thinking about him. It was something that annoyed him to no end, yet there it was. They were Here. Together. The only question was, what did he want to do about it.
“Stop thinking so hard, old man, and dance with me.”
“Dance. Here?” Miller glanced around the balcony in surprised. Though this was Hollyweird, he wasn’t exactly comfortable putting his business on display.
Apparently though, Shelton didn’t have such qualms. “Can you think of a better place?”
Was he really going to see any of these people again except on the silver screen? No, he wouldn’t. Without another second of hesitation, Miller stepped to the other man.
Unwilling to allow Shelton to have the final word though, Miller placed his hand on the low of Shelton’s back and pulled him in close to him as he tightened his hold on his hand.
“I’m leading though.”
“In your dreams.”
Well, if Cyn’s dreams could come true, why not his. “Shut up and dance, Shelton.”
Shelton grinned and fell in line. “Whatever you say, Miller.”
Miller smiled. He could get used to this.
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Lena Matthews spends her days dreaming about handsome heroes and her nights with her own personal hero. Married to her college sweetheart, she is the proud mother of two beautiful daughters, three evil dogs, and a mess of ants that she can't seem to get rid of.
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Can this beauty tame the beast?
Mistress to the Beast
© 2008 Eve Vaughn
Her father’s shop is more than just a family business. It’s the place they lovingly call home. When a powerful property development company stoops to barely legal tactics to force them to sell, Lila’s outrage spurs her straight to the source to fight the injustice.
A serious accident left Hunter Jamison’s body scarred. A bitter split from his latest lover has left the former playboy without faith in the female sex. Yet, confronted with Lila’s fiery beauty, he finds himself offering her a deal: If she’ll be his mistress for three months, he’ll allow her father to keep the shop.
A simple agreement? Hardly. It’s a battle of wills that flares into much more than either of them bargained for—a consuming passion that could heal Hunter’s soul-deep scars…or inflict new ones.
Warning: This title contains blackmail, vehicular sex, angry sex, light bondage and graphic language.
Enjoy the following excerpt for Mistress to the Beast: When he held out his hand to her, panic set in. There had to be a way to buy some more time. Lila shook her head. “Just give me tonight. I promise, I’ll be ready for you tomorrow.”
Nostrils flared as he narrowed his eyes. “Lila, I don’t make a habit of repeating myself. Get up now or by God, I’ll drag you upstairs.”
“Sir, is there anything else you’ll need?” Mrs. Coates poked her head into the dining room.
“Go away!” Hunter growled.
The older woman disappeared as quickly as she appeared.
Lila gasped. “Do you make a habit of talking to your staff that way? You are a hypocrite. How can you expect other people to be courteous to those who work for you, when you don’t know the meaning of the word?”
For his answer he grabbed her by the arm, practically yanking it out of its socket as he hauled her out of her seat and pulled her roughly against his body.
Her fighting instinct emerged. She didn’t care what kind of bargain they had, there was no way she’d let him get away with manhandling her. Lashing out, she smacked his broad chest. “Don’t ever do that to me again! You have no right—”
“That’s where you’re wrong, Lila. My house, my rules. You didn’t have to agree to the terms set before you, but you did so now you’ll have to deal with the consequences.
So far my words have had no effect on you so I think the time calls for action.”
Before she could utter another word of protest, Hunter bent over to lift and toss her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. The wind whooshed out of her lungs, making it difficult for her to speak. Stunned, she hung helplessly as he strode out of the dining room, took the stairs two at a time and carried her to a bedroom she assumed was his.
Once her feet touched the floor again, her ability to talk had returned and she was pissed!
“Who the hell do you think you are? I’m not a rag doll you can lug around as you please.”
Hunter’s response was to loosen his tie and shrug out of his black dining jacket. His outward calm only served to enrage her further.
“Did you hear me?” she yelled.
He unbuttoned his shirt, revealing a chest Mr. Olympus would have been proud of.
Her gaze slid along the crested hills of his torso, sprinkled liberally with dark blond hair that trailed down the center of hard rippled abs. He’d seemed huge with his clothes on, but topless, he was a hulk.
Lila gulped, taking a step back. Shaking her head as though to deny what was happening, she held her hands out in front of her. “Don’t.”
He unbuckled his belt and pulled it out of the loops of his pants. “As we’ve already established, there’s no backing out.”
“No. You established it. I didn’t. I don’t think it was asking too much of you to give me a little time to adjust to this situation.”
“But I believe it was. Just as it was a lot for you to ask me to rearrange my plans for a multi-million dollar project, which took weeks of finagling to get the
