Goal Line
The Dartmouth Cobras Book
Coming June 29, 2015
Excerpt
“Hello,
sweetheart.” Dominik’s voice sent a dark thrill right through
her. Deep and rich, like a mouthful of black forest cake so delicious
she’d never forget the way it tasted even after she licked her
plate clean. “I wasn’t sure you’d call me back.”
“I
wasn’t sure if I should.” Sahara moved to the sofa, tucking her
feet under her as she toyed with her hair. “What made you decide to
call?”
“I
missed you.”
“Did
you?” Inhaling, Sahara shifted, bringing her knees to her chest and
hugging them with one arm. “You were the one who told me not to
come to the club until I knew why I wanted to be there.”
“This
is true. But that doesn’t mean I don’t want to see you.”
“You’re
a Dom. You should be looking for girls at—”
“I’m
a man, Sahara. Let’s not make this complicated.” His gentle
chiding reminded her so much of how he’d treated her at the club.
As a Dom who cared for her, but would never push her to submit. “We
can have dinner as friends if you’d like. No pressure.”
Saying
yes would be so easy, but she didn’t want ‘just friends’ with
him. Not today, not after putting that wall up between herself and
Grant. She didn’t need a wall between her and Dominik. “I thought
it was a date. I…I wanted to know when you were coming to pick me
up.”
Silence,
and then a soft laugh. “I’d braced myself for a polite no. I need
time to get ready, so let’s say around five-thirty?”
Less
than an hour. She giggled, feeling unexpectedly giddy. A deep breath
and she was able to give him a coherent answer. “That works. If you
need time to get ready I’m guessing I should dress nice?”
“Don’t
tempt me, girl.” The low growl in Dominik’s tone had Sahara
pressing her thighs together and holding her breath. “If you give
me the opening, I will tell you exactly what to wear.”
“What
if that’s exactly
what I want?” Sahara was playing with fire, but she didn’t care.
With Dominik’s control wrapping around her like the sleekest silk
ropes, she’d never felt more freedom. “Tell me what will please
you, Sir.”
A
chuckle that made all the hairs on the back of her neck rise and
Dominik replied. “So naughty. Wear a red dress and leave your hair
loose. I’m warning you now, Sahara. No matter how much you beg, you
will get no more than a kiss from me tonight.”
Sahara’s
lips parted. She swallowed hard. “Why would I beg?”
He
let out a soft, amused sound. “I’ll see you in a bit.”
Previous Book in the Series
GAME MISCONDUCT - Book 1
Amazon: http://amzn.to/1cnf1WX
DEFENSIVE ZONE - Book 2
Amazon: http://amzn.to/1zR4Gxk
BREAKAWAY - Book 3
Amazon: http://amzn.to/1dW0mTH
OFFSIDE - Book 4
Amazon: http://amzn.to/1zR4Kgz
Delayed Penalty - Book 5
Amazon: http://amzn.to/1Eumh9U
Iron Cross - Book 6
Amaozn: http://amzn.to/1cnfpoc
Author Bio & Links
Her time is balanced with utmost care between normal family life, and the internal paranormal realm where her characters reside. For the most part, she succeeds.
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