At a Phoenix gentleman’s club, Lea dances as SiNN, her body bared and vulnerable to her male partner, her features hidden behind a feathered mask. To the men watching, she’s a sensual enigma, submissive and seductive with no face, name or history. Not even Lea knows her real origins.
A man from the past does and wants her dead.
Not on the watch of U.S. Marshals Jake Gabriel and Toby Quinn. Commanding and decisive, Jake not only wants Lea’s safety but to have her naked and yielding beneath him. To Toby, she’s all he should resist but cannot.
Protected by them at a secluded estate, Lea’s drawn to their potent masculinity and the raw male lust in their eyes. Inviting desire and an emotional connection, she submits to both at once, surrendering to their most shameless hunger along with her own wanton needs.
All while a killer edges closer…
PRAISE FOR SINN
FIVE STARS
THIS IS WHAT SHE CRAVED - UNRESTRAINED PASSION, NO REGRETS
Redrabbit Reviews
SiNN is HOT
Caution – This book is red hot and will singe your senses!
At a Phoenix gentleman’s club, Lea dances as SiNN, her body bared and vulnerable to her male partner, her features hidden behind a feathered mask. To the men watching, she’s a sensual enigma, submissive and seductive with no face, name or history. Not even Lea knows her real origins.
A man from the past does and wants her dead.
Not on the watch of U.S. Marshals Jake Gabriel and Toby Quinn. Commanding and decisive, Jake not only wants Lea’s safety but to have her naked and yielding beneath him. To Toby, she’s all he should resist but cannot.
Protected by them at a secluded estate, Lea’s drawn to their potent masculinity and the raw male lust in their eyes. Inviting desire and an emotional connection, she submits to both at once, surrendering to their most shameless hunger along with her own wanton needs.
All while a killer edges closer…
PRAISE FOR SINN
FIVE STARS
THIS IS WHAT SHE CRAVED - UNRESTRAINED PASSION, NO REGRETS
Redrabbit Reviews
SiNN is HOT
Caution – This book is red hot and will singe your senses!
Sarah has a secret -- she wants her best friend Cole. Cole wants Jeff.
And Jeff? Surprise! He wants them both.
Cole is wild, funny, impulsive, and Sarah’s best friend. She doesn’t
understand what he gets out of submission, but she’s not going to let Cole get
hurt the way he has in the past. So when she discovers his new dom is Jeff,
the jerk who helped kick her out of her undergraduate program, she knows she
has to intervene.
But when she sees Jeff again, she’s confused. He says he wants Sarah to be
Cole’s Christmas present, and she’s stunned. She and Cole are just friends,
aren't they? Amazingly, Cole seems to want her as much as she secretly has
wanted him. The even bigger surprise? She realizes she wants Jeff too.
Even if she could have them both, this is supposed to be temporary. It’s too
bad she’s only allowed to have Cole for Christmas.
“What’s wrong with you, Cole?” Sarah stared at her friend over the flimsy
coffee container. “You have to go pee pee? You’ve been twitchy ever since we
got here.”
Cole laughed and gave her the finger. He opened his mouth as if to give a
smart-ass answer but then bent over his latte instead. Not looking at her, he
carefully blew on it and took a sip.
Sarah settled back. Cole was obviously dying to tell her something, and she
knew from experience all she needed to do was sit. If he waited more than ten
minutes before spilling everything, he’d probably keel over from the strain.
The clatter of students milling around the student union coffee shop made the
silence less noticeable. They continued drinking.
Two minutes of just downing caffeine. Impressive. Cole was hanging tough.
He shifted again in his seat and shut his eyes, grimacing. Sarah frowned,
suddenly a little concerned. Cole was a genius -- a real, measured-by-testing
genius -- but that didn’t mean his emotional IQ always matched his
intelligence. She was sure it was a challenge to be five to ten years younger
than his academic peers, and Cole didn’t always meet that challenge. In fact,
Cole could be kind of a pain in the ass. Right now he was acting like he had a
literal pain there.
Oh. Ohhhh, boy. He might actually have one. Please God, no. She might have to
venture into TMI territory to find out.
Cole had been more than forthcoming about his sex life in the two years they’d
been in grad school together. That was a problem for him. Younger and smarter
in some things had made him vulnerable in others, especially since he was open
about his sexual preferences and desires. Gay at the university was one thing;
gay and dedicated to BDSM was another.
“Has someone hurt you?” She hoped that question would get the job done. Sarah
could be more direct, if need be, but she also probably didn’t want to know
all the particulars.
“No.” His prompt answer was a relief. Of course, he had to add, “Not any more
than I want to be.”
“Ooookay.” Sarah set down her cup. Sometimes a friend had a duty to ask more
even if she’d so much rather not. “Have you met some new dom?”
“You know I have. I told you about him.” Cole didn’t look up from his latte,
but he didn’t sound reluctant to answer.
“You mentioned you’d met someone new at a club a few weeks ago, but you didn’t
say anything more.” That wasn’t like her Cole at all now that she thought
about it. “Is that the guy?”
“Fuck yeah. I was incredibly lucky that night. He hardly ever goes to clubs.
Says they’re too fake for his tastes.” Cole squirmed again. “He isn’t into
scenes. Not public ones.”
“So you’ve been -- um -- doing things outside of clubs?” Sarah wasn’t sure
which sounded more dangerous. Cole wouldn’t know danger if it bit him on the
butt. Especially if it bit him on the butt.
“At his place. Sarah, it’s… intense. And really sexy.” Cole grinned at her.
“That’s all I’ll say unless you want me to go on. I know how you get.”
“And I know how you get, so thanks for shutting up.” She grinned back at him,
and Cole shifted his weight again. Sarah sighed. “All right, Cole. Why are you
acting this way? Something is going on.”
Cole leaned over, then glanced around to make sure no one was listening. Oh
God. He felt the need to keep something private. This was going to be a doozy.
“Because I have a butt plug in me. A big one. It’s driving me crazy.
Especially because it’s pressing on my fucking prostate.”
Sarah made a faint protesting noise and covered her eyes. “I don’t want to
know.”
“When I see Jeff after work, he’s going to take it out and replace it with --”
“Don’t want to know, don’t want to know. Don’t. Wanna. Know.” Sarah covered
her ears instead.
Cole pushed down one of her hands and whispered, “Unless you want to pull it
out for me. Jeff might get mad, but it would be worth it if your dainty,
lily-white fingers would take care of things for me right now. It might even
be fun.”
Sarah clenched her dainty, lily-white fingers and smacked him on the shoulder
with her plastic spoon.
Cole leaned over and kissed her on the forehead. Stunned, Sarah dropped the
spoon on the table. For such a demonstrative guy, Cole pretty much kept his
hands and lips to himself. Well, at least around women. She’d seen guys pass
him around like an appetizer at parties. Obviously that kind of touching was
different for him.
Oh, shit. After remembering some of those party images, she felt a sudden pang
of lust. She took a deep breath. Now she could see herself testing that butt
plug, imagine what Cole’s tight ass looked like holding it. His gasp when it
moved. Damn it, she didn’t need to have that thought in her head. Talk about
waste of time! Cole was completely off-limits. He’d never be her appetizer.
Friends. They were friends. She’d gotten over her stupid crush long ago. That
didn’t mean she couldn’t admit to herself he was sexy. In an off-limits way.
She didn’t need to start thinking he was available after working so hard to
forget he was hot.
“I knew I’d make you do that, but you did ask.” Cole sounded a little too
smug.
Sarah looked up. Oh Lord, how could he know about her completely inappropriate
thoughts?
Cole rubbed his shoulder, grimacing as if she’d really hurt him. Then he
stopped and winked.
Oh. Right. Very funny. She’d hit him. They had a standing joke about his smart
mouth and his need for punishment.
“Actually, what I really wanted to ask was what you had planned for
Christmas.” She didn’t care if it was an obvious change of subject. Cole could
go on pushing her buttons for hours. Besides, she did want to ask.
Last year Cole went with her to see her parents. Cole had way too many
experiences with judgmental families like his own, and he’d been apprehensive
about the whole thing, especially meeting her officer father. But Dad had been
Dad, and Cole had been Cole, and everyone had a great time, just the way
Sarah’d expected. This year Mom and Dad had shipped out to Japan, so neither
she nor Cole would be seeing their families. She’d hoped they could hang out
together for the two weeks while the grad dorms closed during winter break.
“I’ve been wanting to tell you! I’m planning on a trip to a ski lodge in
Wyoming all during break.”
“You don’t ski.” Sarah skied but couldn’t afford a weekend, much less weeks at
a resort. Life was so unfair.
“I like skiers. And cowboys. Jeff owns a place there.” Cole crumpled his cup
and tossed it into the garbage.
“Oh. Jackson Hole?” Sarah snickered. “I could see you headed there just for
the name.”
So now she knew this Jeff had money, was a skier, and maybe was a little
pretentious. Two out of three wasn’t bad. Especially if he had a ski lodge.
“Grand Targhee. Jeff says it’s even better than Jackson Hole, although not as
many people have heard of it.”
So unfair. Sarah had heard of it, and everything she’d heard agreed with what
Cole -- who was obviously clueless -- had said. The place wasn’t even that
pretentious. If Cole’s new man turned out to be perfect, she’d have to be
happy Cole was going away with him on the kind of holiday break she’d want.
And that was so unfair double time. It also meant she had no one to share
Christmas with. She didn’t need another reminder that she’d worked too hard,
frozen too many people out, had no life. Cole, who bubbled over with curiosity
and energy, always made even the bleakest times fun. She’d been counting on
him to carry her through this first really big holiday without her parents.
Well, she’d have to get over it. A military brat got used to being around
strangers. Maybe she could scrounge up enough money to take a little road trip
by herself or get a fancier hotel than she’d planned. It didn’t sound like fun
now, but she would work on it.
“You wanna come along?”
About the Author
Treva Harte has always been an overachiever. She also collects things. First
it was degrees. First a B.A. in English, then she decided to go back for a
Master's degree. Not content with that, she added a J.D. Since then she's
added a husband, also an attorney, and two children to her collection. She's
continuing her ways as an overachiever, writing her wonderfully offbeat tales
of passion and possibilities -- in her spare time.
At
Encounters, a lush and hedonistic Caribbean resort, it's
nothing except fun and pleasure during the 'anything goes' weeks, where nudity
rules, threesomes and more rock, and kink in every flavor sates the most carnal
appetite.
Lissa
prefers reading to cutting loose, but is willing to do whatever it takes to get
the juiciest assignments for her job at a major travel magazine. Her chance
finally arrives. She’s set to experience a posh Caribbean resort, a dream
article and review except for one huge problem. It’s the anything goes
theme week where nudity is expected and lusty hook-ups make threesomes look
downright tame. Holy Hell. What has she gotten herself into?
Precisely
what resort owner Jon Thorne thinks. Tall, dark, and luscious, he fears the
randy male guests will eat her alive, resulting in a lousy review. His only
option is to serve as her guide for every decadent delight from nude body
painting to Dom’s Den where submission and punishment rule. Unless she wants to
call the whole thing off…
And
lose her chance with him, plus give up this gig? Dream on. Tempted beyond
anything she’s known, she matches his passion and then some, surprising him
during a sexy adventure like no other.
For
too many months, Shelby’s craved bad boys Ben and Dominic, cousins and
celebrated chefs at the opulent Caribbean resort where she works. Their heated
gazes prove they hunger for her as much as she does for them, but they’ve yet
to make a move on her.
That
won’t do. Yearning for their potent masculinity, killer smiles, and effortless
charm, she sets into motion a decadent plan to be with them … at least for a
little while. Her ideas include nude photos, a locale where anything goes 24/7,
plus BDSM and other kink.
Fun-loving
Dominic’s fully onboard. He’s had his eye on Shelby from the start. Ben has
too, but he’s reluctant to mix business with pleasure. Since a previous work
relationship screwed him big time, he doesn’t want to repeat the experience and
won’t … as long as he keeps this strictly about sex, no strings or
expectations.
Yeah,
right. In an erotic journey that will surprise this threesome, all bets are
off, resistance impossible, surrender assured.
When
it comes to lust and love, sometimes you have to break the rules…
Not
believing in forever after with any guy, Olivia indulges her carnal needs at
the hedonistic resort where she works while pursuing her dream to design
jewelry.
Brothers
Ethan and Gabe have had women chasing them forever, their good looks and their
family’s billions a major draw. Just what they don’t need or want, predatory
females. Stuck at the resort on a project neither care to do, they meet Olivia
who’s everything a woman should be: bright, fun, and totally unimpressed by
their wealth. Hooking up with her during the ‘anything goes’ week—when nudity
rules and every sexual activity is celebrated—proves easy. Resisting anything
deeper is impossible for them and her despite how hard they try.
Because
sometimes you just gotta break the rules.
Especially
during an erotic journey where insatiable desire and an unbreakable bond leads
to a future none could have imagined.
At
Encounters, a lush and hedonistic Caribbean resort, it's
nothing except fun and pleasure during the 'anything goes' weeks, where nudity
rules, threesomes and more rock, and kink in every flavor sates the most carnal
appetite.
Lissa
prefers reading to cutting loose, but is willing to do whatever it takes to get
the juiciest assignments for her job at a major travel magazine. Her chance
finally arrives. She’s set to experience a posh Caribbean resort, a dream
article and review except for one huge problem. It’s the anything goes
theme week where nudity is expected and lusty hook-ups make threesomes look
downright tame. Holy Hell. What has she gotten herself into?
Precisely
what resort owner Jon Thorne thinks. Tall, dark, and luscious, he fears the
randy male guests will eat her alive, resulting in a lousy review. His only
option is to serve as her guide for every decadent delight from nude body
painting to Dom’s Den where submission and punishment rule. Unless she wants to
call the whole thing off…
And
lose her chance with him, plus give up this gig? Dream on. Tempted beyond
anything she’s known, she matches his passion and then some, surprising him
during a sexy adventure like no other.
For
too many months, Shelby’s craved bad boys Ben and Dominic, cousins and
celebrated chefs at the opulent Caribbean resort where she works. Their heated
gazes prove they hunger for her as much as she does for them, but they’ve yet
to make a move on her.
That
won’t do. Yearning for their potent masculinity, killer smiles, and effortless
charm, she sets into motion a decadent plan to be with them … at least for a
little while. Her ideas include nude photos, a locale where anything goes 24/7,
plus BDSM and other kink.
Fun-loving
Dominic’s fully onboard. He’s had his eye on Shelby from the start. Ben has
too, but he’s reluctant to mix business with pleasure. Since a previous work
relationship screwed him big time, he doesn’t want to repeat the experience and
won’t … as long as he keeps this strictly about sex, no strings or
expectations.
Yeah,
right. In an erotic journey that will surprise this threesome, all bets are
off, resistance impossible, surrender assured.
When
it comes to lust and love, sometimes you have to break the rules…
Not
believing in forever after with any guy, Olivia indulges her carnal needs at
the hedonistic resort where she works while pursuing her dream to design
jewelry.
Brothers
Ethan and Gabe have had women chasing them forever, their good looks and their
family’s billions a major draw. Just what they don’t need or want, predatory
females. Stuck at the resort on a project neither care to do, they meet Olivia
who’s everything a woman should be: bright, fun, and totally unimpressed by
their wealth. Hooking up with her during the ‘anything goes’ week—when nudity
rules and every sexual activity is celebrated—proves easy. Resisting anything
deeper is impossible for them and her despite how hard they try.
Because
sometimes you just gotta break the rules.
Especially
during an erotic journey where insatiable desire and an unbreakable bond leads
to a future none could have imagined.
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