Book Title: His for the Taming (Love at First Sight Series)
Author: Lynn Cooper
Genre: Erotic Romance
Heat Level: Super-Spicy
Universal Purchase Link: Amazon: smarturl.it/xxufgn
Winter Primrose is an ice queen. The subzero-degree expression frosting her cheeks and eyelashes could make a polar bear shiver. When she’s put up on an auction block at a high-brow charity event, Mr. Torin Stoke can’t resist the challenging look in her eyes and bids on her. Given a day or two, he’s confident he can melt her icy exterior with his charms. But if that doesn’t work, the smack of his hand across her perfectly-rounded ass should get the job done.
His for the Taming is part of the Love at First Sight Series. Each story is a standalone romance with a touch of tenderness, a smattering of smut and a happily-ever-after ending. So, if you’re ready to fall in love fast and pant furiously, grab your e-reader, hold on tight, and let’s get this party started!
Short Steamy Excerpt:
WITH BARE ARMS CROSSED under her beautiful breasts and her raised chin radiating attitude, Winter Primrose has no idea how badly I want to restrain her delicate wrists, spank her fine ass and fuck her pretty cunt until every inch of her frigidity melts into a river of hot, molten lava beneath me.
It’s a universal truth; the more forbidden something is, the more desirable it becomes. At this moment, I have never desired a woman as much as I do Winter. Holding her firmly in my lap, the feel of her butt pressing against my aching cock is pure erotic torture. I can’t stop my eyes from roaming over her flushed face, the ivory column of her neck, her curvy waist, the flare of her hips and those long, sinful legs pressed on either side of my thighs.
She’s straddling me like she would a horse, and I want nothing more than to buck against her while she rides me all night long and into tomorrow morning. Unfortunately, my wishes are pure fantasy. This woman is sending out fuck-off signals so strong they could be seen from the moon.
Sucking in a deep breath, I know I have to stop ogling her. It would probably be a good idea to get her off my lap while I’m at it. The problem is, I just want to get her off. Period. To make her come so hard the entire neighborhood hears her screaming my name.
While I’m plotting my next move, she straightens her spine, inadvertently pushing out her ample boobs and glaring at me like she has read my dirty mind and finds it appalling. My attraction to this woman and my interest in her is searing and tangible, but her expression tells me she has misjudged the way I operate. I would never force or coerce a woman into sex. It’s not my style. To show her my intentions are noble despite my raging hard-on, I gently lift her up and place her back on the seat beside me.
About the Author:
I’m a domestic goddess who writes sweet and sexy romances. When I’m not writing, I’m reading or taking long hikes with my man.
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