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Forbidden Love in Post Civil War Era South

The Heart Wants what the Heart Wants

We all want what we can’t have … Emma Bennett wants an African American man. In Louisville, Kentucky right after the Civil War this is a scandalous and dangerous idea. Dare she go after the man who makes her swoon?

In my historical romance a black man and a white woman cross the line and have a night of fiery passion. But just how far across the line should they take it?

Life without love is painful, but in 1865 forbidden fruit can be deadly. When a wealthy widow decides to enjoy her new-found freedom, she puts more than her reputation on the line. An unwanted suitor means to have her, or no one will. From sizzling sex to life-threatening danger, the intrigue will keep you turning the pages of Midnight Caller, Haley Whitehall’s sizzling new romance.

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Blurb:

When Emma Bennett’s husband dies in a carriage accident in 1865, she is released from her loveless, controlling marriage. Now she has a chance to find happiness and raise a family. But before she begins courting again she wants to experience her freedom. At the advice of the leading socialite in town, she takes a black lover to fulfill her sexual needs. His raw, masculine power awakens feelings she didn’t know existed. After the first touch she craves more.

Frederick works as a roustabout by day and moonlights as a prostitute. He knows better than to fall in love with his white client, but Emma enchants him the first time he calls on her. To keep them both safe, he works hard to put up barriers. Unfortunately, he can’t protect Emma from the slimy Mr. Hawthorne, who wants her as his bride. Frederick vows to keep her safe even if his forbidden love costs him his life.

Excerpt:

A dark, handsome man sat on her bed and she wasn’t about to waste another minute. Stepping closer, she thrust out her chest—her bosom eye level with him. “Please help me undress.” More confidence worked into her voice.

Frederick reached up with his long arms and carefully undid the first button, his fingers brushing the base of her throat. The buttons went all the way down the front of her dress. When he unhooked the buttons covering her chest, she drew a sharp breath. The heat traveling through the cloth made her nipples peak.

He moved with unhurried grace, so careful as if he was afraid his strong fingers would tear the fabric. He lingered a second longer than necessary before moving to the lower buttons. Her pulse sped. She had never experienced such tender attention before. The thrill wound its way through all her nerves to her mound.

Frederick slipped off the bed and onto his knees. His fingers worked on the last buttons. When his gaze fell between her thighs, she moistened. The lust in his eyes spoke to her body like nothing had before. He wanted her.

She relished the thought, savoring it like a piece of chocolate.

For the first time in her life she felt like a woman worthy of love. She had never felt wanted before. She yearned to form a connection with him. She reached out and grabbed his sturdy shoulders. He placed a kiss on the back of each of her hands. She tingled where his lips touched.

After working her arms free, she let him pull the dress all the way down until the garment puddled at her feet. He eyed her petticoats hungrily, but hesitated.

His restraint increased the adrenaline pulsing through her veins. She held the power. He was there to serve her.

“You may take down my petticoats.”

Frederick did as he was told. Now standing in nothing but her white silk camisole and drawers, she shivered, not from cold, but from excitement.
She hadn’t bothered with the confining corset this morning. The impropriety gave her an unprecedented rush. She spent the whole day in the house anticipating this moment.
Frederick reached down and took the bottom of the camisole in both hands. Emma nodded and he slowly pulled the chemise off over her head, revealing her light skin a little at a time.

When he touched her drawers, she quivered. He pulled her drawers down quickly and she stepped out. His touch was so intimate she longed to have him roam his hands over all her curves. He was older than her—perhaps twenty-five and his expression told her he was eager to proceed. He knew much more about carnal pleasures than she did. She would enjoy the experience.

He stood there, taking in her beauty. His six-foot-three frame slightly bowed, all his attention on her. Like she was the only thing in the world that mattered. Her insides twisted and she felt a conscious blush. Hopefully he liked what he saw.

“What would you like me to do now, ma’am?” Frederick asked in a husky voice.

Emma pointed to his trousers. “Finish undressing.”

MIDNIGHT CALLER

(Moonlight Romance Book 1)

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About the Author:

Haley's Author PictureHaley Whitehall lives in Washington State where she enjoys all four seasons and the surrounding wildlife. She writes historicals set in the 19th century U.S. When she is not researching or writing, she plays with her cats, watches the Western and History Channels, and goes antiquing. She is hoping to build a time machine so she can go in search of her prince charming. A good book, a cup of coffee, and a view of the mountains make her happy. You can connect with her on her websitehaleywhitehall.com and on Twitter@HaleyWhitehall.

Midnight Kiss by Haley Whitehall – Interracial Historical Romance (Hot Excerpt)

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Blurb:

Unjustly accused of stealing, nanny April Windmire is turned out on the streets without pay. With no place to go and no friends, she stows away on a Mississippi River steamboat. Her hopes to hide through the journey to St. Louis are dashed when a handsome white officer finds her. But instead of turning her in, he takes her to his private quarters where she fights her growing attraction to a man she cannot have.

Matt Seever’s wife died four year ago, leaving him alone with two small mulatto children. But his job as an officer on the Queen Bee isn’t family friendly. He knows he needs a new wife, but no southern white woman will marry him. When April lands in his lap, his prayers are answered. Or are they? April’s not the trusting type and racial prejudice runs deep in post-Civil War Missouri. Just when Matt convinces April he loves her, his new family becomes a target and there’s no backing down from this fight.

Together, April and Matt must brave heinous race prejudice crimes to find an enduring love.

 

Excerpt:

Matt approached April slowly, wondering if she was going to avoid him. She didn’t. He reached out and gently wrapped his hands around both of her arms, keeping space between them.

 

“Ever since I met you I’ve felt like you were trying to find fault with me.”

 

She didn’t respond, her lips curled in.

 

“I know I’m not perfect. No man is, but why are you always thinking the worst?”

 

“I don’t know,” she said in a shaky voice.

 

That was a damn lie, but he did not call her on it. She hadn’t told him a single thing about her past other than a bit about her previous jobs. Not one word about her personal life. Something had caused her to be this suspicious.

 

The tension between them was too strong to ignore. Even holding her at a distance stirred feelings inside him.

 

“Stop trying to push me away, April. It isn’t going to work. I live here. You live here. It is only natural…” He pulled her toward him until her chest was pressed against his. “…we have feelings for each other.”

 

Without giving her time to react he pressed his lips against hers. Fire blazed where they touched. Blood rushed to his cock and he feared she’d feel it pressed against her.

 

 

Author Bio:

Haley Whitehall lives in Washington State where she enjoys all four seasons and the surrounding wildlife. She writes historical fiction and historical romance set in the 19th century U.S. When she is not researching or writing, she plays with her cats, watches the Western and History Channels, and goes antiquing. She is hoping to build a time machine so she can go in search of her prince charming. A good book, a cup of coffee, and a view of the mountains make her happy. Visit Haley’s website at http://haleywhitehall.com.

 

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Amazon Author Page: http://www.amazon.com/Haley-Whitehall/e/B0078EO6CE/

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Previous Books:               

Midnight Caller –Moonlight Romance Book 1

Midnight Heat – Moonlight Romance Book 2

Soldier in Her Lap

Love, Valentine Style

Tears

Tears Of Reality KTEARS OF REALITY

 

Blurb:

Brenda, a classical musician, is looking for a roommate to help alleviate the costs of living in expensive Southern California. She is also attempting to fend off the attention of her amorous, bullying conductor, deal with her meddling family, and understand her feelings for Greg, the building’s sexy young owner.

Rosy, a nurse, recently arrived from Australia, hates the Vietnam War, in particular what it has done to her patients. She agrees to room with Brenda to save money.

Can a war protestor and war supporter live peaceably under one roof? And why is Rosy unable to shake her attraction to her gorgeous, unconscious patient, Jack?

 

 

Excerpt:

Jack’s eyes drooped. Rosy watched as he seemed to be spirited away back to the War.

“I will never forget one little girl, Binh Lue. She lived with her grandparents in a village in the Que Son Mountains. She was about four or five. She was so sad, wouldn’t come to us the way the other kids did. It took me a week of gentle persuasion before she would come and sit on my lap by the fire and listen to the men playing handmade wooden instruments.”

Jack gazed deep into Rosy’s eyes. “You would have loved her. She was tiny with a little button nose and the bluest eyes.”

“Blue? Is that common?”

“Her father was an American soldier and she had been left in the village to try to protect her from Viet Cong. Trouble was, the bastards were everywhere.” Tears welled in his eyes.

“What happened?”

“Clark, Steven and I were on patrol in thick jungle around the village perimeter, about half mile out, when we heard a bomb explode. Viet Cong were bombing the village. By the time we got back there every hut was on fire. It was beyond our control, no-one was left alive. It was a fuckin’ slaughter. We headed back into the jungle with plans to radio our unit the following day. Binh had somehow survived and followed us. We didn’t know until we heard a click. She had stepped on a mine.”

“Oh God.” Rosy’s hand flew to her mouth.

“We raced back towards the sound. Clark and Steven got there first and when Binh saw her friends, she started towards them. We screamed at her to stand still but she couldn’t understand us. The mine exploded and we were all blown into the air with the force. There were only fragments of Binh’s body left and I buried the pieces I could find. I started to drag Clark and Steven back to the village but I could only go a few feet each day before I passed out. I hoped if I got us to the village, some of our unit would eventually come to check why they hadn’t heard from us. I don’t know how long it was before some soldiers found us and we got help.”

Jack began sobbing. Rosy sat on the edge of the bed and pulled him into her arms. She ran her hands up and down his back and silently grieved with him. She couldn’t begin to understand the horrors he had borne witness to. No wonder the man was troubled by nightmares.

Suitable for 18+

 

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Happy Thanksgiving to all who celebrate.

This year I am thankful to my readers and all those who have helped me to promote my work and helped me to grow in my writing career. I am thankful for my friends who have helped me to maintain my equilibrium and cheered me up on dark or stressful days. I am grateful for my husband who has been with me through twenty-six years of life’s struggles, disappointments and joys. I am also thankful that my elderly cat (she’s 19) is still with me. It has been touch and go at some points this fall but she’s still by my side, purring and loving life.

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Giveaway ~ Perilous Risk: Erotic Romance, Regency Historical, Light BDSM Elements, 18+ Only

 

 
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©Copyright Natasha Blackthorne 2014

For Adults 18 years of age or older only.

 

Excerpt from

Perilous Risk

Regency Risks, Book Three

By Natasha Blackthorne

His stare pinned her and she remained rooted to the spot like a cornered hare.

He lowered his head. She felt her eyes widening. Her heart beat harder and harder, deafening thunder in her ears.

He put his mouth to hers.

She couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. Couldn’t make a move.

Oh, God. Oh, God save me…

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Courting Trouble by Kimberly Dean

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Genre:  Erotic Romance

When times get tough, how bad does a good girl have to get?

Sienna Blakely is bright, articulate, underemployed and forced to rely on the one asset she vowed never to use – her looks.

With bills piling up, Sienna signs a contract with Luxxor Escort Services. A contract that strictly forbids any sexual contact with clients… And then she’s assigned to companion Jason Sloan. Just meeting the man causes a full-body jolt. Arrogant, powerful, and sexy, he’s trouble. And he can see through the facade she’s erected, right down to the intelligent and sensual woman underneath. He challenges her wits, and he challenges the rules.

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Excerpt from Courting Trouble

Published by Mischief, November 2014

Copyright Kimberly Dean 2014

Her hands were shaking as she smoothed her dress, making sure it covered her. “This shouldn’t have happened,” she said tightly. “It’s against the contract.”

His eyes narrowed. So this was his fault? “Really? Then why did you come out tonight without wearing any panties?”

The answer hit him like a ton of bricks. She was an escort. It was pretty damn obvious. How stupid could he be?

Her head snapped to the couple who walked by, oblivious. Lowering her voice, she hissed. “I did wear panties.”

“The invisible kind?”

“No,” she snapped. She lifted a hand to her forehead and looked anywhere but at him. “I had to leave them in the ladies’ room.”

“Why?”

The look she sent him was at once woeful, discomfited, and fuming. It was the most honest she’d been all night.

And it made Jason’s cock nearly jump out of his pants.

She wasn’t a slut; she was a prim good girl whom he’d made wet – before he’d even kissed her. Before he’d even touched her for real. Had all those little brushes and strokes been enough to get her juices flowing?

Testosterone pumped through him.

Oh, yeah. They had something going on here.

Hawaiian Style

Murder Hawaiian StyleBlurb:

Senior Detective Atoni Grind and Senior Constable Grinch Kapule are two handsome police officers

who are called in to solve murder cases on the Hawaiian island of Oahu.

Grind is the lead detective of Task Force Akamai, Grinch is the senior Police Constable.

When a young girl is murdered and left on the edge of a Diamond Head cliff, the two men work together solving the mystery.

By day they solve crime, by night they pleasure each other.

 

Excerpt:

Corporal Grinch Kapule groaned as the radio crackled to life and the dispatcher’s voice reverberated over the airways. He had been looking forward to dropping the police vehicle back at the station and heading home. He had a third anniversary celebration planned. Soft candlelight, a lobster and seafood dinner, good champagne and a night of fabulous fucking. Now his plans were shot to shit.

“Did you hear any of that Grinch? You looked like you were miles away.” His new Junior Officer partner, Anuhea Miller – known as Ana, asked. She had recently moved to the city, having previously been posted to a station on the North Shore. It was only their second shift together as members of Task Force Akamai.

Task Force Akamai consisted of a Senior and Junior Detective, a Corporal and three Junior Officers. They were pulled from normal duties to investigate, and hopefully solve, murder or any other capital crime which occurred in the Islands. Grinch’s previous partner had moved on to study Law. Ana was his replacement.

Grinch cringed, he had been miles away. “Sorry, I was thinking about something else.”

“Hikers have found a body. It’s caught up on rocks on the beach side of the Diamond Head crater near the Beach Park. We’ve been ordered there. Detectives are en route.”

Grinch flipped a switch, the siren and flashing lights burst into life. He checked the traffic and swung the vehicle around before speeding down Kalalaua Road towards Diamond Head.

“Lē’ahi,” he corrected.

“Pardon?”

“That’s what the locals call Diamond Head. Lē’ahi. The name is Hawaiian for tuna’s dorsal fin. They insisted that was what the crater looked like.”

“So why does everyone else call it Diamond Head?”

“British Sailors named it Diamond Head a few centuries ago. They thought the quartz they saw from their ships, which was flashing in the sunlight, was a diamond and the name was born. It stuck, but locals with a long history on Oahu only ever call it Le’ahi.”

Grinch slowed as they neared Honolulu Zoo. An elderly man and his wife tottered across the road. As soon as they had passed safely, his foot jammed down on the accelerator.

As they merged onto Beach Road, a large crowd captured their attention. People stood peering over the edge of the volcanic, rocky crags.

“I’d guess that’s where the body is,” Ana said.

Grinch pulled the vehicle onto the shoulder of the road and screeched to a stop. “Radio the station. Tell them we need crowd control. The area will have to be cordoned off. The Detectives will hit the roof if they arrive and find their crime scene contaminated by onlookers. The last thing we need is for someone to slip and join whoever it is down there.”

Ana reached for the radio on her shoulder, pressed the button and relayed her new boss’s instructions to the dispatcher.

Grinch stepped from the car, checked his Glock semi- automatic pistol was secure in his holster, and strode to the center of the milling crowd. He turned, his back to where the side of the crater dropped into the ocean. “Folks, I need you to move way back. Unless you have information about what has happened here, I would like you to return to your vehicles or homes.”

The people in the crowd muttered and groaned but gradually dispersed, leaving only one couple behind.

“We found the body, Officer.” A young man, who Grinch estimated was in his mid-twenties, and a young woman around the same age, stood before him. It was clear they were shaken and he assumed they were the couple who had phoned the crime in.

Ana joined her partner, pen and notebook in hand. Grinch excused himself to check on the victim while Ana spoke with the young couple.

“I walked to the edge so Dylan could take a photo with the water behind me. We’re on our honeymoon and were taking a walk before dinner,” the young woman began. “I saw something red and leaned over to take a closer look. That’s when I saw her. Dylan phoned you straight away and no-one has been down there.”

“Good. Did you see anyone in the area?” Ana asked.

Dylan and his new wife glanced at each other. “No, there was no-one close by. When Marilyn screamed, people came rushing from all directions.”

Ana scribbled in her note book. “If you think of anything at all, please call the station.” She wrote down their names and contact numbers before allowing them to leave. She made her way to where Grinch crouched, peering over the edge.

She squatted beside him. The body was that of a young woman. The red top she had been wearing was in tatters and her golden breasts were exposed as she lay, trapped in the rocks. A large black mole was visible on her right shoulder. Water gently lapped over her. Whatever she’d been wearing on the bottom half of her body was gone.

“She hasn’t been here long,” Grinch said. He pointed down and Ana followed the line of his hand. “Her skin is only slightly puckered which indicates she hasn’t been here long. She doesn’t look burnt either, yet she is fully exposed to the sun.”

A car screeched to a stop behind them, the two officers swung around. It was the task force Detectives. Within seconds, two more police cars arrived and the Coroner’s Office vehicle. An ambulance brought up the rear.

Grinch and Ana approached the Detectives who climbed from their car.

“Officer’s,” the deep honeyed voice greeted.

Grinch pulled Ana closer. “Ana, this is Senior Detective Atoni Grind and his partner Detective Roger Kamaka. This is Junior Officer, Anuhea Miller. Ana, as she likes to be known, has just been transferred to our task force from the North Shore station.”

The Detectives shook hands with the shapely young police officer.

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Adult Excerpt from The Other Brother by Lucy Felthouse

Hey everyone,

Aww, it’s the last day of the Thanksgiving party already :( so I’m ending it with a sweet, yet sexy and sensual snippet from my erotic romance novella, Calendar Men: Mr June – The Other Brother. Enjoy!

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teaser_theotherbrotherShe paused. At the point of no return, she needed a second to gather her courage. Fortunately, Patrick’s attention was otherwise occupied, checking her out as well, and he didn’t notice her temporary dilemma. Sucking in a breath, she shifted her eyes, following the line of dark hair on his abdomen…and there it was. Rock hard and insistent, his cock pointed toward his navel. Delicious. Long and thick and already with a bead of pre-cum.

Her pussy lips filled with blood, her clit swelled. God, she wanted him. She couldn’t find the voice to tell him—her lust had stolen it—so she showed him. Easing closer, she pulled him in for another kiss. His dick pressed against her thigh, and she grabbed the condom and handed it to him.

“Now.” Twisting away from his lips, she said, “Now, please. I want you bad.”

He chuckled again. “The feeling is incredibly mutual, but don’t you want to, you know, first? Come?”

She pushed his hand between her legs.

“Oh,” Patrick said, his grin growing as wide as the Cheshire Cat’s, “I take that as a no, then.”

“Get on with it, Brogan.”

“With pleasure, ma’am.” He ripped open the foil packet and rolled the condom over his straining cock. Then, shifting between her legs, he settled his length against her seam and rocked his hips, coating his shaft with her juices. They both groaned.

“Just so you know, I’m going to explore every inch of your sexy body later with my hands and my tongue. But, right, now I’m going to give you what you asked for.”

“I’m glad to hear it.” Grinning, she wrapped her arms around his back.

With that, he aimed the meaty head of his cock against her entrance then moved to rest his weight on his elbows so he could reach to kiss her. Slipping his tongue into her mouth, he simultaneously slid into her. They swallowed each other’s moans and were lost. Lost in lust, passion. Perfection.

They rocked together, slowly at first, then faster, overwhelmed by arousal and the need to come. Though they hadn’t indulged in any foreplay beyond kissing, he still pressed all of her buttons, angling his hips perfectly so his pubic bone stimulated her clitoris with every stroke, bringing her closer to climax.

By the time it came, she hovered on the verge of tears. Happy, blissful tears. They ran even as she yelled her pleasure, bucking and writhing with orgasm.

“Oh…fuck,” Patrick said, tensing. “I’m gonna—”

“Do it, do it. I just did.” She burst into a peal of uncontrollable giggles.

He groaned again, surged one more time then moaned long and deep as his cock twitched and leaped inside her. Murmuring expletives, he stroked her hair.

Finally, he slumped onto her and gave her a languid but meaningful kiss. “That…was awesome.”

“Yeah, it was pretty damn awesome, wasn’t it?”

They laughed together then he rolled off and tugged her into his arms.

TheOtherBrother“Patrick?”

“Hmm?”

“Stay tonight?”

“Hell, yeah. Though I might have to pop out to the pharmacy at some point—that was my only condom.”

“For that, I’ll let you leave for a while.”

“Gee, thanks.”

She tapped him playfully. “Then I suppose we’d better choose your damn photo, hadn’t we?”

“I’d forgotten all about that.”

“I’m not surprised. We did get a little distracted.”

“Yes.” Snuggling her neck, he began nibbling Melodie’s earlobe. “We did. But it was totally worth it.” He frowned when she eased away.

*****

Buy links: http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/calendar-men-mr-june-the-other-brother/

Add to Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/20554243-the-other-brother

*****

Author Bio:

Lucy Felthouse is a very busy woman! She writes erotica and erotic romance in a variety of subgenres and pairings, and has over 100 publications to her name, with many more in the pipeline. These include several editions of Best Bondage Erotica, Best Women’s Erotica 2013 and Best Erotic Romance 2014. Another string to her bow is editing, and she has edited and co-edited a number of anthologies, and also edits for a small publishing house. She owns Erotica For All, is book editor for Cliterati, and is one eighth of The Brit Babes. Find out more at http://www.lucyfelthouse.co.uk. Join her on FacebookandTwitter, and subscribe to her newsletter at: http://eepurl.com/gMQb9

Loving Double

Roberts Vixen Boxed Set KTwo great authors have combined to give you two very different Erotic Romance stories.

Becky’s Master is set in Colonial Australia while Mastering Justice is set in Modern Day Sydney.

Note: This book contains explicit sexual description and is suitable for 18+ only.
BECKY’S MASTER:

Becky Gentry is desperate to escape her brutal owner.

She makes a bargain with English buccaneer, Ethan Harvey, to take her to safety on his ship.

It costs him his betrothed and his fortune.

He vows to make Becky pay, but all she has to barter is her body.

What will happen when the sex slave falls in love with her Master?

Will she ever make it back home to England?

MASTERING JUSTICE:

Moses Jordan is a part African American, Billionaire Computer Geek.  He is also in charge, her Dom.

Imogen Walters is a tall, leggy blonde who practices law. She is his property, his Sub.

They share a fifth floor luxury apartment overlooking Sydney Harbour. She drives a Mercedes, he drives a Ferrari.

She practices law with confidence and is in command, until she steps through the door of their home.

He has vowed to never release her. Does she want to be freed?

 

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Loving Justice

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Warning: Contains explicit sexual description and BDSM. Strictly for 18+

Moses Jordan is a part African American, Billionaire Computer Geek.

He is also in charge, her Dom. Imogen Walters is a tall, leggy blonde who practices law.

She is his property, his Sub.

They share a fifth floor luxury apartment overlooking Sydney Harbour.

She drives a Mercedes, he drives a Ferrari.

She practices law with confidence and is in command, until she steps through the door of their home. He has vowed to never release her.

Does she want to be freed?

 

Excerpt:

Imogen glanced across the courtroom. He was seated in the public gallery. Muscles bunched under his shirt, his long black hair hung down to his shoulders and his chocolate brown eyes locked with hers. Warmth pooled in her pussy, she found it difficult to concentrate knowing his hungry gaze was watching her every move.

Moses tilted his lips into a grin, he had noticed Imogen squirming uncomfortably when she had first noticed him. The beautiful, tall, leggy blonde rose from her chair, turned her back and began fiddling with papers. He knew he was being unfair. This was an important trial for his sub. It involved the Mayor’s son and could make or break her brilliant career.

Imogen breathed deeply. She couldn’t let her clients down by being distracted. I will talk to Moses tonight. I can’t have him attending this trial and distracting me.

“Please rise for the Honourable Judge Dalton O’Malley,” a voice from the front of the courtroom announced.

Imogen came to attention and when she dared to take a quick peek in the direction of the gallery, she noticed Moses had left. She breathed deep with relief. 

Moses strolled outside into the bright sunshine. He had done what he had come to do, unnerve his sub. She needed to be kept informed of who was in charge at all times. He smiled to himself as he headed for his favourite café at Circular Quay.

He would enjoy a latté while he drank in the first warmth of summer and made plans for tonight. She would pay for daring to turn her back on him.

He weaved his way down George Street, smiling at several women and girls as he went. He was well aware his physique attracted interest but he had the only woman he wanted.Maybe she could come home and find another woman in the apartment? That would remind her that I am in charge and it would punish her for turning her back on me. 

Moses dismissed the thought of another female. It would devastate Imogen and, although she had to be disciplined, he would never be cruel.

He entered the café on the waterfront and was immediately shown to a table overlooking the harbour. The view was magnificent as water sparkled in the sunlight and vessels of every shape, colour and size floated in all directions. Moses was content. He picked up the daily paper which had been placed down with his latté and began reading.

He would not pick Imogen up from the trial as planned. He would meet her at home and put his plan into action.

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