All's Fair In Love (Love and War #2)

Sasha Gold


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All's Fair In Love by Sasha Gold
A Steamy, Contemporary, Western Romance
Dillan Archer knows he’s screwed up with his woman by being overprotective. He’s certain Jenny feels betrayed, but that doesn’t mean he’s going to let her off easy. Jenny is still his and he has every intention of proving it. In a single, rash moment, Jenny ups the ante, only to find that she’s no match for a determined, domineering man like Dillan. Dillan takes one final chance. One weekend to stake his claim.

Warning: This book contains (something very much like) kidnapping, extortion (sort-of), one wild weekend of make-up sex, and a dirty-talking alpha male. It is intended for audiences over eighteen.

From Chapter 2

His hand wrapped around hers, engulfing it, his touch warm. Her senses spun from his touch, making her yearn for more, an unhurried and gentle seduction, slow drugging kisses.

“We could sit on your couch,” she said, feeling suddenly shy, as she followed behind him. “Make out like we used to. Remember how we’d stop every few minutes when a car went by, worrying that my parents were coming home?”

At the top of the stairs he stopped and smiled at her and shook his head. “I want you naked.”

She swallowed, trying to loosen the tightness in her throat. A mixture of apprehension and arousal coursed in her veins. Dillan, a head taller than her, suddenly looked even more immense, his chest broader, and his shoulders thicker. He’d been lifting weights, a lot of weights.

She put her hand on his chest. “Dillan.”

“What?” his tone was gruff.

“When will you kiss me?” She held her breath as she searched his eyes. “Isn’t that part of the kiss and make up equation?”

She bit her lip. Now she’d done it – put it out in the open, the notion of making up. It was what she wanted more than anything, a reconciliation, and forgiveness.
He pulled her roughly against him. “Who’s driving this?”

Captive, her breasts pressed against him, she felt weak with need. Wetness flooded her and she no longer thought of kisses, but of him inside her. She needed that more than she needed her next breath.

“Answer me.” He spoke through gritted teeth. “Who is driving this?”

“You are.”

“Good girl. No more of you calling the shots. You’re under my orders for the week-end – longer if you don’t do as you’re told.”

She let out a small gasp. “Longer?”

“That’s right. Consider this a kidnapping and you’re paying your own ransom. The week-end starts now but if you sass me the clock goes back to zero.”

She widened her eyes, opened her mouth, but he covered her lips with his finger.

When he spoke, his voice was a growl. “Don’t. Say. A word.”
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