Six months he's been watching her. Wanting her. And now he'll finally claim her...
Despite her penchant for bad singing and bad breakups, Ayden's none-too-private neighbor Tara is everything he desires--strong, sexy, wild. Just the type of woman a geeky guy like him could never get. Never, that is, unless he becomes someone else. The kind of man she'll say yes to. The alpha dog buried deep inside, ready to claim his woman and prove she's his, forever.
Tell me your fantasies...
Still on the hunt for that perfect guy, Tara goes through men like water but never quenches her thirst. Then the hot new neighbor corners her in the elevator. Mother always said not to talk to strangers...but kissing them? Totally explainable. Revealing her innermost fantasies? Totally irrelevant. It's not as if he's actually going to take her, tie her up, kidnap her and whisk her away to spankings, threesomes and more. But as Ayden warns... Careful, Tara, some fantasies do come true.
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Ellora's Cave Publishing, Incorporated
November 13, 2009
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Excerpt from Taking Tara by Alyssa Brooks
His nostrils flared as she stepped onto the elevator. A fruity scent--exotic. Coconut and lime. The aroma infused his body, luring him closer as the doors slid shut, locking them in together. He could just eat her up...or more appropriately, out.
As always, this morning she'd dressed to appear conservative. Businesslike. But her body made a mockery of the style--much to his appreciation.
Instinctively, Ayden gravitated toward her, admiring lush curves put on display by her formfitting slacks and snug, sleeveless sweater. One-inch heels lifted her legs, arching that sweet little ass, and as she glanced sideways, he frowned at the makeup she wore. Far more than he preferred--for too long he'd yearned to see Tara all natural.
Or better yet, in nothing but her white coat, clipboard in hand. Dumping the latest boyfriend, casting the loser out of her life with a flick of her pen. He'd bet it was the sexiest thing on the planet.
"What floor?" she asked him, angling her neck to smile at him, still not having selected her own.
Sliding one hand in the back pocket of his blue jeans and leaning against the elevator wall with the other, he nodded a greeting, consciously narrowing his eyes to look sexy, just the way he'd practiced. Here went nothing. "Wow, you're gorgeous."
"Oh." She turned the rest of the way, looking around as if someone else must be in the elevator. "I...wasn't expecting that. I don't know what to say."
"Thank you?" he suggested, mentally kicking himself for skipping right past hello and leaping into cockiness.
But wasn't that how her types behaved? Charmingly boorish.
To his relief, she beamed. "Okay, thank you."
"They say it's a nice day. Warm." And with any luck, it was about to get a whole lot nicer. And hotter.
Given she took the bait...and didn't recognize him. Or did she? He couldn't tell. Didn't want to.
On pins and needles, Ayden awaited her response. Besides the laundry room run-in, it was the first time he'd had the balls to speak to her, much less flirt with her.
But that was his plan--new appearance, new Ayden. Alpha male, right down to his new Nikes.
"Yeah, weatherman said it's a gorgeous eighty-five," she purred in agreement. Giving him the confidence he needed, she locked eyes with him, her smile saying it all--she wanted him. "I'm afraid I don't recognize you. Are you new to the building?"
Nope, just to her.
Ayden stifled a snort. Just as he'd predicted, suddenly he existed. Was it the contacts? Or the stubble he'd let grow in over the past week? Perhaps his jeans and Mets cap?
Damn jocks got all the girls.
But now he would too. No, scratch that. He'd met plenty of women already, just none like Tara.
Now he'd get her. Thoroughly. He'd make her scream his name--even if it took being someone else.
"New? You could say that." After all, it had only been six months. "Ground level. Do you mind?" He nodded to the controls, realizing he could have brushed against her in an effort to select his floor, but that was nowhere near as much fun as admiring her adorable bottom when she leaned forward and tapped the button. And to his great pleasure, she lingered, no doubt aware of his stare, but allowing him to get an eyeful.
Yesterday she'd have slapped him silly.
The elevator lurched into motion, went down a floor and promptly stalled. For the first time since moving in, he was glad he could count the start-and-stop-again ride that took an average of seven minutes and thirty-seven seconds to arrive at the parking garage--he knew because he'd timed it. Every day for a week.
A few moments passed silently between them, laced heavily with uncertainty. Attraction. Then the elevator lurched back into motion, moving on to stall at the next level--the wait became longer each floor, but the doors only opened if that particular one had been selected.
"Well..." Facing him, she lifted to her toes and planted a tiny, soft kiss on his cheek that shocked his dick upright. Lips lingering, she brushed their supple flesh over his stubble, whispering, "Let me welcome you to the building, new neighbor. I'm Tara."
Oh hell yes. Welcome him. Fast.
It was all he could do not to grab her and fuck her right there in the elevator. And maybe he should. They did have about six more minutes left.
Six minutes? The things he had in mind for Tara required more like sixty. Or sixty thousand.
"Thank you," he managed, despite a dry mouth and tight throat. "Best welcome I've received to date."
When she audaciously lingered, still on tiptoe, her lips hovering at his cheek, Ayden took that as a go. She couldn't send him clearer signals if she strapped a sign to her chest that blinked Fuck Me in neon colors.
The elevator's antics forgotten, he took her head possessively, tangling his fingers in her long, curly brown hair and trapping her there. "You make a habit of kissing strangers?"
She bared brilliant white teeth. "Just handsome ones."
"So, I'm handsome?"
One thing was certain, his cock was officially huge and hard as steel.
In all the years he'd spent dating, he'd never imagined posing as sexy, feeling sexy, was this powerful. Arousing.
And he wanted more. More than she could imagine.
Using his hands in her hair, Ayden gently forced her closer, bringing her mouth within an inch of his. He inhaled, so close to her he was able to savor her cool, minty breath, the way it mingled with the cinnamon mouthwash he'd used earlier.
"The kind of man I fantasize about." The sass in her tone said it all.
Not shy at all, not that he'd expected her to be, she maintained eye contact with him. Hazel eyes that sparked with golden mischief.
"Fascinating." Lost in the moment, he dared to flick his tongue along her plush lower lip and taste her. Delicious as he'd imagined. "Tell me about this fantasy, Tara."
"You'll think I'm crazy." She pouted that mouth, inviting his little teases and licks, and Ayden just couldn't help himself. It was like resisting candy--and he'd always had a sweet tooth.
"I already do. I like crazy."