Book 6 in the BOUND HEARTS series.
Marey has run from herself and from Sax for over three years. Lost years, hiding in the home her parents left her, living on the fantasy, too wary to reach out and make real the dreams of the life and man that torment her.
Sax Brogan is the embodiment of sinful and sexy--tall, dark, handsome and every inch of him the fantasy of Marey's dreams come to hot, throbbing life. And he's more than ready to claim his woman.
Now the time has come for Marey to stop running and embrace not just the fantasy he represents, but also the reality.
That is, if her ex-husband will let her live long enough to enjoy it...
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November 13, 2009
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Excerpt from Embraced by Lora Leigh
It was crazy. The worst possible idea imaginable. She had spent three years denying the desire, denying the truth of her own feelings. If she walked up to that room, then it would change things forever.
Marey pulled her little car into the parking lot of the motel and stared at the exterior nervously. Was she brave enough to do it? Could she actually walk in there and give in to all the desires she had kept hidden all her life, and then walk away as though it had never happened?
Her hands gripped the steering wheel, her fingers curling around it in a death grip as she fought the tremors that quaked through her body. She didn't know if she could do it. She had spent too many years fighting it. Unlike her friends, the merry five who had entered into marriages with infamous Trojans, Marey knew she likely didn't have what it took to carry this off.
It was one night, her hormones screamed at her. One stupid night of wild hot sex, stop philosophizing over it. She could do this.
Of course she could. She was thirty-five, not twenty, and she hadn't been a virgin for a long time. Damned good thing, she reminded herself--Saxon Brogan would terrify a virgin.
She laid her head against the steering wheel, groaning pitifully as she tried to force herself from the car. Wasn't this what she wanted? she reminded herself. One hot, wicked night with the man of her dreams before reality came with the rising sun and she went back to the staid, sterile life she lived.
Why? Something snapped within her then. Why did she have to return to anything? There was no husband. No children. No parents to catch her in some naughty act. All she had were her friends. Friends that one by one had fallen into the clutches of a lifestyle that Marey might not understand, but didn't condemn. And it wasn't as if she was doing anything illicit.
She ignored the flashing thought of the underclothes she was wearing. Or those she wasn't wearing, she reminded herself.
She could do this. She raised her head, nodding firmly. There was no law that said the man who fucked you had to love you, was there? Of course there wasn't. Besides, she loved Sax. The admission was one she rarely allowed herself to make. One she hid from herself as much as possible.
Fear had held her hostage for years. The fear that her ex-husband, Vince, would finally slip his hold on sanity and kill her. The fear that she was making another mistake, that her heart would pay the price this time. Her pride had been sacrificed to her ruined marriage and Vince's fury. But her heart. If Sax broke her heart, could she survive it?
She breathed in roughly. She would have to survive it. Now dammit, she had waited too long. Fantasies could only sustain a woman for so long, and toys were a poor second to what she knew was waiting for her.
Sax, with his quirky little smile, his dark eyes, his voice whispering his need for her. The sight of his hands, so much darker than her pale flesh, coasting over her body, bringing her a pleasure she had never known before. Dominant, commanding, he was part of the exclusive men's club that had been nicknamed Trojan's. They were dominant, forceful, but even more, they practiced sharing their women, bringing them to heights of arousal that were rumored to leave their women weak for days.
Her friends had married into the club. And though getting details was like pulling teeth without anesthesia, she had managed to pry out enough to fuel her own midnight fantasies.
Was she brave enough? If she could fantasize about it, then surely she had the courage to do it. To go to Sax and take the pleasure she knew awaited her. To see if a future was possible, if the fantasies were a pale excuse for reality, or vise versa.
She pried her fingers from the steering wheel, grabbed her small purse and opened the car door before she could change her mind. She was a grown woman. A mature adult. And if there was one man in the world who could trip her switches, it was Sax. So what if he didn't love her, if he was miles out of her league. He wanted her. For tonight at least, she could be the woman she wanted to be, with no fear of gossip or reprisals.
Squaring her shoulders, she moved across the parking lot and up the stairs to the second landing. Room two twenty nine. She pulled the door card from the side pocket of her purse and gripped it with tense fingers. Nerves shook her body, pounded through her blood stream. Adrenaline was a crashing crescendo in her ears as she approached the door and drew in a hard, deep breath.
She could do this. She had waited years, lusting after a man she feared she couldn't keep. Besides, it was almost Christmas...well, almost Thanksgiving anyway. She could treat herself to something a little different this year. Something hot and wild, something she could carry with her forever, no matter what the future might hold.
She slid the card into the electronic lock, waited until the light flashed green, then turned the handle slowly.
See, she could do this. She pushed the door open slowly, and stepped in before coming to a shocking, mind numbing stop.