Saga # 1
the first novel in USA Today bestselling author Claire Kent’s deeply sensual
story of love, lust, and deception, a woman searching for the truth discovers
that she’s sleeping with the enemy.
Watson keeps her relationships simple and steamy, with no strings attached.
She’s had a hard time trusting other people since she was a child, when her
father was murdered for trying to blow the whistle on corporate corruption.
Nearly twenty years later, Kelly finds herself in the arms of a seductive
stranger—the very same man who may have ordered her father’s death. And even as
she plays him, using hot sex as a means to revenge, Kelly is tormented by one question:
Is she committing the ultimate betrayal?
decades forging a high-powered career, rejecting intimacy for the convenience
of fast women and cheap thrills. But Kelly intrigues him, pushing commitment
buttons he didn’t know he had. Still, something is wrong. Despite their
physical and emotional chemistry, Caleb feels the fear inside of her. Now the
only way to keep her safe is coming clean, before secrets and lies destroy
their connection—no matter how deep, intense, and addictive it may be.
Kent has been
writing romance novels since she was twelve years old. She has a PhD in British
literature and, when she’s not writing, teaches English at the university
level. She also writes contemporary romance under the pen name Noelle Adams.
been so deeply attracted to a man. He wasn’t even her type. He was
too old for her—with a dusting of silver in his hair—and she normally preferred
blue-collar types. Military men. Cops. Firefighters. Construction workers. Men
with calloused hands.
easing even closer to her so that her breasts brushed lightly against his chest
for a moment. “You believe in love, don’t you?”
laughed. She hadn’t
believed in love since her father was murdered. “You are so wrong about me, it’s not even funny. I bet I
believe in love even less than you do.”
touching her hair again, skimming the tips of his fingers down the length of
one loose strand.
It felt like she knew him—all the way down to the core. “I believe in being
self-sufficient, just like you do.” She leaned toward him just enough to graze
her nipples against his shirt before she pulled back.
cheeks now, and it looked like he was breathing more quickly. He was definitely
turned on. Just as turned on as she was. “What else do you believe in?”
is and not dreaming of romantic fairy tales, just like you do.” She knew this
about him, as well as she knew it about herself.
mingling with the blaze of desire. “And what else?”
public park, but she didn’t
care. Responding to the challenge he posed, she slid one hand down his chest,
then his belly, until she reached his groin, which she gave a brief caress.
aroused. Hard in his jeans.
could see he was holding himself back. “What do you believe about sex?”
mutual gratification without all the baggage the world has built up around it.”
hand on the small of her back. “Free love, then? To go with the puppies and
make it so.”
his body until she could feel his arousal against her middle.
pussy pulsing with desire, and her mind struggling to keep up with his quick
wit. “Somehow, I knew that about you.”
but then they’re
crying when I don’t
call them the next morning.”
against her very slightly. To the people in the park, they must look like they
were just hugging, but a hug was very far from what was going on between them.
liked it. A lot. She couldn’t
remember the last time she’d been this turned on, this invested in a
brown eyes smoldering with lust, excitement, and intelligence.
her father died. Her whole world had changed that year.
pretense on your side.”
a sweet face? You’re
old enough to know that appearances deceive. You can fuck me now, and I’d never give you a second
never hear from me again.”
think of me again.”
seen you follow through.”
genuine question. She could see that he was waiting for an answer as he watched
her, even through the growing desire.
strangers. She didn’t
normally have sex on a Saturday morning in the park, but there was no good
reason not to.
that must be met, a battle that must be won.
skeptical, as if he still didn’t
believe she took sex as casually as he did.
in a question, a call to action.
pulling her toward the wooded area nearby. He snapped his fingers, and the dog
stopped chewing his Frisbee and jumped to his feet to follow.
neared the trees. “The car might be more comfortable.”
firm and strong and authoritative as he pulled her after him.
the trees, not at one of the trails, but in the thickly grown area closest to
horrors she just couldn’t
make herself go any farther. She physically couldn’t do it, yanking her hand
out of the man’s.
what I thought.”
phobia about the woods be damned. She grabbed his shoulders and pushed him
against a large tree. “What did you think? That we would go deep in the woods
where you could safely hide, where no one could ever see what we were doing?
This is far enough.”
this close to the edge of the woods. They would be out of sight, but not very
caught was far milder than her fear of going deeper into the woods. Even now, a
chill had broken out on her skin, almost distracting her from her arousal.
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CLAIMED by Stacey Kennedy
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DEEP AUTUMN HEAT by Elisabeth Barrett
TAKE THE FALL by Marquita Valentine
YOUR TO KEEP by Serena Bell
SWEET THE SIN by Claire Kent