When the Mahoney Tower Tulsa’s general manager disappears, Jillian Fox calls headquarters for help. What she gets is a hotshot corporate investigator—and an inexplicable craving for things that are very, very bad for her. Something besides his monogram and size sixteen shoes tells her Barrett George could be BIG trouble, but resisting his aggressive pursuit turns out to be even harder than keeping her fingers out of the candy bowl. Barrett knows the skittish little accountant is probably smart not to trust him, especially if she’s looking for crappily ever after. But it’s been months since he got laid and her avoidance tactics only inflame his inner predator. Barrett’s sexual domination sparks Jillian’s complete sensual surrender and a primal attraction that puts both their hearts at risk. But even as he tests the limits of her trust, the investigation heats up, exposing a conspiracy that places Jillian in harm’s way—and forces Barrett to face his greatest fear. Is ménage a trois your fantasy? Find out what happens to Jillian when one of her most secret fantasies becomes a reality. Steamy doesn’t even come close. We should all be so lucky.
Author
When I complained of being bored the summer before 7th grade, my mother (who worked at a boookstore at the time) handed me a stripped copy of Victoria Holt's The Shivering Sands—and I was hooked. I became a voracious reader, bringing home stacks of romantic novels from the library every few days. At 14, I tried to write my first two romances. The first was about a federal agent masquerading as a bank robber, and a smart-mouthed customer who drove a custom baby blue Trans Am named Shark. He stole Shark as his getaway vehicle and she dove in beside him. That was as far as I got—I could never see beyond their flying down the highway bickering as they were chased by bad guys. The second was a hot mess of a Gothic paranormal erotic involving an 18yo governess and the 16yo eldest son of the house, who made quite innappropriate advances toward her via astral projection while she slept. I wrote 100 pages front and back IN PENCIL before I hit the I HATE point and shoved it under my bed. When I retrieved it 2 years later, the lead was so smeared I couldn't read it. The End. It took finding my own hero to reignite my passion for romance writing. More than 25 years later, I bought a used laptop on eBay and wrote my first erotic romance. I'm just about to release my tenth at Samhain Publishing. Mr Robin and I have been married for 18 years; we live on a farm and have three wonderful kids. I love to hear from readers, so don't be timid about saying hi!
