Desperate Seduction

 

Where's Mr. Right when you so desperately need him?

 Diagnosed with premature menopause, Claire's life takes a sharp turn, and suddenly nothing matters more to her than getting pregnant. The trouble is, not only is she single, she’s a virgin. At twenty-eight, she's always been the nerdy, shy type. But now she’s about to do something very bold--she’s about to submit.

Blake has always possessed a secret attraction to Claire, but figured her too timid for the likes of him. He can’t believe it when Claire shows up at his door with the proposition. They may be best friends, but Claire doesn't know everything about him…like his preference for sexual dominance in the bedroom or the toys hidden in his closet. He’ll only agree to father her child if she proves she’s the submissive mate for him.

 As matters of the heart go, they fit together like matching puzzle pieces, but when sex comes into play, will it be delight or a disaster?

 

Excerpt

Blake hadn’t seen her in days, not since he’d almost kissed her, and he needed to set her straight. Though he’d love to start something sexual with her, hell, it just wasn’t possible. Not with his kinks.

There was no way he’d risk their relationship. He didn’t want to lose her friendship because of something as silly as petty attraction. They’d been friends since college, when she’d tutored him in math. They’d clicked immediately, growing closer through the years. They had fun together and trusted each other. Who the hell else would he eat too many barbeque potato chips with, while watching sci-fi movies? Go out for beer with at the pizza joint, even on Wednesdays? Cheer him and his students on during karate competitions?

He gazed down at Claire, unintentionally allowing devouring the sight of her. Damn. Why couldn’t he stop looking at her like that?

“I, um—” She gulped. Thick brown lashes veiled her wide, dark cocoa eyes, hiding whatever she was thinking.

Claire’s full lips parted slightly. She looked about to say something, but she didn’t. He wanted to urge her to speak, but he couldn’t help his own silence. She was so stunning he didn’t trust his tongue. The pale skin of her cheeks tinted a healthy pink from blushing and she gave off an aura of naive sexuality. Blake was well aware that Claire was a virgin, a fact that tortured him as much as her innocent demeanor.

He studied her, soaking in her delicious body. Her addiction to Mexican food and chocolate gave her petite form a soft, curvy figure. The yellow sundress clung to her every peak and valley, accenting her in all the right ways. Innocent as the outfit was, he’d never seen her in something so bold. The neckline dipped in the front, revealing a hint of the crevice between the creamy white mounds of her breasts.

Claire never dressed like this. She typically sported sweatpants when she finally peeled herself out of the straight-laced black or gray business suits she wore to work. Then again, Claire never let her hair free either and a cascade of golden brown silk currently flowed down her back.

He noted the shine to her lips, where she must have applied some sort of gloss. Hell, he didn’t think she’d even owned any. His cock jerked and hardened. She looked so different, so delectable.

How easy it was to imagine her on her knees, her back arched, her luscious rear in the air as he beat it with his leather paddle. The way her skin would redden and she’d whimper, needing more, loving it. How she’d wriggle, struggling against the bonds, her mouth gagged, her eyes blindfolded. Claire, in total submission to his mastery.

Oh yes, how he could imagine it.

Damn he wished it could be so.

But Claire wasn’t the type to play the games he did. It took a bolder type of woman to accept his kind of domination. Claire would never let him cuff her, clasp her nipples, or…

There were many things she’d be shocked to discover he liked. Bottom line, he couldn’t change his sexual preferences and he wasn’t sure she couldn’t handle them. Not that he was into hardcore BDSM, but he did like to get kinky.

In fact, he’d even made a chart. What would Claire think if she knew he’d weighed the pros and cons of a relationship with her on paper? Perhaps he should burn that. It wouldn’t do for her to read such private thoughts.

Blake sighed, his heart warming as he relished thoughts of all they did together. He didn’t have family, just Claire and he didn’t want to lose her. Ever.

He needed to pull it together. Squaring his shoulders, he straightened his spine and gave her a friendly grin.

“Come on in,” he suggested, attempting in vain to sound normal while he held open the door.

“I can’t. I mean—” She sucked in a sharp breath and blew it out with a hiss. “Blake, I want you to get me pregnant.”

“What?” Her words shocked him beyond comprehension for a moment. His muscles went limp, his jaw falling. Before he could catch it, his towel had dropped to the ground.

 

Reviews

41/2 Hearts! "The author treats this touchy subject with the seriousness it deserves without it overpowering the story."  Lisa, The Romance Studio

 5 Roses! "Wow, oh my God, this book had me jumping my husband after just reading half of it. " Nicole, My Book Cravings

"An entertaining story that you won’t want to miss." Jennifer Bishop, RRT Erotic

 

"A sweet read with a naughty kink to it." Kerin, Two Lips Reviews

"Great internal struggle." Aris, Alternative-Read.com Reviewer

"A hot enjoyable read. Ms. Brooks did an amazing job..." Diamond, Romance Divas

 

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