Dominic: The Prince

Ties of Steel Book 2

Book Information:

Title: Ties of Steel Series – Dominic: The Prince

Series: Men of Steel Series

Author: MJ Fields

Publication Date: January 18th, 2015

Blurb

The Italian, seductive, quiet alpha, Dominic Segretti, is leaving Livorno, Italy and headed for the Jersey Shore.
His family’s business is in danger of crumbling under the management of a man who tormented and grossly underestimated his investment in a business he grew up loving and the hatred of a man who made his life hell for thirteen years.
He has been quietly waiting for the right moment to bring Benito Deluca to his knees. He comes to the US, armed with enough evidence to prove his case to, Josephine Steel, his aunt, and his cousins, Cyrus, Jase, Zandor, and Xavier.
The night before he plans to tell them of the corruption that could cause the demise of DeLuca INC, he decides to take a night to de-stress. He plans a night of relaxation and enjoyment for himself at the Hilton Casino on the shore.
Delaney Johnson is starting over after a break-up and graduating college. She has landed the job of her dreams in NYC. Arrangements had been made to stay with her best friend, Nikki Bassett, and her fiancé’, Abe O’Donnell.
Feeling that her luck has suddenly changed, she stops to play a few slots, just for fun. She finds herself winning big, and gains an admirer.
One hot night of uninhibited sex with a stranger takes her places she never knew she could go.
Dominic sees something in her, something familiar, something undeniable. Will this one hot night turn into many or will the Beast’s plans crush any hope of them exploring their future?

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 Excerpt

I walk out the door with my belongings in hand. It is time to move the hell on. I had made a promise to myself; when it was no longer fun I would be done.
It is no longer fun. Hell, it bypassed fun four months ago. And after this, well it is over.
James pursued me hard and fucked me even harder. He was a player. You know the type. He’d smile and give a wink. I’d end up with a pair of soaked panties. Then, I’d do the only thing I could, turn and walk away.
Apparently, I was playing hard to get, so he said, which made him have to have me, (his words.) After three weeks of him asking me out, I agreed to a date.
Flowers, check.
Dinner, check.
A bottle and a half of wine, double check.
He insisted on walking me into my dorm room.
Yes, that night was the first time we had sex, but I will never admit that to my girls. We have rules. Rules that my girl, Nikki, had already broken. That lucky bitch got a hot guy, too, Abe O’Donnell. He’s hot as hell, a possessive and fickle bastard, and she got him.
Where were we?
Oh yes, James and our first time. It went something like this.
‘We’ve waited long enough, darlin’.’ With his Southern drawl and green-ass eyes boring holes into mine, I caved.
He was big and rough, and lasted all of five minutes.
‘It’s okay.’ I wanted to make sure he knew I was all right with what had just happened.
‘Better than ok, it was damn good.’
Uh huh. It’s not like it was awful sex. I mean, it was frequent, and he was on the larger than average size. Seven inches wasn’t bad, right?
Apparently, two or three times a day wasn’t enough for James. That’s what he told me when I walked into our apartment about an hour and a half ago, and found him fucking the slut from down the hall.
‘I need it more, darlin’,’ he said, as he stood naked, while she threw her clothes on. ‘You put out more often, and we’ll be okay, you’ll see.’
‘Are you kidding me?’ I laughed, as I chucked all my clothes out of the closet.
‘I’ll talk to you later?’ I heard the bitch whisper, as I snapped around.
‘You have to have more self-respect than that. Did you not just hear what he said to me?’
‘Sex is sex.’ She rolled her eyes.
‘Well, just so you know, you just made it to the top of my prayer list. Bless your heart.’
‘You too.’
‘Me?’ I squeaked my response.
‘You’re doing him two and three times a day, and I’m in need of prayers?’
‘Living together.’ I pointed between James and me. I stopped when I realized there was no point in arguing with the slut, who had been banging my live-in boyfriend. ‘Get the fuck out.’
I bent down, picked up one of my black heels and hurled it in her direction.
‘Oh, my God, she’s crazy!’
‘That’s right, skank!’ I yelled.
I looked over at James; he looked back at me and smirked. The bastard was smirking, as he held onto himself, naked, hard, and watching the two of us bickering back and forth.
‘You too, you sick bastard!’ I snapped at him.
‘Who me?’ He looked shocked and pointed to himself.
Oh. My. God. He was fucking clueless.
I don’t know what came over me, but I started laughing. It was a cross between a belly laugh and a snort. Then, tears started falling, as I threw everything I owned into a suitcase and two duffle bags.
Before walking out the door, I looked back at him. He finally had some basketball shorts on.
‘You really gonna leave, darlin’? Where you gonna go? Can’t go home, can’t get back into the dorms, can’t–’
‘Can’t stay here with you either.’
‘If I,’ he stopped and scratched his head, ‘if I don’t do it again, maybe you’ll stay?’
How is it that I felt more emotion emitting from James, at that very moment, than I had in the last five months? I mean he wasn’t a complete asshole. Although, our first date may have been the last time he showed an ounce of what I would consider a romantic notion.
I shook my head ‘no’ as he slowly approached me.
‘Come on, darlin’; give it another shot. Just give me one more try.’ As he took my hand, I shook my head ‘no’, again. ‘Where you gonna go, Laney?’
‘I’ll find a place?’ My voice cracked.
He shook his head. ‘Not that easy, darlin’.’
At that moment the dam broke. At that moment, I fell apart. In that moment, James hugged me. It was the second nicest thing he had ever done for me. He slid the duffle bag strap off my right shoulder and then the other off my left. I just stood there and let them drop to the ground, as I sobbed against his bare chest.
He wrapped his arms around me and rubbed my back.
It was probably the sweetest moment in our entire relationship—until he popped wood.
Before pulling out of my parking spot, I look up, hoping to see him coming after me. Hoping that he would fight for me. I give it two minutes, one hundred and twenty seconds. Waiting for a man to come and beg me to come back. The man that I just caught fucking another woman: whore, slut. Whatever you wanna call her.
Pathetic. That’s what I am.

***
Mel opens her dorm room door and I hold up a bottle of wine. “Wanna help me drink this?”
She smiles and steps back. “I’d never say no to you.”
“Paige here?” I ask, as I walk in.
“She’s on a date.”
“Cool.” I set the bottle down and wiggle my jacket off my shoulders, as I look up at her. She has that look, the one of concern and question.
“What?”
“Spill it,” she says, and turns her back. She grabs two cups out of the shoebox- sized cabinet that houses their dinnerware, and red Solo cups.
“It wasn’t fun anymore–” I begin.
“Oh, come on. He’s what, three in a year? It’s not always about fun, Laney.”
“Don’t you judge me,” I say, pouring the Red Cat into a cup.
“You–,” she starts.
“I caught him in bed with the whore from down the hall.”
“No.” Her mouth drops open.
I take a long drink and nod as I swallow.
“I thought you and he had a great sex life?”
“Great. Yeah, I wouldn’t say great. Frequent, but apparently not frequent enough.” I take another drink, watching her as she fills her cup.
“You can stay here as long as you want, okay?”
“Mels, I can’t be a fucking mooch for–”
This time she cut me off. “You’d do it for us.”
“What if you get caught and get into trouble? I won’t put you in that situation. I was so stupid to move in with him to begin with.”
After the bottle of wine is finished, and we male bash for a while, I stand up, and yes, I stumble.
“Where are you going?”
“I don’t know. My car, the Y, the … ”
“At least stay here, tonight. I don’t think Paige will be back, so you can have her bed.” I don’t want to, I mean, I really don’t want to be someone else’s burden. “You’re drunk, Laney. Just stay.”
***
I ended up staying from February until May. Mel, Paige, and I share their closet-sized room the entire time. I never spoke to James again.
Graduation was two days away. I hadn’t spoken to my parents, either one of them, in months. They both had a fit when I had moved in with James. I was adamant that I was an adult and could make that decision on my own. Both banded together, for once in my life, and stood their ground. If I moved in with him I was not getting their support. I told them they could take their support and shove it.
James had lasted a bit longer than the normal five minutes that night. ‘I’m proud of you, darlin’.’
I stayed out a little later the few nights preceding graduation, not wanting to face my friends. Not wanting to face, or let them find out, what I had been hiding for six months.
They didn’t know that my parents and I were at odds. I knew they would be pissed when they found out. I know I messed up by not telling them, but honestly, it hurt. So what if I didn’t want to share the hurt?
I even tried to fake sick, to miss the deadline for filling out the online registration for the commencement ceremony. Did the girls allow that to happen? Yes, but–hell no. Paige rushed through the prep for her final, came home with chicken noodle soup to feed me, so I would get better, and helped me fill out the form. She even placed the order for my cap and gown at the bookstore, when I was too ‘busy.’ I didn’t have the money for them at that time, but she didn’t listen, she bought them.
So, I was fucked.
Two nights before graduation, Nikki and Abe come into town. They are staying in a hotel. The four of us girls, are supposed to meet up for dinner and drinks, while Abe is going to stay behind to get some work done.
We walk into their hotel room and in typical ‘us’ fashion, we hug, laugh, and Nikki even cries. She is so excited to be back. She spent the last year of school doing an internship and Abe O’Donnell, thus the emotions.
You should see the look on Abe’s face when the tears start rolling down her cheeks. I swear he thinks she is upset. He immediately is at her side, in true alpha male form, and she laughs.
“Happy tears. I miss them,” she explains.
“You sure?” he asks.
“Yes.” She is beaming. “Now, don’t you have something to go do? We are about to embark on a four hour conversation of what’s gone on over the past,” she looks at us again, “almost year.”
After a chaste kiss is placed to her lips, he disappears into what I assume, is the master bedroom.
“We have so much catching up to do. You guys don’t mind if we stay in and eat, do you?” Nikki asks.
We order sushi and go through several bottles of wine. Then, the topic of conversation centers on my break up with James.
“I’m fine. Honest to God. I mean, really, what was I gonna do, stick around here? Marry him and move to his hometown where his life would be consumed by his family’s ranch and weekend rodeos? Shit, I was an idiot not to think about the future anyway. What would I be, Mrs. JD Farnsworth the second? The minute his little brother graduated high school, last year, his mom ran for the hills,” I say sarcastically. “She was sick of getting kicked around. So, let’s talk about something else, shall we?”
“His dad beat his mom?” Nikki looks at me the same way she would look at a wounded bird.
Paige laughs, “Hey, at least she gets it now, can’t save them all. Remember Heather? You two tried so hard to help her after she became consumed by her first love. Crazy is crazy, right, Mel?”
“I’ll drink to that.” Mel raises her glass.
I force a laugh, excuse myself and retreat to the bathroom. The mere mention of that girl’s name makes me sick to my stomach. I hate that bitch. Hate her! The girl everyone in high school shunned. The girl that Nikki and I tried so damn hard to help, was now—fucking my father. Not just fucking him, living with him. My mom was on the road with some cross-country hillbilly, riding bitch in a fucking tractor-trailer. My life literally turned upside down last year. Because of all the things Nikki and Abe had gone through, I made sure the others didn’t know. If I’m being truthful, I don’t want them to know anyway. It is embarrassing.
I hear the door open as I sit on the cold tile floor, and in walks Abe. “I apologize. I didn’t know–”
“It’s fine, Abe.”
“You all right?”
“I’m fine, emotional, you know. Graduation, all the pomp and circumstance.” I stand, trying to act like it was a joke. “Females, pfftttt. You live with Nikki, I’m sure you understand. Please don’t mention it?”
He nods and walks out, closing the door behind him.
Not two minutes later, the door opens. Nikki walks in and shuts it behind her. “Spill it.”
“What?” I try to act like nothing is going on.
“You don’t get emotional. Abe said you were upset–”
“In front of them?”
“Abe? No. He would never.”
“Why?”
“Because he’s amazing. He gets it. He–” She put her hand on her hip. “You’re deflecting.”
“Am not.” Tears sting my eyes.
“Are too,” she says and grabs my hand. “It’s me. The girl who you talked out of making the biggest mistake of her life not too damn long ago. Now, talk to me, Laney.”
“I’m not ready–” I stop when the door opens, and Mel and Paige walk in.
“Not ready for what?” Mel asks, as she walks over and sits on the counter.
“Nothing, God, can’t someone just be emotional? Can’t someone just not want to sit through a stupid ceremony in a damn green gown? Can’t someone–”
Paige pipes in, “Time to spill the beans, Laney. For a long time I thought it was James, but now, I know damn well it’s something else.”

“My parents are getting divorced, okay? They’re both assholes, too. I haven’t talked to them in months. I don’t want to talk about it.”
“Why haven’t you said anything?” Nikki asks.
“Cause it’s embarrassing, alright?”
“It happens. My parents divorced when I was ten. It’s not embarrassing, it’s part of life.” Mel smiles at me. “We’re here for you.”
“You can’t just walk away from them, either. I mean, family is family, messed up or not,” Paige interjects.
“Yes, I can. If you three keep pressuring, I will walk out of here, too.”
They don’t say a word, none of them. They know I am serious. And I am, too.
***
I sit on a bar stool looking at the clock. An hour before graduation, and I am shit faced. I send the girls a text, telling them I won’t be there. Ten minutes later, James walks in, alone. He pulls a bar stool up beside me and orders two shots of tequila. He pushes one over to me. I shake my head ‘no.’
“It’s graduation, darlin’. We’re gonna celebrate.”
“Why are you here?”
“You know, damn well why I’m here. This is my spot. So, now ask yourself why you’re here.”
“Because, I’m pathetic.” I say, just as pathetic as I felt.
“No, you ain’t.” He holds up his shot glass. “To graduation and what the future holds.”
I give in. Twenty minutes, and four shots later, we are in the bathroom.
“You gonna come with me?” he asks, as he pulls my skirt up.
“No.”
He pulls down my panties, “Step out, darlin’.”
I do and he pulls them off; then his jeans hit the floor.
He asks, “You ready for a ride?” in that damn drawl, as he rips the condom open and rolls it on quickly.
“No.” I close my eyes. I am being fucking ridiculous.
His fingers run up my seams and he moans. “When things hurt, this always makes it feel better, darlin’. You sure you ain’t ready? You certainly feel it.” He pushes a finger inside me and everything comes alive.
I reach down and stroke him.
“That’s right, girl.” He pins my arms to the wall above my head with one hand.
“Tell me you want a ride,” he hisses against my lips, as he pushes another finger inside my wetness.
“I want a ride.”
In one hard swift move, James is inside me. He lifts me up. “Wrap ‘em around me, darlin’.”
As I wrap my legs around him, I glance at my watch. He sees me and laughs. “You got somewhere to be?”
“Nope,” I say, as my back hits the wall.
“Good answer. Now, hang on.”
He is brutal, which is exactly what I want right now. I want to feel his cock hitting as deep as he can, hard.
After I come, he does, too. I glance at my watch again. Seven minutes, he is up by two minutes.
“Feel better now?” he asks, as he hands me a wad of toilet paper.
“Nope.” I clean myself up, pull my skirt down, toss the toilet paper, and start to walk out of the bathroom.
James grabs my arm, “Bullshit. Nothing feels better than an orgasm, darlin’.”
“Maybe not.” I pull my arm back. “But you didn’t deserve me, again.”
“I just needed more than you. Doesn’t mean I don’t feel it in here,” he hits his chest, “when I fuck up.”
“You have a fucking problem, you know that?”
“Sure do. Just wanted to make sure you knew, it wasn’t you that I had a problem with.”
My hands fly to my hips. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”
“Means, I didn’t enjoy hurting you, okay? Means, I still wish you were under me every day. Means…Hell, give me another shot. Maybe?” He scratches his head, “Come home with me.”
You have got to be kidding me. “Why?”
“I won’t fuck anyone but you. Hell, this summer’s circuit is going to be crazy. I’ll be getting my ass thrown around by bulls.” He smirks. “Tell me you won’t enjoy seeing that.”
“No, I won’t.”
“Cause you’ll be worried about my safety? I promise you can doctor up my wounds after each rodeo. Plus, where else you gonna go?”
“I have friends, a degree, and big things in store.”
“There are jobs on the ranch and some in town. Busy place you know? Not a lot of downtime.”
I huff, “Meaning you won’t be passing the time fucking the neighbor?”

“No, I won’t be.”
“Why, is she ugly?”
“Hideous,” he chuckles.
I try to push past him and he pulls me back. “This is an olive branch, Laney. Take the damn thing. Let’s see where it leads. I said I would try, never done that before. Just. Try.”

Ties of Steel Book 1 is available now

Abe: Four in Hand

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Author bio…

MJ Fields’s love of writing was in full swing by age eight. Together with her cousins, she wrote a newsletter for family members. The newsletter was put back into ‘publication’ in September of 2001 for the entertainment of her cousin on a Navy aircraft carrier in the gulf, (Her cousin is a female Navy
officer and helicopter pilot).

She self-published her first New Adult romance in January 18, 2013. Today, she has completed four self-published series, The Love series, The Wrapped series,
The Burning Souls series, and The Men of Steel series.

Ties of Steel, (the first series spun off of some the Men of Steel series) book 1 ABE is available now.

The Norfolk series, has two titles available now, Irons 1 and Irons 2.

MJ is an Amazon bestselling
author in multiple categories as well as all of Amazon as a whole.

MJ lives in central New York, surrounded by family and friends. Her house is full of pets, friends, and noise ninety percent of the time, and she would
have it no other way.

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Roman Harper is known for being three things:

A talented artist…

A charismatic loner…

And most notably, an unintentional heartbreaker.

Even though he doesn’t mean for women to fall in love with him, Roman Harper has left a string of broken hearts in his wake.  But after a lie tore his world apart eight years ago, Roman doesn’t let anyone get too close to him. Sex is sex and love is…completely out of the question.
Using the past as motivation, Roman pours his heart out onto his canvas.  His heartache inspires some of his best work. And at twenty-eight years old, his art is finally getting the recognition that he’s always desired. But when Roman wakes up on the morning after his successful event with no recollection of who left the cryptic message on his bathroom mirror, everything changes.

“This is an amazing story. It is so different from anything else by Danielle Allen. That is what I love about her. You never know what type of story you will get until you read it. She has a way of holding you captive in the story. You don’t want to put the book down. You devour it and then wish you could have read slower to savor the words written. This book takes you through loss, lies, betrayal, love and forgiveness. It will have you rooting that everything Roman wants comes true and that he doesn’t let his past rule his future.”

— Heather, Carver’s Book Cravings

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“Heartache will just blow your mind! I am just blown away from this book! This book is the type that grabs you right from the start and once you start you can not and will not want to set your kindle down!”

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“Your mind will flip and flop and flip back to who is stalking Roman. You, yourself won’t know who to trust or hate. Danielle Allen does an outstanding job in this suspenseful romance novel. One-click you’ll love it!”

— Michelle Lynn, Author

“I’ve read other books by Danielle Allen, and those were good, but this one… this one had a totally different vibe and hit me in a totally different way. Heartache has blown me away.”

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I am a married event planner and life coach.  My awesome friends and family and my amazing husband make my life sweet.  I love to have fun and enjoy the life I’ve been blessed with.  I love shopping and football with equal fervor.  I’m an amateur movie critic (i.e. my husband and I watch and critique a lot of movies for fun). I love to read and I enjoy sharing my love of books with anyone who will listen. I love music. A good lyric with a good melody can paint a vivid picture and invoke such a range of emotions. I have a soft spot for most mediums of creative, artistic expression.

With degrees in psychology, human services, and marriage and family counseling, I have a unique perspective on life, love and the pursuit of happiness.   As an author, I combine an active imagination and life experiences to create stories that are easily relatable and intentionally intriguing.  I want to offer you a peek into someone else’s life and for you to get lost in their story, their trials, their triumphs.  My ultimate goal is to create a character or a story that stays with you long after you’ve put the book down.

In a nutshell, I am a Romance Novelist, Life Coach, Event Planner, Teacher, Karaoke Singer, and Professional Hugger.

A sexy, swoony romance from New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author Jessie Evans.
Cowboy bikers, fireworks, and romance, oh my…

Wild girl, Mia Sherman, has a secret–she isn’t as fearless as she pretends. Descended from Lonesome Point, Texas’s founding family, Mia grew up hearing tales of an old Irish curse that had followed the Shermans to America. At age twenty-four, Mia is still terrified of the stories, because they aren’t stories. They are a warning about what will happen if Mia allows love and romance into her life. The curse struck Mia’s grandmother and her great-great-whatever grandmother, and Mia knows she could be next. The first-born daughter of every generation is cursed to lose her husband on her wedding night, which is one of the many reasons Mia has sworn off relationships.

Until the fateful day Sawyer Kane rides his Harley into her life…

Rancher turned restoration expert, Sawyer Kane, can’t believe his luck when the feisty owner of the lingerie shop next to his hotel turns out to be the curator of his latest project, a ghost town he’s been sent to restore. He’s looking forward to long, hot days talking history, and hotter nights with Mia, but the redhead with the killer smile seems determined to keep him at a friendly distance. But when a dangerous man from Mia’s past arrives in town, Sawyer finds himself drawn into her inner circle, and into the legend of Lonesome Point itself.

Can true love conquer all, even a centuries-old curse? Mia and Sawyer may be the first to find out.

Look for the entire Lonesome Point series:

LEATHER AND LACE (Book 1)
SADDLES AND SIN (Book 2)
DIAMONDS AND DUST (Book 3)
The 12 Dates of Christmas: A Lonesome Point Holiday Novella
GLITTER AND GRIT (Book 4)
CHAPS AND CHANCE (Book 5)
ROPES AND REVENGE (Book 6)

Fans of Brenda Novak, Lori Wilde, and hot, alpha cowboys will love the Lonesome Point Texas series!

Sawyer searched her face in the glow of the moon, the soft light making her look even sexier than she had in the yellow bulbs strung above the farmer’s market. “I really like you. A lot.”

“I like you, too,” she said, her full lips curving at the edges.

“But I meant what I said before, about not being ready for anything serious.” The words tried to stick in his throat, but Sawyer forced them out. He owed Mia honesty, and he wanted to make damned sure they were on the same page before things went any further. “I want to make sure that’s still okay. I wouldn’t ever want to hurt you.”

Her smiled faded, but her eyes remained soft, unguarded. “You won’t hurt me.” She ambled down the stairs, stopping on the stair above his, putting them face-to-face and their lips inches apart. “I’m fine with a night, or a week, or the summer…however long feels right. And when it stops feeling right, we go our separate ways, no anger, no regrets.” She lifted her arms, twining them around his neck, sending arousal surging through his body. “This is exactly what I need, Sawyer. You are what I need, and I can’t wait to touch you. Everywhere.”

Any hope of resisting vanished as that last word feathered between her tempting lips. Sawyer closed the distance between them, claiming her mouth as his arm wrapped tight around her waist, crushing her body to his. Her breasts flattened against his chest and her body heat caressed him, making his pulse spike and a moan sound low in his throat. He wanted this woman—badly. And he was past ready for them to be alone in a room with a bed, a door, and a lock to keep the rest of the world out.

Sawyer lifted Mia off her feet, carrying her through the shop entrance before kicking the door shut behind them.

“Up the stairs,” she whispered against his mouth. “Bedroom’s up there.”

“You taste fucking amazing.” He hitched her thighs around his waist and took the stairs two at a time. “How can you taste this good after tequila and tacos?”

“How can you lift me like I weigh ten pounds?” she asked, breath rushing out as his fingers dug into the strong muscles of her ass. “God, I love your hands. I couldn’t stop staring at them today.”

“I love your ass,” he said. “And your legs, and your shoulders in that tank top, and the freckles on your nose. I’m a fan of every inch of you.”

“The feeling’s mutual,” she said, thighs tightening around his hips. “Right here. Blue door.”

Sawyer opened the door at the top of the stairs, and moved into the shadowed room. He smelled vanilla and lavender, a feminine scent that was sexy and homey at the same time. He peered over Mia’s shoulder, spotting a bed with ruffles cascading down the sides, and an odd-looking rug warming the hardwood floor beside it, but he didn’t stop to flick on the light to get a better look at Mia’s choice of decor. The moonlight streaming through the window cast enough light to see the heat in her gaze as he laid her down on the bed, and that was all the illumination he needed.

“I want to taste every inch of you,” he said, working open the buttons on his shirt. “Head to toe.”

“No toes,” she said, pulling her tee shirt over her head, revealing a white lace bra a shade lighter than the creamy skin of her breasts. “I’m not a foot girl.”

“You will be when I’m done with you.”

New York Times and USA Today bestselling author, Jessie Evans, gave up a career as an international woman of mystery to write the sexy, contemporary romances she loves to read.

She’s married to the man of her dreams, and together they’re raising a few adorable, mischievous children in a cottage in the jungle. She grew up in rural Arkansas, spending summers running wild, being chewed by chiggers, and now appreciates her home in a chigger-free part of the world even more.

When she’s not writing, Jessie enjoys playing her dulcimer (badly), sewing the worlds ugliest quilts to give to her friends, going for bike rides with her house full of boys, and drifting in and out on the waves, feeling thankful for sun, surf, and lovely people to share them with.

No Denying You

The Danvers Series- Book 5

By Sydney Landon

Synopsis

After Emma Davis’s first week at Danvers International, she’s convinced her boss will drive her crazy…

Being the assistant to uptight workaholic Brant Stone is more than Emma can bear. But in her weaker moments, she can’t help but admit that the sexy control freak can turn her on with an insult more than any man she’s ever met…

So when Emma gains an unexpected advantage, she blackmails Brant into accompanying her to her high school reunion. After all, the enemy she knows is preferable to a blind date arranged by her meddling mother.

But before they realize what’s happening, they are doing more than acting the part…they’re living it. The war that has been raging between them shifts playing fields to the bedroom, as hate turns to lust and then to something so much more…

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Michel’s Review

I absolutely love the Danvers Series by Sydney Landon. It is one of those contemporary series that is highly entertaining, has larger than life characters, and is loaded with passion and sizzling romance. The series revolves around The Danvers Corporation and the people who work for this company. Going to the office is more than pencil pushing, graph making, memo updates, and palm shaking. It is a place where friendships are made and love is found. Opposites are thrown together and forced to deal with one another on a daily basis. They have to find a way to make their work place a successful environment. What they end up finding is that work and play can blend together and become a stronger force.

No Denying You is another fabulous addition to this series. I absolutely LOVED this book!

Emma Davis has been desperately trying to transfer to a different department. Any where that is away from her uptight workaholic boss, Brant Stone. He is a control freak that is frequent with his insults and smart remarks. His expectations drive her crazy. The worst part is that he keeps denying her request to transfer. The two are constantly fighting and bickering. Neither of them can admit that they are physically attracted to each other and that their bickering is really foreplay.

When Emma finds a rather flattering picture of her boss, Mr. December, in a sexy calendar, the blackmail is on. She needs a date to her high school reunion. She is sure that spending their off time together will be the final push that makes him agree to her transfer.

Brant is on board! Emma is in for a great surprise. Brant is not the man she expected.

This book was full of humor. Emma’s mom belongs to a book club that has dubbed themselves as the Smut Loving Wenches. They have decreed that Emma needs a boob job and a little more excitement. They take full advantage of Brant. He is part of their Fifty Shades of Gray meeting.

Hmmm…. I wonder if those Smut Loving Wenches are our dopplegangers.  They sure have our number here at Smut Book Junkie Reviews.  Gotta love those women!

This book is full of all kinds of emotional moments. From personal tragedy to an all consuming passion, Emma and Brant will find a love that cannot be denied.

Sydney Landon is one of the most talented writers I have read. Her characters are well developed and larger than life. Each one has all the qualities we love and hate. The stories are loaded with humor, emotional moments, and extremely passionate love scenes. I find that every time I finish a book in the Danvers series, I want to go back and read all the previous books. I am always counting down the days for the next book in the series. Each and every book is an extraordinary reading experience.

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About Sydney Landon

Sydney Landon lives in Greenville, South Carolina and worked in accounting before beginning writing her first book. Sydney met her own prince charming in 2000 and received the most romantic proposal on a pier in Myrtle Beach, South Carolina, thus creating her eternal love for the city. The fact that her future husband was a fellow computer geek completely sealed the deal for her. She credits him with keeping her calm and rational while also understanding her need for a new pair of shoes every other week. They have two children who keep life interesting and borderline insane, but never boring.
The idea for her first book in the Danvers’ Series popped into her head and refused to go away. She started writing the first story never imagining that it would ever be finished. Three months later it turned into her first book, Weekends Required. Within a few months, it had quickly made the best-seller list on Amazon, and went on to make the New York Times Best Seller List. Barely taking a breath between books, Sydney followed up with the second book in the series, Not Planning on You. Within the first month, this book also became a best-seller. The third book in the series, Fall For Me was released in February 2013 and became a New York Times Best Seller. The fourth book in the series, Fighting For You released in paperback in February 2014. Sydney is currently working on the fifth book in the Danvers’ Series and the second book in the Lucian and Lia Trilogy. When she isn’t writing, Sydney enjoys reading, swimming and being a mini-van driving, soccer mom.

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