Saturday, 2 July 2016

My Sexy Boss ~ @MySexySaturday #MySexySaturday #MySexyAuthors #Saturday7 #MSS148

Welcome to MY SEXY SATURDAY, this week we're all about sexy bosses! In my new release CUFFED, journalist Roxie Diamond has not one but two guys in charge of her for the night. Here's the details about this erotic, hot cop, romantic suspense.

All journalist Roxie Diamond wants is the chance to ride with the London night patrol. Reporting on women who sell their bodies to survive is her latest assignment, and she’s on the case. Trouble is, the two hot cops she’s partnered with couldn’t be more different. Officer Rudy is displeased to have a tag-along, but he can brood all he likes while she admires his partner’s cute ass and broad shoulders.

Roxie doesn’t count on getting involved in a human trafficking case. Before she knows it she’s snatched, interrogated, and her world is turned upside down. Her sullen cop takes her safety seriously, but how can he protect her if they’re handcuffed together and locked in an abandoned warehouse?

Spending an evening skin to skin with Officer Rudy has Roxie thinking about all sorts of things. Just how close is he to his partner? Will the anger in his eyes turn to desire if she confesses her lust? And can they really do that, while in such a dangerous predicament?

She needed to sit for a few minutes before she figured out an escape plan.
Dragging her arms behind herself, she noticed a dead weight about her right wrist and there was something cold circling it.
She rolled to her side, not appreciating how near the edge of the bed she was, and toppled to the floor.
Except she didn’t land on the floor. She landed on a body, a person.
The air huffed from her as their chests connected hard. “What the fuck...” he grunted.
She stared down at the face she’d craved to see rushing to her rescue.
“Oh my God, are you okay?” she asked.
He was sporting a large purple and black bruise beneath his right eye and there was a gash in the center of the bruise.
“Better weren’t...on me.” He gasped for breath and shifted.
“Sorry, sorry.” She rolled to the side. It was then she realized what the dead weight around her wrist was.
They’d been handcuffed together.
“Oh, shit,” she muttered, looking at the shiny silver hoop that went around her wrist and was connected by a slim chain to the shackle around his.
He raised his head and followed her line of sight. “Great,” he muttered. “Fucking perfect.”

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