Wednesday, February 11, 2015

A Beautiful Nightmare is now live

Beautiful Nightmare
Knights of Red Horse 2
by Bella Juarez
a Contemporary Erotic Romance
from Decadent's 1 Night Stand line
*Can be read as a Stand-alone*
Aaron Rosencrantz’s architectural firm is thriving—thanks to his brilliant and tough-as-nails COO, Natasha Rodriguez. But every day, they deny the powerful attraction raging between them. Corporate meetings and contracts rule their lives—not to mention a string of promises and commitments made to family. However, all bets are off when he catches a sexy glimpse of her desire for him. His hopes soar…only to be dashed by a horrible misunderstanding. So when mysterious and renowned Madame Eve sets up these two powerful personalities to come together at the Las Vegas Carnivore Club, which one will bend?

They reached their destination, and his escort opened the door to the suite. When he stepped inside, his heart jumped into his throat when he came face to face with Tasha. She’d been taken just as off guard as he’d been and her lovely astonished face reflected a very unwelcomed surprise. Before he could think, he heard himself raising his voice and roaring at her.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” This woman made him irrational. He completely lost his composure and stalked to where she stood, grabbed her arms, and shook her. “I asked you a fucking question! Answer me!”

Watching her transform, he felt her angry heat but, being past rational thought, was not prepared for her response when she jerked herself free. He felt the sting of her hand connecting with his cheek before he realized she’d moved. The force behind the slap startled him.

“What the fuck are you doing here? And how in hell did you get into this room?” she asked in a controlled, demanding growl.

“I’m meeting someone here and planning on telling them to fuck off. For you. But I can’t see telling a woman who actually wants me to fuck off for one who doesn’t,” he countered.

Instantly, her expression changed and she didn’t seem so controlled anymore.

“Let me see it.” She held out her hand.

“See what?”

“Don’t play games with me. You’re not that fucking good at it. If you really belong here, hand it to me.” She shook her outstretched hand.

He suddenly understood what she meant. He took out the broken half of a mitzvah he’d sent the woman he’d be meeting. On Monday, he’d had it made, broken, and sent half to the service to give to his date as a token of his sincerity. The small plate was meant to be a signal to her signifying she’d been his intended and a romantic gesture to demonstrate his commitment. After his tryst with Tasha on Tuesday, he’d forgotten all about it. He watched in astonishment when she dug into her jacket pocket and took out a small silver plate engraved in Hebrew with a verse from Song of Solomon. I am my beloved’s, and my beloved is mine.

When she pieced the two halves together, her hands shook, and he couldn’t help but shiver, too. He reeled at the implications of this meeting. How could this happen? Of all the women in the world who would respond to the demands of his one-night stand, how the hell did he draw her? He didn’t care anymore. Nothing in the cosmos could separate them. There were things she had to agree to in order to meet him here. Understanding her the way he did, he found it hard to believe she’d do some of the things he’d necessitated easily.

“There are stipulations in our arrangement which aren’t negotiable. Are you prepared to accept them? All of them?” he asked.

Tasha closed her hand around the delicate silver plates and slipped them into her jacket pocket then met his gaze. She stepped closer to him. He had to stop himself from taking a step away from her when her eyes narrowed. He’d seen her dangerous expression just before she went in for the kill on a deal. How many times had her tigress expression turn him on? She grabbed his throat and clamped down. The firm grip took him by surprise. To his astonishment, a tremor of excitement ran through him when she clenched harder. Maliciousness crept over her and her lips thinned, sending a tingle down his spine.

“You forget who you’re talking to. I’m the one you send out to do the dirty work for your company, remember? Everything is negotiable, and you’ll learn what I will or will not accept. If you don’t, be prepared to suffer the consequences…pet.

Hanging by a Moment
Knights of Red Horse book 1
Widower and Air Force reservist, Tom Ryan fills the empty spaces in his life by building dream homes for others. When he’s invited to a client’s party, he meets the owner’s sister-in-law, a tempestuous artist, and discovers that maybe there is a wrong time to meet the right person…

Free-spirited Emily Sanchez is known for pushing the envelope in art, but meeting dependable, and down-to-earth Tom challenges her. The man has submissive written all over him, and she thinks she might be just the woman to peel back the layers and release the brilliant passion inside.

But when they are paired by Madame Eve, Tom turns the tables on Emily, because he’s always been curious about the lifestyle and if the chaotic artist is willing to surrender, they may discover their deepest desire…

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