Giveaway and Except from Cynthia Sax’s Sinful Rewards 9

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Sinful Rewards 9 by Cynthia Sax  

Avon Impulse / ISBN: 9780062354266

On Sale March 17th, 2015

No longer torn between the billionaire and the biker, Bee has claimed her man, branding his skin with her scent, his soul with her care. He’s her ideal choice, building passion within her she didn’t know existed, supporting her dreams, and willing to do anything for her.

But is she the ideal choice for him?

An early-morning surprise attack and the arrival of a beautiful, witty, and regrettably nice rival make Bee question her decision. Does she step aside, forgoing her forever to ensure her man’s survival, or does she risk his life and her heart on love?
Releases: March 17th

BUY LINKS: Amazon / Barnes & Noble /Sinful Rewards 9

Author Bio

CYNTHIA SAX lives in a world filled with magic and romance. Although her heroes may not always say “I love you,” they will do anything for the women they adore. They live passionately. They play hard. They love the same women forever.

Cynthia has loved the same wonderful man forever. Her supportive hubby offers himself up to the joys and pains of research, while they travel the world together, meeting fascinating people and finding inspiration in exotic places such as Istanbul, Bali, and Chicago.

Please visit her on the web at www.CynthiaSax.com.

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Sinful Rewards 9 by Cynthia Sax

Avon Impulse / ISBN: 9780062354266

On Sale March 17th, 2015

Sinful Rewards 9 - Cover

R Rated Excerpt #2

“You’ll be safe in the building,” he assures me, not realizing it’s his safety I’m concerned about.

“I know.” I link my fingers with his. His palms are huge, his tanned skin marked with silver scars and calluses. My hands are smaller, slender, pale, and soft. “I still want to look at the footage.” I walk with Hawke toward the door. He shortens his stride to match mine. “I realize I’m not part of your team, but I want to help you.” I need to do something to protect him or I’ll go insane.

“I’d appreciate that help.” Hawke gazes down at me. “Being part of my team implies you report to me, sweetheart.” His eyes glow with emotion. “You don’t.” He brushes a strand of hair behind my right ear, grazing my cheek with his rough fingertips, sending delicious tremors over me. “You’re my partner.”

Oh, God, he knows what I long to hear. “Come here, partner.” I grasp his shoulders, trying to lower his lips to a kissable level.

Hawke dips his head and captures my mouth. I part my lips, eager to taste him, touch him, and he slides his tongue along mine. I suck, pulling on the tip, taking him inside me. He groans and grips my hips, drawing my curves into his muscle, flattening my breasts against his chest.

When we kiss, caress, mesh together, the rest of the world disappears. I fit as I’ve never fit before, merging with him, belonging, perfect and right. Hawke’s stubble grazes my chin, heating me down to my damaged toe. His fingers span across my lower back, his hold on me protective and sure.

I swivel against him, dragging my taut nipples over his pecs, grinding my mons against the hard ridge in his jeans. My panties are soaked, my scent flavoring the air, exciting me, but we can’t fuck, not now. He has work to complete, people to protect, and I have decisions to make.

I break our kiss, panting, hot and horny, my lips throbbing. “You should go.” My voice is sensuous, my tones belonging to an erotic goddess, a sexual pervert who knows how wild she’s made her man.

Hawke’s eyes are brilliant blue with desire. “You should come.” He glides his lips over mine, a light, tempting tease, maintaining the simmer inside me. “Touch yourself while I’m gone.”

“Hmmm . . .” I hum, drifting my fingertips over his chest. “If you insist.” I open the door, hanging on to the frame, looking up at him with a small smile on my face.

“I do.” He kisses me one more time and stalks away, his shoulders broad, his hips narrow, his gait long and smooth. I watch him move with a mixture of appreciation and dread, realizing I should say good-bye, let him go, yet not knowing if I’m strong enough to do this.

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