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Yielding to Pleasure
Publication Date: 17 June 2015
About the book:
Matteo, a street theta from Brooklyn, NY has kept his neighborhood clear of supernatural criminals for the past five years. Ten years ago, demons killed his father and kidnapped his sister, Bella. Now he's sworn to find his sister and avenge his father.
Gene is now the leader of the rebellion against The Director’s tyranny, recruiting new thetas and struggling with the choices he's forced to make. When Matteo and Anne need his help, he does his best to convince them to become part of his team. But when a former enemy tries to form an alliance, and a trusted friend goes behind his back, his long-term plans begin to collapse.
EXCERPT“C'mon, I'll show you how.”Anne wasn't sure this was a good idea. Matteo had pulled her so close to his body she could feel every lean muscle pressed against her own. His glorious scent melted all her defenses.“That's it. Relax.” He smiled at her.God, that dimple.They moved together, but she was still resisting him. “I lead, you follow,” he insisted.She stopped, pushing him away. “I can’t dance like this. I'm used to...I'm an independent kind of dancer.” She and the rest of the troupe danced during rehearsals and shows, but that was lyrical style movements, not this sexy Latin stuff.“No kidding.” He chuckled, his mouth open and so close to hers, she could almost taste his breath.Anne had been in his tiny apartment for almost an entire week and most of her waking hours had been spent imagining how his kisses would taste, or what his hands would feel like on her bare skin. She'd never had these kinds of fantasies before. In her experience, male attention brought only pain.She should leave. In fact, she should have left two days ago.“Close your eyes, mami.” He brushed his hand in front of her face and she complied. It was easy to trust him.She frowned. “You called me Mommy?”He laughed again. “No chaquita, I said mami.” He spelled it out.“What do all these words of yours mean, anyway?” He swayed to the side, taking her with him. It felt amazing.“Chaquita means young woman or girl.”“And mami?”“It means baby.” His grin was impish.“You talk to me like I'm a child?”“No, no. It's like a guy saying, ‘Baby, you're sexy.’ You are muy sexy, mami. Very sexy.”“Oh.” She could only whisper the word, incapable of saying more.She’d opened her eyes again, but he spread his large hand over them very gently.“Keep them shut. Good.” He’d slid one of his hands down to her hip, so perfect as it rested there. “Now feel how our bodies fit together, how they move together.” He swirled his hips and Anne's followed. Matteo turned gracefully so her back nestled against his front. He pulled her even closer, taking a few steps forward, then back.One of his arms now circled her waist, his hand splayed across her belly, his other hand weaving long fingers with hers.He was so gentle, so careful. Were there really males who treated females as if they were precious? In movies and books maybe, but never for her.
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