His to Have
by Devon Birchley
Publication date: June 27th 2017
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance
Fifty
Shades of Grey for the Girls generation.
BLURB
Reagan
There’s a whole bunch of things I
need right now—to feel at home in this big, lonely city. To stop working my ass
off. To find myself a nice, normal guy. One thing I sure as hell don’t need is
Adler Montgomery crashing into my world and telling me what I need.
Cock-sure, tattooed, moneyed, too
sexy for his own good. Not my type, at all. And yet…
When his hand tightens in my
hair, suddenly, all I need is him.
He opens my eyes to a whole new
world, possesses me in every possible way, sets me on fire with his sweet,
filthy words. And then he pushes me away. I know I should run, keep my heart
safe, but that turns out to be the hardest thing of all.
Adler
She thought I was giving her a
line. And that’s probably for the best, because the truth is dangerous.
No-one’s eyes have ever looked so vulnerable, made me want to break all my
rules. They make me chase her when I know I shouldn’t. They make me cruel; they
make me soft. But more than that, they make me feel. And I don’t like that.
I tell myself she’s only a sub,
that I’m helping her to discover her dark side. But the more I listen to her
smart, feisty voice and the more I see she doesn’t take any crap from anyone,
the deeper I fall. I’ve never met anyone like Reagan Lockhart before, but
letting her in could mean ruin for both of us.
—
—
His to Have is a very steamy new
adult romance with a perfect HEA.
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EXCERPT:
“Exquisitely
made,” he says. I spin around and receive my second jolt of the evening. I’m
face to face with a tall, broad-shouldered man…He has golden-brown hair, cut
short at the sides, with a long-top pushed back in a messy quiff, dark,
straight brows, and dark scruff covering a firm jaw. His lips are full, and his
eyes are soulful, golden-brown, and almost puppyish. In short, he looks like he
just walked out of a fashion shoot in Brooklyn, or some equally edgy
neighborhood. I’m holding the crop in both hands, but he’s not looking at
it—he’s running his eyes all over my body without a hint of shame.
“Is
it?” I say, as neutrally as I can.
He
nods. “Very. But the real beauty is in its execution. I’d be happy to show you
how it works.” There’s a flicker of heat between my thighs.
“I—I’m
not into this stuff.” One of those straight, thick eyebrows lifts a smidgen in
tandem with a corner of his mouth.
“Sex?
You’re not into sex?”
“I
mean…” I gesture at the row of whips hanging on hooks along the stall front.
“This. Bondage.”
The
quirk in his lips becomes a full-on smirk. “Bondage is something a little
different. But it could certainly be a precursor to me using a whip on you.”
“Whatever.
It’s not my thing. None of it.”
He
leans in, using his height advantage. “I think it is.” His voice has become a
gravelly purr, like the sound a predatory animal makes when it has its prey in
its sights. And he’s so close that I can smell him—a rich, spicy scent tempered
with expensive cologne. “I can see it in your eyes.”
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Author Info
Devon Birchley writes wild
romances with a dirty twist. Her stories are full of forbidden excitements,
sexy and intimidating men, guilty pleasures and spine-tingling happily ever
afters!
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