Don’t Hold Back
by Renee Dominick
Publication Date: May 14, 2018
Publisher: Entangled Scorched
Genres: Adult, Erotic, Contemporary, Romance

The Book Junkie Reads . . . Review of . . . DON'T HOLD BACK . . . was a sexy hot erotic little get away. Jenna had a plan and that was all it was to it. Rob wanted to have that bit of freedom away for his stringent job demands. Together they were just what the other needed most. This was one wedding neither of them were going to forget. Don't Hold Back was the steamy little lunch break read that took the mid-workday load off and allowed more pleasant thangs to settle in.

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There’s only one man for wild child Jenna McCaffrey—her best friend’s sexy grouch of a brother. For years, she’s wanted to get her hungry hands on the straight-laced professor and break his careful control. She’d come so close once… But now, her friend’s wedding party ranch getaway is the perfect opportunity for a do-over. And poor Rob won’t know what hit him.

Professor Rob Lindgren is close to attaining his final dream—tenure. Unfortunately, the university’s morality clause is making his life hell. He’s dying to let loose, and a weekend away from home is just what he needs…until he sees Jenna. She’s exactly as he remembers—still brash, still bold, still damn near irresistible. And Rob is tired of fighting…

Too bad they can only have one wicked weekend together. No way will Jenna’s wild ways ever fit in Rob’s perfectly planned life…

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EXCERPT

Rob answered her knock with a toothbrush in his hand like a weapon. “Jenna.” How did he do that, pack so much frustration into one word?

He had undressed part way, leaving his undershirt half-untucked, his slacks unbuttoned, and his belt hanging loose in the loops. She had no right to the relief she felt, but she was happy for it anyway.

“Cookie?” she asked. It only then occurred to her that just because he wasn’t in her cabin, that didn’t mean he wouldn’t have someone in his room. She leaned a bit to the left.

He tossed away his toothbrush—she heard the faint clatter of it landing on a hard surface—took the cookies from her hand and set them somewhere, then flicked the security latch out so it would block the door from locking. Then he stepped into the hall, cutting off her view inside. “What are you doing here?”

She tried to read him, but the stern façade thwarted her this time. “Do you have company?”

“Would it matter if I did?” Without her quite being aware of it, he’d backed her across the hall. Something rebellious stirred inside her when her heels hit the baseboard. In some sort of Pavlovian response, she raised her hands to his chest.

“Yes, as a matter of fact, it would. I have a favor to ask.”

Rob braced his hand on the wall beside her head, and the sleeve of his T-shirt rode over his bicep. Between that and the outline of his pecs under her fingers, Jenna thought he really was more fit than a professor should be. He would be totally distracting in class.

An overwhelming urge hummed inside her. To explore every plane, every groove, every point and line and hollow of his body.

“What kind of favor?” he asked, his voice soft, drawing her attention completely. He pressed his forehead to hers, his lips close enough she could reach them if she dared.

“My cabin-mates made an agreement,” she said quietly. “If the Do Not Disturb sign is on the door…” She waved her hand in circles. “You know.”

“Yeah. I know.”

“Well, it’s up, so I need a place to wait.”

“You know that’s a terrible idea.”

“Why? I promised you I’d behave.”

He brushed the long front pieces of her hair back and gave himself access to her ear. “What if I don’t want you to behave?”

It was a good thing he had her backed against the wall. His voice was pure, gravelly distress, and heat poured off him, filled with intoxicating chemicals her body detected, even if her conscious senses couldn’t. She felt their effect in her breasts and between her legs and in the instability of her knees. “I guess you’ll have to decide.”

Renee Dominick is the spicy alter ego of a Seattle-area writer. She loves the energy of a vibrant, big city, and adores everything about Italy (except maybe squid ink). Besides writing, she gets her thrills skiing, especially at Whistler, and walking down forested roads hoping to encounter local wildlife–black bears excluded.

Her travels, real and imagined, inspire all of her stories.