Will his one chance at saving her life cost him her love?
Undercover DEA agent Dean Ramirez already has one dead body on his conscience when plus-size beauty Garnet Williams accidentally walks in on a drug deal gone bad. With the two members of the Mexican cartel in the room more than ready to slit the woman’s throat, he has to think fast to save her without blowing his investigation.
Gazing on the woman’s pale, flawless skin, quivering mouth and oh-so-lush curves, inspiration strikes. Until he can spirit her away to witness protection, Ramirez has no choice but to claim her as his own.
This suspense-filled 18,200+ word BBW erotic romance is for readers who love Latin gods, danger and a happily-ever-after you can ride from dusk til dawn.
"I’m supposed to be done with these, little dove." Pulling one out, he lit it and walked over to the window. He drew the drapes aside, opened the window and turned again to look at me.
The sun coming through the window made his skin glow like burnished gold all over. As my gaze sank lower down his body, I realized I was wrong. The burnished gold stopped at the belt line where a fat knob of purplish brown skin, all smooth and swollen, tried to escape his jeans.
He blinked and drew his bottom lip into his mouth. "Don’t look at me, baby girl. Not down there -- not anywhere."
Was he serious? He had me tied to the bed, my breasts uncovered, my panties wedged between my lower lips and he was telling me not to look at him.
"Cover me," I whispered. "Please…"
Frowning, Dino crossed back to the bed, the cigarette hanging loosely between his downturned lips. His hand brushed over my hip and along my lower stomach as he reached for the thin white flat sheet bunched on the mattress next to me. He pinched its edge, his gaze catching and sticking on the pronounced rise and fall of my mound as I heaved and squirmed.
Ash fell from the cigarette’s tip to dust along my panty line. He brushed at it, his fingers lingering at first and then hooking the fabric, tugging until the material tore. His knuckle grazed my cunt hair, his eyes slowly shutting. "You’re still drenched, little dove."
"Cover me, please." My pussy knotted in on itself again, the muscles churning and twisting at the barest whisper of his flesh against mine. "Please, Dino."
It was the first time I’d said his name and it didn’t go unnoticed. He looked at me, his expression clouding. "Don't call me that."
My lips parted, the question of what I should call him rising up, but he shook his head. "Don’t call me anything. I’m no one to you."
Already, I knew that wasn’t true and never would be. Even if I escaped this house alive, I would remember him for the rest of my life.
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Published January 5, 2013
Romance, Erotica, Literature & Fiction.