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ISBN Print: 978-1-5092-1986-5
ISBN Digital: 978-1-5092-1985-8
Page Count: 226
Word Count: 55937
Love Strictly Tested Book One
I have it all...until he shows me more.
I didn’t intentionally spill wine all over the most beautiful guy in the room, and one look at those icy-blue eyes brings on a major lapse in coherent speech. Jordan Caldera tells me his secret and wants me to join him. This is where my journey into submission begins.
So much about BDSM freaks me out, but at the same time, I can’t help but be intrigued. When I imagine Jordan doing those things to me, I can’t resist the adventure. Mind-blowing sex aside, my life is changing at an alarming rate and getting very complicated. Between balancing my career and my best friend's concerns, the secrets I'm keeping are killing me.
What am I willing to risk for the new lifestyle I've embraced...and the man I love?
Learning the ropes isn’t easy...
“Oh my gosh,” I squealed. My hand barely covered the gaping hole my mouth formed. “I am so sorry.”
The massive red wine stain all over the front of a pure white shirt on a rock hard chest glared like a traffic light. As my gaze traveled up and up, his face, in addition to being a visual perfection, appeared rather amused. Well, at least that’s what I deducted while devouring those ice blue eyes which complemented the thick rich brown hair which was a little too long for a guy in a fancy suit. Chocolate lava cake at its best. All I wanted to do was to swirl whipped cream all over this sinful dessert of a man.
“Here, let me get some club soda and towels.” I wanted to make a quick retreat to find a way to repair the damage to his shirt as well as my embarrassment.
“No. Don’t worry. It’s all right.” He regarded the stain and then me. “You could have just introduced yourself instead of ruining my shirt.”
“Well. I do like to make an impression.” His genuine smile made me relax and I felt too warm all over. “Really, though, let me pay for the cleaning.”
“It’s just a shirt.” He crossed his arms over his chest. “I’m still waiting.”
“For…” I was confused, befuddled, and hopelessly embarrassed.
Wow. He was serious about knowing who I was. “I’m Emma Samuelson.” I couldn’t decide whether to extend my hand, kneel at his expensive Italian shoes, or just bat my eyes to flirt.
I’m a terrible flirt, and by terrible I mean, I do it often, but not all that well, and kneeling would draw attention. So, I extended my sweaty hand.
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