by: Measha Stone
Series: Windy City #2
Publication Date: April 12, 2015
Also in this series: Hidden Heart
Genres: Contemporary, Romance
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Synopsis: As a child, Kelly dreamt of having a handsome husband, beautiful children, and a dog playing in the backyard. But life rarely turns out the way you plan, and she fears her clock is ticking. Still on the prowl for the perfect husband, she becomes more bold in her search. A night that starts out like any other, ends up being the one that changes everything. As the owner of a security company, Kendrick McFall takes safety very seriously. His first instinct is to keep Kelly at arms length. However, she isn’t his to command,and she isn’t easily persuaded to stay away from the world in which Kendrick lives. A world that she craves. Taking her under his protection seems to be the only way to keep her safe from the ghosts of his past, and protect her from new threats. Along the way he doesn’t just seek to secure her safety, he wants to secure her heart.
Kendrick took a moment to look past her. The couch
facing the door was littered with papers. A glass of white wine sat abandoned
on the coffee table, and there were several piles of folded clothes sitting on
the loveseat. Her tousled hair and casual sweats gave her a comfortable
spending-the-day-in look, but did not take away from her deep beauty. Her
V-neck shirt dipped between her breasts, giving him a full-access view of her
cleavage. The urge to slide his finger into the opening in?” he asked when she
continued to stare at him.
“Oh! Sure.” She laughed warmly and stepped to the
side. She locked the door behind him and leaned against it.
“So, what’s wrong?” She tilted her head to one
side again. “You have that look in your eye. The same one you had the afternoon
you drove me to the police station.”
“I talked to George this afternoon,” he said by
way of explanation.
She continued to look at him with confusion
lurking in her eyes.
“He said he bumped into you at the deli.”
“Oh, George! Yeah, I saw him.” She pushed away
from the door and went about moving the pile of jeans from the loveseat and
motioning for him to sit.
He remained standing.
“What?” she asked with a hint of annoyance in her
“He said you had an altercation with Ted.” He
found himself folding his arms over his chest and widening his stance. Some
habits never died.
“An altercation?” She laughed. “I ran into him.
Literally. He said some asshole shit, and I said some equally asshole shit,
although with much more wit. I left and bumped into George at the door.”
“He said you told him you were going to call me.”
“Yeah,” she said with more heat, “because I was.
Half an hour from now.” She crossed her own arms over her chest, or rather
under her breasts, pushing them further out toward him.
He forced himself to keep his eyes on her face,
and not travel down to the deliciousness that awaited him below her neck.
“You should have called me right away. Ted is
dangerous.” He took two large strides toward her until he stood toe-to-toe with
“He’s an asshole. If I call you every time I bump
into an asshole in this city, I’ll have to upgrade my cell package.” Her eyes
softened, her hands fell to her sides, and she looked damn kissable. She had a
point. She was bound to cross paths with Ted or any other number of douchebags
in the city on a daily basis.
The idea of Ted or any of them hurting her, even
with words, made the hairs on his neck stiffen in anger. He wanted to protect
her, to veil her from any injury she may ever face from the outside world.
“Okay.” He conceded with a smile. “Then let’s just
focus on one asshole. If you see Ted, you aren’t to speak with him. Even if he
speaks to you, you just walk away and call me. Right away. Not later in the day
or even fifteen minutes later. Right away.” His hands traveled down her arms as
“Fair enough.” She nodded in agreement. “I can’t
promise not to speak to him—”
He pressed his finger to her lips, silencing her.
“I didn’t ask for your promise,” he corrected in a deeper tone, hoping she
grasped the severity of his words. “I told you not to speak with him. You will
do as I say in this, or you will be punished.”
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by: Measha Stone
Series: Windy City #1
Publication Date: September 26, 2014
Synopsis: Jessica Stanley is comfortable in her orderly life as a paralegal at a high end law firm. Having dated her fair share of liars and manipulators, Jessica views men through a pair of thick, cynical lenses. Men are good for one thing in her eyes, and one thing only. Her predictable life is thrown into a whirlwind of new experiences when she meets a dominating man at a casual dinner with friends. Royce Bradford is a man of intent and is used to getting his way. Until he meets Jessica. She is wound tight, and he finds himself yearning to unravel her secrets and her passions. Jessica declares their relationship casual. She’s tempted by his seductive tone and unusually powerful demeanor to give him that much. But for Royce, it’s not enough. He wants more. Except Jessica has built a secret tomb around her heart, and it will take a lot more than sensual play times and verbal commands for him to be allowed entrance. Royce never backs down from his desires. He takes up the challenge to seek out her Hidden Heart.