NEW RELEASE: Covet by Rosanna Leo #amreading #romance @cravepub

35387774_1722079734584892_6619466835693666304_nCrave author Rosanna Leo stopped by to give us an excerpt and an in depth look at her new release, Covet.

A review of Covet By Rosanna Leo

I’ve been asked by the good folks at Crave Publishing to do a different sort of book feature. In short, I’ve been asked to review my own book, Covet, Vegas Sins 2. Of course, this won’t be the sort of review in which I give myself a star rating or tell you how fabulous my book is. Actually, this is meant to be more of a deep dive into the story.

I suppose I should start at the beginning. Covet was actually a book I never intended to write. You see, when I first penned Vice, book 1 of this series, I envisioned it as a standalone romance. However, Jennifer O’Neill and Lori Whitwam of Crave Publishing kindly suggested I consider expanding it into a series. I was so honoured by their suggestion that I began work right away. At the end of Vice, I resolved the romance between earlier characters Kate and Liam but there was definitely some wiggle room to continue the story of my fictional casino hotel and the people who work there.

I knew right away my hero would be Alex Markov, the man we get a peek at in Vice, but I wasn’t sure about who his heroine would be. It wasn’t long before I met my heroine Dana Hamill. She appeared to me out of the blue, as these characters often do.

In every book I write, I try very hard to come up with a fresh angle or conflict. I also try to tackle topics I’ve never tackled before. This time around, I decided to address the subject of infertility.

Why? Because I don’t think we see it often enough in romance. Very often, when a fictional couple falls in love, we hear about their plans for marriage and children. However, there are alternate endings out there. Not everyone has kids. Not everyone can. And there are plenty of people who choose not to. I really wanted this story to speak to them and to the readers who wish to read about them.

Heroine Dana learns she cannot bear children at the start of the story (no spoilers, I promise.) The knowledge throws her world into turmoil, especially regarding her fiancé Tommy. She is a proud, successful woman who knows her own worth and yet she has to grapple with unexpected emotions when the man she loves rejects her. In many ways, this is Dana’s story, her journey to acceptance and peace.

Along the way, she meets hero Alex. What begins as a steamy, surprise hookup with a handsome stranger ends up turning into a months’ long obsession for both of them. Alex is grieving and suffering from a secret shame and is definitely not looking for a new romance. But life has a way of surprising us.

How can I break Covet down for you? It’s an emotional ride. You may cry a few tears but I hope I leave you feeling all the love between these two characters as well. This book is about hope and acceptance and forgiveness, and I hope you enjoy it.


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“Ms. Hamill?”

“I’m sorry. What were you saying?”

“Just that we do work closely with a number of the other hotels on the Strip. It’s a busy teaserweek in town, but I’ve heard there might be openings at the Flamingo and Excalibur. I would be happy to see if we can find you something at one of those properties.”

Okay. The time for calm was officially over. “Excalibur, huh? We booked Vice, the most sophisticated hotel on the Strip, and you want to send me to a place that has a fire-breathing dragon in the lobby?” Dana checked the clerk’s name tag. “I’m sorry, Cecilia. That just won’t do.”

“But we have no rooms.”

“Check again. I bet if you try really hard, you’ll find a couple.”

“You don’t understand—”

“Oh, I understand, believe me. Did I mention I work for the Las Vegas Convention and Visitors Association? I’ve spent the last few years bringing major conventions to the Strip. I have worked with every hotel and have sent a great deal of revenue in Liam Doyle’s direction.”

“Mr. Doyle no longer owns Vice. Mr. Markov is the new owner.”

Dana’s frustration erupted in a crazed laugh. “You’re missing the point, Cecilia! I’m trying to tell you I have done this before. Now I’m not blaming you. Let’s say, for the sake of argument, someone else mislaid my reservation. Mistakes happen. Systems go down. I get it. I’m just asking you to fix it. Maybe you could bump someone else and send them to Excalibur.”

“Ms. Hamill.”

“Look, we’re wasting time here. I want to speak to a manager.”

“I’m sure my manager would be happy to talk to you but she’s in a meeting.”

“Great.” Dana’s voice cracked. “Please. I don’t like causing scenes. I’ve had…a lot on my plate lately. Woman to woman, help me out here.”

A deep voice sounded over Dana’s shoulder. “Maybe I can help.”

Dana froze.

That voice.

The last time Dana heard a voice like that, it was cursing softly in her ear as its owner fucked her into oblivion.

Help me, Jesus.

She turned, degree by degree. It couldn’t be.

And yet, everything she remembered was there. The cat eyes, the sun-kissed hair, the long, hot body.

This Alex looked different, though. The stubbled, jeans-clad creature from Joe’s was gone. He’d been replaced by a man who held himself with an easy authority. Dressed in an expensive grey suit, he looked as if he’d be just as much at home on a catwalk as in a casino. His short hair shimmered under the hotel lights, a deep golden color that would make most trophy wives salivate. His lips compressed as he took in the shock on her face.

Various emotions flickered in his pale eyes. Disbelief, concern, even anger. She understood them all and would have felt them too.

It was the last emotion that caused her heart to sink.

Indifference. The Alex from her fantasies now looked at her with indifference.

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Craving One Night Excerpt: Al Dente by Rosanna Leo #amreading #romance

Pageflex Persona [document: PRS0000447_00006]The authors of Craving One Night will be stopping by this week to bring you more about their stories featured in this anthology.

Let’s start by getting to know Rosanna Leo a little better…

Rapid Fire Interview with Rosanna Leo:

Tea or coffee?  Coffee! Can’t live without it.

Paperback/Hardcover or ebook? Ebook. I used to swear by print books but ebooks are so much friendlier for my eyes.

Vampire or shifter? I’m a greedy girl. Both!

Cop or fireman?  Hmm. Tough choice but I’ll say firefighter.

Snow or sunny skies?  Sunny skies, especially if I’m on a Mexican beach.

Beach or mountain ski resort?  LOL. Beach!

Coke or Pepsi? Neither. I don’t drink pop anymore.

HEA or a more realistic ending?  HEA…a must!

Chick flick or action movie?  Actually, I’d prefer a moody period piece.

City or country?  Country.

More beautiful: Sunset or sunrise?  There is something very tranquil about early morning, so I’ll say sunrise.

Car or plane?  Plane.

iPhone or Android? Android.

Mac or PC?  PC.

Kindle or Nook?  Neither for me. I use a tablet.

Listen to audiobook or read?  Read.

Ocean/Lake or pool?  Ocean. No lakes, please. There are squishy things in lakes.

Eggs or pancakes?  Pancakes, especially maple walnut pancakes.

Shower or bath?  Bath.

Cable or satellite?  Cable.

Handwrite or type?  Type.

Introvert or extrovert?  I’m a bit of both. I’m not shy but I’m not totally out there either.

Morning person or night owl?  Morning.

Camping or luxury hotel?  Luxury hotel.

Passion Flix or Hallmark?  I haven’t had a chance to check out either, unfortunately.

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Excerpt for Al Dente by Rosanna LeoAl Dente teaser Rosanna Leo

“You must be Ruby.” A tall woman in stilettos approached, her hand extended. “I’m Jennifer Nielson, Chef Matteo’s manager. Congratulations on winning the contest.”

Ruby didn’t see the chef. Perhaps he was in back. “Thanks. I was very excited when I got the news.”

“You beat out hundreds of contestants. Is, um, your partner joining us soon?”

“No. I’m on my own tonight. My partner just became my ex-partner.”

“How dreadful. His loss, I’m sure. You’ll have Matteo all to yourself, then.”

Ruby cleared her throat. “Awesome. I’m his biggest fan.” She popped a breath mint into her mouth.

Jennifer’s smile said Aren’t you adorable? No doubt every woman said she was his biggest fan. “He’s just in the kitchen. Would you like to meet him?”

Ruby nodded, worried any words from her lips might emerge as a frenzied scream.

His manager led her through a swinging door into the kitchen. The chef stood at a counter, dressed in his pristine uniform, black pants and a white double-breasted jacket with cloth knot buttons. His severe outfit did nothing to disguise the strong, lean body underneath. His cuffed sleeves allowed her to glimpse toned forearms. There wasn’t even a hint of a beer belly under his jacket. She wasn’t surprised he was in good shape. He often showcased healthy options in his recipes.

What did surprise her was his height. He’d always appeared tall on TV, but she assumed it was because everyone looked larger than life on screen. Rinaldi easily stood over six feet tall.

When he turned to her, Ruby held her breath. Dazzled by his dark brown eyes, thick hair, and brilliant smile, she had to remind herself to breathe.

In the pages of his cookbooks, he was gorgeous. Up close, he was as delicious as his Deconstructed Italian Rum Cake.

He extended his hand before Jennifer could do the introductions. “Matteo Rinaldi.” Because of his accent, his rolled “R” sounded more like the purr of a Ferrari. “I’m pleased to meet you.”

“Ruby.” Did her voice always sound so high? “Ruby Zhang.” When she touched his hand, warmth spread across her chest.

Whoa. That smile. She’d seen it a hundred times before, but it had never been aimed directly at her. Perhaps it was just the rawness of her breakup that made Chef Matteo so appealing. Then again, it might also have something to do with the way those brown eyes assessed her. Appreciation shone there, clear as day.

Shut the front door. Is he checking me out?

His gaze dipped, ever so slightly toward her blouse buttons.

No way.

“Zhang. Is that Korean?”

“No, but I get that a lot. It’s actually Chinese. My parents were born in China, but I was born in Canada. I’m a Toronto girl, through and through. Go, Blue Jays.” Oh, my God, you’re rambling.

“Well, Ruby who was born in Canada, I’m glad you entered our contest.” The chef chuckled.

“I’m glad I won.” She laughed like a lunatic. Quickly, she covered her mouth.

His smile only grew wider. “I think we’re going to have fun tonight.”

“If it’s all right with you, Matteo,” said Jennifer, “I’m going to do some work in the office here. Unless, of course, you need my help in any way.”

“No, grazie, Jennifer. I know my way around a kitchen.”

“Indeed you do.” She turned to Ruby. “Have a lovely private class. You’re learning from the best, darling.” With a wave, Jennifer headed down the hall to an office at the back of the restaurant.

She was alone with Matteo Rinaldi.

He put his hands on his hips. “Here we are on Valentine’s Day. I appreciate you coming. I much prefer to spend the occasion with a beautiful woman.”

Ruby sucked so hard on her breath mint, she almost swallowed it. “Thank you. I’m a bit nervous. I work in the industry, but I’ve never assisted a chef in the kitchen before.”

“Really? What do you do?”

“I’m a food blogger.”

“Ah, a critic then,” he teased in his accented, but perfect English.

“No, more of an enthusiast. And I love your recipes. I’ve seen all your specials.”

He touched his heart. “Grazie. That means a lot to me. I hope you like the menu I’ve chosen. We’ll begin with pomodori ripieni. Our pasta will be linguine al nero di sepia and we’ll finish with zabaione alla frutta.”

“Mmm. Stuffed tomatoes, squid ink linguine, and zagablione with fruit.” He’d chosen fun foods that wouldn’t require hours of work, but that still offered enough of a challenge to those who understood the basics of cooking. “Sounds perfect.”

“You know Italian?”

“Only the words that deal with food. I’ve read your books cover to cover.”

“Then I have an expert on my hands. I will have to be on my best behavior.”

“I promise you, Chef, I’m an amateur. I’ll still need you to tell me exactly what to do.”

“I look forward to it.” Brown eyes darkened to black. “But perhaps we should cook something first, eh?”

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#TBRThursday #Excerpt VICE by Rosanna Leo #amreading #romance #Goodreads

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Excerpt for Vice, Vegas Sins 1 by Rosanna Leo

“You,” she said on a breath.

“Me.” His enticing blue eyes traveled up and down the length of her, one eyebrow raised in frank admiration. “You obviously didn’t do your homework.”

Outrage surged through her system. “Why didn’t you tell me who you were yesterday? Why did you let me embarrass myself like that?”

The smirk disappeared, to be replaced by a mild expression of boredom. “There’s no need to be embarrassed. I always try to size up the competition.”

Doyle walked toward her, his large hand extended. The light in his eyes now hinted not so much at merriment as it did danger. She caught a whiff of her favorite men’s cologne by Michael Kors. She’d bought it for an old boyfriend once, but it smelled way better on Liam, as if it were an extension of his persona.

His entire ensemble, designer suit, pressed pants, and navy blue paisley tie, reeked of power and privilege that drew her like a moth to a flame. Damn, she’d always been a sucker for a man in a good suit. Get a hold of yourself, Kate. He’s hot, but so is the Devil.

He kept his hand out. “Please allow me to introduce myself properly. I’m Liam Doyle.” His gaze drifted toward her neckline and back up again. “I think you’ve heard of me.”

Wishing she didn’t have to, she took his hand. Electricity shot through her and that damned perspiration appeared on her upper lip again. His grip was that of a man who took what he wanted, when he wanted.

She held her head high. “Kate Callender.”

He held her hand for a moment, his gaze locked on hers. He then gestured toward the counter, where a teak tray was laden with biscuits and what smelled like expensive coffee. No Folgers crystals for this guy. “Coffee?”

“No, thank you.”



“So we’re done with the niceties, then?”

“I didn’t come here for niceties.”

“Then you’ve come to the right place.” Liam sat on one of the couches, motioning for her to do the same. She continued to stand. Something in his wolf-like gaze hardened even further. “Ms. Callender, why are you picketing my casino?”

His direct question set her even more on edge. She cleared her throat. “I have a right to protest what I see as wrong.”

His grim smile might have made a grown man sweat, but she didn’t look away. “Let me put this another way. Las Vegas is home to numerous casinos. Why mine?”

“If I’m trying to make a point, it only stands to reason I’d pick the most popular casino. I suppose I should congratulate you. Only open for two days, and Vice is already a hit. You must be so proud.”

“Yes. Despite having my grand opening spoiled.”

“Oh.” She inclined her head in mock sympathy. “I’m so not sorry.”

He peered at her, narrowing his eyes. “Are you a Bible-thumper?”


“Campaigning politician?

Despite her unease, she laughed. “Do I look like Hilary Clinton?”

He looked her up and down, as if her vocation were scrawled somewhere on her and he simply needed to find it. “Aspiring actress? This is probably a publicity stunt to get you viral on YouTube? Trying to get an audition here as a showgirl? Sorry, I don’t use them. The whole concept is dated and demeaning to my female clientele.”

Okay, he got some points for that statement. “I’m not a dancer. I’m a singer.”

It was his turn to laugh. Despite the bitter tone, his deep timber called to her. “Same difference.” He stood. “I’m not auditioning you, Ms. Callender, as fun as it would be to get you on the casting couch.” And there he lost those points again. “Have a nice day.”

“Wait! I’m not trying to get an audition. You need to listen to me.” In a nervous reaction, she fingered the pearl choker at her neck, the one thing she had left of her mother. The one thing her father hadn’t pawned.

Doyle turned back to her, one brow raised. “No, I don’t.” He eyed how she gripped her choker. “So you can take your fake pearl necklace and your sneakers and your attitude and go home.”

Her attitude? “No. You let me up here. I’m not leaving until you hear me out.” She let go of the choker and let her hands fall to her sides. “And my pearls aren’t fake.”

“Why are you here, Ms. Callender? Did you lose money at one of my casinos on your last night out with the girls?”

She didn’t want to dignify that with a response, but a smug statement like that couldn’t go unchallenged. “I’m not a gambler.”

He leaned against the armrest of the cushy couch and surveyed her through hooded eyes. “Ah, and now we come to the crux of the matter. So, you’re a do-gooder. Let me guess. Gam-Anon?”

“New Horizons.”

“Never heard of them.”

“That doesn’t mean we don’t exist. And unfortunately, there are lots of us. Far too many. What does that tell you, Mr. Doyle?”

Liam’s lips twitched into a smile that appeared slightly more friendly than his poker face, as if he enjoyed their banter. He loosened his tie, but his focused gaze continued to grate on her nerves. She stared at the strip of indigo silk at his throat, and was struck by a bizarre and unbidden image. Her, on his bed. Her hands bound with his expensive tie.

The strange pounding in her head must have been her racing heart. Where did that come from? Focus, Kate, focus.

“I’m not just here because it’s something I believe in. I’m here because my group gets bigger every goddamn week,” she said, concentrating on the task at hand, rather than Liam Doyle’s bed. Lisa’s sad face appeared in her mind, as well as those of her children, the ones who’d spent the last two nights crying for their daddy. Kate blinked away the tears which threatened and aimed her burning gaze at Doyle. “I don’t respect your work, Mr. Doyle. And I don’t respect you.”

From the furrow of his brow, Kate thought she’d struck a nerve. His tanned skin seemed paler. After a moment, he said, “So you’re trying to take down my casino with a one-woman picket line? No offense, but I’ve seen better protests at a garage sale.”

“I’m trying to create awareness.” Kate stood, having already had enough of their uncomfortable conversation. “I’m not a fool. My intention is not to shut down Las Vegas, or your casino. That’ll never happen. But if I can make a small dent in the wallet of the Strip’s wealthiest hustler during his opening week, then maybe people will take notice. Have you never thought about the addictions riding your customers? Have you ever spent time chatting with the compulsive gamblers downstairs? Because I bet you’d hear a lot of stories. And believe me, the worst ones are the ones they don’t tell.” She paused for breath. “My friend’s husband is probably down there right now, feeding your slot machines instead of his kids.”

“Hold on. Don’t pin that on me.”

“Oh? Who do I pin it on?”

“Look, if you want a donation, I already make plenty. Believe me, I make regular donations to people like Gam-Anon. You know, legitimate charities.”

“I’m not here for money, but clearly you are.” The words spilled out of her, kick-started by adrenaline. “You’re a wealthy man. Did you have to open casinos? Were they such a passion for you?

Couldn’t you have opened, I don’t know, a supermarket chain instead? Or was that not sexy enough for the great Liam Doyle?”

His lips compressed. Had her comment hit home? Good.

“You have no right…”

“I have every right.” Her face was burning now. “If I can save even a few lost souls from places like this, then I’ll sleep a whole lot easier.”

She had to get out before she started crying. She wanted to leave with her head held high. Leave him thinking. She turned and headed for the elevator, but he grabbed her hand before she could get away.


Kate yanked her hand out of his grip. “How do you even sleep, Mr. Doyle?”

His eyes bored into her. “Like a rock. But that crown of thorns must keep you up at night.”

She tried to appear like she was still in control, but that had hurt. “You just keep telling yourself that.”

Kate marched to the elevator and punched the button. As the door opened, she threw a look back at him.

“By the way, I will be back. I’ll show you how many lives have been devastated by your casinos.” She walked into the lift, even though she felt like running. She didn’t look back.

Liam called out to her. “Watch your step, Ms. Callender. I don’t forgive and forget.”
She channeled her last ounce of bravado before the doors shut. “You really should see someone for that. I hear being an asshole can be terminal.”

Once the elevator began its descent, Kate leaned against the back of the small space and closed her eyes, winded by her hostile exchange with Doyle. She didn’t open them again until the door opened.

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Five On Friday: Interview with author Rosanna Leo

Crave author, Rosanna Leo joins us on this beautiful Friday for a quick five question interview. Check out her book Vice which is available for .99¢ for a limited time (Thanksgiving – Cyber Monday) Universal Link:


What is the best compliment you have received about your writing?
Well, it’s a bit of a naughty compliment but I love it. When my first book came out, a coworker picked up a copy. She told me afterwards that she read bits of it to her husband while they were in bed. It apparently “inspired them” to get busy. He told her to tell me it was “the best five bucks she ever spent.” I will never forget that.
Tell us about an embarrassing moment.
Sadly, I’ve had several. I’ve always been somewhat accident-prone and it’s not unusual for me to trip on my own feet. When I was younger, I did a lot of community theater. At one point, I was in a production of “Pirates of Penzance.” During a dress rehearsal, I somehow ended up tripping on my long gown and falling into a pile of stacked chairs. They fell on top of me. I had to be rescued by a bunch of older men dressed as pirates. It was … weird.
Which one of your characters is your favorite and why?
Although this is a question that makes me feel guilty for choosing, I’d have to say I’m partial to Liam Doyle, the hero of Vice, Vegas Sins 1. Liam is such a tortured soul and his journey to redemption speaks to me. He has a good heart and expects so much of himself but his good intentions don’t always come through as he wishes. As his heroine Kate says, he needs to “hit rock bottom.” When he does, it breaks my heart. I think I rooted for this couple more than any of my others and I was so happy to bring their happy ending to Crave Publishing.
What’s something you are really good at that only a few people know about?
My family and friends know this but I’m not sure how many of my readers will. In my younger days, I trained as a classical soprano and sang in a Toronto chamber ensemble for a while. It was a lot of fun and I loved the music but I had to give it up once I started my family. It’s a very difficult career to manage when you have small children. So, I guess you could say I can sing a little bit, although I’m probably rusty.
What is the hardest thing about writing?
Ah! The hardest thing about writing is not being able to write! I work part-time as well and when I can’t be at my laptop, it’s agonising. I’m always thinking about what I want to write next so when there are other distractions, it can be annoying. I guess that’s a sign that I’m doing what I’m supposed to be doing!
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Best of the Worst Sex Scene Contest Entry: Closing the Deal by Rosanna Leo #cravepub #amreading #amwriting

DID YOU KNOW...What is this contest about? Have you ever read a sex scene that was so awful, you were laughing on the floor? If your answer is yes, do you think you can write one that’s worse? We mean better. No, that’s not right. Cheesier. Funnier. That’s it!

So without further ado, behold our first entry. To vote for this entry, please leave a comment on this blog post.

Reader Discretion Advised. Please read on if you dare.

Closing the Deal

by Rosanna Leo

“As you can see, it’s fully furnished and this bedroom has a great view of the ocean. I think this one ticks all your boxes, Brianna.”

Brianna Hawthorne cast a glance toward the pounding surf but the only view that interested her was the one of her real estate agent Ridge Montgomery. Thanks to his luxurious dark hair, hard body and keen fashion sense, she hadn’t been able to concentrate on anything else. They had been dancing around each other for weeks now. Although she’d enjoyed his coy looks, she was ready to close this deal.  “I don’t know, Ridge. I’m just not sure. I feel like I need to see…” She put a hand to her heaving bosom. “I need to see more.”

“Dammit, Brianna.” Ridge’s frustration finally escaped. “I’ve shown you seventy-eight properties.” His nostrils flared, as if he wanted to turn her over his knee.

Exactly what she had in mind. Their meetings had grown heated as they tried to deny their animal urges. Ridge Montgomery was the best of the best. Brianna knew he wouldn’t make the first move. He was too professional. He needed a nudge.

“I never said I needed to see any other properties.” She walked over to the king-sized bed. “I want to see more of you.” She unfastened the buttons on her blouse, exposing her cleavage.

Ridge’s gaze burned her like a fiery brand on the tender flesh of a new calf. He strode over and planted himself in front of her.  “Those are … your breasts.”

“Why, yes, sugar. They are.” She slid out of her blouse and dropped her pencil skirt, stepping out of the puddle of clothing. “Want to see more of them?” She unsnapped her lacy bra and unleashed her velvety mounds.

“But…” Red in the face, Ridge stammered. “ This is unprofessional.”

“Ridge, darling. I don’t just want you as my agent. I want you in my life and between my thighs. Think of it as signing on the dotted line.” To emphasize her point, she slowly removed her silky thong, sliding it over her ample buttocks. Still in her stiletto heels, she bent over to remove them.

“Dammit, Brianna!” Ridge caressed her arm, his touch turning her insides to molten goo. “Keep the heels on.”

Yes! If she’d been wearing any panties, she would have creamed them. As it stood, her wanton moisture trickled down her legs.

Ridge’s eyes narrowed. “Well, well.” He touched her there. “Someone has sprung a leak.”

“It’s what you do to me.”

“Is that so? I must admit, I’ve been dreaming of this moment.”

She put her hand on his aroused package, rubbing him over his trousers. God in Heaven! He was the size of the prize cucumber she’d entered into the country fair when she was twelve. She’d won the blue ribbon then and she’d clearly won it now as well. “Ridge. You’re straining the seam on your pants.”

“I know.” His voice was nothing more than a guttural growl. “I should warn you, Brianna. I’m … larger than the average man.” His face fell. “Some might say too large.”

She touched his chin and made him look at her. “Not for me, Ridge Montgomery. Not for me.”

As she continued to stroke him, the most incredible thing happened. He continued to harden, so much so that the little threads on his trousers began to pop. Amazed at the display of unrelenting masculinity, Brianna cupped his balls and squeezed.

“Dammit, Brianna! I can’t hold it in any longer.”

As both his trousers and boxer briefs ripped open, destroying the garments forever, a monstrous rod emerged. Veined and purple, it reached up past the waist of his pants …well, what was left of his pants anyway.

Brianna touched a finger to the beast. Both horrified and intrigued, she smeared the thick precum all over the wide head and then licked her fingers. His stud essence was delicious, tastier than dill pickle juice.

She really loved dill pickles.

“I want you, Brianna Hawthorne.” He grunted. “You have no idea how hard it is for me to restrain myself. Every moment around you is a struggle.”

“Oh, Ridge. You never need to struggle again.” Grasping his noble member, she pumped him with two hands. “Maybe you should take the rest of your clothes off.”

His eyes rolled back in his head. “I … can’t …wait.”

“Then take me, Ridge. Take me as you’ve never taken anyone before!”

 He pushed her back onto the bed, spread her legs and entered her with a mighty thrust.

She felt him right up under her ribcage and screamed.

She also blacked out for a few seconds, but mostly, it felt really good.

Brianna panted, stretched to her limits. He was the behemoth of brokers, her very own leviathan of listings. Ridge claimed her, put a lock box on her and took her to the bank. She welcomed him into her heart on a wave of womanly moisture. They came together on a lusty cry and his man nectar filled her to the rim. Even after her orgasm waned, he pulled out of her, aiming his cock at her stomach, pumping madly.

Still coming, he spilled himself all over her belly. And her thighs. And her breasts. She sucked in a breath as he aimed higher but he finally spent himself and fell next to her, exhausted.

Five minutes later, Brianna lay as still as a fly caught in a spider’s sticky web. “Um, a towel, please?”

“Of course.” Ridge jumped to his feet. “Let me get you a washcloth.”

“No. A towel would be better, thanks.”

Ridge wiped up the mess, cleaning up all traces of his love stew.  “Dammit, Brianna. I love you. Are you ready to make an offer?”

“I love you, Ridge. You and your monstrous cock. And I’m ready to pay full asking price.”