Sierra Rand is trying desperately to move on with her life. But an invitation to Fantasy Island to meet Van and Trance has her running. She intends to stay hidden for a while. But Van kidnaps her and it becomes a losing battle when Van and Roman both use their sex appeal to enslave her.
Van Merck is angry that Sierra decided to run before giving them a chance. His domineering attitude takes over, and instead of taking her departure as a sign that Sierra wants nothing to do with him nor Roman, he kidnaps her. Sparks fly as they first meet, and he's willing to do anything to make sure Sierra ends up a permanent part of their lives.
Roman Trance goes along with Van's idea of kidnapping Sierra. The immense attraction he feels toward her equals the lust he has for Van. And he's intent on wooing her with his gentle patience because he has no intention of choosing between Van or Sierra.
Publisher's Note: This book contains explicit sexual content, graphic language, and situations that some readers may find objectionable: Anal play/intercourse, male/male sexual situations, ménage (m/m/f).
Excerpt
As she stepped outside and turned to close the front door behind her, an unusual wave of heat brushed her back, causing her stomach to dip with nerves. The feeling of being watched returned full force, and Sierra quickly shifted her body. But it was too late.
A hand slapped against her mouth, sealing off her cry of surprise as an arm wrapped around her waist. She was lifted off her feet, and she screamed, but the sound only came out muffled. She kicked her legs against the ones behind her, fear causing adrenaline to pound through her blood.
“Easy,” a voice growled into her ear.
Easy? She was probably about to be raped -- or worse, killed -- and her captor tells her to be easy? Sierra redoubled her efforts and finally connected her heel with her captor’s shin. He grunted but didn’t release her. He carried her inside her home, and Sierra heard the door shut.
There had to be something she could do. He wasn’t going to hold her like this forever. He had to make a move, and she was going to be ready when he did. Her captor walked them into the living room and placed her on her feet in the center. When he released her, she whirled around, taking two steps back.
She froze in shock. The pale gray eyes that met her own were probably the last ones she wanted to see. Van resembled his photograph, but up close his presence was larger than she’d thought. He looked to be over six feet, his physique hard with muscles.
She tightened her hand on her purse while swallowing tightly. Panicking was not an option. “What are you doing here?”
He took a step closer to her. “We had an appointment.”
She licked her lips, realizing that the scheduled meeting was still about two hours away. He couldn’t know she wasn’t going to show up unless he’d been following her. So was he the one who’d been trailing her for a while now? Who would have thought Van, the leader of the Covenant, was a bit of a stalker? Another reason on her list to look for a quick escape. “I wasn’t intending to keep it. That should’ve given you a clue.”
“And I’m here to convince you our meeting could end in happiness if you only give it a chance.”
“I don’t think so.”
Sierra did the only thing she could think of. She threw her purse at his face. She caught his surprise as he brought his arms up instinctively to catch it. But that was all she saw, because she ran past him, heading to the foyer again. If she could get out of the house, then maybe she had a slim chance of outrunning him. She was only human, and no match for a vampire’s speed. Still, she at least had to try.
Sierra screamed as her ankle unexpectedly tilted to the side, causing her to stumble. She brought her arms up as she realized that she was going to hit the wood floor hard. But with a speed that astounded her, Van suddenly managed to land in front of her. He couldn’t stop her from falling, but he took the weight of her body, and the brunt of her fall. The momentum knocked him backward, and she instinctively put her hands out, landing right on top of him. How in the hell did he do that when he was supposed to be behind her? Shit! He must be a speed demon, she thought hysterically.
She felt his arms wrap around her waist as she tried to control her breathing. Adrenaline was still pumping through her blood. Van’s hand moved to the back of her neck and before she could come up with a refusal, he pulled her head down, capturing her lips in a hot kiss. Almost against her will, she parted her lips, accepting his tongue, inhaling his spicy scent.
She couldn’t resist him, but in the back recesses of her mind, Sierra knew this wasn’t what she needed in her life now. This kiss would just prove she wasn’t attracted to him.
But he tangled his tongue with hers, sucking on it, and that thought just fled out of her mind. She moaned at the realization that his hard cock was pressed against her stomach. She felt it all -- the solidity of his chest smashing against her breasts, her pussy suddenly tingling and wet with desire. She had never felt such yearning for anyone, and she savored it, but a voice broke into her thoughts, forcing her to end the kiss.
“You two weren’t planning to get busy without me?” a voice from above asked.
She turned her head, surprised to see a dark-haired man standing beside them.
Roman.
Her breath hitched as she realized it was him -- Van’s lover. She lifted herself off of Van, scrambling to her feet. Roman was a couple of inches shorter than Van, and thicker, more heavily muscled. His eyes were as dark as the black hair on his head. Sierra couldn’t help but notice what a sexy contrast he was to Van. Both men were gorgeous, and she imagined them to be almost like an angel and a devil. “Actually, I was just trying to escape him.”
Roman smiled. “It didn’t look like that to me.”
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