Tuesday, June 21, 2011

"More Than A Stud" from Eliza March

My heroine in MORE THAN A STUD is the CEO of a security company. She forty-two, unmarried, alone, and childless. Cari is strong, smart, sexy, and what she wants more than anything is a family. Will Cari be strong enough to put her fears aside and take a chance with the man she’s trusted with her life, or will the fertility clinic be her escape from the one man who has offered her the world she’s always wanted?

With her biological clock ticking away, Carina Roth, CEO and owner of a corporate security company, wants a child. On the night of her forty-second birthday, Carina's 35-year-old corporate intel officer, Evan Douglas, offers to be her baby's daddy. Evan not only wants to father Carina's child, he's ready to prove he can fulfill her every need and that, for Carina, he wants to be...more than a stud.

“Are you blushing?”

“Blushing? Hardly.” Thank goodness the light in the room was low. She was melting. But where was her hard exterior—the one she needed to protect her? There’d already been too many restless nights lately, when she’d tried not to think about Evan and sex. It was best not to consider him in that context now. They were the best partners, too good at working together to risk crossing that line and ruining everything between them, not to mention the difference in their ages. She couldn’t go there.

“You’re not answering. Does the silence mean you—”

“Look, Evan, we don’t play in the same sand boxes.” She tried to move away, but he held her firmly in place, one hand on her shoulder and the other firmly at her waist, pulling her tightly against his muscled body and his growing interest.

“Don’t be like that with me. It won’t work.” The words were clipped and edgy. His voice quiet, his implication explicit. “We both know I can keep up with you on any level—economically, intellectually, socially, emotionally—I’m right there with you.” The grit in his voice sounded angry, maybe a bit insulted, too.

“You know I didn’t mean it that way. I only meant I’m older than you and your friends. You hang with a younger crowd, have different interests.” “Mmm, so?”

Damn, if anyone saw him holding her like this, they’d think she was…ugh, robbing the cradle. She squeezed the hand recklessly massaging too close to her left breast and growled at him under her breath. “Stop that. Let me go.”

“Not a chance, lady. Don’t move or we’ll both be embarrassed.” He rubbed his cock across her ass to make his point.

Evan was young, fit, hard.

Oh, God, he is so hard. 
Eliza March, Author
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