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Taken by the Pirate Billionaire
(2013)(The third book in the A is for Alpha series)
A novel by Shelli Stevens
She went to steal a brooch, but found her deepest fantasies. *This is an erotic A is for Alpha story*
Indulge your fantasies with these steamy, contemporary romances about sexy, billionaire alpha males, and the women who capture their hearts. Readers can enjoy the series in any order.
Devon Murray is still up to his bad boy ways. The social media mogul is as notorious as his pirate ancestor, with both charming the ladies and breaking the law. And he doesn't take lightly to the beautiful stranger crashing one of his lust parties. But before dispensing his punishment, he intends to take his pleasure...
Desperate to help her family get out of debt, Renee forms a risky plan to steal back a brooch that belonged to her ancestor centuries ago. A brooch that she's certain resides in Devon Murray's home. Enlisting the help of her best friend, Renee quickly realizes she's in way over her head when she sneaks into Devon's shockingly sensual party.
With an undeniable passion ignited between them, they discover a centuries old connection that will leave them both reeling.
EXCERPT
"Hello again. Are you lost?"
Devon set down his book and unfurled himself from the couch. He approached her slowly, watching the panic in her already wild gaze grow.
She didn't reply. Just watched him with a mix of fascination and horror.
"Renee," he murmured, continuing his slow, deliberate advance.
She visibly swallowed and reached for the handle behind her.
"I hate repeating myself." He stopped just in front of her, placing a hand on the door above each side of her head, ensuring she couldn't escape the room just yet. "Are you lost?"
She smelled amazing. Some sort of light and delicate perfume that only made him want to discover each little erogenous spot she'd dabbed it.
"Uh...yes."
So she was going to run with that lame excuse, was she? He gave her a brief, cold smile that let her know he didn't believe her for a moment.
"Aren't you enjoying yourself, Renee?" His tone mocked, and clearly she didn't like it.
She tilted her chin up, giving him a derisive look. "I'm enjoying myself very much, thanks. If you'll excuse me, I'll try and find my way back to the party."
He made no move to step back. Instead he ran a hand over her bare shoulder and then up her neck. When his hand closed lightly around her throat, she grasped his wrist, her eyes going wide.
"Easy, Renee. I'm not going to hurt you," he assured her, lowering his hand down to her collarbone, then over the swell of her breasts. "I'm simply checking to see if you've been marked yet."
"Marked?" she croaked.
"Bite marks, bruises from sucking," he gave a casual shrug, "or maybe welts from a whipping."
She drew in a large breath that made her chest rise wonderfully against the restraints of her modern fashioned corset. He wanted to touch her. Feel the heaviness of her soft breasts in his hands again. Maybe this time suck on her nipples.
As if she could read his thoughts, she pried his hand away from her cleavage and slipped under his arms.
"I'm unmarked and am hoping to stay that way." She tossed her hair and gave him another wary glare.
"Hmm. But you're not completely unmarked. I gave you one earlier." He lightly touched the pink bruise near her neck and shoulder that he'd left earlier during the preparation. "Don't you enjoy a man's touch? Gentle or otherwise, Renee?"
He could see her struggling with frustration and her attraction to him. It wasn't that he was trying to be arrogant, but he was attuned to knowing when a woman was interested. Whether she admitted it to him - or herself - or not.
Indulge your fantasies with these steamy, contemporary romances about sexy, billionaire alpha males, and the women who capture their hearts. Readers can enjoy the series in any order.
Devon Murray is still up to his bad boy ways. The social media mogul is as notorious as his pirate ancestor, with both charming the ladies and breaking the law. And he doesn't take lightly to the beautiful stranger crashing one of his lust parties. But before dispensing his punishment, he intends to take his pleasure...
Desperate to help her family get out of debt, Renee forms a risky plan to steal back a brooch that belonged to her ancestor centuries ago. A brooch that she's certain resides in Devon Murray's home. Enlisting the help of her best friend, Renee quickly realizes she's in way over her head when she sneaks into Devon's shockingly sensual party.
With an undeniable passion ignited between them, they discover a centuries old connection that will leave them both reeling.
EXCERPT
"Hello again. Are you lost?"
Devon set down his book and unfurled himself from the couch. He approached her slowly, watching the panic in her already wild gaze grow.
She didn't reply. Just watched him with a mix of fascination and horror.
"Renee," he murmured, continuing his slow, deliberate advance.
She visibly swallowed and reached for the handle behind her.
"I hate repeating myself." He stopped just in front of her, placing a hand on the door above each side of her head, ensuring she couldn't escape the room just yet. "Are you lost?"
She smelled amazing. Some sort of light and delicate perfume that only made him want to discover each little erogenous spot she'd dabbed it.
"Uh...yes."
So she was going to run with that lame excuse, was she? He gave her a brief, cold smile that let her know he didn't believe her for a moment.
"Aren't you enjoying yourself, Renee?" His tone mocked, and clearly she didn't like it.
She tilted her chin up, giving him a derisive look. "I'm enjoying myself very much, thanks. If you'll excuse me, I'll try and find my way back to the party."
He made no move to step back. Instead he ran a hand over her bare shoulder and then up her neck. When his hand closed lightly around her throat, she grasped his wrist, her eyes going wide.
"Easy, Renee. I'm not going to hurt you," he assured her, lowering his hand down to her collarbone, then over the swell of her breasts. "I'm simply checking to see if you've been marked yet."
"Marked?" she croaked.
"Bite marks, bruises from sucking," he gave a casual shrug, "or maybe welts from a whipping."
She drew in a large breath that made her chest rise wonderfully against the restraints of her modern fashioned corset. He wanted to touch her. Feel the heaviness of her soft breasts in his hands again. Maybe this time suck on her nipples.
As if she could read his thoughts, she pried his hand away from her cleavage and slipped under his arms.
"I'm unmarked and am hoping to stay that way." She tossed her hair and gave him another wary glare.
"Hmm. But you're not completely unmarked. I gave you one earlier." He lightly touched the pink bruise near her neck and shoulder that he'd left earlier during the preparation. "Don't you enjoy a man's touch? Gentle or otherwise, Renee?"
He could see her struggling with frustration and her attraction to him. It wasn't that he was trying to be arrogant, but he was attuned to knowing when a woman was interested. Whether she admitted it to him - or herself - or not.
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