Read Only for the Night (If Only Book 2) Online
Authors: Ella Sheridan
Tags: #erotic romance, #contemporary romance
Only for the Night (If Only Book 2) (34 page)
Sage wobbled when he finally helped her down from the cross. He leaned her against the wood long enough to wrap her in a soft, silken robe. And when he knew she was stable, he got on his knees.
“Hank?”
V. walked up beside them, a smirk on his face. “Here you go, bro.” The smirk got wider. “Nice job. Very nice.”
Hank had nothing more than a nod of acknowledgment to give his friend—all his brainpower still centered on Sage. But he took the scrap of leather V. handed him, waiting till his friend walked away before offering it to Sage on both hands.
“I already know you’re mine. And I’m yours. My ring on your finger tells me that. This?” He nodded at the collar in his hands—a soft, curved edge like filigree, to grace her throat, with a silver lock in front that only he possessed the key to. “This is just a bonus. With or without it, I want you forever, but…will you have me? As your husband, your lover, and your Dom?”
Sage pulled him up and guided his hands to her throat. “I will, Hank Nash.”
He circled her neck with the collar, then locked it in front. The tiny padlock dangled in the hollow of her throat. The sight took his breath, but when he met her eyes, that was so much more breathtaking. She was looking at him like her world hung on his every word. The responsibility was enormous, but the satisfaction of meeting that need… God, he thought his heart might explode with it.
“What?” she asked, that shy smile tugging at her lips. Curious. Trusting.
“You.” Leaning down, he cupped her face in his hands, savoring the feel of her smile and smooth skin against rough. “Just you.”
“I love you.”
“I know.”
When he took her lips, she tilted her head and opened herself, just like always. His baby. His Sage. His sub.
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If Only 1
She’s his completely…but only for the weekend.
When a rock star Dom is asked to teach a lovely woman to submit, she turns out to be his sister’s best friend—the woman he left behind years ago. Can he show her the ropes and watch her walk away this time, or will she leave him yearning for more?
When Jane Jacobs flies to Las Vegas for a blind date with a Dom, she’s expecting a stranger who’ll show her how to submit sexually—but she’s not expecting him to be masked. Or every bit as powerful, magnetic and sexy as the man of her dreams, rock drummer Vincent O’Connell. Her volcanic response to this commanding stranger shocks her, and leaves her daring to hope she’s finally free of her obsession with Vincent. Until her Dom reveals the man behind the mask.
Vincent knows agreeing to dominate Jane is a calculated risk. But the innocently sultry blonde has figured in his own fantasies for years, and he’s damned if he’ll let another man explore her submissive depths. When their encounter flames hotter and more satisfying than any in his memory, he knows that to keep her, he must tell her the truth. But that means revealing more than just his face.
It means showing her his heart.
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Please enjoy an excerpt from V. and Jane’s story.
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“Jane.”
He kept his voice low, but still she startled. The trembling in her hands increased. She tugged her full bottom lip between her teeth in a way that made him want to bite as well, but not yet. He waited, instead, forcing control so that she could look her fill.
Her gaze took in his half mask first, a piece of soft black fabric covering the top half of his face and head, leaving everything but his eyes and jaw and ears a mystery. Even most of his hair was covered, and what could be seen at the back of his head hopefully didn’t shine too brilliantly red in the shadowed room. She measured the width of his shoulders, his height. Her nostrils flared as if trying to breathe him in, to determine who he was, whether or not she was safe, by scent alone.
She didn’t speak. Good.
“Come in,” he told her.
A hesitant “Yes, Sir” accompanied her steps farther into the light. The yellow glow lit a fire in her hair as she tucked her chin, dropping her gaze to the vicinity of his boots. The Dom in him purred its approval.
“Kneel for me, Jane.”
There was no hesitation this time. With a feminine grace rare in a first-time sub, she sank to her knees. Head still bowed, knees parted just enough to show off the lace atop her stockings, hands at the small of her back.
His gut clenched. She’d been practicing.
For him.
Logically he knew it hadn’t been for him personally. She didn’t know the masked Dom before her was the man she’d propositioned as a teenager. She only knew the mask hid a Dom. But telling himself that didn’t stop the flare of possession and satisfaction burning its way through his chest.
Ignoring the dangerous emotions inside him, he walked forward, his steps heavy, deliberate. No leather for him except the boots. He’d chosen black button-fly jeans and a black silk shirt. The fabric cupped him, slid along his skin as he moved, and he imagined it was Jane’s hands on him, molding along his cock, brushing his pierced nipples. He barely held back a groan as he circled Jane’s kneeling body.
She turned her head the slightest amount, probably trying to keep him in sight. He laid a single finger along her jawline. “Eyes down.”
Jane shivered as she obeyed. Oh yes, definitely submissive.
He circled her again, this time allowing his finger to trace her lips, her cheekbone, the delicate curve of her ear. As he moved behind her, he delved into her curls, indulging himself in their soft texture before fisting the thick mass and tugging her head back. Jane kept her eyes lowered, but she couldn’t keep her breath from catching, and as he looked down her body, he could see the tight tips of her breasts forced against the fabric of her shirt.
“You’ve read and signed the contract.” A statement. He knew she had; he’d read every line. But he wanted the acknowledgment between them—and to hear her voice.
A moment’s quiet, then, “Yes, Sir.”
That word on her lips… He bent over her, letting her feel his size, his heat, his power. “And you are certain you wish to proceed, sub?”
No pause. “Yes, Sir. I wish to proceed.”
He stood, trailing his fingers through her hair, showing his pleasure at her response. “And what is your safe word?”
Her voice quivered as she responded. “Weekend, Sir.”
Weekend.
The word hit him like a two-by-four to the head. A reference to his band, Weekend Washout, or a reminder that she was only his for the weekend?
She’s not yours, dickhead. You’re an experiment, nothing more.
But would he be if she knew who he was?
If she knew who you were, you’d be out on your ass.
He couldn’t forget that. Jane must never find out the identity of her first Dom. And he… Well, he could never forget her. At least he would have this.
He moved away, taking a position between Jane and the light. His shadow covered her. “‘Weekend’ it is. If you feel overwhelmed, need to pause or talk or just catch your breath, you will use ‘yellow.’ Is that clear?”
“Yes, Sir.”
That breathy voice, ripe with arousal and fear, threw gasoline on the fire of his lust, threatening to burn out of control. He needed to shut that part of himself down, needed to focus completely on his sub. But just like his body had warned him earlier, he couldn’t. All he could give her was every piece of him—lust, dominance…everything.
“Then stand.”
Without a word Jane rocked back onto her heels and came to her feet. Regret ached in his shaft as the hem of her skirt once more covered the delicate bands of lace circling her thighs, but he was about to see so much more.
“Undress for me, sub.”
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Want to read the book that first introduced Hank and Weekend Washout? Here it is!
Secrets To Hide 2
Harley Fisher’s life changed forever when her twin sister gave birth to a baby one month before she died. This Christmas, Harley wants her adopted daughter to have the very best gift possible: her real father. Determined to discover if Damien Adams is worthy of being a part of the baby’s life, Harley forces her way into a job as the manager-in-training for his new nightclub, Thrice. Damien is blunt, challenging, and sexy as all get-out. Desiring him is wrong, but when he touches her, it’s oh so right.
Damien needs a manager for Thrice so he can return to overseeing all three of his clubs. Harley’s too young, too hip, too damn tempting—and perfect for the job. Wanting her violates every rule he’s laid out for his life, but even the strongest convictions can falter under the mistletoe.
Harley’s keeping one hell of a secret. When Damien finds out, will Harley and his daughter be the best Christmas gift he’s ever received, or will her secrets leave them with nothing more lasting than a naughty little Christmas this year?
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And the first book in the SECRETS TO HIDE series…
Secrets To Hide 1
Cailin discovers her one-night stand is actually her boss, and he’s married. She can’t live with being Alex’s dirty little secret, but he has secrets of his own that just might free them all.
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Secrets To Hide 3
Angel is determined to find herself again. Brad is determined to wake her up—to life without fear, and a love that heals the deepest wounds.
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And don’t miss Ella’s romantic suspense trilogy, SOUTHERN NIGHTS, including:
Southern Nights 1
Some lessons threaten your heart. Some threaten your life.
A tough security specialist rides his Harley to the rescue when a young woman is menaced by her ex. She'll do anything to survive, except put him in danger. He'll do anything to keep her safe, but will he share his heart?
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Southern Nights 2
Her past taught her to stand alone, but trusting him may be worth the risk.
She's on a mission of vengeance against the man who destroyed her life. Discovering there are more victims only strengthens her resolve. Only one thing can weaken it—an ex-Marine who wants to keep her safe, and doesn't care how he accomplishes it.
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Southern Nights 3
When twin brothers fall for the same Southern beauty, passion ignites three ways.
One twin left when she needed him most. Now both want her heart, but giving in may cost more than they realize. A Southern restauranteur has a secret goal when she arrives in a small town—getting back her son, kidnapped as a newborn. She'll let nothing stand in her way, not even two hot brothers determined to make her their own.
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“Ms. Sheridan writes suspense that grabs you and won’t let go.”
~ Pat from Tea and Book
Ella Sheridan grew up in the Deep South, where books provided adventures, friends, and her first taste of romance. Now she writes her own romantic adventures, with plenty of hot alpha men and the women who love and challenge them. With a day job, a husband, two active teenagers, and two not so active cats, Ella is always busy, but getting the voices in her head down on paper is a top priority. Connect with Ella at:
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