Book: Soft Wear (Hot Alpha Billionaire, Book 3)
Author: Marilyn Lakewood
Genre: Erotic Contemporary Romance
A hardcore Dominant meets a sweet submissive...
He knows he’ll never forget.
She wishes she could remember.
After Paige Morgan crashes her car on a mountain road, she doesn’t remember anything about her life—certainly not the dark-haired pilot who rescues her and claims he was hired to protect her. All she knows is that Luc Travers’ rugged good looks tie her tongue in knots and ramp her pulse into overdrive. Lost in more ways than one, Paige accepts Luc’s help and the sanctuary of his mountain cabin where thoughts of submitting to her rescuer’s sexy dominance fuels her darkest fantasies. Yet as threats from her past become real, Luc may hold the key to her life… and her heart.
When private investigator and experienced dominant, Luc Travers, is hired to protect a lovely auburn-haired submissive, he knows the job will get personal. Paige Morgan had him locked and loaded from day one, and he’s determined to keep her, whatever it takes…but claiming his girl won’t be easy. There’s the little problem of amnesia and threats to her life. He must resist the attraction while keeping her close, clashing professional ethics against private desires, and testing his control like nothing else.
With danger closing in, and everything he loves at stake, no force on earth will stop Luc from protecting what’s his.
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This is an excerpt from SOFT WEAR
© Marilyn Lakewood
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Reading to Paige while she snuggled innocently against his side, turned out to be hell. Luc had to keep the book open over his lap. His cock didn’t care about the story, it only wanted to escape and touch any part of Paige’s sweet little body.
So far, the tip of his erection had stayed wedged under his belt, but it seemed eager to communicate as if to say, “Excuse me, little sub, if you’re going to sit so close, you need to wrap your hands or lips around me and…”
Luc frowned at the book and paused reading. The words made no sense to his distracted, bloodless brain. He drew a calming breath and tamped down his frustration.
“What happens next?” Paige pointed to the open page. “The hero is creeping down the dark corridor… and what happens?”
Luc had a damn good idea of what could happen next, but it had nothing to do with the story. “He steals the secret documents and escapes the enemy’s stronghold.”
“Did you just tell me the end?” She squinted up at him, her face mere inches from his chin.
“Possibly.” When he tipped his head down, he focused on her eyes, not her lips, but arousal still roughened his voice. “I haven’t finished this book yet.”
She raised a russet brow at him. “It doesn’t sound like you want to finish either. You’re growling.”
“Not at you.”
“The book? I didn’t think it was that bad.”
“It has redeeming qualities.” It covered his lap, for one. He couldn’t judge the story. Right now, all he could think about was getting this woman under him and his cock inside her. “Paige…it’s time to call it a night.”
“I guess so.” She sat up and glanced at the clock. “Wow, it is getting late.”
Luc stood and held out his hand. “I’ll walk you up.”
“Thanks.” She gripped his hand, and he gently tugged her to her feet. “That was nice listening to you. You have a really great voice.”
“I used to read to Jen while Mom fixed dinner.” He led Paige up the stairs.
“Was your mom a good cook?”
“No, terrible—but she tried hard and was so loving, we ate whatever she made with a smile.” Luc stopped at her bedroom door and focused on Paige’s eyes. Do not look at her mouth. Do not kiss her. Do. Not.
“Aww, how sweet.” Her beautiful lips parted in a soft smile, and she sighed. “I wish…”
Oh, hell. That mouth… so kissable… so fuckable. He forced his gaze up and caught her glancing at his mouth. Yeah, he was screwed, and not in a good way. “What do you wish?”
She met his eyes, a blush tinting her cheeks. “Honestly?”
“Never lie to me.” He knew she’d done exactly that the first day when she’d tried to convince him she remembered who she was. Although he understood her instinctive need to cover a vulnerability and protect herself, now she knew him better, and he’d only accept the truth.
“Okay.” Her throat moved when she swallowed. “The first wish was that I had a family like yours, a place filled with love and laughter. Then I looked at your mouth and wished you would kiss me.” She looked down. “I know it’s wrong, but I had this need for you to just take me in your arms.”
“It isn’t wrong, but I won’t do that. Not until you know who you are and understand what I’ll demand from you.”
Marilyn and her husband live in the northwest U.S., not too far from the Canadian border. She thinks the long, cold winters are perfect “writing weather.” Most of the time, she doesn’t mind the short days, or the snow—except when she needs to drive in a blizzard, in the dark.
Marilyn started writing sexy stories “just for fun” and she’ll joyously admit she’s obsessed with creating hard-core dominant heroes and happily-ever-after endings.
Writing erotic romance lets her explore love, passion, and sex, through the lens of different characters and settings. It’s also a way to keep her imagination kindled during the September to March “cold snap.” Marilyn loves music, flowers, sci-fi and romance movies, and taking daily walks with Precious, her rescued dog.
She’s a country girl at heart, and although she imagines travelling to distant, romantic shores, her favorite place is home with her family.
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