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Rough sex. Dirty
talk. Criminal activity. Cursing. Fisticuffs. Closed course. Professional
driver. Do not try this at home.**
Theresa Drazen wants
to know one thing.
Is there something
wrong with her?
Because from what she
can see, she has money, brains, a body that does the job. Yet, she keeps
getting shelved. Most recently, by her fiancé who happens to be the DA.
And she'll get over
it, really. No problem. She'll just have a nice, short encounter with a
mysterious Italian named Antonio who may or may not be involved with some kind
of alleged criminal activity...blah blah...
Let's call a spade a
spade.
He's a mobster.
Let's face a few more
facts.
He's hot. He's smart.
And if anyone breathes on her the wrong way, he's got no problem beating their
head against a Porsche until they're willing to lick up their own vomit to make
it stop.
Just about everything
about that turns her on.
Yeah. There's
something wrong with her.
I
caught the scent again and looked in her direction, as if I could see the
smell’s source. It could have come from anyone. It could have been the gorgeous
black lady with the sweet smile. It could have been the plate of saucy meat
that crossed my path. Could have been the waft of parking lot that came through
the door before it snapped closed.
But it wasn’t.
I knew it like I knew tax code; it was
him. The man in the dark suit and thin pink tie, the full lips and two-day
beard. His eyes were black as a felony, and they stayed on me as his body swung
into the booth.
The smell had come from him, not the
other man getting into the booth. It was in his gaze, which was locked on me,
disarming me. He was beautiful to me. Not my type, not at all. But the slight cleft
in his chin, the powerful jaw, the swoop of dark hair falling over his forehead
seemed right. Just right. I
swallowed. My mouth had started watering, and my throat had gotten dry. I got a
flash of him above me, with that swoop of hair rocking, as he fucked me so hard
the sheets ripped.
He turned to say something to the
hostess, and I took a gulp of air. I’d forgotten to breathe. I put my hands to
my shirt buttons to make sure they were fastened, because I felt as if he’d
undressed me.
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CD Reiss is a USA
Today and Amazon bestseller. She still has to chop wood and carry water, which
was buried in the fine print. Her lawyer is working it out with God but in the
meantime, if you call and she doesn’t pick up, she’s at the well, hauling
buckets.
Born in New York
City, she moved to Hollywood, California to get her master’s degree in
screenwriting from USC. In case you want to know, that went nowhere, but it did
embed TV story structure in her head well enough for her to take a big risk on
a TV series structured erotic series called Songs of Submission. It’s about a
kinky billionaire hung up on his ex-wife, an ingenue singer with a wisecracking
mouth; art, music and sin in the city of Los Angeles.
Critics have dubbed
the books “poetic,” “literary,” and “hauntingly atmospheric,” which is
flattering enough for her to put it in a bio, but embarrassing enough for her
not to tell her husband, or he might think she’s some sort of braggart who’s
too good to give the toilets a once-over every couple of weeks or chop a cord
of wood.
If you meet her in
person, you should call her Christine.
THANK YOU!
