I’m not gonna lie. It was so hard to find an excerpt where the Internet gods might not banish me forever.
His strides ate up the expensive Oriental carpeting. When he was a mere twelve inches from her, her neck craned to look up into his face. Now, so close to his glittering eyes, every nerve in her body lit up like the sun. Her heart thundered against her ribs, and her teeth grabbed her bottom lip—probably more to have something to do rather than chatter.
“Hello.” His voice matched his eyes—deep and assured.
With a small wink, Charlotte scooted away, and the room constricted, narrowing down to him as if all the people around them had been pushed away by invisible hands.
“Hi. I’m …” Why was she having such trouble forming words? As a foreign language translator, she was usually much quicker with them—in four languages.
“Colette. Yes, I know.”
Of course, he knew. Everyone in the room likely had a dossier on her already—something with big letters that said, “Look, but don’t touch.”
Alexander’s club application was akin to filling out a college application—and one that only allowed her entry to tonight’s introduction party. Nothing beyond. Apparently, to join the club officially, one must have a background check worthy of the CIA.
The masked man held out a hand, which she took.
Warm flesh engulfed her hand. “Enjoying yourself?”
She nodded. Enjoying wasn’t the word she’d use, but it’d do.
“Anything in particular catch your eye?” His hand kept possession of hers.
Okay, small talk was underrated anyway. “I’m not sure yet. But nothing I’ve seen has me running for the hills—yet.” She tried to sound light, flirty. Instead, her voice came out thin and little more than a squeak.
“I’m glad to hear it.” He studied her face. “You look beautiful tonight, Colette. But then, you always did.” He flipped her hand over and pressed a small card into her palm. “Think about it.”
He then released his handhold and strode away.
Wait a minute. Always did? She glanced down at the little card he’d given her. It read: Griffin Miles Storm.
Her brain froze along with every part of her body. He couldn’t be.
On the back, he’d written a note in large-scrolled handwriting. My office. Thursday. 12 noon.
No address. But he didn’t need to give one, did he? She knew exactly where his office was. Knew who he was.
Holy. Shit. She glanced around, her eyes searching for him, a man she hadn’t believed she’d ever see again.
Finally, His: A collection of Elite Doms of Washington novelettes
Exploring her darker longings was the deal. Falling for him—fast and hard—wasn’t.For years Colette harbored secret desires—ones that were forbidden and dangerous. When a man resurfaces from her past, he offers a chance to explore her darker imaginings. She didn’t expect to fall for him—hard, fast and irrevocably.
Being loved by someone was supposed to be simple, natural. But what if that someone is desired by everyone?For years Eric secretly loved Alexander from afar. Everyone else did, too. But Eric got lucky. Love bloomed between them—and a third, Rebecca. But old insecurities continue to rise, threatening it all.
When Darkness Calls
Even perfect love can’t conquer some nightmares—or so she believed.
Charlotte’s past is ugly by no fault of her own. Her Master will do anything to finally rid her of her hideous memories, and when he finally calls on their Club Accendos family she must make a choice: Confront the worst of them or possibly lose him forever.
Readers who love E. L. James, Shayla Black, and Joey W. Hill books will enjoy Finally, His.