Don’t Hold Back
Darkest Desires 2
By Lynn Burke
Publisher: Changeling Press
Heat Level: 4
Release Date: November 30, 2018
#Contemporary, #Erotic, #Romance, #MayDecember, #Series, #HEA, #Novella
BLURB:
Kelly Sadel has lived her life by a feels-o-meter since showing emotion as a kid was a
big no-no. A timid analyst and fur baby momma, she avoids anything that stirs up her
boring life. Secretly, she crushes on the man who rides the elevator with her every
morning—he’s a unicorn amidst an office full of conservative short-hairs. He also sets
her nerves on edge, topping her feels-o’meter to the limit, an oh-no in her carefully
constructed world.
Accidentally dumping a box of cupcakes on his loafers grabs his unwanted attention,
and he isn’t too quick to let go. Jamison Byrne has worked his way through the submissives
at Monique’s club hoping to find his own little subbie. He wants a collared sub, a woman
to enjoy mutual pleasure his ropes bring without getting emotionally involved beyond
scening.
Manipulation comes easy from years of life beneath a narcissistic asshole’s thumb, and
Jamison finally gets Kelly to relent—but with her only agreeing to be friends. Jamison
sweeps in but finds his feet swept beneath him as her nurturing nature opens him in
ways he never expected. Sure he has found his “person,” he needs to find a way to share
his darker desires and get Kelly to stop holding back and feel. He knows he can set her free,
but does she want him to? Can he help her find the courage to face the emotions that come
with submitting her body—and heart?
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PG 13 EXCERPT:
The best part of being an analyst for Kirchoff Energy on the third floor of the office building
in downtown Baltimore? Jamison Byrne in all his hot arrogance often hopped aboard the
elevator, heading to the fourth floor for Davidoff Finance Corp.
Easily six feet or maybe an inch taller, he was a golden blondie with dark, piercing eyes and
full lips that needed to be nibbled. Along with that, he had wide shoulders, a trim waist, and
the most perfectly formed backside.
But he wasn’t my type. Nope. I preferred sweet, shy nerds. Not that I dated much. To be
honest, I’d had two dates in the previous two years. Sure, I had the usual social media
profiles, but the thoughts of signing up for one of those dating sites scared the crap out of
me. Friendships were all fine and good -- as long as I didn’t have to stomach strong feelings.
I couldn’t handle them.
But Jamison… I drooled over him every morning I was lucky enough to share the elevator
with him -- and the other half-dozen people who stuffed in with us. He carried this
mysterious air, a confidence that attracted yet repelled me at the same time. In an office of
conservative short hairs, he had longer locks and kept scruff on his jaw… he even smelled
damn delicious. A true unicorn in a field of rhinos.
He also set my nerves on edge.
I’d never spoken to him, never touched him, but my hands shook and knees weakened
whenever he stepped into the elevator. I’d heard rumors from my co-workers on Friday
that the hottie from Davidoff Financial upstairs modeled for romance novel covers. The
idea didn’t surprise me -- he had the body and look for it -- and boy, did I enjoy looking.
Not that I wanted him.
On Monday, one of my coworkers celebrated her fiftieth birthday, so I stopped by a bakery
to get black-icing cupcakes. I carried the white box in front of me, so scared of dropping the
damn thing that I didn’t take care when entering the elevator. Thinking I’d gone in far enough,
I turned, and nailed the person shuffling in behind me with the box.
White cardboard -- flimsy as shit -- flew from my hands, and in slow motion just like a
cartoon, it fell to the floor as I leapt toward the damn thing.
“Shit! No!” I bit off the word as the box landed on leather loafers I knew well.
Heat crept up my chest, and I quickly squatted without lifting my head, pushing up my
too-big glasses.
“I’m so sorry!” I grabbed at the scattered cupcakes, smearing frosting all over my fingers --
and his shoes.
“It’s okay.” That low, rumbly tone swept down my spine, straight to the loneliest place on
earth, springing dampness to life between my thighs. “Let me help.”
Jamison Byrne in all his slow, seductive sexiness, crouched down in front of me, his jeans
tightening across his thighs and showcasing a bulge worth drooling over. No wonder he
modeled for romance novels.
My mouth watered, and I snapped my jaw shut to swallow, realizing I stared at his groin.
My God. Pure heat flooded my face as the elevator door slid shut with only two others
stepping in the join us in the mess I’d made.
“Y-you don’t have to do that,” I told him as our fellow patrons of the elevator shuffled around
to stay away from the mess.
Jamison picked up a cupcake and dropped it in the askew box beside me, icing coating one
of his fingers.
I wanted to lick it off. No, I just wanted his finger in my mouth.
My insides trembled like a bowl of gelatin, like the final leaves on the trees outside, and I
refused to lift my gaze to his face. He was a mere three feet away, if I looked into his eyes,
my insides would be wrecked, flooded with feelings topping out my feels-o-meter with its
ten limit.
I leaned forward to grab the last cupcake at the same time he did. Our hands brushed, and
lightening split my mind, tearing a gasp past my lips. My attention jerked up, my gaze landing
on his face.
Dark eyes, so black they should have looked like a shark’s, with a dead and unfeeling gaze.
But the intensity of his stare, the heat in those orbs pebbled my skin. My jaw slackened.
Brain erupted in chaos, my feels-o-meter spiking beyond a mere ten.
He glanced at the ID hanging around my neck. “Kelly Sadel.”
Did I nod? I couldn’t remember, but I became very conscious of the fact my low-cut blouse
revealed the girls spilling from my bra.
“Jamison Byrne.” He held out his hand.
“Y-yes, I know.” My voice shook as badly as my hands as I lifted up a bit to lessen the peek
show and then shoved the box’s lid down, rudely ignoring his hand. No way in hell I could
touch the man again. He’d already ruined a pair of my panties. “I mean -- I don’t know.
Er… well, I’ve heard of you, that is. Mr. Byrne of Davidoff Financial.”
His chuckle lit all kinds of butterflies in my stomach, and a shaky smile pullaed at my lips as I
fought to control the turmoil in my brain.
“I’m sorry.” Heat flooded my cheeks anew. “I’m so, so sorry.”
I struggled to stand, my purse dangling from my forearm, the wrecked box in my hands, my
glasses tilting again. “I don’t even have a tissue to offer you for your shoes and I should.
Allergy season, you know? The ragweed kills me every time this year.”
The box wobbled in my shaking arms.
Jamison grasped my elbow and steadied me, jerking my gaze up to his face again. He towered
over my five-foot-two, and his divine scent, spice with a hint of wintergreen… it stuck to my
nose, coated my lungs. I couldn’t breathe him in deeply enough.
G-good God. So pretty. So golden. Beautiful, beautiful, boy…
“Steady?” he asked, his lush-looking lips still smiling.
I nodded like a dumb idiot even though I would much rather have said no in the hope his w
arm hold on my elbow would linger. What would that large hand feel like sliding up my arm
to grasp my nape? Would I swoon if he lowered his head and swept his lips over mine? Lips,
perfectly bowed and pink… soft looking. Delicious, actually --
© Lynn Burke 2018
ADULT EXCERPT:
He leaned down, close enough my breath caught, and we stopped moving with the music.
“Give me the green light, Kelly.”
Mind blank, I blinked.
“If you don’t say no right now, I’m going to kiss you.”
“Yes,” I heard myself whisper. He must have read my lips because there’s no way he heard
my voice above the band.
Jamison brushed his lips across mine, and everything but the thump of my heart faded to
silence. Gentle sweeps of his soft mouth liquefied my bones, and I sagged against his hard
chest.
One hand pulled me flush against him as the other cradled my nape, and oh, lordy, did I
hang onto his shirt for dear life. He licked along the seam of my lips, and I opened, trembling
and near weeping at the pure deliciousness of his kiss. His breath. His clasp on my neck—
tender yet…dominant in his hold.
Wintergreen swarmed my senses along with the flavor of his mouth, the sweet, underlying
taste of Jamison, and while my body was more than ready to be ravished, the feeling only
intensified as the hardness trapped in his jeans pressed against my belly.
Gone. No other word for it. Caught up in a maelstrom of feeling easily topping a ten, I didn’t
know what to do or think. Unable to even make a rational decision, I rode the wave, letting
him lead.
Too soon, much too damn soon, he pulled back and rested his forehead on mine as we both
fought for air. He started swaying again, our bodies still pressed tightly together, his grip on
my neck lessening. Eventually, he began soothing his hand down my hair, and I closed my
eyes, knowing I’d lost a major battle.
If Jamison asked me to go home with him, I wouldn’t hesitate, the jerk. He hadn’t gotten into
my panties, but he sure as hell weaseled his way to the brink where I wanted him to reach
inside my waistband and blow my damn mind.
He twisted his fist up in my hair and tipped my head back, the slight sting sending a pulse
straight down to my pussy. The intensity in his dark eyes sent another rush of moisture
between my thighs. My mind whispered yes to whatever question he planned on tossing
out, my body so on board I wanted to cry.
“Dinner?”
What was up with me and the damn blinking? Simple idiot… He had to think that of me.
“Do you want to get some dinner?” he asked again, his lips quirking in a smirk.
I wanted to press against his hard-on and tell him I’d have a dose of that for dinner,
but… I’m no notch. “Sure,” I managed.
© Lynn Burke 2018
ABOUT LYNN BURKE:
Lynn Burke is a full time mother, voracious gardener, and scribbler of spicy romance stories.
A country bumpkin turned Bay Stater, she enjoys her chowdah and Dunkin Donuts when
not trying to escape the reality of city life.
Website: https://www.authorlynnburke.com/
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