A big man who exudes sexuality... but is Hunter Beal too good to be true? A young wife in a foreign land... in India for an archeological dig... a rugged man who makes her turn to jelly... Surrounded by handsome men, a beautiful American is an attraction and a distraction for the men in the desert – and they aren’t about to be denied what they want – even if it means using more than a little persuasion! For a young bride who has been denied so long, it’s all a bit overwhelming – and all so incredibly tempting! Continue reading...
Katt loves her husband – will a handsome stranger make her forget her vows? Can she save her marriage if she gives in to her desires?
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"How could someone with a bottom as pretty as yours be interested in ancient artifacts?"
The tone was deep and lazy and Katt's first reaction was to whirl and face the male intrusion. And it was male. No woman alive could mimic such bedrock mass. Besides, she was the only woman at the dig sight.
Katt pushed herself to a standing position. Then, with a deliberately casual movement, she turned to face him.
The first impression she received was of an American male whose stance and tight-fitting jeans emphasized the force of his thighs and the slimness of his hips.
"Well, well, well," he said with frank admiration, his dark, insolent eyes sharp and assessing.
In a matter of a second, Katt took him in. A thick crop of dark, wavy hair tumbled carelessly across his forehead. His wind and sunbaked face held the shadow of a beard, which gave him an even more manly aura. Massive shoulders filled the tee shirt he wore to bursting. His arms were muscled and his hands long-fingered and strong. Her eyes lingered at his crotch, acutely conscious of the tempting, magnificent bulk cupped by the denim. His long, quarterback legs moved toward her, and her eyes flew back up to his face.
"If Ted would have told me he had a beautiful assistant arriving today, I would have rolled out the welcome mat." He stopped and extended his hand. "Hunter Beal."
Katt shook his hand, trying to conceal the effect his electric touch was having on her. "Katt."
On hearing her name, he grinned, with more than a spark of eroticism. And even though it sent her pulse racing, she deliberately, omitted her last name. Something perverse in her wanted to give the devil all the rope he needed to hang himself. It would be funny to see his reaction when he discovered that she was not an assistant to Ted, but his wife.
"Cat ... short for Catherine?"
"No. Just Katt." She spelled it out for him.
"Unusual, interesting but still just as suggestive."
"Oh? How is that?"
"It suggests that you might purr."
"I do if I'm petted right," she retorted, feeling her insides turn to mush as he took another step forward, bringing his bulging crotch within flaming distance of her own crotch.
"How do you like to be petted, Katt? What makes you purr?" He pressed forward slightly, his firm cock a whisper graze against her. Light as it was, his touch was like an act of possession.
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Will Katt allow herself to be seduced? If she does, will she ever overcome her regrets? Or – can sexual pleasures ease away all the uncertainty? When Katt learns her beloved husband has been unfaithful while in India – can she forgive him? Can she overcome her jealousies to share her husband with the other woman?
Not a romance novel, but a surprisingly hot erotic novel with an interesting setting and encounters.
Warning Explicit Content: Adults Only.
