Part 2: Forever Romance Menage a Trois Release Blitz | HIS EVERY FANTASY

Forever Romance's #FreakyFriday continues with an excerpt from HIS EVERY FANTASY by Delilah Devlin!

About HIS EVERY FANTASY

The last thing ex-SEAL Sergei Gun needs is a complication. As part of a powerful black-ops company, he's led an extraction team into the Mexican jungle to rescue two men who have been kidnapped. Everything has gone according to plan until Sergei discovers a third hostage-an exquisitely beautiful woman with a secret haunting her stormy gray eyes. With no choice but to bring her back to the compound deep in the sultry, steamy Louisiana bayou, Sergei vows to protect her, body and soul . . .

Kara Nichols never imagined that she'd capture the interest of a powerful man like Sergei. What began as a simple rescue mission ignites into a passionate affair. As Sergei teaches her the tantalizing art of surrender, Kara finds herself more than willing to shed every last one of her inhibitions and submit to him fully. But the dark, dangerous forces that captured Kara aren't ready to let her go so easily . . .

Excerpt from HIS EVERY FANTASY

She glanced down at her bikini, and then upward again, scanning his bare chest and hoping she wasn’t drooling, because she was so over wanting him. She took the glass and sipped from the straw. Orange and pineapple and a touch of vodka exploded on her tongue. “Thanks,” she said, unsure what more she could say without blurting out her anger over his abandonment.

So, maybe she wasn’t over him. The thought deflated her. Her gaze dropped to her drink.

Sergei lowered to sit in the sand beside her chaise. “You’re rested?”

“I am. The bed is very comfortable.” She couldn’t pull her gaze from him. His was directed at the sea, his strong profile achingly dear.

The moment stretched, and she grew restless. After she’d missed her chance back at the mansion to lay it all out there, to bare her soul, she’d lost her courage. But anger rose again, giving starch to her backbone. “Do you feel anything for me?” God, had she really asked that out loud? How pathetic must she sound?

Sergei’s face swung toward her.

Reading what was going on behind his brown eyes was impossible. But his mouth, dear Lord, his mouth—the firm line was softening, curving into his familiar crooked smile.

“Are you angry with me?”

She was glaring. So maybe that question was looking for the secrets locked deep inside her. “I am. After everything we shared, you put me in a guest room.”

“You needed rest.” His eyebrows rose. “You were swaying on your feet when we arrived.”

“I needed comfort. I was scared.” Her fingers tightened on the wooden arm of the chaise.

“But you were safe. You had nothing to fear.”

“I wasn’t afraid of being attacked again, you moron. I was afraid you didn’t love me.” She clamped her jaws closed and stared at him wide-eyed. Nothing like blurting out my feelings.

His mouth stretched and he began to laugh. Loudly. Holding his belly and bending.

Infuriating. With a determined move, she reached out and tipped her glass over his head.

Then he laughed harder. “Better run, sweetheart. You’ve earned a spanking.”

Her heart thrilled, and she pushed off the chaise, squealing as she ran for the water. She was thigh deep when a strong arm looped around her waist and pulled her hard against a solid wall of muscle.

“So I’m a moron?” he growled in her ear.

“I don’t know where that came from,” she gasped. But she was lying. She’d wanted to call him a bastard, a motherfucker, every foul name she could think of, she was so frustrated by the distance he’d placed between them.

In the next instant, she went still, remembering what he’d just said. “You’re going to spank me?”

“Later. Promise,” he whispered.

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