Dawn Ryder | They’re Back!

Don’t be coy….you know what I’m talking about. Girl Scout Cookies! Little morsels of temptation, delivered by angels too adorable to ignore. Wasn’t it just a month ago that we we’re all making New Years resolutions? Eating heathy. I’m such a goner when those boxes of Thin Mints come into sight. And then…well…I know the girls want their patch for the year….so, it become an obligation…really….Two boxes you say? Two boxes will not get that girl her patch! You have to go for ten at least. Why? Well so you get that smile to cross her lips. Never seen that smile? Clearly you have never bought ten boxes at one time.

LOL!

Sorry….I am silly. It beats being a ‘Johnny Rain cloud’. I do like Girl Scout cookies and just like Ground Hog Day, the arrival of those Thin Mint cookies heralds the approach of spring. Now I know, some of you are glaring at me through your snow covered walk ways. Punxsutawney Phil did in fact see his shadow yesterday, so six more weeks of winter. I found it really funny that the other ground hog bit the mayor when the man claimed the groundhog didn’t see his shadow….Mr. Mayor, I think that groundhog was telling you that he’s not getting up because it’s not spring yet. Mine you, I don’t claim to speak ground hog, but I do have a husband and I have seen a similar look on cold weekend mornings when I am trying to get him up.

Well…snow or spring…we shall have Girl Scout cookies. If it’s still snowing, another reason to buy those ten boxes when you see one of those dedicated gals out there.

And if you need a nice, hot read… FILTHY RICH is releasing today. It’s a follow up to ‘Out of Bounds’. I hope you all enjoy it. I’m a new Twitter gal…drop by and follow me!

Cheers!

Dawn Ryder

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About FILTHY RICH

SHE'S FIGHTING FOR CONTROL... Celeste Connor swore that she'd never be a victim again. After the hell of her abusive ex, the last thing she needs is to be under another man's thumb. But when she catches the eye of fiercely dominant Nartan Lupan at her best friend's wedding, Celeste finds herself drawn into a glittering world of wealth and power that has her body aching and her mind reeling.

HE'S FIGHTING TO MAKE HER HIS... Nartan is a filthy rich businessman who works hard, plays harder, and doesn't take no for an answer-and he wants Celeste with a hunger he's never before felt. He'll do whatever it takes to have her. But Nartan didn't expect that he'd want still more...

Fresh Fiction reviewer Pat Pascale says "FILTHY RICH is a tantalizing read with steamy sex--a combo that is hard to beat." Read our full review here.

Excerpt from FILTHY RICH

Nartan clasped her hand and pulled her down to where he’d been. He lifted his head, judging the wind. The wolf let out a yip and joined the rest as they scratched at the dirt and one another. Two of them would circle one of them, lowering their heads and yipping. The wolf in the center was the one who lifted its head and let out a long howl.

“The Alpha…” Nartan whispered.

He had his arm draped around her, his scent filling her senses.

Why did he smell so good?

Not that it really mattered. He was still as pond water but his skin was warm. His attention was on the wolves but she felt like it was on her as well. He shifted, just a bit and inhaled next to her hair.

Fresh from bed, it was a soft cloud. She reached up, subconscious of how messy it was. He caught her hand and stopped her as the alpha looked at them. The animal’s eyes were pools of moonlight. Its mouth was open, giving her a glimpse of its long, canine teeth. It made a low sound before pushing its front paws out and stretching its neck up and tilting its head until it’s nose pointed at the moon. A long, mournful cry filled the night.

It felt like she was suspended in time. They might have been anywhere, in any year.

“Lower your head.”

He tucked his chin and cupped her nap.

“To show submission…”

Celeste stiffened. Nartan chuckled in a bare whisper next to her ear. “To the Alpha.”

She bent, the wolf watching her before losing interest and moving along with the pack.

Nartan massaged her neck, his fingers working the stiffness from the muscles as she straightened. “Well done.”

It felt like there was an innuendo in his comment. But maybe she was just being too sensitive.

To-be-dealt-with list.

She drew in a deep breath and forced herself to relax. The wolves were moving away now, heading toward a forested area. The alpha looked back at them before it disappeared into the timber.

“That was amazing.” She whispered.

Nartan’s hand was under her hair, the touch so intimate but she was loath to pull away. He threaded his fingers through her hair, pulling his hand free as he finger combed the stands. He watched her as he did it, his eyes reflecting the moonlight just like the alphas had.

He was in his element.

Call it cheesy or lame but she couldn’t shake it.

So she rose, backing away from him as he stood. His shirt was open all the way down his front, his jeans sagging low on his waist because he didn’t have a belt on. And his feet were bare.

“Aren’t you cold?”

He slowly smiled and extended his hand. “Judge for yourself.”

She started to reach for him and froze. Indecisions held her in its grip as the wind blew her hair around. One of his dark eyebrows rose as she hesitated.

Chicken…

She reached out and touched him. Allowed her fingertips to rest on his forearm for a moment that felt like a mini eternity. It ended when he twisted his arm around and captured her wrist. He stepped up to her, pulling her toward him. She could have broken the hold, if she was able to think.

Which she wasn’t.

Her brain seemed to have shut down. Somehow, she was caught in a storm of sensations, completely unwilling to think about anything. She simply wanted to experience the moment.

Well, it was quite a moment.

Rich with scents and sensation that were intoxicating. His breath teased her ear and then her cheek. A shudder shook her, sending a tiny gasp through her lips. Nartan took advantage of her parted lips. Pressing his down on top of them and tasting them slowly.

God, how long had it been since she was kissed?

Pleasure flowed through her, gaining strength like a flame catching a wick. Sure, she knew that a candle was for lighting but until it was lit, the memory of how bright it could shine was dim.

She stepped back. Startled by how much she liked his kiss.

She wanted more.

A hell of a lot more.

But she turned and headed back into the house before she did anything impulsive.

Moon madness. That was all.

Only she wasn’t really sure if she would ever be sane again.