"A spicy and sweet quick read."
Reviewed by Vicky Gilpin
Posted May 28, 2012
Romance Erotica Sensual
Jonas Phoenix's buddy Wade didn't realize what he was doing
when he opened his family up to Jonas, particularly when he
met Wade's sister, Deanna. Jonas has never been able to
forget her, but she doesn't want to be another notch on his
bedpost. Now, he challenges her to a weekend alone to see
what happens and what happens is not only sexy, it is out of
this world. There is one catch. Despite Jonas's friendly
stalking, they don't realize that true danger stalks them
both. PLEASURE BOUND is a realistic and steamy novel. A quick
read, it is the perfect escapist fantasy, and the characters
have a nice combination of wit and seduction as they try to
draw each other to the foregone conclusion.
SUMMARY
When Desire Burns This Hot... With his sexy smile and rock-hard body, P.I. Jonas Phoenix
is used to having women flock to his bed. But these days
there's only one woman Jonas wants-and she won't give him
the time of day. The Only Choice... Deanna Harrison knows she can't fight her attraction to
Jonas forever, but she's looking for more than a fling. So
Jonas issues Deanna a challenge: give him one weekend at
his Miami beach house to win her over. No strings attached.
No limitations. Is Surrender... Once in Miami, the sexual tension erupts as Deanna finally
lets go-and lets Jonas pleasure her in ways she's only
dreamed of. But while their bond grows stronger, danger
lurks close by-and it could be deadly for them both...
ExcerptJonas tore himself out of his thoughts and sprinted
toward the front door. His entire body went from zero to
sixty as he glanced through the peephole. It seemed to take
a shitload of time to unlock the door and get it open. When
he did, Jonas nearly swallowed his tongue at the sight that
greeted him.
Deanna stood in the hallway wearing a short black dress
and a pair of the sexiest black pumps he'd ever seen on a
woman. Attractive didn't begin to describe her. Long legs,
silky dark hair spilling down over her shoulders, and
curves in all the right places. His hands itched to reach
out and touch.
"Deanna," he said by way of greeting.
She planted one hand on her hip and clutched a small
black purse in the other. "Are you going to let me in or
what?"
Jonas grinned at her sullen expression and stepped back
to give her room to enter. After she was inside, he shut
and locked the door. Deanna looked around the room; no
doubt the interior designer in her was hard at work
measuring up his furnishings. He, on the other hand, was
busy measuring her up. Such a sweet ass. What he'd love to
do to that delicious body part alone. Yum.
"Uh, I told you I needed a decorator, so don't complain
if it's not up to par."
She turned, halting his little fantasy. "It's not so
bad."
"It's ugly as hell and we both know it."
Their gazes clashed. "I didn't come here to talk about
your couch."
Jonas moved closer, noticing the way her spine
stiffened. "I was hoping not," he murmured. "And?"
"I'll come to Miami with you."
She said it so fast; Jonas had to take a second before
the full meaning of her words hit him. "Be sure, Deanna. Be
damn sure."
She nodded and placed her palms against his chest. "I
am. I'm through denying myself."
He kept his hands at his sides and willed himself to
stay calm. "I won't hurt you, kitten. I'm not Gary."
"I know you aren't, but I'm not the fling type of woman,
Jonas. I don't do casual sex."
"Good," he growled. "There's nothing casual about what I
feel for you."
Jonas wrapped his arms around her and pulled her against
him, needing to feel her curves and valleys; then he tasted
her as if he had all night. He licked her lips, and they
parted for him. He thrust his tongue in and fucked her hot
mouth. Her soft, pliable flesh against his hard body made
him crazy with need. She was a drug to him. At that moment,
Jonas knew he would do anything, say anything, to be inside
of her sweet heat. The idea that she had so much control
over him pissed him off.
Jonas lifted his head and stared down at her closed eyes
and flushed face. He took in the scoop neckline of her
dress and the tops of her heaving mounds of flesh that were
exposed. Christ, what he wouldn't give to tug the material
a few inches south, to see her tits all plump and soft and
ready to be suckled. He ached to wrap his lips around her
nipples and nibble on them with his teeth. Bending his
knees, Jonas lifted her into his arms and strode toward the
couch.
Her eyes shot open when he sat her down in the center.
He saw realization dawn in their pretty
depths. "W–what are you doing?"
"Giving you a taste of what you'll get in Miami."
"Jonas, please."
He wasn't certain whether she was pleading for him to
continue or let her get up and leave. Jonas bent down and
kissed her again, tasting her sweetness. He lifted an inch
and asked, "Please what, Deanna?"
She buried her fingers in his hair and tugged him
forward. "Please kiss me again."
"Mmm, my pleasure, kitten." He tilted her head back,
forcing her to look at him as he covered her mouth with
his. She let out a little whimper. "You've been driving me
crazy," he whispered between kisses. "I've been a pain in
the ass all week because I couldn't stop thinking about
you." He kissed his way over her chin and lower. When his
lips found the jumpy vein in her neck, he licked and
sucked. Deanna's fingers tightened, pulling almost
painfully at his hair. "Soon I'm going to kiss every inch
of you. I'm going to fill you up." Jonas went to his knees
in front of her and took hold of the hem of her
dress. "Until then, until Miami, there's this..."
"Jonas, what are you doing to me?" she asked in a voice
gone husky with her arousal.
"I've been dying to taste you," he answered. Deanna's
eyes rounded and fire sparked to life in their brown
depths. "Lift up a little for me. Prove to me that you want
this."
When she quickly complied, Jonas's dick hardened. He
slipped her dress upward a few inches, not quite exposing
her panties. The satin of her lightly tanned skin beckoned
him. Lowering his head, Jonas kissed a little mole high on
her inner thigh. "Jesus, you have the sexiest legs I've
ever seen." When he pushed the dress up to her waist,
exposing a black, silky thong, Jonas's dick wept with
joy. "Goddamn, that's hot."
She started to protest, and he could see the way her
cheeks bloomed pink at his erotic words. He didn't know how
experienced Deanna was, but he suspected she was way too
innocent for the likes of him. Not that it mattered,
because he wasn't going anywhere.
Jonas fingered the leg band of the thong and hummed his
approval. "Did you wear this for me, Deanna?" She licked
her lips and stayed silent. Her gaze ate him up, though. If
she only knew what that look was doing to his
self–control, she'd get up and run.
Not willing to give her too much time to rethink her
decision, Jonas tugged the little black scrap of material
to one side, baring her pussy for the first time...
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