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All three books are included in this edition.
BLINDSIGHT (Part One)
I want her.
She thinks I need her.
What she doesn't know is she needs me more.
I'm hiring her to protect her.
To save her life.
To make her beg.
Because her big brown eyes make my d-ck pound and the thought of leaving her to the wolves makes my heart bleed. But the past is colliding with an out of focus present that's on course to a fatal future. Unless I can beat fate at its own game.
BLINDSIGHT (Part Two)
She and I were far from chance.
Our first meeting orchestrated.
Our forever ill-fated.
Because I'm her enemy.
I'm her savior.
I'm her nightmare Romeo.
She'll thank me at the end of this, and if she doesn't, I'll force her to beg.
BLINDSIGHT (Part Three - only available in the complete bundled series )
The web of secrets surrounding Hunter and Erin begins to unravel in the gripping final installment of the Blindsight series...
The only woman I've ever loved: taken.
The only man I've ever called a father: wanted.
I was hired to watch her, tasked myself with protecting her, and now I have to save her.
I tried to be her Romeo, but despite everything the past crashed into our lives like wild thunder.
She begged me to run, I begged her to stay, until a force greater than both of us took over.
Betrayal comes in threes, and the other shoe's about to drop.
*Blindsight is intended for a mature audience only due to graphic sex, violence, and language
``I have something to show you.''.
``I think I can feel it,'' I teased and nipped at his lips when his hands threaded through my hair and he thrust his tongue into my mouth.
``Not that,'' he finally replied when he pulled away with a rakish grin. ``It's downstairs.'' He guided me out of bed and I trailed behind him, admiring the view of his boxers sitting low on his hips, the sharp dimples above his ass cheeks making my mouth water. ``Here it is.'' He nodded and I followed his gaze to land on a huge, narrow box propped against one wall. At least twelve feet tall and at least half as wide, I knew it could only be one thing. ``I haven't seen it yet, wanted to do it with you.'' His eyes sparkled as his fingers tightened in mine.
I swallowed the insecurity that was crawling its way up my throat and nodded, too anxious for words. His hand dropped and he pulled a box cutter from a shelf and went to work. Within minutes the edge was sliced open and his deft hands were sliding a bubble-wrapped work of art from its confines. I sucked in a sharp breath when he pulled away the layers protecting the piece.
Staring back was a close up of my body, draped across dark leather, a strand of pearls coiled in my navel and trailing down between my naked thighs. A shudder raced through me at the memory of the cool pearls against my hot skin, sending pulsing lust through my bloodstream, then and now.
``Wow.'' I finally blinked and looked at Hunter.
``It's fucking perfect.'' He mused as his finger trailed across the curve of my rib cage and danced across the delicate lace covering my round breasts. The faint outline of an erect nipple could be seen through the transparent fabric. His hand continued up the photo along the sharp angles of my collarbone, past my neck, stretched away from the camera, my lips slightly parted and eyes downcast in shadow. ``Guys are coming to hang it tomorrow.''
``Really?'' I gasped, eyes still riveted to the stunning erotic photo that was somehow...me.
``Puttin' it right at the entrance.'' His hand returned to mine and his body was invading my space. His breath washed across my skin. ``Everyone that comes to the door will see your beautiful body.'' He pulled me up the steps and into his entryway, indicating the wall where my picture would hang.
My legs turned to jelly and my brain fizzled as arousal flooded my senses. ``I love when you say things like that,'' I murmured, feeling more turned on than I'd ever been.
``Mmm, like when I put you on display like a little slut?'' His lips were attacking my neck, his tongue laving up my ear and pulling at the lobe with his teeth.
``Jesus, I want to feel you inside me,'' I begged, my hands already working his boxers down his waist. My palms grazed across his rigid ass cheeks and I squeezed, loving the feel of his hard body in contrast to my soft one.
``Maybe I should fuck you right here, in front of the window that looks right out over the street,'' and before I could reply was planting my hands on the cool glass of his entryway and yanking down my panties. A groan radiated from my throat. If he fucked me here against the window anyone walking by could see us, see me.
``Oh God, Hunter...'' I breathed, needing to be fucked right now. Hard and fast without a second thought of an audience. The thought of being watched while Hunter took every single inch of my body turned me on shamefully.
``You like the idea of people watching you, baby?'' His words were followed by the loud click of a doorknob, then a slow whoosh of warm air danced across my skin.
Oh Jesus. He'd opened the fucking front door. Right here with his dick poised at my entrance, cars creeping by at twenty miles per hour admiring the finely landscaped city homes, and me. About to be fucked like a dirty whore.
``Mm, fuck yeah you like that. You're so turned on, so wet. Say it, baby,'' he urged as he fisted at my full ass cheeks. ``Tell me what you need.''
``I need,'' I gasped when his thick cock invaded. ``Need you to fuck me, now.'' I was nearly growling with desperate pleasure.
A soft groan sounded before he landed a swift smack at my ass, and then another right on the same spot. The stinging pleasure turned to a sharp burn and I yelped, pulling away reflexively before he yanked me back to him. ``You need my belt around your neck to keep you still?''
His hand gripped around the root of his cock as he eased his thick girth inside me. A thumb grazed the hot, sensitive bud of my ass, a feral hiss escaping my lips when he eased one deft digit past the tight ring of muscle. His complete ownership of my body, his to show-off, his to play with, blasted my senses with waves of disgraceful desire. "Keep it quiet, Erin. Wouldn't want anyone to see those pretty tits, your slutty cunt wrapped around my dick, begging me to take this sweet ass." His sinewy form stretched across my back, his warm breath lighting fire across my nape and sending shivers through every nerve. "Shh.'' One punishing palm, the same that'd just eased his cock into my soaked pussy, wrapped around my mouth, choking off words and heaving pants. Caging me from all else but him, his body, his hands, his words. ``Anyone catches you, it'd be front page news. Maybe a video uploaded on the internet." His words and his roughened digits grating against nerve-endings that pulsed with white hot lust. "Ah, here comes someone now."
Adriane Leigh was born and raised in a snowbank in Michigan's Upper Peninsula and now lives among the sand dunes of the Lake Michigan lakeshore.
She graduated with a Literature degree but never particularly enjoyed reading Shakespeare or Chaucer.
She is married to a tall, dark, and handsome guy, and plays mama to two sweet baby girls. She is a voracious reader and wishes she had more time to knit scarves to keep her warm during the arctic Michigan winters.