Private Lives Book 1|
May 1, 2009 (eBook)
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Hell hath no fury like a scorned woman—with toys.
Renny Johnson has no idea why her ex-husband broke into her house in the middle of the night. She plans to find out—right after he wakes up from a close encounter with his own baseball bat. As long as she’s got him tied up, she might as well make him answer every unanswered question about their divorce.
Nicholas sneaked into the house, hoping to retrieve his precious autographed bat without having to face Renny’s wrath. He didn’t expect her to knock him out with it. Then again, who can blame her? He left her to take a walk on the wild side, to search for that missing something he thought he couldn’t find in his marriage.
Now that he’s completely at her mercy, he’s about to find out how merciless—and how incredibly sexy—his ex can be. The night becomes a wild roller coaster ride of amazing sex, dominance and submission, and maybe the beginning of a brand new chapter in their lives.
Unless the flames burn out of control…
Read an Excerpt
When she stepped back in the room, Renny had a plan. Nicholas jumped a bit when she slammed into the room. His dark eyes widened when he gazed into hers.
“Tell me the truth. Did you start going to sex clubs before or after we separated?” she snapped.
His face blanched. “How did you find out about that?”
“That’s not an answer.” She picked up the bat and poked him in the shoulder. “Before or after?”
She held her breath, dreading his answer would be something she didn’t want to hear at all.
“After, baby. I never cheated on you.”
Renny stared into his soul for what seemed like an hour before she accepted his answer. Thank God. The last thing she needed was to be the other woman.
“Who told you about it?” Nicholas asked quietly.
She tossed the bat into the corner and picked up the scissors from the top of the dresser. “Doesn’t matter. What matters is that you went there for something you didn’t get from our marriage bed. That bothers me.”
He apparently had no answer for that, although his mouth opened and closed, keeping an eye on the scissors closely.
“I’m not the same person I was when we were married. I’d like to think I learned a lot in the last year about who I am and what I want in my life. Plain, ordinary vanilla is out, hot and spicy are in.”
“I could tell that the second I saw those panties, Renny… I… uh, they were hot.” He shifted on the floor.
He licked his lips and Renny’s stomach jumped. “Yeah, hot.”
She stood over him and straddled his chest, giving him a clear view of her pussy. “How hot?”
His hungry gaze centered on her and she immediately grew damp, a small trickle of moisture on her nether lips. She didn’t remember ever being so turned on by her husband in the ten years they were married. And here she was, nearly naked, and him tied up and all she could think about was fucking his brains out. She knew Nicky’s body. It was hard and delicious, and from the look of him, he’d kept up the workouts.
She squatted down so she hovered right over his hip with her back to him, the heat from their bodies nearly connecting. After setting the scissors on the floor, she reached for the rope and noticed her hands shaking again, dammit.
Control, Renny, control.
“What’s it called?” She fumbled with the carabiner. After she released it, he straightened his legs with a groan, lightly brushing his jeans against her inner thighs. A shot of pure adrenaline slammed through her. Thank God she couldn’t see his face.
She kneeled and put her heat directly on his outer leg, hissing at the contact. He jerked and Renny closed her eyes, trying to get hold of her runaway arousal.
“The sex club. What was it called?” She picked at the knots, feeling the delicious rasp of his jeans on her heated core.
“Called?” his voice had grown huskier. “Um, Nirvana. It’s called Nirvana.”
She got his feet untied and flipped around to face him, shocked to see naked longing instead of his usually controlled expression.
“Did you find it there?”
“Find what?” he choked as she leaned forward, giving him a clear view of her breasts in the gaping opening of the robe.
If her nipples got any harder, they might poke a hole in the damn thing.
“Nirvana. It’s heaven, right? Or something like that?” She slowly unwound the knot around his hands, enjoying the way he simply lay there, letting her keep control.
“No, I didn’t find it there.”
She nodded as if she expected his response, which was far from the truth.
“Tell me what you did there.” Her heart pounded in her chest as the last of the knots came loose. She untied him because she wanted to, because she knew Nicky didn’t want to hurt her or scare her.
Because she wanted to see exactly what would happen when he wasn’t tied up at her mercy. Would he still want her to be in charge? The thought made her even wetter.
What the Critic says
ON HIS KNEES took me on an emotional ride. Highly intense, infinitely provocative, and extremely eye opening, I read it cover to cover in one sitting.— 4.5 Blue Ribbons, Romance Junkies
…a story that you could really find yourself relating to. ON HIS KNEES is about rediscovery, for not only Renny, but also for Nicholas. I’ll leave the discovery parts for you to read, trust me when I tell you; it’s quite shocking, but wonderfully refreshing. Like discovering your own hidden passions, very well done Beth!— 4.5 Kisses, Two Lips Reviews
…a unique tale of give and take that will feed the readers imagination. Ms. Williamson gives the readers a thrilling tale that will have them screaming for more.— 5 Angels, Fallen Angels Reviews