Katie and Gavin are now married and still as much in love as ever. While Gavin’s hands are full with his new responsibilities as CEO of Danvers Industries, Katie is increasingly pushing the boundaries of his rules for her personal safety and testing his limits as her husband. It seems she still hasn’t learned that her strong Scottish spouse can be pushed only so far before it earns her a painful trip over his knee.

When mysterious problems begin popping up at Danvers Industries in one department after another, it’s a mystery to all involved. When things go from bad to worse, Gavin calls in a forensic investigator and the family is stunned by what he uncovers.

How will the family deal with the resulting sense of betrayal, and can Katie and Gavin help heal the wounds?

This is book three in the Family Business series, but can be enjoyed as a standalone.

Publisher’s Note: This steamy romance contains elements of romance, mystery, and power exchange.

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Excerpt

For Gavin, the sight of his beautiful wife lying there naked and trusting was powerful, and he could feel himself becoming aroused.

He leaned forward and kissed her but then forced himself to pull away again. His work wasn’t finished. He took the small bottle and dribbled watermelon-flavored oil on her front—her shoulders, each breast, down her tummy, and above her thighs, and then he started rubbing it in, going more gently on this side. He rubbed the oil on her breasts and then around and around her nipples, watching as they became firm and erect.

“I need to taste my work,” he said with a smile as he leaned forward and sucked on a watermelon-flavored nipple. “Not bad,” he said appreciatively and then tried the other.

He continued rubbing oil on her whole body, across her tummy and down her legs, saving the best for last.

“Spread your legs.”

She did as he asked, and he took the bottle and dribbled some oil onto her soft fold, watching her react to the cool wet feel. Then he took his fingers and slid them back and forth in the moisture, holding one of her knees so she couldn’t close in reaction to the intensity.

He watched her squirm as he continued spreading the oil into every crevice. Finally she couldn’t stand it any longer.

“Are you going to massage all night?” she asked.

“You’re the one who asked for a real massage,” he reminded her, looking amused. “Have I fulfilled my duty?”

“Yes.”

He stood up and started stripping off his own clothes. “Thank God. I just used up a month’s supply of self-control.”

He got into bed with her, a broad smile on his face.

“I’ve been looking forward to watermelon all day.” 

Author Bio

Laura’s been creating stories for as long as she can remember but only recently decided to go public.  Having spent some of her childhood and then much of her married life living abroad, she has no true home and considers herself a global nomad. She now lives with her retired husband and their two Siamese cats in Mexico.

Laura’s had a lifelong interest in classical music, travel, and languages, and she’s a sucker for a tender animal story.

She loves writing about alpha (gentle)men and the ladies in their lives.