It takes Wonder Woman courage and Superman strength to heal the wounds of abuse and…perhaps to love again.

Special Agent Jamie Gallagher had a rough start. Her years in foster care gave her a personal drive unlike most people.
Everything she touched became a testament to her strength. From an Olympic gold medal at seventeen to the Secret Service and finally settling in with the FBI. Her life has purpose and there isn’t room for anything else, including a man or a serious relationship.

New York billionaire Colin MacKenzie led a privileged life but achieved his own success with acceptance to Harvard and furthered it when he, and his college roommate, sold an app in a multi-million-dollar deal. He then started and grew his business into a multi-billion-dollar corporation. With little to no success with dating, as most women saw his bank account before they saw him, he’s not sure if he’ll get married or if he even wants to.

When an attempt is made on Colin’s life, the FBI assigns Jaime as his bodyguard. She is forced to move into Colin’s Manhattan penthouse until the suspect is apprehended, and once there the sparks fly. Colin is immediately taken by the sultry redhead and has difficulty remembering that he’s merely an assignment. Jaime must protect Colin’s life but who will protect her heart?

This is book three in the Steel and Desire series but can be enjoyed independently.

Publisher’s Note: This contemporary romance is intended for adults only. It contains elements of danger, mystery, suspense, sensual scenes and power exchange. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase.

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Excerpt

     “Fancy move, darling. But your flirting with danger. I’m a Dominant and there’ll be no topping from the bottom.” He kissed her deeply, thoroughly. Her mouth all pink and wet, swollen from his kisses. What would they feel like around his cock? If she knew the dark things he wanted to do to her she’d run screaming. He could play at vanilla sex but he wanted more. His needs. Demanded to be sated. “Just to be clear, the Dominant is the top and the submissive is the bottom. The top is in control and the bottom submits.”

     “Yes.”

     “So, you want to play?”

     “Affirmative.”

     “Here are the rules. If I give an order your response will be Yes, Sir.”

     “Okay.”

     “Nope. Try again.”

     “I mean, yes…yes, Sir.”

     “Better.” He ran a finger across the top of her lacy bra. He blew his warm breath on her neck, then pressed his lips against her skin. His hands grasped her buttocks and squeezed, then slipped underneath the soft beige satin. He massaged the flesh and it warmed under his touch. “I’ve wanted you since I first set eyes on you in that damned shop.”

     She splayed her hands on his chest and pushed back. “What? When I made a total ass of myself? You found that attractive?”

     Her long hair draped his shoulders and he reached up and smoothed it down her back.      “I was enchanted.” Colin’s hands slid up her spine and released the clasp securing her bra. He dragged the straps down her shoulders, ever so slowly, his fingertips making her skin tingle. Pressing her onto the mattress again, he threw the lacy garment over his shoulder. He cupped one breast in his hand and she moaned. Colin inhaled Jamie’s intoxicating scent, like something warm and sweet just out of the oven. He nibbled her neck and she giggled, curling into him. His lips found a taut nipple and he laved it in rhythmic strokes. She pressed her breast against his lips, urging him to take more. More, more. He sucked hard and she slung a leg over him, hugging him closer.

     Nose-to-nose, he whispered, “If you think this is going to be like a date with your vibrator, you’re in for a disappointment. Sex is not a race. I intend to take my time.”

    “Promises, promises.” Her warm breath tickled his chin.

     He nipped her lower lip, then retreated. “I consider it more of a threat.”

     “Do your worst, Sir. I can take it.” She draped her arms around his neck.

     A laugh rumbled through his chest. “Oh darling. You’re being brave, but don’t poke   the bear.”

     “I’m an FBI agent. I like living dangerously.”

     “Be careful what you wish for, my dear. I’m a professional.”

      She kissed him hard and he responded, probing her mouth with his tongue. He wanted to explore every inch of her, stimulate each erogenous zone, find every sensitive spot.  Give her more pleasure than any human being deserved.

     He knelt between her knees and removed her panties, landing them on the floor, then planted her heels on either side of him. “God, you are so beautiful. Your body is magnificent and I’m going to plunder all of it. Take what I want. Take, take, take. And you will submit.”

About the Author

Kendra Greenwood has always been a storyteller. She often told stories to her kids at bedtime in lieu of reading to them. A serious daydreamer, she used to think it the complete opposite of her education and work in the sciences, but now realizes scientists are the ultimate daydreamers. Fantasy has always been an escape for Kendra. Weaving a thrilling romantic tale around her favorite TV and film characters, her favorite way to fall asleep at night. Eventually she wrote them down and found a place to share her stories.

Kendra grew up on the beaches of Long Island’s bucolic east end, but recently relocated to Virginia. When she’s not writing you can find her in the kitchen whipping up something scrumptious or in the studio fusing glass into decorative dishes.