Book One The beautiful thief meets the hot millionaire.
Except from Wet and Ready DeMarco was a man who knew self-control. He’d slept with his fair share of women over the years and none of them had affected him in quite this way. He’d made sure of it. This felt different — beyond his control. The unmasked vulnerability in Reese’s eyes touched a part of him that he believed was long dead. Those quivering pink lips of hers would surely be his downfall.
Nevertheless, he wrapped her hands around his waist and kissed her. Her reticent tongue surprised him. DeMarco was accustomed to aggressive women who could hardly wait to get inside his bed and his pockets. But this woman was something else. As his tongue danced with hers, he tasted a hint of raspberry—jam? candy?—and he suckled her bottom lip like a man trying to squeeze the last bit of nectar from fruit.
Book Two Punta Cana has never been quite this hot.
Excerpt from Wild and Ready The man knew how to work her into a frenzy. Reese lay like she was drugged and in a way she was. Never had she allowed a man to have his way with her like she did with DeMarco. He had a magnetism that weakened her resolve. A touch that withered her nerves. A glare that boosted her ego into the stratosphere. She’d always been told that she was attractive. But Reese was far from a size four and would never live up to that ideal. DeMarco made her believe she was already perfection. With his insatiable appetite for her, he made her feel like a double scoop of ice cream on a hot summer’s day. Now if only he’d lick her like one. “Tell me what you want,” DeMarco said. “I want you,” she managed to say in a tone slightly above a whisper. “To do what?” Oh God.
Book Three Fast friends. Insatiable lovers.
Excerpt from Young, Restless and Ready “Why would being called beautiful embarrass you, Reese?” She didn’t answer. Now was not the time to tell him how her looks had erected a wedge between her and her aunt; how her looks had caused her unimaginable pain at the hands of one of her uncles. Her looks, as far a she was concerned was nothing to be proud of. DeMarco reached for her hand and squeezed it. “Reese.” She pulled her eyes to him. “Let down your hair.” “DeMarco —” “Please,” he said. “Let your hair down for me, baby.” Her skin tingled at the sound of his voice: desperate, pleading, breathless. Moved by her need to please him, Reese reached up and pulled the black elastic from her hair. She used her fingers to fashion her curly dark hair into some kind of sensible ’do. From beside her, she heard him release a heavy breath. DeMarco licked his lips and casually turned his wineglass in his hand. “Happy now?” she asked. “Not quite. Give me your panties.”
Book Four A man who knows how to please...
Excerpt from Desired and Ready DeMarco stripped off her clothes and carried her to the tub. Gently he eased her into the tub. He started to walk to her vanity for a hairbrush but she stopped him by tugging on his pant leg. “Stay with me,” she said. “I’ll be right back.” “No. Stay with me,” she said. Her eyes pleaded with him. “Make love to me.” “Reese, I don’t think you’re up for that right now.” “Please,” she said. DeMarco sighed. He didn’t want to hurt her physically. But he didn’t want to hurt her emotionally either. She looked so vulnerable he just wanted to wrap her up in his arms. He also wanted to feel the life draining from the man who’d done this to her. There would be time enough for that. Right now, he wanted to give Reese what she wanted.
Book Five Sex is just the beginning.
Excerpt from Hot and Ready
“Where’d you learn to dance so
well?” Reese asked, catching her breath.She loved how DeMarco glided her across the dance floor of the ballroom.
Her strapless Grecian-style dress proudly displayed her new diamond tattoo on
her upper back and flowed in delicate swirls around her ankles as DeMarco led
her around the floor. He had eyes for no one but her. Would she ever tire of
“Boarding school,” he replied,
his dark eyes glittering with mischief. “It was a required course.”
Reese shook her head. “One day
you tell me you grew up poor, the next day you tell me about your boarding
school past. Why the lies, Mr. Diamond?”
She could feel DeMarco’s back
stiffen. “Because lies are so much more interesting than the truth,” he
“I can’t trust a man who lies,”
she said with a smile. At the sight of Reese’s smile, the muscles in DeMarco’s
back eased. They both knew that their introduction all those months ago was, in
fact, based on a lie she’d told. Reese had made a life out of lying. She
couldn’t hate the player, only the game.
“You can’t trust a man who
lies,” DeMarco said matter-of-factly, “but could you marry one?”