Meet
Mark Dixon in Defenseless, the newest
contemporary romance from Corinne Michaels!
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Blurb
My life is a secret.
His life is dangerous.
We’re both stubborn, calculating, and controlling.
Mark Dixon doesn’t know what he’s getting into. He
doesn’t know his games could cost us our lives. I have to do what is necessary
to keep us alive, and that means guarding my heart.
But I know I’m defenseless against him, and in the
end, he’ll force me to surrender.
Defenseless
Copyright © 2016
Corinne Michaels
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otherwise without the prior written consent of the author.
This book is a work of fiction.
Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s
imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or
locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental and beyond the
intent of the author or publisher.
“I made you a promise, Charlie.”
Mark’s already deep voice is layered with desire.
Once again, my control begins to
slip. “What’s that?”
His hands drop a little lower
beside my head. His lower body shifts so his knee is between my legs. I feel
his arousal against my thigh.
My traitorous body shows its own
awakening. My nipples hardening through the silk material don’t go unnoticed.
Heat pools in my core and my breath hitches. I want him. There’s no use denying
it.
“I told you I’d kiss you again. If
you don’t stop me now, there’s no getting away.”
I should stop him. I need to stop
him. There’s no way in hell it’s going to happen, though. I’m craving his lips
again.
He gives me one second before he
crushes his mouth against mine. His entire body shifts forward, and now I’m
trapped. There’s nowhere to go. Nowhere to move that’s not Mark. He takes every
part of my mind and body. Our hands roam each other as his tongue slides
against mine. Passion ignites between us; it sets the room on fire. His fingers
cup my neck and then glide down the front of my dress. His hand brands my skin
as he takes his time exploring the open skin between us.
My fingers grip the lapels of his
tux, holding him, molding him to me. I can’t get close enough. Our mouths stay
fused as we both lose control.
Then my mind snaps.
I push back and my hands fly to my
lips. They’re swollen, bruised from the force of the kiss. His hands brace
against the wall. I keep my eyes downcast. I can’t believe I just did that,
against the damn wall, at a ball commemorating my father.
I shift my dress, rake my fingers
through my hair, and pull myself together.
“Charlie . . .” Mark finally
speaks. It sounds like shouting even though it’s only loud enough for us to
hear.
“That was the last time that will
ever happen,” I say with no tremor to my voice. “Tonight we become partners. It’s
not about whatever this is.” I shift my hands between us. “It’s about finding
the information we’re both searching for.”
“And what if we find something
else?”
“We shut it down. There’s no room
for feelings in this world.”
Mark pushes back, giving me space.
I instantly feel cold. “Okay, then. Have it your way.”
This is what I wanted, what we both
need, but suddenly I wish it wasn’t. I wish I could pull him close, kiss him,
fuck him, and just feel.
But wishes are for little girls.
About the Author
Corinne Michaels is an emotional, witty, sarcastic,
and fun loving mom of two beautiful children. She’s happily married to the man
of her dreams and is a former Navy wife. After spending months away from her
husband while he was deployed, reading and writing was her escape from the
loneliness.
Both her maternal and paternal grandmothers were
librarians, which only intensified her love of reading. After years of writing
short stories, she couldn’t ignore the call to finish her debut novel, Beloved.
Her alpha Navy SEALs are broken, beautiful, and will steal your heart.
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