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Title: Tying the Knot (Thalia Book 4)
Author: Jennifer Bene
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“What does happily
ever after look like after so much darkness?”
Blurb
What does happily ever after look like after
so much darkness?
Over two years after the trauma of
her kidnapping, and the auction that brought them together, Thalia and James
are finally getting their happily ever after! Celebrating their love is a piece
of wedding cake, but with the help of their wild and crazy friends from
Purgatory, it’s destined to be a wedding day no one will forget.
A thrilling mix of kinky fun,
laughter, surprises, and the same sexy heat you’ve come to expect from James
and Thalia — Tying the Knot is the
perfect conclusion to this series that has brought readers to the darkest of
lows, and the highest of highs.
Now, it’s time for the light. It’s
time to celebrate. It’s time to get married!
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Author Info
Jennifer Bene is an international
bestselling author of erotic romance. She’s had #1 top-selling books in BDSM,
Suspense, Thrillers, Action & Adventure, Fantasy, Science Fiction, and
Horror. While she’s been writing for years, it’s always been the dark stuff
that makes her tingly, so her books are full of aggressive alpha males, feisty
women who may or may not have a submissive streak, and intense, psychological
storylines. Don’t worry though, she also insists on having a nice little
happily-ever-after! Because without the dark, we’d never appreciate the light.
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Excerpt
“Technically, I don’t think you’re supposed to see the bride
before the wedding.”
“I think that’s about the dress, and you are still
delightfully undressed.” His voice held a growl as he shut the door tight and
prowled towards her.
Standing there in Lauren’s tiny skirt, the stockings and
garter belt, and the corset — she had to admit the heat in his gaze steadied
the lingering nerves in her stomach. Making all of that energy simmer into
something much more pleasant, which settled much
lower. “I still think it’s supposedly bad luck.”
“Hmm…” James made a noise low in his throat as he pulled her
into a kiss, one hand at the back of her head, the other pressing her waist
against him. The first sweep of his tongue against hers made her remember just
how little air she had with the corset tightened, and she finally understand
how women used to swoon so easily. He could have knocked her over with a
feather if he had tried.
Instead, he held her against him. The firm, lean muscle of
his chest, his strong arm wrapped around her back so that she was exactly where
he wanted her. Finally, James nipped her bottom lip and lifted his head.
“I have been dreaming about doing that since we got
separated this morning.”
“I—” Thalia had to clear her throat, and her head, before
she could speak. “I’m glad you did that in here, and not during the wedding.”
His quiet laugh sent butterflies swirling in her stomach,
which were only amplified by the thumb he dragged across her lip. “Worried
about scandalizing the guests?”
Catching his hand, Thalia groaned. “Mostly worried about
embarrassing your parents.”
“They’d survive.”
“That is not comforting.” She pouted, and he smiled at her.
A warmer, more comfortable version of the first smile he’d ever given her. The
one that had made her imagine him as some male model on a yacht, but Marcus’
living room seemed blissfully far away in this perfect moment.
“Are you really still nervous about today? It’s a rather
small guest list.”
“One hundred and twenty eight people is small?” Thalia laughed. “I have no idea what I’m doing.”
“You've met almost everyone here, baby. Except
for some obscure relatives of mine that will only be wondering how I nabbed a beautiful, kind, American yoga
instructor for a wife.” His wicked grin actually made her smile, but despite
the blush she still shook her head.
“Like they’d doubt you’re capable of that.”
“Oh, they'll be astonished. They think I never
leave the office.” He grinned and leaned close enough to have his voice a
sinful growl against the shell of her ear. “They think I'm positively boring.”
“Boring?” The word made a smile tug at her
lips as he leaned back, smiling down at her again. James was anything but
boring. He was her hero, her Master, her partner, her lover. He was the other
half of her life, the weight on the other end of the scales that kept her
balanced even when things felt out of control — and just like when they played,
when he said he knew she was capable of something... she always was. “You are
anything but boring, and I'll be okay, Master. I promise.”
“I know, pet. You’re the bravest woman I’ve
ever met.” With that, he kissed her again. Warm, soft, sweet. His lips pressed
against hers in an unspoken vow that made her stomach do little somersaults as
she clutched at his crisp white shirt. When he lifted his mouth his eyes were
that dark, bottle glass green that telegraphed his arousal better than
anything. Well, better than anything except
for the growing erection against her stomach. “How was that?”
“What?” she asked, confused.
“For the wedding, is it alright if I kiss you
like that?” The wicked tilt to his lips had her laughing.
“That will be bloody perfect.”
With a loud laugh he picked her up at the
waist and set her on the covered table behind her. “What have I told you about
using British slang?”
“I think I’ve lived here long enough to get to
use it.”
“Is that right?” he asked, an edge of humor
creeping into his tone.
“Quite right,” Thalia replied in her best
attempt at a British accent, and James groaned.
“Keep that up and I’ll spank you before I let
you see the surprise I brought you.”
“Promise?” Just as her smile spread across her
mouth, she saw his eyes flash with lust and that heady aura of dominance
descended over him. An instant later she was flipped to her stomach on the table,
Lauren’s skirt pushed up her back, and the first swat of his hand landed on her
ass.
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