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Look\u00ading for a great read while you relax after spend\u00ading a day at the mall? Or maybe you browsed book\u00adstore after book\u00adstore look\u00ading for a per\u00adfect gift\u2026<\/p>\nLook\u00ading for a great read while you relax after spend\u00ading a day at the mall? Or maybe you browsed book\u00adstore after book\u00adstore look\u00ading for a per\u00adfect gift\u2026<\/p>\n
Good thing you stopped by. This is Doll by Juniper Bell. You\u2019ll be able to pick this up from Samhain Pub\u00adlish\u00ading <\/a>on Tues\u00adday 12\/15\/09<\/a>.<\/p>\n What is Doll all about? Glad you asked\u2026<\/p>\n Even a play\u00adthing can be pushed too far\u2026<\/p>\n Chloe Barnes thought her mar\u00adriage to a wealthy politi\u00adcian would be the stuff of fairy tales. Instead, he took advan\u00adtage of her naivet\u00c3\u00a9 and used her as a play\u00adthing to ful\u00adfill his twist\u00aded sex\u00adu\u00adal needs. Ten years is enough. She returns to Bell\u00adhaven Island to sell the sum\u00admer cot\u00adtage she inher\u00adit\u00aded, hop\u00ading the mon\u00adey will buy her freedom\u2013and cus\u00adtody of her daughters.<\/p>\n Fish\u00ader\u00adman Dustin McDou\u00adgal nev\u00ader for\u00adgot the child\u00adhood crush he once had on the fairy-like Chloe. The woman she\u2019s become has a haunt\u00aded look that brings his feel\u00adings back, stronger than ever\u2026with a mature edge. Along with all his pro\u00adtec\u00adtive instincts.<\/p>\n Their pas\u00adsion blows stronger than a Maine nor\u2019easter, awak\u00aden\u00ading Chloe to the joy of true love. Yet it may not be strong enough to free her from the past\u2026<\/p>\n Warn\u00ading: This title con\u00adtains politi\u00adcians doing all sorts of nasty things and flash\u00adbacks of male dom\u00adi\u00adna\u00adtion. It also fea\u00adtures hot sex on a boat, hot sex in an attic, hot sex on a work bench\u2026you get the idea. <\/span>Want to read a very sexy excerpt?<\/strong><\/p>\n \u201c<\/span>Have you been on your boat?\u201d Chloe asked dream\u00adi\u00adly, as Dustin ran his hands over her back.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201c<\/span>Had to fix a bear\u00ading. That engine\u2019s always mak\u00ading some noise or oth\u00ader. Some\u00adtimes I think it just wants my attention.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n \u201c<\/span>I don\u2019t blame it.\u201d He found the low\u00ader edge of her sweater and snaked his hand under it. At the feel of his work-rough\u00adened palm on her skin, a shud\u00adder went through her. Imme\u00addi\u00adate\u00adly he stopped.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201c<\/span>Are you okay?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n \u201c<\/span>Yes! You\u2019re not fol\u00adlow\u00ading the rules. If I want you to stop, I\u2019ll tell you. I don\u2019t want you to stop. As a mat\u00adter of fact\u2013\u201d She drew away from him. \u201cLet\u2019s take off our clothes. Togeth\u00ader. At the same time.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n He looked amused. \u201cOn the count of three?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n \u201c<\/span>One\u2026\u201d Chloe stepped out of her skirt. Under\u00adneath, she wore wool\u00adly leg\u00adgings for warmth. \u201cTwo\u2026\u201d She start\u00aded to pull off the leggings.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201c<\/span>Hang on! You\u2019re get\u00adting ahead of me.\u201d He unbut\u00adtoned his jeans, reveal\u00ading box\u00aders and a huge erec\u00adtion. She felt the breath leave her body.<\/span><\/p>\n It was a good feeling.<\/span><\/p>\n She put her hands to the hem of her sweater and slid it over her head. It was quick\u00adly fol\u00adlowed by her turtle\u00adneck. She stood in front of him, wear\u00ading only her pink lace under\u00adwear, while he unbut\u00adtoned his flan\u00adnel shirt. Under it, he wore a \u201cSave the Whales\u201d T\u2011shirt, which she found so endear\u00ading, she laughed.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201c<\/span>Am I that fun\u00adny-look\u00ading?\u201d he asked with a wound\u00aded look.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201c<\/span>I didn\u2019t know you were a tree-hugger.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n \u201c<\/span>Some of my best friends are trees.\u201d There was a twin\u00adkle in his deep blue eyes that put her com\u00adplete\u00adly at ease. \u201cThe rest are whales.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n \u201c<\/span>I think that might be a whale in your pants.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n He wag\u00adgled his eye\u00adbrows las\u00adciv\u00adi\u00adous\u00adly, then laughed, an infec\u00adtious chuck\u00adle that made her answer with one of her own. Nev\u00ader before had she laughed dur\u00ading sex, or the buildup to sex. Nev\u00ader before had she even smiled. Or joked. Or teased. If they stopped right now, this would still be a ground\u00adbreak\u00ading expe\u00adri\u00adence for her. But she had no inten\u00adtion of stop\u00adping. \u201cYou\u2019re still wear\u00ading box\u00aders and a T\u2011shirt.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n \u201c<\/span>And you\u2019ve got the bra and panties. Not that I mind the view.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n For a moment, she stiff\u00adened. Fear\u00adful\u00adly, she raised her eyes to his. Would she see that same cal\u00adcu\u00adlat\u00ading hunger she was used to? That greedy look that reduced her to a thing, a pos\u00adses\u00adsion, a trin\u00adket? But no. His expres\u00adsion was the oppo\u00adsite of that. Hap\u00adpy appre\u00adci\u00ada\u00adtion shone from his eyes. His smile had a touch of the dev\u00adil in it, and a promise of deli\u00adcious fun.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201c<\/span>What\u2019s wrong?\u201d he asked.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201c<\/span>Noth\u00ading. A ghost. We haven\u2019t said three yet.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n \u201c<\/span>If we don\u2019t do it soon, I\u2019m going to for\u00adget how to count.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n Gig\u00adgling, she put her hands behind her back, on the fas\u00adten\u00ading of her bra. He grabbed the bot\u00adtom of his T\u2011shirt, poised for take-off.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201c<\/span>Three!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n Clothes flew into the air, a flur\u00adry of under\u00adwear. Sur\u00adround\u00aded by dis\u00adcard\u00aded cloth\u00ading, they stared at each oth\u00ader. Chloe felt her rib cage rise and fall with quick breaths. With\u00adout look\u00ading down, she knew her nip\u00adples were already at atten\u00adtion. As was his erec\u00adtion. It rose from a thick nest of black curls and point\u00aded straight toward her, as if it had eyes only for her.<\/span><\/p>\n Sud\u00adden\u00adly, des\u00adper\u00adate\u00adly, she want\u00aded to know what he saw when he looked at her. \u201cDo you think\u2026do I seem like\u2026a\u2026\u201d she whis\u00adpered, \u201cdoll?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n \u201c<\/span>Oh, no. You\u2019re no doll.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n What did he mean? Did he think she was ugly? Maybe he was used to a dif\u00adfer\u00adent type. She crossed her hands over her breasts.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201c<\/span>No! Don\u2019t hide.\u201d With one quick stride, he was in front of her, hold\u00ading her face in his hands. \u201cYou\u2019re beau\u00adti\u00adful. Won\u00adder\u00adful. But you\u2019re no doll. You\u2019re too alive. Too sen\u00adsi\u00adtive. Look, I can feel the pulse beat\u00ading in your throat. I can feel your skin warm\u00ading under my hands. You\u2019re a liv\u00ading, pas\u00adsion\u00adate being. How could any\u00adone think you were a doll?\u201d He ran his thumbs over her cheeks with a touch that seemed to trea\u00adsure the very shape of her face. When he bent his mouth to hers, the depth of his kiss brought tears to her eyes. His tongue searched her mouth, as if he want\u00aded to track down what\u00adev\u00ader sad\u00adness remained in her and soothe it away.<\/span><\/p>\n She let her\u00adself sink into the com\u00adfort of that kiss for a long moment. But then she moved rest\u00adless\u00adly against him. Enough gen\u00adtle\u00adness. She need\u00aded heat. Fire. Step\u00adping back, she put her hands on his and drew them to her chest. As those warm palms encir\u00adcled her breasts, she let out a long moan. Already stiff, her nip\u00adples hard\u00adened even more as he filled his hands with her flesh. \u201cThat feels nice,\u201d she heard her\u00adself say. In the past, she\u2019d nev\u00ader said any\u00adthing dur\u00ading sex. She\u2019d become that mute doll Andrew had demand\u00aded. Nev\u00ader once had she asked for any\u00adthing. \u201cCan you lick my nip\u00adples, please?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n \u201c<\/span>No need to be polite, sweet\u00adie. I\u2019ll do any\u00adthing you ask.\u201d<\/span><\/p><\/blockquote>\n\n