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Sloane Marshall discovers superheroes. Once she confirms they have ability, she trains them. Half the members of the guild are there because of her. But Tommy Idaho is unique, and she knows this before she even meets him.
So does Magnus VanDein, the most powerful and untouchable criminal in the world. He also knows Idaho’s weakness, and unless Sloane can convince the recalcitrant hero to embrace his powers and join the guild, they’ll both wind up dead... Customer Ratings: (All Time)
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From Valerie, Love Romances
"5 Hearts!...Ms Damschroder has written an action-packed story with lots of adventure and a good mix of hot sex. This short is a great read that will certainly have the reader running for the ice box before it’s over. Ms Damschroder has blended a great plot with a sensuous and sexy romance to give a good all 'round read."
Excerpt:
…“This is an interlude, Sloane. We have no idea how long this will last before I’m running for my life again. And I have a confession.”
“Oh?”
“I don’t have as much control as you think I do.”
This time, when he pulled her mouth down to his, the kiss wasn’t soft and gentle. He pressed her lips open with his, then dipped his tongue into her mouth. Sloane met him in kind. Her body started to hum. Tom shifted her so she lay completely on top of him, and she could feel his erection at the apex of her thighs. He wrapped one long leg around the back of her calf and raised his other knee. His arms snaked around her back and pulled her tighter against him, and he deepened the kiss even more. Sloane was lost, awash in sensation—heat, and power, and desire.
As Sloane’s desire grew, so did her awareness of Tom’s power, which had been honed anyway, with the training and proximity. The power in turn increased her desire, until she was near insane with need. And he hadn’t even touched her anywhere interesting.
Tom tore his mouth from hers and groaned. “God, Sloane. I need you.”
There was no time—or ability—to think about it. To remember her reasons why it was a bad idea. To convince Tom he didn’t really want her. All she could do was pant, “Yes.”
Almost before she said the word, Tom was on his feet, one arm still wrapped around her, his mouth back on hers and his other hand somehow managing to undo both their jeans and shove hers down. She kicked and pushed with her feet until they were off. Then she was against the door, and Tom was inside her.
They sighed in unison. Tom rested his head beside hers, his face on her shoulder. She felt a shudder go through him.
Sloane stroked his hair. “Don’t hold back,” she whispered. “I can handle it.”
He tightened his arm around her waist, shifted his hips, and for an instant, she wasn’t sure she could. She’d never had sex with someone of his power. A minute ago, she’d wanted to make him lose control, but now was almost afraid of what would happen if he did.
But not afraid enough to stop him...
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