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RAVISHED (The Teplo
Trilogy)
By: Ayden K.
Morgen
Publication
Date: 04/05/15
Genre: Erotic
Romance/Suspense
Pages: 432
Summary
When Tristan Riley
drags Lillian Maddox onto the dance floor at Teplo, he intends only to
protect his cover… at least that's what he tells himself. But the lovely
Lillian would tempt a saint, and Tristan is far from a
gentleman. Beneath the bright lights of the Vetrov family's dangerous
club, the weary DEA agent finds himself captivated by the ballerina, coaxing
them both into a reckless, erotic encounter.
But Tristan isn't prepared
for the intense connection between him and Lillian, or for the fallout of their
tryst. In a matter of days,
their lives careen wildly off course, catapulting them both into a deadly game
of hide and seek with the Vetrov family and one of Mexico's deadliest drug
cartels.
Trying to keep his hands to
himself while working alongside Lillian to stop
Anton Vetrov's deadly new drug proves almost impossible for Tristan,
but what choice does he have when being with her might get her killed? He
should know: his entire family was murdered by people just like
Anton.
When the stakes are raised and
innocent lives are lost, will Tristan be able to let go of the guilt, or will
he destroy his chance at happiness with Lillian before it ever truly
begins?
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Excerpt
"I need you naked.
Now."
Lillian froze as soon as the frantic
confession left his mouth.
"No," she said, no longer
pulling him close but pushing him away. "No, Tristan. Let me
go."
"Shit." Heat gave way to
ice in an instant.
His arms slipped from around her as
soon as her feet were on the ground. She stumbled and then righted herself, one
hand pressed to her mouth and her eyes wide and wary in her flushed
face.
Tristan cursed at that look.
"Lillian, I'm-"
"No." She shook her head,
her hand still pressed to her swollen lips. Her expression hardened. "You
don't get to kiss me like that, Tristan. You don't get to rile me up and then
walk out. I won't-" She gulped, practically babbling. "You can't
just… Not again."
"I'm not going anywhere,"
he said, looking down at her. "I'm not going
to-"
"Not going to what?" Her
eyes flashed, daring him to answer that question.
"I'm not-" He wanted to
tell her he wouldn't walk away, but he wasn't so sure that was true. He wanted
her, but he wouldn't fuck her when she'd only regret it, and she would have
regretted it. "It's not you," he told her instead, wishing he could
take back the ill-advised words the moment they left his
mouth.
Lillian flinched as if he'd struck
her, her face paling beneath the flush in her cheeks. "Not me?" She
laughed, the sound jagged and harsh, angry.
"Right."
Way to go, you
moron, he cursed
himself.
"I want you, Lillian. That
hasn't changed." He blew out a breath, frustrated that he couldn't seem to
think straight around her, let alone find words to explain why he kept walking
away from her. "I
just-"
"You want me, just not
enough." Her wide, angry eyes met his, held for a moment, and then darted
away. She ran a hand through her hair, fingers catching in snarls he'd helped
cause. "Fine. What happens now?" The faint tremble in her voice
screamed that he'd hurt her.
"I want you more than I did the
first night," he said, ignoring her question. They weren't doing that
shit, avoiding the issue until one or the other of them snapped. Christ, his
blood still boiled. His mind was clouded by her scent, her taste. And yet
again, she got it all wrong, assumed he didn't want her enough when the problem
was that he wanted her too much. But he didn't want her to hate him, and he
certainly didn't want her to regret what he'd do to her when she finally gave
in to him.
"Do you trust me,
Lillian?" he asked instead of trying to
explain.
She took another shaky breath and
then cursed and squared her shoulders. Her expression firmed into one of cool
resolve. "No, I don't trust you. And I'm not sure I even like
you."
He nodded once, refusing to give in to the little ripple of
hurt threatening to shoot through him at her answer. It wasn't like he hadn't
expected that truth. Hell, wasn't like he didn't deserve it, either. "I
want you, Lillian. I want you against that fucking wall." He jerked his
chin in the direction of the wall in question. "I want you bent over the
table by the door. On the floor. In your bed. In mine. Across the street in the
middle of the dance floor. Anywhere you'll let me and every way you'll let
me." He looked at her, letting her see exactly how much he meant
that.
She swallowed, her wide-eyed gaze
darkening, held captive by his own.
He took a step toward her, reached
out and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. Sparks sizzled and popped where
his skin met hers. He let his arm drop slowly, dragging his fingertips down her
cheek and onto her neck before shoving his hands deep into his
pockets.
Pitching his voice low, he killed
them both with words and one long, heated looked. "I want you panting,
moaning, and screaming until you can't move, baby. But I'm not going to fuck
you when you'd just regret it later. When I take you to bed – and I do mean
when, Lillian, not if. When I take you, you're not going to
regret sleeping with me. You're going to know exactly how
much I want you, and you're going to beg for
it."
Author
Bio
Ayden lives in the heart of Arkansas
with her childhood sweetheart and husband of ten years, and their five furry
minions. When not writing, she spends her time hiking, reading, volunteering,
causing mischief, and building a Spork army. Ayden graduated summa cum laude
with her Bachelor of Science degree in Criminal Justice and Forensic Psychology
in 2009 before going on to complete her graduate degree in CJ and Law. She
currently puts her education to use in the social and public services
field.
Ayden
also writes Young and New Adult fiction under the penname A.K.
Morgen.
You
can find her on Twitter, Facebook,
or via her website at http://aydenmorgen.com.
You can learn more about her YA/NA fiction at http://akmorgen.com.
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