Thursday, December 27, 2018

Claiming Mia by BJ Wane #Romance #hotread #suspense

Title: Claiming Mia
Author: BJ Wane
Release Date: November 17, 2018
Publisher: Blushing Books


Newly divorced Mia Reynolds doesn’t like
Chief Nolan MacGregor. His
arrogance gets under her skin, but it’s her
body’s instant reaction every
time he levels that cobalt gaze upon
her or hints at giving her what he
keeps insisting she wants that really
gets to her. After her husband’s
betrayal, she’s sworn off getting involved
with anyone, and certainly isn’t
going to trust her fragile heart with
the town’s reformed bad boy.

Nolan wants Mia and refuses to let her prickly
stubbornness stand in his way. Once he entices
her into an affair and shows her the benefits of
submitting to him, her off-the-charts responses
prove he was right all along – she is the one for
him. When his investigation into an illegal drug
ring implicates Mia’s business, he never stops
believing in her innocence. When the Feds go
around him, Mia refuses to believe he hadn’t been
with her just to keep an eye on her and her nursery
for proof the drugs were coming in on the trucks
carrying her landscaping orders.

Mia’s reluctance to trust Nolan completely lands
her in trouble with a drug trafficker and it isn’t
until she is kidnapped that she realizes what her
insecurities and refusal to let go of the past might
have cost her…

Publisher’s Note: This steamy contemporary romance
contains elements of power exchange.

*She insists she doesn’t like him…
….but she craves him with every fiber of her being.

Thirty minutes later, she stood reaching for a potted vase sitting on the
top shelf in the showroom when the bell over the door pealed.  Before she
could climb off the short stool, hard hands clasped her waist and lifted her
down as if she weighed nothing. Flustered, she looked up, gritted her teeth
and shifted in uncomfortable awareness when her eyes met Chief Nolan
MacGregor’s amused gaze.  Okay, she admitted it wasn’t the man’s physical
appearance she objected to. What woman wouldn’t look twice at a six foot
two, broad shouldered, slim hipped man who wore a Stetson tipped low
enough to draw the eyes to the slit of his cobalt blue gaze?
No, it was the arrogant dominance he wore like a comfortable coat
that put her on edge whenever he entered her place, more so now he
was crowding her against the shelves and making her even more aware
of that ripped body.  She much preferred easy-going, polite men.   
Wishing it was anyone but him, she stated with a huff,
“You’re crowding me, Chief.”
Those sensuous lips curved in a slow smile as he stepped back.
 “I wouldn’t make you so uncomfortable if you’d let yourself cut loose
with me.”  
Damn.  There went that warm flush spreading through her body when he
thumbed back his hat far enough for those enigmatic, blue eyes to zero in
on her with a long perusal.  He made no effort to hide the appreciative trail
he took from her braided, dark brown hair to her sneaker-clad feet. How
one look from him could make her dormant body sit up and take notice
when she didn’t even like the man was beyond her.  She sure as heck
didn’t like it. She’d never been one to be ruled by baser urges, instead
preferring a positive connection with a man or woman before embarking
on a friendship, something that was definitely lacking between her
and the chief.
Shuffling behind the counter, Mia breathed a sigh of relief once
she put the wide, butcher block space between them.  She glanced up,
way up at the only man who’d been able to get under her skin. There
wasn’t one thing she could pinpoint that rubbed her the wrong way;
instead, it seemed to be the uneasy combination of arrogance,
dominance and male magnetism she objected to, and her betraying
body’s response to those undesirable traits.  There was no use
denying the way her pulse spiked under the slow stroke of his ice-blue
eyes that was as potent as a caress, a reaction she should be used to
by now since it had been occurring from the moment she first set
eyes on him kissing that woman all those years ago.
“Thanks, Chief, but I have enough on my plate right now to keep me
from even thinking about being added to your long list of conquests,”
she returned primly, ignoring his taunting smirk.  “Thank you for
your order. Trish has it ready for you.” She pulled the vase forward.
“I didn’t peg you as the type to listen to small town rumors, Ms.
Reynolds.”  He nodded at the colorful arrangement. “Nice, thank
you. I’m glad I caught you in.”  The way he drew out Ms. Reynolds
in a slow drawl hinted he knew about the finalization of her divorce.  
He and every other citizen in Whitetail.
Reaching into his breast pocket, Chief McGregor pulled out two tickets
and slid them across the counter toward her.  Tilting his hat back even
further, he offered her a better view of his rugged face bronzed by sun
and wind and capped with coal black hair tinted grey around his
forehead.  “You haven’t paid these.”
“I’m sorry, I’ve been so busy, I forgot.”  Picking up the parking tickets,
she winced at the fines.  Her habit of pulling over and parking wherever
it was convenient to expedite her errands resulted in a parking fine more
often than not.  That was just one of Pete’s constant complaints that went
along with her always being in a hurry. “I can come in later this afternoon
and take care of them.”

Leaning on the counter, he replied in that deep voice that never failed to
curl her toes.  “See that you do. Or, better yet, don’t. Now that you’re
officially free, it’ll give me a good excuse to offer you a choice of
The corners of his mouth kicked up in another smile, but she couldn’t
miss the hint of a threat behind his words that set her heart to hammering
with uncertainty.  That didn’t concern her near as much as the sudden warm
gush between her legs. She didn’t even like the man, for pity’s sake, and she
really didn’t care for his forward insinuations.

I live in the Midwest with my husband and our dog, a lovable Great
Pyrenees/Standard Poodle.  I love dogs, enjoy spending time with my
daughter, babysitting dogs and kids, reading and working puzzles.  We
have traveled extensively throughout the states, Canada and just once
overseas, but I now prefer being a homebody.  I worked for a while writing
articles for a local magazine but soon found my interest in writing for
myself peaking. My first book was strictly spanking erotica, but I slowly
evolved to writing erotic spanking romance with a touch of suspense.  My
favorite genre to read is suspense.


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