Sinful Rewards by Cynthia Sax
(Sinful Rewards #1)
Published by: Avon Impulse
Publication date: July 15th 2014
Genres: Adult, Romance
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Belinda “Bee” Carter is a good girl; at least, that’s what she tells herself. And a good girl deserves a nice guy—just like the gorgeous and moody billionaire Nicolas Rainer. He is everything she wants in a man.
Or so she thinks, until she takes a look through her telescope and sees a naked, tattooed man on the balcony across the courtyard. Hawke is mysterious, the bad boy she knows will bring only heartbreak. He has been watching her, and that makes him all the more enticing.
But when a mysterious and anonymous text message dares her to do something bad, she must decide if she is really the good girl she has always claimed to be, or if she’s willing to risk everything for her secret fantasy of being watched.Is her mystery man the reclusive billionaire with a wild side or the darkly dangerous bad boy?
Voices murmur outside the condo’s door, the sound piercing
my delightful daydream. I swing the telescope upward, not wanting to be caught
using it. The snippets of conversation drift away.
I don’t relax. If the telescope isn’t in the same spot as it
was positioned last night, Cyndi will realize I’ve been using it. She’ll tease
me about being a fellow pervert, sharing the story, embellished for more
dramatic effect, with her stern serious dad or, worse, with Angel, that snobby
friend of hers.
I’ll die. It’ll be worse than being the butt of jokes in
high school because that ridicule had been about my clothes and this will
center around the part of my soul I’ve always kept hidden. It’ll also be the
truth and I won’t be able to deny it. I am a pervert.
I have to return the telescope to where it was positioned.
This is the only acceptable solution. I tap the metal tube.
Last night, my man-crazy roommate had been giggling over the
new guy in three eleven north. The previous occupant had been a gray-haired,
bowtie-wearing tax auditor, his luxurious accommodations supplied by Nicolas.
The most exciting thing he ever did was drink his tea on the balcony.
According to Cyndi, the new occupant is a delicious piece of
man candy, tattooed, buff, and head-to-toe lickable. He’d been completing arm
curls outside and she’d enthusiastically counted his reps, oohing and aahing
over his bulging biceps, calling to me to take a look.
I’d resisted that temptation, focusing on making macaroni
and cheese for the two of us, the recipe snagged from the diner my mom works
in. After we scarfed down dinner with Cyndi licking her plate clean, she left
for the club and hasn’t returned.
Three eleven north is the mirror condo to ours. I straighten
the telescope. That position looks about right but then, the imitation UGGS I
bought in second year college looked about right also. The first time I wore
the boots in the rain, the sheepskin fell apart, leaving me barefoot in
Unwilling to risk Cyndi’s friendship on about right, I gaze
through the eyepiece. The view consists of rippling golden planes, almost like…
Tanned skin pulled over defined abs.
I blink. It can’t be. I take another look. A perfect pearl
of perspiration clings to a puckered scar. The drop elongates more and more,
stretching, snapping. It trickles downward, navigating the swells and valleys
of a man’s honed torso.
No. I straighten. This is wrong. I shouldn’t watch our sexy
neighbor as he stands on his balcony. If anyone catches me…
I glance behind me. There’s no one here to catch me. Cyndi
won’t know I looked. The hunk in three eleven north won’t know I looked. I’m
not harming anyone.
I bend over and take another peek.
The sunlight casts interesting shadows across his stomach,
accentuating the ridges of muscle, the dip of his navel. I dart my tongue over
my suddenly dry lips. His skin is marred with silver scars, some round, some
slashes, this proof of hard living, of survival, arousing me, tightening my
nipples and moistening my pussy.
I shouldn’t lust after him. He’s the wrong kind of man, the
leaving kind, too virile and feral to stay in one place for long. I can tell
this from his stance, from his brazen exhibitionism. He wants me to look at
him, to care for him. I tilt the telescope downward. His hips are slim. More
scars are etched along the bones. Fine brown hair trails from his navel to…
My mouth drops open. He’s completely naked.
Cynthia Sax's stories have been featured in Star Magazine and on Real Time With Bill Maher. She lives in a world where demons aren't all bad, angels aren't all good, and magic happens every single day. Although her heroes may not always say, "I love you," they will do anything for the women they love. They live passionately. They fight fiercely. They love the same women forever.
Cynthia has loved the same wonderful man forever. Her supportive hubby offers himself up to the joys and pains of research. He receives a daily briefing on what every character is doing. You can also learn what Cynthia Sax's characters are doing by visiting her website at www.CynthiaSax.com or emailing her directly at Cynthia@CynthiaSax.com.
She loves writing fated to mate romances because this is her personal experience with love. She fell in love with my dear wonderful hubby at first sight and 20 years later, they're still very much in love. This is what she wishes for her characters and for her readers.
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