Sinful
Rewards # 6
A Billionaires &
Bikers Novella # 6
By: Cynthia Sax
Releasing December 16th, 2014
Avon Red Impulse
Bee Carter has spent a lifetime creating her good-girl
persona. Three harsh words uttered in anger shred this carefully crafted
façade, testing her relationships.
Nicolas, her handsome billionaire, is hiding a
decades-old secret. Bee's scandal will draw unwanted attention to his dark
past, placing the real estate empire he's built and the employees he manages in
peril. Hawke, her tattooed bad-boy biker, protects the rich and famous. His
high-profile clients won't want their bodyguard to be linked to Chicago's wild
woman.
Both men desire her, craving her touch with a white-hot
passion, but who will risk everything to stand by her side—her biker or her
billionaire?
As always Cynthia
Sax's Sinful Rewards blow me away; but Sinful Rewards 6 was a real turning
point in the book for me, my heart was truly in my throat throughout this book.
So Bea's life as she
knew has gone; as the scandal has exploded in to the Media. Bea slowly make's
her decisions and now she is slowly coming to grips with how her life is
changing. Now she just needs to say goodbye...I will have to leave that there
as I would literally give away the whole book.
I was truly blown
away by SR6; it’s a complete shift in the story line and my heart literally
broke for Bea. It also cemented my love for Hawke, I mean seriously! Could this
guy get any more perfect! If only he could be real *sigh*
The one character
that truly blew me away in this whole book was Nicolas! When I was thinking
that he was going to become cold and aloof and refused to associate with Bea.
But surprisingly, Nicolas was none of those things and that just made me like
him that little bit more.
As normal Cynthia Sax’s
writing is superb, no plot holes and so very, very smooth…a complete delight to
read. So, after all is said and done, I give Sinful Rewards 6 10 out of 10
The doorbell rings mere seconds later. “Aargh.” I stalk across
the main room, unable to handle more deliveries. “Make it stop.” I swing the
door open, aggravated.
“I’ll make it stop, sweetheart.” Hawke stands before me, clad
in his ugly black T-shirt, his faded blue jeans, and big army boots, his tanned
skin covered with a sheen of moisture as though he ran the entire way. He’s big
and broad, a mountain of a man, and there’s no one I trust more with righting
my world.
“Hawke.” I throw myself at him, my heart pounding.
He catches my smaller body, cups my ass, and lifts me upward,
pressing me against his solid form, the barbed wire tattoo encircling his right
bicep rippling.
“I’m here.” Hawke walks into the condo, carrying me easily,
and I link my fingers behind his neck, never wanting to let him go. “Everything
will be okay,” he assures me as he kicks the door shut behind him.
“I don’t know how anything will ever be okay again,” I mumble
into his neck, inhaling his unique scent, a combination of engine grease,
leather, and man. “I’ve put my best friend in danger.” I gaze up at his rugged
countenance, the silver scar on his chin a reminder of his difficult life. “I—”
Hawke covers my lips with his, the force of his kiss driving
my head back, evaporating my thoughts and tightening my nipples. I open to him,
welcoming my badass biker into my mouth, our tongues dueling, dancing, drawing
us together, meshing us into one being.
My fingers spread over his skull, his hair short and soft
under my palms. Hawke’s chest flattens my breasts. His defined abs undulate
against my fabric-covered pussy, the pressure exciting me. He strokes into me,
the stubble on his chin blazing a trail across my skin, and I respond with no
inhibitions, sucking on his tongue as I wish to suck on his cock, tasting him,
savoring him.
There’s no fear of Hawke judging me, rejecting me. He embraces
my wild nature, encourages my perversions. With him, I’m safe, accepted,
worthy.
He falls backward, his ass smacks against the leather couch
cushion, and I bounce on top of him, the contact driving my arousal upward. His
massive hands slide up my back, the friction delightful. I arch, rubbing my
taut nipples against him, frustrated by the layers of clothing between us.
He breaks our kiss and rests his forehead against mine, the
tips of our noses touching, both of us breathing heavily. “Who are you thinking
about, love?”
“What?” I blink at him, my brain fuzzy with passion.
Hawke smiles his lopsided smile, his white teeth flashing in
his tanned face. “Exactly.” He nips my bottom lip. “When we kiss, you don’t
think about anyone else.”
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Today bestselling author Cynthia Sax writes contemporary, Sci-Fi and paranormal
erotic romances. Her stories have been featured in Star Magazine, Real Time
With Bill Maher, and numerous best of erotic romance top ten lists.
She
lives in a world filled with magic and romance. Although her heroes may not
always say, “I love you,” they will do anything for the women they adore. They
live passionately. They play hard. 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, while they travel the world together,
meeting fascinating people and finding inspiration in exotic places such as
Istanbul, Bali, and Chicago.
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