Sinful Rewards 9 by Cynthia Sax

Avon Impulse / ISBN: 9780062354266

On Sale March 17th, 2015


No longer torn between the billionaire and the biker, Bee has claimed her man, branding his skin with her scent, his soul with her care. He’s her ideal choice, building passion within her she didn’t know existed, supporting her dreams, and willing to do anything for her.

But is she the ideal choice for him?

An early-morning surprise attack and the arrival of a beautiful, witty, and regrettably nice rival make Bee question her decision. Does she step aside, forgoing her forever to ensure her man’s survival, or does she risk his life and her heart on love? 
Releases: March 17th

BUY LINKS: Amazon / Barnes & Noble /Sinful Rewards 9

R-rated Excerpt

Hawke falls back onto the mattress. I perch on his naked body, my wet pussy pressing against his defined abs, my spine straight. “Right now, I’m thinking of a pretty little woman with long brown hair and big brown eyes.” He pulls his body higher on the bed, taking me with him.

“Oh.” I feign nonchalance. “Do I know this woman?” I swirl my fingertips around his flat male nipples. “It can’t be me.” I lean over him. My hair falls forward, the tendrils drifting over his chest, brushing his tattoos. “I’m average-sized.”

“It’s always you,” he purrs, his lips curling upward and his eyelids lowering. I smile knowingly. He likes being touched this way, his face soft and his eyes dreamy.

I sweep the strands back and forth, back and forth, as I slowly move over him, gently caressing him with my hair, fingers, nipples, pussy. He undulates beneath me, a rolling wave of muscle, his cock sliding between my ass cheeks.

“I’ll take care of you, Hawke,” I mouth over his stubble-covered jaw. “I’ll keep you safe,” I promise. I don’t yet know how, but I will. My hips roll, my body on autopilot, responding instinctively to my big man’s presence.

“You’re taking good care of me now.” Hawke glides his rough hands over my back, the slow drag of his fingertips, up and down, fanning the flames of desire. “I’m enjoying every moment of it.”

“I could do more.” I grind against him, branding my pussy juices on his skin, marking him. “Much more.”

“Give me everything you have.” He grasps my hips, coaxing me to move. “I want it all.”

“You have my all.” I rock against him, grazing my nipples across his pecs, rubbing my ass onto his shaft, my hair cascading like a veil around his rugged countenance.

“Belinda.” Lust and wonder and something more, something deeper, curl around my name, embracing the syllables as I embrace him. Hawke’s eyes brighten to a brilliant blue, lit by passion. Our lips skim and I flick my tongue playfully over his flesh.

We touch tenderly, with no urgency, as though we have the rest of our lives to find release. I stroke Hawke’s time-beaten face, tracing his flattened nose, raking my fingernails through the stubble on his cheeks, his contrasts exciting me. He curves his hands around my ass, squeezes and releases, squeezes and releases. My moisture bathes his flat stomach, my musk scenting the air.

We taunt and tease each other, the rest of the world forgotten. There are no hostiles, no judgment, no fear, only the two of us and our escalating passion, our forms moving together faster, harder.

“Need,” I pant, yearning for more, a deeper physical connection, his tongue in my mouth, his cock inside my pussy.

Author Bio

CYNTHIA SAX 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.

Please visit her on the web at www.CynthiaSax.com.



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