Don't Look Back by Candice Owen Page A

leaned into her. "Did you ever think in all your days that you would be saying that?" As he held her in this position, Sharon could feel the heat on the cheek of her ass warmed by the sun. Her shorts were hiked a bit and the curves of her buttocks were exposed slightly. "Do I need to spank you or are you going to let it go?"

    "I don’t know I might be bad on purpose," she teased.

    "You’ll get it right here," he played.

    "No, please, do not in any way outside while little old ladies can watch," she laughed.

    "Do I need to take this inside?" Jason asked, his voice as smooth as honey.

    "Did you say inside?"

    "I did,” he answered, stroking the backs of her thighs ever so lightly. Currents of erotic electricity surged through her and she was aching to be filled. Her breath was uneven. "You okay?" he asked her sweetly. She could feel him growing hard.

    "What about you?" she replied boldly and reached beneath her, between his legs.

    "Knock that off. We have stuff to settle. This nonsense with Lance Sanchez started way before you were involved."

    "Buzz kill," Sharon said, trying to deflect a painful subject.

    "He wanted the gym from Darryl Haynes so he could deal dope out of it. I know this because he was my dealer." Sharon grew still from his confession. "I took dope just a little bit because I let myself get talked into thinking it was harmless. But when I wanted to back off, Lance blackmailed me. I went to the Feds but I soon found out everyone was dirty. It’s a long story, but if anyone is responsible, it’s me. And even before that, it’s Lance. So stop knocking yourself. If you are that powerful to make all the bad stuff happen, I am sure, given that you are a beautiful person, you would use your power for good."

    "Okay I have no idea what you are talking about," she joked.

    He rolled her over. "Yes you do." He looked her with love in his eyes, completely serious.

    "Yes I do. And one day at time we will put this all behind us," she said.

    Jason’s voice was smoky. "Did you say behind?"

    In a very sly move, he slipped his fingers inside her. "Oh my goodness, I am weak for you. So, so weak for you," she said.

    "And I for you. Let’s go inside and see how weak we can truly be."

    Read on for an excerpt from Candice Owen's Riding Danger , a standalone novella :

It seems that Blaine Lowe’s luck is finally turning around.

    Work was scarce for an ex-con with few marketable skills before he met Greg Pasquale, the leader of a local motorcycle gang who took a shining to Blaine and his plethora of not-so-marketable skills. Namely, kicking ass.

    Felicity Pasquale is the only person in town who doesn’t know how her father makes his living.

    Felicity was the apple of her father’s eye and completely sheltered from his less than legal business pursuits. That was until a handsome stranger showed up in town and went to work for her father. Suddenly she was paying close attention and wasn’t very happy about what she noticed.

    Blaine should have known not to flirt with the boss’s daughter.

    Mr. Pasquale is enraged by his disintegrating relationship with his daughter and made murderous by Blaine’s blatant disrespect. There was only one option available to Blaine: take Felicity as collateral and run far, far away.

    Blaine knew he’d have to let her go, and he intended to do just that, but the longer she spent by his side the harder it was to remember that this woman wasn’t his to keep. Could he convince Felicity to forget as he had done?

CHAPTER ONE

    The bus let Blaine out at a tiny little intersection near Highway 40. He stepped off the last stair, his boot heel scraping loudly as he did so. Black fumes belched out of the bus’ exhaust tailpipe while the afternoon sun shone down, brutally reminding him that it was August.

    So, here he was—free. What the hell did that mean? He had clothes that were almost a decade old on his back, the seventy-five bucks that they gave every convict leaving the