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Hold Me Until
Forever
Grayson Brothers #3
Grayson Brothers #3
By: Christina Phillips
Releasing January
4, 2016
Entangled Brazen
Entangled Brazen
She's the
only one he wants...and the one he can never have…
Ella Clark has been in love with Alex Grayson
forever. She’s tired of being invisible—or worse, being treated like his kid
sister. If she can just get him to drop his iron-fisted control for two
seconds, she’ll prove she knows exactly how to blow his mind.
Alex has been fighting his attraction to Ella since
her should-have-been-innocent sweet sixteen kiss burned down his world. He's
damaged, and there's no way he'll ever drag her into his screwed up life. Until
she offers him something he's always craved—steamy, no-strings sex inside his
exclusive BDSM club. Where she'll be safe from the darkness that haunts him.
Except there's nothing safe
about being with Ella, and the more she gives, the harder it is to let her go.
If he stays, he risks everything, but how can he walk away from the only woman
he's ever needed?
(Ella’s
just told Alex that she’s leaving Grayson’s, and Alex has gone round to her
apartment to try and talk her out of it…)
Guilt twisted through her again. Before he’d taken
her into Grayson’s she’d been
floundering, her self-confidence still in bad shape after her mom’s asshole
boyfriend had cornered her when she’d been fourteen. Her succession of
part-time and casual jobs was nothing to brag about, and the only constant in
her life had been her volunteer work at the Wildlife Retreat.
“I’m not leaving you in the shit. There’s plenty of
time to find a replacement for me.”
He gave her a smoldering look. Oh, for fuck’s
sake… “No one could take your place.”
If only he were talking about her as a woman and
not his indispensable work colleague.
“Hate to say it, but you’ll probably be surprised.”
He didn’t immediately deny it, which stung more
than it should.
“You plan on staying in touch?”
She couldn’t tell by his tone of voice whether he
gave a damn one way or the other. So much for no one being able to take her
place. Looked like he was already over it.
Don’t you dare say it. Heat flooded through her, but the words spilled
out anyhow. “I might come visit you in your club one night.”
At least it wiped that infuriating, unreadable
expression from his face. He stared at her as though she’d just grown a pair of
horns.
“I don’t think so.”
It was the note of finality in his voice that
really pissed her off—as if he thought she was joking and he didn’t find it
funny.
“Why not? I think I’d really get off on a night at
your club.” Take that. If only she didn’t look so rough. It was hard
trying to act like a sophisticated woman of the world when she was barefoot and
Alex could’ve stepped off the cover of GQ.
“Didn’t know you were into that scene.”
“There’s a lot you don’t know about me.” Including
the fact I sleep in one of your old shirts. At least he hadn’t recognized
it. Then again, it was about three years old. He’d left it here when the
brothers had helped her move in, and somehow she kept forgetting to give it
back to him.
Accidentally on purpose.
“I would’ve known about this.”
Was he laughing at her? He didn’t look as if he was, but it was hard to
tell what he was thinking.
Whatever. She wasn’t backing down.
“I might not be hardcore, but that doesn’t mean I
don’t like to experiment now and then.”
“Define what you mean by ‘experimenting.’”
He damn well was laughing at her. What’s
the kinkiest thing I’ve read lately? “Ménages.” That’d shut him up. Or turn
him on.
“You enjoy having sex with two men at the same
time?”
She glared at him. “You find it so hard to believe
that two men would want me?”
“That’s not what I find hard to believe.”
His quick-fire response took her breath away. Trust
Alex to compliment and insult her in one easy comment.
She cleared her throat, which kind of ruined the
worldly aura she was going for, but it was better than choking on her own
words. “So, does your club cater for that kind of thing?”
What was she saying? She’d die if he called her bluff.
He didn’t answer right away. His eyes were all dark
and smoky and it was suddenly hard to breathe properly. He seemed to be
considering her question, which sent prickles of alarmed excitement over her
bare skin.
“Excalibur caters
for almost anything,” he said.
Christina Phillips is an ex-pat Brit who now lives in sunny
Western Australia with her high school sweetheart and their family. She enjoys
writing paranormal, historical and contemporary romance where the stories
sizzle and the heroine brings her hero to his knees.
She’s addicted to good coffee, expensive chocolate and bad boy
heroes. Christina is also owned by three gorgeous cats who are convinced the
universe revolves around their needs. They are not wrong.
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