Diablo Blanco Club: Under Control
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“I should have never gone to Paris,” LaTreace sighed as she slid off her bar stool, her purse tucked under her arm.
“It wouldn‟t have mattered,” Ben offered, dropping a soft kiss on the woman‟s cheek. “I told you months ago, I‟ve always been a one-man kinda guy, hon.”
“True, but a girl can dream, can‟t she?” she sighed.
“Yes, you can.” He motioned over his shoulder toward Vance. “Dreams are what kept me going while this one was playing soldier.”
“Who was playing?” Vance raised an eyebrow in amusement.
“Are you sure I can‟t tempt you, just a little bit?” LaTreace teased Ben, her fingers tracing the edges of a button on his shirt. “We could be magic together.”
“I belong to Vance.” Ben shook his head. “Ask him.”
LaTreace turned her gaze toward Vance.
“Sorry, hon.” Vance smiled. “I don‟t share well.” He wrapped one arm around Ben‟s waist and used the other to reach out and pat her shoulder consolingly. “But you are right about the magic. And it‟s all mine.”
“Ours, V. The magic is all ours,” Ben reminded him, his gaze holding Vance‟s before he dipped his head and sealed their mouths together in a heated caress.
Qwillia Rain
Qwillia Rain grew up loving books. From an early age she was creating stories to go with the pictures. By high school she was penning romances for her friends and shocking them with the graphic nature of the love scenes. After leaving her home in Las Vegas, Nevada for Anchorage, Alaska, Qwillia discovered there were other authors who enjoyed throwing open the bedroom doors and exploring the darker side of human nature. She left Alaska for Billings, Montana, but the travel bug struck again.
Currently, Qwillia resides in Raleigh, North Carolina, drawing inspiration from the history, scenery, and rich diversity of the South.
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