Caged

Zusatztext Praise for the Mastered Series and the novels of Lorelei James: No one writes contemporary erotic romance better than Lorelei James.#1 New York Times bestselling author Maya Banks "Sweet! seductive! and romantic...an emotional ride filled with joy! angst! laughs! and a wonderful happily ever after!" New York Times bestselling author Jaci Burton With Unwound ! James once again proves she's the master of erotic romance. New York Times bestselling author Tara Sue Me Beware: Before you read this hot erotic from Lorelei James! get a glass of ice. You are going to need it. Fallen Angel Reviews Lorelei James knows how to write fun! sexy! and hot stories. Joyfully Reviewed Informationen zum Autor Lorelei James is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of contemporary erotic romances, including the Mastered Series ( Bound , Unwound , and Schooled ) and the Blacktop Cowboy novels (Hillbilly Rockstar, Turn and Burn , One Night Rodeo , Wrangled and Tangled , Saddled and Spurred , and Coralled ). Lorelei lives in western South Dakota with her family. Klappentext In the searing fourth novel in the Mastered Series, following Unraveled , only one woman can set a hardened fighter free from his past.... In order to survive a life of tragedy, Deacon McConnell embraced his roughest edges and learned to fight on the streets. Then a life-changing jujitsu seminar led by Sensei Ronin Black led Deacon to become a professional fighter. With his muscular physique and his body covered in tattoos and scars, the MMA fighter defines mean, both on and off the mat. But everything changes when innocent Molly Calloway signs up for his kickboxing class. Molly is Deacon's opposite in every way: She's kind, sweet, thoughtful, and educated. After a heated argument between them turns into a passionate encounter, Deacon realizes Molly is eager to experience more, and she looks to him to take her to the darker edge of lust.... The last thing either of them expects is how deeply their lives will be thrown upside down by the passion they find together. CHAPTER ONE YOU'RE taking me to a strip club? Seriously? Molly stared at her friend/coworker/frequent rabble-rouser, Presley, hoping she was joking. Presley slipped her arm through Molly's. Good golly, Miss Molly, this'll be fun. I promise. See, Bloody Mary used to work here. The blond bruiser from Presley's roller derby team known as Bloody Mary walked in front of them. Why'd she quit stripping? Last year she scored a job as a personal trainer. I guess the bosses at the skin boutique weren't happy she'd put on so much muscle. They prefer their strippers to be tanned bags of bones with fake jugs. Presley shrugged. I don't get that. If I were a dude paying to see tits and ass, I'd want a variety of tits and assknow what I mean? To be honest, Presley, I have absolutely no idea what you mean, or why you think I'd want to see any tits and ass. Hell, I don't even want to look at my own boobs and butt. Then they were standing below a neon sign that boasted HOT EXOTIC DANCERSREADY TO DANCE FOR YOU! Hot and ready . . . Sounds like a pizza joint, she muttered. When Presley didn't respond, she cast a quick glance around the line of guys ahead of them, waiting to get in. The closer they got to the entrance, the more she was tempted to make a break for it. Don't you even think about ditching me, Calloway, Presley warned in her ear. You will walk in and have at least one drink. If it sucks, we'll go. The bouncer, a big African-American guy, threw open his arms when he saw Bloody Mary. Marisol! Gimme some sugar. Marisol was her stripper name, Presley whispered. I gath...

Praise for the Mastered Series and the novels of Lorelei James:

“No one writes contemporary erotic romance better than Lorelei James.”—#1 New York Times bestselling author Maya Banks

"Sweet, seductive, and romantic...an emotional ride filled with joy, angst, laughs, and a wonderful happily ever after!"—New York Times bestselling author Jaci Burton

“With Unwound, James once again proves she’s the master of erotic romance.”—New York Times bestselling author Tara Sue Me

“Beware: Before you read this hot erotic from Lorelei James, get a glass of ice. You are going to need it.”—Fallen Angel Reviews

“Lorelei James knows how to write fun, sexy, and hot stories.”—Joyfully Reviewed
 

Autorentext

Lorelei James is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of contemporary erotic romances, including the Mastered Series (Bound, Unwound, and Schooled) and the Blacktop Cowboy novels (Hillbilly Rockstar, Turn and Burn, One Night Rodeo, Wrangled and Tangled, Saddled and Spurred, and Coralled). Lorelei lives in western South Dakota with her family.

Klappentext

In the searing fourth novel in the Mastered Series, following Unraveled, only one woman can set a hardened fighter free from his past....

In order to survive a life of tragedy, Deacon McConnell embraced his roughest edges and learned to fight on the streets. Then a life-changing jujitsu seminar led by Sensei Ronin Black led Deacon to become a professional fighter. With his muscular physique and his body covered in tattoos and scars, the MMA fighter defines mean, both on and off the mat.

But everything changes when innocent Molly Calloway signs up for his kickboxing class. Molly is Deacon's opposite in every way: She's kind, sweet, thoughtful, and educated. After a heated argument between them turns into a passionate encounter, Deacon realizes Molly is eager to experience more, and she looks to him to take her to the darker edge of lust....

The last thing either of them expects is how deeply their lives will be thrown upside down by the passion they find together.

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CHAPTER ONE

“YOU’RE taking me to a strip club? Seriously?” Molly stared at her friend/coworker/frequent rabble-rouser, Presley, hoping she was joking.

Presley slipped her arm through Molly’s. “Good golly, Miss Molly, this’ll be fun. I promise. See, Bloody Mary used to work here.”

The blond bruiser from Presley’s roller derby team known as Bloody Mary walked in front of them. “Why’d she quit stripping?”

“Last year she scored a job as a personal trainer. I guess the bosses at the skin boutique weren’t happy she’d put on so much muscle. They prefer their strippers to be tanned bags of bones with fake jugs.” Presley shrugged. “I don’t get that. If I were a dude paying to see tits and ass, I’d want a variety of tits and ass—know what I mean?”

“To be honest, Presley, I have absolutely no idea what you mean, or why you think I’d want to see any tits and ass. Hell, I don’t even want to look at my own boobs and butt.”

Then they were standing below a neon sign that boasted HOT EXOTIC DANCERS—READY TO DANCE FOR YOU!

“Hot and ready . . . Sounds like a pizza joint,” she muttered. When Presley didn’t respond, she cast a quick glance around the line of guys ahead of them, waiting to get in. The closer they got to the entrance, the more she was tempted to make a break for it.

“Don’t you even think about ditching me, Calloway,” Presley warned in her ear. “You will walk in and have at least one drink. If it sucks, we’ll go.”

The bouncer, a big African-American guy, threw open his arms when he saw Bloody Mary. “Marisol! Gimme some sugar.”

“Marisol was her stripper name,” Presley whispered.

“I gathered that.”

“Black Bart, baby,” Bloody Mary cooed. “You’re looking as badass as ever.”

“No need to flatt…