Most of us have had a few ‘terrible’ guys in our lives. Face it women, it happens. The string of men who appear so promising, only to find out they only wanted that one thing – you in bed.

Holding Fast

Holding Fast

Maybe after a few of these ‘tools’ you decide to take a break, not get fooled, never let it happen again… but how can you tell the good from the bad? If you could, wouldn’t you have seen through Tool 1, 2, or …3?

Chances, that’s how I think you find out if a man is for real, or merely out to ‘win’ you over.  You’ve got to hold onto your dreams and take chances.

This is the premise of book seven in my Love’s Command Series. Sara’s at that point where she’s done. She needs a break. But finds out life isn’t going to allow her that luxury. Neither is William Bryson.

William Bryson, on the other hand, is struggling with his own demons. After being part of the Sentinel Program, and suffering the side effects of the drugs they fed him, he’s not ready to see Sara again. Not yet.

This story is about keeping those dreams close, and not backing down. Sara might be scared, she might even be as scared of William and what he could potentially be to her, as she is of Ashton, but she’s not a coward. And the deeper she falls for William, the stronger she becomes.

Please enjoy this exclusive sneak peek into Holding Fast:

“I think before we leave today, we’re going to have to practice how you react when I kiss you.”

She blinked, gripped the door handle digging into her hip and tried not to collapse at the burst of adrenaline-laced lust. Oh, God. Kiss him.

Now she was certain she wasn’t ready for him.

“Uh, I don’t think we need to practice.”

Oh, the attraction was there, simmering in his eyes, but he left it unspoken. She had a feeling it had waited long enough.

Now, it appeared, was that time.

 “Practice might be negotiable, but remember, this has to look real.” He walked toward her while he spoke, so by the time he ended quietly, he was in her bubble of space. Butt to the door, she had nowhere to go. Worse, she didn’t know if she wanted to go anywhere. “The men are watching. Let’s see if we can’t make them jealous.”

“Oh, God.” She let him wrap his arm around her waist and bring her right up against his hard body. A sigh escaped that she had no control over. He was so warm and she’d been cold, for so long. “We shouldn’t. I think we really shouldn’t.”

She tried to ignore how perfect he smelled, felt and no doubt tasted, but her denial was weak even to her own ears.

He didn’t pressure her. But she could read the intensity in his eyes. Here was something dangerous. Not as deadly as Ashton, but in his own way, as threatening. The passion simmering between them warned her, even the weakness in her limbs and the out-of-breath sensation she’d forgotten came with lust, shouted at her to be cautious. All of it was one blinking red light. But even as her instincts screamed this was not a good idea, she dropped her gaze to his lips and relaxed in his embrace. Better than the fantasies. It’s going to be so much better.

“Okay. Maybe one, to see, you know, if I can pretend.”

“What makes you think we’ll be pretending?” That was the only clue he gave her as he dipped his head and meshed her lips to his as if they were made for him.

She’d kissed a few men in her life. William stole her breath along with something else she feared she’d never recover. It was one brief display of passion, but no movie had ever depicted the devastation such a caress could cause.

She met his dark eyes, feeling as if her entire world had been turned upside down. Gone was the warrior here to keep her safe. In William’s intense gaze she saw the promise of such hot, long sex she might not survive. Not just sex either, something else she couldn’t understand from a man who had barged into her life only days before.

“Oh.”

“Yeah, oh.” He flickered his hot gaze over her face and lips. It felt as if he wanted to devour her again. Instead he cradled her closer. He held her as if she might break. It was so unexpected, she collapsed against him, so weak she clung to him. “No pretending necessary.”

Author Bio: Billi Jean was born in California but didn't stay put for long. She's lived in New York, Indiana, Missouri, Arizona, Colorado, Florida, Massachusetts and Vermont. She's lived in and worked from ranches to beach-side coffee shops to the woods in western Massachusetts. Now living and working in China, she continues to write for Totally Bound Publishing.

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Billi Jean has been writing since high school when she couldn't wait for Robert Jordon to write his Wheel of Time series faster. As an adult, she still finds herself drawn to fantasy-adventure stories, but with an erotic romance flair. Her books are extremely hot, with a focus on strong characters that are shoved into fast-paced adventures. Her unique style of incredible journeys infused with hot passion leave her fans hoping for more.

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