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Genre: interracial historical (1969) romance
Release Date: 10 August 2019

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Where were you in the summer of ‘69? Picketing, peacemaking, or falling under the spell of a magic man?

The day Adele Robbins turns eighteen, she flees her mother’s house to escape her lewd stepfather. She aspires to help people, but for now she simply needs a roof over her head. When she stumbles over a generous—and sexy as all get-out—hippie playing guitar on the street, she grabs at the chance for a temporary refuge.

While replacing the family he lost to tragedy as a child, Jeremy Dobson also plans to make the world a better place. Recruiting new followers should be easy, but one headstrong woman threatens to upset all his plans.

Unpeeling the layers of this unusual man makes Adele wonder if she’s jumped from the frying pan straight into the fire. She refuses to be a doormat like her mother, but Jeremy’s magnetism is a force not to be trifled with. When he beckons her to the edge to pursue their mission, will she follow?

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Until the door closed, Adele didn’t dare move. Instead, Jeremy flung it wide open.

“Get off him,” he bit out.

The barely controlled fury in his voice filled her with a thrill with fear close on its heels. The man should have a high-voltage warning label on his forehead.

“I’m just following your orders, master,” she said sweetly.

After he ripped the sheet from their bodies, exposing their jeans, he frowned but let out a shaky breath.

“You disobeyed me,” he told her.

Adele scrambled off Denny who jumped up and grabbed his shirt. “You recruit your way, and I’ll recruit mine.”

“I-I didn’t touch her,” Denny told Jeremy, his eyes round and wide. “In fact, I’m going to split, okay?”

Jeremy, looking wild-eyed himself, shook his head so hard his long hair danced above his shoulders. “Don’t leave, man. In fact, I told her to pleasure you so you’d stay here.”

“Oh, well…um…I’m going to crash on the sofa.” Denny dropped his gaze as he slunk out the bedroom door and closed it.

Jeremy jammed his hands on his hips. “You disobeyed me,” he repeated.

“I heard you the first time,” Adele said as she put her blouse back on. “I’m not some whore you can pimp out.”

He paced around the bed. “You have a duty to help recruit new members.”

“You should have thought of that before you slept with me.” She headed to the closet to pack. “This place is not my scene. It’s high time I left.”

“And where will you go, Adele?” He rocked on his heels. “Out in the cruel racist world where you’ll be treated like a second-class citizen the rest of your life?”

She paused and squeezed her eyes shut. “I’d still have more dignity out there than being a whore here.”

“Then why didn’t you tell me you had a problem with your assignment?” he asked. “Why lie on top of the guy with your blouse off?”

She shrugged. “The same reason you did it with Mindy, I suppose. How did it feel, Jeremy, seeing me that way?”

He stepped forward until he was so close she could feel his body heat. “I think you’ve forgotten who’s in charge here. Maybe you need to be taught a lesson.”

His words sent a shiver of fear and desire through her. “Don’t you get it?” she whispered. “I can’t be with anyone but you.”

He grabbed her arms and pulled her against him so suddenly she gasped. “I dig it, sweetheart, and your loyalty is wonderful. But you still have to be punished.”

She rolled her eyes, chasing away the tender feeling she’d just had. “What am I, a child?”

“No, but you must trust and follow me one hundred percent.” He held her at arm’s length and gave her a gentle shake. “The journey you’re taking with me won’t always be easy. Your obedience may come down to life and death someday.”

Ice filled her veins. “You’re scaring me.”

“Put your fears in me,” he said as he reached for her waist and unzipped her jeans.

Desire rolled through her so hard, her knees buckled.

I think I’m going to like being punished.

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“Jeremy…” she moaned.

He paused to look up at her with passionate green eyes. “Is the pleasure taking away the pain, sweetheart?”

She responded by grabbing his hair. Pulling the strands. So he’d hurt too. And stop. He had to stop…

Then she moved his head like a marionette so he did exactly what she wanted. Just as he directed her every thought and action the rest of the time.

With no warning, he sucked her bundle of nerves. Hard. She exploded against him, so filled with ecstasy, she hardly noticed the burning pain in her cheek when she dug it against the quilt.

Her legs shook around his face as her release ripped through her. With it, she yelled out all the fear she’d felt today. And her anger at him for putting her through it. By the time she’d finished, she was on the floor—her body contorted like a pretzel—with her hands around his throat.

“I hate you!” she shrieked.

He ate her words with a kiss that tasted like her passion. “Why, love? Why do you hate me?”

“Because…because you keep trying to control me,” she said, scratching everything she could get her hands on. “And I won’t let you.”

“Let’s get something straight.” He gripped her wrists so firmly she couldn’t move. “I haven’t done anything to you. Everything you do is of your own free will.”

“Well, my free will tells me not to get rocks thrown at me—or worse—anymore.”

He released one wrist and touched his face. “It stings. Did you draw blood?”

A large breath deflated her chest as she came back to herself. She ran her fingers over his hot flesh. The beard stubble stirred a fresh longing in her cunt. She would give her life to feel his cock inside her.

“I guess I did,” she replied. “I-I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry,” he growled near her ear. “In fact, if you hadn’t already done it, I would have.”

“What are you talking about?”

His fingers shook as they hovered over her bandage. “What kind of gentleman would I be if I let you get injured while I went unscathed?”

She smiled for the first time all day. “You’re a lot of things, Jeremy Dobson, but you’re no gentlemen.”

He laughed and ripped off her bandage. Before she could stop him, he pressed his bleeding cheek against hers.

She squirmed, trying to get away, but he held her fast. “What are you trying to do?”

“Join us,” he said, his voice low and raspy.

“This is sick.”

“No, it isn’t,” he said, breathing hard as he clutched her head. “Native Americans become blood brothers so they can rely on each other in battle.”

Her breaths came in short gasps. The mixture of pain and bonding sent her arousal through the roof. Her swollen core ached so badly she was driven to stroke it.

“That’s it, sweetheart. Rub your sweet pussy. Get it ready for me because I’m going to fuck you so hard.”

His very words sent a tremor though her. Sweat coated her skin. From lust, anticipation, and maybe even a little fear.

Using her willpower, she pulled her soaked finger out of herself and let it lay on the floor. “D-do you plan to do this…bonding…with the others, too?”

“What do you think, special one?” he asked as he jerked open his fly and pulled out his erection—red, throbbing, and undeniably hers.

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