Rolan Paxton, the Patriot's celebrated wide receiver, dominated the football world for ten years. Fame, fortune fell into his lap. He rode the rainbow collecting Super Bowl wins, and women.
A decade later, disillusioned and unable to pinpoint exactly what's missing, he runs into Sarita Khan, the nose-in-a-book classmate whose virginity he claimed on prom night, a memory he’s relished for ten years.
Sarita never thought she'd see Rolan again. The NFL drafted him two days after Prom, two days after he took her virginity. What were the odds of her son's father chartering the luxury yacht she's crewing for a decade later? And that he'd still make her burn like he did ten years ago?
Sarita wants Rolan, but she wants her independence. Rolan's a control freak bent on domination. Determined to master Sarita, Rolan slaps on the manacles -- and turns this trip to Monaco into a pleasure cruise.
Excerpt
Rolan Anthony Paxton’s dawn fantasy had him in a state of rapture.
One hand cradling his neck, the other thrown across a king-sized pillow, he slid his thighs apart over the cool satin sheets to give the expert mouth cocooning his randy prick better access. A light twirl over the crown and that delectable tongue worked its way down the length of him.
“Rolan, sweetie?”
Stifling an automatic wince, he lifted one eyelid and looked at the blonde servicing him. Cindy something, a Pamela Anderson lookalike on the verge of stardom, great tits and a God-awful high-pitched, chalk-on-the-blackboard voice. He should have picked the other one.
“Hmmh?”
The yacht’s engines hummed to life, and the boat vibrated and rocked. An open porthole let Mediterranean brine into the room, along with an unexpected morning chill. Monte Carlo’s perpetual traffic buzzed in the background.
At least she hadn’t stopped using those wonderful hands, but that happy thought evaporated with the dig of a nail.
“Ouch,” he snapped. “Watch those talons.”
“Ooops, sorry,” she said, and cupped a hand over her mouth to suppress a nervous giggle.
A barrage of firm knocks hit the cabin door and he cut to the sound, mood souring and lips curling. Figured; it took him longer and longer these days, and the slightest mishap turned him off. Age, it had to be, since he was twenty-nine and tired of the same old, same old.
Money, fame, success, and nothing counted anymore.
He knew he should be grateful. How many athletes made it to the Superbowl, not once, not twice, but three times? Startled out of his brooding by a repeat of rapping on the burnished mahogany door, he shot a glance at the blonde and ordered, “Cover up.” In a louder tone, he called, “Come in.”
Without looking up, he snagged the cover sheet and began drawing it over his calves. He stopped when an audible gasped, “Oh no.” penetrated the silence.
His head snapped up and a stunned paralysis claimed his limbs.
He’d never forgotten those eyes, the color of liquid caramel, that wild hair, every shade of a fiery sunset, and a bottom lip so plump, so inviting that one night he hadn’t been able to resist nibbling on it for hours.
Sarita Khan, the-nose-in-a book classmate he’d been forced to serve four Saturdays of detention with during his last year in high school. The girl whose virginity he’d taken on Prom night after breaking up with the captain of the cheerleading team. Those sweet elfin features had haunted his dreams intermittently over the last ten years. Adrenalin surged in his veins and his heartbeat accelerated. Sarita, his Sarita
Professional Reviews
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Manacled in Monaco
For ten years, Rolan Anthony Paxton, has been at the top of his game as wide receiver for the Patriot’s. Three Super Bowl wins, women at his beck and call, and a young buck gunning for his position, there is still a honey-eyed innocent from his past that stars in his fantasies. He thought he was dreaming when Ms. Honey-eyed herself, Sarita Khan, walks into his stateroom on the luxury yacht he has chartered. The dream continues when Rolan meets their ten-year old son, Anthony Rolan Khan. Their attraction hasn’t faded over the past ten years and now it is even headier. Has fate given him another chance to make Sarita and Tony permanent fixtures in his life? Only time will tell as one of the largest trials of Rolan’s life is thrown at him.
What fun this was to read! Rolan was a woman’s walking wet dream. He was commanding, fun, and sensitive. I loved Sarita from the beginning. She was fierce. Independent and a fighter; she immediately became one of my favorite heroines. Rolan and Sarita’s relationship seemed to pick up where it left off without the interference of parents. I loved how Ms. Carlo didn’t make every aspect of their relationship perfect. The conflicts and problems they encountered were realistic and that is what made this book so hard to put down. And I must say, the sex was hot enough to melt a block of ice if it were in the vicinity of anyone readying this book. I highly recommend this book for anyone just wanting to read something good, hot, and sexy.
The publisher has issued a note about the book containing explicit sexual content, graphic language, and situations some may find objectionable.
Reviewed by: Shira
Cupid Times
Manacled in Monaco
For ten years, Rolan Anthony Paxton, has been at the top of his game as wide receiver for the Patriot’s. Three Super Bowl wins, women at his beck and call, and a young buck gunning for his position, there is still a honey-eyed innocent from his past that stars in his fantasies. He thought he was dreaming when Ms. Honey-eyed herself, Sarita Khan, walks into his stateroom on the luxury yacht he has chartered. The dream continues when Rolan meets their ten-year old son, Anthony Rolan Khan. Their attraction hasn’t faded over the past ten years and now it is even headier. Has fate given him another chance to make Sarita and Tony permanent fixtures in his life? Only time will tell as one of the largest trials of Rolan’s life is thrown at him.
What fun this was to read! Rolan was a woman’s walking wet dream. He was commanding, fun, and sensitive. I loved Sarita from the beginning. She was fierce. Independent and a fighter; she immediately became one of my favorite heroines. Rolan and Sarita’s relationship seemed to pick up where it left off without the interference of parents. I loved how Ms. Carlo didn’t make every aspect of their relationship perfect. The conflicts and problems they encountered were realistic and that is what made this book so hard to put down. And I must say, the sex was hot enough to melt a block of ice if it were in the vicinity of anyone readying this book. I highly recommend this book for anyone just wanting to read something good, hot, and sexy.
The publisher has issued a note about the book containing explicit sexual content, graphic language, and situations some may find objectionable.
Reviewed by: Shira
Coffee Time
Manacled in Monaco
For ten years, Rolan Anthony Paxton, has been at the top of his game as wide receiver for the Patriot’s. Three Super Bowl wins, women at his beck and call, and a young buck gunning for his position, there is still a honey-eyed innocent from his past that stars in his fantasies. He thought he was dreaming when Ms. Honey-eyed herself, Sarita Khan, walks into his stateroom on the luxury yacht he has chartered. The dream continues when Rolan meets their ten-year old son, Anthony Rolan Khan. Their attraction hasn’t faded over the past ten years and now it is even headier. Has fate given him another chance to make Sarita and Tony permanent fixtures in his life? Only time will tell as one of the largest trials of Rolan’s life is thrown at him.
What fun this was to read! Rolan was a woman’s walking wet dream. He was commanding, fun, and sensitive. I loved Sarita from the beginning. She was fierce. Independent and a fighter; she immediately became one of my favorite heroines. Rolan and Sarita’s relationship seemed to pick up where it left off without the interference of parents. I loved how Ms. Carlo didn’t make every aspect of their relationship perfect. The conflicts and problems they encountered were realistic and that is what made this book so hard to put down. And I must say, the sex was hot enough to melt a block of ice if it were in the vicinity of anyone readying this book. I highly recommend this book for anyone just wanting to read something good, hot, and sexy.
The publisher has issued a note about the book containing explicit sexual content, graphic language, and situations some may find objectionable.
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