ROMANCING THE BULLDOG [NOOK Book]

Liz Morgan, the director of an inner city youth center, is splashed by a speeding limo. To her shock, the man in the limo, Jason Rascone, is the same man she spent a tumultuous, sex-charged night with nearly a decade ago. Not only is he still that gorgeous, Alpha-Male hunk they called Bulldog Rascone, but he is also the mayor of their Florida city and a man many women would love to hold. Liz has had too many disappointments in her life to want to go down yet another dead end street with yet another bad news player, but she can’t stop thinking about him. . .

Jason Rascone has many issues on his plate, not least of which is an upcoming re-election campaign. But when he sees Liz Morgan again, the woman whose virginity he stole years before, he knows he has to have her again. Not just for the hot sex he just knew she could provide, but because deep within him she has been able to penetrate a wall no other woman has been able to scale. And he has to have her in the worse way . . .

Romancing the Bulldog is an interracial romance about two people who decides to cling to each other when so many forces conspire against them. In Jason and Liz we find two very different people who cannot get enough of each other sexually. But they quickly discover that their attraction is far more than a physical thing, but is a love thing, and when it matters the most they hold on for dear life and become even more determined to ride every tide that seeks to wash their newfound, yet profoundly heartfelt, love away.

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He looked down at her, at her flawless dark skin, her beautiful big, bright eyes, her lips. Those infinitely kissable lips. Lips he now had to kiss. He leaned toward her, to see if she would allow it, and when she didn’t pull back, when she didn’t resist his tease, he did it. He kissed her. Chaste at first. He didn’t want to scare the woman. But then he drank her up, almost uncontrollably, terrifying her.

But he couldn’t stop himself. He moved her closer to him and kissed her harder, longer. She allowed it, but he knew he was being too rough. But he couldn’t stop himself. When he stopped and looked at her, and she looked those big eyes up at him, his control broke again. He laid her on her back and began kissing her again. Even longer, even harder. When she wrapped her arms around him, he was beyond help. He wrapped her into his arms tighter and kissed her and kissed her and couldn’t stop kissing her. Her mouth, her cheeks, her neck, her breasts. He kissed and sucked and kissed and sucked her breasts until he was practically out of breathe. . .