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Overview
When desire flows over it makes two head-strong people realise they are powerless under the onslaught of pleasure.
Leonardo Wright has been fighting his attraction to the sexy diva that gets under his skin like no other woman. Deyon is one woman who he can't seem to resist. She is a family friend but he wants to take their relationship to another level. But he wants to do so on his terms...however when dealing with Deyon, she plays by her own rules and her passionate nature will not let him do as he wants. Take it slow and easy and build something lasting. Leo gives in and holds on for a journey that will bring him the one thing he wants more than all else—Deyon's heart.
Deyon De'clare is not prepared to wait for any man to make a decision for her. Leo wants to be involved with her...and he thinks it will be the way he wants it. He is very wrong. Whatever they have will be by both their terms—a mutual meeting of minds, body and souls. At least that is the plan if she can get the stubborn sheriff to understand that she is not a woman who does anything unless she wants too. And she does want Leonardo Wright more than she ever expected. But when one is playing with matters of the heart you have to give in to those irresistible forces.
Product Details
| ISBN-13: | 9781781848005 |
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| Publisher: | Totally Entwined Group |
| Publication date: | 11/01/2013 |
| Series: | McKingley , #5 |
| Sold by: | Barnes & Noble |
| Format: | eBook |
| Pages: | 112 |
| File size: | 288 KB |
| Age Range: | 18 Years |
About the Author
McKenna Jeffries has loved the written word from time she picked up her first book. Soon she was creating tales of love and family.
Although McKenna used to make up stories she never thought to put them on paper until…she realised the stories would keep filling her head until they were written. Since then she's been writing and sharing her books.
There is always some new story floating around her head. An itchy feeling in her fingers fills her until she can get a piece of paper to write it down.
She writes because it's a love affair. Writing is in her blood and she enjoys taking readers on a journey.
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CHAPTER 1
Leonardo Wright tapped his finger on the steering wheel as he drove towards his destination. Suddenly, a car going way too fast zoomed past him. Leo narrowed his eyes, recognising the night blue Audi S8 — he flipped on his lights and went after the sporty sedan. From the type of vehicle, he figured the driver had been at business meetings today instead of at her store.
They continued driving above the posted speed limit. Leo knew she saw him, but she was thumbing her nose at him. Suddenly she made a turn and he clenched the wheel tightly, already mumbling the lecture he would be giving her. He followed and drove through the gates that lead to the oasis she had created. The automobile came to a screeching halt between the Sierra 2500HD crew cab and Toyota Land Cruiser, also in blue. The woman he was chasing was partial to blue. Leo parked behind her then turned off his cruiser.
Her car door swung open and one leg appeared, coming to rest on the ground. Leo studied the bare leg from the knee down until he saw the silver, high-heeled sandal. The rest of the woman came into view and he held the wheel, studying the beauty that was Deyon De'clare. She turned to face him, putting her hands on her hips. On her lush lips was a familiar teasing grin, which only made her captivating features even sexier. The face that had graced many runways and magazines — thus making her the most recognised full-figured supermodel in the world — was framed by wild, kinky hair. She wore shades, but Leo didn't need to see her curly lashed, light-grey eyes to know they had the same teasing in them.
Although she wasn't a model anymore — instead now a sought-after designer that catered to full-figured women — Deyon certainly knew how to capture one's attention. She was her own best advertisement that curves were indeed beautiful, sexy and able to bring a man to his knees. As usual, Deyon was dressed stylishly. A dark royal blue with silver patchwork design shirt sloped off one shoulder, highlighting her rich caramel skin. The shorts were the same blue — without the silver — and stopped at her knees. Deyon bent into her car. Leo exited his cruiser before closing the door, gaze locked on her full ass. He clenched and unclenched his fists, aching to touch the round globes. Deyon stood, pushing her hair back with long fingers. She faced him again, holding a purse and briefcase then, using her hip, she closed her car door. Deyon strode towards him — her innate grace, power and all out sensuality of her walk another thing that made her successful as a model. Her movement had a rhythm that made his heart pound and his palms sweat. Leo kept his face contained.
"Leonardo, are you here to return my weapons?" Deyon's melodious voice held playfulness.
Leo knew she was very serious. The question was the same one she had been asking him for a few months, just varied in the way she phrased it. It had begun around the same time she'd started calling him by his full first name instead of the shortened version as she had usually done before. Deyon pushed her shades up onto the top of her hair. She studied him.
"No, I'm holding them until you promise me that you won't pull them on anyone again. When are you going to press charges?" he gave his standard reply.
"Admit it. You're using my weapons. I bet they aren't even at the station but at your house. You're overstepping your authority, Sheriff." Deyon paused, her brow furrowing, then she said, "As I've told you ad-nauseum, I only pulled them to defend myself when that fool grabbed me. And for the millionth time I'm not pressing charges. I handled it, and he won't be working for me anymore. Leave it alone, Leonardo." There was a sharp snap to her tone.
It was then that Leo noticed the strain on her face. Deyon might be acting like everything was okay, but clearly something was wrong. He noted the sweat beading on her forehead, her jaw was working and her gaze was slightly unfocused — he knew her well enough to know she wasn't feeling well. For that reason, he'd leave the incident at her house — when a male model she had hired for a show hadn't taken no for an answer — alone for now. Although he knew Deyon would not press charges because she'd handled it by tranqing the overzealous man before calling him, Leo still enjoyed needling her about it. Until that incident, he hadn't realised how much an irate Deyon was a turn on. He focused on her, seeing her wavering where she stood under the unrelenting New Mexico sunlight.
"Come on into the house." He slid his hand around her waist.
It was a testament to how ill Deyon must have been feeling that she didn't resist. She let him lead her to her house. This close to her, the scent of coconut and peaches wafted to him. His member hardened as he imagined tasting every inch of her skin, following the intoxicating aroma. Leo was grateful Deyon, who usually noticed too much, was too distracted to realise his problem — his uniform wasn't made to hide an erection. The fragrance was from the lotion Deyon used, which she had specially made at a store in town. There was so much he knew about Deyon. She was a close friend to his sister Arissa and had, by extension, become a part of the Wright family. Leo saw neither Arissa nor Jackson's cars were parked in their slots to the right of the house. They were staying in the two apartments that made up the second floor of Deyon's home. The place was an architectural vision that suited Deyon very well. She'd created a haven on this land with lots of space between her place and anyone else's.
Deyon fumbled for her keys. Leo moved her hand gently away and slid his fingers into the pocket of her shorts. He bit back a groan at being this close to the curvaceous hips he longed to be buried between. Leo pulled out the keys and efficiently opened the door, keeping his other hand on her waist to steady her. Deyon leaned against him heavily.
"I can't believe you drove and you were feeling like this. Recklessly and fast too."
"I had to get home before it hit," Deyon mumbled.
"You don't get them often but even you know it can be dangerous if the migraine hits and you're behind the wheel of a car." Leo led her inside, kicking the outer door closer with his foot.
He glanced at the key ring and found the correct one. A little away, one on the left and another on the right of the centre door, were entrances that led to the apartments upstairs. Leo put the key in the lock of the middle door, pushing it open. The lights came on automatically. Deyon whimpered, pressing her face against the side of his neck. Leo shifted, cradling her, and reached for the lights. He switched them off, darkening the massive living room. Leo lifted Deyon and started towards the master suite.
"If you fall, we'll both have to lay here until someone finds us." Deyon sounded amused by the idea.
"Hush, I know your house as well as I know my own," Leo stated.
"Thank God for that because I really didn't want to be on the ground," Deyon replied in a soft voice.
Leo thought of her driving when she was already feeling the headache. "How'd you plan to get inside if you're already feeling this bad?"
"Walk, and if I fell, crawl until I was at least inside the door. Rissa, Deiter or Jackson should be home soon and they would have gotten me the rest of the way."
Leo tightened his hold. He didn't like hearing that at all. The idea of her lying in the entryway of the house made him furious.
"Calm down, Leo. I've done it before and there has been no one to bring me inside. I just lay there until it was bearable enough for me to get inside. I always make it through fine." Deyon's voice was strained.
"You should have called me or one of the family if you're feeling like this. You don't need to be alone."
"I know, but they hit so suddenly and randomly."
"When was the last time you had one?" Leo pushed open the door with his boot.
"A year."
He carried her across the spacious room to her king-sized bed. Gently, he placed her on top of the quilt. Leo squatted by the bed. He removed her shades and put them on the nightstand then focused on her pushing her hair gently back from her face.
"Where's your medicine?"
"I ... It's been so long it's probably expired and I didn't get a refill." Deyon gritted her teeth.
"Deyon —" He growled but cut himself off.
There was nothing to be done about that now. Leo stood and went to the attached bathroom. He got a basin and quickly filled it with cool water while grabbing a cloth. He searched the medicine cabinet and pulled out some over-the-counter pain pills. Returning to her bedroom, he placed the items on the floor by the bed. The pain pills he set on the nightstand. He left rapidly, going back into the hall then down to the living room and making a right into the kitchen. Even in the dark he knew his way as he went to the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water before retracing his steps to the bedroom. Deyon was curled up in a ball, moaning. Leo knelt by the side of the bed, got some pills then opened the water and gently lifted her to give them to her. She moved the water away after just taking enough to swallow the pills. Leo didn't push for any more, knowing she was probably feeling nauseated. He reached for the cloth and wet it before placing it over her eyes.
"Thanks." Her voice was hoarse.
"Shh ... no talking. Later we talk," Leo stated.
"Oh shit, that's your lecture voice. What did I do now?" Deyon lifted one end of the cloth, watching him.
Leo stifled a smile. If only she knew how much lately he'd been enjoying their lectures. She would get agitated and start tapping her foot, making her full breasts bob, then she would bite her lip causing them to plump even more enticingly. Finally, when she'd had just enough, she would roll her eyes, shifting around on whatever she was sitting on, moving her body so sensuously he was hard pressed to not push her over and have her right wherever they were.
"Driving. But we'll discuss it later. If I rub your temples will it help or hurt you?" Leo asked.
"It would feel good, but you don't need to do that. You've done enough," Deyon protested.
"Hush, woman."
"Enjoy my not being up to responding to that while you can. Now get to massaging me." She smiled then winked.
"I'll massage you anywhere you want." It was a promise and he stared into her open eye.
Deyon looked startled then speculative. "When I'm feeling better, we're going to definitely talk."
"That's why I was coming to see you," Leo admitted. He'd decided to stop beating around the bush and just make his intentions known.
"Wh —?"
"Shut up, Deyon." He touched her fingers, moving them off the cloth.
Leo smoothed the cloth over her eyes. He rested his fingers on her temples and started massaging. She moaned softly. The sound made his cock even harder. He shifted, trying to get space in his slacks. Leo continued his ministrations then removed the cloth, rubbing along the top of her forehead outwards down to the sides. He alternated the cool water and massaging. A few times he changed the water and kept working on the migraine she was experiencing. Slowly, Deyon relaxed then went lax as she drifted off to sleep. Leo placed the wet cloth in the basin. He leaned over and put his hand on the bed under his chin, studying her face. Asleep, Deyon was even sexier. Her thick lashes fanned out just below her eyes and her lush lips were slightly parted as she breathed deeply.
Suddenly she sat up. "I can't sleep in this."
She went to swing her legs off the bed and Leo stilled her. Deyon blinked, opening her eyes. Her unfocused gaze cleared and she looked at him.
"I'll get it. Stay." He moved her back gently to where she had lain before.
"On the chair."
Leo turned to where she gestured then retrieved the clothing. He shook it open and bit back a groan — it was one of her short, flirty housedresses. This one was burnt orange with dark red flowers. He returned to the bed. Deyon reached for it, but he held it out of her reach.
"You're not undoing all my hard work. Stay there," he snapped.
"No one asked you to. Don't get nasty with me." She mirrored his tone.
Leo smiled. She was starting to feel better. Deyon was very independent and didn't like leaning on anyone.
"Okay. I don't want to argue with you. I'll help you into it." He silently cursed himself for setting himself up for the torture of seeing her almost naked and not being able to touch.
"You just want to get a look at my goodies," Deyon teased.
"Yes, but when you're well enough we can both do something about it," Leo countered.
Deyon's gaze went wide then narrowed. A look of speculation filled her eyes then she smiled, a small twist of lips. Deyon sat up and he helped her. Leo gritted his teeth as he removed her blouse then pants. His hand shook at the first view of her cream coloured bra and matching high-cut panties. Both were lacy and looked so tactile. Leo focused on the dress he had to put on her. Quickly he covered her up, breathing a sigh of relief. Deyon ran her cool fingers against the side of his face. He lifted his head, meeting her pale-grey gaze. Leo swallowed at the desire he saw there. He resisted the invitation and slid her back into place on the bed. Deyon shifted on top of the quilt.
"Pull off the quilt," she demanded.
Leo did as she bid, gulping as she moved to the side. He pushed it under her body then she rolled back towards him. The dress hiked up, showing even more of her long legs. Deyon's body pressed against his chest. She moaned, a wanton sound. Leo finished pulling the quilt out then knelt again.
"Sleep."
"I —"
"Do you want the headache to come on stronger? I know it isn't fully gone."
"No, it isn't. It's just lurking in the background waiting to pounce again." Deyon sighed.
"Rest. I'll be here when you wake." He ran his finger down her cheek.
Deyon studied him then spoke, "I'm gonna hold you to that."
"I want you to."
She kept her gaze locked with his before her eyes drifted shut. Leo kept watch as her breathing deepened and she went back to sleep. When he was sure she was out, he went into the other room to make a call. Once finished, Leo returned then lifted the chair he'd retrieved the housedress from and carried it to the bedside. Sitting, he crossed his arms over his stomach and observed the woman who had got under his skin. They'd have to talk about what to do about it once she woke. Leo pulled off his boots and socks. Removing his gun belt, he stood then placed it on a table by where he knew she kept a gun safe behind the picture on the wall. He relaxed against the high-back chair, shifting to get comfy. The sound of Deyon's soft breathing filled the room.
* * *
Deyon blinked, stretching as she woke. She was thankful the migraine had gone. Mentally she made a note to get her prescription filled. She rarely got migraines, but when she did, and didn't take her medicine, they lasted longer than they should. This time it hadn't and she knew why. Deyon turned her head and a smile curled her lips as she spotted his large feet. They were propped against the bed. Leonardo had sexy feet — all manly, big and looking so touchable. Not that she had ever touched them, but she'd fantasised about it. About a lot of things she'd like to do to Leonardo Wright. Until recently, she might have called him Leo out loud, but in her head he had always been Leonardo. His name matched the man — a compelling face that made her pulse race and panties get wet. All those things were Leonardo.
Deyon raised her gaze, studying those long, muscular legs in his uniform. The sheriff uniform he wore should be listed as its own lethal weapon. It was hell on the pulse and made her want to rip it off. His broad chest was showcased in his shirt, but it was better viewed bare as she had seen it at various times when they were around his family. His dark sienna skin offset his light brown eyes. Rugged, masculine features and a short haircut matched his strong, confident and straightforward personality. The combination of his traits was what had got him elected as Sheriff of McKingley and made him the man who awakened things inside her that she'd not pursued in a long time. She'd known him a long time and had been studying to gauge what was in his psyche. She still hadn't figured him out and wanted to get deep within the layers of who Leonardo Wright was.
(Continues…)
Excerpted from "Irresistible Forces"
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Copyright © 2013 McKenna Jeffries and Aliyah Burke.
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