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Raw Desire

Raw Desire

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by Kate Pearce

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Unforgettable Pleasure

Ally Kendal knows returning to her hometown to sell her mother's house isn't going to be easy. She left in disgrace years ago and hasn't been back since. But she's never forgotten the one man who awakened in her a secret yearning for wildly erotic sexual pleasure. . .

Undeniable Desire

Rob Ward is surprised at the surge of


Unforgettable Pleasure

Ally Kendal knows returning to her hometown to sell her mother's house isn't going to be easy. She left in disgrace years ago and hasn't been back since. But she's never forgotten the one man who awakened in her a secret yearning for wildly erotic sexual pleasure. . .

Undeniable Desire

Rob Ward is surprised at the surge of desire he feels when he first sees Ally after all this time. He's gotten over the betrayal he felt when he found her and his best friend together on the eve of his wedding, but it's obvious he's never given up wanting her. And now that she's back he'll show her what she's missed, how good he makes her feel, how easy it is for him to take control and bring her to the edge of sweet surrender. . .

"This book has something for everyone: hot sex scenes, a sexy hero with a tragic past, a smart and compassionate heroine, intrigue, danger and Regency London at its most decadent!" —Romantic Times on Simply Sexual

"Can you say HOT? Well it doesn't get much hotter than Simply Sexual. From the first scorching page to the last, Kate Pearce takes you on a wild ride of sex and suspense, keeping you guessing until the very end." —Simply Romance Reviews

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Raw Desire



Copyright © 2011 Kate Pearce
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ISBN: 978-0-7582-4140-5

Chapter One

"I'm going to kill him!"

Ally Kendal ripped the slim plastic bag from under her windshield wiper and stuffed it into her pocket. She got into her battered truck, backed out of her driveway with a screech of tires, and drove the five minutes into the center of Spring Falls. She was barely aware of anything except the red mist before her eyes and the urge to wrap her fingers around Rob Ward's neck and finish him off once and for all.

There was only one parking space left outside the small historic building that doubled as the courthouse and the sheriff's department. She slammed out of the truck, into the reception area, and straight through the metal detector, which thankfully didn't go off.

"Hey, miss, hold up."

Too intent on her prey, Ally ignored the uniformed officer and headed down the narrow hallway to the door marked SHERIFF'S OFFICE.

She entered without knocking, saw the source of her troubles sitting at his desk, and marched right on up to him. He flicked a glance at her.

"Hey, Rich, can I call you back? Something's come up."

He put the phone down with a decisive click and looked beyond her to the officer who had just caught up to her at the door.

"I've got this, Jeff. You can go back out front."

His pale blue eyes contained no hint of his feelings as he turned to study her from head to toe.

"What can I do for you, Ms. Kendal?"

His polite, lazy drawl made her clench her jaw so hard her teeth hurt. She yanked the plastic bag out of her pocket and held it out.

"You can stop giving me frickin' tickets!"

His frown was so genuine that if she hadn't known him better, she might have doubted herself.

"I haven't given you a ticket since the day you arrived back in town."

"Yeah, when I had to park on the street for a pathetic half hour while I cleared a space on the driveway." She waved the bag. "So what's this? A mirage?"

He held out his hand, and she tossed the package onto his desk and waited, her foot tapping as he unfolded the single sheet of paper.

"Did you actually read this? It isn't from the Spring Falls Sheriff's Department."

Ally leaned across and snatched the paper from his unresisting fingers. His smile was so condescending she wanted to scream.

"It's from your local homeowners association. They want you to water your lawn every night and put your trash cans away after the garbage collection."

She bent her head to read the note, allowing her long dark hair to shield her blush. After reluctantly paying the first ticket, she'd chucked the rest of the letters unopened in the garbage without reading them. Shit, now what was she going to do?

"Can these people actually enforce this?"

He regarded her steadily, then leaned back and put his hands behind his head. Damn, he looked good. He was thirty: Why couldn't he have developed a paunch and thinning hair like most guys his age while she'd been gone? It was typical of him to try and undermine her by still looking hot.

"It depends. Was your mom's place part of a homeowners association?"

She put her hands on her hips. "How would I know?"

"If you're getting mail from them, I'd assume it was. You'll need to check."

"But I don't intend to live in the house, just clear it out, sell, and leave."

Rob raised his eyebrows. "You're gonna leave again? Who'd have thought it?"

Ally sighed. "Don't try and be sarcastic, Rob. What did you expect me to do? Settle down?"

"Why not? Even though my parents have retired to Florida, Spring Falls is a great place to live. That's why I'm still here."

God, he was so arrogant. "Why is that? I thought you were planning to go away to college with me and never come back."

He shrugged. "Things changed after you dumped me. I didn't want you to think you'd run me out of my own hometown as well. After college, I decided I'd rather come back and live in the place I loved."

"After I left, I never thought about you at all."

His blue gaze sharpened. "Yeah, I should imagine guilt does that to a person. Much easier to pretend you never slept with my best friend and dumped me right before our engagement party."

Ally took a deep, calming breath and wished she'd kept her mouth shut. "All I want to know is if this stupid homeowners association can actually bring charges against me for not watering my lawn. Can you at least do your civic duty and tell me that?"

"Actually, it's got nothing to do with me. You might consider getting a lawyer."

"Rob ..."

He sat up straight and folded his hands on the desk. "It depends on the agreement your mother signed. They might just fine you or get it done themselves and send you the bill. Ted Davis is the guy in charge of your neighborhood. Try asking him."

The anger had gone from his eyes, and his voice was as bland as pureed carrots. Ally, braced for further confrontation, unaccountably felt let down. "I remember Ted; he lived just down the street from my mom's. Is he still there?"

"Of course he is. You know what it's like here—nothing much changes."

She held his gaze, fascinated by the subtle alterations in his face, the laugh lines around his pale blue eyes and the corners of his mobile mouth, the slight shadow of his dark stubble. Ten years had only added to his allure, strengthened his features and made him a man to be reckoned with.

"I'm not intending to stay here long. As soon as I can sell the house, I'll be off again."

He inclined his head an inch. "So you said. Good luck with that in this market."

She raised her chin. "I just need to fix it up a little and it'll sell. My mom inherited it outright eighteen years ago, so it must be worth something, remember?"

"How could I forget?"

How could she forget either? He'd been her first friend, the first person to punch another kid in her defense, and the first boy to kiss her. She shook back the memories and took a deep breath. "Rob, why haven't you returned my calls?"

He frowned at her. "What calls? What the hell did you want to talk to me about?"

Ally turned on her heel and headed for the door. She grabbed the door handle but couldn't resist a last look over her shoulder. Rob was standing as if he meant to come after her, his fingers drumming on the desk.

"I sure don't remember you being willing to talk much, Ally, before you walked out on me."

"That's because you'd already told me what you thought of me. Perhaps I knew there was nothing more to say."

He shrugged. "So it's all my fault now?"

"That's not what I said." Ally sighed. "God, why are you doing this? You're supposed to be the law around here. If you don't choose to answer my calls, why aren't you at least out catching those idiots who scrawl stuff on my car and break my windows rather than fixating on the past?"

"What idiots?"

"The ones I've reported at least six times since I got back. Some people obviously aren't as pleased that I've returned as you are."

"I didn't say I was pleased about it."

Ally barely resisted the urge to bang her head against the door.

"Okay, I get it—just do your job, won't you?"

"Hold up a minute."

He moved so fast that he was beside her before she even fully got the door open.


His shout echoed down the narrow magnolia-painted hallway, making Ally wince.

"In here, Sheriff."

Ally tried to squeeze past, but Rob held on to her upper arm and propelled her alongside him into another office. A familiar elderly woman with large blue-rimmed spectacles and white bouffant hair looked up. A cloud of cheap perfume surrounded her like a poisonous shield. Her expression hardened when she saw Ally.

"What does she want?"

Rob didn't relax his grip on Ally's arm. "Miss Kendal says she has attempted to contact me here on more than one occasion. Why haven't I seen a message or a report?"

Jenny folded her hands in her lap. "I didn't want to bother you with such minor issues, Boss. We all know how busy you are."

Ally glared at the older woman. Yeah, she bet that was it. It had nothing to do with the fact that Jenny had always disliked Ruth, Ally's mom, and was obviously itching to get back at Ruth's equally faithless daughter.

Rob didn't look pleased, and that made Ally want to smile. He'd always been a big believer in telling the truth and doing the right thing, and he hated being in the wrong.

"I like to see every report and every message that comes through here, Jenny. Please remember that in the future."

Jenny pursed her thin lips. "I make sure Deputy Smith gets all that information. I thought he would've passed it on to you, but maybe he didn't think it was important either?"

"He's been out of town for the last three weeks, so nothing's been getting through him. That's why it's important that you copy me."

Ally frowned. Smith was a common name, but somehow from the way Jenny was smirking at her, she guessed it wasn't just any old Deputy Smith being talked about. Rob put a hand in the small of her back and maneuvered her out into the hallway. She turned to face him, aware of his height and breadth, and inhaled a hint of the citrus aftershave he'd always worn.

"Don't tell me—Deputy Smith is Jackson. Right?"



He raised his eyebrows. "It's a small town, Ally. Everyone comes back eventually."

"And I bet you were a lot more pleased to see Jackson than you were me."

She started to walk away from him, but he followed her, pushing open the door to allow them both out into the parking lot.

"Yeah, I was pleased to see him—eventually. So what?"

"So how come you welcome him back with open arms and can't wait for me to leave? There were two of us in that bed, you know."

A muscle flicked in his cheek as he stared at her, his arms crossed over his chest.

"I didn't exactly welcome him back. We worked it out eventually. Jackson and I have been friends for years."

Ally swallowed hard. "And we weren't? God, Rob, you have such double standards."

"And you don't? Hell, you're the one who fucked him, not me."

Ally bit down hard on her lip. There was so much she yearned to say to him, but was there any point? She'd been judged and condemned years ago, and he had a right to be angry. She glanced around at all the open doors. This definitely wasn't the place to have a heart-to-heart. She'd have to wait until they were in a far more neutral place to broach that idea. There was no way she was giving him the satisfaction of using his power over her as sheriff. She pulled her keys out of her pocket and headed for her ancient Toyota truck.

"Ally, I'm sorry that I didn't get your messages. You're right. We do need to talk."

His voice stopped her. She stared at his reflection in the dirty window of her truck and tried to imagine he was really only eight inches tall. He still looked too big and intimidating. This time she wasn't going to turn around and make him think she wanted to listen to him.

"Okay." She opened the door and stepped up into the cab. "You take my complaints seriously and I'll talk to you."

She started the engine and backed carefully out of the parking space. Rob tapped on her window, and she reluctantly opened it.

"Don't park there again, honey. That's Jackson's spot."

"Don't call me honey." She glared at him as she gunned the engine. "What are you going to do, give me another ticket?"

"Sure I will. That's my job, and I'm not letting you get any ideas about taking up any of Jackson's space again."

This time his smile didn't reach his husky-dog-blue eyes, and it transformed his face into a man she hardly recognized. She swallowed hard.

"Jackson's a big boy. I'm sure he can take care of himself."

Rob's expression didn't change. "He's not the same, Ally. The army nearly destroyed him."

"Jackson enlisted?"

He shrugged. "Yeah, right after you left. He was honorably discharged about three years ago. After he got his shit together, I was able to offer him a job as a deputy."

Ally fought an impulse to cry and bit the inside of her cheek instead.

"I suppose you blame me for that as well, don't you?"

Rob sighed. "You asked. I'm just telling you what happened."

"Well, thanks, I'll see you around."

She pressed her foot on the gas and roared out of the parking lot. A stupid thing to do in front of the sheriff, but she had to get away. As she drove, she wondered about Jackson. Had he left because of her? He'd known where she was headed, but he hadn't bothered to keep in touch. Was that why? Had he been too busy getting shot at?

Tears stung at her eyes as the familiar tree-lined streets unrolled around her until she found herself parked in her mother's driveway. She stared at the single-story ranch house and groaned. It needed painting both inside and out, the floors required refinishing, and the plumbing was a disaster. Her plans to run in, sell the house, and get out had taken a big hit. In the current market, there was no way the house would ever sell.

Ally got out of the truck and headed for the peeling front door. An all-too-familiar burning sensation gripped her stomach, and she struggled to force it down. There was no way she'd allow her mother's unwelcome legacy to defeat her. And, if she was honest, she hadn't come back for the house or for her mom. She'd come back to face the people she'd hurt, which was way more frightening than she could ever have imagined.

Rob Ward watched Ally's dented green truck screech out of the parking lot and head out of town. In her pink T-shirt and cutoff jeans, she'd looked way too thin and pale for his liking. His memories of her were warmer, her skin tanned all over from the California sun, her cheeks sunburned and her dark hair held back in a long braid.

He smiled slowly as he headed back into his office. Whether they realized it or not, the homeowners association had done him a favor. Rob had wanted Ally's attention and now he'd gotten it. Her expression when she realized she'd come after him and he hadn't been hounding her after all had been priceless. Rob's grin faded as he shut the door to his office and sat down.

Why the hell had she contacted him? He'd half hoped she would and yet had half dreaded it. Okay, so she'd looked tired, but he still wanted her. Wanted those long legs wrapped around his hips while he fucked her stupid. His cock stirred at the image, and he smoothed his palm over his impatient shaft.

He still had no idea why she'd come back to sell her deceased mother's house. It wasn't as if they'd ever been close. He frowned as he remembered the scandal of her departure, Susan Evans's death that had followed, and Ally's mother's defiant disregard for everyone in the town. Was there something at her mother's house Ally wanted? Surely she didn't need the money. From what he read in the tabloids, she earned more in a year modeling than he would probably make in a lifetime.

And why the hell was she driving that ancient truck? Something wasn't right. He glanced down at his brown uniform pants, which were now tented. He thought she'd ripped his heart out when she'd run out on him, but time had shown him that wasn't true. He'd moved on, hadn't he? Fucked other women, eventually made things right with Jackson, created a new life and career for himself ...

So why did he care whether Ally was back or not? Because she was unfinished business and she knew how he felt about that. She'd probably say it was because he'd never gotten over being dumped, and maybe she had a point.

But it was a lot more complicated than that. He'd missed her, and not just for the sex. She was right. She'd been a part of him for too long for it just to be about that.

He turned on his computer. Yeah, it was definitely time to seek closure with Ally. He'd been semihard ever since he heard she was back, and that wasn't good for a man. Sure, there were plenty of women who'd be glad to help him out with his problem, but now his dreams were all of Ally, of her on her knees begging his forgiveness before he gave in and fucked her.

And there was Jackson to consider. How the hell would he feel about Ally's return? Her scathing comment about his forgiving Jackson and not her stung. Why was it so much more difficult to forgive Ally than his oldest friend? Jackson had betrayed him as well.

Rob pretended to check his e-mail, but he wasn't really in the mood. It had taken him a long time to even consider trusting Jackson again. Would he be able to start afresh with Ally? The idea was tantalizing and too damned attractive to ignore. Whatever happened, the next few weeks were sure going to be interesting.


Excerpted from Raw Desire by KATE PEARCE Copyright © 2011 by Kate Pearce. Excerpted by permission of APHRODISIA BOOKS. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.
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Meet the Author

Kate Pearce was born into a large family of girls in England, and spent much of her childhood living very happily in a dream world. Despite being told that she really needed to 'get with the program', she graduated from the University College of Wales with an honors degree in history.

A move to the USA finally allowed her to fulfill her dreams and sit down and write that novel. Along with being a voracious reader, Kate loves trail riding with her family, 'western style' in the regional parks of Northern California. Kate is a member of RWA and is published by NAL, Kensington Aphrodisia, Ellora's Cave, Cleis Press and Virgin Black Lace/Cheek.

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Raw Desire 4.1 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 17 reviews.
TSteiner More than 1 year ago
3.5 Stars Running away from the past is never a good thing. It's time to handle the errors of the past and move forward into the future. Three lives are about to change, but can they accept the life that fates holds for them or will they run again from the passion and the unknown? "Raw Desire" is a hot erotic read. Love and emotions also run high in this book. I enjoyed the story immensely. The three characters were deeply connected, yet worlds apart. I felt emotionally drawn to Ally. The lack of forgiveness from the town was horrible, but she held on strong and persevered. The true gems were the members of the community that were sympathetic and understanding. They empowered her to continue. The subplot of her mother's reformation was a wonderful surprise and very endearing to me. It really started to show Ally that within herself she could find forgiveness and redemption. It was a wonderful touch. Rob's journey was not as warm and appealing. He was a jerk at times but during the story you saw a spark of understanding with an undercurrent of self discovery. Jackson was a pure delight. He is a quiet soul with so much confusion and turmoil. All I wanted to do was wrap him up and cuddle with him. He was wise and I believe the true backbone of this ménage. With his quiet demeanor and reflection, he was able to see the pitfalls and gently nudge Ally and Ron in the right direction. A lot of the times they didn't go willing or at all, but he was there to help them up when they fell. I loved Jackson! Unfortunately, I knew who the villain of the book was right from the get go. There were no surprises. So the mystery portion of the story just didn't do it for me, but the budding reconnection of this relationship was fun and extremely heated. Now that it's been stated how much I enjoyed the book, I'm disappointed in the misleading blurb from the cover. Short of the names and the general premise of the storyline it doesn't hold true. I honestly don't remember the wedding being brought up and while I hate to be a spoiler this is 100% a M/F/M book. There are three definite partners in this relationship (obviously from my mentioning it above). I personally enjoyed the ménage, but I just thought it needed to be stated since some readers may not enjoy those types of novels. "Raw Desire" is a sensual delight for the senses. Definitely raw and rough; the sex will get you hot and bothered, while the romance will have you cheering and exasperated. This book is a steamy addition to my erotic romance collection that will keep me up at night and have me fanning myself from start to finish.
Dee38753 More than 1 year ago
Kate Pearce has taken "HOT" to a whole new level with RAW DESIRE. From the first page to the last it is full of riveting, STEAMY sexual scenes intertwined with mystery and suspense. Ally Kendall has returned to her hometown to sell her mother's house. Ally had left her hometown in disgrace years ago and knew she wouldn't have an easy time returning. Rob Ward, her old boyfriend, who she betrayed with his best friend are both in town and she runs into them frequently. The sexual tension between the three is extraordinary. RAW DESIRE is infused with BDSM and Gay/Lesbian scenes that are sexually explicit. While this is not necessarily the type of book I normally read, I must say that I did enjoy the main story plot. It was strong and well written. The characters were three dimensional and easily believable. If you are looking for a HOT read...this is one to grab. This book was provided by Kensington Publishing free of charge for an honest review.
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obie2012 More than 1 year ago
Kate Pearce is truly gifted as a romance novelist. She gives good stories with great characters and the abundance of well written sex scenes is truly just icing on a really yummy cake!
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harstan More than 1 year ago
A decade ago, Ally Kendal and Rob Ward were engaged with plans to marry right after their high school graduation. However, their relationship imploded when she cheated with their best friend Jackson Smith and the latter's girlfriend Susan, is found dead in Ally's home. Heartbroken and filled with remorse, Ally leaves town. Ally comes home for the first rime since she left in disgraceful scandal. She is selling her mother's house. Although she has never forgotten the man she still loves, her plan is to say low, finish the mission and get out of town. Rob has moved past the betrayal but when he sees his Alex, he knows he still wants her. His plan is to drive her wild with Raw Desire and need for him. This is an engaging erotic second chance at love starring two interesting characters whose past is tied to love, betrayal and death. The relationship between the older lead couple is fun to follow though they too easily ignore what broke them up in the first place to reconnect sexually; but emotionally they never connect as the past never is quite put to rest. Harriet Klausner
iluvbooks81 More than 1 year ago
This is a great sexy story about second chances at love. Even though I have read many stories with this same theme, the author has added a great plot with lots of unexpected twists and turns. The sex is hot and the story is engaging. Dont miss out on this one. Enjoy:)