Sapphire: An intense erotic romance novel

Sapphire: An intense erotic romance novel

by Jeffe Kennedy

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A successful executive, M. Taylor Hamilton is on track with her ten-year plan. Too bad her personal life consists of hitting the gym and grocery shopping. Enter the seductive Adam Kirliss. They may have a working relationship, but everything changes at an office party when he handcuffs her to the rail of a yacht.

Taylor writes off the adventure as too much champagne, but when Adam challenges her to a date, she agrees to meet up with him. And follow his rules. They share a night of exquisite intimacy, brimming with both pain and pleasure. But afterward, fearful of losing her heart, Taylor pulls back emotionally.

Adam is determined to prove that she longs for the loss of control he can give her—and the passionate release it provides. How can he make her see that he wants her, and not just her body?

32,000 words

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781426892493
Publisher: Carina Press
Publication date: 10/24/2011
Series: Facets of Passion
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 384
Sales rank: 96,893
File size: 398 KB

About the Author

Jeffe Kennedy is an award-winning author with a writing career that spans decades. Her works include non-fiction, poetry, short fiction, and novels.

She lives in Santa Fe, New Mexico, with two Maine coon cats, a border collie, plentiful free-range lizards and a very handsome Doctor of Oriental Medicine.

Jeffe can be found online at her website:, every Sunday at the popular Word Whores blog and pretty much constantly on Twitter @jeffekennedy.

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Taylor brushed a rebellious wisp of hair out of her eyes for the umpteenth time and sighed. Why her CEO insisted on having the entire staff out on his yacht for these little shindigs, she didn't know. Better to be behind her glass-and-mahogany desk, working the numbers.

Numbers had a nice way of adding up.


Ah, and there was J. C. Worthington himself. Taylor squared her shoulders, plastered on a smile and strolled over to her beckoning boss. She'd feel more confident in her usual suit, but Worthington had decreed cocktail attire for this celebration. Nothing that "smells of the office." Ha-ha.

"Taylor." He smiled in his grandfatherly way that fooled no one. "You look like you're still at work. This is supposed to be fun!"

"I'm having fun," she assured him, tugging the hair out of her eyes. "Your yacht is lovely, as always."

"So is the sunset and the view." Worthington gestured at a tuxedoed server and pressed a flute of champagne into her hand. "And we're celebrating tonight."

"Oh, I don't really—"

"Do I have to tell you to relax and enjoy yourself?" Worthington gave her a mock stern look, then laughed. "You worked hard for this contract. Live it up a little—I'll make it an order if I have to."

She smiled, but it felt thin. She gave the orders in her life and she liked it that way. But she also knew how to play the corporate game. She tipped her glass to Worthington and sipped, the champagne sliding cool and sparkling down her throat. He smiled his approval.

"That's better. Now where's Kirliss? Ah, there." Worthington beckoned to the long-legged man in black lounging by the rail. With his sleek dark hair and the impeccable lines of his suit, probably Armani, he reminded her of a jungle cat. "Adam, I'd like to raise a toast to you and Taylor. You two make an excellent team. To a bright and lucrative future!"

They obediently raised their glasses and clinked. Adam Kirliss sipped at what looked like whiskey, watching her over the sharp crystal rim with eyes nearly the same color. She'd become accustomed to his steady regard. The man negotiated like a predator, which she understood and appreciated. He'd hit on her once but had taken her cool refusal on the grounds of business well. She respected that too. Not every guy managed to be gracious about it.

"We're also celebrating Taylor's promotion tonight." Worthington slipped a brass strip out of his jacket pocket and displayed it with a broad smile. The new doorplate gleamed in the late evening light. M. Taylor Hamilton, Vice President of Development. "I'm hoping this might hold you off from taking my job for a few years."

"That, and the comfortable raise that goes with it." Taylor raised her eyebrows. Of course, becoming CEO was on her ten-year plan. At year eight, to be precise.

"Well done, Taylor." Kirliss shook her hand in congratulations. He held it just a bit too long, his long fingers strong and strangely hot against her skin. "You know, I've been wondering—what does the M stand for?"

"Mad Dog," Worthington inserted with crowing laugh.

Taylor returned the grin easily at the company joke. The guys all found it funny and she figured it only added to the image she wanted to project. Plus, she had no intention of ever revealing that the M stood for Molly. Her mother had named her Molly Taylor, so she could choose either an earth-mother image or go with M. Taylor for a more businesslike name.

She'd been Molly until third grade. Then she ditched the name, along with pigtails, dirty dresses and the na ve hope that her mother would change. M. Taylor she'd been ever since.

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