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But she was wrong. Boone had more exquisite torture in store for her. He slid his cock into her an inch at a time, teasing her with its size and length. And once he was fully inside her, he set up a slow rhythm that slowly drove her crazy.

“Please,” she begged. “Please, please, please.”

“Please what?” he asked as he rocked into her.

“Please let me come. Please come with me. Please, Boone. Please.”

“Since you asked so nicely.” But she heard it in his voice. He was on the rough edge as much as she was.

He sped up his pace and drove into her once, twice, three times, and then carried her over the edge with him into dark, erotic space, where she whirled in the center of a massive detonation. Her pussy clamped down on him and spasmed over and over as his cock pulsed inside her. When the last shudder subsided, the last aftershock, he fell forward, catching himself on his forearms, breath raspy. She wasn’t sure if it was his heartbeat she heard or her own

Montana had no idea how long they lay there like that. She wasn’t sure if she’d ever move again or even wanted to. Then Boone slipped slowly out of her body, eased from the bed, and went to dispose of the condom. In seconds, he was back, untying the scarves and rubbing her arms to ease the strain. She blinked at the sudden light.

“You okay?” he asked, turning off the bedside lamp and sliding into bed beside her.

“More than.” She sighed, blissfully content. She snuggled back against the warm curve of his body. “Boone?”

“Uh-huh?”

“I told Darlene I’m buying the diner. She’s getting the papers drawn up this week.” She paused. “Are you glad?”

When he didn’t say anything, at first, a knot formed in her stomach. Then he kissed her shoulder and nibbled her ear.

“Glad is too weak a term for what I am, Montana. I’m hoping you’ll be serving me breakfast there for a lot of years to come. And sleeping in my bed at night.”

“Yeah?” Her heart stuttered with happiness.

“Damn straight. Now, go to sleep. Tomorrow, we’ll be making some plans.”

Montana closed her eyes and fell into the best sleep she’d had in years. Yes, she’d definitely come home.

People ask me all the time if I always wanted to be a writer. I don’t know if “always” is the word but certainly for all the years I can remember. I was a voracious reader, as were my mother and sister, and books held a royal place in our home. The funny thing is, I always thought I would write mysteries because that’s what we all read. I didn’t read my first romance until 2004, when I was sitting with the same three chapters of a mystery on my computer that had been there for three months. But then my eyes were opened, and they never closed.

Submitting that first book was scary, but after a lot of rejections you stop being scared and become determined I’m glad I never gave up, because I am having the most fun in my life I have ever had. (Well, maybe not
ever!
LOL!) So here I am, with all these titles under my belt.

Writing a book is a solitary experience but it never comes to the bookshelves, virtual or other, alone. For me, it starts with my friends, especially me best bud and critique partner, Cerise Deland, who is always there when I need her to help me plug those plot holes ad beef up the scenes. Next comes beta reader extraordinaire, Margie Hager, who ahs the best eagle eye in the world. Thank you, Margie my love, for all the hours you put in to help me bring my stories to life.

Then of course there are the wonderful ladies of Wizards in Publishing, Kate Richards and Valerie Mann. From editing to formatting to uploading, without them my books would never get to the outside world. You will never know how much I appreciate you.

Then there are Desiree’s Dolls, my wonderful street team who is always busy passing the word. Ladies, I am blessed with your dedication. Special thanks to Amber Hill, Kim Rocha and Janet Rodman. You guys are just the very, very best. I love you.

Then there is my family. Do they read my books? Absolutely not! But they are the best public relations team in the world. From my daughter Amy Nease who tells all her clients about me to my son Steve Horwitz who makes sure he lets everyone he knows when I have a book released to my younger daughter Suzanne Hurst who is my good right hand y my granddaughter Kayla Hurst, who is my wonderful left hand. Guys, I could not do it without you. If you see me at a convention, Suzanne will not be far from my side.

My cats, of course, keep me company while I write. And you all have seen pictures of Bast at the keyboard with me. She thinks she should get co-author credit!

Last but very far from least are all of you, my wonderful readers, who send me such great emails and posts and are so faithful. I love you so much. You are my extended family and I send you all many hugs.

There are a lot more stories to come. Please stay tuned.

Referred to by USA Today as the Nora Roberts of erotic romance, Desiree Holt is the world’s oldest living published erotic romance author. A graduate of the University of Michigan with double majors in English and History, her earlier careers include agent and manager in the music industry, public television, associate vice president of university advancement, public relations, and economic development.

She is three times a finalist for an EPIC E-Book Award (and a winner in 2014), a nominee for a Romantic Times Reviewers Choice Award, winner of the first 5 Heart Sweetheart of the Year Award at The Romance Studio as well as twice a CAPA Award winner for best BDSM book of the year, and winner of the Holt Medallion for Excellence in Romance Literature.

She has been featured on
CBS Sunday Morning
and in
The Village Voice
,
The Daily Beast, USA Today, The (London) Daily Mail, The New Delhi Times, The Huffington Post
and numerous other national and international publications. She is also the Authors After Dark 2014 Author of the Year.

“Desiree Holt is the most amazing erotica author of our time and each story is more fulfilling then the last.” (
Romance Junkies
)

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