Sinful Rewards 10
A Billionaires and Bikers Novella
By: Cynthia Sax
Avon Red Impulse
Avon Red Impulse
ABOUT THE BOOK~
Everything that Bee once believed in has changed … because of him. With one heated glance, one meaningful touch, one soul-melting kiss, he has turned her world upside down and transformed her life forever.
She knows he'll do anything for her, including sacrificing all that he holds dear and never letting her go.
But what is she willing to do for him?
Will Bee embrace the unthinkable to keep her man safe and give up her dreams to spend one more night in his arms? Will their passion be enough to satisfy them?
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Cynthia Sax lives in a world filled with magic and romance. Although her heroes may not always say, "I love you," they will do anything for the women they adore. They live passionately. They play hard. They love the same women forever. Cynthia has loved the same wonderful man forever. Her supportive hubby offers himself up to the joys and pains of research while they travel the world together, meeting fascinating people and finding inspiration in exotic places such as Istanbul, Bali, and Chicago.
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“Hawke?” I hold on to him with the little strength I have left.
“Love,” he says softly, his voice drowsy.
“Stay with me.” I don’t want him to leave, to put himself in danger. “Let someone else take this assignment.”
“There’s no one else.” He nuzzles against my neck, his stubble teasing my skin. “I’m the only person qualified to make these decisions, Belinda.”
“But I thought you were more valuable out of the field.” I look up at him, relaying what Dawg told me.
“Who said I was more valuable out of the field?” Hawke raises his head.
“Is it true?” I counter, not willing to betray a confidence.
He gazes at me for one, two heartbeats. “Yeah, it’s true,” he admits. “There are decisions I’m solely responsible for and duties I can perform better than anyone else, tasks that will reduce my team’s risks and save lives.”
He’s been thinking about what we discussed yesterday. Warmth spreads across my chest. He listened to me. “And you don’t mind completing these tasks?”
“I prefer to focus on them.” Hawke’s lips twist. “My specialty was intelligence, not reconnaissance.”
I stare blankly at him, not knowing the difference between the two.
“I’d rather uncover a hostile’s identity and prevent incidents than deal with the fallout,” he clarifies, dragging his scarred knuckles along my cheekbones.
His touch isn’t able to distract me. I’m wide awake and freaking the hell out. “Are you telling me you’re not even trained to take these missions?” I push against his chest, attempting to get away from my suicidal man. “You’ll die, get yourself blown up.”
“I’m a marine. I’m trained for any combat situation.” Hawke won’t allow me to move him. “And I won’t die.”
“No, you won’t.” I wiggle under him. “Because you’re not taking this assignment.”