Excerpt

"A late spring storm is scheduled for the Tahoe area this evening. We should see up to six inches of snow."

Marci Findlay tossed another log on the fire. What did she care how much it snowed? She wasn't going anywhere. As long as it didn't interfere with the arrival of her guest, she was more than happy. In fact, a snowstorm might even prevent him from leaving. She'd definitely get her money's worth then.

"This just in. A nationwide Amber Alert has been called for--"

Marci clicked off the radio. The last thing she wanted to hear was bad news. This was teacher's week to get away from all the bad in the world. To cut loose like a college student gone wild and indulge herself during spring break. And that was exactly what she planned to do.

Wrapping her blue, silk robe around her, Marci padded to the bathroom. If her brother ever knew what she was doing at his lakeside cabin, he'd read her the riot act...among other things. She didn't plan for him to find out. She'd covered her tracks well. Had even paid cash for her indulgence. After all, her reputation as a teacher could very well be on the line if she were discovered.

Still, a woman deserved to play out her deepest fantasies from time to time. Heaven knew she wasn't getting any action otherwise. So, who was she hurting? Answer? No one. It's not like she did this all the time. She deserved this, damn it. And she'd taken every personal precaution. Done her research. Checked out the company's reputation. He was one hundred percent safe. So was she. For the first time in her adult life, she could actually have sex without a piece of rubber between her and him. She could hardly wait.

She twisted the spigots on the tub. Clouds of steam rose around her. She sprinkled a liberal amount of her jasmine scented bath beads into the water. Two more hours before he arrived. Two hours of excruciating waiting. Her nipples tightened in anticipation. Soon his lips would be on them, sucking them, pulling them deep into his mouth...after he begged her to let him have a taste.

A quiver ran down Marci's body. Moisture gathered between her thighs. She started to throb and gave in to it. This week was all about her pleasure.

She pictured him big and powerful. A beast she had captured.

A rutting beast with the power to break his bonds and beat his flesh into hers until she....