♥ Shhhh.... I have a Secret ♥

I'd like to meet:

Would you like an autographed Secrets Volume 10 or 12 bookmark? Pop a SASE in the mail to: Dominique Sinclair 618 The Parkway Richland, WA 99352

Music:

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Movies:

Anything with Johnny Depp is a turn on!

Who`s characteristics would you choose for your romance novel hero?
James Bond: Classic Sex Appeal, Charm, Educated
Tristan Ludlow: Ruggedly Sexy, Adventurous, Tortured
Xander Cage:Tattooed, Thrill Seeker, Dangerous

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Television:

I don't watch too much TV, not enough time!

Books:

"Come take my hand, allow me to lead you into private investigator Niccola Black’s story, where passions are heightened by anonymity and she is thrust onto an erotic playing field with a powerful man she knows only as Gray. .." Dominique

PRIVATE EYES by Dominique Sinclair

EXCERPT:

Nicci opened the heavy mahogany double doors and stepped into the damp night, drawing thick air deep in her lungs. The lights of Seattle twinkled through the fog. Somewhere in the distance a ferry horn blared. Without a wrapper, her bare arms and back instantly chilled. She welcomed the quick composure.

The clarity lasted only a moment. Suddenly she felt as if she stood in a mystical forest and like a unicorn she could sense danger. She slowly turned, drew in a sharp breath when she saw him leaning casually against the brick wall. He didn’t move or speak, simply held her gaze through the darkness for a moment that spanned an eternity.

He finally pushed off the wall, his defined jaw set, and moved toward her through the mist swirling and dancing like virgin angels around his black tuxedo. His blue eyes focused on her, probing. “Did you think of me while you were in his arms?”

He knew she thought of him, Nicci heard it in his measured tone. He knew she wanted him to be to one in her arms on the dance floor. He shared her secret thoughts.

She turned from him, leaned against the balustrade and stared out over the Emerald City, held her breath as his footsteps moved toward her, then slowly expelled as his warmth radiated like a warm quilt on a winter night.

“I thought of you,” he said, his words a Chinook against the delicate shell of her earlobe.

Involuntarily, she leaned toward his heat, until her backside framed his front. Nestled against his solid planes, her head resting just under his collarbone, Nicci’s body rose and fell in rhythm to his breathing.

“Who are you?” she asked, though she’d persuaded herself earlier it would be best not to know. The pads of her fingers imprinted the rail and melted a thin layer of October frost.

He buried his firm lips into her hair, just above her temple. “Do you really want to know?” His right hand reached around and wound his fingers between hers, strengthening her support on the rail. “I don't think you do. It excites you to not know me.” His other hand slid across her abdomen, pulling her taut against him.

Nicci’s little black dress gave no barrier to the efficacious downward slide of his hand, nor to the pressure of his prominent desire awakening against her bottom. The spice of his cologne, the building heaviness in her breasts, the want to move her hips just slightly against his manhood, suggested he might be right. Maybe it was what drew her to him, the anonymity, a safety net from what she feared she wanted and knew she wouldn’t allow herself to have.

“What do you want from me?”

His mouth touched her neck. Sensations ebbed and flowed through her body. “I want you. All of you.” He unwound his fingers from hers, tilted her chin upward and to the side. He laved her neck with his tongue, his mouth moving in slow, languid nibbles to the point of her pulse, where her desire beat wildly out of control.

She closed her eyes, reeling in the intense tingles spreading from her neck to the tips of her breasts, effervescing lower and knew she should say no...

“Here. Now.” Cool air rushed over her neck, drying her skin as he spoke deep tones just behind her ear, his warm, moist breath circling and spiking a shudder. “I want to take you. Again... and again.”

Nicci arched her back, wanting more contact, craving more touch. “I don’t even know your name.”

He ran the side of his large, powerful hand down her throat in a touch so soft its caress was lighter than a breeze, yet stirred sensations deeper than a storm. His hand drew down between her breasts, over her rib cage and she sucked in her stomach as his hand tickled over her hipbone.

She turned around to face him, to look in his eyes, to tell him, yes—

The swoosh of the balcony doors opening sent music spilling out onto the crisp night. “I didn’t know you had company.”

Oh, god ... Brad. Nicci stepped away from her stranger, feeling as if she were on the other end of her surveillance.

Brad looked beyond Nicci's shoulder as if he couldn't bear to see into her eyes. “The... ah, it's time to go.”

Nicci understood both the message and the pain in his tone. She thanked him with a smile for remembering not to expose her undercover identity, and emphasized an apology with her eyes. He couldn’t know it, but the apology extended to breaking the trance her stranger seemed to hold her in with his eyes, his words, his touch. How close she’d been to making a mistake. “Thank you. I’ll be right in.”

Brad nodded, stepped back through the doors.

Unable to look at her stranger, unsure if she would be able to leave if she met his deep gaze, if he touched her again, Nicci smoothed her dress. “I have to go.” She stepped toward the doors.

He grabbed the strap of her evening bag, eased her backward. Her body fit against him like a puzzle piece, completing the hard planes and angles with the soft curves of her body. “Stay.” It was a command. She wanted to obey.

“I—I can’t.”

He moved her purse out of the way, nuzzled her even closer. “Come to me later,” he said, his breath jagged against her ear.

She bit her bottom lip to keep from asking where and shook her head.

“I’ll be waiting.”

“I can’t,” she whispered, and pulled free. Slipping through the doors, knowing the succulent desires her stranger awoke in her would never be experienced again, mounted a mournful ache. Yet it was an ache that reminded her, again, of what she had to loose.

***

Heroes:

Which Greek Creature are you? (pics..detailed..etc)
You are Aphrodite! This goddess had control over both immortals and mortals, making her a very powerful being. You are probably very, very attractive physically, and have a special talent with attracting boys. (You might not realize this, however) Aphrodite fell in love with Ares, the god of war, so maybe you prefer tough guys to the regulars? (By the way, just because you are Aphrodite doesn't make you a slut, in case anyone was wondering)Role- goddess of love and beautySymbols- dolphins, doves, swans, apples, myrtle, rose and lime trees... and of course, naked beauty. Story- One of the most famous stories of Aphrodite includes an apple, Paris, and two other goddesses. See, Aphrodite and the other goddesses were fighting over the apple because it was supposed to be given to the most beautiful goddess of all. So, they called on Paris, a handsome prince, to decide who deserves the apple. Each of the three goddesses promise something appealing to Paris, but it is Aphrodite's promise that wins him over. She promised to give him the most beautiful woman in the world...which would be Helen. And you've probably heard of the whole Trojan war, so I won't go into all that. __________________________________I worked my butt off on this quiz! It took me forever to create it, and it only takes a second to rate it!
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