Copyright © 2019 Cyndi Friberg His gaze swept the length of her body, lingering in all the usual places. “You’re stunning, love. Perfect.” He dragged his index finger from the base of her throat, through the valley between her breasts and circled her navel. Then his gaze locked with hers, and he gently cupped her
She grasped her mug with both hands, holding it in front of her as if it had the power to keep him away. “I learned my lesson. “Then why do you keep provoking me?” He took the mug from her and set it next to his. “Do you need another demonstration?” She shrugged, avoiding his
Copyright © 2019 Cyndi Friberg Her breath escaped in a shuddering sigh, and she wrapped her free arm around his back. “I’m safe,” she whispered, as if to convince herself. “No one will hurt me.” “That’s right. I won’t let them.” He released her wrist and brushed her hair back from her face. She’d closed
Copyright © 2018 Cyndi Friberg Slowly, he lowered his face, gaze boring into hers. Time paused, trapping her in the moment and narrowing reality to Xorran and her. His warm breath stirred against her lips, his scent slowly filling her nose. He was strong and handsome, smart and kind. And he offered security and a
Copyright © 2018 Cyndi Friberg Thea knew Rex was going to kiss her as soon as he touched her, but she wasn’t sure what she wanted to do about it. Each time she allowed him to kiss her or touch her intimately it gave him false hope. Unless she was willing to let him claim
“I didn’t choose the title.” He already sounded defensive. This wasn’t good. “I was branded a heretic when I refused to accept the nonsense they were preaching at Harbinger Academy.” Unadulterated hatred flared in his eyes as he said the word branded. Dread dropped into her stomach like a stone. “Do you mean that literally?”
Copyright © 2017 Cyndi Friberg A red haze clouded her vision as she whirled to face him. “What did you do to her?” “She’s unharmed,” he stressed. “She was on my ship when I left, but she might have—” His eyes widened as she flew at him, fingernails poised to rip into his face. He
Copyright © 2017 Cyndi Friberg He stood and moved to the bedside. The room was so small, it only took one step. “You’re my mate, Jenna. I will always protect you.” It sounded like a vow. “Even if I choose someone else?” she asked with an innocent smile. Not surprisingly, he growled and drew her
“All it proves is I don’t like you.” She stressed the last three words, drawing them out as she glared at him. “You’re a bully and I detest bullies.” She jerked against his restraining hands, but his hold was unbreakable. A fact that never failed to arouse her. He extended his arms, pushing himself as
Copyright © 2017 Cyndi Friberg “This night is for pleasure, not worry.” “But worry is more natural to me,” she admitted, feeling uneasy with him hovering over her. He was like a great bird of prey circling his victim, waiting for the perfect opportunity to swoop down and make the kill. “Then we need to
