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About Shara Azod
Shara is- well let's just say touched. Born a Marine brat, Shara is a Navy Veteran with a pathological love for men in uniform, chocolate, and heroes that are maybe a touch psychotic. With over seventy-five books in her backlog, Shara has no intention of slowing down any time soon. She's definitely not safe for work, or the kids, or- you know what? She's just not safe.
Also writes as Allie Blocker.
You can drop Shara a line at shara.azod@gmail.com
Also writes as Allie Blocker.
You can drop Shara a line at shara.azod@gmail.com
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Books By Shara Azod
Reparation: Le Duc (de Choiseul Crime Family Book 2)
May 15, 2019
$3.99
No man would ever control her again, in any situation, ever.
Okay, no man was ever going to control what she did, not ever again.
Okay, no man was going to control her outside the bedroom. Not ever.
The problem with Le Duc was the man just didn't listen. He was Dominique Nadir Amir Afshar de Choiseul, or duc de Choiseul. He didn’t just run a criminal empire older than most countries, he was an actual duke. Not that it mattered. She wasn’t impressed. Duchess explained over and over again that she wasn't getting married. Period. End of discussion. Just as soon as he stopped talking. And looking so edibly delicious.
Maybe just a little taste…
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“Sir, we’ve arrived.”
Nadir blinked. Damn, he hadn’t even noticed the vehicle had crawled to a stop. Right next to the object of his fascination. Not waiting for the driver to come around to open his door, he slid across the seat to exit closest to the tree. As soon as he was out of the car, he went straight for it, scanning the ground around the base, then the lower branches with no idea what he was looking for. Until he found it. Those were definitely rope burns on those bare, lower branches.
Damn.
“It’s a hanging tree.” Encountering a child was the last thing Nadir had expected, though he hadn’t really been sure what to expect. Not knowing what to say to the little person who seemed to have appeared out of nowhere, he said nothing as she continued. “Some say the ghosts of the poor fools hung on that tree haunt it, tied to its roots for eternity.” Wait, this little person couldn’t be more than five maybe. Should she know how to talk like that? “My daddy died on that tree.”
What?
She just stood there, a riot of midnight colored curls falling all around her face and over her shoulders, looking up at him as if what she just said was perfectly normal. In fact, she looked pleased with her tiny fists resting on her hips. With her chin up, her back straight she continued to stare even when he didn't reply. What could he possibly say? Her expression didn’t change as she waited him out. Nor did she stop staring at him directly in the eye as if she was his equal. No, as if she were above him, as regal as a queen in her frilly little dress and bare dirty feet. With skin the color of toasted caramel, the imp had eyes that were almost amethyst with spikes of marine blue.
Those eyes carried wisdom a little girl shouldn’t have. Who was she?
“My mama ain’t gonna marry you.” Giving him a sweeping look from head to foot she shook her head as if she felt sorry for him. Sorry for him. No one felt sorry for him. “You might as well just turn around and go home.”
“Angel Flower! What have I told you about using proper grammar?”
Nadir had no idea where the voice of the grown woman admonishing the little girl was coming from. He couldn’t take his eyes off the fascinating child in front of him who was currently rolling her eyes.
“Pardon me. My mother isn’t going to marry, so I am afraid your trip to my house is a big, fat bust!” To emphasize her point, she raised her little chin even higher while also raising a brow as well as any fifty-year-old man.
Laughter bubbled up from somewhere deep inside Nadir’s gut. It started out rusty, like an old pipe suddenly flooded with a rush a water after laying dry for about a decade. Soon peals of pure, unadulterated mirth filled his body, echoing across the courtyard.
Okay, no man was ever going to control what she did, not ever again.
Okay, no man was going to control her outside the bedroom. Not ever.
The problem with Le Duc was the man just didn't listen. He was Dominique Nadir Amir Afshar de Choiseul, or duc de Choiseul. He didn’t just run a criminal empire older than most countries, he was an actual duke. Not that it mattered. She wasn’t impressed. Duchess explained over and over again that she wasn't getting married. Period. End of discussion. Just as soon as he stopped talking. And looking so edibly delicious.
Maybe just a little taste…
Ex:
“Sir, we’ve arrived.”
Nadir blinked. Damn, he hadn’t even noticed the vehicle had crawled to a stop. Right next to the object of his fascination. Not waiting for the driver to come around to open his door, he slid across the seat to exit closest to the tree. As soon as he was out of the car, he went straight for it, scanning the ground around the base, then the lower branches with no idea what he was looking for. Until he found it. Those were definitely rope burns on those bare, lower branches.
Damn.
“It’s a hanging tree.” Encountering a child was the last thing Nadir had expected, though he hadn’t really been sure what to expect. Not knowing what to say to the little person who seemed to have appeared out of nowhere, he said nothing as she continued. “Some say the ghosts of the poor fools hung on that tree haunt it, tied to its roots for eternity.” Wait, this little person couldn’t be more than five maybe. Should she know how to talk like that? “My daddy died on that tree.”
What?
She just stood there, a riot of midnight colored curls falling all around her face and over her shoulders, looking up at him as if what she just said was perfectly normal. In fact, she looked pleased with her tiny fists resting on her hips. With her chin up, her back straight she continued to stare even when he didn't reply. What could he possibly say? Her expression didn’t change as she waited him out. Nor did she stop staring at him directly in the eye as if she was his equal. No, as if she were above him, as regal as a queen in her frilly little dress and bare dirty feet. With skin the color of toasted caramel, the imp had eyes that were almost amethyst with spikes of marine blue.
Those eyes carried wisdom a little girl shouldn’t have. Who was she?
“My mama ain’t gonna marry you.” Giving him a sweeping look from head to foot she shook her head as if she felt sorry for him. Sorry for him. No one felt sorry for him. “You might as well just turn around and go home.”
“Angel Flower! What have I told you about using proper grammar?”
Nadir had no idea where the voice of the grown woman admonishing the little girl was coming from. He couldn’t take his eyes off the fascinating child in front of him who was currently rolling her eyes.
“Pardon me. My mother isn’t going to marry, so I am afraid your trip to my house is a big, fat bust!” To emphasize her point, she raised her little chin even higher while also raising a brow as well as any fifty-year-old man.
Laughter bubbled up from somewhere deep inside Nadir’s gut. It started out rusty, like an old pipe suddenly flooded with a rush a water after laying dry for about a decade. Soon peals of pure, unadulterated mirth filled his body, echoing across the courtyard.
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Georgie's Beau
Apr 5, 2010
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Shara Azod
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Georgie had always been on the outside looking in. As the bastard daughter of the man who ran the local juke joint, there was little hope of a respectable life in store for her. Especially after she caught the eye of Beau Dupuis, son the richest man in all of South Georgia. All he could offer her is a nice house hidden away on his families plantation, but Georgie yearned for more.
Beau had never had to wanted for a thing. He got what he wanted, and what he wanted was Georgie Willard. For her, Beau would break all the rules, defy all of society just to be with her. Little did they both know what the fickle hands of fate had in store. Through war and strife, Beau would have to fight to keep Georgie’s love.
Beau had never had to wanted for a thing. He got what he wanted, and what he wanted was Georgie Willard. For her, Beau would break all the rules, defy all of society just to be with her. Little did they both know what the fickle hands of fate had in store. Through war and strife, Beau would have to fight to keep Georgie’s love.
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Salvation (de Choiseul Crime Family Book 1)
Jul 28, 2019
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She was no ordinary damsel. He was far from a savior.
Olivia has spent half her life saving a man who couldn't be saved. Javid has spent his life collecting retribution in the most painful ways possible.
Together they discover true Salvation comes from the least likely sources.
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Originally he’d planned on tormenting the couple together. Maybe start with something causing severe pain. It might be fun to force them to watch one another be tormented. Because Javier hadn’t been one of the planners of the theft, he had been going to let the man live. Now he was not so sure. Not after he’d met Olivia and witnessed her reactions to her husband’s utter stupidity. Javid wasn’t completely sure she even liked her husband. Did she love him? Maybe, in a way, but she had past the point where she would do anything for him. And from what Javid had researched, Javier didn’t deserve her like...or her love. What he was seeing was more than bravery. This was a survivor. All she needed was a little help and she would be hell on wheels. For some reason he wanted to see that. The thought of an Olivia who was in charge of life, unbound by a man who was beneath her made him hard. That was the kind of woman a man kept.
That was it. He was going to take her away from the man who didn't deserve her. And Javid was going to make her husband watch her break free. Being married at fifteen, there was no way Olivia had fully lived, not with Javier by her side. Javid would show her pleasure unlike any she’d ever known; in food, in drink, in travel. Clothing, jewels, but most especially in all things sexual. By the time he was done, Olivia would be so far beyond her husband he would never be able to reach her. The cherry on top was that he would have to watch it unfold before his eyes.
Olivia has spent half her life saving a man who couldn't be saved. Javid has spent his life collecting retribution in the most painful ways possible.
Together they discover true Salvation comes from the least likely sources.
All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced electronically. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced electronically or in print without written permission, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in reviews. This is a work of fiction. All references to real places, people, or events are coincidental, and if not coincidental, are used fictitiously. All trademarks, service marks, registered trademarks, and registered service marks are the property of their respective owners and are used herein for identification purposes only.
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Originally he’d planned on tormenting the couple together. Maybe start with something causing severe pain. It might be fun to force them to watch one another be tormented. Because Javier hadn’t been one of the planners of the theft, he had been going to let the man live. Now he was not so sure. Not after he’d met Olivia and witnessed her reactions to her husband’s utter stupidity. Javid wasn’t completely sure she even liked her husband. Did she love him? Maybe, in a way, but she had past the point where she would do anything for him. And from what Javid had researched, Javier didn’t deserve her like...or her love. What he was seeing was more than bravery. This was a survivor. All she needed was a little help and she would be hell on wheels. For some reason he wanted to see that. The thought of an Olivia who was in charge of life, unbound by a man who was beneath her made him hard. That was the kind of woman a man kept.
That was it. He was going to take her away from the man who didn't deserve her. And Javid was going to make her husband watch her break free. Being married at fifteen, there was no way Olivia had fully lived, not with Javier by her side. Javid would show her pleasure unlike any she’d ever known; in food, in drink, in travel. Clothing, jewels, but most especially in all things sexual. By the time he was done, Olivia would be so far beyond her husband he would never be able to reach her. The cherry on top was that he would have to watch it unfold before his eyes.
Beautiful Skin
Sep 16, 2014
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Shara Azod
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Johari Clayborn has given everything she has to building her own cosmetics company, Sparkling Gem. But it isn’t enough. The company’s going under, and Johari sees no way out of her current predicament than to sell the company to Schöne Haut, the beauty juggernaut owned by the Vollmer family.
Rald Vollmer wants nothing more than to be rid of his wife, Helga. On paper, she looks like the perfect foil for his up-and-coming business persona, but in reality she’s nothing short of psychotic. Sparkling Gem, and the woman who created it, presents him with the perfect chance to break free of his family’s influence.
It’s just a business arrangement, he tells himself, carefully calculated to give him what he wants. But the better he gets to know Johari, the less he’s able to stay emotionally aloof, and what began as a calculated plan rapidly turns into something much, much more personal.
Rald Vollmer wants nothing more than to be rid of his wife, Helga. On paper, she looks like the perfect foil for his up-and-coming business persona, but in reality she’s nothing short of psychotic. Sparkling Gem, and the woman who created it, presents him with the perfect chance to break free of his family’s influence.
It’s just a business arrangement, he tells himself, carefully calculated to give him what he wants. But the better he gets to know Johari, the less he’s able to stay emotionally aloof, and what began as a calculated plan rapidly turns into something much, much more personal.
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Shannon (Irish Sugar)
Feb 24, 2016
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Shara Azod
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Maybe I’m dark, deadly and decadent. I fought my way out of hell. Now I fight for pleasure. I answer to no one, I trust no one. I need no one but my brothers.
The O’Shea brothers are on a mission and not even Satan himself dares cross our path.
But she did. Sauntering right into my life, switching that delectable behind that was just begging from for me to lay my hand across it. Hard. I want her. Begging and screaming my name and only my name—Shannon O’Shea.
Hell itself will tremble if anyone gets in my way.
NOTE: There are four stories in the Irish Sugar series. The readerexperience will be enhanced by reading all four stories; however each of themare standalone novellas and can be enjoyed separately and can be read in anyorder. Enjoy!
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The O’Shea brothers are on a mission and not even Satan himself dares cross our path.
But she did. Sauntering right into my life, switching that delectable behind that was just begging from for me to lay my hand across it. Hard. I want her. Begging and screaming my name and only my name—Shannon O’Shea.
Hell itself will tremble if anyone gets in my way.
NOTE: There are four stories in the Irish Sugar series. The readerexperience will be enhanced by reading all four stories; however each of themare standalone novellas and can be enjoyed separately and can be read in anyorder. Enjoy!
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She Will Be...Protected
Aug 29, 2016
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Shara Azod
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Cristene Williams had been the ideal girlfriend. She had stayed faithful through long deployments, tried to help her boyfriend deal with the aftermath of war. But no matter what she did she couldn’t seem to save a man who didn’t want to be saved, Instead, she found herself trapped in an increasingly abusive relationship with no way out.
No woman should ever be that unhappy, that wary. Especially not this particular woman. As soon As Capt. Rhys Powell discovered by the entrancing waitress never smiled, he was determined to set things right. Putting his career on the line, Rhys is determined she will be free and she will be protected.
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“You’re never going to make Major.”
Although Rhys had every intention of making Major, he had to concede making rank would be the least of his worries if they were caught. So yes Gunnery Sergeant Arana “Happy” Hapai could possibly be correct. But then. Happy was the king of pointing out the obvious at the most irritating times.
“You don’t have to be here,” Rhys snapped back, knowing full well Happy wasn't going anywhere.
As if to prove his point, Happy, let his seat back and propped his boat sized 13s on Rhys’ dashboard. Fine, Happy was an excessively large man, about seven feet of solid Polynesian muscle. That didn't mean he could put his big ass feet on his dash. A man’s car was his second castle.
“If you don’t put your feet down I’m going to cut them off,” Rhys warned, staring pointedly at the well-worn boost resting there as if they had every right to be there. “I swear I will have your ass Running PT at three tomorrow morning.”
Happy actually snorted, keeping his feet right where they were. “How am I supposed to run PT without feet? Plus, you’ve got me up all night talking to your girlfriend’s boyfriend, which is a special kind of twisted. You know that don’t you, Rock?”
No woman should ever be that unhappy, that wary. Especially not this particular woman. As soon As Capt. Rhys Powell discovered by the entrancing waitress never smiled, he was determined to set things right. Putting his career on the line, Rhys is determined she will be free and she will be protected.
EXCERPT:
“You’re never going to make Major.”
Although Rhys had every intention of making Major, he had to concede making rank would be the least of his worries if they were caught. So yes Gunnery Sergeant Arana “Happy” Hapai could possibly be correct. But then. Happy was the king of pointing out the obvious at the most irritating times.
“You don’t have to be here,” Rhys snapped back, knowing full well Happy wasn't going anywhere.
As if to prove his point, Happy, let his seat back and propped his boat sized 13s on Rhys’ dashboard. Fine, Happy was an excessively large man, about seven feet of solid Polynesian muscle. That didn't mean he could put his big ass feet on his dash. A man’s car was his second castle.
“If you don’t put your feet down I’m going to cut them off,” Rhys warned, staring pointedly at the well-worn boost resting there as if they had every right to be there. “I swear I will have your ass Running PT at three tomorrow morning.”
Happy actually snorted, keeping his feet right where they were. “How am I supposed to run PT without feet? Plus, you’ve got me up all night talking to your girlfriend’s boyfriend, which is a special kind of twisted. You know that don’t you, Rock?”
Irresistible
Aug 27, 2011
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Shara Azod
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Inescapable
The attraction was instant, immediate, too inescapable for either to resist.
Inexplicable
Delilah was a stripper, trying to make a better life for herself. Edward was a professor from old money trying to save his nephew from a femme fatale. They had nothing in common, no reason to come together, no reason to love one another.
Irrepressible
No matter how Delilah tried to deny her feelings for Edward, he would not allow her to run away from what they both couldn’t deny. As passion crackled and flamed between them, Delilah found herself swept away by Edward with a ferocity that would not be denied.
Irresistible
Sometimes love will not be denied. Sometime passion will not be tamed. Two forces come together and cannot break apart.
The attraction was instant, immediate, too inescapable for either to resist.
Inexplicable
Delilah was a stripper, trying to make a better life for herself. Edward was a professor from old money trying to save his nephew from a femme fatale. They had nothing in common, no reason to come together, no reason to love one another.
Irrepressible
No matter how Delilah tried to deny her feelings for Edward, he would not allow her to run away from what they both couldn’t deny. As passion crackled and flamed between them, Delilah found herself swept away by Edward with a ferocity that would not be denied.
Irresistible
Sometimes love will not be denied. Sometime passion will not be tamed. Two forces come together and cannot break apart.
Save Me
May 18, 2015
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Shara Azod
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SEQUEL TO RESCUE ME
Life consisted of surviving-getting through one terrible situation before conquering the next. For Alicia there had always been little choice but to simply endure; first for herself, then for her only child. There was no such thing as a white night in her world. No one was going to save her…
Then came Claus.
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Alicia’s heart constricted, feeling deeply for the boy Claus had once been. In her life she’d been at the mercy of monsters, sold by one careless fool to a heartless beast. She couldn’t imagine having to sell herself to a multitude of Grgurs.
“Claus, you don’t have to tell me this.” For one thing, she wasn’t sure she wanted to hear it. The passage of time and Claus’ gentleness had healed her somewhat, but her past was never far from the surface. Listening to someone else’s nightmare sent all those horrible memories rushing back. As much as she didn’t want to hear it, she didn’t try to stop him. For the first time she could clearly see emotions from him; she could feel his pain. This was what she’d wanted all along—for him to let her in, even though it was breaking her heart.
“Then ask me what you want to know, Schatzi,” Claus responded gravely, lifting her chin with his finger so she was forced to look into his face.
Oh, God, that look! No one had ever looked at her with such tenderness, such longing. Everything she’d wanted to know was right there in his eyes, bared naked for her to see. He looked at her as if she were someone special, precious even. And he was in pain. She was no young girl; she’d seen that look in others as they focused on the one thing they desired more than anything else. But, never had that look been toward her. All this wasn’t simply because he had chosen to save her on a whim. He cared. Deeply.
Why? How? Yes, she had wanted to know, wanted this, but she couldn’t imagine for the life of her what he could see in the broken woman she had been, and in some ways, still was. Maybe she reminded him of his mother or sister. Maybe he couldn’t save them, so he was determined to transfer those feelings, the care he had for them, to her.
“Why me?” She had to know. As much as she wanted Claus to want her, she didn’t want to be some kind of surrogate for the family he’d lost.
“I’ve seen a lot of things. Things worse than the way I grew up, worse than your life before. And I have done a lot of ugly things, Alicia. I’m the farthest from an angel you can get.” Not once did he blink as he spoke, keeping constant eye contact. Every word might have been heavily accented, but they were clear and concise. “I didn’t save you because I felt sorry for you. You’re not the first woman in a bad situation I’ve ever witnessed. In the past, I have walked away because it was none of my business. But you—there was something about you that called to me. From the moment I first saw you, I knew I had to protect you. I needed you as much as you needed me. Maybe more.”
Life consisted of surviving-getting through one terrible situation before conquering the next. For Alicia there had always been little choice but to simply endure; first for herself, then for her only child. There was no such thing as a white night in her world. No one was going to save her…
Then came Claus.
EXCERPT:
Alicia’s heart constricted, feeling deeply for the boy Claus had once been. In her life she’d been at the mercy of monsters, sold by one careless fool to a heartless beast. She couldn’t imagine having to sell herself to a multitude of Grgurs.
“Claus, you don’t have to tell me this.” For one thing, she wasn’t sure she wanted to hear it. The passage of time and Claus’ gentleness had healed her somewhat, but her past was never far from the surface. Listening to someone else’s nightmare sent all those horrible memories rushing back. As much as she didn’t want to hear it, she didn’t try to stop him. For the first time she could clearly see emotions from him; she could feel his pain. This was what she’d wanted all along—for him to let her in, even though it was breaking her heart.
“Then ask me what you want to know, Schatzi,” Claus responded gravely, lifting her chin with his finger so she was forced to look into his face.
Oh, God, that look! No one had ever looked at her with such tenderness, such longing. Everything she’d wanted to know was right there in his eyes, bared naked for her to see. He looked at her as if she were someone special, precious even. And he was in pain. She was no young girl; she’d seen that look in others as they focused on the one thing they desired more than anything else. But, never had that look been toward her. All this wasn’t simply because he had chosen to save her on a whim. He cared. Deeply.
Why? How? Yes, she had wanted to know, wanted this, but she couldn’t imagine for the life of her what he could see in the broken woman she had been, and in some ways, still was. Maybe she reminded him of his mother or sister. Maybe he couldn’t save them, so he was determined to transfer those feelings, the care he had for them, to her.
“Why me?” She had to know. As much as she wanted Claus to want her, she didn’t want to be some kind of surrogate for the family he’d lost.
“I’ve seen a lot of things. Things worse than the way I grew up, worse than your life before. And I have done a lot of ugly things, Alicia. I’m the farthest from an angel you can get.” Not once did he blink as he spoke, keeping constant eye contact. Every word might have been heavily accented, but they were clear and concise. “I didn’t save you because I felt sorry for you. You’re not the first woman in a bad situation I’ve ever witnessed. In the past, I have walked away because it was none of my business. But you—there was something about you that called to me. From the moment I first saw you, I knew I had to protect you. I needed you as much as you needed me. Maybe more.”
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Forever Jade (Chevalier Book 4)
Dec 4, 2009
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Rance Chevalier had a lot to hide. But not even the darkness of his past can stop him from claiming the woman who set his body and soul on fire. He would fight his own past, the unseen threat to her life and even his own flesh and blood who thinks to take her for his own to make Jade forever his.
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Valentine's Theory
Feb 23, 2013
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Shara Azod
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During ten long years of hard work Professor Theodore Sullivan has managed to do what no one else has come close to--see past Dr. Misha Collier's cold, robotic exterior and squeeze through all those carefully constructed autonomic walls she'd managed to build. Even though she's completely unaware of it, Theo considers her his, as do all of their colleagues. So when she proposes a slight experimentation in the name of science, who is he to turn her down? The fact that said experimentation involves them doing ever dirty thing he's ever imagined while recording it? Completely irrelevant...sort of...
Rescue Me
Apr 16, 2012
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Shara Azod
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There was only one chance to get away from the horrible future that awaited her. Deja had to take it, no matter the danger. Sneaking out of the apartment in the middle of the night was not the best choice. The city was full of predators just like the one she was running from. The last person she would ever expect to run into was a man like Dieter von Blucher.
Dieter hadn't been a criminal for quite some time. There was no word for men like him. He inhabited a sphere beyond right and wrong. He was a law on to himself. He never expected to be moved by anyone, let alone the beautiful innocent that ran right into his arms on a cold winter night.
Dieter hadn't been a criminal for quite some time. There was no word for men like him. He inhabited a sphere beyond right and wrong. He was a law on to himself. He never expected to be moved by anyone, let alone the beautiful innocent that ran right into his arms on a cold winter night.
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Touch (isms & phobias Book 1)
Aug 14, 2019
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Shara Azod
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She was exactly what he needed to accomplish the work of a lifetime.
Together they could change the way sexuality was taught or even thought about.
But how the hell could he work with someone who did this to him? How could he stand being in the same room with her and not being able to touch?
Ainsley was the foremost authority on sexuality. Ironic given he couldn’t stand to be touched. It had been so long, he’d forgotten how the flesh of another human being felt like. But Antonia made him want to reach out, just this once, and feel the touch of another.
Just one little touch.
Together they could change the way sexuality was taught or even thought about.
But how the hell could he work with someone who did this to him? How could he stand being in the same room with her and not being able to touch?
Ainsley was the foremost authority on sexuality. Ironic given he couldn’t stand to be touched. It had been so long, he’d forgotten how the flesh of another human being felt like. But Antonia made him want to reach out, just this once, and feel the touch of another.
Just one little touch.
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