"I know I should have waited, bided my time like a good boy but…I am not a good boy," seductive younger man Sloan Kent tells Diana Moore the first time they meet, when the martial arts instructor lures her into an act of unexpected submission.
Diana Moore is edgy around new tenant Sloan Kent, owner of a kick boxing school. From the moment she glimpses a martial arts poster of the lean, beautiful man, she wants him, but she can't see a focussed warrior athlete and an earth mother like her having much in common.
Sloan's calm Zen facade lulls Diana so that she submits to him the first time they are alone together. Diana has never had such an intense experience, but he's too young to be her master, isn't he?
Reader Advisory: This story has been previously released as part of the Subspace anthology by Totally Bound Publishing.
General Release Date: 2nd January 2012
Who looks outside, dreams. Who looks within, awakens ~ Carl Jung
Diana Moore hesitated outside the kickboxing studio, her attention caught by a poster of the sleek body of a young male kickboxer, his leg straight up in a martial arts kick.
Although every muscle was warrior defined, it was the expression on his face that fixed her attention. He was gazing into the distance, a half smile touching his lips, a look of transcendent pleasure that didn't make her think of the martial arts...
"Perv," she muttered to herself. She had better things to do than stand here lusting over a beautiful man who was probably too airbrushed to be true. She adjusted her grip on her attach� case and almost walked into another young man, this one short and covered with black-and-red tattoos.
"You here for class?" he demanded. "Come back in an hour." His street accent made the word 'hour' a match for 'sour'.
Di gulped and stopped herself from taking a step back. The stranger had an aggressive energy that she could feel like a force field.
"No," she said. "I'm strictly a yoga person."
The man stared at her, unblinking, and Di felt as if she'd told a proud Doberman owner that she was the golden retriever type.
"We don't do yoga here," he said, crossing his arms.
"No, I know that..." She was flustered and it was stupid. But the studio so wasn't her thing. "I'm the landlady of this strip mall. I'm here with some paperwork for the owner."
"Huh." He didn't look impressed.
"Nath, behave!" a mellow voice interrupted.
There was a thread of laughter in it that stroked down Di's spine.
"Hello, landlady. I've been waiting to meet you."
A tanned hand was held out and when she automatically took it, callouses brushed her palm. The grip was strong, confident, and didn't crush her fingers; this was a man with no need to prove anything.
"Uh..."
He was also the man from the poster. Except he was stripped down to black shorts and his dark hair was sweaty against his forehead. He regarded her with almond-shaped, amber-brown eyes, hinting at a slight Asian heritage while his unshaven jaw and shaggy brown hair were sexy mongrel.
"I'm Diana Moore," she said.
Jan Irving has worked in all kinds of creative fields, from painting silk to making porcelain ceramics, to interior design, but writing was always her passion.
She feels you can't fully understand characters until you follow their journey through a story world. Many kinds of worlds interest her, fantasy, historical, science fiction and suspense—but all have one thing in common, people finding a way to live together—in the most emotional and erotic fashion possible, of course!
Reviewed by Miz Love Loves Books
Sloan is like a drug—and rightly so; he's gorgeous—and she can't keep away. It isn't all about the sex. He's given her a new lease of life, something to look forward to, and...
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