(Sultry Nights #5)
Publication date: November 19th 2019
Genres: Adult, Romance, Suspense
Mambo (n): a spicy, sensual dance with a high energy level, sometimes described as raunchy; characterized by a free and spontaneous style
Sophie Fuentes didn’t get her family out of Miami. Now, el diablo has the most precious thing in the world to her. She has to put all of her trust in DEA agent Max Romano–trust that has been severely tested–in order to keep those she loves alive. But it’s not easy when the bullets start flying and cars start exploding.
Max has already risked his life to protect Sophie, and he’ll risk it over and over again until she’s safe. This all started because he couldn’t keep his hands off her, and it will end because he’s too obsessed to ever let her go. Her enemies are now his enemies. And taking them down is nothing short of a life or death scenario.
But those enemies also have no idea what lengths he’ll go to in order to protect the woman he can’t live without.
Whether he actually lives through it or not.
The order comes out in a no-nonsense tone. I’m not playing around anymore. I want to see every inch of her naked body moving for me.
“Take off your clothes while you dance for me. Show me what I’m about to enjoy. Show me what’s mine, baby.”
She smiles coyly and kicks off her sandals first.
I scoff. “Smartass.”
She laughs as she reaches for her top. The cream-colored blouse could almost be considered demure compared to some of the dresses I’ve seen her in. But the skintight dark jeans she’s wearing are anything but demure. They hug her sweetheart of an ass so tight I can see the dimples of her rounded cheeks. And there’s a rip in the denim so high up on her thigh it’s almost indecent.
The top lands on the floor.
Her bra is the same color, cream with lace detailing. It looks like something a bride would wear on her wedding night. Don’t think about that. You’ll start getting all kinds of ideas. She certainly doesn’t need a wire bra or any kind of support because her natural tits defy gravity.
I need my hands on those. Then my mouth.
The jeans come off next. Goddamn, the panties match.
They’re satin and mesh, all wrapped up in a creamy little package that I want to take between my teeth and rip the fuck off. Especially since they’re covering up an even better package underneath. The contrast of that light cream material against her caramel skin has me practically drooling. She’s like some type of white chocolate/caramel dessert. Like…tiramisu? No, it’s not quite creamy enough. And cheesecake is almost too bland for Sophie’s rich flavor.
Sophie is fucking crème brûlée.
She’s got that top layer of caramelized sugar that’s sweet but contrasts with the texture of the rich and smooth vanilla bean custard below. Her top sugar layer is the wall she erects around her heart that bars the rest of the world from seeing her true self. But once you’re able to work your way past that, you’re treated to the most succulent, addictive flavor you’ll ever taste.
And I have every intention of gorging myself on that flavor tonight.
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Author of the Cruz Brothers, Possession and Politics, and Timid Souls series, Melanie loves all things romance, comedies and suspense in particular because it’s boring to only stick to one sub-genre! From light-hearted comedies to sexy thrillers, she likes to mix it up, but loves her some strong alpha males and sassy heroines.
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