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  I lay her on my bed and get a red silk rope out of the dresser drawer. It’s brand-new; I purchased it just for her. Red is her color. It shows off her pale skin. Her eyes widen when I tie it around her wrist and to the hidden hook of the headboard of my bed. I’m not tying her feet today because I need to ease her into this. She doesn’t protest when I wrap the red silk scarf around her eyes.

  She just whispers, “Be gentle, my love.”

  “With you, always.” I take out my own secret mixture of peppermint oil from my bedside drawer and settle myself comfortably next to her. I bring the tiny bottle under her nose, and she inhales the sent.

  “Breathe it in. Yes, good. Again… do you know that peppermint is an aphrodisiac?” I continue without waiting for her answer. “The smell goes straight to your brain. It stimulates the sexual arousal zones so, yes, I want you to breathe it in one more time.”

  She turns her head toward me and asks for a kiss… I brush her lips with mine, and she protests. I linger a little more, and I can’t help but smile.

  This is a woman who promised she would never beg. When I see how mellow just the scent of the oil is making her, I can’t wait to see how she will react when it works its magic on her skin.

  “But that’s not all this wonderful oil does,” I say, letting a few drops of the oil fall onto her breasts. “When it touches the skin, the first thing you feel is a cooling sensation, but then…”

  The expression on her face changes as I massage her and the initial cold magically turns into an incredible warmth. What I feel in the palm of my hand is nothing compared to what it does to her delicate skin.

  “Do you feel the heat, my sweet?” I don’t need her to answer me to know that she does.

  After a few more drops around her navel, I know she’s starting to burn. I close the bottle and set it aside before I kneel between her legs. In a few seconds, the touch of my hand will set her on fire.

  When the essence soaked into the skin of my finger comes in contact with the even finer skin of her delicate fold, her breath catches.

  “Oh, Brian, it’s incredible,” she says. “It’s cold, and yet I feel so warm.”

  My caresses bring fuel to her fire, and I watch with delight as her hips rise from the mattress. I want to bury myself into her and put out the fire, but I don’t. No matter how much I want to, I won’t until she surrenders.

  Her body rises and falls as she tries to buck against my hand and gets so close to the edge. I’m so hard, I negotiate her release with myself. Maybe she doesn’t have to beg this time. Maybe it will be enough if she just asks…

  And she does.

  Her fingers wrapped around the red velvet cord, her luscious body arched on the bed, she calls out for me, “Brian, please…”

  That’s all I wanted—that’s all I need from her.

  “Oh, baby,” I answer. “I was waiting for you. I thought you’d never ask.”

  As I enter her and share the cold burn with her, I whisper in her ear. “You’re mine, you know. Mine forever. I will never let you go.”

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  Books by

  Olivia RIGAL

  - Jaded (2013)

  - Ripped (2014)

  - As He Bids (in progress)

  Learning curves

  - Learning Curves 1: French Cooking 101 (2013)

  - Learning Curves 2: Advanced French Kissing (2013)

  - Learning Curves 3: Detention (2013)

  - Learning Curves 4: Graduation (in progress).

  Eve Trilogy

  - Naughty Christmas Eve (2012)

  - Sexy New Year’s Eve (2012)

  - Spicy Valentine’s Eve (2013)

  IRON TORNADOES MC ROMANCE

  - Stone Cold (2014)

  - Cold Burn (2014)

  About the Author

  Born in Manhattan, Olivia Rigal spent her youth going back and forth between the United States and France.

  She lived and studied law in both countries.

  While studying she kept herself busy with a variety of jobs.

  She worked in the Clignancourt Flea Market as well as in a Parisian recording studio.

  In Manhattan, she was a dog groomer and then an administrative assistant in a famous English auction house.

  Olivia settled in France to raise her family. She travelled throughout South East Asia and has a special fondness for Laos and Thailand.

  When her law practice does not keep her busy in Paris, she runs away to write novels in her Florida home next to MacArthur Beach State Park.

  In December 2012 she started publishing short novels in English as an independent. Early 2014, she began translating them into French.

  The story she tells stand alone. However her characters often meet so you can run into them again in several stories.

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