(The Alpha Group, Book 1)
Release date: March 25, 2013 |
Maya Cross (Author)
Who is Sebastian Lock?
The bar Sophia Pearce is in doesn’t look like much. The wine is bad and the decor worse. But when a sudden attack of curiosity leads her to sneak past security and into the back room, she discovers something unimaginable. The most lavish party she’s ever laid eyes on, in the most unlikely of places.
But that’s nothing compared to what comes next, to the man she meets back there. Sebastian Lock. Gorgeous, commanding, and radiating charm, he is exactly the sort of silver-tongued rake Sophia has sworn to avoid. Unfortunately, he doesn’t care much for her promises.
Every instinct tells her to run, but the chemistry between them is as inescapable as gravity. Soon, he’s opening her eyes to a whole new world of pleasures, pleasures she never thought she’d enjoy.
There’s just one problem. Sebastian is more than he seems. Between the famous company he keeps and the almost paranoid secrecy of his employers, he’s a puzzle Sophia can’t quite solve, and his insistence on keeping things casual forces her to confront the demons of her past.
Can she learn to trust again? Or will Sebastian’s privacy tear them apart?
Contains light BDSM, including spanking, restraint, and anal play
Note: This book is the first part of a trilogy that is designed to be read together, much like The Blackstone Affair. Sebastian and Sophia will get their happily ever after, but not until the last book.
Lockout: The Alpha Group Book Two – Due May 2013
Unlocked: The Alpha Group Book Three – Due June/July 2013
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2013 © Maya Cross
I opened my mouth to respond, but a voice cut in from a little way up the bar. “She’ll have a glass of the Krug thanks Amber. And I’ll take another Laphroaig. Neat.” The man turned his attention to me. “The Krug is lovely. Dry, fruity, but with a hint of sweetness too. And the smell is to die for. I think you’ll like it.”
As he spoke, he rose and casually moved over to sit next to me. It wasn’t my first rodeo. I knew when a man was making a move. And as much as his presumptuousness would normally have annoyed me, I found it difficult to muster much anger. He was gorgeous; a tall, lithe body wrapped in a crisp, charcoal three-piece suit. There’s something so god damn sexy about a man who’s confident enough to wear a three-piece. It’s sophisticated, but with just the right amount of old school charm.
I cast my eyes over him unashamedly, taking in the breadth of his shoulders, the strength of his hands, the way his jacket pulled tight over the powerful curves of his chest. He looked like he’d walked in directly from the set of a Hugo Boss advertisement. My pulse quickened once more.
As I studied him, he stared back, an odd smile playing on his lips. He was older than me, but not old, maybe early thirties, and he had the kind of dark complexion that always set my stomach tingling. That perfect, tantalising combination of olive skin, rugged stubble, and black, unruly hair. However, it was his eyes that really took me down for the count. Sharp and forest-green, they managed to be playful yet incredibly intense. I felt strangely powerless beneath that gaze, like he wasn’t just looking at me, but into me. It wasn’t fair for a man to have eyes like that.
Eventually, he glanced away, breaking the spell. As my brain kicked back into gear, I was annoyed to find myself adjusting my top. Come on Sophia, get a grip. He’s hardly the first attractive guy who’s ever hit on you. I placed my hands purposefully back on the bar, trying my best not to blush.
“And how would you know what I like?” I asked, adding a little venom to my voice. I hated being taken off balance like that.
“Oh, I don’t know. Call it…men’s intuition.”
I rolled my eyes. “In my experience, men’s intuition is rarely as good as they think it is.”
He laughed, a look of mock offence appearing on his face. “You’ll just have to wait and see won’t you?”
His voice was deep and melodic, with hints of an accent; a faint European lilt that I couldn’t quite place. It sent a shiver up my spine. I really wanted to be annoyed — that sort of aggressive approach was usually a major turn off for me — but he was making it very difficult.