Ready or Not (MF)

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 23,038
1 Ratings (5.0)

[Siren Classic: Erotic Contemporary Romance, HEA]

Lacey Miller closed her heart forever after her fiancé left her for another woman. After years of sharing her life with a man that betrayed her, she vows she will not risk her heart again. Dedicating herself to her work has kept her heart safe, but unsatisfied. When her best friend convinces her not to hide away any longer, she goes out one night to have some fun, determined to protect her heart. Michael Anderson is a successful owner of a chain of restaurants and now one of the hottest new clubs in town. He has a rule to never date the patrons. When Lacey walks into his club, all that changes. He is overwhelmed by the attraction he feels for Lacey, and their desire spins out of control. Michael does not want to settle for just one night. Can he convince Lacey he is not like the man who hurt her in the past?

A Siren Erotic Romance

Ready or Not (MF)
1 Ratings (5.0)

Ready or Not (MF)

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 23,038
1 Ratings (5.0)
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Bought this for my wife but even I am tempted to read it. For those out there looking for a really good book, my wife says 2 thumbs up! And I value her opinion in all things, so its gotta be awesome.



“What can I get you ladies to drink?” a cute, young blonde who looked like she had stepped off a modeling runway asked.

Amy replied, “Two margaritas with salt.”

“Coming right up,” said the bartender. The drinks were served, then another round. The music was loud but good. Amy and Lacey chatted for over an hour, with Amy brushing off any advances made by the men at the bar next to her. They danced and ordered another round of drinks. After another hour, they were out on the dance floor dancing with a group of people. Lacey could tell that Amy was attracted to one of the men in particular, and the feeling seemed to be mutual.

“I need to get some water and take a break,” Lacey said to Amy.

“OK. Let’s go sit.”

“No,” replied Lacey. “You stay. I promise not to go anywhere. I will meet you at the bar.”

“Are you sure?” asked Amy.

“Definitely.” Leaning in to whisper in Amy’s ear, she said, “He’s really cute. Enjoy.”

Amy laughed and turned back to the man who had been flirting with her.

Lacey sat down at the bar and caught the attention of the bartender.

“Water, please?” She was parched from the alcohol and dancing and thought it would be best to have some water.

“Here you go.”

She looked up into the bluest eyes she had ever seen. They were a crystal blue, almost gray, flanked by long, dark lashes most women would die for. His voice was low, and it seemed to resonate deep into her stomach.

“Thanks,” Lacey said as she reached for her drink. The bartender continued to stare down at her. He was tall, over six feet, and classically handsome. Brown hair cut short, chiseled chin and lips. She couldn’t stop staring at him. She felt a fluttering in her stomach she had not felt in years. It was almost a visceral reaction. He began to smile, and she looked away, embarrassed to be caught staring.

“Thanks,” she repeated, almost in a daze.

Another customer at the other end of the bar called out for a beer, and the bartender moved to fill the order. In the next few minutes, Lacey tried not to watch him and stare. She forced herself to focus on Amy on the dance floor. She was dancing with her admirer and they seemed to be having a good time. They were leaning closer and closer together, almost slow dancing to the fast song playing.

Lacey sneaked a glance down the bar at the handsome bartender. Again she felt the fluttering begin in her stomach as soon as she saw him. He was attractive even from behind. He had wide shoulders angling down to a narrow waist. He was wearing his Western shirt tucked in, and she was thankful. It gave her a chance to admire his butt encased in tight jeans. All of a sudden she could see herself in his arms, cupping his ass in her hands the way the jeans cupped him now.

He turned and she looked up into his eyes, startled to be caught staring. She felt her face flush immediately. It was a curse she had always lived with. Unable to hide her embarrassment, she looked away, but not before she saw his slow grin and wink in response to her look.

She was about to get up and go…somewhere, when Amy came back to the bar. “Wow, is he hot or what?” she asked.

“Yes, he is,” Lacey replied, sneaking another peek at the cute bartender, who was now helping another customer.

Amy was still staring at her dance partner, who had returned to his table, and did not notice they were not talking about the same man.

“I’m sorry,” she said, looking back at Lacey. “I didn’t realize I was out there so long.”

“It’s OK.” She smiled. “He is really good-looking.”

Lacey tried to focus on Amy as she continued to talk about the music, the dancing, and the man she had just met on the dance floor. She couldn’t concentrate, though. Her mind kept wandering back to the gorgeous bartender. He became better looking every time she glanced at him. She pretended to sip her drink and listen, all the while trying not to stare, but failing miserably. Luckily, Amy did not notice. Amy’s handsome dance partner had come over to talk to her and convinced her to dance some more. Lacey took the opportunity to excuse herself from Amy, claiming she needed to use the restroom.

“Go dance,” she told her. “I will go out on the floor when I am done.”

“OK, see you out there.” Amy’s new man grabbed her hand and pulled her out onto the floor.

Lacey envied Amy for how easily she had connected with the man she was now dancing with. Lacey watched Amy flirt with him, and touch him on his arm. They were smiling and seemingly having a great time. It had been too long since Lacey had felt that relaxed with another person, especially a man. She wanted to be able to relax and have fun like Amy was, but didn’t know if she could ever be that trusting again.




She swung open the door and went into the hallway, almost knocking over the very man she had been thinking about. She tripped over his foot. At the same time he grabbed her arms and pulled her into him, stopping her fall.

“Oh, I am so sorry!” she said as he caught her.

“I’m not,” he said with a smile.

He pulled closer and looked at her from head to toe. She would have thought he was making sure she had not hurt herself, but he lingered too long on her legs, which were revealed by the short dress and heels she was wearing.

He looked into her eyes and asked, “Are you OK?”

“Yes, yes I am.” She could not look away from his eyes. He did not release her, but pulled her closer. Her mouth went dry. She could feel his belt buckle pressed up against her stomach. Her hands went to his chest. She could feel the heat of his body through his shirt. She knew she should move away but was enjoying the feelings of being pressed up against him too much.

He leaned in closer to her. Moving slowly, he put his cheek next to the side of her head. “You smell incredible. I noticed as soon as I started working tonight.”

Her heart was racing, and the butterflies in her stomach were multiplying. Her mouth was dry, and she instinctually licked her lips to wet them. His eyes focused on her mouth, and he let out a small groan.

“I was trying to stop myself from doing this, but I can’t,” he said. He leaned down and kissed her. It wasn’t an introductory kiss. Heat flared from inside her, and she pressed herself against him at the same time his arms closed around her. One of his hands moved to the small of her back and the other to her ass. He squeezed it, pulling her in even closer. Her arms wrapped around his neck and she kissed him back.

Their mouths opened and his tongue was stroking hers. The kiss was rough and hungry. He was devouring her like he could not get enough. His hand tightened on her, pulling her into his cock. She moved her hips, grinding herself against him. She was already wet. Two years of holding back were bottled up inside her and the floodgates were down.

He pulled his mouth away from her, whispering, “I can’t stop. You’re incredible.”

He moved his mouth to her neck and started to lick, then suck. Immediately, she groaned.

“You like that.” He said it with satisfaction in his voice. “I can feel how hot you are even through all these clothes.”

He moved both his hands down to cup her butt and press her harder against him. He thrust his hips forward, pressing his cock even harder against her, grinding into her. A part of her could not believe she was doing this, grinding herself up against a man she did not even know in a public hallway. But she could not pull away. She felt so incredible. She had never felt this way before. She could not stop her hands from moving down from his shoulders, across his chest, and down to his tight ass. She cupped him through his jeans just like she had been imaging earlier. The reality was better than the fantasy. She became wetter and hotter than she had ever been before.

“Wrap your legs around me,” he ordered. At the same time, he moved his hands from her ass lower to the backs of her thighs. He pulled her legs up and around his waist. She locked her feet behind his back, thrusting herself even closer to him. She let out another groan, this one deeper.

All of a sudden, he was moving down the hall. She heard voices just as he opened a door and carried her through. He shut the door behind him and turned, pressing her up against it.

He was kissing her neck again, sucking on the spot he had found. She locked her legs around him even tighter and began to run her pussy against his cock through all the clothes. She realized that his hands had shifted, pushing her skirt up. His hands were on her thighs, gliding beneath her underwear, cupping her behind, and pulling her closer. He thrust his hips once, then twice, pressing against her. Lacey realized his hands were next to her pussy. Finally, he was touching her, stroking her clit with his thumb. He moved his hand so his finger could enter her pussy as he stroked her clit.

“You are so wet, so amazing,” he said, gasping for breath. She reached down, forcing her hand between them. She stroked his cock through his jeans. He was rock hard. He let out a deep groan, his head falling forward against the door as he pressed into her hand.

She reached for his fly, unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans as fast as she could. She was focused on coming with him inside of her. She could not wait any longer to feel his cock inside her pussy.

“I can’t wait to be inside you.”

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