Hold Me Down Hard ~ Cathryn Fox
When Eden Carver, Iowa farm girl turned NY actress, decides to seduce the sexy cop next door, she begins to wonder if she’s bitten off more than she can chew.
The last thing Officer Jay Bennett wants is to cross a line with the sweet and innocent country girl—no matter how much he’d like to help himself to a nibble. Not only are they in the friendship zone, a naïve girl like Eden doesn’t belong in his dangerous world.
But when she asks him to help her rehearse lines, and things go from simmer to boil, he finds himself doing the one thing he swore he’d never do.He knows he needs to walk away from temptation, but when sweet little Eden bites back, it tilts his world on its axis.
Because biting back changes everything.
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About Cathryn Fox
Cathryn is a wife, mom, sister, daughter, and friend. She loves dogs, sunny weather, anything chocolate (she never says no to a brownie) pizza and red wine. She has two teenagers who keep her busy with their never ending activities, and a husband who is convinced he can turn her into a mixed martial arts fan. Cathryn can never find balance in her life, is always trying to find time to go to the gym, can never keep up with emails, Facebook or Twitter and tries to write page-turning books that her readers will love. Cathryn also writes Young Adult novels under Cat Kalen and co-writes paranormal romance as Taylor Keating.
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She made a sexy sound and shifted closer. “Maybe I should rip open my blouse, you know, to really help me get into character.”
His heart began racing. “You want to rip open your blouse?”
“Yeah, the script said my clothes were practically torn from my body.”
When her hand went to her blouse, he shackled her wrists and put his mouth close to her ear. “I’m not so sure that’s a good idea.”
She frowned. “I need to nail this part, and I think it would really help.”
There was that word again, the one that suggested all kinds of erotic possibilities. Commanding himself to get it together and remembering how important this was to her, he let go of her and with one quick yank, she tore it open. Her buttons scattered to the ground, and when he set eyes on her lacy black bra, his brain stalled and his body reacted with urgent need.
“Riley,” she said.
He struggled to find his voice. “Who’s Riley?”
She gave a low, throaty chuckle. “You are, remember?”
Hell no, he didn’t remember.
She blinked up at him. “The next line is yours.”
Christ, he couldn’t remember his own name let alone his next line.
“You have to ask me what I missed about you,” she said, coming to his rescue.
Working to keep a measure of calm, he pressed his hands on either side of her head again, and with his scripted words long forgotten, he asked, “What did you miss about me?”
She ran her hand along his chest, her fingers toying with his buttons, and that’s when he noticed her body was too hot. Her voice too husky. “I miss seeing you in your uniform.” She paused, traced her tongue over her lips, and added, “And I miss seeing you out of it.”