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April 27, 2020
Covid reading – Book Sale
Doing what I can to help, I’ve reduced the price of all my books for the duration of the Covid-19 crisis. Lachlan is free with sign-up to my mailing list at BexDane.com. You can also read them free in KU. I hope you enjoy my men and they bring you some escape.
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November 8, 2019
Torrez is FREE for a limited time!
For the first time ever, Torrez is FREE on Amazon!
Torrez will only be free for 5 days so get your free copy now. If you reviewed an ARC or read in KU, please download the free version and your review will show as a verified purchase. It will also make me very happy!
All the books in the series are free to read in Kindle Unlimited!
Happy Reading,
Love Bex
October 3, 2019
Zook is FREE for a limited time
For the first time ever, Zook is free on Amazon. Get it now. Ends Monday, October 7th.
Zook will only be free for 5 days so get your free copy now. If you reviewed an ARC or read in KU, please download the free version and your review will show as a verified purchase. It will also make me very happy!
All the books in the series are free to read in Kindle Unlimited!
An entertaining, captivating, intriguing, and suspense-filled drama.
A must-have book you don’t want to miss!
Zook is a standalone novel. You don’t have to read Rogan to enjoy Zook, but it might help you understand him better.
September 8, 2019
Falcon and Aida’s first kiss – exclusive excerpt
Here’s a steamy peek at the first time Falcon and Aida kiss. It doesn’t happen until Chapter 9, but it’s worth the wait. Slow burn is the best!
If you haven’t read it yet, click here to view Falcon on Amazon
“His reflection watched me remove the pins from my head piece as his massive body stepped close to my back, not touching, but close enough to make me tremble. “What game are you playing?” he asked me.
“I’m not playing any games.” I lied. I was playing “Let’s Confuse Falcon” and I planned to win.
“You sing,” he said softly and inexplicably.
“You just saw me sing for hours, quite well I might add.”
He nodded and leaned down so his gaze met mine in the mirror. “Do you moan?”
The air gushed from my lungs in a huge burst. “I’m sorry?”
“Does Thorne make you moan?” He somewhat repeated his question.
Oh no. This just crossed a line. He wasn’t playing fair, using his eyes on me, his heat at my back, and bringing up the one thing I refused to discuss.
The past.
“None of your business.”
His fingers grazed my hip and I flinched. He held them there for a second, likely waiting for me to push his hand away. I could have. He had touched me without permission or invitation, but evoking this reaction out of him made me feel powerful. I couldn’t walk away now. We’d entered into battle. I froze, waiting for his next move.
He pressed his palm flat to my belly and snaked it slowly around and up under my left breast. Holy Mary Mother of God, help me.
My gaze was drawn to his giant hand spanning my ribs. For the first time in my life, I felt… petite. The pain in my chest forced me to suck in a huge breath. He had me forgetting to breathe.
He bent down and brushed my ear with his lips, his gaze moving from his hand on my body up to my eyes again. His eyes glowed a powerful blue against the sooty black edges of his eyelashes. “Are you gonna tell me the truth, or are we gonna keep playing our game where you lie and I pretend not to care?”
Was that the game he was playing? Was his ice sculpture imitation an act? It sure convinced me his heart was frozen solid. Falcon didn’t care about anything except his job.
Which was me…
Oh.
I spun on him and had to lean back against the tabletop to get some space from the expanse of his naked chest. “Let me go, please.”
He placed his hands on the table on either side of me, bringing his face parallel with mine. “Has anyone made you moan?” He smelled good, pungent like kerosene. “I got a feeling the answer is no. You’re too busy keeping all your bullshit straight so you can manipulate men to doing what you want. You never let go and just moan. You’re too uptight.”
“Uptight? Did you not see me on the stage? It was like one long moan.”
“No. It was drama for effect. I’m talking about the real you. The Magdalena from Nuevo Laredo. Has any man ever had what it takes to get in there and make her moan?”
I turned my head to the side. Painful memories slashed through me.
Primitivo promising me he’d find my mom, telling me to sing, and telling me to moan.
If he doesn’t make you moan, kick him out of your bed.
No. No one had made me moan. Not at all.
His eyes softened and his hand came up to my cheek, angling my jaw so I was forced to look at him. The corners of his mouth turned down and his face moved slowly closer. He kept moving closer, closer, till the warmth of his breath kissed my face.
I didn’t expect the gentle press of his mouth to mine. Strong, full, soft lips kissed me. I didn’t kiss him back or close my eyes. But as his lips started to move, my body took over. My eyes closed, my head tilted, and my hands came up to grip his forearms.
He kissed me with my cheeks cradled in his palms. I whimpered a weak protest. Never in a million years would I have guessed Falcon could kiss this sweet. And God, I wanted it.
The sweet didn’t last long because within a few seconds, his tongue forced my mouth open and swept mine into a wet, hot, penetrating kiss. The rough hairs of his goatee scratched my face. Overwhelming lust crashed through my system. Even with all the fabric between us, something huge pressed between my legs as he angled his hips closer.
Fire and ice. Cruel and kind. Distant and close. Forbidden and accepted. Totally physical but also completely ethereal. My hands caressed up his chest, fingertips exploring the heavenly dip and swale of each groove. Coarse hair on soft skin and billowing muscles.
His hand moved under my hair and gave a tug at the base of my neck. The demand in the way he yanked my hair crumbled what was left of my resolve to keep him at a distance. Regardless of the battle between us, I needed to kiss him more than I needed to breathe.”
Hot, right? You don’t need to read the other books first, but if you want to see Falcon before he falls, start with Violet.
All of the books in the series are standalones with a happily ever after, but this is the recommended reading order. Read them all FREE in Kindle Unlimited.
Rogan (Book 1) VIEW ON AMAZON
Tessa (Short Story 1.4)
Lachlan (Novella 1.5)
Zook (Book 2)
Torrez (Book 3)
Falcon (Book 4)
Sign up to Bex Dane’s VIP reader team and receive exclusive bonus content including;
Free books, behind-the-scenes secrets no one else knows, deleted scenes, Advanced Reader Copies, VIP Giveaways, so much more.
Click here to sign up and get free books
Falcon and Aida’s first kiss – exclusive excerpt
Here’s a steamy peek at the first time Falcon and Aida kiss. It doesn’t happen until Chapter 9, but it’s worth the wait. Slow burn is the best!
If you haven’t read it yet, click here to view Falcon on Amazon
“His reflection watched me remove the pins from my head piece as his massive body stepped close to my back, not touching, but close enough to make me tremble. “What game are you playing?” he asked me.
“I’m not playing any games.” I lied. I was playing “Let’s Confuse Falcon” and I planned to win.
“You sing,” he said softly and inexplicably.
“You just saw me sing for hours, quite well I might add.”
He nodded and leaned down so his gaze met mine in the mirror. “Do you moan?”
The air gushed from my lungs in a huge burst. “I’m sorry?”
“Does Thorne make you moan?” He somewhat repeated his question.
Oh no. This just crossed a line. He wasn’t playing fair, using his eyes on me, his heat at my back, and bringing up the one thing I refused to discuss.
The past.
“None of your business.”
His fingers grazed my hip and I flinched. He held them there for a second, likely waiting for me to push his hand away. I could have. He had touched me without permission or invitation, but evoking this reaction out of him made me feel powerful. I couldn’t walk away now. We’d entered into battle. I froze, waiting for his next move.
He pressed his palm flat to my belly and snaked it slowly around and up under my left breast. Holy Mary Mother of God, help me.
My gaze was drawn to his giant hand spanning my ribs. For the first time in my life, I felt… petite. The pain in my chest forced me to suck in a huge breath. He had me forgetting to breathe.
He bent down and brushed my ear with his lips, his gaze moving from his hand on my body up to my eyes again. His eyes glowed a powerful blue against the sooty black edges of his eyelashes. “Are you gonna tell me the truth, or are we gonna keep playing our game where you lie and I pretend not to care?”
Was that the game he was playing? Was his ice sculpture imitation an act? It sure convinced me his heart was frozen solid. Falcon didn’t care about anything except his job.
Which was me…
Oh.
I spun on him and had to lean back against the tabletop to get some space from the expanse of his naked chest. “Let me go, please.”
He placed his hands on the table on either side of me, bringing his face parallel with mine. “Has anyone made you moan?” He smelled good, pungent like kerosene. “I got a feeling the answer is no. You’re too busy keeping all your bullshit straight so you can manipulate men to doing what you want. You never let go and just moan. You’re too uptight.”
“Uptight? Did you not see me on the stage? It was like one long moan.”
“No. It was drama for effect. I’m talking about the real you. The Magdalena from Nuevo Laredo. Has any man ever had what it takes to get in there and make her moan?”
I turned my head to the side. Painful memories slashed through me.
Primitivo promising me he’d find my mom, telling me to sing, and telling me to moan.
If he doesn’t make you moan, kick him out of your bed.
No. No one had made me moan. Not at all.
His eyes softened and his hand came up to my cheek, angling my jaw so I was forced to look at him. The corners of his mouth turned down and his face moved slowly closer. He kept moving closer, closer, till the warmth of his breath kissed my face.
I didn’t expect the gentle press of his mouth to mine. Strong, full, soft lips kissed me. I didn’t kiss him back or close my eyes. But as his lips started to move, my body took over. My eyes closed, my head tilted, and my hands came up to grip his forearms.
He kissed me with my cheeks cradled in his palms. I whimpered a weak protest. Never in a million years would I have guessed Falcon could kiss this sweet. And God, I wanted it.
The sweet didn’t last long because within a few seconds, his tongue forced my mouth open and swept mine into a wet, hot, penetrating kiss. The rough hairs of his goatee scratched my face. Overwhelming lust crashed through my system. Even with all the fabric between us, something huge pressed between my legs as he angled his hips closer.
Fire and ice. Cruel and kind. Distant and close. Forbidden and accepted. Totally physical but also completely ethereal. My hands caressed up his chest, fingertips exploring the heavenly dip and swale of each groove. Coarse hair on soft skin and billowing muscles.
His hand moved under my hair and gave a tug at the base of my neck. The demand in the way he yanked my hair crumbled what was left of my resolve to keep him at a distance. Regardless of the battle between us, I needed to kiss him more than I needed to breathe.”
Hot, right? You don’t need to read the other books first, but if you want to see Falcon before he falls, start with Violet.
All of the books in the series are standalones with a happily ever after, but this is the recommended reading order. Read them all FREE in Kindle Unlimited.
Rogan (Book 1) VIEW ON AMAZON
Tessa (Short Story 1.4)
Lachlan (Novella 1.5)
Zook (Book 2)
Torrez (Book 3)
Falcon (Book 4)
Sign up to Bex Dane’s VIP reader team and receive exclusive bonus content including;
Free books, behind-the-scenes secrets no one else knows, deleted scenes, Advanced Reader Copies, VIP Giveaways, so much more.
Click here to sign up and get free books
Falcon and Aida’s first kiss – exclusive excerpt
Here’s a steamy peek at the first time Falcon and Aida kiss. It doesn’t happen until Chapter 9, but it’s worth the wait. Slow burn is the best!
If you haven’t read it yet, click here to view Falcon on Amazon
“His reflection watched me remove the pins from my head piece as his massive body stepped close to my back, not touching, but close enough to make me tremble. “What game are you playing?” he asked me.
“I’m not playing any games.” I lied. I was playing “Let’s Confuse Falcon” and I planned to win.
“You sing,” he said softly and inexplicably.
“You just saw me sing for hours, quite well I might add.”
He nodded and leaned down so his gaze met mine in the mirror. “Do you moan?”
The air gushed from my lungs in a huge burst. “I’m sorry?”
“Does Thorne make you moan?” He somewhat repeated his question.
Oh no. This just crossed a line. He wasn’t playing fair, using his eyes on me, his heat at my back, and bringing up the one thing I refused to discuss.
The past.
“None of your business.”
His fingers grazed my hip and I flinched. He held them there for a second, likely waiting for me to push his hand away. I could have. He had touched me without permission or invitation, but evoking this reaction out of him made me feel powerful. I couldn’t walk away now. We’d entered into battle. I froze, waiting for his next move.
He pressed his palm flat to my belly and snaked it slowly around and up under my left breast. Holy Mary Mother of God, help me.
My gaze was drawn to his giant hand spanning my ribs. For the first time in my life, I felt… petite. The pain in my chest forced me to suck in a huge breath. He had me forgetting to breathe.
He bent down and brushed my ear with his lips, his gaze moving from his hand on my body up to my eyes again. His eyes glowed a powerful blue against the sooty black edges of his eyelashes. “Are you gonna tell me the truth, or are we gonna keep playing our game where you lie and I pretend not to care?”
Was that the game he was playing? Was his ice sculpture imitation an act? It sure convinced me his heart was frozen solid. Falcon didn’t care about anything except his job.
Which was me…
Oh.
I spun on him and had to lean back against the tabletop to get some space from the expanse of his naked chest. “Let me go, please.”
He placed his hands on the table on either side of me, bringing his face parallel with mine. “Has anyone made you moan?” He smelled good, pungent like kerosene. “I got a feeling the answer is no. You’re too busy keeping all your bullshit straight so you can manipulate men to doing what you want. You never let go and just moan. You’re too uptight.”
“Uptight? Did you not see me on the stage? It was like one long moan.”
“No. It was drama for effect. I’m talking about the real you. The Magdalena from Nuevo Laredo. Has any man ever had what it takes to get in there and make her moan?”
I turned my head to the side. Painful memories slashed through me.
Primitivo promising me he’d find my mom, telling me to sing, and telling me to moan.
If he doesn’t make you moan, kick him out of your bed.
No. No one had made me moan. Not at all.
His eyes softened and his hand came up to my cheek, angling my jaw so I was forced to look at him. The corners of his mouth turned down and his face moved slowly closer. He kept moving closer, closer, till the warmth of his breath kissed my face.
I didn’t expect the gentle press of his mouth to mine. Strong, full, soft lips kissed me. I didn’t kiss him back or close my eyes. But as his lips started to move, my body took over. My eyes closed, my head tilted, and my hands came up to grip his forearms.
He kissed me with my cheeks cradled in his palms. I whimpered a weak protest. Never in a million years would I have guessed Falcon could kiss this sweet. And God, I wanted it.
The sweet didn’t last long because within a few seconds, his tongue forced my mouth open and swept mine into a wet, hot, penetrating kiss. The rough hairs of his goatee scratched my face. Overwhelming lust crashed through my system. Even with all the fabric between us, something huge pressed between my legs as he angled his hips closer.
Fire and ice. Cruel and kind. Distant and close. Forbidden and accepted. Totally physical but also completely ethereal. My hands caressed up his chest, fingertips exploring the heavenly dip and swale of each groove. Coarse hair on soft skin and billowing muscles.
His hand moved under my hair and gave a tug at the base of my neck. The demand in the way he yanked my hair crumbled what was left of my resolve to keep him at a distance. Regardless of the battle between us, I needed to kiss him more than I needed to breathe.”
Hot, right? You don’t need to read the other books first, but if you want to see Falcon before he falls, start with Violet.
All of the books in the series are standalones with a happily ever after, but this is the recommended reading order. Read them all FREE in Kindle Unlimited.
Rogan (Book 1) VIEW ON AMAZON
Tessa (Short Story 1.4)
Lachlan (Novella 1.5)
Zook (Book 2)
Torrez (Book 3)
Falcon (Book 4)
Sign up to Bex Dane’s VIP reader team and receive exclusive bonus content including;
Free books, behind-the-scenes secrets no one else knows, deleted scenes, Advanced Reader Copies, VIP Giveaways, so much more.
Click here to sign up and get free books
Falcon and Aida’s first kiss – exclusive excerpt
Here’s a steamy peek at the first time Falcon and Aida kiss. It doesn’t happen until Chapter 9, but it’s worth the wait. Slow burn is the best!
If you haven’t read it yet, click here to view Falcon on Amazon
“His reflection watched me remove the pins from my head piece as his massive body stepped close to my back, not touching, but close enough to make me tremble. “What game are you playing?” he asked me.
“I’m not playing any games.” I lied. I was playing “Let’s Confuse Falcon” and I planned to win.
“You sing,” he said softly and inexplicably.
“You just saw me sing for hours, quite well I might add.”
He nodded and leaned down so his gaze met mine in the mirror. “Do you moan?”
The air gushed from my lungs in a huge burst. “I’m sorry?”
“Does Thorne make you moan?” He somewhat repeated his question.
Oh no. This just crossed a line. He wasn’t playing fair, using his eyes on me, his heat at my back, and bringing up the one thing I refused to discuss.
The past.
“None of your business.”
His fingers grazed my hip and I flinched. He held them there for a second, likely waiting for me to push his hand away. I could have. He had touched me without permission or invitation, but evoking this reaction out of him made me feel powerful. I couldn’t walk away now. We’d entered into battle. I froze, waiting for his next move.
He pressed his palm flat to my belly and snaked it slowly around and up under my left breast. Holy Mary Mother of God, help me.
My gaze was drawn to his giant hand spanning my ribs. For the first time in my life, I felt… petite. The pain in my chest forced me to suck in a huge breath. He had me forgetting to breathe.
He bent down and brushed my ear with his lips, his gaze moving from his hand on my body up to my eyes again. His eyes glowed a powerful blue against the sooty black edges of his eyelashes. “Are you gonna tell me the truth, or are we gonna keep playing our game where you lie and I pretend not to care?”
Was that the game he was playing? Was his ice sculpture imitation an act? It sure convinced me his heart was frozen solid. Falcon didn’t care about anything except his job.
Which was me…
Oh.
I spun on him and had to lean back against the tabletop to get some space from the expanse of his naked chest. “Let me go, please.”
He placed his hands on the table on either side of me, bringing his face parallel with mine. “Has anyone made you moan?” He smelled good, pungent like kerosene. “I got a feeling the answer is no. You’re too busy keeping all your bullshit straight so you can manipulate men to doing what you want. You never let go and just moan. You’re too uptight.”
“Uptight? Did you not see me on the stage? It was like one long moan.”
“No. It was drama for effect. I’m talking about the real you. The Magdalena from Nuevo Laredo. Has any man ever had what it takes to get in there and make her moan?”
I turned my head to the side. Painful memories slashed through me.
Primitivo promising me he’d find my mom, telling me to sing, and telling me to moan.
If he doesn’t make you moan, kick him out of your bed.
No. No one had made me moan. Not at all.
His eyes softened and his hand came up to my cheek, angling my jaw so I was forced to look at him. The corners of his mouth turned down and his face moved slowly closer. He kept moving closer, closer, till the warmth of his breath kissed my face.
I didn’t expect the gentle press of his mouth to mine. Strong, full, soft lips kissed me. I didn’t kiss him back or close my eyes. But as his lips started to move, my body took over. My eyes closed, my head tilted, and my hands came up to grip his forearms.
He kissed me with my cheeks cradled in his palms. I whimpered a weak protest. Never in a million years would I have guessed Falcon could kiss this sweet. And God, I wanted it.
The sweet didn’t last long because within a few seconds, his tongue forced my mouth open and swept mine into a wet, hot, penetrating kiss. The rough hairs of his goatee scratched my face. Overwhelming lust crashed through my system. Even with all the fabric between us, something huge pressed between my legs as he angled his hips closer.
Fire and ice. Cruel and kind. Distant and close. Forbidden and accepted. Totally physical but also completely ethereal. My hands caressed up his chest, fingertips exploring the heavenly dip and swale of each groove. Coarse hair on soft skin and billowing muscles.
His hand moved under my hair and gave a tug at the base of my neck. The demand in the way he yanked my hair crumbled what was left of my resolve to keep him at a distance. Regardless of the battle between us, I needed to kiss him more than I needed to breathe.”
Hot, right? You don’t need to read the other books first, but if you want to see Falcon before he falls, start with Violet.
All of the books in the series are standalones with a happily ever after, but this is the recommended reading order. Read them all FREE in Kindle Unlimited.
Rogan (Book 1) VIEW ON AMAZON
Tessa (Short Story 1.4)
Lachlan (Novella 1.5)
Zook (Book 2)
Torrez (Book 3)
Falcon (Book 4)
Sign up to Bex Dane’s VIP reader team and receive exclusive bonus content including;
Free books, behind-the-scenes secrets no one else knows, deleted scenes, Advanced Reader Copies, VIP Giveaways, so much more.
Click here to sign up and get free books
Falcon and Aida’s first kiss – exclusive excerpt
Here’s a steamy peek at the first time Falcon and Aida kiss. It doesn’t happen until Chapter 9, but it’s worth the wait. Slow burn is the best!
If you haven’t read it yet, click here to view Falcon on Amazon
“His reflection watched me remove the pins from my head piece as his massive body stepped close to my back, not touching, but close enough to make me tremble. “What game are you playing?” he asked me.
“I’m not playing any games.” I lied. I was playing “Let’s Confuse Falcon” and I planned to win.
“You sing,” he said softly and inexplicably.
“You just saw me sing for hours, quite well I might add.”
He nodded and leaned down so his gaze met mine in the mirror. “Do you moan?”
The air gushed from my lungs in a huge burst. “I’m sorry?”
“Does Thorne make you moan?” He somewhat repeated his question.
Oh no. This just crossed a line. He wasn’t playing fair, using his eyes on me, his heat at my back, and bringing up the one thing I refused to discuss.
The past.
“None of your business.”
His fingers grazed my hip and I flinched. He held them there for a second, likely waiting for me to push his hand away. I could have. He had touched me without permission or invitation, but evoking this reaction out of him made me feel powerful. I couldn’t walk away now. We’d entered into battle. I froze, waiting for his next move.
He pressed his palm flat to my belly and snaked it slowly around and up under my left breast. Holy Mary Mother of God, help me.
My gaze was drawn to his giant hand spanning my ribs. For the first time in my life, I felt… petite. The pain in my chest forced me to suck in a huge breath. He had me forgetting to breathe.
He bent down and brushed my ear with his lips, his gaze moving from his hand on my body up to my eyes again. His eyes glowed a powerful blue against the sooty black edges of his eyelashes. “Are you gonna tell me the truth, or are we gonna keep playing our game where you lie and I pretend not to care?”
Was that the game he was playing? Was his ice sculpture imitation an act? It sure convinced me his heart was frozen solid. Falcon didn’t care about anything except his job.
Which was me…
Oh.
I spun on him and had to lean back against the tabletop to get some space from the expanse of his naked chest. “Let me go, please.”
He placed his hands on the table on either side of me, bringing his face parallel with mine. “Has anyone made you moan?” He smelled good, pungent like kerosene. “I got a feeling the answer is no. You’re too busy keeping all your bullshit straight so you can manipulate men to doing what you want. You never let go and just moan. You’re too uptight.”
“Uptight? Did you not see me on the stage? It was like one long moan.”
“No. It was drama for effect. I’m talking about the real you. The Magdalena from Nuevo Laredo. Has any man ever had what it takes to get in there and make her moan?”
I turned my head to the side. Painful memories slashed through me.
Primitivo promising me he’d find my mom, telling me to sing, and telling me to moan.
If he doesn’t make you moan, kick him out of your bed.
No. No one had made me moan. Not at all.
His eyes softened and his hand came up to my cheek, angling my jaw so I was forced to look at him. The corners of his mouth turned down and his face moved slowly closer. He kept moving closer, closer, till the warmth of his breath kissed my face.
I didn’t expect the gentle press of his mouth to mine. Strong, full, soft lips kissed me. I didn’t kiss him back or close my eyes. But as his lips started to move, my body took over. My eyes closed, my head tilted, and my hands came up to grip his forearms.
He kissed me with my cheeks cradled in his palms. I whimpered a weak protest. Never in a million years would I have guessed Falcon could kiss this sweet. And God, I wanted it.
The sweet didn’t last long because within a few seconds, his tongue forced my mouth open and swept mine into a wet, hot, penetrating kiss. The rough hairs of his goatee scratched my face. Overwhelming lust crashed through my system. Even with all the fabric between us, something huge pressed between my legs as he angled his hips closer.
Fire and ice. Cruel and kind. Distant and close. Forbidden and accepted. Totally physical but also completely ethereal. My hands caressed up his chest, fingertips exploring the heavenly dip and swale of each groove. Coarse hair on soft skin and billowing muscles.
His hand moved under my hair and gave a tug at the base of my neck. The demand in the way he yanked my hair crumbled what was left of my resolve to keep him at a distance. Regardless of the battle between us, I needed to kiss him more than I needed to breathe.”
Hot, right? You don’t need to read the other books first, but if you want to see Falcon before he falls, start with Violet.
All of the books in the series are standalones with a happily ever after, but this is the recommended reading order. Read them all FREE in Kindle Unlimited.
Rogan (Book 1) VIEW ON AMAZON
Tessa (Short Story 1.4)
Lachlan (Novella 1.5)
Zook (Book 2)
Torrez (Book 3)
Falcon (Book 4)
Sign up to Bex Dane’s VIP reader team and receive exclusive bonus content including;
Free books, behind-the-scenes secrets no one else knows, deleted scenes, Advanced Reader Copies, VIP Giveaways, so much more.
Click here to sign up and get free books
Falcon and Aida’s first kiss – exclusive excerpt
Here’s a steamy peek at the first time Falcon and Aida kiss. It doesn’t happen until Chapter 9, but it’s worth the wait. Slow burn is the best!
If you haven’t read it yet, click here to view Falcon on Amazon
“His reflection watched me remove the pins from my head piece as his massive body stepped close to my back, not touching, but close enough to make me tremble. “What game are you playing?” he asked me.
“I’m not playing any games.” I lied. I was playing “Let’s Confuse Falcon” and I planned to win.
“You sing,” he said softly and inexplicably.
“You just saw me sing for hours, quite well I might add.”
He nodded and leaned down so his gaze met mine in the mirror. “Do you moan?”
The air gushed from my lungs in a huge burst. “I’m sorry?”
“Does Thorne make you moan?” He somewhat repeated his question.
Oh no. This just crossed a line. He wasn’t playing fair, using his eyes on me, his heat at my back, and bringing up the one thing I refused to discuss.
The past.
“None of your business.”
His fingers grazed my hip and I flinched. He held them there for a second, likely waiting for me to push his hand away. I could have. He had touched me without permission or invitation, but evoking this reaction out of him made me feel powerful. I couldn’t walk away now. We’d entered into battle. I froze, waiting for his next move.
He pressed his palm flat to my belly and snaked it slowly around and up under my left breast. Holy Mary Mother of God, help me.
My gaze was drawn to his giant hand spanning my ribs. For the first time in my life, I felt… petite. The pain in my chest forced me to suck in a huge breath. He had me forgetting to breathe.
He bent down and brushed my ear with his lips, his gaze moving from his hand on my body up to my eyes again. His eyes glowed a powerful blue against the sooty black edges of his eyelashes. “Are you gonna tell me the truth, or are we gonna keep playing our game where you lie and I pretend not to care?”
Was that the game he was playing? Was his ice sculpture imitation an act? It sure convinced me his heart was frozen solid. Falcon didn’t care about anything except his job.
Which was me…
Oh.
I spun on him and had to lean back against the tabletop to get some space from the expanse of his naked chest. “Let me go, please.”
He placed his hands on the table on either side of me, bringing his face parallel with mine. “Has anyone made you moan?” He smelled good, pungent like kerosene. “I got a feeling the answer is no. You’re too busy keeping all your bullshit straight so you can manipulate men to doing what you want. You never let go and just moan. You’re too uptight.”
“Uptight? Did you not see me on the stage? It was like one long moan.”
“No. It was drama for effect. I’m talking about the real you. The Magdalena from Nuevo Laredo. Has any man ever had what it takes to get in there and make her moan?”
I turned my head to the side. Painful memories slashed through me.
Primitivo promising me he’d find my mom, telling me to sing, and telling me to moan.
If he doesn’t make you moan, kick him out of your bed.
No. No one had made me moan. Not at all.
His eyes softened and his hand came up to my cheek, angling my jaw so I was forced to look at him. The corners of his mouth turned down and his face moved slowly closer. He kept moving closer, closer, till the warmth of his breath kissed my face.
I didn’t expect the gentle press of his mouth to mine. Strong, full, soft lips kissed me. I didn’t kiss him back or close my eyes. But as his lips started to move, my body took over. My eyes closed, my head tilted, and my hands came up to grip his forearms.
He kissed me with my cheeks cradled in his palms. I whimpered a weak protest. Never in a million years would I have guessed Falcon could kiss this sweet. And God, I wanted it.
The sweet didn’t last long because within a few seconds, his tongue forced my mouth open and swept mine into a wet, hot, penetrating kiss. The rough hairs of his goatee scratched my face. Overwhelming lust crashed through my system. Even with all the fabric between us, something huge pressed between my legs as he angled his hips closer.
Fire and ice. Cruel and kind. Distant and close. Forbidden and accepted. Totally physical but also completely ethereal. My hands caressed up his chest, fingertips exploring the heavenly dip and swale of each groove. Coarse hair on soft skin and billowing muscles.
His hand moved under my hair and gave a tug at the base of my neck. The demand in the way he yanked my hair crumbled what was left of my resolve to keep him at a distance. Regardless of the battle between us, I needed to kiss him more than I needed to breathe.”
Hot, right? You don’t need to read the other books first, but if you want to see Falcon before he falls, start with Violet.
All of the books in the series are standalones with a happily ever after, but this is the recommended reading order. Read them all FREE in Kindle Unlimited.
Rogan (Book 1) VIEW ON AMAZON
Tessa (Short Story 1.4)
Lachlan (Novella 1.5)
Zook (Book 2)
Torrez (Book 3)
Falcon (Book 4)
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“His reflection watched me remove the pins from my head piece as his massive body stepped close to my back, not touching, but close enough to make me tremble. “What game are you playing?” he asked me.
“I’m not playing any games.” I lied. I was playing “Let’s Confuse Falcon” and I planned to win.
“You sing,” he said softly and inexplicably.
“You just saw me sing for hours, quite well I might add.”
He nodded and leaned down so his gaze met mine in the mirror. “Do you moan?”
The air gushed from my lungs in a huge burst. “I’m sorry?”
“Does Thorne make you moan?” He somewhat repeated his question.
Oh no. This just crossed a line. He wasn’t playing fair, using his eyes on me, his heat at my back, and bringing up the one thing I refused to discuss.
The past.
“None of your business.”
His fingers grazed my hip and I flinched. He held them there for a second, likely waiting for me to push his hand away. I could have. He had touched me without permission or invitation, but evoking this reaction out of him made me feel powerful. I couldn’t walk away now. We’d entered into battle. I froze, waiting for his next move.
He pressed his palm flat to my belly and snaked it slowly around and up under my left breast. Holy Mary Mother of God, help me.
My gaze was drawn to his giant hand spanning my ribs. For the first time in my life, I felt… petite. The pain in my chest forced me to suck in a huge breath. He had me forgetting to breathe.
He bent down and brushed my ear with his lips, his gaze moving from his hand on my body up to my eyes again. His eyes glowed a powerful blue against the sooty black edges of his eyelashes. “Are you gonna tell me the truth, or are we gonna keep playing our game where you lie and I pretend not to care?”
Was that the game he was playing? Was his ice sculpture imitation an act? It sure convinced me his heart was frozen solid. Falcon didn’t care about anything except his job.
Which was me…
Oh.
I spun on him and had to lean back against the tabletop to get some space from the expanse of his naked chest. “Let me go, please.”
He placed his hands on the table on either side of me, bringing his face parallel with mine. “Has anyone made you moan?” He smelled good, pungent like kerosene. “I got a feeling the answer is no. You’re too busy keeping all your bullshit straight so you can manipulate men to doing what you want. You never let go and just moan. You’re too uptight.”
“Uptight? Did you not see me on the stage? It was like one long moan.”
“No. It was drama for effect. I’m talking about the real you. The Magdalena from Nuevo Laredo. Has any man ever had what it takes to get in there and make her moan?”
I turned my head to the side. Painful memories slashed through me.
Primitivo promising me he’d find my mom, telling me to sing, and telling me to moan.
If he doesn’t make you moan, kick him out of your bed.
No. No one had made me moan. Not at all.
His eyes softened and his hand came up to my cheek, angling my jaw so I was forced to look at him. The corners of his mouth turned down and his face moved slowly closer. He kept moving closer, closer, till the warmth of his breath kissed my face.
I didn’t expect the gentle press of his mouth to mine. Strong, full, soft lips kissed me. I didn’t kiss him back or close my eyes. But as his lips started to move, my body took over. My eyes closed, my head tilted, and my hands came up to grip his forearms.
He kissed me with my cheeks cradled in his palms. I whimpered a weak protest. Never in a million years would I have guessed Falcon could kiss this sweet. And God, I wanted it.
The sweet didn’t last long because within a few seconds, his tongue forced my mouth open and swept mine into a wet, hot, penetrating kiss. The rough hairs of his goatee scratched my face. Overwhelming lust crashed through my system. Even with all the fabric between us, something huge pressed between my legs as he angled his hips closer.
Fire and ice. Cruel and kind. Distant and close. Forbidden and accepted. Totally physical but also completely ethereal. My hands caressed up his chest, fingertips exploring the heavenly dip and swale of each groove. Coarse hair on soft skin and billowing muscles.
His hand moved under my hair and gave a tug at the base of my neck. The demand in the way he yanked my hair crumbled what was left of my resolve to keep him at a distance. Regardless of the battle between us, I needed to kiss him more than I needed to breathe.”
Hot, right? You don’t need to read the other books first, but if you want to see Falcon before he falls, start with Violet.
All of the books in the series are standalones with a happily ever after, but this is the recommended reading order. Read them all FREE in Kindle Unlimited.
Rogan (Book 1) VIEW ON AMAZON
Tessa (Short Story 1.4)
Lachlan (Novella 1.5)
Zook (Book 2)
Torrez (Book 3)
Falcon (Book 4)
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