Leslie A. Kelly

“He’s not auctioning off the right to choose a victim. In fact, the auction winner has no say about who gets killed.” Sighing heavily, disgust evident in the posture, the other man finally got to the bones of it. “He’s auctioning off the right to choose the means of death.”
― Leslie A. Kelly, Fade to Black

“better. She wanted to grab hold of those strong shoulders, to touch every inch of his hard body. To lightly bite him, and to scratch his powerful back. She wanted her thighs wrapped around his hips, wanted him driving into her with heat and lust until there was no room for thought. And as she felt him swell and harden to a dizzying size against her hip, she knew she wanted it all twice. “I want you so much,” she whispered, eliminating all subtlety. “Please don’t make me wait any more.” Twining her hands behind his neck, she ran the tip of her tongue along his collarbone, needing to taste him. He was salty and warm and masculine; she breathed in his scent and sucked up the delicious heat his body provided. “Looking at you pulls”
― Leslie A. Kelly, Fade to Black