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ONE HOUR: Total Surrender
ONE HOUR: Total Surrender
ONE HOUR: Total Surrender
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ONE HOUR: Total Surrender

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It’s almost Christmas, and Justine Preston knows what she wants. As a successful lawyer and lifetime overachiever, she is used to putting her desires aside and disciplining herself to pursue her wildest dreams. But when she discovers that her long time partner has walked out on her she finds herself alone, drinking in a bar with a failed relationship on her hands.

Until a man named Nathaniel shows up, and tells her he is her guardian angel. Not only that, but he wants her to come home with him for a nightcap.

Justine can only remember their night in flashes: bondage, gasping, the heat of skin on skin...

And now, all she can think about is sex.

But her newfound passion comes at a great risk, and soon her career, and everything she has worked so hard to achieve begins to feel the heat of her desire. What happened on that kinky night with Nathaniel?

And what the hell did he mean by “guardian angel”?

LanguageEnglish
PublisherAlexis Ryder
Release dateMar 17, 2019
ISBN9780463168868
ONE HOUR: Total Surrender

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    ONE HOUR - Alexis Ryder

    ONE HOUR:

    Total Surrender

    ALEXIS RYDER

    This book is a work of fiction, Names, characters, places, incidents and events are products of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to real persons living or dead is purely coincidental. This e-book is intended for adults only, all sexual activities represented in this book are fantasies, intended for adults. All characters portrayed are over 18 years of age.

    Smashwords Edition

    Copyright © 2019, Alexis Ryder

    This e-book is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This e-book may not be re-sold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each recipient. If you’re reading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only, then please return to your favourite e-book retailer and purchase your own copy. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author.

    CHAPTER 1

    Friday night, exactly 9 pm, and nine days before Christmas; I’m sitting alone, a reputable attorney at Lawrence & Kofax, staring at the dark liquid in my glass. I look up to see that the bar is surprisingly empty; just me and the barman for now. Mirrors shine on the wall. The floor is meticulously clean. Polished wood tables sit empty, waiting for people to use them. The Gold Leaf Bar is the kind of establishment that’s usually frequented by people that can afford ten dollars or more for a single drink.

    Outside on the street, people are in a hurry. Traffic bustles. Taillights blend with Christmas lights that have been strung along the boulevard to infuse festiveness into the air. Pedestrians walk side by side, smiling and talking to one another. Some walk in a faster gait smiling while having a cell phone pressed against their ear. Every stranger I see I can sense their excitement for the holiday, I’m not at all feeling festive. Still, I lift my glass and raise it with my eyes on the nearest window. Merry Christmas, I offer silently, because although I’m not feeling my best I’m glad to see others taking the time to enjoy a Friday night like it should be enjoyed.

    ‘Telling yourself Merry Christmas as well might make you feel better.’

    My eyes travel to the right of me where the voice comes from. I’m not only stunned to see someone sitting two stools from me, I’m questioning how I could have missed him before when minutes ago the bartender and I seemed to be alone. I look past the stranger to see if maybe he came from a door across the room, but the only thing I see is the small hall where the restrooms sit. I stare at him again because people just don’t materialise out of thin air and I haven’t finished my first glass of liquor to use the excuse of being drunk. Another reason I’m looking at him questionably is how he knew I wished strangers on the street a Merry Christmas. I didn’t speak the words out loud. Hell, I barely raised my glass, but here he is, his brown eyes boring into me like he knows everything about me, including all of my secrets.

    I smile on this thought and turn my gaze from him, lift my glass, raise it to my mouth, then watch as my hand trembles, the liquor threatens to spill, my heart races, my breathing increases, and I’m frightened to look at the stranger again because he’s no longer sitting two seats over.

    He’s now directly beside me.

    My eyes glance quickly to the side confirming he is close then turning back to the glass I raise it with a flourish, ‘Well, here’s to you Justine, happy end of relationship day and Merry Fucking Christmas too.’ I whisper before downing the contents in one gulp. The warm liquid momentarily causes me gasp hitting me like an express train with the shock, C— coughing, I placed the glass back on the bar with a resounding thud.

    ‘Another,’ I order with a splutter. ‘And, make it a double.’ The bartender regards me for a moment with a look that speaks almost mockingly: "this broad is a light weight when it comes to her liquor" he shrugs then refills the glass. I sit quietly staring fascinated by the dark liquid as I once again swirl it around in the bottom of the glass.

    ‘Whatever it is your searching for, you won’t find it in there.’ Comes the voice again.

    Jolted back to reality I turn to face the figure sitting next to me. ‘Excuse me?’

    ‘I said, whatever it is you're looking for, you won’t find it in there,’ he replies indicating to the glass in my hand. For a moment words fail me on how to respond. Should I be angry at the interruption or grateful? He is perhaps late 30’s to early 40’s, with dark well groomed slick backed hair and the well cut navy suit give him the look of a fellow lawyer. He sits half turned towards me relaxed holding a drink in his right hand. Despite the cut of his suit it fails to hide the broad shoulders and thick set neck. His brown eyes smile with a deep alluring penetrating softness causing an involuntary ache in my nipples.

    ‘Is that a double bourbon?’ His question cuts my train of thought and sensations.

    ‘Yeah.’ I find

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