Tuesday, November 1, 2016

Derrick's Choice by Cynthia P. O'Neill

Derrick’s Choice
Titan Security – Book #1
By Cynthia P. O’Neill
Genre: Erotic Romantic Suspense
— SYNOPSIS —

Derrick Caldwell:
Trying to carve out my own way in life, I joined the Air Force, only to have my dad pull strings to place me in Special Ops. Turns out, my entire life had been decided for me; I was to follow in my father’s footsteps.

Once discharged, I had my goals within reach and defying dad was at the top of my list, until Jesse walked in, stealing everything I wanted. I should’ve hated her for taking away my choice, but I couldn’t; one smile was all it took to brand herself on my soul. I swore I’d bide my time and eventually have my dream job and her!

Who knew the position my father forced me to take for Titan Security would lead me to everything I desired? I’d have to act fast, as time was working against me, with a potential killer on the loose, money missing from the company, and someone stalking her…

Jesse Bradford:
On the verge of making manager, I was consumed with work, before Derrick stepped in and snatched my promotion out from under me. He’s familiar, but how? And why did he take my breath away every time we touched? I wanted to make his job a living hell – until someone tried to kill me.

Now my life was in his hands, the ones I imagined bending me to his will. Why am I even thinking this way? He has me confused, forcing me to rethink who I am, submitting to my desires, and helping him track down a killer(s) before they strike again. Can I trust him? I don’t know that I have a choice.


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— EXCERPT —
“I’m no one of importance, sweetness.  For tonight, call me the Master of Your Dreams.”  I smirked as I said it, because she had no clue she’d been starring in mine for a while now. 
Jesse quickly countered, “You’re not my Master, and there’s no way in hell I’m a full submissive.  No one bosses me around.  I’m too damn independent to let someone control me.”
I pushed away from the door and walked right up to her, only inches separating us.  I lifted my hand to rub my fingers across her cheek.  At first she flinched, but then leaned into my touch as I ran my thumb over her lower lip.  “I beg to differ, sweetness.  How about a little wager?”
I knew I shouldn’t extend this offer, but she looked like sin on a stick.  I loved how her ample breasts would be more than a handful for me, along with those killer hips and thighs—enough to hang on to and squeeze my waist while I plowed into her.  STOP thinking with your dick, man! You have no idea who she is to Mr. Tennison.  She could be the niece or stepdaughter he was talking about, or she could be his mistress, but either way, she’s off limits to you.   I guess it’s a good thing I tend to ignore my conscience, because no one ever stirred me like this little package of perfection.
Her eyes, once again, fell to the floor as she asked, “What did you have in mind?”
I lifted her chin so our eyes met as I stepped even closer, our chests barely touching one another.  “If I can get you tied up and to surrender to me in the next seven minutes, you’ll admit you’re a submissive, and you’ll let me bring you to orgasm—one of the best of your life—before you are escorted out of the club.”  She started shaking her head, but I firmly held her chin to keep her focus on me.  “If you resist me, then I’ll let you play out your Domme fantasy, and I’ll submit to your orders and let you do whatever your heart desires.”
Her lips twisted in thought before she lifted her chin in defiance and allowed a smile to dance across her face, “Be prepared to lose.”
“Do you have any hard limits?”
She nodded, “Just one: no actual sex or penetration with your dick.”  With a pink blush spreading up her neck and onto her face, she looked down toward her privates. “You know, down there, I’ll consider the possibility of an oral exchange.”
Her words gave me a visual of doing exactly what she didn’t want: plowing into her with her shapely thighs holding tight to my waist.  But I could deal, especially if it meant her smart mouth wrapped around my cock with those luscious lips; I couldn’t imagine anything more enticing.  “That’s no problem, sweetness.  I can bring you plenty of pleasure without my dick, but that’s your loss, not mine.” 
I leaned forward, wrapping one arm around her waist and settling my hand against her lower back, while I reached my other hand up underneath her wig to the nape of her neck. Teasing her lower lip with my tongue, “Are you ready to begin, Mistress Jesse?”
She sucked in a breath by my knowledge of her name, so I took the opportunity and sealed my lips over hers, driving my tongue deep into her mouth.  Jesse tasted as good as she looked—sweet as a Georgia peach—which had been my favorite thing to eat when I was stationed at an Air Force Base during my final commission with the military in Georgia.  I wanted to consume her whole mouth, drawing the essence of her soul into me so I could possess her.  Have you forgotten that she’s your charge, part of your assignment? Shut the fuck up, conscience…she feels so right and so wrong all at the same time.
At first she wiggled in my grasp, but after a few seconds, her arms came up, wrapping around my neck as I pulled her tight to me. Her body instantly molded to mine, fitting my frame as though she were made just for me. She felt so right pressed up against every inch of my body.  I slowly started guiding her backward toward the wall with the cross. 
I pressed her back against the hard surface as I lifted both of her hands over her head and held them there in one of mine, grinding myself into her center to see how she’d respond.  The little minx pushed herself into me as her tongue crashed into my mouth, seeking more from me.  It took every ounce of my control as a Dom to stay focused.  She had my brain and my body rattled, and I’ve never been that way.  While keeping her mind in a befuddled state of bliss, I slowly maneuvered one hand and secured it to the cross.
A strong voice broke through my memory…”Derrick.  Damn it, soldier, get your head out of your ass and let’s continue this.  I don’t have all night.” Tennison huffed.  How the hell could I forget he was here?  I seriously need to get my shit together, because Jesse just might be the death of me.  My thoughts will have to wait until later…


— ABOUT THE AUTHOR — 
Cynthia P. O’Neill grew up in small town in South Florida and moved to Central Florida to attend college. There, she married her friend, love, and soul mate and still resides with their amazing son, and a feisty, four-legged little boy. 

In her books, Cynthia draws on her background in healthcare and business, along with her husband’s engineering knowledge. 

She currently writes on all levels of Romance. The Remembrance Series encompasses New Adult with a touch of Paranormal activity and a hint of Historical romance. A Learning Series is for those who like a little more steam with their books, falling into the categories of Contemporary - Erotica, with a hint of suspense. 

Her latest series, Need, will have several books, each focusing on one couple per book. The main couple will then become supporting characters, while some of the background characters step forward to find their own happily ever after. It will be will be a Contemporary – Erotic romance with a high level of suspense added. 

She tries to make her writing very personal and close to her heart. Regular life is the inspiration for her books, but her imagination takes them to new heights, opening up possibilities that would normally not exist. 

To learn more about the author, please visit Cynthia’s website at: www.cynthiaponeill.com


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