Secured Heart (Windy City #2)
Genre: M/F, Contemporary Romance
As a child, Kelly dreamt of having a handsome husband, beautiful children, and a dog playing in the backyard. But life rarely turns out the way you plan, and she fears her clock is ticking. Still on the prowl for the perfect husband, she becomes bolder in her search. A night that starts out like any other, ends up being the one that changes everything.
As the owner of a security company, Kendrick McFall takes safety very seriously. His first instinct is to keep Kelly at arm’s length. However, she isn’t his to command, and she isn’t easily persuaded to stay away from the world in which Kendrick lives. A world that she craves.
Taking her under his protection seems to be the only way to keep her safe from the ghosts of his past, and protect her from new threats. Along the way he doesn’t just seek to secure her safety, he wants to secure her heart.
Kendrick took a moment to look past her. The couch facing the door was littered with papers. A glass of white wine sat abandoned on the coffee table, and there were several piles of folded clothes sitting on the loveseat. Her tousled hair and casual sweats gave her a comfortable spending-the-day-in look, but did not take away from her deep beauty. Her V-neck shirt dipped between her breasts, giving him a full-access view of her cleavage. The urge to slide his finger into the opening tugged at him.
“You’re busy.” He motioned to the mess behind her with his chin.
She looked over her shoulder and shrugged in response. “Grading papers and doing laundry.” She eyed him again. “I wasn’t supposed to call you for another half hour.”
“That’s right.” He nodded. “May I come in?” he asked when she continued to stare at him.
“Oh! Sure.” She laughed warmly and stepped to the side. She locked the door behind him and leaned against it.
“So, what’s wrong?” She tilted her head to one side again. “You have that look in your eye. The same one you had the afternoon you drove me to the police station.”
“I talked to George this afternoon,” he said by way of explanation.
She continued to look at him with confusion lurking in her eyes.
“He said he bumped into you at the deli.”
“Oh, George! Yeah, I saw him.” She pushed away from the door and went about moving the pile of jeans from the loveseat and motioning for him to sit.
He remained standing.
“What?” she asked with a hint of annoyance in her tone.
“He said you had an altercation with Ted.” He found himself folding his arms over his chest and widening his stance. Some habits never died.
“An altercation?” She laughed. “I ran into him. Literally. He said some asshole shit, and I said some equally asshole shit, although with much more wit. I left and bumped into George at the door.”
“He said you told him you were going to call me.”
“Yeah,” she said with more heat, “because I was. Half an hour from now.” She crossed her own arms over her chest, or rather under her breasts, pushing them further out toward him.
He forced himself to keep his eyes on her face, and not travel down to the deliciousness that awaited him below her neck.
“You should have called me right away. Ted is dangerous.” He took two large strides toward her until he stood toe-to-toe with her.
“He’s an asshole. If I call you every time I bump into an asshole in this city, I’ll have to upgrade my cell package.” Her eyes softened, her hands fell to her sides, and she looked damn kissable. She had a point. She was bound to cross paths with Ted or any other number of douchebags in the city on a daily basis.
The idea of Ted or any of them hurting her, even with words, made the hairs on his neck stiffen in anger. He wanted to protect her, to veil her from any injury she may ever face from the outside world.
“Okay.” He conceded with a smile. “Then let’s just focus on one asshole. If you see Ted, you aren’t to speak with him. Even if he speaks to you, you just walk away and call me. Right away. Not later in the day or even fifteen minutes later. Right away.” His hands traveled down her arms as he spoke.
“Fair enough.” She nodded in agreement. “I can’t promise not to speak to him—”
He pressed his finger to her lips, silencing her. “I didn’t ask for your promise,” he corrected in a deeper tone, hoping she grasped the severity of his words. “I told you not to speak with him. You will do as I say in this, or you will be punished.”
Windy City Series:
Hidden Heart (Book #1)
Jessica Stanley is comfortable in her orderly life as a paralegal at a high end law firm. Having dated her fair share of liars and manipulators, Jessica views men through a pair of thick, cynical lenses. Men are good for one thing in her eyes, and one thing only.
Her predictable life is thrown into a whirlwind of new experiences when she meets a dominating man at a casual dinner with friends.
Royce Bradford is a man of intent and is used to getting his way. Until he meets Jessica. She is wound tight, and he finds himself yearning to unravel her secrets and her passions.
Jessica declares their relationship casual. She’s tempted by his seductive tone and unusually powerful demeanor to give him that much. But for Royce, it’s not enough. He wants more.
Except Jessica has built a secret tomb around her heart, and it will take a lot more than sensual play times and verbal commands for him to be allowed entrance. Royce never backs down from his desires. He takes up the challenge to seek out her Hidden Heart.
Measha Stone lives in the western suburbs of Chicago with her husband and their children. By day she works as a healthcare administrator, and by evening she steams up the computer screen with her erotic romances. No stranger to the BDSM community, Measha feels right at home within the erotic genre. She is a member of Romance Writers of America, and graduated Summa Cum Laude with a degree in Creative Writing from Southern New Hampshire University. Her vanilla writing has been published in the online magazine efiction and the DuPage Writers Group annual journal Possibilities.