An Incredible Journey Of Love, Surrender, and Passions!
Secret Sexy Passions
Sexy young man is confident, ambitious, and a Dom. He’s a Navy Seal who knows what he wants and seizes it. He falls for a beautiful young girl who walks into his life and his home.
A lovely young girl, lost and broken, has been through several foster homes. She is now in his home! She has locked up her heart and erected a wall.
Will he be able to knock it down and touch her heart? Will he be able to dominate her soul?
Life throws lots of curves and knocks them off the tracks. Will their love survive the obstacles blocking the road to HEA?
“Baby Girl, you own my soul. My heart beats for you. You’re the only reason that I breathe! You’re deeply etched into my psyche!” Sean Knight
Small little excerpt!!
Sean walks down to the last apartment in the corner. He knocks on the door, listening for any noise inside or outside.
Oh, wow! Someone is knocking and I have to finish getting ready to go to work. Shit! I wish Carol was here. Where did she go?
Sofia pulls on the sundress that’s across her chair. She slips her feet into her slippers and walks out of her room. She looks through the peephole and sees a black shirt, wide shoulders, and she looks up his neck to his face. Hell, I know that’s Sean. The shades don’t disguise his jawline. It’s him! Her jaw drops open, surprised. Wow, omg. He’s here. It’s Sean. What does he want now after all of this time? She pulls back, and leans on the door, chewing her lower lip.
I know I heard some steps. It has to be my Sofia. Sean leans forward and knocks again on the door, looking at the peephole. He slowly smiles at her.
Sofia looks into the peephole again and sees him smiling. Hell, he knows I’m home. She bites her lower lip.
Sofia opens the door and looks at him. She crosses her arms and waits for him to talk.
Sean grins at her and looks her over. Oh yeah, my Sofia looks the same, if not better. “Baby Girl, I’m home.”Sofia glares at him and turns away. She walks into the living room. She stops at the sofa, and rests her hands on her hips. “Really, you’re home? That means what?” She raises her eyebrow at him.
She clenches her hands on her hips to control her rampant emotions of joy, anger, and hurt.