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National Domestic
Violence Hotline
http://www.ndvh.org
1-800-799-SAFE
Assaulted Women's
Helpline (Canada)
http://www.awhl.org/index.htm
1-416-863-0511
(U.K.) Women's Aid
http://www.womensaid.org.uk
0808 2000 247
National Lifeline
(Australia)
http://www.lifeline.org.au
call 13 11 14
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LIFETIME for Women
Champions of Change
http://lifetimetv.com
R.O.S.E.- Regaining
One's Self Esteem
http://www.rosefund.org
When Love Hurts
Guide to Healthy
Relationships
http://www.dvirc.org.au
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Read
the first chapter:
BLACK LACE
LETTER NUMBER ONE
You’re
all I think about, all that I dream of. I can’t wait to get my hands on
you. I want to strip you bare and pleasure your gorgeous body in the most
erotic ways.
In
my fantasy, I slowly unbutton your shirt and slip it off your shoulders.
As I lightly stroke your neck and chest, I feel your skin heat beneath my
fingers. Then my hands glide lower, over your belly and down to your
waist.
I
unsnap your jeans and slide the zipper down. Then I push them, along with
your shorts, over your hips and down your thighs, leaving you naked at
last.
I
take my time, touching and tasting and enjoying you. I wait to hear you
moan and whisper my name. Then, and only then, will I be
Yours,
in black lace
He
was reading one of her letters. She recognized the pearl gray note card
right away. Stephanie Madison stood in the doorway of Emelio Sanchez’s
office and concentrated on him, instead of the packet she gripped in her
hand.
South
Florida sunlight poured through the large windows, flashed off the steel
and smoked glass desk, highlighting Emelio’s coffee brown hair. Tousled
strands fell loosely around his face then were absently pushed aside, his
attention focused on the provocative words she’d written for him.
Stevie
took advantage of his distraction, using the time to study features
she’d committed to memory on her first day at January Investigations. It
was a compelling face, a blend of cool reserve and masculine appeal too
beautiful to be called handsome and yet devastatingly male.
Her
eyes roamed over his strong jaw, regal nose and the high ridge of his
cheekbones. His hazel eyes, she knew, were flecked with amber and green
and the shadows of distant secrets. His lips were firm and full in a wide
mouth that rarely smiled.
Just
now there was a slight softening of his normally brooding features. Had
the contents of her letter gotten to him? She hoped so. Dreams about
Emelio, about what she wanted to do with him, made for long, frustrating
nights. Her pulse accelerated and a delicious longing settled into her
belly.
Continue...
From
the book YOURS IN BLACK LACE by
Mia Zachary
Imprint
and Series: Harlequin Blaze; Publication Date: May
2004
Copyright © 2002 by Mika Boblitz; ® and T are trademarks of the
publisher.
The edition will be published by arrangement with Harlequin Books
S.A.
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