{"id":18036,"date":"2017-04-01T08:00:48","date_gmt":"2017-04-01T13:00:48","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/twinsietalk.com\/?p=18036"},"modified":"2017-03-28T19:23:31","modified_gmt":"2017-03-29T00:23:31","slug":"release-ready-for-his-rule-by-angel-payne","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/twinsietalk.com\/?p=18036","title":{"rendered":"#Release – Ready For His Rule by Angel Payne"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Captain John Franzen.<\/p>\n

Inside the lines…<\/b><\/i>
\nIt’s the definition of life for Tracy Rhodes, and she has no choice about that. Lines–lots of them–are what happens when one is sworn in as second-in-command of the free world.
\nBut the lines are crushed beneath the boots of Captain John Franzen, assigned as a special advisor to her security team for a high-profile event in Vegas. The towering warrior with the haunted stare shatters her composure, invades her libido, and makes her yearn for things she shouldn’t. Sweaty, illicit things…with her body pinned beneath his…<\/p>\n

Outside the boundaries…<\/b><\/i>
\nJohn Franzen, six and a half feet of rigid composure on the outside, is a lost man on the inside. Why the hell is he even alive? A guy isn’t supposed to survive eleven years in Special Forces, especially after the crazy missions he’s been assigned. Accepting the security gig in Vegas is just a favor to a friend–a way to fill time that’s become too damn empty lately.
\nUntil the cushy “babysitting job” becomes the most treacherous mission of his life–and the politician he’s protecting becomes the woman in his bed. The lover beneath his bonds…<\/p>\n

The submissive he longs to claim forever.<\/p>\n

Breaking all the rules…<\/b><\/i>
\nShe’s destined for marble halls and an oval office.
\nHe’s wired for dirt and violence.
\nWill her passion be enough to tame his demons…to claim the ultimate wild boy as her own?<\/p>\n

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He pulled back, watching his hand curl on itself in midair. He thought of all the damage that fist had done, to so many shitheads and losers over the years, but was now a symbol of utter helplessness\u2014inches from a person he was aching to help. Fate was getting in all its best taunts today. His spirit hadn\u2019t agonized this much even when the news about Nichols had come out.
\nAnd the pain in this stall is about you\u2026how?
\nEasy answer. It wasn\u2019t.
\nBut no way in hell was he leaving her in here, all but drowning herself in several senses of the word. If she ordered him all the way out of the shower, then he\u2019d abide\u2014and simply sit on the tile outside. One puddle for another; no difference to him physically\u2014but he would stay here for her, whether she asked for it or not. Even if it fucking killed him.
\nFor now, he chose to simply settle back on his haunches. Nearly as an afterthought, reached and cranked the spray off. In the eerie silence after, Tracy joined her quiet sniffs to the heavy drops of the draining water. John re-balled both his hands, hating even the inches between them. To not even touch her, let alone resist the baser need to clutch her close\u2026
\nFuck.
\nWaterboarding had nothing on this shit.
\nAnd the worst part hadn\u2019t even sunk in.
\nShe\u2019s just following your lead, asshole.
\nThat was the worst part.
\nIn protecting her from his secret side, he\u2019d been locked out of her secrets too. In shielding her from his darkness, she\u2019d made sure he stayed right there\u2014in the dark. Away from the ability to even give her some light\u2026
\nMoron. You. Same sentence, Keoni John Franzen.
\nFinally, she snuffled with more determination. Jerked up her head a little, long enough to slide him a furtive side-eye, but nothing more. She pulled her hand all the way back in, tucking it beneath her chin as she settled her head against the wall again.
\n\u201cI want to talk to Craig.\u201d
\nA brutal exhalation left him. His throat tightened. His chest compressed. Hell, nothing was comfortable. Nor was it meant to be.
\n\u201cI know you do,\u201d he murmured.
\n\u201cI\u2019m\u2026scared.\u201d
\nScrew uncomfortable. Everything was agony\u2014especially when she wouldn\u2019t even let him do anything about it. No. When he\u2019d pushed her away out in the bedroom, letting her walk away with the impression that he wouldn\u2019t do anything.
\n\u201cI know you are.\u201d
\nAt least he had words. Paltry proxies, but they\u2019d have to suffice somehow.
\n\u201cI have no idea what to do.\u201d
\n\u201cBut you don\u2019t have to figure it out alone, ku`uipo.\u201d
\nHer face contorted again, though not with impending tears. Her eyes flared with irritation. \u201cDon\u2019t call me that.\u201d
\nHe barely repressed a grin. \u201cYou\u2019re gorgeous when you\u2019re all hissy kitten.\u201d
\n\u201cYeah? Well, I have Tigress claws, remember?\u201d
\n\u201cFine, fine.\u201d He held up both hands. \u201cMaybe you just want \u2018ma\u2019am\u2019 again?\u201d
\n\u201cAnd maybe you just want me to hunt down a flattening iron.\u201d
\nHis chuckle was impossible to tame. Her glower went from simmering to smoky. He had no idea there were so many nuances of gray. In her eyes, they were all fascinating.
\n\u201cMaybe you can just close your eyes and pretend I\u2019m Craig.\u201d The offer was sincere\u2014he was up for any creative solution here\u2014but her laughter, high and biting, was nowhere near a vote of approval.
\n\u201cThat\u2019s so not going to happen.\u201d
\nHe frowned. \u201cWhy not?\u201d
\n\u201cBecause I\u2019d know the difference.\u201d
\n\u201cHow?\u201d
\n\u201cJohn.\u201d Her laugh mellowed to a watery eye roll. He suddenly knew how Luke must feel when a test wasn\u2019t studied for. \u201cI\u2019d know the difference between you and any other man.\u201d
\nAnd just like that, no more feeling like her teen kid.
\nFeeling everything like the jerk who\u2019d probably made the biggest mistake of his life with her earlier, and would spend the rest of his mortal days cussing himself out for it. \u201cFuck.\u201d Might as well start now. \u201cKu`uipo.\u201d
\nHer tigress side flared in a swift snarl. \u201cWhat didn\u2019t you understand about not calling me that?\u201d
\n\u201cAnd what don\u2019t you understand that I\u2019m only here to help?\u201d The backlash, his higher ground pick of a reply, was still better than choice two: smashing one hell of a kiss on her feisty lips. \u201cIt slipped. So skewer me.\u201d
\nHer regard softened. \u201cIt\u2019s okay. Just\u2026be careful.\u201d
\nNow he was the one clinging to his scowl. \u201cYou don\u2019t even know what it means.\u201d
\n\u201cI can guess by your tone.\u201d
\n\u201cAnd that\u2019s a bad thing?\u201d
\n\u201cWhen your voice alone makes me want to come over there and maul you? Yeah.\u201d She glanced again, letting her stare linger longer\u2014to his intense pleasure. More intense than he wanted to admit, but couldn\u2019t deny. Not when the heat from his skin met the wetness of his clothes and created a new experience for him. Steam Bath\u2014in SenSurround.
\n\u201cTracy.\u201d He heeded her request\u2014the tone was new; perhaps the first time he\u2019d ever used it outside a bondage dungeon before\u2014though its replacement was just as merciless. Perhaps more so. He issued her name as a declaration\u2026a command. Nothing he\u2019d ever use on his battalion members, because this asked for a different kind of obedience. No. Demanded it.
\n\u201cWhat?\u201d She\u2019d dropped her head but lifted it again. Her eyes had turned huge as a pair of London moons.
\n\u201cDo you\u2026want\u2026to maul me?\u201d
\nFor the first time since he\u2019d crawled in here, her body loosened. She opened up a little, still staring with the moon in her eyes\u2014only now, joined by the comets in her energy. Untamed rogue comets\u2014all aimed his direction. \u201c\u2018Want\u2019 isn\u2019t the word I\u2019d use.\u201d
\nFlames licked the edges of her voice\u2014and now the length of his cock. Fuck, how this woman got to him. How her spirit and sass challenged him. How her desire affected him\u2026
\n\u201cTracy.\u201d He didn\u2019t hesitate about wielding the dungeon command now. Doubly deep, three times as severe.
\n\u201cWh-what?\u201d
\nOh, yeah. He also liked it when her defiance wobbled a little. What would it be like to make it shake a lot?\u201d
\n\u201cGet over here and maul me.\u201d<\/div>\n<\/div>\n

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USA Today<\/em> bestselling romance author Angel Payne has been reading and writing her entire life, though her love for romances began in junior high, when writing with friends on “swap stories” they’d trade between classes. Needless to say, those stories involved lots of angst, groping, drama, and gooey kissing.<\/p>\n

She began getting a paycheck for her writing in her twenties, writing record reviews for a Beverly Hills-based dance music magazine. Some years, various entertainment industry gigs, and a number of years in the hospitality industry later, Angel returned to the thing she loves the most: creating character-based romantic fiction. Along the way, she also graduated with two degrees from Chapman University in Southern California, taking departmental honors for English, before writing five historical romances for Kensington and Bantam\/Doubleday\/Dell.<\/p>\n

Angel found a true home in writing contemporary-based romances that feature high heat and high concepts, focusing on memorable alpha men and the women who tame them. She has numerous book series to her credit, including the Kinky Truth<\/em> series, the Secrets of Stone <\/em>series (with Victoria Blue), the W.I.L.D. Boys of Special Forces<\/em> series, and the acclaimed Cimarron<\/em> series. Temptation Court<\/em>, a new series being launched through the Dark Nights Discovery project, debuts in 2016.<\/p>\n

Angel still lives in Southern California, where she is married to her soul mate and lives on a street that looks like Brigadoon, with their awesome daughter and Lady Claire, the dog with impeccable manners. When not writing, she enjoys reading, pop culture, alt rock, cute shoes, enjoying the outdoors, and being a gym rat.<\/p>\n

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