Nothing Between Us
A Loving on the Edge novel perfect for fans of Fifty Shades of Grey.Unlike the heroine of her popular thriller series, Georgia Delaune can't afford to take risks or push sexual boundaries–unless you count spying through her neighbor's bedroom window, and never missing a single move he makes.Colby Wilkes is more than willing to put on a show for the alluring woman next door. But his dominant side aches to show her the pleasures of submission up close. As a counselor, Colby is sensitive to Georgia's fears. As a Dom at The Ranch, a private BDSM retreat, he's the perfect teacher to unleash her passion.But just as Georgia lowers her emotional barriers, an unexpected complication arrives: a bad boy musician from Colby's past who adds fuel to her heated imagination. Now, the lonely author has two gorgeous men eager to fulfill every fantasy she's ever written – and one she's never dared to dream…
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Nothing Between Us
Roni Loren
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First published in USA by Penguin Group (USA) 2015
First published in Great Britain by Harper 2015
Copyright © Roni Loren 2015
âI Surrenderâ by Roni Loren © Roni Loren 2015
Excerpt from âCall on Meâ by Roni Loren © Roni Loren 2015
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Source ISBN: 9780425268575
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Contents
12:35 a.m.âSpring
Georgia Delaune had never been particularly drawn to illegal activity. Or taking risks. Or, okay, fineâsexually deviant behavior. She was woman enough to admit what this was. So finding herself hiding in the dark, peering around the curtains of her second-story window with a set of binoculars, shouldâve tipped her off that she was officially losing her shit.
But since moving into the house on Fallen Oaks Lane six months earlier, sheâd known this moment was coming. Before now, sheâd convinced herself that sheâd only been catching inadvertent peeks and unintentional glimpses. Her neighbor would surely shut his curtains if he didnât want to risk being seen, right?
She groaned, lowered the binoculars, and pressed her forehead to the window frame. God, now she was blaming the victim. He gets naked in the confines of his own home. A home thatâs on a treed corner lot with tons of privacy and a seven-foot-tall fence. How dare he!
This was so screwed up. What if he saw her? He could call the cops, and sheâd be slapped with some Peeping Tom chargeâor Peeping Tammy, as the case may be. Thatâd be an epic disaster. Especially when the cops found no information on a Georgia Delaune. Plus, afterward, sheâd have to move because thereâd be no facing her neighbor again. Not after he knew what she did at night. And there was no way in hell she was moving. It had taken too much time, effort, and planning to find this spot, to finally feel even a smidgen of security and safety. These walls were her only haven, and she had no intention of leaving them.
But despite knowing the risks, when she saw a lamp flick on and light glow in the window of Colby Wilkesâs bedroom, she found herself dragging a chair over to the window and lifting the binoculars to her eyes. It took a second to adjust the focus, but when the lenses cleared, the broad, wet shoulders of her dark-haired neighbor filled the view. Her stomach dipped in anticipation.
He wasnât alone.
Sheâd known he had friends over. Sheâd seen the group going in when sheâd closed her living room blinds earlier that night. Two women and three guys, plus Colby. Later, sheâd heard water splashing and the murmuring of voices, so sheâd gone into her backyard for a while to listen to the distant sounds of life and laughter. That world seemed so foreign to her now. Being surrounded by people, having friends over, relaxing by the pool. She couldnât see anything from her backyard. Colbyâs pool area was blocked by the house and bordered by trees. So sheâd lain in her lounge chair out back, closed her eyes, and had imagined she was a guest at his party, that she was part of that laughter. And sheâd also found herself wondering what would happen afterward.
