"5 Daggers!...Sizzling!...the sparks start right off but M. L. Rhodes doesn't let us forget the transcending power of love. Emotionally fulfilling, sexually sizzling...a fantastic read!"—Brenda Thatcher, All About Murder
"...A fantastically written romantica that will leave the reader breathless. 'Rider' and Lucy are strong characters who let their presence be known from the start. The sexual tension oozes from the pages, and the sex is hot enough to set off the fire alarm!"—Jordan Moon, Word on Romance
"...Witty dialogue and interesting characters. Lucy is a feisty, strong female with a smart mouth that gets her into more trouble than she can deal with. She won me over on the first page. The other characters in the book are equally entertaining. Even though Lucy is initially kidnapped, the author makes it clear that she is very attracted to the stranger. All of the sex scenes are consensual and the handcuffs and blindfold only add to the heat between the main characters...Definitely a worthy read!"—Laci Grey, Just Erotic Romance Review Newsletter
..."A hook—? I am not a hooker! I'm an innocent victim. I was robbed."
"Mm-hmm, that's what they all say."
"It's true! My name is Lucy Hart. I'm a waitress at the Last Chance Diner. I'm a completely respectable person. I pay my bills. I…I…I have a library card!"
"Sure, whatever you say, honey."
"I am not your honey. Now get me free, you hear me? Or I'll scream. I swear I will. And Mr. Sanchez will come over with his shotgun and he'll blow a hole right through you. You'll end up with only one testicle, or maybe none. Then you'll be sorry you didn't help me—you'll be sorry you were a rude, ogling cretin instead of a nice, helpful gentleman."
"I told you"—his voice moved closer—"I never claimed to be a gentleman."
She felt a tug at her breast that sent a weird pleasure/pain sensation through her. But then, with a soft snap, one of the nipple clamps was pulled free.
"Ouch, damn it! That hurts," she cried. But when a warm, callused finger smoothed across the tip of her breast, an entirely different sensation coursed through her. It was like boiling magma shooting through her, starting in her aching breast, and spreading all the way to her womanly core. Her body jolted in response. "Stop that!" she gasped. "How dare you touch me."
"Oh, I dare," he rumbled. "If you don't want it touched, you shouldn't put it on display..."