Blurb:
Relocating to Kansas City with David and working for SAFE
Security was everything Autumn thought she wanted…except that the job isn’t
what she thought it would be, and her past seems to have a stranglehold on her
emotions.
When Autumn takes a case without informing the rest of SAFE
Security, she finds herself in hot water when secret victory blows up in her
face. Her impulsive mistake almost costs their lives—and she soon finds herself
jobless. Reeling from this failure and the way it’s damaged her relationships
with David and the team, she vows to start fresh—with a new name and in a new
city. Unfortunately a local crime boss has other ideas.
In the midst of a mission, David must rush back to try to
stop Autumn from leaving—only to find that Autumn and her sister have
disappeared. Can he find them in time to save them and his relationship with
the woman he treasures?
In Treasure Me, Michele
Zurlo delivers a sexy, action-packed adventure tale full of emotional twists
and turns.
Warnings: Spanking, D/s, Dom who puts his foot in his mouth,
bratty sub, fingerpainting
ISBN: 978-1-942414-21-6
Print ISBN: 978-1-942414-22-3
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Please choose ONE of the following four excerpts:
PG Excerpt/David:
I looked skyward in time to see four men dropped from the
helicopter, using tension lines to land on the roof. From the way they were
dressed and armed, I knew that Dean, Frankie, and Jesse had their hands full.
The sharp crack of rapid gunfire came from the roof. They wouldn’t be shooting
unless someone was up there, and I sure as hell wasn’t going to let them fire
their weapons at anyone on my watch. I scrambled up the fire escape, but the
thing only went to the third floor. This wasn’t going to stop me. I used window
ledges and architectural features to pull myself to the roof. The moment I
toppled over the low wall that lined the roof, I realized that Autumn was up
there. She was crouched over the fallen body of a small woman, and she held out
a hand to stop the mercenaries from advancing.
“You’re making a huge mistake. We don’t have the map.”
Her plea didn’t work. These men had their orders, and they
weren’t going to listen to anything she or the blonde had to say. Autumn liked
to refer to me as a mercenary, but she didn’t know the real difference between
what I did and what a mercenary did. Like the four of us at SAFE Security,
mercs were for hire, but, unlike us, they carried out their assigned job
without prejudice. At SAFE Security, we kept the mission in mind, but we
listened to reason, and we never hurt an innocent.
Two shots rang out, and Autumn fell backward. Stone cold
calm flooded my veins, and as they advanced on my fallen sub, and I aimed.
Figuring that they were wearing Kevlar, I targeted the vulnerable spots—head,
neck, femoral artery. Four shots, and four bodies hit the roof. Then I turned
my firepower on the helicopter, and the lone occupant, the pilot, fled.
Hand on heart, Autumn ran toward me. “Sir! Ohmygod, Sir!
You’re okay.” She threw her arms around me, squeezing me hard. A shock of
relief ran through me. I felt the stiffness of her vest as I caught her, and
then I saw the Glock tucked in the back waistband of her pants. She hadn’t
thought to use it against her attackers.
“Who gave you this?” I relieved her of the weapon, and I
tried for a little levity because she looked like she was seconds from falling
apart. “You’re going to shoot your ass off, Sugar.”
“I hope not, Sir. That’s your favorite part.” She took the
gun back. Her hands and voice shook.
PG Excerpt/Autumn:
Dean greeted us at the top of the private staircase that
connected the third and fourth floors. After our workout, I really wanted to
take the elevator, but Frankie did not present that as an option, and I was
afraid I’d lose any street cred I’d gained if I asked.
“Good workout?”
Frankie laughed. She had a husky, deep-throated laugh that
always sounded genuine. “Not bad. I can still kick your ass later if you want.”
By sheer willpower, I made it up the last step. “She taught
me how to get out from under someone who is sitting on my torso and choking
me.”
Dean scratched his chin, and I saw a cut I hadn’t noticed
before. “Did you know she’s trained in six different fighting disciplines? If
she ever decides to become an MMA fighter, I’m betting on her.”
“I’d run the bets because the house always cleans up.” I
grabbed his hand, halting the damage he was doing to his cut. “Let me put some
antibiotic on that.”
Frankie rolled her eyes. “You should see the other guys.”
I didn’t know they’d been in a fight. I looked Frankie up
and down, but I didn’t see a sign of injury. “What happened?”
“As our client feared, thieves attempted to steal the item
while we were in transit. They were highly organized and skilled fighters. Six
of them hit us while we were loading. Five of them are in the hospital.” With
her trademark smile, she glided down the hall and disappeared around the
corner.
I led Dean to his office where I knew he kept first-aid
supplies. “What happened to the sixth person?”
“He gave up fighting after Frankie introduced his balls to
his spine. I’ve never heard a human being make a sound that high in pitch.” He
chuckled and sat on the guest chair facing the other side of his desk while I
retrieved the first-aid kit from a shelf.
That’s when I noticed his new safe. It was beautiful, a
plain, metallic gray strongbox that sat next to another safe. That one, which
always sat out on his shelf, was a work of hand-crafted art. However, the new
one caught my interest, and I breathed an exclamation. “Oh, Dean.”
“You’re sympathizing with the bad guys?” A note of
incredulity crept into his voice, though he mostly sounded like he was teasing.
Though I’d grown up being one of the bad guys, I knew he
didn’t honestly believe that I’d sympathize with his adversary. No, I was
enthralled with his new safe. It was a Vault, a special edition safe from Vault
and Security. They made between ten and fifty of a single design, each with a
continuous weld and 6-gauge steel. I’d heard rumors that the locking bolts
extended four inches into the frame, and that it contained a secondary set of
locking bolts in the body of the safe that extended and twisted to form an even
stronger bond. In order to get into that safe without knowing the combination,
a thief would have to be a fucking awesome safe cracker, which I was, or they’d
have to use an explosive to open it. A pry bar, ax, or sledgehammer wouldn’t
work. The idea of getting into that thing made me wet. “I think I’m in love.”
R Excerpt/David:
“Being manipulative with your phrasing doesn’t change the
fact that there was a transgression, Sugar.” I squeezed one of her ass cheeks.
“Tonight. I’ll leave the gag off. Right now, I want to show you how much I
missed you.” With that, I captured her lips for a searing kiss.
Softening, she yielded to my dominance. I teased the seam of
her lips with my tongue, and she opened to me. She slid a hand into my hair
while the other one trailed down my chest. I ran my hands from her ass, up her
back, to her hair, and back down again. I wanted all of her soft curves pressed
against me. She moaned loudly, and with a vicious yank of her hair, I broke the
kiss to trail sucking bites down the side of her neck.
She loosened my tie and worked the buttons on my shirt. “If
I get your shirt off, it counts as second base.”
That was a challenge I couldn’t ignore. Her shirt didn’t
have buttons. I lifted it over her head and unlatched her bra with expert
precision. “Too late. I stole the base.”
She grasped my dick through the fabric of my pants. I felt
the heat of her palm and the gentle pressure of her fingers. “I think I’ll take
third.”
I finished removing my tie, and I used it to bind her
wrists. “I’m holding out for a home run.”
Wearing only dress slacks and heels, she faced me with her
breasts bared and her wrists bound. This travesty couldn’t continue. I undid
her pants and eased them down her long legs, kissing her flesh as I went down.
She rested her palms on my shoulder to step out of each pant leg.
Now she wore heels, plain cotton panties, and my tie—still
too much fabric. Through her panties, which were soaked through, I kissed her
mons. “You’re very turned on.”
“I know, Sir. Getting my hands on a new safe does that to
me.”
R Excerpt/Autumn:
“Autumn.” He infused the warning with his Dom Voice, and it
sent shivers of desire straight to my core.
“Oh, Sir. I’m already on my knees.” Picking a lock. I left
that part off because he knew exactly what I was doing. It took a lot of
effort, but I concentrated on the soft metallic sounds of the tumblers locking
into place.
“If I was there right now, I’d spank you for being a
smartass.”
Oh, but that man knew exactly what to say to make my pussy
wet. As a sometimes-SAM, I needed to run off at the mouth while he put me in my
place. When the stress of life got to me, I would call him names and goad him
as he spanked or flogged me. He’d send me to a place past all my inhibitions
where it was safe for me to break down and let it all out.
“Are you in my office yet?”
The last tumbler set, and I opened his door. “I’m closing
your door right now. Do you want me in your chair or on the couch?”
He groaned, and I knew I had successfully distracted him
from his original purpose. “Take off all your clothes and bend over my desk with
your legs spread. Move my chair out of the way. That’s where I want you.”
This was even better. I preferred to have him in control,
and he was letting me get away with entirely too much right now. I set to work
wrestling out of the cute green dress he’d surprised me with last weekend. He
liked me to wear colors that matched my green eyes, and I found myself choosing
clothing and accessories with his tastes in mind.
As if he read my mind, he cleared his throat. “I’m going to
punish you when I get home, Sugar. You know better than to try to manipulate
me.”
“Sir, I wouldn’t be me if I didn’t at least try, and then
you would fall out of love with me.” Yeah, my convoluted logic was one of the
things he found attractive. Or so I hoped.
He laughed, the sexy vocal caress washing over my nerves and
urging them into submission. “Perish the thought. Are you in position?”
I bent over and rested my bare chest on his cold desk. “Yes,
Sir. My nipples are hard, and my pussy is wet. Are you naked also?”
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