Freebie & Review - Allyson Lindt's Love Hack Series



Fourteen years ago, Vivian and Damon chose their careers over each other, and walked away from a once-in-a-lifetime love. 

Their worlds collide again when Damon is appointed Head Attorney for a defendant that could bring Vivian's entire network security company crashing down around her. 

As sparks fly and old passions resurface, Damon promises they can keep the past and present separate. He demands control in the bedroom, but they agree to keep things professional in the outside world. Each time he ties her up, pins her down, and commands her pleasure, the line between then and now blurs a little more. 

One of them has to surrender everything if they want to stay together, and both wonder if they're strong enough to walk away from their passions a second time.

My Review

Allyson Lindt's "Securing Her Surrender" is the third tale in the Love Hack series, but you can read it as a standalone, I did. Damon is soooo sexy...he makes me wanna get all growly and crawl across the floor naked. I love how she calls him "Counselor" too when she's trying to be formal in front of people. I don't want to spoil too much, but I love their backstory and how the storytelling switches back and forth between then and now. I can't wait to read #1 and #2 in the series! And just in case you need a little extra on these lovers, there is a Christmas short called "Surrendering Her Christmas" that follows up with Vivian and Damon in the "Sexy to Go Christmas 2015 Edition: 13 Sexy-hot Holiday Shorts" collection (http://www.amazon.com/Sexy-Go-Christmas-2015-Sexy-hot-ebook/dp/B0190NOQJ8/).

5 out of 5 stars


Excerpt

“I never forgot how gorgeous you are naked.” He rolled up his shirt sleeves. When he loosened his tie, instinct and memories cranked her pulse higher, until it pounded against her throat and ears. “I’m tempted to shove you up against the couch right now, and fuck you until you scream.”

She bit the inside of her cheek, tempted to argue. Fast and frantic was fine sometimes, but it wasn’t what she wanted tonight, and she wouldn’t be impressed if that was his intention. “Whatever you think is best.”

He smirked and shook his head. “At least say it like you mean it.”

She shrugged. “Make me mean it.”

“I will.” When he removed his tie, the breath caught in her throat.

He relocated behind her, not touching her. She started to turn her head, to see where he’d gone, and his palm collided with her ass. The slap sent a pleasant sting through her, and she sucked in sharply through her teeth.

“I said, don’t move.” His voice was closer than she expected. He fitted something over her eyes, blocking the world from view. Given the width and the way it tightened around her head, she assumed it was his necktie. Her heart hammered at the loss of one sense, and the rest of her kicked into high alert. She heard nothing but her own breathing, the blood rushing in her ears, and the city outside.

She could smell him, though. The faint aftershave. The same scent she remembered, all these years later, that promised more. 

“Top floor condo.” His voice was distinct, but she couldn’t feel him. “Living above most of the other buildings in the city, with a gorgeous view through that picture window. The one with the blinds open. I’m curious what you do out on that balcony.”

A lot of things.

He spanked her again, the loud slap echoing through the room. The sting lingered longer on her skin this time. “I’m not asking me. I’m asking you. What do you do out there?”

“Watch the city. Get some sun. Enjoy being removed from all the insanity, even though I’m right in the middle of it.”

“That’s it?”

She thought about holding back the answer, but telling him about it was as enticing as being spanked. “Sometimes, I’ll go out there to sunbathe in a two-piece. I’ll strip my top off, to avoid tan lines, of course.”

“Of course.” He didn’t sound as if he believed her for a second.

She didn’t know what made her wetter, remembering the moment, or telling him aloud. “I’ll rub the lotion over my breasts, spending longer than I need to, then slide my fingers between my legs. I stroke myself, wondering if anyone can see me. If anyone is watching, until I come.”

He glided his palm over her butt, barely making contact with the still-tender skin, and slipped a finger between her legs. “So you’re turned on by the idea someone might look over here and see you naked, blindfolded, and helpless.”

“Maybe.”

He slapped her—the other cheek this time. “Yes or no?”

“Yes.”

He pressed his chest to her back again and kissed along her shoulder. “I feel your heart pounding. Slamming inside you like a jackhammer. Did you miss this?”

“Desperately.”  

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#1 is Free!


Years ago, heartbreak corrupted Jared Tippins’s outlook on love. He spun the betrayal into a rapid climb up the corporate ladder, and swore off any relationship with a morning after. Luckily, the playful siren who rescues him from singing a duet alone in a karaoke bar doesn’t want anything long term. 

If only he could stop fantasizing about ways to make her moan. Sure, she could’ve mentioned he works for the competition. At least she’s not behind the security concerns that have plagued his company for almost six months. 

If she were, he’d be screwed on a whole new level.


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About Allyson Lindt

Allyson Lindt is a full-time geek and a fuller-time contemporary romance author. She prefers that her geeky heroes come with the alpha expansion pack and adores a heroine who can hold her own in a boardroom. She loves a sexy happily-ever-after and helping deserving cubicle dwellers find their futures together.

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