All her life, Larissa's motto has been "Make me". But none of the men she dates seem to grasp that she means it. Successful and self-confident, Larissa wants a man strong enough to overpower her -- and doesn't believe she'll ever find him. Not, that is, until she meets Adrian Dane. But Larissa doesn't sleep with clients -- not even when the client's a gorgeous, green-eyed vampire.
Adrian knows immediately that Larissa's the soul mate he's spent centuries searching for -- and he's determined to claim her. She's strong. He's stronger. She's stubborn. He's determined. He can make her succumb to him. He can drive her to erotic heights she's only dreamed of. The only thing he can't do is force her to turn vampire and join him forever.
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TRS 5 Heart Sweetheart! "Ms. Dafoe's characters are multi-dimensional, the plot exciting and the sex sizzling." -- Love Romances & More
A Night Owl Romance Reviewer Top Pick! "I didn't know who was hotter in this story: Adrian, the vampire looking for his mate, or Adrian the attentive and sexual lover." -- Night Owl Romance5 Hearts! "From the first page I was sucked into this story and didn't put it down..." -- The Romance Studio
5 Blue Ribbons! "MAKE ME is truly spellbinding! Ms. Dafoe is a masterful story-weaver..." -- Romance Junkies
5 Stars! "What a great short story! Make Me has all of the elements that I look for - love, extremely graphic sex and characters who hold their own." -- Just Erotic Romance Reviews
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Make Me M/F sensual romance
Publisher: Ellora's Cave
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Excerpt
"See Me Now Promotions, can I help you?"
The sun wasn't even up yet when Larissa strode into her agency, and already the damn phone was ringing. Christ, she hated the holiday season, which for her really got jumping in early October as boutiques and retailers geared up for their Christmas ad campaigns.
Swear to God, sometimes she didn't care how good the money was--by Thanksgiving, she knew, she'd be tempted to chuck the whole thing.
Darlene, her secretary, cupped her hand over the phone, shooting her an inquiring glance. Larissa shook her head sharply. Hell, no. She hadn't even had coffee yet. No way was she going to deal with some prick who thought his needs were so crucial he called at--she checked her watch--7:03 in the morning, before she'd even had caffeine.
She started toward her office, but Darlene motioned frantically, tucking the phone between shoulder and chin as she scribbled a note. "I'm sorry, but Ms. Hardy won't be available till the office opens at eight... Uh huh. Uh huh..."
Bending over Darlene's shoulder, Larissa glanced at her hurried scrawl.
Man--waiting in your office. Said it was urgent.
"Damn it, Darlene!"
Covering the phone quickly, Darlene whispered, "I couldn't keep him out! He was waiting outside when I got here."
"At seven a.m.? Jesus Christ."
Darlene opened her mouth to add something, but just then the second line beeped. Rolling her eyes, she spun back to the desk and spoke into the phone. "Yes, can she call you back? Great. Thanks. ...See Me Now Promotions, can I help you?"
Shit, Larissa thought as she paced down the hallway. Early morning was her best brainstorming time, and she'd counted on having her usual hour before opening to work on the Diamond Exchange account--a major coup for her, that one. Besides, she was in a piss-poor mood at the moment--and slightly hung over, thank you very much. Once again, her latest dating prospect had crashed and burned and the last thing she was in a mood to be was pleasant to anyone, much less a prospective client.
What the hell was the problem, anyway? She was everything men always said they wanted--or what they said they wanted in personal ads, anyway. She was articulate, self-confident, attractive enough if no raging beauty--and pretty damn successful if she said so herself. She should have had a dating calendar as crammed to the gills as her client roster. But instead, the guys she went out with invariably discovered somewhere around the third beer that what they really wanted was some meek little pushover who'd bat her eyes up at them and make them feel like a real man. Quote unquote.
Larissa snorted. So far as she was concerned, a real man wouldn't be intimidated by her height, her smarts or her determination. The only problem was, she hadn't met one yet. And when these "Oh, look at me, I buy my suits at Brooks Brothers" Johnny-Come-Quicklies started in with the song and whine about how maybe she ought to try acting a little more feminine, Larissa couldn't resist baring her teeth and saying, "Make me."
The bitch of it all was that not one of them was bright enough to realize she meant it.
Her snort petered out into a deep-drawn sigh. The thing was, she wanted to be overpowered by a man. Hell, even Scarlett had had her Rhett. All she ever seemed to get were Ashley Wilkses. But unlike Scarlett, Larissa was smart enough to recognize weakness when she saw it--and not one of her Ashley wannabes had the sense to so much as grab her and give her a single good, solid kiss. They were always too busy either trying to impress her or being pissed that she didn't flutter her lashes and coo like a goddamned dove.
So no, being polite to some asshole who muscled his way into her office at seven a.m. in the damn morning was nowhere on her list of priorities. Coffee was.
"I'm sorry," she said, putting on her best I'd looove to talk to you, really smile as she pushed open her office door, "but we're not even open for another--"
The man standing in her office turned around, and Larissa felt her smile freeze on her face.
