New York Times bestselling author J. Kenner kicks off a smoking hot, emotionally compelling new trilogy that returns to the world of her beloved Stark novels: Release Me, Claim Me, and Complete Me. Say My Name features Jackson Steele, a strong-willed man who goes after what he wants, and Sylvia Brooks, a disciplined woman who’s hard to get—and exactly who Jackson needs.
I never let anyone get too close—but he’s the only man who’s ever made me feel alive.
Meeting Jackson Steele was a shock to my senses. Confident and commanding, he could take charge of any room . . . or any woman. And Jackson wanted me. The mere sight of him took my breath away, and his touch made me break all my rules.
Our bond was immediate, our passion untamed. I wanted to surrender completely to his kiss, but I couldn’t risk his knowing the truth about my past. Yet Jackson carried secrets too, and in our desire we found our escape, pushing our boundaries as far as they could go.
Learning to trust is never easy. In my mind, I knew I should run. But in my heart, I never felt a fire this strong—and it could either save me or scorch me forever.
We wandered its galleries, exploring it thoroughly, but spending most of our time checking out the current Cezanne exhibit and studying the prints in the permanent photographic exhibit. Our Day of Architecture finally ended at Table 1280, the fresh-to-table restaurant inside the museum.
“There’s more,” Jackson said, as he lifted a strawberry to my mouth. “But the more time I spend with you, the less interested I am in architecture, and the more interested I am in getting you naked.”
I almost choked on the berry. “Not very subtle, are you?”
“I know what I want,” he said. “I know it, and I go after it. I told you that last night. And, Sylvia, I thought we were clear that I wanted you.”
“What you want? Sounds a bit one-sided.”
“It’s not,” he assured me. “I know what you want, too.” The way he smiled reminded me a bit of the wolf with Red Riding Hood. The better to eat you with, my dear. “Don’t I?”
Oh, dear god, yes.
I ignored the wild pounding of my heart as I pushed my plate away, the slice of cheesecake uneaten. I didn’t understand the intensity of my reaction to this man. All I knew was that Jackson shifted something inside me. And so help me, I liked the way that felt.
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