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Promo & Giveaway: Sinful Rewards 2 by Cynthia Sax

Sinful Rewards 2
A Billionaires and Bikers Novella
By: Cynthia Sax
Releasing August 12th

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Belinda “Bee” Carter isn’t quite sure what she’s gotten herself into. She’s been receiving mysterious messages from a secret admirer who is sending her more and more erotic dares. Each time she fulfills his desires, she gets rewarded. She’s convinced that her mystery texter is one of two super-hot men—Nicolas, the handsome billionaire, or Hawke, the sexy biker—but she can’t tell which one it is. And she’s coming to realize that beneath her peaches-and-cream exterior beats a heart that longs to play out all of her most secret fantasies.

As the stakes are raised again, will Bee succumb to the sensual allure of this latest dare?


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Excerpt 2 (R rated)

At exactly three minutes after five o’clock, a long black limousine rolls to a stop in front of the building, its tires sending ripples through the puddles. The door opens and a tanned hand reaches out of the vehicle. “Get in,” Nicolas orders.

My billionaire is certainly not a hearts and flowers type of guy. My lips twitch as I clasp his fingers. He pulls me into the limo, his grip soft yet firm, demanding my full obedience.

I land with a thud on the seat beside him, my fabric-covered ass smacking against the leather. Our hips and thighs touch and my cheeks heat. Setting my purse in my lap, I press my knees together, vividly aware that I’m bare under my dress, the prospect of getting caught by Nicolas, by anyone, exciting me.

“You picked me up at work.” I turn my head and my breath hitches. He’s so damn handsome, his black wavy hair smoothed away from his face, his features male model perfect, his dark brown eyes glittering. His outfit is as monochrome as the day, his suit black, his shirt white with a hint of gray pinstripes, and his tie a deep charcoal.

The deep charcoal matches my dress, I realize, this happy thought lifting my spirits. We look like a couple.

“I didn’t make you wait on a street corner like some two-bit hooker.” Nicolas repeats my words from yesterday, his voice lilting with amusement. “I also introduced myself when I called.”

He listened to me, minimum wage earning, stupendously average Belinda Carter. This thrills me, flatters me, improving my mood even more.

“There’s hope for you yet.” I admire the way his suit jacket hugs his long, lean form. Nicolas isn’t a muscular beast like Hawke. He’s suave and sophisticated.

He must be wearing underwear. I wiggle, bumping my hip against his.

“Don’t hold out too much hope for me, Bee.” Nicolas slides his arm around my waist and splays his fingers over my hip, his clasp on me secure, stilling my squirming.

“I’m an asshole to my core.” He grins, not at all apologetic. He knows he’s an asshole and he doesn’t care. My sexy billionaire rubs sensual circles into my skin with his fingertips, his searching touch causing the flicker of desire inside me to flare.

“So you keep warning me.” I shift beside him, the band of emotion around my chest wrapping tighter and tighter with each exploratory swirl of his fingers. He won’t find the expected ridges of fabric under my dress. He’ll realize I’m not wearing panties.

“You should heed my warnings.”


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Cynthia Sax lives in a world filled with magic and romance. Although her heroes may not always say, “I love you”, they will do anything for the women they adore. They live passionately. They play hard. They love the same women forever.

Cynthia has loved the same wonderful man forever. Her supportive hubby offers himself up to the joys and pains of research, while they travel the world together, meeting fascinating people and finding inspiration in exotic places such as Istanbul, Bali, and Chicago.Please visit her on the web at www.CynthiaSax.com

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