Take to the Limit

Take To The Limit

Unbroken Heroes, Book 4
St. Martin's Press (August 29, 2017)
ISBN-13: 9781250132703 ♦ ISBN-10: 1250132703

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They are part of an elite unit. On task. Off grid. These are the men of the Shadow Ops task force. Be seduced and thrilled by Take to the Limit, the next Unbroken Heroes novel by Dawn Ryder.

Holding out for a hero

A hardened military machine, Bram Magnus is a tough, combat-ready, all-American hero who never surrenders. But the one thing he can’t fight? His smoldering, intense attraction to his girlfriend’s younger sister. He’s always kept his feelings locked deeply down. But when his girlfriend betrays him the night before he ships off to Afghanistan, Bram has one chance to show the woman he’s resisted for years that he wants her as fiercely as the first day he saw her.

Ever since her older sister first brought home the soldier with steely hard muscles and piercing eyes, Jaelyn has wanted Bram, and when her sister casts him aside the night before he leaves, Jaelyn can’t resist one steamy hot kiss with him. But danger is not far behind, and even as a deadly enemy hunts them, their relationship only grows more explosive. It’s all Bram can do to keep Jaelyn safe, but with a threat this powerful, will they pay the ultimate price for their passion?

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Book 1
Dare You To Run
Book 2
Deep Into Trouble
Book 3

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Take To The Limit

Bram felt his lips curving slightly in response. She was kicking his ass and doing a good job of it.

Her eyes narrowed as she took in his grin. She let out a snort and reached for the bag of trash again. “Fine. Hope you and LeAnn are deliriously happy with your . . . relationship.”

LeAnn and her lover had moved off into the night. Bram found it suited him because Jaelyn was far more interesting.

He wanted a fight and was being an ass. But a flare of hunger entered her eyes, deflating his initial surge of temper. It left him poised on the edge of something volatile, something he felt like he’d known had been simmering inside him but had been ignoring. For all the right reasons, of course, but tonight, there was a boundary missing between them. That knowledge set something loose inside him.

“Your sister seems to have vacated the post of being my girlfriend, so you won’t have to worry about seeing me again.”

The trash bag dropped once more. Jaelyn faced off with him like she didn’t notice that her head barely reached his chin.

“Are you really torn up about . . .” She gestured toward where LeAnn had gone. “It’s not like you put a ring on her finger.”

“Your sister doesn’t want a ring weighing her down.”

“No shit,” Jaelyn retorted.

Bram chuckled.

Jaelyn rolled her eyes. “Right, you think I don’t cuss. Know something? I don’t give a fig for your opinion. You were using LeAnn as much as she was you. At least I won’t have to worry about you showing up and messing with my grandfather. He thinks the world of you, and you’re just here to get your fix. Judge me as you will but I see through you.”

He’d been cussed out by the best—seasoned brass and underworld thugs—but there was something about her Lucy Ricardo insults that shamed him.

“You’re not a prude after all.”

“You’ve got nerve.” She made a scoffing sound and sent him a glare. “Know something? Just because I think sex should be more than physical doesn’t make me a prude. My grandparents loved each other. Maybe you’ve just never seen how amazing that looks but I have and I’m not settling for”—she was gesturing at him—“.for what you’re clearly willing to settle for. I am going to find a man who curls my toes and—”

He pushed away from the wall and wrapped his arms around her. He was being presumptuous at the least, a huge prick at the worst, but the flicker of heat in her eyes drew him to her. Maybe it was plain old desperation to cling to the living before he shipped out to a place where life was cheap and easily smashed.

Like hell it was that simple . . .

Whatever had broken free inside him was growing, stretching, as it gained freedom. It was hungry and needy, as well as uncontrollable.

Bram  trapped her arms at her sides, sliding one hand up her spine to capture her nape before claiming his kiss. He needed to hold her, needed her to feel his strength. A soft gasp got muffled between their lips as he pressed a deep kiss against her mouth. He forgot what his intentions were when the taste of her swept through his brain, knocking his better judgment out cold.

The only thing left was the feel of the woman in his arms. The way her lips moved beneath his, the way her body curved to fit against his, it was mind-numbing and exhilarating at the same time. She was warm and soft, and he teased her lips with a sweep of his tongue because he needed to know what she tasted like. The thin, summer dress she wore was nothing but a frail barrier between her hard nipples and himself. He slid his hand around and cupped one breast, feeling its weight, and brushing his thumb over the puckered tip. The soft sound she made snapped him back into focus.

What the fuck was he doing?

Take To The Limit

He opened his arms, fighting that thing inside him with every ounce of self-discipline he had. All he wanted was to press her against the side of the house and keep pressing until he was deep inside her.

God . . . he craved her . . .

Jaelyn staggered back a pace, her respiration agitated, her eyes wide.

That was why she tasted so good. She was everything pure, everything his hands were too dirty to touch.

She was waiting . . . and he was a damned bastard for touching her when she was pure and he was a hell of a long way from it himself.

“I had no right to do that.” But he wanted to do a whole hell of a lot more.

His jeans felt too tight, his cock swollen and demanding. Her taste clung to his lips as he forced himself to walk away before he lost his grip on his discipline.

Before he took what he wanted . . .

“Hold it right there, Bram Magnus.”

Surprise made him stop. The husky sound of her voice was something he’d never heard before. Or expected to.

But he liked it. Liked it a hell of a lot.

He turned to face her and felt his arousal spike when he found her standing only a pace from him. There wasn’t a hint of outrage on her face, only a glimmer of something in her eyes which promised him hell.

He liked the look of that, too.

“Kisses . . .” She closed the gap between them, captivating him with the way her hips swayed. She stepped up to him and settled her hands on his chest. “. . . aren’t meant to be one-sided.”

She stroked him, moving her hands up and over his collarbones to his neck. It was slow, so damn slow he wasn’t sure he could remain still but it was worth the effort. Her touch sent shivers down his spine, the kind he hadn’t felt since he’d been a raw youth in the troughs of his first love.

Back when he’d believed in love, that was.

She believed in love, though. He saw it glittering in her eyes, and it threatened to buckle his knees.

“Always shared, Bram . . . it’s called . . . making love.”

When her hand reached his head she rose onto her toes to complete the kiss but he was still too tall. She gently pulled on his neck and he had no problem complying with her demand.

Shit, he could take orders from her all night so long as she was touching him.

Take To The Limit

This time their kiss was sweeter but not because it was slower. It was in the way she explored his mouth, teasing him with soft pressure while tracing his lower lip with the tip of her tongue before thrusting shyly inside. That was his undoing. He wrapped his arms around her and captured her neck so he could turn her head to suit his desire. The kiss became hard and blistering hot. Control vanished as he fit her against him, pushing her back into the shadows and against the warm stucco of the house. He ravished her mouth with his lips and tongue. She moaned, the little sound pushing him further over the edge as she arched up against him, pressing against his cock and trembling when she felt the hard proof of his desire.

He pulled his head back, stroking her back as he detected the ripple of reaction. Her eyes were wide, her lips open as she panted.

“I shouldn’t have started this,” he said.

“Well, I’ve decided to finish it.” She surprised him with how determined her tone was. Her fingers fisted into his shirt, pulling a handful of his chest hairs in the process. The little tingle of pain intensified the moment, feeding the savage side of his nature that was all too close to the surface.

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