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'''''Winning Angela''' is the continuation the '''Incognito''' series by '''Madison Layle and Anna Leigh Keaton'''. Each installment of this series has kept me spellbound for hours while reading. Winning Angela was exquisite. Like Angela, there would have been no earthly way I could have picked between Blaine and Garrett because each man, in his own way, fulfilled different wants and needs. I found myself on the edge of my seat by the book’s end, hoping and praying that everything would work out.'' | '''''Winning Angela''' is the continuation the '''Incognito''' series by '''Madison Layle and Anna Leigh Keaton'''. Each installment of this series has kept me spellbound for hours while reading. Winning Angela was exquisite. Like Angela, there would have been no earthly way I could have picked between Blaine and Garrett because each man, in his own way, fulfilled different wants and needs. I found myself on the edge of my seat by the book’s end, hoping and praying that everything would work out.'' | ||
* Joyfully Recommended - Joyfully Reviewed | * Joyfully Recommended - Joyfully Reviewed | ||
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+ | Catcalls and whistles peppered Angela Patterson as she walked past a half dozen construction workers toward the foreman’s trailer. Typical men, she thought with a smile, watching for any movement of the blinds in the window. There it was. He knew she was here. | ||
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+ | Her heart raced with anticipation, and her steps lengthened as the lunch she carried for two swung in her right hand. She made it only as far as the first wooden step before the door opened to reveal Garrett Storm. | ||
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+ | Aptly named, his dark eyes sparked like ominous thunderclouds. His thick jet-black hair, always a bit disheveled, fell to just below his collar. Stubble shadowed his chiseled features, giving him a sexy, bad-boy look that male cover models spent hours trying to achieve. | ||
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+ | His well-worn jeans had a rip at the knee and molded over lean hips and powerful thighs. He wore a white muscle shirt tucked into the pants with a short-sleeve, blue-collared shirt over the top, which he left unbuttoned and hanging out. Her fingers itched to rip off the shirts so her eyes could feast on his tanned six-pack abs and biceps that only a skilled outdoor laborer could attain. | ||
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+ | God, he’s gorgeous. And all mine. | ||
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+ | With a broad grin, she held up the Chinese takeout. “Lunch is here.” | ||
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+ | He flashed a pearly set of straight whites as he held the door open wide to let her in—one of the few gentlemanly things he ever did. But as soon as she was inside and the door clicked shut, the Garrett she knew and loved had her back pressed against the wall. | ||
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+ | With one hand curled around her neck, he held her in place while his mouth stole her breath in a soul-searing kiss. Her heartbeat hammered under his fingers as his tongue dueled with and ultimately conquered hers. | ||
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+ | When he finally pulled back, letting his thumb continue to caress her raging pulse, she could hardly get enough air to form a coherent word. | ||
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+ | “You said...you...were hungry.” | ||
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+ | “I am. For you.” His deep base rumble shook her foundations, and the Chinese takeout hit the floor as her arms swept around his broad shoulders. |
Revision as of 19:32, 23 January 2007
- Author: Anna Leigh Keaton & Madison Layle
- Publisher: Cobblestone Press, LLC (2006)
- Genre: Contemporary Erotic Romance BDSM/Triad
- Series: Incognito
Back Cover Blurb
Incognito’s "submissive dominatrix," Angela Patterson, juggles separate love lives with two men who hold keys to her heart.
Her wild side craves Garrett Storm. A sexy-as-sin hunk of a construction worker who is every submissives' dream. He's big, strong, rough, and domineering.
Then there's sweet, gentle Blaine Worthington, a white-collar businessman with sophisticated tastes. He wines her and dines her, and in the bedroom will do anything and everything to please.
For a while, they fulfill her every fantasy, but when each man demands more commitment, her two separate worlds collide, and the competition for her heart ignites.
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ISBN: 978-1-60088-072-8
What the critics are saying
Winning Angela is the third installment in the Incognito series: a series that just might be my favorite erotic/BDSM series. This reader was pleasantly surprised by the slight shift in personalities this book had along with the return of so many characters from the first two installments. Garrett is an intense, ‘take me as I am’, ‘hold on to your seat’ lover that pushes Angela to bend to his desires, ensuring hers are met. Blaine is a tender, sweet-hearted lover that devotes himself to focusing on Angela’s pleasure always. Both of them want nothing other than the opportunity to love Angela forever and ensure she is happy. Angela finds herself in quite the dilemma having to pick between Garrett and Blaine. They are the perfect contrast and an amazing compliment to one another. The emotional struggles that all three of them experience and the competition Garrett and Blaine endure are very realistic and add an element to their story. Readers will be fighting and cheering for each of them to have what they want and desire. Madison Layle & Anna Leigh Keaton, just like Garrett and Blaine, are a wonderful compliment to each other and will have readers wanting to grab everything they can from both of them. A tremendous job ladies!
- 5 Angels & Recommended Read! - Fallen Angel Reviews
Winning Angela is the continuation the Incognito series by Madison Layle and Anna Leigh Keaton. Each installment of this series has kept me spellbound for hours while reading. Winning Angela was exquisite. Like Angela, there would have been no earthly way I could have picked between Blaine and Garrett because each man, in his own way, fulfilled different wants and needs. I found myself on the edge of my seat by the book’s end, hoping and praying that everything would work out.
- Joyfully Recommended - Joyfully Reviewed
Catcalls and whistles peppered Angela Patterson as she walked past a half dozen construction workers toward the foreman’s trailer. Typical men, she thought with a smile, watching for any movement of the blinds in the window. There it was. He knew she was here.
Her heart raced with anticipation, and her steps lengthened as the lunch she carried for two swung in her right hand. She made it only as far as the first wooden step before the door opened to reveal Garrett Storm.
Aptly named, his dark eyes sparked like ominous thunderclouds. His thick jet-black hair, always a bit disheveled, fell to just below his collar. Stubble shadowed his chiseled features, giving him a sexy, bad-boy look that male cover models spent hours trying to achieve.
His well-worn jeans had a rip at the knee and molded over lean hips and powerful thighs. He wore a white muscle shirt tucked into the pants with a short-sleeve, blue-collared shirt over the top, which he left unbuttoned and hanging out. Her fingers itched to rip off the shirts so her eyes could feast on his tanned six-pack abs and biceps that only a skilled outdoor laborer could attain.
God, he’s gorgeous. And all mine.
With a broad grin, she held up the Chinese takeout. “Lunch is here.”
He flashed a pearly set of straight whites as he held the door open wide to let her in—one of the few gentlemanly things he ever did. But as soon as she was inside and the door clicked shut, the Garrett she knew and loved had her back pressed against the wall.
With one hand curled around her neck, he held her in place while his mouth stole her breath in a soul-searing kiss. Her heartbeat hammered under his fingers as his tongue dueled with and ultimately conquered hers.
When he finally pulled back, letting his thumb continue to caress her raging pulse, she could hardly get enough air to form a coherent word.
“You said...you...were hungry.”
“I am. For you.” His deep base rumble shook her foundations, and the Chinese takeout hit the floor as her arms swept around his broad shoulders.