All Tied Up: Pleasure Inn, Book 1 by Book All Tied Up Pleasure Inn

is her mantra. Then she discovers Talen in her apartment wearing only a towel—and suddenly her safe and tidy world is yanked from under her feet.
    An inferno of carnal need erupts between them, hotter than the phoenix’s fire. Yet the power of their igniting love may not be enough to save Keri from a killer who’s determined to deliver the inevitable death stroke.
    Warning: Contains a sexy, dominant man with a fierce body, a hot tattoo and an unconventional use for scarves…and many scrumptious scenes displaying his finer assets (and skills). Sex. Explicit sex. More sex. Hot sex with light bondage. And did I mention the tattoo?
     
    Enjoy the following excerpt for Prince of Fire:
    It took several minutes for Keri to fully wake up and remember what had happened.
    Oh my God, it had been like a scene straight out of a Lifetime movie! She’d just gone to bed when she’d heard a noise. The next thing she knew, a strange man was standing next to her bed, saying things she didn’t understand.
    She’d run. Made it as far as the living room. He’d caught her. Talen came bursting into her apartment. Right about then, she’d started seeing stars, thanks to the terror. And her head felt like it had exploded. The rest was hazy. But not forgotten.
    A nightmare had woken her up.
    Bathed in sweat and gasping, she threw off the covers and lurched forward. “Where am I?”
    “It’s okay. You’re safe. I brought you back to my place.” Talen appeared out of the thick darkness and immediately pulled her into his arms. She stiffened for a split second, unable to help herself. But the edge of her terror softened by his steady strength and warmth, she relaxed against him.
    She wanted to thank him, but her throat was closed up too tightly and her teeth chattered. All that escaped was an occasional stifled sob. She tried to control the quaking but couldn’t. She felt like she couldn’t breathe, that the air wasn’t getting into her lungs fast enough. Her head started spinning again as the horrifying scene in her apartment played over and over in her mind.
    He held her tenderly, smoothing a hand up and down her back. A simple gesture but so appreciated. He said nothing, just held her. Finally, after who knew how long, the spinning slowed. The air moved in and out of her lungs easier. The shuddering eased.
    She tipped her head to look at his face.
    His lips were pulled into a thin line, his eyes dark.
    “It wasn’t who I thought,” she whispered.
    “Who?”
    She shivered. “The man who attacked me. I didn’t know him. What’s going on?”
    Talen’s mouth thinned even more. “I’ll find out.”
    “We should call the police.”
    “I’ll take care of it, while you rest.”
    She wanted to call now, get it over with, while the memories of the man’s face were still fresh, but she had a feeling it wouldn’t be a short conversation. Quite the opposite.
    She glanced around, found a clock. It was just after three. She’d only been sleeping for a couple of hours.
    Her head hurt.
    She was tired. And still shaking.
    She rubbed at her temples. “You’ll call the police?”
    “Yes, in a few minutes.” Talen eased beneath the covers beside her and, taking her with him, lay on his back, cradling her head. He tucked her against him, until she lay flush to his side. Despite the pounding in her head, a current of sensual awareness rippled through her body.
    So big. And brave. And strong.
    She’d been an absolute idiot for leaving his apartment earlier. Granted, she’d had absolutely no clue how much danger she was in. But to think her stung pride had almost cost her life…and worse, Talen his. She’d never be able to live with the guilt if he’d been hurt, let alone killed.
    Tears burned her eyes. “Dammit, if I wasn’t so freaked out and exhausted, I might handle this better.” Mad at herself for crying, she dragged the back of her hand across her eyes. She sniffled. “I’m sorry I left.”
    He caught her chin and forced