DevilsBoudoirSeriesSecretDesire

Devil’s Boudoir Series
    Secret Desire
    By Robin McKnight
    Published by Horny Devil Publishing
    Copyright 2013 Robin McKnight
    ISBN 978-1-62518-053-7
    ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
    Devil ’ s Boudoir Series: Secret Desire Copyright © 2013 Robin McKnight
    Edited by Frank Lee and Colette Stone
    Cover art by Dee Allen
    Electronic book publication
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    This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is purely coincidental. The characters are productions of the author’s imagination and used fictitiously.
    Dedication
    This book is dedicated to anyone who’s ever been afraid to be honest with themselves, and to everyone who’s ever taken a chance on love, even when it means facing your own deepest secrets.
    Chapter One
    Shrill ringing pierced the decadent quiet of the early morning in Evan’s private room at the Devil’s Boudoir . Despite her deliciously sore body’s protest, Rissa leaned over the edge of the bed, rummaging through the discarded, and after last night, shredded clothes for her cell phone. Sleep-blurred vision made it difficult for her to read the caller ID, so she d idn’t even try.
    “Hello?” A groggy, sleep-drenched voice purred out of her, but the sedate tone only lasted a moment.
    “Hello, Ms . Trent? This is Maria Malone with the police department. We have a young man here who gave us your name as his emergency contact. We picked up Mr. Deacon Cain around two this morning for drunk and disorderly conduct. He’s over at St . Andrew’s hospital being treated for alcohol poisoning. He’s still under arrest, but we need someone to sign the hospital paperwork, then we can take it from there.” The woman on the other end of the line seemed calm and rational; Rissa was anything but. A litany of emotions jumbled in her head, but she’d decide how to feel after the shock of it all wore off.
    “Ok . I’ll be there as soon as I can . Deacon doesn’t have any real family, so I guess I’ll have to do for now.” Extracting herself from the warm cocoon of Evan’s body, sh e padded to the bathroom. Evan had done as he always did and washed her after they’d scened, but she needed a shower to wake her up more than anything else. A jarring jolt of cold water streaming from the massaging shower head was enough to wake her up, clearing the fog of sleep and shock from her mind.
    Her long, chocolate tresses pulled back in a ponytail, she grabbed a set of yoga pants and a tank from the stash of spares she kept at the club then pulled on her tennis shoes. She didn’t bother with a bra or panties, because hopefully, she could sign the papers and be right back here in Evan’s arms before the sun finished coming up. Her last exchange with her ex, Deacon, hadn’t gone so well ; she had no desire to see him for any reason. The loneliness he’d left in his wake had been replaced by the love she had for Evan along with the overwhelming love he had for her. The last thing she needed in her life was someone who thought the things about her that Evan nurtured and loved so much made