Still sexually naïve at 50, Isabella Coburn used to be the most in-demand nude artist’s model, now she’s a successful sculptor.
Artist, Gabriel ‘Archangel’ Milford needs Isabella to model for him and sparks fly when they meet. Though she refuses him, Gabriel is determined Issie will pose for him. She’s equally determined she won’t.
Issie can’t deny her attraction to him. But she has a dark sexual secret she’s only shared with one other person. And when she confessed, that person told her she was depraved and in need of lots of psychiatric help. Now her dark desires have burst into her mind, clamouring to be free—desires she discovers Gabriel would be only too willing to satisfy.
Will she finally accept who she is or will she continue to shun men the way she has for the past twenty years?
Be Warned: BDSM, anal sex, sex toys
Excerpt:
“I’ve brought someone to meet you. This is Isabella Coburn.”
The man turned and Isabella couldn’t help her quick intake of breath. He was drop-dead gorgeous. The paint-stained tee he wore fitted him so well, emphasizing his physique, his jeans hung low on his hips, and one arm was covered in tattoos. Tall and lithe, he looked to be in his late forties or fifty. Isabella hadn’t felt this sort of instant attraction for a man since she was nineteen. She actually felt a tightness in her tummy.
But it was his face that arrested her attention most, as he walked toward her and Mark. Deep blue eyes actually bored into her. A close-cropped beard and moustache gave him a sexy look. She blushed under his scrutiny. He actually walked around her, then he stopped directly in front, invading her space and peering into her face. Isabella noticed a streak of paint on his nose tip and resisted the urge to rub it off with her fingers. She wanted to touch the stubble on his face and run her fingers across his cheeks.
“She’s perfect.”
Isabella, now tongue-tied as he continued to stare at her, was becoming aroused by the intense look he gave her. She breathed deeply and the scent of him filled her nose—turpentine foremost, but then a spicy male scent that had her clenching her legs tightly together.
Oh my god, I want this man!
The idea stunned her. For the first time since forever, she actually desired someone. No, that was wrong. This was more than just desire. This was a longing, a necessity. What was happening to her?
“Strip off. I’d like to see you naked.”
“Uh!”
Isabella staggered backward as his words shook her from her sexy thoughts. She knew her eyes widened as she glared at the man in front of her then, frowning, she turned to Mark, who had immediately begun waving his hands.
“No. No, Gabriel. You’ve got it wrong,” he almost shouted. “This is the woman who wants to see Ferdinand. Remember I told you this morning and you said you wanted to meet her first.”
Gabriel didn’t answer for a few seconds, still staring at Isabella. She held her breath until Gabriel finally turned away and looked at Mark.
Isabella was angry with herself for getting excited. Now, both relieved and disappointed she was no longer the subject of that direct stare, Isabella exhaled loudly. But her chaotic thoughts had her reeling.
Puzzled, Gabriel cocked his head as he asked Mark, “Ferdinand?”
