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Title: Hold Me Down
Author: Sara Taylor Woods
Genre: Contemporary Romance
About Hold Me Down:Talia Benson has always been independent, unafraid to go after what she wants, regardless of setback, injury, or failure. But between her father’s conditional tuition payments and her mother’s nagging concern over her emotional state, Talia’s suffocating. So when Talia meets doctoral student Sean Poole, she can’t figure out why she wants him to control her. Why she wants him to boss her around. Why she wants him to hurt her. Talia learns the hard way that not all control is created equal, and sometimes submitting is the most empowering thing in the world.
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I stared at the bowl of salsa in front of me, because I had no idea what to do with my eyes. The chair creaked under Pooley’s weight, and I felt it when he turned his attention on me.
And here I was, in ripped-up jeans and a sloppy bun, held together with bobby pins and prayer, because of course I was.
He extended his arms, reseating the fall of his shirt.
He said, “I don’t think we’ve met before.”
He started rolling up his sleeves. Tattoos, black lines and bright splashes of paint, in a slow revelation of skin.
My mouth was dry. Like the freaking Gobi. I said, “No, I don’t think so.”
He paused his forearm striptease to extend his hand. “I’m Sean Poole.”
I made myself look at him. Blue eyes. Of course. But dark, like the last gasp of twilight. I shook his hand, but it didn’t quite fit in mine. His index finger lay against my wrist, resting against my pulse.
I wanted to crawl out of my skin. I wanted to crawl into his lap.
And I really, really wanted that beer. “Talia Benson.”
One corner of his mouth crept up, and he took his hand away, returning his attention to his sleeves. My eyes followed, like a good little girl. “Nice to meet you, Talia. How’d you get suckered into hanging out with this bunch of degenerates?”
“Uh,” I said. “I’m in, um…” Those arms, Christ. I forced myself to look at his face. Not any better.
“She’s in my zooarch class,” Rennicks supplied.
I winced. Stupid Sean with his stupid forearms and his stupid eyes making it impossible for me to even carry on a conversation.
But he didn’t even look over at Rennicks. He just repeated, “Zooarch,” kind of thoughtfully. Was I being quizzed? Judged? Mocked? The whole conversation made me feel like I needed to justify my class choices to him, this guy I didn’t even know.
The hell with that. Embarrassment hardened into rebellion. I gathered the tatters of my dignity and said, “Yeah. Zooarch.”
He looked over at me without lifting his head. I looked away like I had been caught doing something naughty, my gaze jerking around the room like a mosquito stuck in a spiderweb. I looked at the windows, the bathroom sign, the kitchen pass-through. Anywhere but those eyes. He said, “Anthropology major?”
“Accounting,” I said.
“No wonder I haven’t seen you around.” I made the mistake of looking at him again. He was grinning. “I’d have remembered you.”
I blushed and looked away. Then I blushed harder, because it takes a lot to make me blush. It takes a lot to unnerve me, in general, yet there he was, effortlessly unnerving the shit out of me.
I liked it.
He finished rolling up his sleeves and said, to the table, “Y’all ordered yet?”
“Drinks,” Hunter said. “We were waiting for you to grace us with your presence.”
“Well,” Sean said, leaning back and lacing his fingers behind his head, “here I am.”
About Sara Taylor Woods:
Sara Taylor Woods writes sophisticated erotic romance and dark urban fantasy. Her stories have been included in romance, erotica, and horror anthologies. When she’s not writing, she’s wrangling her two bouncing dogs, mainlining coffee, or working out. She lives in South Carolina with her husband. She’s represented by Lana Popović of Chalberg & Sussman.