Archive | May 30, 2013

New Release By CC MacKenzie

Coco Monroe narrowly escaped with her life after being attacked by a stalker.

Six months later, Coco’s decided to take control of her future from her over-protective father. She’s convinced herself to devote her time and energy to a secret project, running the charitable trust for victims of domestic violence, First Step.

However, helping a woman and her baby flee from her powerful husband once again brings danger to Coco’s door.

Rafael Cavendish, head of security for Monroe Industries, regards Coco as nothing more than a magnet for trouble. When he receives a 

tip-off that Coco’s in danger, he’s determined to take her to safety, whether she likes it or not.

But Rafael soon finds uncovering the truth about Coco is unsettling, exciting and dangerous to his heart.

A truth that will change their lives for ever.

The Trouble With Coco Monroe is a fun, page turning, sexy read that also asks questions about trust and relying on others





Stunned by his brutal arousal, Rafe watched her face.

A tiny tremble of her bottom lip, full and pouty, attracted his attention.

Her breathing was shallow and too fast.

He bent his head towards her mouth.

The light floral perfume she wore mingled with a scent that was pure Coco. It spun around him, wonderful and hot.

Heat pulsed from the frantic beat under her ear.

He tried again to see through those damn bangs to her eyes.

A quick flick of a pink tongue on her top lip gave his cock a sharp jolt.

Body held utterly still, she studied his face.

Rafe laid the palm of his hand on her cheek.

God, her skin was so soft and smooth.

And all the time she watched him.

Not once did he ask himself what the hell he was doing.

Not once did he wonder what might the consequences of his actions be?

It didn’t matter.

Because he simply couldn’t stop himself.

The look in those wide violet eyes, wary, needy, did something to him.

His eyes never left hers as his head dipped and his mouth met hers.

He kept the kiss soft on her tremulous mouth as he enjoyed the warm, sweet flavour of her and slowly and gently pulled her closer, body to body.

Her hand lay flat on his chest, then it slid up to his shoulder, around the back of his neck, and those beautiful eyes went hazy.

The way she was trembling in his arms warned him to take it nice and easy.

She tasted fucking amazing.

His tongue traced her bottom lip, slid into her warm mouth and did the dance of love with hers.


For a first kiss it was incredible.

Her mouth was so exquisitely soft and adorably hesitant, lips that quivered under his in anticipation.

God knew he wanted her.

And he might not like having it thrust down his throat by gossip columnists, but he knew sex was nothing new to Coco.

But the way she kissed him, so intimately, so passionate in her response to him disguised nothing. She was kissing him as if she was pouring her heart, her soul into the act. Her physical need of him obvious by the way her breath shivered in and out of her lungs, by the way her pelvis tilted, pressing and rubbing her mound against his rock hard shaft.


Her fingers dug into his neck as she clung to him.

Then she sucked his tongue between her lips.

The long, low moan from her throat went straight to a titanic erection that was fast getting out of control.

Testing, his knuckles gently caressed the tip of her breast through the silk of 

her dress.

Her nipple went so tight so fast it had her gasping into his mouth.

Christ, she was so terribly responsive to him.

He did it again and she whimpered.

Sliding a hand under her skirt he lifted the expensive fabric, pressed his leg between hers and pulled her tight silk clad bottom into him.

And she rode his thigh in a way that rubbed his aching cock against the friction of her silk dress.

God, her moans were killing him.

One hand gripped the back of her neck to keep her still while he devoured her warm and willing mouth.

His other hand slid over her silk clad bottom then under the elastic to find her.



This was wrong.

Coco knew it but simply couldn’t stop herself. One part of her brain was screaming, begging to know what the hell she was doing? Was she crazy? The other part simply gave in. His mouth devoured her. She’d been kissed before, 

too many times to count, but she’d never been kissed like this. He used his tongue like a weapon of pleasure. And she had no trouble imagining what that tongue would do to her secret places. The mere thought made her moan out loud and push her pelvis into his searching fingers as they slid into her wetness and she spread her legs wider surrendering herself completely to his clever caress. Oh, yes! Her clitoris swelled, rising erotically out of it’s silky sheath to meet him. How many times had she wondered, dreamed, what it would be like to have his clever hands touch her like this?


Tearing his mouth away, Rafe’s forehead rested on hers and he took a shuddering inhale.

‘Brazilian. Very nice. Very soft. Very hot,’ he muttered.

The way her breath was sawing in and out of her throat, the way her whole body shuddered with pleasure, had him close his eyes tight. With great care he slid his fingers through her tender flesh to find the tiny jewel of delight.

‘Look at me,’ he whispered. ‘Look at me when I touch you here.’ She did. And his fingertip skimmed over her delicate sex, so moist for him, and her eyes went wide. Her breath shivered in her throat. ‘You’re trembling. I need you to.’ Her brow creased as a low moan escaped. ‘I need you to come in my hand.’

‘Oh, God.’

‘I need you to take nice deep breaths, baby. That’s it. Jesus, you’re so wet.’

Her heart was pounding.

He could feel it beating in her clitoris against his thumb.

‘Rafe…’ His name was a plea for more even as her mouth went wide in the shape of an O.

And all the time his thumb slid rhythmically round and round as her clitoris swelled, went too hard and all the while he watched her.

He’d never seen anything so hot in his life as Coco crying out loud and coming apart in his arms.

‘Shh, deep breaths in and out. In and out. There you go.’

Her sensitive flesh was so smooth so soft and so terribly, terribly slick, for him.

And all the time he knew she was close, so very close, to losing it.

His thumb flicked the swollen cherry of her clitoris as one long finger entered her then another.

The stunned cry of her orgasm, the way her whole body went rigid in his arms, had his breath shudder into her mouth.

Jesus, he’d nearly come in his pants like some out of control pubescent boy.

Never had a woman shattered in his arms like this.

His need for her was a wild and wicked thing, as it burned low in his belly, clawing his loins.

At last common sense demanded to know what the hell he was doing?

Today was not the time or the place for this.

She was too delicate, too fragile under his hands.

When he took Coco, and by God he would have her, she wouldn’t be humping his leg. And he wouldn’t be behaving like a randy teenager with no control, no finesse.


By the time he eased back, she was shivering.

He stared into eyes dazed and dark with arousal and knew the feeling.

That didn’t mean he had to like it.

‘Well, well, well,’ he said in a soft voice. ‘Who’s got a little trigger happy girl boner?’

The flash in those violet eyes was the only warning he received and it coincided with the crack of her hand on his cheek.

Since she had the muscle tone of a tealeaf it didn’t hurt.

He could tell by the too wide eyes, the jerky inhale of breath, that she’d shocked herself.

And that was Coco all over.

No restraint.

All temper and tantrums.

Her hand fisted.

He gripped her slim wrist and he could feel the too hectic pulse under his fingers.

‘Lift your hand to me again I’ll have you over my knee and give you the thorough spanking you deserve.’

Heat flashed into her cheeks, and then slid away leaving her bone white.

She tried to jerk free but he held her delicate wrist tight, just in case.

But then that mouth went mutinous and her chin jerked up.

Little cat.

His lips were still glistening wet from hers.

Then he sucked his bottom lip into his mouth, as if tasting her. A move so erotic it made her sex clench, and Coco knew she’d never been kissed like that, touched like that, before.

And the liquidly empty ache in her womb was a wild and wicked thing. A need that made her clench her jaw.

‘We,’ she said in a tone that would melt solid steel. ‘Are not having sex.


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