Possessed by a Stranger

Warning, alpha male and strong woman

Approx. 75,587 words

When you claim your freedom sometimes it can lead to an adventure beyond your wildest imagination...

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Hannah Greer, resigned in the knowledge passionate love was an elusive bitch, created by dreamers to torture hearts. She had found solace in the love she felt for a friend. Sure, love existed, just not the kind that replaced your breath or flowed heatedly through your veins, at least not for her.

In one topsy-turvy day of seemingly unrelated events, time ran out on the mundane life Hannah, accepted as her future. After completing a lifelong quest, she rushed to share her joyous news with her fiancé. Tick... Faced with a shocking betrayal, she was released from the commitment of a passionless engagement . Tock... Embracing her newfound freedom, she was knocked senseless by a chance meeting of a handsome stranger . Tick tock...** The clock began on Hannah's new life.

Garret Presley owned her the moment her eyes met his. She willingly fell into his arms for one night of total abandonment. Fate intervened. Their families conjoined pasts brought them together. Now, it was up to them to write a new story of love, mystery and intrigue.

EXCERPT:**   He strolled to the side of the pillow-laden king sized bed with an air of confidence. His suit jacket slipped off his broad shoulders. He tossed the jacket on an upholstered chair. She nervously ran her finger over her lips. Her eyes rolled toward the door, then the huge bed before resting back on him. His eyes remained on her, still standing at the door, as he unbuttoned the sleeves of his shirt, pulled the shirttail out of his pants and started on the buttons down the front.

"I'm not a patient man. I suggest you follow suit unless you want that dress ripped off. If you do I have no problem obliging." There was a tease in his voice and seriousness in his gaze. His shirt joined the jacket with a toss of his hand. The muscles in his rock hard, well-defined chest flexed from the casual action, weakening her knees. She clenched her chest. She trembled under the weight of his sturdy grip.lips afraid her mouth had dropped open. Her courage faltered with the realization she wasn't just an observer but an active participant. He kicked off his shoes and unbuckled his belt. She slipped out of her sandals, pulled her purse strap over her head, dropping her purse to join her sandals. She walked to the other side of the bed, while she unbuttoned her dress. After all, she needed to wear something out of the hotel when she left.

With her back to him, she slipped her dress straps over her shoulders. The cotton fabric titillated her skin tickling over her before it crumbled to the floor. With only a thong separating her from total nudity, she crossed her arms over her breast, turning to face her sexy stranger. His hand reached to her right shoulder, coaxing her to face him from his shocking new location, on her side of the bed. Her breath retreated sharply into her

"I'm a visual person. I like to admire beautiful things and see their reaction to what I'm doing to them. I plan on doing a hell of lot of things to you." That must have been his way of saying the lights stayed on. After seeing him stark naked she wanted them on. Any trepidation of him seeing her intimate exposure vanished as the sight of his manliness filled her mind. He was the vision that would forever be imprinted in her memory listed under perfection. The ripples of his muscular body, the tuft of hair on his chest that pointed an arrow to his engorged column, the Special Forces tattoo on his upper arm, all combined to consume her with a heedless need.