Tie Me Up

By Lauren Hawkeye

Barbara always thought of Ethan as her little brother's annoying best friend, and she was sure he just considered her his friend's nerdy big sister. Until the hot night after her brother's wedding. Alone in the heat, it's clear Ethan sees her in a way she never saw herself: as a sexy, sensual woman. And for the first time, Barbara feels ready to break free from the painful memories that have haunted her for too long–by exploring her passion for Ethan.

• Language: English
• Publisher: HarperCollins Publishers Australia
• Release date: Nov 1, 2011
• ISBN: 9781460801482

Lauren Hawkeye

Lauren Hawkeye is a writer, yoga newbie, knitting aficionado and animal lover who lives in the shadows of the great Rocky Mountains of Alberta, Canada. She's older than she looks–really–and younger than she feels–most of the time–and she loves to explore the journeys that take women through life in her stories. Hawkeye's stories include erotic historical, steamy paranormal, and hot contemporary.

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Tie Me Up

Lauren Hawkeye

Barbara always thought of Ethan as her little brother’s annoying best friend, and she was sure he just considered her his friend’s nerdy big sister. Until the hot night after her brother’s wedding. Alone in the heat, it’s clear Ethan sees her in a way she never saw herself: as a sexy, sensual woman. And for the first time, Barbara feels ready to break free from the painful memories that have haunted her for too long—by exploring her passion for Ethan….

Book two of Lauren Hawkeye’s Erotic Me series.

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I couldn’t sleep.

The room I’d been allotted as living quarters for the night was little more than a dry, dark hole. Had there been a window for light to shine through, I was certain that I would have seen dust motes dancing lightly in the air, because though I couldn’t see them, I certainly felt them as they sock-hopped their way into my lungs with every breath that I took.

Why was I here?

My little brother had gotten married, that was why. And while the woman who had now been pronounced Nick’s wife was a lovely lady, I’d be first in line to back up the claim that her parents were pushy people. They’d insisted that I not waste money on accommodations, that I stay with their daughter Evie instead. Though I’d had it in my head to say no—in fact I was sure that I’d done just that, several times—here I was, at Evie’s.

Which might have been okay, except that her parents had apparently offered her little ground-floor apartment to numerous other relatives as well, and since I wasn’t ancient, like Grandpa Jim, or cantankerous, like Aunt Mary, I got the closet.

Squeezing my eyes shut as tightly as they would go, I tried to envision myself back home in my lovely