What do you get when you cross yoga with erotic romance, throw in some mystery and thrills, and set it in a reclusive billionaire’s mansion?
Oh yes.
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She’s going to have to stretch like she’s never stretched before in order to get out of this hot mess.
Jamie Davis dreams of devoting herself to yoga full-time, but has to work two jobs to pay the bills. She jumps at the chance to teach lessons at Twisted Fork Ranch, lavish home of reclusive tech billionaire Marcus Paul.
When she arrives, Mr. Paul’s assistant, Peter Fletcher, informs her that the first class will be a one-on-one affair. Peter is to report back to his boss with his impressions, so Jamie’s determined to put on her best class ever. Sparks fly in the studio and both Peter and Jamie are feeling the burn, but their hot session ends in flames when guards come knocking.
Peter’s not everything he’s made himself out to be, however, and soon he and Jamie are on the lam in Twisted Fork. With Dobermans on their trail, they try out some exotic new positions that Jamie never learned in yoga school.
The clock’s ticking, though, and even the most fabulously grueling workout has to come to an end. Jamie just hopes that their cool-down doesn’t involve time behind bars…
An excerpt from Bent out of Shape ~
“Where is everyone?” she asked as she stepped inside. “Is the class cancelled?” Polished hardwood floors stretched in front of a mirrored wall, with a Stairmaster, treadmill, and weight machines off to one side and a hallway that led to the rear of the building. The room was clean, modern and utterly empty.
“Mr Paul wanted me to take the first lesson solo. He asked me to report back to him with my experience before we called in more members of the staff. Hope you don’t mind. Mr Paul is a thorough and cautious employer.” He shrugged and Jamie detected the tiniest bit of an eye roll.
“Sure, no problem. I’d be happy to conduct a one-on-one lesson with you, Peter.” Jamie unfurled her exercise mat a few feet away from his, then turned on her music and stood with her back to the mirror. “Let’s start with some standing stretches and seated stretches, and then we’ll move on to sun salutations, surya namaskar A and surya namaskar B. Just follow me.” She stood with her feet at shoulder distance apart and inhaled deeply. “Ground down through the four corners of your feet,” she instructed. “Now straighten. Reach up through the crown of your head, hollow out your stomach, and draw your belly button to your spine.”
He was eager, limber, and so damn sexy that Jamie wanted to pounce on him and gobble him up. When he faced her in the warrior pose, his pectorals flexed, she had to look away for fear that he could see her lascivious thoughts written right on her face. Completely inappropriate for a yoga teacher, she admonished herself. And when he shifted into the seated angle pose, with legs splayed, she thought she’d pass out before she could complete the class—which was crazy, really, because she wasn’t some kind of sex-crazed yoga bunny like some of her students. Jamie was mature, grounded, and totally in lust with the man spread-eagled in front of her.
“That’s good,” she encouraged. “You’re getting a good stretch in. Try to enjoy it, take it slow and relish it. It might be hard now, but…um…” A boner the size of a Mack truck tented the front of his shorts. Jamie looked away, her cheeks aflame.
He cleared his throat and looked down at his lap. “Uh, yeah, sorry about that. We can stop if you want to,” he chuckled. “It’s just, you know, distracting to be this close—“
“It’s okay. This happens often in group classes and it’s not a big deal. Yoga is all about being comfortable with your body. And, yeah, I know it’s hard.” She chuckled uncomfortably. “I mean difficult.”
“No, you meant hard,” he said. “And yes, it is.” He copied Jamie’s moves as she stood and lifted her hands overhead. His erection jutted out and pointed straight at her crotch. “But I can put up with it if you can.”
I wanna do a lot more than just put up with it, Jamie thought, but I’ve got a job to do, dammit.
Bebe Balocca 
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