Sydney St.
Claire is the pseudonym of Susan Edwards, author of 14 Historical Native
American/Western/Paranormal romances and the author of the popular “White”
Series.

Sydney’s
office is quite crowded with three dogs at her feet and five cats to keep her
company while she writes. Three cats always insist on beds on her desk, barely
leaving enough room for her monitor and keyboard. Life gets fun when all five
insist on supervising…
When not
writing, she enjoys crafts of all sorts including quilting, sewing,
cross-stitch and knitting. She and her husband of 30 + years are avid
gardeners. He takes care of the veggies, and Susan is in charge of the
‘pretties’. Her medicine wheel garden is in a contact state of war: flowers vs.
weeds. Sadly, right now the weeds are wining…
While
writing, she listens to a wide variety of music. Her current favorites are
Blackmore’s Night and David Lanz.
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Blurb:
Wealthy computer
genius Graham Winters is in love with a woman who won’t join him for a stingy
cup of coffee. How can he prove he’s nothing like her jerk of an ex if she
won’t give him a chance? Then he spots her at a BDSM club and devises a plan.
During the day, he’s “that damn geek.” At night, he’s the masked Dom known as
The Wolf.

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Excerpt:
“Red Riding
Hood. Your wolf awaits.”
Lucy stepped
forward as did her wolf. He pointed to the ground. Lucy knelt, assuming a
submissive posture. Her Dom circled her several times, then stopped in front of
her.
He snapped
his fingers. “Follow me. The woods await.”
His deep, husky
voice with just a hint of an accent vibrated through her, warming her belly and
heating her core. It amazed her that his voice alone made her throb. She stood,
keeping her head bent, her gaze to the ground. When he whipped around to lead
the way, she almost stumbled. Not only was his crotch cut out but so was the
seat of his pants.
She stared at
the G-string. The black set off his nicely tanned buttocks and was more
temptation than she could resist. As soon as they exited through a side door
into the garden, she cupped his cheeks, finding the flesh warm and firm. The
man most definitely worked out.
He stopped
suddenly, eyes narrowed to slits behind his mask. “Did I give you permission to
touch?”
Head bowed
meekly, Lucy licked her lips. “No, Sir. I’m sorry, Sir. I couldn’t resist.
Guess you’ll have to punish me. Sir.”
“Ah, my
lovely little sub wants to be punished?”
Lucy
shivered. “Oh, yes, Sir. I need to be punished.”
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