Genres: Contemporary, Erotic Romance, Novella
Published by Avon Red on February 18th 2014
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Henley, the head of cyber security at Blaine Technologies, is a man no one crosses. He watches employees constantly, using his network of cameras, and enforces his rules by any means possible. Rumors of his violent past, along with his scarred hands and huge size, have resulted in his being feared by everyone … almost everyone.
Katalina, the new intern, worries about the revelation of her most painful secret much more than she fears her sexy boss's wrath. She sees the loneliness in his dark eyes, feels the gentleness in his marred fingers, tastes the need in his kisses … and she knows he watches her. His silly rules about not stripping for the cameras and no sex at the office are destined to be broken.
Kat likes to be watched. Henley can't look away. Will this beauty be able to tame her beastly boss?
This was my first introduction to Cynthia Sax and I’m guessing it will not be my last. This is one erotically hot book that does not disappoint on pushing boundaries while developing a relationship that is perfect for the hero and heroine.
Kat is instantly drawn to Henley when they run into each other at a coffee shop. When she finds herself with him later she pushes all his buttons and shows him exactly how much she wants him. Kat is truly an exhibitionist and Henley loves to watch, but the secrets these two have could draw them closer or push them farther apart.
The sparks between these characters all but leaped off the pages of my e-reader. I fell in love with Henley on the spot; how could I not fall for a huge, scarred, protective giant that only wants to care for everyone? Kat was more of a challenge for me, as her character is probably the furthest thing from what I am. Throughout the book I found myself struggling with her increasing need to exhibit herself to the world and her obsession for Henley. At times I felt she was too needy and insecure and I squirmed in a different way then I did during the sex scenes. I was constantly screaming “boundaries Kat, boundaires” and wondering how many ways and times Kat could display herself to the entire security team that Henley supervised. I had to admire her single mindedness and confidence; I just don’t know if I could relate. Although I struggled with Kat, I was pleased to learn of her family struggle and could only imagine how that affected her and was perhaps the cause of her deep need to be displayed and loved.
Overall, Flashes of Me is a short, steamy, sexy story that manages all the elements of a well written story: suspense, secrets, and romance, while including super hot scenes that will have you seeking out your favorite honey. A great introduction to Cynthia Sax’s work for those of us that are not familiar with her.
“I think we’re on the quiet floor,” I observe. No one else is talking.
Camille’s walk is defiant. “We’ll change that.” She pauses in front of the stairwell. “Stairs?”
“Ummm . . .” I thought the human resources lady said something about the stairwells being for emergency use only, but I hadn’t been paying close attention to her monotonous spiel. I was too worried about not being chosen. “Sure.”
We clomp down the stairs, our heels ringing against the concrete. The supremely clean and brightly lit stairwell smells of stinky socks, the stale air making me dizzy. Camille appears unaffected by the stench. As we descend, she sings happily, her song choices being a collection of increasingly vulgar hip-hop songs.
We reach the second floor and Camille tugs on the door. It doesn’t open. She scans her passcard over a small black security box. The light remains red. “S**t on a stick.” She scans it again. Nothing happens. “Unbelievable,” she fumes.
“Let me try.” I wave my passcard over the sensor. The light remains red and Camille curses. Her vocabulary makes me blush and, as I’m a native New Yorker, that’s an impressive feat for her to accomplish. “We’ll try the ground floor,” I suggest.
We trudge down to the ground floor. This door is locked also. Camille tries her passcard. It doesn’t work, prompting another stream of colorful language from my new friend. I try my passcard. It’s as useless as Camille’s.
“We’re stuck.” I state the obvious, slapping the metal door, ignoring Camille’s ranting. “Do you have a phone?”
“Do I look like I have a phone?” Camille pivots in a circle, her arms outstretched. “Besides we’re in freakin’ Fort Knox.” She pats one of the walls. “These babies must be shielded to hell and back.”
“The doors are thick also.” I slap the metal door again, my palm stinging with the impact. “Hey.” I gaze upward. “They have cameras.” I point at the black lens positioned above us. “Security must be monitoring the stairwells.” I wave my arms at the camera. “They’ll send help.”
“If they’re real cameras, they’ll send help,” Camille scoffs. “Didn’t you hear about that girl in Westwood? She was trapped in a stairwell for four whole days. That stairwell had cameras too: fake cameras, installed to discourage thieves. She ate her fingernails down to bloody nubs.”
“Four days,” I repeat, staring up at the camera. It looks real, but I guess that’s the point. Fake-looking cameras wouldn’t fool thieves. “We could pull the fire alarm.”
“If we do that, we’ll get ourselves fired.” Camille shakes her head. “They’ll evacuate the building and we’ll look like dumb a****. Oh.” Her face becomes animated. “I could pick the lock.”
I stare at her. “Can you do that?”
“I’ve picked locks before.” She beams, acting as though this is a skill to be admired. “Let me have a look.” Camille shoves me out of the way. She examines the door, rattling the handle and poking her fingernail into the lock. “Do you have a piece of wire?”
The only piece of wire I have is attached to my bra. “Wait a second.” I unbutton my blazer for the second time today, unhook my bra, and pull it through the armholes. Jiggling the underwire, I try to poke it through the fabric. “I need scissors.”
“If we had scissors, I could jimmy the door open.” Camille eyes the lock. “And our problems would be solved.”
“You scare me.” I bite my bra, tearing the lace, and slide the wire out of the cup. “Here’s your pick, as I believe you criminals call it.”
“A few minor misdemeanors does not make one a criminal,” Camille mutters, taking the wire from me.
“Actually, I believe it does.” I sit down on the steps, the concrete cool under my ass.
“I freed information.” Camille straightens the wire and inserts the end into the lock. “This is America. Freeing information shouldn’t be a misdemeanor.”
“Sure, sure, tell it to the judge.” I watch her work, hoping to learn something.
Minutes pass. I don’t know anything about picking locks, but I do know how to read people and Camille is struggling with her assigned task, her curses growing louder and more colorful.
“Are you sure you’ve done this before?” I lean back on the stairs, spinning my bra around the tip of my right index finger. This is much more interesting than shredding paper.
“I’m not deliberately screwing the pooch,” Camille snaps. “This is a high-end lock.”
“Thank you,” a deep voice drawls, the low tones originating from behind me. “We try our best.”
I shriek, jump to my feet, and turn, dropping my bra. The behemoth from the park catches the lavender lace before it touches the floor, twisting the flimsy garment in his tanned fingers. Lightning flashes in his dark eyes. His square chin juts.
He’s big and sexy and impossible to resist so I don’t even try. I fling myself against his massive body, wrap my arms around his waist, and bury my face in his black cotton shirt. “You’re here. You somehow knew we needed help and you came to our rescue.” He’s warm, his body heat engulfing me, and he smells good, his lemon-and-cedar cologne filling my nostrils.
My mystery man stiffens, not moving for three agonizing heartbeats, and then he stuffs my bra into the front right pocket of his pants and hooks his arms around me. “I’ve got you, kitten,” he says softly, the words rolling up his chest, his body hard, not an ounce of give on his big physique. “You’re safe.” He rubs my back, his stroking reviving the passion I thought sated.
“You knew where to find me.” I snuggle deeper into his enormous form. “It’s as though we’re connected.” My parents have this same connection and their relationship lasted. Will our relationship last also? I tilt my head back and meet my stranger’s gaze. His eyes are the darkest brown, almost black. “How did you know where I was? Did you feel it in your heart?” I place one of my palms over that area on his chest.
“No.” His lips flatten. “I saw you on the security cameras.”