Clare Mcclane: 5 books

Rob’s dark head was bowed, shaggy hair falling forward over his face, as he shifted from side to side, clearly fighting the urge to look. The muscles of his thighs twitched, and Sam felt a sudden stirring of pity as he saw just how tightly wound he was. He nudged Alex. “Come here,” Alex...

They gazed at each other. Sweat glittered in the fine golden hairs above John's upper lip. His eyes shone steel blue. Alexei pushed himself off the door-frame. Let his hands drop to his sides, stalked forward, letting his mouth curl in an inviting smile, his eyelids drop. It was not so far...

Michael touches the small of her back, guiding her toward the dance floor, and something hot and fierce as a nuclear plume rises in Will’s gut. He slouches in the corner of the ballroom, swirling his champagne in the glass, and watches and waits as they disappear into the tangle of bodies...

Steve looks back down into the box, grabs several lengths of white rope, letting one run through his hand thoughtfully, the fibers tickling his palm. But Adam’s in a rare mood; rope won’t be enough. He sticks his hand back in, comes back up with a blindfold, and gathers everything to his chest,...

"Look at me," says the emperor, and Ciaran does. His heartbeat flutters. There is naked hunger in those silver eyes, and sweat glinting in the fine hair of his temples, darkening his hairline to bronze. The emperor knows that Ciaran sees his need, and the curl of his smile prickles at Ciaran's skin.