Black Opals, Book 1
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They exist only in shadow. An elite team of deadly operatives created to satisfy increasing international
threats. Their world is the dark underground, where sin and pleasure dominate and lies are second nature.
To those who cross them, they are professional killers. Within the CIA, they are the rare Black Opals...

Stripped -- Tori. St. Claire

Berkley HEAT
ISBN: 978-0425246771
Release Date: January 3, 2012

"There is an immediate feeling of 'better than your everyday romance', and when you dig in you know St Claire is articulate, creative, and seemingly accomplished far beyond her experience."
~ Seductive Musings
"Highly addictive, Stripped is hands-down a must read for romantic suspense and erotic romance fans this year!"
~ Reading Between the Wines
"Tori St. Claire creates sexual awareness that is off the scale. From a smoldering look to a stirring touch to uninhibited responses, Brandon and Natalya demonstrate their desire for the other in numerous ways."
~ Sensual Reads
"I am so happy to say that it was one of those books I just couldn't put down...The chemistry between the two characters is electrifying."
~ Bitten by Paranormal Romance
"Tori St. Clair�s Stripped gives us an outstanding book filled with mystery, deceit, and hot action both on the floor and in the bed..."
~ Affair de Coeur
"A well-done, erotic, suspenseful book, and I�m so happy to hear there will be another Black Opals story next summer."
~ Smexy Books
"Stripped is not only a suspenseful story, but it's a very erotic one as well. The chemistry and sexual tension between Brandon and Natalya are so intense."
~ USA Today Books, Happily Ever After
"For fans of romantic suspense, this is a must read. Natalya and Brandon will have you fanning yourself during some of their scenes together, but those scenes are at first full of desire that lead into a lot of emotion for the couple."
~ Happily Ever After Reviews
"This book is a scorchingly hot romantic suspense!! This was my first book by this author and it left me wanting more!"
~ Under the Covers
"Stripped is a brilliantly written book that is full of twists and turns and keeps you guessing right until the very end."
"The attraction between Brandon and Natalya is hot, hard, and steamy, with neither one being able to deny what they feel for one another."
~ Nightowl Romance Reviews


The combined effect of heat beneath her hands, restless agitation in her veins, and the languid caress of his tongue pushed her into sensory overload. Too much at once. Not enough. Oh, Lord, she needed to breathe.

Natalya tore her mouth away and turned her face aside, gasping for air. His equally hard breath stirred her hair. He brought his hand to the crown of her head and guided her cheek to his shoulder. For several moments they stood unmoving, the only sound, their jagged breathing.

Brandon broke the silence first. “You know where we’re going, Natalya.” His hand skimmed around her ribs to fit between their bodies and cover her breast. Her lips parted on a silent gasp as he flicked his thumb over her aroused nipple. “You know how this ends, and you want it too.”

Yes, she did, and she couldn’t remember a time when she’d wanted a man the way she wanted Brandon Moretti. But the easy way he reduced her to warmed honey unnerved her more than the fierce desire that clamped her womb into a knot. She didn’t know how to just surrender to pleasure, to yield the control, and Brandon wrested that control out of her hands effortlessly.


She couldn’t allow that to happen. Couldn’t lose herself that far.

She stepped back, intending to extract herself from the magic of his fingers and escape. When she could discipline her body and mind, she could entertain Brandon’s suggestion. “Yes, but—”

He followed her retreat, forbidding her to flee as he cupped her other breast in his free hand. His fingers gently worked the soft flesh, his gaze never breaking from hers. The burn in that tawny stare sent rivulets of excitement thrumming through her blood. He knew what he wanted, and damned if she was going to stop him.

Brandon took a puckered nipple between his thumb and forefinger and squeezed. Natalya felt the pinch all the way through her womb, and her pussy contracted with need. Her thong was damp, the ache between her legs crying out for the stroke of his hands, the intrusion of his cock.

“But?” His voice was husky against the backdrop of reverberating bass. “But what?” He released her breasts to slide one large palm down her side, over the curve of her hip, and along her thigh. Gathering her skirt in his fingers, he exposed her bare leg at the same time he popped the solitary button of her dark green suit jacket. His gaze seared through the red lace that covered her breasts, warming her skin.

“I don’t—I mean, I’m—”

“Wet,” he murmured as his fingers crept beneath the curve of her bottom and slipped between her legs. He ran a solitary knuckle over the damp scrap of cloth that covered her pussy. “So very wet.”

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