Is 'Hold You To That' A Common Phrase In Books?

Wealthy art dealer Damien Kennedy has successfully avoided two things: returning to the hometown that haunts him and taking a wife. Now thanks to his controlling grandfather’s machinations, he’s reluctantly ended up doing both. But Regina Duquesne quickly proves she’s no mere platonic bride of convenience. The only way she can make this marriage outlive their one-year agreement is if she can make her sexy husband open his heart and forget the demons of the past... before it’s too late. Because there’s an enemy on the horizon, threatening to take away all they hold dear, including their newfound passion.

Ruby has survived hunger, loneliness, and a world that never gave her a chance, but nothing could have prepared her for Kelvin Blackwood. A billionaire bound by a cruel inheritance clause, Kelvin offers her safety, shelter and a contract marriage with one condition..bear his child, or he loses everything to his ruthless brother, Dante. But when Dante, Kelvin’s dangerous and cunning brother, begins to manipulate their lives, Ruby discovers a shocking truth…she is carrying not one, but two embryos, one Kelvin’s, and one unknown. In a world where trust is a luxury and passion can become a weapon. Survival and love comes at a price neither of them are willing to pay. Tethered to You is a dark, suspenseful billionaire romance where possession, love, passion, and danger collide.

*You want me to fuck you, i know you do* PRETEND YOU MINE. "I'm not your girl, Ethan." I snapped instantly. "You were during that kiss, Brynne." Eyes flickering, he read me, and then he inhaled. I was a damp mess between my legs, and I wondered if he could smell me. "You smell so good... and fucking sexy." Sweet Jesus! His thumb rubbed over my collarbone where his hand still rested on my neck. And I did absolutely nothing to stop him. I was enjoying the view too much. I'd tousled his hair from the mauling with my hands. He still looked gorgeous and probably did even when he crawled out of bed in the mornings. Bed. Was there a bed in our immediate future? It would take next to nothing on my part to get this man into bed. I didn't have to be a genius to know he wanted sex. The real question here was did I want it? "Ethan." I pushed against the wall of steel that was his body and got nowhere. "Why are you doing this? Why are you acting this way to me?" "Don't know. I can't stay away and I'm not acting. I tried to leave you alone but I can't do it." He feathered his other hand over my hair and down until it was resting on the other side of my neck. "I don't want to stay away from you." He rubbed slow erotic circles with his thumbs meeting at the middle of my throat. "You want me too, Brynne, I know you do."

My ex-girlfriend destroyed my entire life on a Tuesday morning. By Tuesday night, I was standing in the rain, saving a stranger from dying on a bridge. That stranger turned out to be her uncle. The most powerful, most dangerous, most cursed man I had ever met. Cursed to die before his fortieth birthday. Just like every other man before him in his bloodline. And somehow... I'm the ONLY person alive who can stop that from happening. There's just one tiny problem— When I tried to save him, I accidentally took his only bottle of longevity serum— The one thing he desperately needs. This man now swears he'll find me. He has no idea that I'm NEVER giving it back. Now, he wants me to sign a seven-day contract, move into his house, sleep in his bed... ...and prove to him that I'm completely straight. Seven days. One bed. One dangerously possessive man. But I just have one problem— I don't think I am straight. *** What happens when the devil himself decides he wants you? You stop running. And you start praying he's gentle. He's not—

I disappeared in the year Sebastian Ferraro loved me most. For thirteen years, he never got an explanation. And for thirteen years, I punished myself by never watching his games, never saying his name, and never thinking about the promise we made in that old hockey rink. Until I returned to this city and saw a faded poster outside the abandoned arena. Sebastian was only seventeen in the photo. He stood at the center of the ice, bright-eyed and fearless, with one sentence printed beneath him: Wait for me past the blue line. That was his promise to me. And I had missed it for thirteen years. Later, I collapsed inside his arena. When I woke up, the boy I had once failed was standing beside my hospital bed. Only he was no longer a boy. He was a professional hockey star. The heir to the Ferraro crime family. And a man whose fiancée was about to marry him. I wanted to tell him why I had left all those years ago. But he looked at me and said coldly, “The past is over. Don’t cause any misunderstandings.” That was when I finally understood. I no longer had the right to disturb his life. So I smiled, swallowed every truth I had kept buried, and booked a flight to New Zealand. I thought leaving was the last thing I could do for him. Until that plane disappeared from radar. The news spread through the whole city. Everyone said Sebastian Ferraro lost control at the airport. He went through the passenger list again and again, screaming my name like a man who had already lost everything.

Robin leaned close to my ears and whispered the words that only made me stiff and froze my heart. He leans back but while doing so, his lips brushed against mine and a smile escaped his lips, he left my chin and walked away whistling to himself. I just couldn’t move, the touch of his lips that were on mine yet again clouded my mind and the words he whispered in my ears just kept on resounding as silence filled the air where I stood, only the words he had just said arrogantly, yet sweetly, played on in my head. You belong to me and no one else!