TEMPTING MR. PERFECT by Rebecca Rose (September 2, 2014; Forever Yours E-Book)
Sometimes it feels good to be bad . . .
Dave
Sanders is making up for a lifetime of sin. After leaving his reckless
past behind, he now runs a respectable bar and grill. But keeping his
wild side in check becomes nearly impossible when Kathy Mae Smith starts
working for him.
She's shy, modest, and sexy as hell. Slow, sweet seduction has never
been his style, but then Dave has never wanted a woman like this before .
. . Thanks to her ex-husband, Kathy doesn't know if she can ever trust
another man. And she certainly isn't about
to jeopardize her job by jumping into bed with her hot new boss. Yet
Dave is kind, caring, and his sizzling persistence is about to burn
through the last of her defenses-until her past catches up with her. If
she surrenders the truth to Mr. Perfect, will she
lose him . . . or get a second shot at love?
TEMPTING
MR. PERFECT Excerpt
Slow, he reminded himself. Take your time.
When he slid his tongue into her mouth Kathy’s body tightened under the arm he
had wrapped around her. She fisted her fingers in his hair and tried to take
them both deeper, wilder, but he wouldn’t allow it. Keeping the kiss gentle he
took his time tasting, all the while memorizing the smooth texture of her lips.
“You’re so beautiful, Kathy,” he said, against her mouth.
“Come inside.”
He sat back to look at the woman he hoped would someday be his.
He’d known from the instant they met in the Lion’s manager’s office when Sophie
had worked there. Kathy was the kind of woman he wanted to spend the rest of
his life with. But he couldn’t tell her, not yet. Not when there were still things
she needed to know about him and him about her.
He pulled into her apartment building parking lot then turned to
her. “You and I…the first time we make love, it’s going to be special. Not just
a grope fest.”
“There’s nothing wrong with those.” Kathy teased with a hand
caressing up his thigh.
“Nope, there isn’t as long as you’re both getting something great
out of it.” He took her hand in his and started to gently rub his thumb over
the back of it. “I want to make you squirm and hear you scream out my name. I
don’t want the chance to catch our breath—no downtime, only passion.” He began
to put more pressure on the friction of her thumb pad. “When you come that
first time, I want it in my mouth. My God, Kathy, I can’t even get close to
telling you how much I need you because I’m so overwhelmed by you.”
“Oh, Jesus,” she whispered. “Tell me more. Tell me how.”
“I want to take you in every position possible with long slow
strokes.” His eyes burned into hers, and when he moved his hand under her skirt
he found her moist. Gently he glided his middle finger in small circles over
the dampness when he heard her breath shutter then gasp as he applied pressure.
“I’d love to taste you now.” He brought his hand to his mouth and sucked on the
finger that he just teased her with.
“Dave?” Her body slithered lower in her seat, her eyes wide and
filled with passion.
“Yes?”
“I feel like I’m going to explode. Pleasssse,” she pleaded.
“Please what?”
“Come inside.”
Once Rebecca Rose picked up
her first romance novel she knew her destiny was typed on those pages.
She lives to find romance in ordinary life doing everyday things, by
believing you just need to be conscious enough to look for it. While
being slightly
dyslexic has created some challenges for her, she feels compelled to
write about the characters living in her head.
With multiple books out, she is a full-time writer with a nagging muse who even talks obsessively in the car. That is of course, when the voice can get a word in edgewise with her three children and husband of 17 years.
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THE DINING CLUB by Marina Anderson (September 2, 2014; Forever Trade Paperback)
You are invited to the Dining Club. If you pass the challenges we set, a world of pleasure awaits you.
He
is everything she never wanted: brooding, secretive, rich - and
far-removed from her care-free artistic lifestyle. Yet David has a power
over Grace that she cannot resist, a power that comes from his darker,
passionate side. And now
he is ready to truly reveal himself. Inviting Grace to a weekend at the
Dining Club, David offers her the opportunity to discover his deepest
desires and to find pleasures far beyond her wildest imagination - but
only if she is willing to play a series of
sensual games. Grace faces a choice: give in to her doubts and retreat to her quiet life, or truly embrace happiness with David and win over her mesmerizing lover forever.
The Dining Club Excerpt:
The
subdued lighting and quiet murmur of intensely private conversations in the
dining room were an arousing background to these small acts of sensuality, and
Grace was thoroughly relaxed and enjoying herself when Laura, Amy’s twin,
arrived at the table with some cards in her hands. “The dessert choice,” she
explained, handing them to David.
Amy
sat up very straight, her eyes on Grace. David glanced briefly at the cards,
put three down on the table and passed the rest back to Laura, who then stood
waiting for their order.
“Grace, these
dessert choices are coded,” he said quietly.
“Each of them hints at the type of trial you want this evening. Here,
look at them and you’ll see what I mean.”
Grace’s stomach tightened with fear. For a short
time she’d forgotten what lay ahead, but now there was no way out. If she
wanted to keep David, and after their conversation earlier she knew without a
doubt that she did, then she had to go through with this. All around her other
women were also looking at cards and making choices. One looked excited, but
the others looked as nervous as Grace was feeling.
“Tantalizing Tiramisu, Obedient Orange Sorbet or
Controlled Chocolate Delight,” she read aloud.
“I think you should leave the Controlled Chocolate
Delight for another month,” said David quietly. “Choose from the first two.”
Grace began to tremble. “I don’t want either,” she
whispered. “I don’t know what they mean. I don’t think I can do this.”
“Then you simply refuse the dessert, my darling, but
of course you know what that will mean for us.”
“I’m scared; doesn’t that matter to you?”
“Don’t be scared. You don’t have to choose anything,
you know that. If none of them appeal to you, then all you have to do is tell
Laura. There’s no pressure on you, Gracie, it’s only that . . .”
Trembling,
Grace looked at him, and saw the regret in his eyes. She wanted to go on, to
take the final step into the unknown, but the descriptions on the cards didn’t
give her enough of a clue for her to dare to choose anything with any
confidence.
“The tiramisu should be nice,” murmured Amy, leaning
close to Grace so that no one near could hear. “Choose that. You’ll be fine.”
As Grace hesitated, Amber came to their table. “Is
there a problem?” she asked.
Looking up, Grace saw that Amber had guessed what
was happening and was enjoying it. She also noticed that Amber had rested one
hand possessively on David’s left shoulder. “No, I’m spoilt for choice, that’s
all,” she said brightly. “I think I’ll go for the Tantalizing Tiramisu. It
sounds fascinating.”
Laura wrote it down and went away and Amy smiled and
touched Grace’s arm encouragingly while Amber merely nodded before walking off.
All around them groups of three were getting up from their tables and making
their way out of the dining room.
“Well done,” said David. With a sigh of relief he
pushed back his chair. “We’re in the study for dessert tonight aren’t we, Amy?”
Amy nodded.
“Aren’t you coming too?” asked Grace.
“No, I’m hardly ever involved at a guest’s first
trial. My skills are for the higher tables. Good luck though,” she added more
quietly, “and try to enjoy it. It’s one of the best
choices you can get.” With that, Amy hurried off to
join another group.
Grace felt bereft as she watched her go. Now she
knew that whatever lay ahead she had to cope with it on her own, because she
was certain that no one else was going to help her in any way at all.
Silently
David guided Grace out of the dining room, down the hallway and along a short
corridor. He then opened a concealed door and she stepped inside.
“Hello,”
said Amber, getting up from a chair to greet her. “Do come in. Andrew and I are
both so pleased you chose the tiramisu.”
Grace
took a step backwards, feeling her heart racing and aware that the palms of her
hands were damp with fear, but David was standing behind her, and before she
could say anything he’d locked the study door and dropped the key into a jar on
a high shelf.
“Welcome
to your first trial, my darling,” he murmured. “I’m sure we’re all going to
have a wonderful time.”
About the author:
Marina Anderson is the pseudonym of a British author. Her novels have sold over half a million copies worldwide and she is a Sunday Times bestseller.
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HIS EVERY FANTASY by Delilah Devlin (September 2, 2014; Forever Yours E-Book)
A Sultry Summer Nights Novel
The last thing ex-SEAL Sergei Gun needs is a complication. As part of a
powerful black-ops company, he's led an extraction team into the Mexican
jungle to rescue two men who have been kidnapped. Everything has gone
according to plan until Serge discovers a
third hostage-an exquisitely beautiful woman with a secret haunting her
stormy gray eyes. With no choice but to bring her back to the compound
deep in the sultry, steamy Louisiana bayou, Serge vows to protect her,
body and soul . . .Kara Nichols never imagined
that she'd capture the interest of a powerful man like Serge. What
began as a simple rescue mission ignites into a passionate affair. As
Serge teaches her the tantalizing art of surrender, Kara finds herself
more than willing to shed every last one of her
inhibitions and submit to him fully. But the dark, dangerous forces
that captured Kara aren't ready to let her go so easily . . .
~Spank Excerpt~
She glanced down at her bikini, and then upward again, scanning his
bare chest and hoping she wasn’t drooling, because she was so over wanting him.
She took the glass and sipped from the straw. Orange and pineapple and a touch
of vodka exploded on her tongue. “Thanks,” she said, unsure what more she could
say without blurting out her anger over his abandonment.
So, maybe she wasn’t over him. The thought deflated her. Her gaze
dropped to her drink.
Sergei lowered to sit in the sand beside her chaise. “You’re
rested?”
“I am. The bed is very comfortable.” She couldn’t pull her gaze
from him. His was directed at the sea, his strong profile achingly dear.
The moment stretched, and she grew restless. After she’d missed her
chance back at the mansion to lay it all out there, to bare her soul, she’d
lost her courage. But anger rose again, giving starch to her backbone. “Do you
feel anything for me?” God, had she really asked that out loud? How pathetic
must she sound?
Sergei’s face swung toward her.
Reading what was going on behind his brown eyes was impossible. But
his mouth, dear Lord, his mouth—the firm line was softening, curving into his
familiar crooked smile.
“Are you angry with me?”
She was glaring. So maybe that question was looking for the secrets
locked deep inside her. “I am. After everything we shared, you put me in a
guest room.”
“You needed rest.” His eyebrows rose. “You were swaying on your
feet when we arrived.”
“I needed comfort. I was scared.” Her fingers tightened on the
wooden arm of the chaise.
“But you were safe. You had nothing to fear.”
“I wasn’t afraid of being attacked again, you moron. I was afraid
you didn’t love me.” She clamped her jaws closed and stared at him wide-eyed. Nothing like blurting out my feelings.
His mouth stretched and he began to laugh. Loudly. Holding his
belly and bending.
Infuriating. With a determined move, she
reached out and tipped her glass over his head.
Then he laughed harder. “Better run, sweetheart. You’ve earned a
spanking.”
Her heart thrilled, and she pushed off the chaise, squealing as she
ran for the water. She was thigh deep when a strong arm looped around her waist
and pulled her hard against a solid wall of muscle.
“So I’m a moron?” he growled in her ear.
“I don’t know where that came from,” she gasped. But she was lying.
She’d wanted to call him a bastard, a motherfucker, every foul name she could
think of, she was so frustrated by the distance he’d placed between them.
In the next instant, she went still, remembering what he’d just
said. “You’re going to spank me?”
About the author:
Until just a few years ago,
award-winning erotica and romance author Delilah Devlin lived in South
Texas at the intersection of two dry creeks, surrounded by sexy cowboys
in Wranglers. These days, she's missing the wide-open skies and starry
nights but
loving her dark forest in Central Arkansas, with its eccentric
characters and isolation-the better to feed her hungry muse! For
Delilah, the greatest sin is driving between the lines, because it's
comfortable and safe. Her personal journey has taken her through
one war and many countries, cultures, jobs, and relationships to bring
her to the place where she is now-writing sexy adventures that hold more
than a kernel of autobiography and often share a common thread of
self-discovery and transformation. To learn more
about Delilah and her stories, visit www.DelilahDevlin.com.
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