Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays to all of you wonderful readers.
Here's something to warm you up during this holiday season.
Ring in the holidays this year with this collection of steamy to sexy scintillating reads from today’s hottest bestselling authors. Whether you’re looking for a romance by the warm glow of the fireplace or a passionate romp on a bear skin rug, there is something for all readers, for every taste, desire, and whim.
Come and join us, won’t you? This is sure to be a Season... of Seduction.
BLURB:
She’s no damsel. He’s no prince. Can their love
still be strength enough to save them both?
Twenty years later, and the hole inside
Emeline’s soul only got bigger, mourning the loss of her mother and brother and
what could have been. A stranger comes along with changes to a career she
loves, but will it be for the better and will he end up changing her, too?
Adam has been closed off to the world for
nearly two decades, existing but not living. He doesn’t even realize the shell
of a man he’s become until a woman he’s slowly falling for makes him examine
his own reflection.
A modern twist on a classic tale filled with
desire, passion, and one dangerous obsession.
Excerpt:
As soon as the elevator door slid open, he
pulled her to him and fused his lips to hers again, walking her backwards
inside. His roaming hands were bolder now, cupping her breast with one hand,
and her ass with the other. She thought she may actually come just from him
touching her. Then she realized once again they weren’t moving.
With a giggle against his lips, she said,
“You have to press nine.”
“Oh, right.” He pressed the button for her
floor and then pushed her up against the wall.
She felt his hard length pressing against
her and emboldened herself to slide her hand in between them. He groaned when
her hand made contact and then ground himself into her hand, moaning in her
mouth as they feverishly kissed.
“God, I’ve wanted you for so long, Emeline.”
“I’ve wanted you, too,” she breathed.
The doors slid open. He clasped her hand in
his and together they briskly walked the few feet it took to get to her
apartment. Once again, he was the one who opened her door. The moment they
stepped inside and shut the door, their hands and lips were on each other once
again. It was dark, but the lights from the street illuminated enough.
Her keys along with her clutch were thrown
on the floor. Toed off shoes came right before he hoisted her up to straddle
his hips, carrying her toward her hallway.
“Closet,” she said when he opened up the
wrong door.
He cursed. “I’m going to take you in that
damned closet!”
He didn’t. He continued to her bedroom,
which was open, and stopped right beside the bed in the center of the room,
letting her slide down to stand. Her knees felt weak, but he supported her.
He cursed again when he couldn’t get her
belt open.
“There’s a catch inside in the back.” She
turned around and then felt his fingers slide inside the belt.
“Good. It’d be a shame to rip this pretty
dress.”
It would, but she wanted it off as badly as
he did. Thankfully, he found the catch and the belt snapped open and fell in a
light clang on the floor. At least the zipper was easy enough to slide down. He
did it slowly, lavishing kisses down the open trail, and then he slid the
straps down her shoulders, and then the dress down her body, bending down to
steady her as she stepped out of it.
He didn’t touch her right away when he stood
back up. She heard the ruffling of clothes behind her and when he turned her
around to face him, he stood shirtless and she got her first look at his naked
chest and washboard abs. There was a light scattering of blonde hair on his
chest. She reached out with both hands and placed them on his shoulders and
then she glided them down slowly, exploring the hard muscle underneath. She
looked up at him when her hand reached the button of his pants and found him
staring intently at her, hungrily.
He leaned down to capture her mouth again.
This time the kiss was slow and explorative as they shed the rest of their
clothes, along with the pins in her hair and the tie in his. Her nipples felt
like hard points, pressed against his warm, naked body, making her shudder, his
unsteady breaths matching her own.
Finally, he lifted her up again as he
crawled onto her bed and then gently laid her down underneath him. He kissed
her lips, her neck, and then her ear. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he
whispered in her ear. He trapped her hands above her head, as he began his slow
descent down her body, delivering open mouthed kisses down her jaw, to her
neck, and then finally stopping at her breasts.
Emeline moaned loudly when Adam bit down on
her nipple and then louder still when he laved away the sting. He then gifted
her other breast with the same attention. He released her hands and travelled
further down her body, kissing, nipping, licking as he went, until he reached
her center, his soft beard adding an extra sensation.
Her body bowed when his mouth connected with
the most private part of her and he was relentless, devouring her as he had her
mouth. He teased her tight bundle of nerves with just the tip of his tongue
before finally laving all around.
With one hand in his hair and the other
fisting the sheets beside her, she rode out his torture, chasing her
completion, his large hands holding her inner thighs steady. When he sucked
hard on her clit, she screamed, and moved her head from side to side, as her
climax hit her with a force like she’d never felt before.
Adam moaned against her, licking and kissing
until her legs stopped quivering. After one final intimate kiss, he crawled back
up her body and took her lips again. “You see how delicious you taste? Better
than the sweetest honey.”
Even his words set her on fire, and again,
the ache was stirring despite the amazing orgasm he had just given her with his
talented tongue. And she did like the taste of herself, especially since it was
mixed in with his taste, one she was already becoming addicted to.
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