Please welcome my Guest Blogger Lacee Hightower with SAVING GRACE.
Blurb:
“Be a good girl,” my mother
always said. And I did.
Until
Reese Gentry looked my way.
Eyes holding a beautiful
guarantee of wicked unchaste, sin and sex.
Smile flashing shameless bliss
and obscene desire.
Hands offering sweet pleasure
and bitter punishment.
Sometimes
even the good girl next door needs a dirty secret.
With no clingy strings, I’ll
willingly give him what he wants, when he wants it, wherever he wants it.
But
strings are sometimes broken.
Reese Gentry is used to two
things. Getting what he wants … and
repeating.
But
then life has its own ideas.
Two years pass, and he’s
back. But I’m no longer that spirited
girl from the past.
Those days were only the
beginning of my story.
Those days were before I was
left a … slut.
Adult
Excerpt:
My body is instantly on fire, my heart thundering. Temptation slides
through my core as his hand creeps down my torso, reaching underneath my dress
and brushing over the damp fabric of my panties. I feel his intensity, his
dominance. This power he has. It’s who
he is. Who he’s always been. I want him. His hands on me. Inside me. No
more doubt. No worrying. No jealousy.
“I need you, Reese,” I whisper, watching the blue in his eyes, the
expression on his face, both shameless hot seduction.
I love you so damn much.
“Open your legs, Graycee,” his voice lowers, “so I can give you what
you need.”
I open my legs and a finger, then two, slides inside my panties,
pushing into my sex so deep that I think I might shatter. “Oh, God, Reese.
Feels so good.”
“Shh, baby.” There’s a command to his voice as his palm cups my mouth
to quieten me while his fingers push and thrust, his thumb doing crazy insane
circling motions over my clit. He kisses at the tender spot just below my ear,
knowing just how much that tiny move affects me. “Now I’m going to lick all
that modesty and lingering doubt out of you. And you, Graycee, are going to
stay very quiet.”
Dropping to his knees, he urges my dress up and slides my panties to
the side. Burying his face against my cleft, his tongue pushes into me. He’s
rough and urgent, greedy and fierce, like wicked voodoo, licking, stroking,
teasing, doing everything that I crave. I can barely breathe, so lost in Reese,
this connection between us something way deeper than sex. My fingers automatically
wind through his hair as my hips seethe around the firm movements of his mouth.
We’re staring at each other like there’s no other person in existence. Like a
hundred or more people aren’t footsteps away from us.
“Oh my God. Reese. No more. Not here.” The smooth sleekness of his
tongue licks through me, inside me, slowly.
Quickly. Then slow once again
before flickering over my clit as he pulls me hard against him, his hands
tightening against my hips.
“Don’t ever do that to yourself again,” he says in a voice that’s
heavy with intensity. “Or to me, Graycee. Don’t let that man, or the past,
control you. You’re stronger than that. You’re stronger than he ever was.” He
licks through my sex again, stopping at my clit. I rake my nails through the sides
of his hair, my pleasure building. Consuming me.
“Reese, this is crazy. You’re going to make me come.”
“Yes, I am. And you’re going to stay silent. And then, when we get
home, I’m going to make you come again, until you scream my name.”
His lips cover my sex, and I’m instantly grinding against his mouth,
squeezing my eyes shut, stirring with twenty sensations as he delves deep
inside, his hands all over me. I’m shamelessly writhing, my sex clenching with
every impatient thrust. Too late to care where we are or how many people are
only feet away, he’s tonguing me into a shattering orgasm. My body spasms
around him, my nails drilling into his shoulders as I bite down on my lip,
choking back a scream. He pulls me closer to his face, his lips still sealed
tight. My sex convulsing, my entire lower body trembling. When I open my eyes
again, only feet away from me, his gaze dark and evil, is none other than
Rodney.
“Reese!” I push at him, lowering my dress.
“Rodney! He was there! Right there!”
About the Author:
Lacee
Hightower is an American writer and romance novelist, referring to her style as
contemporary, sweet romance with a “twist.” Living in the Dallas/Fort Worth
Metroplex, she describes herself as a foodie that can’t cook, a large lover of
fashion and SHOES, and an enormous hopeless romantic. Since she was old enough to know what the
word meant, she loved the whole concept of romance and happy endings. Even
though she has always enjoyed writing, life got in the way and she never really
thought of pursuing it seriously until she decided to write her first book
after both her children were grown in 2017.
Now with a nice glass of wine in hand, or not, she is learning to love
bringing the characters in her head to life on paper for those who enjoy
peeking into another world.
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