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He's a writer.
she's a promoter.
Can they trust one another?
#adult #romance #sexy #contemporary
Blurb
Holly knows that sitting behind her computer isn’t going to bring
one of her romance heroes to life. And despite her matchmaking friend’s
attempts, she’s still lonely, looking for her Mr. Perfect. Fairytales happen,
right?
As a bestselling author, Ashton Noir doesn’t need anyone or anything
in his life other than his imagination. That is until he comes across Holly’s
Promotional Services’ website. Further exposure for his books can’t hurt.
Communicating through the Internet and then phone calls,
professional interests turn personal. Realising they lack trust and confidence
in different ways, can they have a future as a couple? Or are their dreams
forever going to be their safe haven?
Hot Excerpt
What would your reaction be after a man you've been talking to sends you this?
I
take slow steps toward her. The room, heated by the sun’s rays, gives a warming
glow. I stop behind the couch to remove my jacket, undo my cufflinks, and
slowly roll my sleeves up to my elbows. I can hear her breathing, watch her
bobbling her head up and down nervously, but she has no reason to be.
I
move around the couch to stand before her and look down on her weak, defenseless
body. Her breasts luscious and swollen.
I
move slowly around to her back, further teasing her. Her body is so beautiful,
a size twelve, her bottom perky. I crave to smack that ass and hear her grunt
or scream, whichever suits her. I bet she’ll wail wonderfully under my
masterful demands. Her bottom tightens making my cock pulse. My breath catches
when she turns her head to the side, aware of my location.
I
drop to my knees, positioning myself close behind her. I mould her to my chest.
I move my nose closer to her shoulder, smelling her fragrance of delicate
petals. I inhale a deep breath. God, she smells divine. I move in closer to her
shoulder and hear her breath hitch and feel her body still.
I
move my mouth to her ear. “Relax…you are the most exquisite female I have ever
come across, and you are mine!” My desire clear in my voice. I have to make her
see how much I need her. I have to make her understand that somehow she’s grabbed
my heart, forcing me into a position of hunger.
I
breathe heavy on her neck, luring her into my trap. My beautiful Holly tilts
her head to the side, giving me access. Her breath comes out sharp, but I have
no choice. I cannot control my burn. I kiss her softly, placing my lips to her shoulder
as her mouth opens on a gasp. Inhaling a deep breath, I release it slowly, licking
her neck, then follow with a teasing blow. Again she quakes under my touch.
“You
are mine. Tell me what you want,” I whisper in her ear watching her chest lift and
push her scrumptious boobs out. How I crave to place my hands around her
perfectly shaped breasts and add gentle caresses. Her nipples are erect, and I
sense her pussy dripping with her tangy juices.
“I
want you!” she answers, clearly exasperated.
“To
what?” I encourage her, needing her permission.
“To
touch me,” she breathes.
“Where?”
I wrap my arms around her waist as she jiggles her boobs shining in the sun’s
rays. With my cock rock hard, I move closer to her, rubbing my groin on her
bottom, wanting her to feel what she has done to me.
I
inch closer, pushing my hardened member into the crease of her bottom, our bodies
spooning perfectly. Holly gasps as she feels my strain. I wrap my arms around
her waist, allowing my hands to rest on her tummy. I really want one hand
kneading her breasts and the other tormenting her womanhood.
“All
over,” she faintly spoke.
Resting
my mouth on her neck, I tenderly kiss her, moving delicately to her ear. I want
impact, reaction. I breathe heavy, sending an erotic message to her aroused
body. Her skin trembles and goose bumps form. Her lips part under my demand. I
start to tease her using my fingertips, touching her around her tummy. “Here?”
“Yes.”
I
kiss her neck.
I
move my hand up her body between her cleavage and poke. “Here?”
“Yes,”
she pants.
I
slide my other hand around to her bottom and poke. “Here?”
“Yes.”
Her chest stills as her breath catches.
I
bring my hands to her upper arms, dancing my fingernails over her skin,
manipulating her senses, while her hips gyrate in time to my contact. I inhale
her, feel her pulse, her pelvis, aware she’s turned on by her movements and the
wetness of her panties.
“Do
you crave me, Holly?” I whisper.
“Yes.”
I
place my hands on her waist, gliding my fingertips up and down, watching as her
breasts heave with each breath. I slide my fingertips toward her womanhood, and
her breath ceases. God,
I want you Holly! I want to touch her
intimate area, but I can’t, not yet, not like this…I have to wait and savor and
do what is right for me and her.
Her
back arches, thrusting her breasts out. I focus intently on her boobs, eager to
fondle, break the rules. I just need to stroke them… No, Dean, no! My
mind argues with my body. If only Holly knew how close I am to giving in.
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