Now while I my new release, SILENT PARTNER, takes place in the northern region of the US (Boston to be exact), rest assured I'll keep the post within the 'sultry' atmosphere, giving the readers another teaser between my sexy hero, Grayson Anders, and my oh-so-smitten heroine, Chloe LaRoche. Hope you enjoy!
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Oh, he was good, so damn good at foreplay that she could hardly brace herself for what was to come of his love making. There was no time to prime herself. He pulled her from the wall and steered her through the maze of furniture in his spacious living room, down the hall to his bedroom. Ready or not, he was going to strip away her clothes, piece by piece, and have his way with her.
…all night long.
The thought itself was enough to steal her breath away, until his talented hands unbuttoned her blouse—more fluently than she ever could—and pushed it off her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. By the time she felt the coolness of the air on her bare skin, his arms had wrapped around her, enveloping her with instant heat.
If she had any thought of feeling insecure with her near-naked state, the strength of his embrace was more comforting than anything she could imagine. Even through the darkness, she could see his smile as he gazed over her, his eyes enjoying the sight of her breasts cupped in pale blue lace.
As they turned the corner to his room, silver moonlight poured in from the large bare window beside his bed. She could see clearly the lust in his amber eyes and it was evident he could see her small dark areolas through the sheerness of her bra.
He brought his hands up to them again, but this time tenderly, letting only his fingertips graze over her nipples peaking tightly against the cloth. She shuddered beneath his touch, her hands clutching his shoulders for support.
“Hm…you are so gorgeous. And to think I had you pegged as the plain white cotton type.” Slowly, he dragged his fiery fingertips down her stomach, letting them slip just beneath her waistband. “What do you have down here? Matching panties?”
She could only smile nervously, spinning around to let him see the long zipper running the length of her skirt. She felt his hands smooth over the skin of her waist before he tugged on it. Leisurely, he drew it downward, revealing inch by inch the sight of her bare bottom flossed with a thin string.
His breath escaped him as the denim fell to the floor. “A thong,” he mumbled, his hands grabbing her hips and pulling her close.
His warm breath tickled her earlobe as he spoke, but she was too caught up in the feel of his hands moving across her stomach to really care. All she could think of was the tingling of her sex, the warm pool of arousal between her legs, and the strong longing she felt for him to touch her.
She melted in his arms as his hand slipped down between her legs, cupping her, petting her. The heat of his touch against the rasp of her lace panties cramped her belly with a painful need, an undeniable longing that grew with every purposeful graze of his fingers.
She spun in his arms and faced him, her hands resting on the slight swell of his bare chest. She took his lips, reveling in the feel of the hard muscle beneath her palms, the firmness of his sexy, all-male body. Imagining every part of him was toned, she wanted to stroke him everywhere, starting with his narrow hips and succulent bottom.
She swiped her hands across his torso and circled around his lower back, slithering into his pants. Gaining a handful, she squeezed, drawing him near.
“Let me make it easier on you,” he said, unfastening his fly.
She glanced up, his face twisting between a look of pleasure and pain as she shifted one hand to the front and took hold. She felt him tremble in her hand, his mouth parting to release a groan. He tipped his head back and closed his eyes, his hands gripping her pelvis for dear life. There was no doubt he liked her touch and she hoped he would also enjoy her intercourse.
She was not used to having casual sex—with anyone—and she wasn’t sure what she should expect or how much she should offer. For her, sex came with commitment, with feelings, with love. And though she hadn’t had many partners in the past, she could at least say those few encounters involved some sort of deep emotion before the sex came into play.
Here, with this man, there was nothing but carnal lust.
They didn’t know each other outside the club, nor did they even know each others’ names. As she watched him react to her hand pleasuring him, she didn’t think he cared what her name was anyway.
Sure, she could probably come to feel something for him as he was certainly a man worth falling for. But when it came to having sex with him, she couldn’t help but wonder if he’d remember her in the morning. If she, as a person, would ever cross his mind again.
Don’t complicate it, Chloe.
Yeah, that’s what she was doing. And heaven knows she didn’t need any more complications in her life. This was supposed to be a moment to indulge herself. To forget her problems for one night and live it up. To have nothing but no-strings-attached, wild sex with a man hardly worth resisting.
Hardly worth regretting come sunup.
Intent on moving forward before she talked herself out it, she lifted her foot and caught his leather pants, pushing them to the floor. At that moment, his eyes flew open and a smile flirted at the corners of his mouth.
“You are certainly full of surprises tonight, sweet thing. You…sitting at the bar like a spectator, looking out into the crowd like you wished you could dance. When all along you knew how to dance as if you’ve done it all your life.” His eyes fell over her, admiring her, memorizing the curves of her body amid her lacy lingerie. “Then you hide this little number under an unflattering straight-laced silk blouse and skirt. Who would’ve thought?”
Chloe swallowed hard, wondering if he had just praised her for being unpredictable or if he had given her a backhanded compliment.
He cocked his brow, eyeing her differently now. “Not much for talking, are you?”
Her heart skipped. Did he really expect her to talk? Maybe she wasn’t cut out for this casual sex thing after all.
“Okay, I get it,” he replied with a wink. “Sex now…talk later. That’s fine by me.”
Blurb:
Grayson Anders has it all. He’s the co-owner of a happening nightclub in downtown Boston
Chloe LaRoche is a talented artist, but a failing entrepreneur. Her once thriving studio is now on the brink of foreclosure and unless she paints the next Van Gogh Starry Night, she’ll have to cut her losses and say goodbye to her quaint little gallery. Fearing her career is at an end, she drags herself to the local hot spot, determined to drown her worries in the bottom of a shot glass. At least that was the plan…until she lays eyes on a wickedly sexy, swarthy dancer in the club—Grayson Anders.
Unable to resist, Chloe finds herself in Grayson’s arms, indulging in a passionate, out-of-control, one night stand. And when they awaken the next morning, they are both consumed with inspiration.
Grayson finds his perfect dance partner and Chloe finally finds her muse. But, will her secret destroy both their dreams?
Excerpt:
With his hands smoothing down her neck, his fingertips blazed a trail to her shoulders where he traced her clavicles, opening the collar of her blouse. Immediately, he bent to kiss her there, his lips brushing over her now goose-pimpled flesh.Oh, he was good, so damn good at foreplay that she could hardly brace herself for what was to come of his love making. There was no time to prime herself. He pulled her from the wall and steered her through the maze of furniture in his spacious living room, down the hall to his bedroom. Ready or not, he was going to strip away her clothes, piece by piece, and have his way with her.
…all night long.
The thought itself was enough to steal her breath away, until his talented hands unbuttoned her blouse—more fluently than she ever could—and pushed it off her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. By the time she felt the coolness of the air on her bare skin, his arms had wrapped around her, enveloping her with instant heat.
If she had any thought of feeling insecure with her near-naked state, the strength of his embrace was more comforting than anything she could imagine. Even through the darkness, she could see his smile as he gazed over her, his eyes enjoying the sight of her breasts cupped in pale blue lace.
As they turned the corner to his room, silver moonlight poured in from the large bare window beside his bed. She could see clearly the lust in his amber eyes and it was evident he could see her small dark areolas through the sheerness of her bra.
He brought his hands up to them again, but this time tenderly, letting only his fingertips graze over her nipples peaking tightly against the cloth. She shuddered beneath his touch, her hands clutching his shoulders for support.
“Hm…you are so gorgeous. And to think I had you pegged as the plain white cotton type.” Slowly, he dragged his fiery fingertips down her stomach, letting them slip just beneath her waistband. “What do you have down here? Matching panties?”
She could only smile nervously, spinning around to let him see the long zipper running the length of her skirt. She felt his hands smooth over the skin of her waist before he tugged on it. Leisurely, he drew it downward, revealing inch by inch the sight of her bare bottom flossed with a thin string.
His breath escaped him as the denim fell to the floor. “A thong,” he mumbled, his hands grabbing her hips and pulling her close.
His warm breath tickled her earlobe as he spoke, but she was too caught up in the feel of his hands moving across her stomach to really care. All she could think of was the tingling of her sex, the warm pool of arousal between her legs, and the strong longing she felt for him to touch her.
She melted in his arms as his hand slipped down between her legs, cupping her, petting her. The heat of his touch against the rasp of her lace panties cramped her belly with a painful need, an undeniable longing that grew with every purposeful graze of his fingers.
She spun in his arms and faced him, her hands resting on the slight swell of his bare chest. She took his lips, reveling in the feel of the hard muscle beneath her palms, the firmness of his sexy, all-male body. Imagining every part of him was toned, she wanted to stroke him everywhere, starting with his narrow hips and succulent bottom.
She swiped her hands across his torso and circled around his lower back, slithering into his pants. Gaining a handful, she squeezed, drawing him near.
“Let me make it easier on you,” he said, unfastening his fly.
She glanced up, his face twisting between a look of pleasure and pain as she shifted one hand to the front and took hold. She felt him tremble in her hand, his mouth parting to release a groan. He tipped his head back and closed his eyes, his hands gripping her pelvis for dear life. There was no doubt he liked her touch and she hoped he would also enjoy her intercourse.
She was not used to having casual sex—with anyone—and she wasn’t sure what she should expect or how much she should offer. For her, sex came with commitment, with feelings, with love. And though she hadn’t had many partners in the past, she could at least say those few encounters involved some sort of deep emotion before the sex came into play.
Here, with this man, there was nothing but carnal lust.
They didn’t know each other outside the club, nor did they even know each others’ names. As she watched him react to her hand pleasuring him, she didn’t think he cared what her name was anyway.
Sure, she could probably come to feel something for him as he was certainly a man worth falling for. But when it came to having sex with him, she couldn’t help but wonder if he’d remember her in the morning. If she, as a person, would ever cross his mind again.
Don’t complicate it, Chloe.
Yeah, that’s what she was doing. And heaven knows she didn’t need any more complications in her life. This was supposed to be a moment to indulge herself. To forget her problems for one night and live it up. To have nothing but no-strings-attached, wild sex with a man hardly worth resisting.
Hardly worth regretting come sunup.
Intent on moving forward before she talked herself out it, she lifted her foot and caught his leather pants, pushing them to the floor. At that moment, his eyes flew open and a smile flirted at the corners of his mouth.
“You are certainly full of surprises tonight, sweet thing. You…sitting at the bar like a spectator, looking out into the crowd like you wished you could dance. When all along you knew how to dance as if you’ve done it all your life.” His eyes fell over her, admiring her, memorizing the curves of her body amid her lacy lingerie. “Then you hide this little number under an unflattering straight-laced silk blouse and skirt. Who would’ve thought?”
Chloe swallowed hard, wondering if he had just praised her for being unpredictable or if he had given her a backhanded compliment.
He cocked his brow, eyeing her differently now. “Not much for talking, are you?”
Her heart skipped. Did he really expect her to talk? Maybe she wasn’t cut out for this casual sex thing after all.
“Okay, I get it,” he replied with a wink. “Sex now…talk later. That’s fine by me.”
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