CAMERON STANTON IS BACK in The final chapter...
You are cordially invited to spend quality time with Cameron, Ashley and Owen.
Swoon, laugh and fall in love all over again with this delicious bow on the Stanton cake.
You are cordially invited to spend quality time with Cameron, Ashley and Owen.
Swoon, laugh and fall in love all over again with this delicious bow on the Stanton cake.
SNEAK PEEK
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CHAPTER ONE
Two weeks earlier.
Cameron
Ashley smiles into her cocktail glass as she sits across the table from me, and I feel myself melt.
This woman will be the death of me. No matter how long I look at her each day, it’s never enough.
“Are we having dessert?” she asks as she opens the menu.
“You’re my dessert,” I reply as I watch her.
She smiles and raises a sexy eyebrow as she peruses the offerings.
It’s Friday night—date night—and she’s all mine. It’s been a long week. I lost a patient in surgery on Tuesday and, as always, Ash was there to pick up my pieces.
I don’t know what I would do without her. I can hardly remember what it was like before she and Owen came into my life.
It must have been lonely, because they’re my whole world now.
“Hmm, that’s me. Sticky date pudding with butterscotch sauce.” She smiles.
“Sticky date pudding sounds really, really good,” I reply.
Her eyes rise to meet mine, and she smirks.
“Let’s go home and have sticky date pudding?” I whisper.
She sips her drink and smirks against the glass. “Can I have yours?”
I chuckle. “Absolutely not.”
She bites her bottom lip to stifle her cheeky smile, and reopens the menu. “My sticky date is off the menu, Cameron.”
I rub my foot up her shinbone. “Until I say it isn’t.”
Our eyes lock and the chemistry buzzes between us. She smiles and looks back to the menu again. “Oh, this sounds good.” She points as she reads. “Creamy ricotta and zesty lemon curd with a drizzle of cream through rich cannoli pastry.”
“Hmm, yes.” I frown. “That’s me.” I smile. “I do love to lick up cream that drizzles.”
Ashley smirks over her menu. “Because you’re an animal.”
I pick up my wine glass and smile into it as I wink her way.
She smiles sexily and raises her glass to me.
“Bien que rien ne goûte aussi bien que votre crème.” I smile.
Translation: Although nothing tastes as good as your cream.
“I’ve en a eu pour toi ici, bébé,” she whispers darkly.
Translation: I’ve got some for you right here, baby.
My cock starts to tingle. I can’t handle it when she talks dirty to me. As soon as she begins, it’s all over. “Let’s go home.”
“Let’s not.” She smiles as she takes my hand in hers over the table and kisses it. “I get you to myself one night a week and we always rush home to have sex because we can’t get enough of each other.”
I smirk. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”
She slides my finger into her mouth and sucks on it, and I nearly convulse on the spot as I watch her. My cock starts to thump. She sucks my finger again and her eyes close in pleasure. “Do you know how loved you are, Cameron?”
I get a lump in my throat, not because she’s saying it but because I know it’s true.
“I do,” I whisper.
She smiles, and kisses my hand before she places it back on the table and holds it in hers.
I do.
I do.
I frown as I watch her peruse the menu again, and a strange feeling comes over me—one I’ve never had before.
I want to hear her say I do... to me.
I frown as the fog lifts, and suddenly my mind becomes crystal clear.
What am I waiting for?
She’s the one. I know she’s the one.
She glances up from her menu and smiles sexily. “What’s wrong?” She asks.
I sip my wine. “What makes you think that there’s something wrong?” I reply.
“You look like you just swallowed a fly.”
I throw my head back and laugh. If only she knew what I was thinking about.
“You probably should stop swallowing bugs and put that big mouth of yours to good use under the table instead,” she mutters dryly as she continues reading. “That’s what you really should be doing.”
I picture myself under the table going down on her, and I shuffle around in my chair to allow my cock some much-needed room. “Hurry up and order your dessert. You’re getting fucked in the parking lot downstairs in approximately fifteen minutes.”
She smiles darkly and licks her lips. “Make it ten.”
Cameron
Ashley smiles into her cocktail glass as she sits across the table from me, and I feel myself melt.
This woman will be the death of me. No matter how long I look at her each day, it’s never enough.
“Are we having dessert?” she asks as she opens the menu.
“You’re my dessert,” I reply as I watch her.
She smiles and raises a sexy eyebrow as she peruses the offerings.
It’s Friday night—date night—and she’s all mine. It’s been a long week. I lost a patient in surgery on Tuesday and, as always, Ash was there to pick up my pieces.
I don’t know what I would do without her. I can hardly remember what it was like before she and Owen came into my life.
It must have been lonely, because they’re my whole world now.
“Hmm, that’s me. Sticky date pudding with butterscotch sauce.” She smiles.
“Sticky date pudding sounds really, really good,” I reply.
Her eyes rise to meet mine, and she smirks.
“Let’s go home and have sticky date pudding?” I whisper.
She sips her drink and smirks against the glass. “Can I have yours?”
I chuckle. “Absolutely not.”
She bites her bottom lip to stifle her cheeky smile, and reopens the menu. “My sticky date is off the menu, Cameron.”
I rub my foot up her shinbone. “Until I say it isn’t.”
Our eyes lock and the chemistry buzzes between us. She smiles and looks back to the menu again. “Oh, this sounds good.” She points as she reads. “Creamy ricotta and zesty lemon curd with a drizzle of cream through rich cannoli pastry.”
“Hmm, yes.” I frown. “That’s me.” I smile. “I do love to lick up cream that drizzles.”
Ashley smirks over her menu. “Because you’re an animal.”
I pick up my wine glass and smile into it as I wink her way.
She smiles sexily and raises her glass to me.
“Bien que rien ne goûte aussi bien que votre crème.” I smile.
Translation: Although nothing tastes as good as your cream.
“I’ve en a eu pour toi ici, bébé,” she whispers darkly.
Translation: I’ve got some for you right here, baby.
My cock starts to tingle. I can’t handle it when she talks dirty to me. As soon as she begins, it’s all over. “Let’s go home.”
“Let’s not.” She smiles as she takes my hand in hers over the table and kisses it. “I get you to myself one night a week and we always rush home to have sex because we can’t get enough of each other.”
I smirk. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”
She slides my finger into her mouth and sucks on it, and I nearly convulse on the spot as I watch her. My cock starts to thump. She sucks my finger again and her eyes close in pleasure. “Do you know how loved you are, Cameron?”
I get a lump in my throat, not because she’s saying it but because I know it’s true.
“I do,” I whisper.
She smiles, and kisses my hand before she places it back on the table and holds it in hers.
I do.
I do.
I frown as I watch her peruse the menu again, and a strange feeling comes over me—one I’ve never had before.
I want to hear her say I do... to me.
I frown as the fog lifts, and suddenly my mind becomes crystal clear.
What am I waiting for?
She’s the one. I know she’s the one.
She glances up from her menu and smiles sexily. “What’s wrong?” She asks.
I sip my wine. “What makes you think that there’s something wrong?” I reply.
“You look like you just swallowed a fly.”
I throw my head back and laugh. If only she knew what I was thinking about.
“You probably should stop swallowing bugs and put that big mouth of yours to good use under the table instead,” she mutters dryly as she continues reading. “That’s what you really should be doing.”
I picture myself under the table going down on her, and I shuffle around in my chair to allow my cock some much-needed room. “Hurry up and order your dessert. You’re getting fucked in the parking lot downstairs in approximately fifteen minutes.”
She smiles darkly and licks her lips. “Make it ten.”
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We walk into the elevator and turn to the front. Three women and a middle-aged couple are behind us.
Ashley glances over at me and I smirk.
Game on.
“What time will your husband be home tonight?” I ask her out loud, so everyone can hear.
“I don’t know, he’s your father. You ask him,” she replies flatly. She tilts her chin defiantly as she stares at the doors in front of her.
I keep my eyes facing forward as I try to keep a straight face. “I would, but I’m going to be balls-deep in his wife.”
She drops her head and frowns as she tries desperately not to laugh.
“Oh, my fucking God,” one of the girls behind us whispers as she elbows her friend.
“Listen.” She glances over at me. “You can’t tell your brother about us. If he finds out I’m fucking you, too, it’s not going to be pretty.”
I drop my head and scrunch my eyes shut.
“What a slut,” the girl whispers to her friend.
I turn to face the girl. “Do you mind not speaking about my father’s wife, my brother’s mistress, and my hot little fuck buddy like that?”
The three girls’ eyes widen in horror, and Ashley puts her hand over her mouth and bursts out laughing. It’s contagious and, unable to help it, I laugh, too. The doors open just in time and I grab her hand and pull her out into the parking lot.
We begin to walk to the back corner where our car is parked. “That was a bad one.” She laughs. “Your father and your brother.” She shakes her head. “Where do you come up with this stuff?”
“You started the father.” I laugh as I grab her ass. “My brother was an added bonus.”
I push the key lock and the lights flick on my Aston Martin. Ash goes to the passenger side and I follow her and quickly pin her against my car.
We kiss, and her hands rise up my neck and into my hair. We kiss again and again, and God, this woman makes me crazy. I unzip my suit pants and she frowns as she looks down at me. “I wasn’t joking about fucking you in my car,” I growl.
Her eyes widen, and she glances around the car park. It’s semi-dark and nobody is around.
“Here?” she whispers.
“Right here.” I get into the passenger side and push the seat back as far as it will go.
Ashley looks around the parking lot guiltily.
“Get the fuck on my cock now,” I growl.
She bubbles up a giggle as she hitches up her dress a little. “You are a cream-licking deviant, Dr. Stanton,” she whispers as she falls into a straddle position above me and slowly closes the door behind her.
I pull her panties to the side and swipe my fingers through her flesh.
She’s burning hot and dripping wet. “Yes,” I hiss. Hmm. “Fuck, you feel good.” I slide my cock back and forth through her lips and pull her down onto me in one hard slam.
Her mouth goes into a perfect ‘O’ shape and she closes her eyes. She holds the head rest behind me with both hands.
It’s magnified in this small space... the feeling of her. The feelings I have for her.
Our mouths clash together in desperate need. “Bring your legs up,” I push out.
She struggles a bit. “The damn gear stick is in my way.” She hits her knee hard. “Ouch!” she yells. “If you’re going to fuck me behind your father’s and brother’s backs, can you at least buy a panel van?”
I laugh out loud and grab her hipbones. “Done.” I pick her up and slam her back onto me.
“You’re a very bad man, Cameron Stanton,” she breathes above me.
“And you are an excellent stepmother.”
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MORE ABOUT DR. STANTONS THE EPILOGUE
Revisit Cameron's nerves before the ending of the last book.
What did Gloria do that changed everything?
What did Cameron nearly miss?
When does Adrian save the day?
How did an elevator skit end in hilarious violence?
How is it possible that they are more in love than ever?
And why does Owen think everything is disgusting?
You may think that the story was finished....but what happened next changed everything.
Revisit Cameron's nerves before the ending of the last book.
What did Gloria do that changed everything?
What did Cameron nearly miss?
When does Adrian save the day?
How did an elevator skit end in hilarious violence?
How is it possible that they are more in love than ever?
And why does Owen think everything is disgusting?
You may think that the story was finished....but what happened next changed everything.
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Tee Swan was born in Sydney Australia and is the author of Contemporary Romance novels, Stanton Adore, Stanton Unconditional and Stanton Completely.
Her new novel, Find Me Alastar is due for release in early 2016.
She studies Psychology and works for the Australian Schizophrenia Fellowship. When Tee is not working in the depths of mental health, you will find her daydreaming about her next story, writing, drinking coffee or hanging with her beloved husband and three kids in her sleepy beach side town south of Sydney.
Tee’s aim is to write steamy, tender love stories that stay with you long after you close the book.
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Her new novel, Find Me Alastar is due for release in early 2016.
She studies Psychology and works for the Australian Schizophrenia Fellowship. When Tee is not working in the depths of mental health, you will find her daydreaming about her next story, writing, drinking coffee or hanging with her beloved husband and three kids in her sleepy beach side town south of Sydney.
Tee’s aim is to write steamy, tender love stories that stay with you long after you close the book.
STALK HER: Website | Facebook | Twitter | Goodreads I Instagram I
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