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Want a super spicy sneak peek? Read a sizzling excerpt from Damon's POV, view some fantastic teasers and enter to win an amazing giveaway that includes a $25 gift card, signed paperback, and SWAG! Open international!
Happy reading and good luck!
Sneak Peek from Damon's POV
This wasn’t how I envisioned our first kiss playing out, not in a roomful of people, and certainly not in the middle of a party where I couldn’t do all the things I’d been wanting to do to her for weeks.
The memory of her breasts, full and heavy with perfect rosy nipples, was branded into my skull. I felt like I’d been walking around in a constant state of arousal, which was a pain when you were stuck in an apartment with forty or so virtual strangers.
Rose had both her hands braced on my shoulders, but she only stared at me. I noticed her tremble a little. She was nervous. Fuck. My irritability at the situation couldn’t have helped matters. She thought I didn’t want to kiss her, but bloody hell I did. I just knew that once I started there was a good chance I wouldn’t be able to stop.
She seemed frozen in place, so I took her hands from my shoulders and pulled her into my lap. If this was going to be our first kiss, I was going to make it count. Fuck all the people watching us. For once in my life I was going to be unselfconscious about something.
She moved onto me with ease and her dress rode up as she levelled her thighs on either side of my hips. I palmed her cheek, caressed it softly, and noticed her let out the tiniest gasp.
I whispered my lips across hers first, feather light, before capturing them fiercely and sinking my hand into her hair. I tugged it a little, adjusting her head so I could kiss her more deeply. She moved on me, as though trying to climb closer, and I felt my balls tighten as I began to harden. She was so sexy in a completely oblivious way, and when I felt the heat between her legs press into me I had to stifle a groan.
Her arms came to wrap around my neck, her tongue moving with mine as I savoured her. She tasted like champagne and sunshine. I couldn’t get enough. Her full breasts pushed into me torturously, and I knew I had to end the kiss before I took her right there in front of all those people. Giving her hair one more gentle tug, I felt her shudder, like she liked it.
I fucking loved that she liked it.
Every single time she wore a ponytail to rehearsals I’d had visions of gripping her hair in my fist as I sunk into her from behind. Pulling back, I gave her bottom lip the tiniest nip. Her eyes were closed. She breathed heavily as they fluttered open and for a second I was lost in a sea of blue.
“Hey,” she whispered, her gaze unfocused.
“Hi,” I whispered back.
“Well, that was fucking hot,” Farrah commented from the other side of the circle, knocking back a mouthful of wine.
“If that’s what you’re into,” Julian added with a wink and Rose shot him a dark look. He raised his hands in the air. “What? I’m sure you two would have very lovely missionary sex with lots of eye contact and murmured declarations. That’s not my cup of tea, is all I’m saying.”
Rose was suddenly blushing beautifully. I wanted to caress her cheek again, but she moved further away from me and returned to where she’d been sitting previously. If only Julian could see the fantasies I’d been having of doggy style sex with Rose, he might have had to rethink his prediction.
Alicia was decidedly quiet beside me, but I didn’t look to see her reaction to the kiss. I’d never given her any indication I was interested, so I couldn’t really be held accountable for putting her nose out of joint.
I wanted Rose. Only Rose.
In the end I didn’t have to look, because she stood from the floor, brushing down her skirt and announcing. “I’m bored. I’m going to get more champagne.”
Without a word Julian stood to go after her and everyone seemed to silently accept that the game was over. When I saw Rose making her way over to the kitchen I stood and intercepted her.
“Are we okay?” I asked, studying her pretty features. She didn’t say anything for a moment, and wouldn’t – or maybe couldn’t – meet my gaze. I tilted her chin up with the tips of my fingers. “I’m sorry if I upset you earlier with what I said about your breasts. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”
She shook her head as she swallowed. “No, no, you didn’t. I liked…” she paused to lower her gaze again. When she spoke it was to the floor and I really hated how she refused to give me her eyes. “I mean, I don’t exactly find it unpleasant when you say stuff like that.” When she finally looked up her expression was meaningful, and something flipped inside me.
She enjoyed when I spoke to her explicitly? In that case, I could murmur dirty nothings to her all night long.
“So,” she went on, breaking the moment and clearing her throat. “Another drink?”
“Yeah, another drink,” I agreed in a warm voice and followed her to the kitchen.
Julian stood a few feet away from Alicia, a look on his face like he wanted to eat her alive. She was ignoring him by chatting with some other party guests.
Though I adored Rose, I still wasn’t too sure what to make of her flatmate. There were too many question marks hanging over his head. He seemed like a normal bloke, so I just didn’t understand why he chose to do what he did for a living. Admittedly, I was biased, and thanks to my father had some fairly traumatic memories of prostitutes. This was why I was trying to reserve judgment where Julian was concerned.
“Here you go,” said Rose, handing me a bottle of Budweiser.
I allowed my fingers to brush over hers and noticed her shiver slightly. She was still feeling the kiss, same as me. I was just about to suggest we go somewhere a little more private, like her room for instance, when some cheers sounded from the living area. Aside from the bedrooms, the entire apartment was open plan. I looked over the top of Rose’s head to see Blake had taken a seat by the piano, and was currently taking requests from the party goers.
“That slag better not be trying to steal my birthday thunder,” Julian commented dryly right before Blake burst into a rendition of “I Got it from Agnes” by Tom Lehrer.
My Grandmother used to love Tom Lehrer. She thought he was hilarious. Rose turned to see who was singing and I saw her lips turn downward, forming a frown.
“He always has to be the centre of attention,” I heard her mutter under her breath.
I stood next to her in quiet, and saw Blake pointedly level his gaze in her direction. Her lips firmed and her cheeks began to grow flushed, though I thought it was in annoyance rather than embarrassment. The party-goers laughed at the innuendo in the song, while Rose placed her glass down on the table.
“I need the bathroom,” she muttered.
And then, she fled.
The memory of her breasts, full and heavy with perfect rosy nipples, was branded into my skull. I felt like I’d been walking around in a constant state of arousal, which was a pain when you were stuck in an apartment with forty or so virtual strangers.
Rose had both her hands braced on my shoulders, but she only stared at me. I noticed her tremble a little. She was nervous. Fuck. My irritability at the situation couldn’t have helped matters. She thought I didn’t want to kiss her, but bloody hell I did. I just knew that once I started there was a good chance I wouldn’t be able to stop.
She seemed frozen in place, so I took her hands from my shoulders and pulled her into my lap. If this was going to be our first kiss, I was going to make it count. Fuck all the people watching us. For once in my life I was going to be unselfconscious about something.
She moved onto me with ease and her dress rode up as she levelled her thighs on either side of my hips. I palmed her cheek, caressed it softly, and noticed her let out the tiniest gasp.
I whispered my lips across hers first, feather light, before capturing them fiercely and sinking my hand into her hair. I tugged it a little, adjusting her head so I could kiss her more deeply. She moved on me, as though trying to climb closer, and I felt my balls tighten as I began to harden. She was so sexy in a completely oblivious way, and when I felt the heat between her legs press into me I had to stifle a groan.
Her arms came to wrap around my neck, her tongue moving with mine as I savoured her. She tasted like champagne and sunshine. I couldn’t get enough. Her full breasts pushed into me torturously, and I knew I had to end the kiss before I took her right there in front of all those people. Giving her hair one more gentle tug, I felt her shudder, like she liked it.
I fucking loved that she liked it.
Every single time she wore a ponytail to rehearsals I’d had visions of gripping her hair in my fist as I sunk into her from behind. Pulling back, I gave her bottom lip the tiniest nip. Her eyes were closed. She breathed heavily as they fluttered open and for a second I was lost in a sea of blue.
“Hey,” she whispered, her gaze unfocused.
“Hi,” I whispered back.
“Well, that was fucking hot,” Farrah commented from the other side of the circle, knocking back a mouthful of wine.
“If that’s what you’re into,” Julian added with a wink and Rose shot him a dark look. He raised his hands in the air. “What? I’m sure you two would have very lovely missionary sex with lots of eye contact and murmured declarations. That’s not my cup of tea, is all I’m saying.”
Rose was suddenly blushing beautifully. I wanted to caress her cheek again, but she moved further away from me and returned to where she’d been sitting previously. If only Julian could see the fantasies I’d been having of doggy style sex with Rose, he might have had to rethink his prediction.
Alicia was decidedly quiet beside me, but I didn’t look to see her reaction to the kiss. I’d never given her any indication I was interested, so I couldn’t really be held accountable for putting her nose out of joint.
I wanted Rose. Only Rose.
In the end I didn’t have to look, because she stood from the floor, brushing down her skirt and announcing. “I’m bored. I’m going to get more champagne.”
Without a word Julian stood to go after her and everyone seemed to silently accept that the game was over. When I saw Rose making her way over to the kitchen I stood and intercepted her.
“Are we okay?” I asked, studying her pretty features. She didn’t say anything for a moment, and wouldn’t – or maybe couldn’t – meet my gaze. I tilted her chin up with the tips of my fingers. “I’m sorry if I upset you earlier with what I said about your breasts. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”
She shook her head as she swallowed. “No, no, you didn’t. I liked…” she paused to lower her gaze again. When she spoke it was to the floor and I really hated how she refused to give me her eyes. “I mean, I don’t exactly find it unpleasant when you say stuff like that.” When she finally looked up her expression was meaningful, and something flipped inside me.
She enjoyed when I spoke to her explicitly? In that case, I could murmur dirty nothings to her all night long.
“So,” she went on, breaking the moment and clearing her throat. “Another drink?”
“Yeah, another drink,” I agreed in a warm voice and followed her to the kitchen.
Julian stood a few feet away from Alicia, a look on his face like he wanted to eat her alive. She was ignoring him by chatting with some other party guests.
Though I adored Rose, I still wasn’t too sure what to make of her flatmate. There were too many question marks hanging over his head. He seemed like a normal bloke, so I just didn’t understand why he chose to do what he did for a living. Admittedly, I was biased, and thanks to my father had some fairly traumatic memories of prostitutes. This was why I was trying to reserve judgment where Julian was concerned.
“Here you go,” said Rose, handing me a bottle of Budweiser.
I allowed my fingers to brush over hers and noticed her shiver slightly. She was still feeling the kiss, same as me. I was just about to suggest we go somewhere a little more private, like her room for instance, when some cheers sounded from the living area. Aside from the bedrooms, the entire apartment was open plan. I looked over the top of Rose’s head to see Blake had taken a seat by the piano, and was currently taking requests from the party goers.
“That slag better not be trying to steal my birthday thunder,” Julian commented dryly right before Blake burst into a rendition of “I Got it from Agnes” by Tom Lehrer.
My Grandmother used to love Tom Lehrer. She thought he was hilarious. Rose turned to see who was singing and I saw her lips turn downward, forming a frown.
“He always has to be the centre of attention,” I heard her mutter under her breath.
I stood next to her in quiet, and saw Blake pointedly level his gaze in her direction. Her lips firmed and her cheeks began to grow flushed, though I thought it was in annoyance rather than embarrassment. The party-goers laughed at the innuendo in the song, while Rose placed her glass down on the table.
“I need the bathroom,” she muttered.
And then, she fled.
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Contemporary Romance Stand-alone, Coming May 16th
Damon Atwood was Hollywood’s golden boy. Having won an Oscar at the tender age of thirteen, he had the life many could only dream about. But his success came at a price, and after a short but fruitful film career, he chose to live a life of obscurity on a remote Scottish island. Almost a decade later he’s finally ready to make his return, starting with a lead role in a musical on London’s West End.
As a choreographer’s assistant, Rose Taylor has always faded into the background. She watches shows come to life from the side lines, but has never craved the attention of stardom. When rumours begin circulating of Damon’s involvement in her latest gig, she doesn’t predict how she will be thrust into the limelight, nor how the mysterious and strangely introverted man will need her to teach him how to be a star again.
Rose knows that show crushes don’t last. Actors fall for each other during the intensity of a production, often losing themselves in their roles. These kinds of affairs burn bright and then they fade. The question is, should Rose let herself shine with Damon, or guard her heart from being broken after the final curtain call?
As a choreographer’s assistant, Rose Taylor has always faded into the background. She watches shows come to life from the side lines, but has never craved the attention of stardom. When rumours begin circulating of Damon’s involvement in her latest gig, she doesn’t predict how she will be thrust into the limelight, nor how the mysterious and strangely introverted man will need her to teach him how to be a star again.
Rose knows that show crushes don’t last. Actors fall for each other during the intensity of a production, often losing themselves in their roles. These kinds of affairs burn bright and then they fade. The question is, should Rose let herself shine with Damon, or guard her heart from being broken after the final curtain call?
