I’ve been busy working on marketing plans for The Gazillionaire and the Virgin. It will be out in ebook form on the 29th of January, and available in print about two weeks later. I’m planning a release blitz and a blog tour, which means (of course) lots of prizes.
And I thought I’d kick things off today with my cover reveal. This is another cover by the fabulous Willsin Rowe. What do you think?
Personally, I love it! And to celebrate, I’m giving away a $5 bookstore gift certificate. Just leave me a comment that includes your email address, and I’ll throw your name into the metaphorical hat.
And when you’re done here, hop over to Victoria Blisse’s Sunday Snog page for more sexy kisses!
As I hang up and pull into my parking space, I continue to watch Rachel, behind me. She steers her banker-mobile into a visitor’s slot across the road, steps out, closes the door gently and engages the alarm. The afternoon sun turns her hair into a coppery halo. Her beige slacks are just tight enough to remind me of her curves. Her purple silk blouse flows loosely over the swell of her breasts. I wonder what, if anything, she’s wearing underneath. My cock is hard almost before I’m conscious of the thought.
God, she’s glorious.
She pauses, as if she realizes I’m admiring her and wants to prolong the moment. Then she strides across the street to my car and peers in the window. I catch a whiff of her, jasmine laced with damp pussy. The lump in my jeans hardens further.
“Everything all right, Theo?” There’s real concern in her voice. She cares for you.
“Fine, fine.” With some difficulty due to my turgid state, I extricate myself from the vehicle. Rachel’s eyes flick to my groin, then back to my face. She gives me a playful grin. Something inside me snaps. All at once I don’t want to play.
I seize her, drag her body to mine and grind my erection against her pubis. My fingers tangled in her wild curls, I bear down on her mouth, forcing her lips open, driving my tongue inside. I pour all my love, uncertainty and frustration into that furious kiss.
She melts in my arms, opens to my assault and lets me take what I crave from her. Her surrender inflames me further. I flip her so that her back is against the car and force my thigh into the gap between hers, pressing upward until she’s on tiptoe. Her juices soak through her clothing to wet mine. I tug at her hair and bite her lips, just to hear her whimper. She doesn’t push me away, though.
Her sweet, hot mouth clings to mine. Her nipples under the silk are round and hard as marbles. No bra, and no panties either, I’m willing to bet. She’s close to naked, and totally drenched, trembling on the edge of climax. All because of me.
A crazed sense of triumph sweeps through me. She’s mine—mine! I can do whatever I like to her. I yank her head back so I can gaze at her face. She gives a little yelp of pain—her eyes are luminous with gathering tears—but still she doesn’t object. She moans, a bitch in heat. I could rip off those designer duds and fuck her right here, under the eyes of my neighbors.
Something shifts between us. I read something new in her gaze, a raw yearning that goes beyond lust. “Theo,” she murmurs, tears spilling down her cheeks, until our kisses taste like the sea. “Oh, my darling Theo…”
I’m suddenly ashamed of my roughness. I release my hold on her hair to find red-gold strands encircling my fingers, pulled out by the roots. Her mouth looks bruised, with a smear of blood at one corner. Greasy smudges stain her crisp linen trousers. Her blouse gapes, two buttons torn off in my frenzy.
But she’s smiling, serene, despite the damage.
“I’m sorry, Rachel—I didn’t mean…”
“A master should never apologize.”
New desire shudders through me at the word she’s chosen.
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