Blurb
Can
a business merger be a personal merger, too?
Spoiled
Stevie Jurran expects smooth sailing when she arrives at Lakeside
Lodge to implement her plan to merge it into the luxury Bijoux Hotel
chain. Completing this simple task will move her up the corporate
ladder, increase her value to her father’s multi-billion dollar
business and settle the score with her cheating ex-fiancé. Just one
insignificant B&B stands between her and success –one B&B
and its provoking and intriguing manager.
Secretive
and sexy Grant Harris is not your typical innkeeper. Digging in his
heels, he tries to preserve the aesthetic of Lakeside Lodge by
resisting every change Stevie implements. Retreating from his life in
the B&B’s surroundings, Grant quickly learns there’s no way
to combat his growing desire for the infuriating heiress. Can he
concede to her demands and contend with his past to win this alluring
woman?
The
B&B should be a perfect fit for the hotel chain. Stevie and Grant
should be a perfect fit as well, but will they set aside their pasts
and egos to complete a merger of a different kind?
Will
love seal their deal?
Amazon | Barnes
& Noble | iBooks | Kobo |
Desire
& Dessert
by Madison Michael
by Madison Michael
B&B
Billionaire Romance #1
Available May 29, 2018 as part of The Billionaire’s Club Collection
Contemporary Billionaire Romance
Available May 29, 2018 as part of The Billionaire’s Club Collection
Contemporary Billionaire Romance
Grant
was in no rush, moving his mouth to cover every inch, lifting her
like a ragdoll from the mattress long enough to unhook her bra – in
three seconds and one handed. “You’ve had practice,” she
observed without rancor.
“Surgeon,”
he stated between kisses. “Good with my hands.”
“Good
with your mouth, too,” she responded while she could still take a
breath. She was panting as his lips locked around one nipple, his
fingers rolling the other. He mouthed, sucked and nibbled on her
breast until her nipple was tender and extended, then switched to
redirect his attention to her other breast, repeating the process.
When
the tender buds felt electrified and too tender for anything more,
Grant returned his attention to her mouth, plundering the warm spaces
with his tongue. He was almost rough with her – almost – then he
would turn reverent, touch her skin lightly with his fingertips,
placing gentle kisses where they had been scorching only moments
earlier. The juxtaposition left her heated, on edge, wanting.
“Grant,”
she pleaded.
“Stevie,”
he mimicked, not unkindly. He could read her like a book, and he was
playing her body like a master. “There’s no hurry, babe. We have
all night.”
“I
can’t wait all night, damn you,” the words shot from her mouth.
Grant merely laughed quietly, his mouth too full of her breast to
respond.
“I
am here to serve,” Grant responded, raising his head reluctantly to
repeat a phrase he used often and sarcastically when they were
arguing over management of the B&B. When she groaned at the
words, he laughed harder but he also, finally, reached to unzip her
skirt and lower it down her legs, his hands stroking every inch along
the way. He tossed the skirt to join her sweater and without
unbuttoning his shirt, yanked it over his head adding it to the
growing pile of discarded clothing as his mouth moved lower on her
body for more exquisite torture.
“Lose
the pants,” she begged him, her hands fisting in the luxurious
comforter, her legs restless with her need.
“Say
please,” he teased.
“Grant,
please, please, please,” Stevie responded, begging for much more
than his disrobing. She pulled at the back of the jeans until he
finally stood up, leaving her cold and lonely. He removed the jeans,
kicking them into the corner, and stood before her in all his glory.
The light from the moon outside the window burnished his skin to
bronze and he resembled a Greek statue, muscled and lean, chiseled
and strong. Stevie licked her lips reflexively.
Standing
in his black boxer briefs, his erection tenting the front, confirming
his desire, he stared at her in the small rose panties but he didn’t
move for several breaths. Just when Stevie was wondering what he was
doing, Grant moved forward, grasping her feet in his hands and slowly
moving up every inch of her body.
About
the Author
Madison
Michael is the author of the Beguling Bachelor Series.
A
Chicago native and hopeless romantic, Maddy was raised on Chicago
culture, fairy tales, great literature and swashbuckling movies.
Maddy employs that background writing steamy contemporary romance
novels set against the sumptuous backdrop of Chicago’s elite
society. When not writing, Maddy can be found lost in a book,
fighting for the rights of the mentally ill or dining on Chicago’s
famous cuisine. Hot dogs and pizza, anyone? Find her online at madisonmichael.net
