Blurb:
I'm Manhattan's biggest player, a man with a
reputation for delivering unparalleled pleasure.
But she's untouchable. Off limits. And
the most captivating woman I've ever met
I've never wanted a woman they way I
want my business partner's little sister. But I've learned to hold back when it
comes to the seductively innocent Eva.
Until the day she asks me to teach her
everything. Absolutely everything. Every position, every seductive trick, every
wicked, forbidden way I've ever pleasured the women I've brought home.
I've promised to protect this girl, but
there's only so much a man can resist...
***
I've wanted him for years.
Jack Bennett is sinfully gorgeous,
utterly charming, and, as rumor has it, a GOD in bed.
The time has come to shed my virginity,
join the ranks of women having sex in the city, and learn how to please a man.
Who else would I ask but him? My
teenage crush, and the only man who has ever made my bones melt with one dark,
sinful look.
The problem is--someone doesn't want me
to move beyond the fear and pain of the past, and that someone is closing in on
me..
Excerpt:
The
bartender approached her. As she opened her mouth to order, he said, “You’re
Eva?”
She
straightened, surprised. “Yes.”
He
slid a vodka martini, her favorite drink, over to her. Underneath the
glass, on top of the Sky Deck napkin, was a folded note. She felt her face
flush as she reached for it. He’s going to tell me he made a mistake. He’s
going to say he can’t make it. The breeze on her body suddenly felt like ice,
prying the goosebumps up from her skin. She unfolded the note and read, Go to the restroom.
Eva
wrinkled her nose. Well, okay.
Peeing. That sounds romantic.
She’d
heard a hundred stories about how smooth Jack was. She’d seen him in action
enough as well. He could charm the panties off any girl, just by leaning in,
touching her hand, and talking to her like she was the most important woman in
the world. Eva had always thought she’d probably faint dead away if he ever
focused his attention on her. Not that she hadn’t fantasized about it— she had,
a million times, but a bathroom break had never been part of those dreams. Her
knees wobbled as she took a small sip of her drink, then a larger one.
Then
she downed the whole thing in one long gulp. She needed it.
Licking
her lips, she slid off the stool and headed down the hallway toward the
restrooms, her equilibrium slightly off in the four-inch peep-toe heels Georgie
had insisted on. When she closed the door behind her, she checked her
reflection in the mirror. Despite the alcohol swirling inside her, she looked
terrified.
She
took a deep breath. Then another. “Calm down, dammit!” she commanded in her
best, gruff Georgie voice. “You can do this.”
She
opened the door and stepped outside again, feeling only slightly better about
herself. She didn’t have time to worry much more, however. Before she could
head out of the hallway, a door opened to her side and a heavy hand clamped
around her upper arm, pulling her into a darkened room.
She
blinked, her eyes adjusting to the dimness as a voice hissed, “Don’t ever drink
a cocktail that you haven’t personally watched the bartender pour.”
Jack.
Talking
like that, he sounded like Antonio. She opened her mouth to tell him she
could take care of herself, but before she could, his mouth found hers, needy,
urgent. His tongue expertly delved into her mouth, staking a claim.
She’d
spent so many nights thinking about the taste and feel of his lips, but the
fantasy could never have matched this. He tasted like she’d thought he would,
like mint and Cubans and that insanely sexy aftershave that he wore. Holy crap,
Jack Bennett is kissing me. The thought flittered through her mind for the
briefest of moments before she went completely numb to everything but the
intense sensation of heat— everywhere, exploding like a thousand fireworks
inside her.
Jack
wrapped his arms around her and tangled his fingers in her hair, keeping her
mouth to his, assuring her there was nothing half-hearted about this encounter.
Either he wanted this as much as she did, or he was very good at pretending.
No,
this wasn’t pretend. He was in. All in. His tongue, lips, teeth, and
powerful chest pressed to hers.
His
lips drifted down her jaw line, and he tugged aside the fabric of her dress,
finding her collarbone. His hand roughly cupped her breast, his thumb rubbing
the outline of her hard nipple. His touch sent sparks racing through her. Her
entire body screamed with arousal as he tilted her head back, leaving her to
stare helplessly up at the ceiling light. Her head spun as his tongue snaked
its way down her neck.
“First
lesson,” he rasped against her skin.
Coming Soon:
Take Me
I want more of her. All of
her.
I want to drive her wild
every single night until she's learned all the sinfully wicked things I
need to teach her.
But someone is trying to tear
us apart. Someone’s gunning for my company too. What they don’t know is
that I’m the kind of man who protects what's his.
My family, my business, and
this woman.
I will do whatever it takes.
Just try me.
About Sophie
Holloway
Sophie Holloway is from her favorite city on earth--Manhattan. When she's not writing, she's
likely lost in a museum, basking in the sun in Central
Park, or making excuses to buy gourmet cupcakes. She likes shoes,
rooftop parties, lockets with surprises inside, arts and crafts (both in equal
measure), long goodbyes, longer hellos, good friends, strong coffee and even
stronger men. She hopes to meet her very own Prince Charming someday soon!
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