I’m thrilled to be included in the Valentine’s Rewind Blog Hop with so many talented authors. I hope that you’ll take the time to visit their blogs and learn about their books…and maybe win some free goodies. Anyone who leaves a comment below will be entered into a random drawing where one reader will win a $15 Amazon gift card and another some fabulous romance books.
My debut, All For You, is a spicy You've Got Mail about a one night stand gone wrong set against the vivid Portland, Oregon music scene and in the close quarters of a tour bus. When a flirty businesswoman and her grass roots marketing firm take on the smoldering CEO of a mega PR corporation in an attempt to sign an up-and-coming rock group, the temperatures scorch in a battle for the band and the bedroom. All For You pubs November 2016 from Sourcebooks Casablanca.
Think: Armani and metal, tattoos and ties. The Rock ‘n’ Ink series features Portland’s vivid music scene as the setting for ambitious, conservative suits and inked-up, edgy rockers giving a whole new definition to mergers and acquisitions.
Kevan popped up in the corner and leaned over to turn a lamp on, flooding the room with a soft light that made her pale skin glow. She was fucking beautiful. Gorgeous. Like a wicked pinup angel or a rainbow breaking through the clouds after a brutal Portland rainstorm. A nervous smile flitted across her face and her chest rose and fell as she breathed in.
“I’m not naked. Are you going to punish me?” She angled her chin down and batted her eyelashes. Her darkening cheeks giving hint to her battling nerves.
A brave girl. No smile, just a mischievous gleam in her eyes. Mason stood still for a moment, admiring the way her dark hair fell over her shoulder and contrasted with her skin. No, she wasn’t naked, but she had removed her dress and was standing there in the sexiest lingerie he’d ever seen. She wore lavender silk and gray lace. Good God, did women even wear garters anymore?
And the shoes. She left those impossibly high, shiny purple shoes on. Mason was a pretty self-aware guy who recognized his own virtual plethora of kinks. But not until he’d seen those shoes on her did it ever occur to him to add shoes to the list. Or maybe it’s the woman in the shoes. Again, he pushed his errant thoughts a side. Instead, he took one long stride toward Kevan.
Her faltering smile was his cue. No more games. He spread his arms wide. “You’re fucking perfect. Come here.” And it was the truth. He’d assumed she was different – unique – when he’d watched her work her way through the club, but he suspected he’d never met a woman like her before.
She tipped her head down, but couldn’t hide the relief in the upward curve of her full mouth. He wanted to devour her. Wanted to worship her. Wanted every single bit of her. And she was going to give it to him.
She took two shaky, but resolute, steps toward him. Arms still down, she slowly raised her gaze to meet his. He cupped her face gently. So gently, though he wanted to yank her body to his. She deserved better. She deserved more. But tonight was all he could offer. Without words, he asked if she was ready. Ready for him. She nodded almost imperceptibly.
Thank the fucking universe.
Mason caressed the smooth skin of her cheek with his thumb, then slowly and deliberately drew his index finger down her face, feeling the downy texture under the soft curve of her jawline, and down the slender slope of her neck. Her skin was satin under his weathered fingertip. She shivered and it lit a fire in him. A fire he’d kept in check until the moment he felt her shake beneath him. He gently stroked her collarbone and traced the colored hearts tattooed there as he’d done in the bar, and then dragged his fingers to her chest and over her breasts. The fullness of the bottom of her tits fit perfectly in the palm of his hand. So heavy and full. Her body was the perfect escape from the stresses of the day, the reality of his suddenly claustrophobic life.
She gasped, a soft exhale as his thumb abraded her swollen nipple through her silk bra. “Do you like that?”
She smiled, but stayed quiet.
“Gentle or rough?”
Her head fell back, but still she kept his gaze. No answer.
He tugged slightly harder with his thumb and forefinger. Giving enough pinch of pleasure and erotic pain to bring her back into the moment. Back to him. She smiled around a quick intake of air. God, she was sexy.
“Answer me, beautiful girl. Gentle or rough?” His voice sounded alien to him. Low and gruffer than his normal tone. If he wasn’t careful, soon he’d give up all pretense of seduction and rut her like a wild animal.
“Rough.” Her voice was barely a whisper. Her dark lashes brushed her cheek as she arched into his hand. “Please.”
The growl rose deep from his belly surprising him when it burst from his mouth. It wasn’t that she wanted his hands on her roughly. Oh no, it was the soft, but resolute “please” following her answer. This beautiful dark angel with the blue streaks and pinup body liked it how he did. Rough. Passionate. Hopefully dirty.
Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed this excerpt of All for You! The next stop on the hop is Amber Beldene, so look for her first thing tomorrow! And, if you've missed any of the posts, not to worry,just visit Tamsen's blog and catch up! Be sure to comment on each story to be eligible for the massive giveaway at the end. Thanks for joining us for #ValentinesRewind! ♥