A Contemporary Romance/Thriller
By Alexandra Richland
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BONUS CONTENT includes four short stories written exclusively for this release. "Pleasant But Not Nice" takes a closer look at the friendship between Kelly Sheridan and Denim Jacobson prior to Sara Peters' arrival in New York. "The Five R's" accompanies Sean Mavis and Christopher Maida on a stakeout and reveals their initial impressions of Kelly and Denim. "Dust" is an intimate look at Trenton Merrick's relief efforts in Haiti days after the devastating earthquake. "The Celibate Spy" transports us back to 1968 when Randall Wolverhampton takes on his first mission as a junior agent in MI6, Britain's foreign intelligence agency. PLUS the first chapter of the upcoming sequel to Frontline coming in 2014.
Trenton stops halfway up the stairs and glances over his shoulder. “Is something wrong?”
I remain on the step below him and pry my hand from his. “I already know what’s up there. I don’t need to see it.”
He lifts his eyebrows. “And what would that be?”
“Well, let’s see.” I tick off the list on my fingers. “You’ve shown me your dining hall, library, conservatory, playroom, ballroom, parlor, and weapons room—almost every type of room known to man—so I can say with confidence that this wing houses the bedrooms, more specifically, your bedroom.”
A smirk plays across Trenton’s lips. “Why does visiting my bedroom bother you? Are you afraid I’ll have a better chance seducing you there as opposed to other rooms in the house?”
I roll my eyes, despite that the notion of him seducing me in any capacity sounds all kinds of amazing. “No, I just don’t think your ego would be able to recover after I refuse you again.”
My heart leaps as he descends to my step, his eyes dark with desire and determination.
“Then you leave me no choice. I’ll just have to seduce you right here.”
I keep my chin up. “What makes you so sure I’d cave?”
Trenton brings his hand around the back of my neck and pulls my face closer, resting his warm lips against my ear. “Because your blush gives you away, Miss Peters.”
My hand flies out to steady myself, landing right in the middle of his chest. The corners of his mouth lift triumphantly. I close my eyes as he strokes the back of my neck and presses his lips to mine, softly and sensually, though his embrace feels purposeful.
Soon, he eases me backward and presses me against the wall. My breath hitches as he lifts my hands and pins them over my head.
“Damn it, I want you.” He lets go of my wrists and runs his fingers up my bare thighs to my butt, hiking up my dress. “You have one hot body, you know that?”
He pulls at the back of my thong and lets it go, snapping the strap against my skin.
I yelp and drop my arms to my sides.
He smirks. “Nice panties, too.”
“Make sure those hands don’t wander beneath those nice panties, got it?”
Trenton moves his hand back to my butt. “That’s your loss, Miss Peters.”
With a devious smile, I tug on the ends of his loose tie and bring him closer until our noses touch. “No, I’d say the loss is all yours, Mr. Merrick. Now please obey my rule and kiss me.”
A low growl reverberates in Trenton’s throat as his lips capture mine. They aren’t reunited for long. My head falls back against the wall with the commencement of his thrusts, and within moments, my legs are wrapped around his waist and my hands are buried in his hair.
The rhythm of our bodies is a divine blend of desperation and all-consuming passion, Trenton’s dedication to my pleasure dragging me into a sweet abyss of desire where I lose my bearings, willing to completely let go and trust him to take care of me at my most vulnerable.
“Tell me how I make you feel, Sara.” Trenton drifts his lips across my cheek, kneading my ass with his strong hands.
I struggle to reply through my panting. “What about how I make you feel?”
“This isn’t about me,” he says, dispensing hot kisses down my neck. “I will always put you first . . . always.”
I gasp from the sensation of his tongue venturing lower . . . teasing . . . swirling.
“I want to take you to my bed, Sara.”
Another hot kiss to my neck. Another brush of his tongue along my skin.
“Let me do this right, like you deserve.”
I smile and shake my head. “Not going to happen. Not tonight.”
Trenton presses me firmer against the wall. “Then I’ll finish this right here.”
He removes one hand from my ass and massages my breast over my dress. My head flies back on a whimper; my hands make a mess of his hair.
“I want you to come for me, Sara.” His thumb and forefinger tease my nipple while his mouth stakes claim to my throat. “You want that, too, don’t you?”
“Oh, yes. Yes!”
I close my eyes as his sensual kisses and the feel of him between my legs usher me toward my release. Then someone clears their throat.
And it’s not Trenton.
About the Author Alexandra Richland spends rotating twelve-hour shifts working as a registered nurse at a Toronto hospital, indulging in her love of science and medicine, and caring for patients with their own unique tales to tell. When she is not on duty, Alexandra escapes into her own imagination. Therein lies a fantasy world of thrilling adventure, gorgeous men, classic Hollywood glamour, exotic getaways, and a seductive dose of romance. Alexandra captures these stories in her popular novels, The Starlight Trilogy and Frontline, and her short story, Gilded Cage. Website | Facebook | Twitter a Rafflecopter giveaway