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Wicked Book Event 2
Big things are in the works! Such as? A chance for yourself and a guest to win Sunday night dinner cruise on the Jungle Queen with myself and a few other best-selling authors!
This is an addition to all the other activities planned, folks!
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Wicked Book Event raffle!
Sign up for your chance to win a ticket to the epic Wicked Book Event in Ft. Lauderdale, FL, on Saturday March 8th along with a Friday night boat excursion ticket!
In addition, tons of ebooks by some great authors are being given away! Check out the Rafflecoptor link below...
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Grace Street Teaser Pleaser
“I waited nearly two hours before I left,” she whispered as her confidence waned in the face of his unnerving stare.
“The point is: you left. And now I’m to decide on how to deal with your insubordination.”
Her lashes flew up in shock when his eyes suddenly filled with fierce sparkling. He appeared as if he was thrilled with her ‘insubordination.’ When he stood and moved near her, she was still too startled by his statement to bolt in the opposite direction. She eyed him warily, his cat-like movements mesmerizing and spine tingling.
“What are you…” is all she could get out before he seated himself next to her and covered her mouth.
“Shh,” he breathed into her ear as one of his hands began to unloosen the tie around his neck.
When he was free of it, he gently pushed her onto her back, laying her out on the chaise. In a flash, his hot mouth was all over her as he pinned her down beneath his strong body; first her eyelids, cheeks, briefly on her mouth, then on her neck. His tongue flicked and licked its way down to her covered breasts and she moaned, enjoying the frenzied and unpredictable movements of his hands all over her. His touches were everywhere and she couldn’t focus on one sensation before another new one would suddenly overwhelm her. As her skirt hiked up around her hips, her pussy dampened and she opened her legs to him, eager to have him.
“So trusting…” he ground out between his teeth as if agitated by the thought.
Yes, she was. Too trusting. And she knew it. But damn the consequences – she wanted him deep inside of her. Keeping her eyes tightly closed, she hadn’t even realized when he brought her hands down and over her belly and looped his tie around her wrists. When she felt the tug of the silk and the blood constrict in her palms, her eyes popped open and her body tensed. She tried to sit up but Mr. Black’s large hands pushed her shoulders back down and he repositioned his body over hers, straddling her and rendering her completely immobile.
“Now you’re really mine to do with whatever I want,” his lips parted in a dazzling display of straight, white teeth and his sparkling green eyes glowing in the darkening room as the sun began to set.
Good God, that smile. It was stunning beyond words. He hadn’t yet graced her with a smile like that and it was hard to take her eyes off of him. And the boyish look on his stubbled face? Whatever reservation she had about him and his intentions melted in an instance, her body relaxing into the velvet cushion beneath her.
His long fingers touched the buttons of her shirt just as she raised her bound hands above her head. Locking eyes, he tugged hard and in one motion, all the ornamented buttons flew off her blouse as he ripped it open. Elsa gasped. She loved that shirt and now she was out not only her favorite skirt, but one of her beloved tops. Not that she gave too much thought to it. She was too thrilled and horrified at his actions to truly care.
Yanking the lacy fabric of her bra under her breasts, his fingertips skimmed her flesh and his mouth crushed down into her bosom, his teeth plucking and nipping at her tender and under-used nipples. Just when she began to ease into the rhythm of his sucking, he abruptly sat up, his malachite eyes dark like ominous storm clouds.
“My word is law, Elsa. L-A-W,” he emphasized. “When I say I expect something to be done, what I mean is: Don’t fucking think – just do as I say. It’s not a difficult concept to wrap that pretty little head of yours around. My house. My rules. Are you getting it now?”
Copyright Ella Dominguez, 2014
