Book Blurb:
Salon owner Virginia Boca has declared
herself celibate...at least until she wins the election for mayor of Bluelick,
Kentucky. No hot men. No sex. And her plan to play the good girl might have
worked—if the mysterious, hard-bodied stranger she’s seen around town hadn't
pulled her from the street and saved her life. The least Ginny can do is offer
her savior a free haircut.
But when an innocent haircut turns into hours
of wickedly hot sex, former Navy SEAL Shaun Buchanan knows his plan to keep a
low profile is shot. Especially once Ginny finds out he’s the current mayor's
son. With her reputation and the election on the line, Ginny seems determined
to keep their nightly sexcapades a secret, but Shaun’s not willing to stay in
the shadows forever…
Excerpt from Falling for the Enemy:
She
cupped his balls at the same time she stroked him, stopping just shy of the
flare of his head. “So, you’re touching yourself, and thinking of me, and…”
His head
dropped back of its own accord, and his breath quickened. “I’d dream of you
kneeling between my legs, opening your mouth, and letting me fuck you like that
until I was the only thing you’d taste for the rest of your life.”
While
they both watched, liquid beaded at the head of his cock and trembled there. He
shivered when she used the pad of her thumb to swipe it, pressing down hard
enough to explore the small opening. Then she brought her thumb to her mouth
and licked it clean.
Eyes locked on him, she gripped his thighs,
spreading them slightly, and brought her mouth so close her breath ruffled the
hair around the base of his cock. “Could I trouble you to do the honors?”
Hell
yes. He gripped his shaft and guided it to her lips. She opened her mouth,
fully prepared to take him in, but he delayed their gratification by tracing
his tip along her upper lip. “You have the softest lips, Virginia. Even before
I ever kissed you, I knew they’d feel amazing.” He dragged his tip along her
lower lip and couldn’t hold back a groan.
She
chased him with her tongue, wetting her lips in the process. “Having them
sealed around you is going to feel even better.”
He
placed his hand on the top of her head, spearing his fingers through her hair.
“Don’t rush me. This is my dream, remember?”
“I
remember everything. Tell me what comes next.”
Why he
wanted to torture himself he couldn’t say, but he wanted to savor this. “Kiss
it…just the tip. With those plush lips of yours. No tongue, yet.”
She wet
her lips again, puckered them, and rubbed them over the tip he held out for
her. Somehow he managed to keep his eyes open, even though they wanted to roll
back in his head. Then she parted her lips to take him deeper.
“Not
yet,” he ground out, still hoping against hope to make this last more than
three seconds.
“I can’t
wait. I want to cradle the weight of you in my mouth. I want to hear you beg as
I take you in.” She tightened her hold on his thighs and aimed a plaintive look
at him.
“Sweet
Virginia, you’ve got me so worked up I can’t trust myself. If you let me in
your mouth, I’m going to own it. I’ve been fantasizing about this too long to
sit by like a gentleman while you have your fun.”
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Author Bio:
Wine
lover, sleep fanatic, and USA Today Bestselling Author of sexy contemporary
romance novels, Samanthe Beck lives in Malibu, California, with her
long-suffering but extremely adorable husband and their elementary-aged
turbo-son. Throw in a furry ninja named Kitty and Bebe the trash talking Chihuahua
and you get the whole, chaotic picture.
When
not clinging to sanity by her fingernails or dreaming up fun, fan-your-cheeks
sexy ways to get her characters to happily-ever-afters, she searches for the
perfect cabernet to pair with Ambien.
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