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Release date: September 20th, 2013
Erotic Contemporary Romance
Musa Publishing
Available at Publisher
Never mix business with pleasure, unless pleasure is your
business.
BLURB:
Photojournalist Emily
Peters gives herself the perfect birthday gift - a weekend in Paris. Her
excitement builds when she hits the scene of the exclusive S&G Club.
Exposing the truth behind their private pleasure chambers and the elite who
frequent them will be the diamond in her career crown. At least Em thinks so
until she’s tied up in knots by the Devil himself.
British restaurateur
Nicholas Caine visits Paris to check on his S&G Club investment and to
sample its many benefits. Nick’s not on the hunt until he encounters a tiger
that pretends to be a kitten. There’s no doubt she’ll satisfactorily flex her
claws given the right incentive.
What starts as a prime
photo opportunity evolves into a weekend of erotic fantasies as Nick awakens
Emily’s dark passions.
Adult Teaser Excerpt:
“These
are the voyeur rooms.”
Emily
jumped at the deep voice in the quiet hallway.
Dammit.
She’d been caught snooping and had no plausible excuse to save her nosey ass.
Her
hunky dessert server nodded to the long line of wooden doors on either side of
the deep red plush carpet. “Perhaps you would like a glimpse inside one?”
Offense
is the best defense.
Sexy
as he was, a girl still had to be careful. She drew herself up to her full five-feet-eight-inches.
“Is the waitstaff allowed up on the second floor?”
“Only
by special request of a member.” His lips twitched at the corners. “Do you have
any specialties you would like to request, Emily?”
“No. And
if I did, what business is it of yours?” The broad corridor shrunk to a tunnel
as the temperature soared.
“Perhaps
a cool beverage would soothe your flushed face.” He reached for her elbow, his
fingers warm and strong. She surprised herself by not backing away. “Shall we?”
“Since
we’re going to become new best friends, what’s your name?” She squeaked out the
words.
“Nicholas
Caine.” He trailed his gaze slowly down her body, then back up. “And I hope we
will be more than friends.”
Her
panties filled with moisture. She needed to create a diversion and calm her
senses.
“You’re British, aren’t you?”
“Spot
on, but I suspect after twenty years of photographing the world you have
learned to place many accents.” His full lips curved into a smile.
And her
nipples tingled.
“To
answer your other question, yes I am allowed up here. I happen to be one of the
owners.”
He twisted
the brass handle, opened the carved door, and motioned for her to enter. She
stepped across the threshold into another era, something right out of a Louis
XVI antechamber.
Soft
lighting from a table lamp lent a warm glow to the wine-colored leather
wingback chair and matching footstool. An antique table held a delicately
painted plate laden with foie gras and
a crystal bowl piled high with black caviar nestled on a bed of ice. To the
other side of the chair a magnum of Moet & Chandon Champagne and two
glasses were chilling in a large silver bucket.
“Everything
close at hand for your friendly voyeur.” Just her misfortune she wasn’t alone.
Taking a photograph with him in the room was too damned risky.
“We
like our members to be happy, contented.” He took a step closer as the door
shut with a soft snick.
And
her heart banged against her rib cage…
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