Howdy, everyone! It’s hard to believe but it’s a new month with a new release! I’m going to try something new–instead of commenting to win, I’m going to try a Rafflecopter for this month’s prize. Bear with me!
Speaking of prizes, let’s give a shout-out to last month’s winner, Teresa Forduce! Congratulations, Teresa! You win a print book bundle of the Men of the White Sandy plus NotMy1stRodeo.com! Email your snail-mail address to firstname.lastname@example.org!
Okay, on to this month’s release, His Illegitimate Heir! We’re back with those crazy Beaumonts–only this time, it’s the children patriarch Hardwick Beaumont shunted off to the side. The three men will no longer be ignored!
Here’s the blurb:
This boss broke all the rules for just one night—a night with consequences…
A Beaumont by blood, Zeb Richards has waited years to take the company that’s rightfully his. But ownership of the Beaumont Brewery means dealing with a formidable adversary: brewmaster Casey Johnson. She’s insubordinate and opinionated—so why does Zeb burn to lay claim to the tempestuous beauty?
Casey earned her place at the company she loves, and no CEO—no matter how irresistible—will come between her and her ambitions. Until one night of wild abandon shifts the balance of power. Now Casey is falling for her boss…and expecting his baby!
And now–just for you guys!–a super steamy excerpt!
“This is what you want, isn’t it?” Zeb thrust against her. “You want me to take you here, on the countertop, because I can’t wait long enough to get you into a bed?”
Every word was punctuated by another thrust. And every thrust was punctuated by a low moan that Casey couldn’t have held if she’d tried.
“God, yes,” she whimpered as her hips shimmied against his. This was better. Zeb was overpowering her senses, hard and fast. She didn’t want to think. She just wanted to feel.
“I wonder,” he said in a voice that bordered on ruthless, “if I should bite you here,” he said as he traced a pattern on her shoulders with his tongue, “or here—” and he kissed the top of her left breast “—or…here.” With that, he crouched down and nipped her inner thigh, and even though she could barely feel his teeth through the denim, she still shuddered with anticipation. This was better. This was things going according to script.
“D, all of the above.” It was at that point that she discovered a problem. Zeb wore his hair close-cropped—there was nothing for her to thread her fingers through, nothing for her to hold on to as he rubbed along the seam of her jeans, over her very center.
But her hips bucked when he pressed against her. “Look at you,” he growled as he came to his feet. “Just look at you.”
She sucked in a ragged gasp when his hands moved and then he was undoing the button of her jeans and sliding down the zipper.
“I’d rather look at you,” she told him as she lifted one hip and then the other off the countertop so he could work her jeans down. “You are, hands down, the most gorgeous man I’ve ever seen.”
She let her hands skim over his shoulders and down his arms. It wasn’t fair—there wasn’t an ounce of fat on him. She was going to have to revise her opinion of men in suits, she thought dimly as he peeled her jeans the rest of the way off her legs.
“I can’t wait,” he growled in her ear, the raw urgency in his voice sending another shiver of desire through her body. He pulled the thin cotton of her panties to one side and then his erection was grinding directly against her. “Are you on something? Do you have something?”
“I’m on the Pill,” she told him, her hips flexing to meet his. In that moment, she did feel desirable and wanted. His finger tested her body and she moaned into him. She might not be sensual or gorgeous, but she could still do this to a man—drive him so crazy with need that he couldn’t even wait to get her undressed all the way.
“Now,” she told him. “Now, Zeb. Please.”
She didn’t have to ask twice. He positioned himself at her entrance. “You’re so ready for me. God, just look at you.” But he didn’t thrust into her. Instead, it appeared he was actually going to look at her.
She pushed back against her insecurity as he studied her. She knew she couldn’t measure up to his other lovers—a man that looked like him? He could have his pick of women. Hell, she wasn’t even sure why he was here with her—except for the fact that she was…well, . “Why are you stopping? Don’t stop.”
“Is that how you want it? Hard and fast?” Even as he asked, he moved, pushing into her inch by agonizing inch.
“Zeb.” Even as she wrapped her legs around his hips and tried to draw him in farther. And when that worked only to a point, she wrapped her arms around his waist and dug her fingernails into his back.
That did the trick. With a roar of desire, he thrust forward and sank all the way into her. Oh, . She took him in easily, moaning with desire. “Is that what you want?”
She heard his self-control hanging by a thread.
So she raked her nails up and down his back—not hard enough to break skin, but more than enough that he could feel it. He withdrew and thrust into her again, this time harder and faster.
“Yes,” she whimpered. “More.” She leaned her head back, lifting her chest up to him. “I need more.”
Without breaking rhythm, he bent down and nipped at her breast again.
“More,” she demanded because she was already so, so close. She needed just a little something to push her over the edge.
“I love a woman who knows what she wants.” He sucked her nipple into his mouth—hard. There was just a hint of pain around the edges of the pleasure and it shocked her to her very core in the best way possible.
“Oh, God—” But anything else she would’ve tried to say got lost as his mouth worked on her and he buried himself in her again and again.
The orgasm snapped back on her like a rubber band pulled too tight, so strong she couldn’t even cry out. She couldn’t breathe—she couldn’t think. All she could do was feel. It was everything she wanted and more. Everything she’d wanted since she’d stormed into his office that very first day and seen him. Ruthless seduction and mind-blowing climaxes and want and need all blended together into mindless pleasure.
Zeb relinquished his hold on her breast and buried his face in her neck, driving in harder and harder. She felt his teeth on her again, just as he promised. And then his hands moved between them and his thumb pressed against her sex as he thrust harder, and this time, Casey did scream. The orgasm shook through her and left her rag-doll limp as he thrust one final time and then froze. His shoulders slumped and he pulled her in close.
“God, Casey…” She took it as a source of personal pride that he sounded shaky. “That was .”
All she could do was sigh. That was enough. She’d take every day of the week.
HOT STUFF!! But you know it’s not going to be *that* easy for Zeb and Casey!
This month’s prize (trying out Rafflecopter!) is for a hodge-podge of Beaumonts! I have the British Duo of His Son, Her Secret (with bonus book by Barbara Dunlop, The Baby Contract!) and Falling For Her Fake Fiance PLUS a super-early advance copy of the December Beaumont story, Rich Rancher for Christmas! Read it now before it’s on shelves!
Stay tuned for next month, when I’ll have a cute little story about a Christmas Pony! ‘Tis fast becoming the season! Until then, have a great October, everyone!