Sex, Heat and Hunger: Part 2
The Dark and Damaged Hearts Series Book 4
Release Day April 29th 2017
From handshake to obsession…
Emma Everly only ever dreamed of meeting a
man like millionaire project developer James Shaw. She never imaged she
would fall in love with him, a man so intense, so dominating he radiates power
and control no matter where he goes. What begins as a sex-only arrangement for
pleasure becomes a heated, hungry, all-consuming obsession. James claims the
keys to her heart and her mind, opening them to the wilder side of sex and
bondage. But her painful history with relationships gets in the way of
accepting that he finds her beautiful and worthy of love.
James is devoted to caring for Emma’s every
need, but his past haunts him, too. Guarded and evasive, he avoids Emma’s
questions, unwilling to divulge his secrets. She knows the only way to truly
earn James’ trust and get him to open his heart is to show him just how
committed she is. Despite her lingering fears and people determined to tear
them apart, can she go all-in and give herself entirely to him, body and soul?
Excerpt
Turning around and taking me in his
arms, he kissed me soundly, his tongue wasting no time with formalities and
wedging its way between my lips, savouring me, tasting me. I tasted him in
return, whimpering slightly as the rush of need ran rampant through me. I
wilted against him and let his big hands cradle my back, arching me against him
so I could feel just how much me
missed me.
“Hi,” I managed to say after I caught
my breath, James’ cobalt eyes twinkling with love. I ran my hands up and into
his hair, pulling ever so slightly on the dark silky strands.
He growled low and manly. “God, I
missed you.” His lips against my neck, peppered kisses up one side and down the
other.
“I missed you too.” I put the grocery
bag up on the counter and went over to peek inside the oven; it was chicken
parmesan —yum. “I thought we were just going to take my parents out for dinner
tonight, and then maybe eat in tomorrow night. You said you had to work late.”
He lifted one sexy shoulder. “Yeah, I
know, but I worked so much over the last three days that I’m just drained, and I want to make a good
impression on your folks. And I’m dying
to fuck you. Serious blue-balls here.” He pinned me against the counter with
his hard body. “It’s been a long hard week. Very hard, if you get my drift. And
you smell so damn good.” He thrust his hips into mine, deftly rotating them, my
eyes closed from the delicious friction against my clit. Even with layers of
clothes between us, the man drove me wild,
made me swoon, made me yearn to yield to him. “Do we have time for a quickie
before they get here?” He wiggled his eyebrows and then tilted his head down to
nip at my neck.
“Probably not.” I pouted. “They’ll be
here any minute. Are you nervous?” I reluctantly pushed out of his grasp and
started putting the groceries away in the fridge.
“No. Well,
maybe a little. I haven’t really done the
whole ‘meet the parents’ thing before, and I really
want them to like me. I’m kind of in love with their daughter, you know? Besotted in fact.” I looked at him and
raised my eyebrows. “Oh yeah…” He nodded. "I bought a Word of the Day Calendar,
I need to keep up with your verbose
loquacity, and today’s word was besotted.”
He poured a glass of Zinfandel and
handed it to me as I giggled at his use of the new word, his playful grin making my knees weak and my core tighten in need.
“I know.” I wrapped my arms around his
neck and stood on my toes, so I was eye
level with his mouth. “They’ll love you, don’t worry. And I’m besotted with you too.”
Suddenly there was a knock at the
door. I looked at the clock on the microwave,
it said six thirty —show time!
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About
the Author
Whitley Cox is an English Major turned Psych
Major, who after all was said and done came out with a B.A. in Psychology, and
then subsequently moved to Indonesia to teach English. But after finding out
that the school was not on the up and up (when Immigration came to scope out
the teachers she was forced to hide in a closet because the school had not
actually purchased a work permit for her), she broke her contract and took off
traveling. Only to then return home and start working with children on the
Autism spectrum as an intervention therapist, and begin writing her first book.
A West Coast baby born and raised, Whitley is
married to her high school sweetheart and together they have a spirited toddler
and a fluffy dog. She spends her days making food that gets thrown on the
floor, vacuuming Cheerios out from under the couch and making sure that the dog
food doesn’t end up in the air conditioner. But when nap time comes, and it’s
not quite wine o’clock, Whitley sits down, avoids the pile of laundry on the
couch, and writes.
A lover of all things decadent; wine, cheese,
chocolate and spicy erotic romance, Whitley brings the humorous side of sex,
the ridiculous side of relationships and the suspense of everyday life into her
stories. With mommy wars, body issues, threesomes, bondage and role playing,
these books have everything we need to satisfy the curious kink in all of us.
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