Here’s the line-up of guest authors for my Release Contest, which begins next Monday, January 11th. I’m following up with an excerpt from Release. (Don’t read it if you have a thing against alpha males).
January 11, Kelly Jamieson
January 12, Vivi Anna
January 13, Elisabeth Naughton
January 14, Vonna Harper
January 15, Beth Williamson
January 18, Beth Kery
January 19, Juniper Bell
January 20, Shelli Stevens
January 21, Larissa Ione
January 22, Megan Hart
January 25, Julie James
January 27, Jaci Burton
January 28, Juliana Stone
January 29, Kari Thomas
Daily prizes will be given away, followed by a drawing for a $100 Amazon gift certificate on Febrary 2! Check back on Sunday for contest rules.
Release by Beth Kery
His need for her was so absolute, he agreed to share her with another man in order to possess her.
Genny loved her husband Max, but something was missing—a sexual charge that was instead ignited by his business partner, Sean. He was ruggedly handsome, with a heart-stopping smile and a slow, sexy New Orleans drawl that made Genny weak. The more time they spent together, the stronger the attraction between them became and when her husband offered to share her with Sean for one intoxicating night, both Genny and Sean were too tempted to refuse.
That night in the company penthouse, Max and Sean showed Genny the heights of ecstasy. But it was Sean who scored her very spirit, and one-on-one, they were red hot. But as Genny learns, there’s a price to pay for such impulsive pleasure. What began as a night of forbidden desire spirals into a whirlpool of murder, sensual submission, secrets, and a scorching passion that threatens to consume everyone it touches.
Genevieve’s bath water began to cool around her. She should get out before she became as cold as she had been when they’d come in from the snowstorm. An image of her ransacked studio leapt into her mind’s eye. She thought of Sean out there in the penthouse . . . waiting. A delicious thrill of anticipation went through her body, but so did a tremor of anxiety.
She reached for the hot water tap and leaned back again in the tub.
It would all be so much easier if she’d never slept with him—if she didn’t know about his demanding manner of making love . . .
If she hadn’t responded so wholeheartedly to Sean’s dominant nature in bed.
It was strange, but somehow her submission to Sean—submission to her own desire—on that New Year’s Eve night had become all mixed up in her mind with Max’s manipulations, and later the horror of being told he was dead. It was exciting beyond belief to think of making love to Sean, but it also caused dread to expand in her belly.
It’d been her desperate need for Sean that’d been at the root of all the grief that followed, all the ugliness.
It’d been the basis for her sexual submission on that night. Her love for Sean had also been the match that had ignited an explosion of deceit and violence.
She sat up abruptly, sloshing the water around in the tub when the bathroom door opened. Sean walked in. He shut the door and leaned against it. For several tense seconds, they stared at each other across the expanse of the warm, humid bathroom. Genevieve swallowed convulsively when she saw the fierce blaze in his blue eyes.
She remembered that look all too well.
He pushed himself off the door and came toward her. “I brought you a glass of wine. I thought you might need it. To relax a little.”
Her eyes widened when she took in his low, intimate tone. He paused next to the tub and glanced down at her body. His gaze seemed to scorch her wet, naked skin. Her nipples prickled and tightened. Her eyes were on the same level of his long, strong, jean-covered thighs. He handed her the wineglass. She reached out for it automatically. Her gaze traveled up his body to meet his stare.
His facial muscles had pulled tight with desire—and determination.
“You said I’m not aloud to talk about that night, Genny, so I won’t. But I want you to know something: I won’t bow down to guilt. Not mine. Not even yours. Do you understand?”
Her eyes burned as he held her stare. She nodded.
“Good,” he said softly. He touched the fingers wrapped around the glass. “Drink some, girl.”
She watched him as she drank and her pulse throbbed at her throat. He looked magnificent to her at that moment. For the life of her, she couldn’t imagine how she’d managed to stay away from him for three years.
He took the glass from her a moment later and set it at the edge of the large tub.
She leaned forward and twisted the tap, shutting off the water. She stood before him, water dripping off her body. His heated gaze raked over her, lingering on her breasts before he looked up at her face.
“Our first time wasn’t what either of us would have wished for, but it’s over and done, and we can’t change it. I know you’re nervous. I am, too, a little, so I’m going to make this as easy as possible. You’re going to get out of that tub, I’m going to dry you off, and then we’re going out to the couch, where it’s nice and warm. I’m going to take off my clothes,” he murmured, his voice growing gruffer with each word he spoke, “and I’m going to put myself inside you, girl—where I belong. Nothin’ fancy, I promise. Just me and you. Do you think you can handle that?”
Her heartbeat throbbed in her ears as she stared into his blazing blue eyes. Anxiety? Guilt? No.
Nothing existed but Sean at that moment.
Release, Feb 2 from Berkley Sensation