(G-Man Series #3)
Synopsis:
There's a new Alpha in town… and he's a Brit!
Darcy Nicole Sheridan, is 22 years-old, beautiful, single, spirited, sexy and - spoiled. She knows that about herself. Raised by wealthy (and doting) parents as an only child, Darcy pretty much coasts through life until her heart was inexplicably broken by her boyfriend, Darin.
To ease the pain, Darcy flies to Belize over the holidays fully intending to wallow in self-pity and distance herself from her ex. Her pity party is short-lived however, after observing a very handsome, very intriguing man on the beach. Darcy becomes the focus of the smokin' hot, wealthy and somewhat mysterious 'E.J.'
Soon she finds herself entangled with an alpha like no other… Her world is rocked by a series of events that will forever change the course of her life, showing her what love is all about; and forcing her to come to terms with hidden sexual pleasures only one man could fulfill…
This book is intended for mature audiences.
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Excerpt:
I awoke with a start; my wrists were painfully sore. Then I remembered. I felt a smile play on my lips as my fingers massaged the tender flesh on one wrist, soothing the skin that had been chaffed by the handcuffs My ankles had been bound together tightly with leather straps which in my mind had been worse but I'd understood the necessity of it. Easton had been about inflicting pain last night, not pleasure. Well that's not altogether true; the pain had brought me pleasure not that he'd intended it to but it had nonetheless.
"Nothing,"
he muttered, going into the bathroom and slamming the door behind him, leaving
me to guess how he might've finished that sentence.
About the Author:
Andrea Smith
Andrea Smith is an Ohio native, currently residing in
southern Ohio. Ms. Smith is the mother
of two grown sons; grandmother of four.
The 'Baby Series' trilogy is Ms. Smith's first self-published work. Having previously been employed as an
executive for a global corporation, Ms. Smith decided to leave the corporate
world and pursue her life-long dream of writing fiction.
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“He leaned in, his lips brushing my ear. “Baby,” he said in a rough
whisper, "I want to fuck you in the worst way possible. What I don't want is to be some revenge fuck
of yours in order to get back at your cheating boyfriend who you'll most likely
get back with before you land in D.C. I'm not that guy, babe. When I fuck you
there will be no doubt in your mind as to who you're with and why you're with
me, understand?”
“I’ve a tendency to try and lead when slow-dancing,” I
warned him. His lips twitched, and amusement glimmered darkly in his eyes.
“You have no worries there; I don’t intend to allow that,”
he responded softly. “You’ll learn to follow, I promise.”
“This was a man who could shatter me at will. I mean, look what he'd
done with my resolve to be professional. Where'd that go? He'd splintered
it the moment he started telling me those things at the restaurant. I could
already feel the slow fractures begin to confetti my thoughts.”
“Is that what you really think? Do you truly believe that
you've been fucking a dangerous sociopath?"
"No," I stated firmly. "I think I've been
fucking someone who doesn't know who or what he is, much less what he wants. I
think he's someone that has some baggage he hasn't dealt with which is a shame,
because he's almost perfect otherwise”
“He pushed a little voice into his whisper, giving it an almost
mellifluous, lyrical sound, “I’m going to fuck you like I would Bianca. I’m
going to speak to you like you are Bianca. And I’m going to use you like
I would Bianca.”
I felt his lips on the spot right below my ear. “Are you frightened?”
“Still want to scream, love?” He asked as I felt that
finger lazily masturbate me.
“Yes,” I let out ragged breath, shooting him a hard glare.
“But you’re so wet, Darcy.” He told me, his eyes on where
his hand was, watching my hips subtly lift and fall to his momentum. Easton
looked up at me, giving a pirate’s grin, “Or am I to call you Bianca this
evening?”
“I raised my chin, defiantly. “Do it.” I challenged him.
He looked back at me, in wonder... an easy smile resting on his lips.
Something flashed in his eyes as he continued studying me, and before he was
aware of it, I saw a vague and saddened disappointment reflect through his
eyelashes.”
“Did you fuck me because I looked like her?" I asked
quietly.
"Yes," he whispered, not taking his eyes from
mine.
"Are you holding me now because I look like
her?" I felt the adrenaline catch fire in my veins, afraid of his answer
but needing to know the truth.
"No.”
“You're being an ass," I snapped, hoping to get his ire up, along with
anything else on him that cared to rise to the occasion.
"I am an
ass," he spat, "You should've figured that out a long time ago. I
don't want to be an ass - not with you at any rate. You didn't deserve the
things I did to you last night.”Excerpt:
I awoke with a start; my wrists were painfully sore. Then I remembered. I felt a smile play on my lips as my fingers massaged the tender flesh on one wrist, soothing the skin that had been chaffed by the handcuffs My ankles had been bound together tightly with leather straps which in my mind had been worse but I'd understood the necessity of it. Easton had been about inflicting pain last night, not pleasure. Well that's not altogether true; the pain had brought me pleasure not that he'd intended it to but it had nonetheless.
I snuggled back against him,
feeling his arms tighten protectively around me. He was stirring and I knew he
hadn't slept well last night. He'd tossed and turned, repositioning himself a
half dozen times around me asking me if I was okay. I knew he'd been
apprehensive about how I'd react to my punishment; concerned that he'd crossed
the line with me or maybe with himself, but I'd leapt across that line, hands
and feet bound tightly together into his world of discipline and respect and I
understood the rules now; I comprehended this man.
I rolled over to face him, looking
up into his smoldering gray eyes that were studying me intently. Was he
concerned I'd flee from his bed? Not a chance. I was still naked beneath his
sheets. I could still feel his cum dripping from me. My God! We'd fucked most
of the night - after the punishment had been dispensed with that is. I'd never
been with a man that had a sexual appetite comparable to Easton's. It was as if
he'd been on a mission to bury himself in me, and despite my reddened behind
and sore wrists and ankles, I hadn't wanted him to stop.
He lowered his mouth to mine,
kissing my lips softly.
"Morning, love," he
murmured, his voice rough with early morning. "Are you alright?"
"I'm fine, Easton. Stop
asking me that," I whispered against his lips. "I want more."
"Don't say that," he
snarled, immediately disengaging himself from me and sitting up. He raked his
hands through his fuck-tousled hair.
I frowned, perching myself up on
one arm, my fingers reaching out to touch his sinewy muscled back.
"What is it?" I asked, frowning.
He stood up, distancing himself
from me, not bothering to hide his agitation. "For Chrissake you can't
possibly think what happened last night can ever happen again. I won't let
it," he snapped. "It's not what I want with you."
"Okay, I'm totally not
following you here; I kind of thought it rocked."
He took two steps towards me, his
eyes flashing. "That speaks of your needs, not of mine; at least not
anymore - not with you."
"I was pissed. Damn pissed!
I'd been quite the trooper and was fucking proud of it, Now he was telling me
what? That I sucked at being punished?
"You're being an ass," I
snapped, hoping to get his ire up, along with anything else on him that cared
to rise to the occasion.
"I am an ass," he
spat, "You should've figured that out a long time ago. I don't want to be
an ass - not with you at any rate. You didn't deserve the things I did to you
last night."
"Which things?" I asked.
He was silent.
The flogging?" I taunted.
"The thin leather straps with the metal tips you flailed across my back
and butt. Your aim was perfect, by the way."
I saw his quick intake of breath
as my words hit home. He turned towards the bathroom to put more distance
between us.
"Or the bondage?" I
persisted, cockily, trying to draw him back. He stopped and turned towards me,
his face masked with shame. "The titanium steel handcuffs attached to my
wrists, and the leather binds for my ankles making me unable to move while you
fucked me raw."
"Any of it," he replied.
"Who deserved it,
Easton?"
"All of them - apart from
you. All of the whores I've been
with; the ones I've punished in that way. Do you need names?"
"Only one," I replied,
watching him with interest.
"Bianca," he snarled,
his eyes flashing with fury. "It’s how I wanted to fuck Bianca, the
traitorous bitch. It's how I thought I wanted to fuck you until I realized . .
." he broke off mid-sentence, agitation once again settling in as he dealt
with his own confusion.
"Realized what?"
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