Grand Slam (Raw Talent #1) by Lily
Harlem and Lucy Felthouse
Blurb:
California
had seduced me with promises of a new life working at Los Carlos Tennis
Academy. What I didn’t expect was the dark, brooding number one seed, Travis
Connolly, resisting my help. He wasn’t interested in my psychology skills.
Instead his attention was drawn to the edgy, sharper corners of my desires,
proving that they existed, setting me challenges and driving me crazy to the
point of combustion.
I’m the best
tennis player in the world—officially—so why would I need a damn woman full of
psychobabble to get me on form? Despite my irritation, however, I can’t resist
pushing Marie Sherratt’s buttons even though doing that shows her the darkest
shades of my lust, the parts of me I buried deep. So I set her a challenge, one
she rises to, one that has me rising too, and before long my game relies on her
calling the shots, hitting the target and bending to my will. One thing was
certain, being not just master of the court, but also of Marie is seriously
good for my soul.
Coming Soon to all Other Good eBook Retailers
Add to
Goodreads: Click HERE
*****
Excerpt:
I looked
into his eyes. Swallowed and tasted his cologne as it traveled into my nostrils
and then laced my tongue. “Would you consider them to be good people, Travis?
These individuals that like to hurt others.
“I’ve known
a few people who like to give and receive higher sensations, and most of them I
consider to be good friends as well as good people.”
I hesitated,
felt his body heat radiating toward me, wrapping around me as I pondered his words.
We were close, very close, and his consuming presence made logical thinking
much harder than normal. “I’m not quite sure what you’re telling me.”
“You talk
about pain like it’s a bad thing, Marie.”
“It is.”
He smiled
but it wasn’t a sweet smile, more like one of a hunter who’d spotted prey.
“Pain is
unpleasant for a reason,” I said. “Because it’s bad.”
“I
disagree.” He raised his eyebrows and widened his eyes. It was a challenging,
cocky gesture.
A tingle
snaked its way up my spine and threatened to wreak havoc in my body by turning
into a tremble. But I beat it down. I wouldn’t let a patient get to me this
way. I was the one supposed to be holding the reins here.
“Maybe,
Marie, you should open your mind to new ideas with a little more grace.”
“I fail to
see how I haven’t been graceful in discussing your theory that pain is good.”
“Can we keep
it that way?”
“I hope so.”
“In that
case,” he flicked his attention from my eyes and looked at my hair, “would you
like me to demonstrate?”
Damn, the
guy made me feel tiny. Even though I was wearing heels, his broad chest and
wide shoulders were looming over me. “Okay.”
He twitched
the right side of his mouth into a half-smile. Now he looked like a hunter
who’d captured his prey. A trickle of fight or flight seeped into my system.
Which would be my best option?
“Now that’s
the first rule.” He reached up and undid the clasp holding my hair on the top
of my head. It tumbled around my shoulders as the clasp fell to the floor.
“Consent.”
“Doesn’t
consent require knowing what you’re agreeing to?” Fuck, with him this close and
stroking my hair, spreading it out, I’d pretty much agree to anything. Who was
I kidding? Fight or flight was not an option, the only thing that shot through
my mind was giving myself over to him. Allowing him to do whatever he wanted,
control my body, feed it what it needed.
Damn, it had
been too long since I’d been with a man. It was making me desperate.
He slotted
his other hand over the left side of my head, the sound of him sliding his
fingers over the shell of my ear noisy. My breath hitched and I locked my knees
to stabilize my stance. I stared up at him, noting the small shafts of black
hair sneaking out of his skin on his chin and the way his bottom lip was a
little plumper than the top.
“You see,
some pain,” he said, gathering my hair up at my crown and tugging to create
tension on the roots, “can heighten the awareness of everything else going on
in the body.”
He pulled
harder, forcing my head to tip back.
I gasped as
discomfort shot across my scalp.
He increased
the pressure a little more.
I reached
out and clutched at his shirt, felt his hard chest beneath. “Travis, I—”
“Shh, I’m
just showing you.” He slipped his arm around my waist, dragged me close and
yanked my hair, really hard.
“Ow, I—” A
barrage of sensations blasted through my system. The feel of him pressing up
against me, hot hard male, all wide pecs and solid thighs. The pain from having
my hair tugged with force, and the awareness that my belly was shoved right up
against his groin. A groin that held a wedge of thick flesh.
“Just feel,”
he whispered, hovering his lips over mine. “Endorphins are rushing into your
bloodstream, giving you a natural high as pain alerts your nerve endings that
something exciting is happening.” He slid his free hand up my back, tracing the
outline of my spine through my blouse.
I breathed
in the air he was breathing out, warm and sweet. The scream of hurt in my scalp
made me want to wriggle but being held so firmly and confidently kept me still.
The heat of the discomfort slipped down my nape and neck and over my shoulders,
then combined with the lovely sensation of him stroking my back.
“Can you
feel it?” he whispered. “Pain mixing with pleasure, the lines between the two
blurring.”
I could feel
it with every fiber of my being. My skin was alive with awareness, my breasts
were heavy and desperate for stimulation, and between my legs I was buzzing for
action. Good, hard man action, preferably of the naked, sweaty variety. “Yes,”
I gasped.
*****
Author Bios:
Lily Harlem
Lily
Harlem lives in the UK with Mr Harlem and a host of rescued animals. She is an
award winning author of contemporary erotic romance and writes for publishers
on both sides of the Atlantic including Ellora's Cave, HarperCollins,
Total-E-Bound, Xcite and Sweetmeats Press as well as self-publishing. Her HOT
ICE series regularly receives high praise and industry nominations and
sportsmen who are talented both in and out of the bedroom often feature in her
novels. But whichever book you choose of Lily's one thing you can be sure of is
it will be wildly romantic and down-and-dirty sexy. Enjoy!
Website
http://www.lilyharlem.com/
Twitter
https://twitter.com/lily_harlem
Facebook
author page http://www.facebook.com/pages/Lily-Harlem-author-page/200182030094568
Pinterest
http://pinterest.com/lilyharlem/
Lucy Felthouse
Lucy
Felthouse is a very busy woman! She writes erotica and erotic romance in a
variety of subgenres and pairings, and has over seventy publications to her
name, with many more in the pipeline. These include Best Bondage Erotica 2012,
2013 and 2014 and Best Women's Erotica 2013. Another string to her bow is
editing, and she has edited and co-edited a number of anthologies. She owns Erotica For
All, and is book editor for Cliterati. Find out more at http://www.lucyfelthouse.co.uk.
Join her on Facebook and Twitter,
and subscribe to her newsletter at: http://eepurl.com/gMQb9
No comments:
Post a Comment