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Only For A Night
by Naima Simone
Series: The Lick Series, Book 1
Genre: Erotic Contemporary Romance
Publisher: Entangled Publishing
Release Date: May 30, 2016
Hosted by: Book Partners In Crime Promotions
by Naima Simone
Series: The Lick Series, Book 1
Genre: Erotic Contemporary Romance
Publisher: Entangled Publishing
Release Date: May 30, 2016
Hosted by: Book Partners In Crime Promotions
One night would never
be enough...
Rion Ward fought hard to be free of the Irish mob life. Now, as the co-owner of
Boston’s hottest aphrodisiac club, he’s traded crime for the ultimate sexual
fantasy. But when the “good girl” from his past walks through Lick’s doors, he
discovers that his unconsummated hunger for her never abated.
Widowed for two years
from a man who felt that anything besides the missionary position was dirty,
Harper Shaw is ready to move on. The first step to feeling alive again is sex.
Hot, dirty, black-out-from-orgasm sex. And who better to provide it than the
brooding, sexy, tatted bad boy-turned-man she’s known for years?
Rion, however, has
one stipulation: He’ll be hers only for one night. One night to explore her
every fantasy. One night to push her limits.
One night to introduce her to a passion that makes both doubt if it will
be enough…
“What
are you doing here?” The deep, midnight voice sliced through the memories, and
Harper willingly locked the vault on them. Rion’s velvet tone slid over her
exposed skin like a velvet caress, resonating in her chest, curling in her
belly—and lower. “I asked you a question,” he said, the demand silky but no
less menacing.
“I-I came here to speak with y-you,” she stammered.
God, she sounded like an idiot. “I hoped we could talk.”
A
black eyebrow arched high. “Talk,” he enunciated, a corner of his sensual mouth
curling into a faintly sardonic sneer. “What could you and I possibly have to
talk about?”
“I—”
She peered over his shoulder, for the first time noticing the blond giant
standing behind Rion. Sasha. Sasha Merchant. A close friend of Rion’s. “Would
you mind if we… Can we speak in private?”
“No.”
She
reeled back on her death-defying heels, teetering before grabbing the table
tighter. “No?” she repeated. Seconds of silence passed between them. Irritation
warred with mortification, and she tilted her chin in spite of the heat rushing
up her throat and into her face. “That’s it? Just no?”
“Yes.”
She
sighed, exasperated. “Rion…”
“Go
home,” he interrupted, the order unyielding, hard. Dismissive.
“Rion,
please,” she murmured, cringing at the plea that crept into her voice.
“Sasha,
would you mind escorting her safely to her car?” He turned, again disregarding
her without hearing her out.
Anger
shoved the hurt aside, surging hot and hard inside her. She’d been dismissed,
shelved, or patronized too often in her life. She’d also been mute, opting to
remain silent, not rock the boat. Not voice her needs, her wants…her desires.
Well, that time had passed.
She
was tired of living—no, existing—in a cocoon that was supposed to be safe but
was really suffocating.
And
he didn’t get to push her back into that cocoon.
Aiming
a dark scowl at Rion, Sasha stepped forward, his hand extended toward her.
“Sorry, sweetheart—”
“Wait
a minute,” she snarled, skirting past Sasha and latching onto Rion’s arm,
ignoring the sexy flex of muscle beneath her fingers and palm. Rion froze,
probably in surprise rather than from her hold. “We were friends for a long
time. Too long for you to just toss me aside like a stranger. Okay it’s been
five years since we’ve seen one another. You can at least give me five
seconds.”
Slowly,
Rion pivoted, dislodging her hand. Staring up into his lean face with its stark
lines and stormy eyes, she shivered. Fear had picked a fine time to remind her
the absolute stupidity of stirring a predator.
“Five
seconds.” He slid his hands in his pants pockets.
“Thank
you.” She sighed, relieved. “If we could just—”
“Three,”
he stated, his tone past bored and veering into catatonic.
“I
need you,” she blurted. Damn. Oh God. Just…damn.
His
eyes narrowed. “What do you need me for?”
“I
can’t—” Panic crawling up her throat, she shot a glance at Sasha who didn’t
even pretend not to be absorbed with the scene playing out before him. “Rion,”
she whispered.
“Two
seconds.”
“Damn
it. Sex. I need you for sex.”
For
the first time, Rion lost his stoicism, shock widening his eyes and parting his
lips. Beside him, Sasha sounded as if he were being strangled, and her? She
squeezed her eyes shut, flames bursting inside her, consuming her in a
conflagration of humiliation. Jesus Christ. Was death by mortification
possible?
“Oh
f**k,” she groaned.
“Yeah,”
Rion drawled. “I got that.”
Yes.
Definitely possible.
She is wife to Superman—or his non-Kryptonian, less bullet proof equivalent—and mother to the most awesome kids ever. They all live in perfect, domestically-challenged bliss in the southern United States.
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