Caught on
Camera
Black Towers, Book #1
Suzanne
Rock & Lauren Hawkeye
GENRE – Contemporary
Romance
PUBLICATION DATE – July
10th, 2015
LENGTH (Pages/#
Words) – 108 Pages
PUBLISHER – Excessica
Forgotten starlet
Georgia Evans is finally back in the spotlight—when a naked romp with her ex
goes viral. Not the kind of publicity she was hoping for, particularly when it
brings up memories she’d rather forget. And catches the attention of someone
unexpected…
Despite having
his pick of projects, heartthrob Cole Anderson stuns Hollywood by turning down
a new blockbuster in favor of a web serial, of all things. But only if Georgia
gets the female lead. She needs the money; he needs a chance to apologize…and
maybe get reacquainted with the one who got away.
But life in the
limelight often reveals things best kept hidden, and Georgia has a secret that
may force her to choose between the career she’s trying to rebuild—and the man
she’s learning to love all over again.
“Anderson. My
office. Now.” Ethan stormed down the glass-walled hallway before Cole could say
anything else to the receptionist. His expression was decidedly stormy, and
Cole felt his hackles rising when faced with the obvious aggression of the
other man.
“Is there a
problem?” He slid his hands into his pockets and rocked back on his heels, but
he wasn’t feeling casual. He didn’t like being challenged, didn’t like the lack
of control he felt when he lost. Probably because of how often he’d actually
been out of control in his wilder days.
Back when he’d been with Georgia.
“There’s
something.” Ethan gestured to his office with one arm. “Let’s go have a chat.”
Cole eyed the
other man narrowly, but nodded and followed Ethan away from the front desk.
“So what’s with
the theatrics?” Cole noted that Kevin Hawke, the hot new director who was
supposed to be in on this meeting as well, wasn’t in Ethan’s office. His spidey
senses were tingling—something was off.
“You haven’t
heard?” Ethan arched an eyebrow, then grinned, but the expression was sinister
and Cole didn’t care for it.
“Spit it out,
Black.” His voice was flat. The only big event in his life recently was the
breakup with Regina, and Cole highly doubted that Ethan gave a shit about that.
Ethan rubbed his
hand over his face and pulled out his phone. “So how’s that girlfriend of
yours?”
“I don’t know.” Cole glanced at Ethan from the corner of his eye. It was a weird question—usually the producer was all business. “We broke up.”
“I’m not
surprised.” Ethan swiped his screen and smirked. He held up his phone, the
screen facing Cole, and turned up the volume.
A chorus of moans
and the wet sound of flesh slapping against flesh emanated from the small
device. Cole would have rolled his eyes at Ethan—why was the producer showing
him porn, anyway?—except something about the scene caught and held his
attention.
A leanly muscled
young man mounted a slender woman from behind. His hands fisted in her chestnut
waves as he slowly fucked in and out of her, the curves of her ass jiggling
every time he bottomed out inside of her.
Cole didn’t have
much need for porn—he had women clamoring for his attention day and night.
Still, he felt his cock start to thicken as he watched the scene playing out.
Christ, he was
acting like a fucking teenager. Shifting uncomfortably, he redirected his focus
to the hotel room surrounding the couple. Opulent, cream-colored satin sheets
on a massive bed, a chandelier overhead, a panoramic sheet of glass in place of
a wall…
“I know that
hotel.” The Kingston Oceanside had once been one of his favorite places to
party and then crash. He hadn’t been there in years.
“Gee, you think?”
Ethan cackled as he tilted the phone to watch with Cole, who frowned as the
couple of the bed shifted position. Ringing started to reverberate loudly in
his ears as the man onscreen pulled out of the woman’s heat, turning her over
so that she lay on her back, her inner thighs braced on his shoulders as he
thrust himself back inside of her.
“Look at the
camera, baby. Show everyone how pretty you are.” The woman did as she was told,
moaning as she let her head hang off the side of the bed. Delicate, china-doll
features, long waves of minky hair, miles of creamy skin that he’d know
anywhere.
And that voice.
The voice encouraging her to show off.
It was his own
fucking voice.
“What the
ever-loving fuck, Ethan?” This was what the reporters outside had mentioned. He
just hadn’t known what they were talking about. “Where the hell did you get
your hands on this?”
A lifetime New Englander,
Suzanne married her college sweetheart and has been with him for over twenty
years. Every summer she drags her husband and two daughters to Maine on a quest
for the perfect lobster dinner. Every fall she can be found down in Foxboro,
Massachusetts cheering on her favorite football team. In between those trips,
she’s a chauffeur, a maid, a chef, an event planner, a hairdresser, a wardrobe
stylist, a tutor and a sometimes masseuse. To keep her sanity, she often drinks
copious amounts of coffee and stares at the blank screen of her laptop,
dreaming of great adventures. Sometimes she even writes them down for others to
enjoy.
Suzanne is
represented by Deidre Knight of The Knight Agency and writes mainstream romances under the pen name Ava Conway.
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