Here's a first peek at HOW TO SEDUCE A BILLIONAIRE, my new Black Lace novel to be published in January 2015.
Not your average billionaire and the virgin next door...
Twenty-nine year old virgin Jess Lockhart has had to put her life on hold due to family commitments, but now it's time to break out and start enjoying sex and love. Trickily for her, years of artistic dreaming and fantasising about her first ever lover have given her impossibly high standards where men are concerned. She's not about to do the deed with just any old male that crosses her path. He has to be Mr Right, or at the very least Mr Sex, right for now, and a super special, superior example of his gender. Nothing less will do...
Ellis McKenna has all the credentials to be Jess's 'Dream Lover'. He's gorgeous, accomplished, capable and a fabulous lover, and he also just happens to be the scion of a family whose international assets can be counted in the billions. He's perfect Mr Right material, apart from one thing... the thing that makes him Mr Wrong for any woman wanting a relationship. Ellis is a grieving widower who's sworn never to love again. He wants sex, yes, and plenty of it, as a way to forget his pain... but his deeper heart is locked away by regret and sorrow.
Can this unusual couple put aside their issues and enjoy a simple seduction? Or will life's complexities put a spanner in the works?
To be published by Black Lace Books, February 2015
Excerpt
She walked toward him like a goddess, her head held high, her eyes clear and confident. If he’d been a real dom, he’d have reprimanded her, but he was just a man playing an erotic game, for diversion, with a beautiful and exceptional woman.
‘Stand very still,’ he instructed her when she reached him. He could smell a faint whiff of her light and delectable floral toilette water, and it almost made him sway with desire. Almost made him grab her and hug her and kiss her and sweep her up in his arms, to carry her to bed and simply and delightfully make love to her.
But, he’d promised her an experience. Something to add to her repertoire, so he’d better deliver on his promised ‘masterful’ act.
He looked down into her eyes, and for a moment, she looked back, unfazed. But then, like the good submissive of fiction, she lowered her gaze. Respectfully? Well, a good approximation of it. She was a damn good actress when she wanted to be. But he’d seem the ghost of a grin she’d let slip before she’d looked down.
‘You’re a very wayward submissive, Ms Lockhart. You don’t seem to have any respect for authority at all. I was going to allow you a glass of champagne before we started… to calm your nerves… but I’m not sure now that you deserve it.’
Goddamn, the bubbly wasn’t for her, it was for him!
She didn’t respond, or even move a muscle, but he knew somehow that she would love a glass of champagne. In the brief time they’d been together, she’d taken quite a liking to it, and in a cool, detached, almost melancholy moment, he resolved that when they parted, he would send her a case of whatever marque she preferred, on a regular basis.
Enough of that. The moment is now. There’s no future… and no past. Just us. Playing.
‘However, I’m feeling magnanimous, so I think we will have a little champagne, first, before I start touching you.’
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