I was caught by the beautiful cover of this new book by my Blissed out friend. Of course I had to hop on the blog-waggon and sing some praises.
Blurb
Two hot, sexy
billionaires know what they want and they want her, but will they be happy to
share nicely?
Kerry Matthews is used to stress—she runs her own high-end
London club called Diamonds, but what she isn’t used to is attention from two
very persuasive and powerful men.
Darren Bennett and Greg Stamford are life-long rivals, but
call a truce to spend one night with sassy, curvy Kerry. They’re not content to
share forever though. They both have a selfish desire to possess her
completely.
Darren buys her seductive lingerie, flowers and chocolates,
Greg flies her to Paris for a romantic break, cleans her flat and makes her
breakfast in bed. Both vying to cement their place in her heart. She needs to
decide between them but is dazzled by their persuasive personas and extravagant
gifts.
Reader Advisory: This
book contains a scene of MFM Ménage and some violence.
Excerpt
“So, are you two ready?” he asked. “I’ll
get Chester to bring the limo round.”
“We can go in mine,” Darren snapped.
“Oh, don’t start this again.” I shook my
head. “Decide nicely or I’ll be getting the damn Tube home.”
If the billionaires could be so abrupt
with me, I’d be snappy with them.
“Fine,” Darren shrugged, “but we’re going
back to my hotel.”
“Where are you staying?”
While the boys argued amongst themselves I
took the date book and locked it away in my desk. I’d filled up a lot of the
year and some dates had drifted into the next one. With the business I’d
secured I was guaranteed to finish the fiscal year pleasantly in profit. I
might even be able to afford a holiday. If I could persuade myself to stay away
from Diamonds long enough.
When I walked back over to them the boys
were silent.
“So, are we actually ready now?”
Greg reacted first, slipping his arm into
mine and smiling.
“Yes, it seems me and Darren are staying
at the same hotel.”
“Wonderful,” I smiled, intensely relieved.
“Lead the way.”
Darren took hold of my other arm and we
strode out together. I wasn’t expecting the barrage of flashing lights and
yelled questions that greeted us. I supposed I had been a little naïve. The
boys, with the aid of some huge security guards, pushed past the demands and we
scooted into the back of a shiny black limousine. The mellow scent of leather
filled the interior. Everything sparkled. I felt like we were in a separate car
to the driver who was way, way down at the front.
“Are we going to the hotel, sir?” a polite
voice asked. It sounded like it came from behind me, which was puzzling until I
realised there was some kind of intercom device. Greg reached to the side of
the limo and pressed a button.
“Yes, please, Chester.”
I would have liked more space to actually
enjoy the ride home but I was crowded by two competing men and so spent my time
flipping my gaze from one to the other, answering questions. Both were squeezed
up close to me and both seemed determined to seduce me. I found that mind-spinningly
crazy.
“What perfume are you wearing?” Darren
ducked his head to sniff at my neck. I was very aware of his lips hovering just
above my pulse point. I wished he’d kiss me there.
“Oh, I don’t know. Something fruity.” My
mind went completely blank.
“You smell good enough to eat.” Darren
continued and his lips did touch my skin but only for the briefest second. My
whole body tightened at the gentle kiss.
“Your dress is beautiful.” It seemed Greg
was not to be outdone—in fact he boldly ran his hand down my body from my
shoulder, over my breast and lower. “I love the feel of velvet.”
“Thank you,” I squeaked then cleared my
throat. “Thanks, I love velvet too.”
Tension zinged through me, sexual and
otherwise. These two guys who I’d only just met were making me into a
battlefield. They were warring to control me.
I wasn’t a woman who enjoyed being
mollycoddled. I took decisions, I dived into situations and I expected all of
my staff to be respectful to both men and women. I’d reprimanded several for
sexism and would go as far as to sack someone if they didn’t change their ways.
I should have been appalled by the situation—I wasn’t just a trophy or a
business contract. I should have kicked up a fuss and left then and there.
But I didn’t. I liked being the centre of
attention. I liked being the prize they both wanted.
I waited for the next move but we pulled
up outside the hotel so I had to wait until we exited the car. Again, both men
linked arms with me. It was cold outside but apart from the cool breeze on my
cheeks I barely felt it because their hard bodies protected me from the
elements.
They whisked me across the marble
frontage, past the liveried doorman and into a huge reception area. It
glittered with prestige and marble. Everything was perfect, neat and tidy.
There was nothing overly ornate or showy but you could tell by the purposeful
minimalism that this was a very classy place. The kind of place I’d only ever
imagined visiting.
We moved across the hall into the bar.
Again it was big, shiny but understated. The bar was long and all the staff
behind it were in immaculately cut uniforms. They all looked smart and tidy and
I looked on with envy. I wished I could get my own staff to look so impressive.
“What would you like to drink?” Darren
asked and smirked at Greg.
“I’d love a glass of water, really,” I
replied, “I’m so thirsty.”
“I’ll get them to send over some water
too, but should we have some champagne? It was a very good night for us all
after all.”
Both Darren and Greg had won awards and I
was sure they’d both made several deals too as they played the room.
“Yes, why not?” Greg answered before me.
“Champagne sounds good.”
When Darren moved away Greg turned to me.
“Look, Kerry, I really would love to spend
the night with you but it is killing me to be nice to him.”
“This is you being nice?”
“Exactly.” He almost smiled. I found it
surprisingly endearing. “Please can we dump the other guy?”
“No.” I was very firm, it surprised even
me. “No, I said I wanted to spend time with you both, so that is what’s going
to happen. If you don’t like it, you can leave.”
“God, woman. You’re infuriatingly
stubborn.” He growled.
“Now that is a case of the pot calling the
kettle black.” I laughed.
Greg sighed. “I’m not used to being told
what to do, Kerry. I’m the one in control.”
“I’d noticed, but if you want me, you play
by my rules.” It was fun playing him at his own game.
“Oh, I want you.” His growl turned to a
gravelly purr. It wasn’t cute, it was the noise of a killer beast merely at
rest. Any moment he could pounce and rip me apart. It turned me on. I wriggled
in my seat and my damp knickers chafed against my plump lips.
“Then you’ll share nicely.” I leaned in
and kissed him. He was shocked, almost as much as I was. His lips were hard and
ungiving for a moment—I thought maybe I’d pushed him too far—but then they
melted, opened and pushed back and I felt his pent-up arousal running into me.
I released my frustrated desire with every move of my lips.
We pulled apart and I had to pant to
regain my breath while he licked his lips like he was savouring the taste.
“I’ll do it for you,” he said. I was
intoxicated with the power of having him under my control.
“Hey, I want one too.” Darren came back,
placed a glass of water before me and pressed his lips to mine. His were plump
and giving. He prodded his tongue between my lips, into my mouth, taking
control of the kiss and control of me. I felt like I might explode into a
million pieces. I hadn’t been kissed in months and now I’d had two smoking hot
smooches in as many minutes from two very hot but very different men.
“Okay,” I gasped when he pulled away, “now
you’re even.”
The guys glowered at each other. I looked
around the room to calm my nerves. Not a single person looked at us. Obviously
such things happened often in bars of high-class hotels. It didn’t happen often
to me. At all, in fact. I wondered if I was dreaming. I pinched my thigh below
the table. It hurt. I definitely wasn’t dreaming.
A tall, skinny waiter brought us a bottle
of champagne stood in a silver ice bucket. Balanced on his tray were three tall
flutes. He transferred everything to our table with great pomp. I was in awe of
his skill.
“Thank you,” I called. He nodded his head
politely and walked off.
I knew a little about wine and champagne,
only because my barman told me what I needed to order. The champagne in the
bucket was clearly expensive—I’d never even heard of the name—and it was
suitably French, obviously. I was sure Darren had ordered the most expensive in
the place just to outdo Greg. I outdid both of them by just sipping at my
water.
“Shall we take the rest of the bottle to
my room?”
I nearly choked when I heard what Greg had
said.
“Pardon?”
“Well, you wanted us to share nicely and I
don’t think that even in an establishment like this where confidentiality is
taken seriously we could share you, nicely or otherwise, right here in the
bar.”
It took a moment to register that Greg
Stamford, billionaire high-flyer and serious hottie, was propositioning me for
a threesome. I’d agreed to it earlier, but it still seemed too much like a
fairy tale to be actually real.
“I agree, mate. We’d get chucked out. Want
to go to my room? It’s the Ambassador Suite.” Darren announced this like I
should be impressed. Maybe it was the most expensive room in the hotel? I
wasn’t sure.
“My room has the best view over the city,”
Greg snapped.
“Yes, that’s what they tell people who
can’t get in the Ambassador Suite.”
“Boys, stop it.” My voice was quite loud.
The low murmur of conversation stopped for a moment, then carried on.
“Look. You are both very rich, I get it.
You both want to be top dog, I get that too, but would you stop bickering like
bloody schoolboys, okay? I am very flattered, truly, and I never in a million
years would have imagined being in this situation…” I left the sentence hanging
and gathered my thoughts.
“Please don’t say no.” Darren’s smile
dissipated. “I’m sorry.”
“Well—” I tried to continue with my
tirade. I had the moral high ground. I was going to say thanks but no thanks
and leave both gentleman hanging, but say that I hoped they’d both still honour
their bookings. I was going to make a stand, I really was. Then… Well, I’m not
quite sure what happened.
“I’m sorry too,” Greg added. “We’re just
billionaires used to getting our own way. Let’s go to the Ambassador Suite,
it’s a lovely room.”
Had I heard that right? Had Greg Stamford
apologised and ceded to his most hated rival?
“Yes, let’s,” Darren nodded. “Please,
Kerry?”
I challenge any woman alive to not cave in
when hit with not one but two sets of puppy dog eyes from intensely handsome
men. I couldn’t do it.
“Come on then,” I whispered, “lead the
way.”
Victoria Blisse is a Mother, Wife, Christian,
Manchester United Fan and Award Winning Erotica Authoress.
She is also the editor
of several Bigger Briefs collections, and the co-editor of the fabulous Smut
Alfresco and Smut in the City and Smut by the Sea Anthologies.
Victoria is also one of the brains behind the fabulous Smut
by the Sea Event taking place at Scarborough Library (UK) on the 22nd June
2013. A day dedicated to Erotica with a mini erotic marketplace and lots of
Author Readings, Fun Giveaways and Exciting Talks.
She is equally at home behind a laptop or a cooker (She is
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cakes and biscuits that make people happy. She was born near Manchester,
England and her northern English quirkiness shows through in all of her
stories.
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