Publication date: May 26th 2014
Genres: Adult, Contemporary,
Synopsis:
A new, sensual Adult Contemporary Romance from author of the Amazon bestselling PRESERVATION SERIES, THE REPLACEMENT, and LOVE AND RELATIVITY. Coming to e-readers everywhere May 26, 2014.
It’s not water that paralyzes Anya Banks—it’s the ocean. Tumultuous and powerful, sleek and unpredictable, it’s just like Tanner Christensen, owner of Trident Voyager, the cruise ship she’s been talked into boarding by her vivacious, foodie fanatic best friend and co-worker, Lana. Tanner exudes confidence, and his raw masculinity is hard to resist. But Anya came aboard to work, face her demons, and then get the hell back to dry land.
Until Tanner convinces her to take the plunge.
She quickly dives into a fun, carefree arrangement with him and embraces her goal to be brave, no matter how loudly her shaky knees tell her to abandon ship. For twelve days, Tanner’s all hers. For twelve days, she’s his goddess. Once the cruise is over and the ship docks, she won’t be the same. But being brave always costs something, and this time, it might cost her heart.
It’s not water that paralyzes Anya Banks—it’s the ocean. Tumultuous and powerful, sleek and unpredictable, it’s just like Tanner Christensen, owner of Trident Voyager, the cruise ship she’s been talked into boarding by her vivacious, foodie fanatic best friend and co-worker, Lana. Tanner exudes confidence, and his raw masculinity is hard to resist. But Anya came aboard to work, face her demons, and then get the hell back to dry land.
Until Tanner convinces her to take the plunge.
She quickly dives into a fun, carefree arrangement with him and embraces her goal to be brave, no matter how loudly her shaky knees tell her to abandon ship. For twelve days, Tanner’s all hers. For twelve days, she’s his goddess. Once the cruise is over and the ship docks, she won’t be the same. But being brave always costs something, and this time, it might cost her heart.
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Excerpt:
I don’t make
it far down the hall before a voice approaches me from behind. Not just any
voice. A smooth, charming, and very calculating voice. “How are you this
evening, Miss Banks?” Tanner asks, coming up on my heels. “You’re looking
lovely.”
“Just doing my
rounds.” He’s cool and indifferent, but when he sizes me up in a sly side
glance, he gives himself away. “Please, allow me to escort you to your date.”
He steps next to me, meeting my stride, and lowers his arm to my back, guiding
me forward.
“I don’t think
that’s necessary, Mr. Christensen. Thank you, though.”
“I would hate
to see a beautiful woman such as you arrive without a man on your arm.”
“I will have a
man on my arm shortly.” I chance a smile as I peek up at him, expecting to find
the same, but instead his eyes have darkened, the blue deepening.
“Note I said a
man, Miss Banks. Not a boy, a man.”
He leans down to speak closely in my ear, nodding politely at some passerby.
His hand presses down on my back, the pressure firm and commanding. “Don’t play
with me, Anya.”
“Isn’t that
what you want? To play?” I bat my eyes innocently, but there’s nothing innocent
brewing in my crafty brain tonight. I’ve learned that it’s much too fun to toy
with Tanner like this. Now that I know what gets under his skin, I simply can’t
deny myself the pleasure of pissing him off. He might own me in bed, but here,
on neutral ground, I have full permission to reign supreme. Maybe I was right.
Maybe Lana
really has been rubbing off on me.
Smugness
radiates from me right now, but the truth is, now that Tanner’s hands are on
me, all I really want is to be his. I would gladly let him whisk me away into a
utility closet somewhere if it meant the chance to submit to his dominating
ways. They really have become addictive, and I’m afraid my body will go through
some sort of withdrawal once our little arrangement is over. I wonder if a
rehab exists somewhere for Tanner Christensen’s ex-playthings. I wonder if such
a hell exists.
“Just for that, Miss Banks, you’ll be on your
knees this evening,” he whispers darkly, sending shivers down my neck.
I smile
sweetly. “I won’t be seeing you this evening, Mr. Christensen. I have a date,
remember?”
“Oh, you’ll be
seeing me.” He laughs lightly, so damned amused with himself. “You’ll come
running when your date with Junior is over. And your mouth will water.”
“I hope your
hand is free tonight,” I quip, turning so my lips brush the edge of his jaw.
“Otherwise you might be awfully lonely.”
He groans and
gives me a sharp tug, diverting me to the left, around the first corner at the
end of the hall. “You’re going to be late.”
“What? Tanner,
no! My dress!” He slips a key card from his pocket and moves me toward a door
on the right, and I realize my dreams have just come true. Tanner Christensen,
in the flesh, is shoving me inside a utility closet. I’m inwardly cheering him
on, but I don’t dare verbalize it for the man. No way am I giving him the
satisfaction he’s craving.
There are no
words. He hoists me up and slams me against the wall, and a mop handle thumps
to the floor next to us. He kicks a bucket out of the way and shimmies my dress
up my hips. His mouth hits mine like fire, razor sharp, and his fingers find my
clit, rubbing in measured, even circles.
“I’m sending
you to him wet and satisfied,” he exhales into my mouth. “Do you want that?”
I moan against
his tongue.
“Say yes.”
“Yes.”
“Don’t worry
about your dress. You’ll take care of me later.” He leans and nips at my
collarbone. “Ladies first.” I suddenly wish I could take care of him now, on my
knees, just as he warned, but I am pretty glad I’ll be able to keep most of my
dress intact. “Go ahead, Anya. Tell me what you want.”
“I want you to
make me come.”
“Like this?”
He slides his fingers deep, watching my reaction. “Or with my mouth.”
“Like this.” I
tilt to meet his hand.
“Don’t you
love my mouth?”
“I love your
mouth.”
“But?” He
pushes higher and swirls his thumb.
“But I want to
taste it right now.”
“Good girl,”
he whispers, then moves in to attack me with a kiss. His heat weighs down on me
and his fingers get busy, rolling and pumping, alternating their rhythm until
he’s worked me higher and higher, bringing me to a ledge.
I don’t last
long.
It seems my
body’s been craving him all evening. He smothers my shout and waits as I blast
off, then plummet back to Earth, letting me ride his hand until he’s taken
every last drop of my pleasure.
“Tanner,” I
sigh, slumping against his shoulder, “I think I love you.”
His body goes
stone still and his arms turn rigid against me. The dazed look in his eyes
shifts. They are filled with clarity…then fear.
I let out a
winded laugh and smack his shoulder. “Kidding, Tanner. Kidding.”
He exhales
heavily and rakes a hand through his hair. His eyes are darting everywhere as
he works to resume his cool. “There would certainly be worse things in the
world, Miss Banks.”
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AUTHOR BIO
Rachael Wade is the Amazon bestselling author of The Preservation Series, The Resistance Trilogy, and the upcoming sci-fi series, The Keepers Trilogy. When she’s not writing, she’s busy learning French, watching too many movies, and learning how to protect animals and the environment. Visit her at www.RachaelWade.com and www
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Such a great excerpt.
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