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Losing Control

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Book Two – Appointment with Pleasure series

Tina Donahue

When it comes to passion, there are no rules…

She wasn’t supposed to hunger for him. Tim Bellamy was off-limits to Catherine, a high-priced call girl with an uneasy past. Indulging in his raw desire shouldn’t have happened, especially at a District party attended by the nation’s elite. Tim doesn’t know she works for the agency. If he did… That’s not something Catherine wants to confess. Drowning in his strength and heat, aching to see him again, she keeps her secret.

From old wealth, Tim has never met anyone quite like Catherine. Exotic, elegant, earthy, she’s the best of all worlds. Their evenings are sensual delights where voyeurism, bondage and a growing bond satisfy carnal needs and stir something deep within…until he stumbles upon the truth.

Shaken by her lies, Tim needs to prove the depth of Catherine’s lust and yearning once and for all. For him, their erotic adventure has only begun…

Excerpt:

“The same as before, sir?” the server asked.

Ignoring the young man, Tim stepped closer to the stairs, his face lifted to the young woman on the landing. He was vaguely aware of the party sounds fading, the steady drone of too many inane conversations and music drifting away, leaving only the rapid thumping of his pulse.

More importantly, was she alone?

Tim hoped to god she was. Rarely had he witnessed anyone as…amazing. A better description eluded him. Seeing her on the stairs, framed in the chandelier’s light like an erotic vision, had stolen his ability to think and put his body into overdrive. His skin actually tingled. Hell, his mouth was so dry he couldn’t swallow.

When was the last time that had happened with any woman since Fantine?

His one misstep and regret a long time ago in Paris.

A time he refused to think about now. Dismissing the past, he concentrated on this young woman. She appeared to be in her mid-twenties and was tall, five-nine or so without her heels. Tim caught a glimpse of them through the side slit in her gown. That baby was fucking awesome, the Maserati of dresses.

Of a coppery color, the fabric hugged her ripe breasts and the sweet flare of her hips. From where Tim stood, he could see that only a thin strap on each of her shoulders held the damn thing up, which bared them and her back, where the straps appeared to crisscross and the gown dipped to her waist. The chandelier’s light rained down, making the dress’s tiny beads glimmer, while also bringing out the reddish highlights in her dark brown hair. Wavy and glossy, that mane reached past her bare shoulders, her skin a delicious tawny shade, complementing her dress and features.

She was either a Latina or possibly a mixture of Caucasian and African-American. Her light eyes—blue or green—were indicative of her European ancestors. Her complexion and luscious mouth spoke of a more diverse past. To say she was lovely didn’t begin to define her allure. Exotic might work. Sensuous and sultry also came to mind.

With no effort at all, Tim smiled even as the rest of him remained frozen in awe.

She regarded him for a long moment, a bit of uncertainty flickering across her glorious features.

Why? Did his smile look odd? Too predatory? Did she really think any sane man could regard her in another way? Or was the problem something else…who she’d arrived with? A jealous boyfriend, or worse, a possessive husband.

Cautious, Tim checked her hands. She wasn’t wearing a wedding band, engagement ring or any ring for that matter. Her only jewelry was dangling earrings. The diamonds glittered in the light, drizzling pinpoints of color on her skin.

A group of women approached from the right and moved past her down the stairs. Two were senators, one the wife of a well-known oil baron, the last three lobbyists, the same as him.

The women chattered and laughed on their way to the foyer. Minutes before, Tim would have acknowledged them with a smile or a nod no matter how bored he’d been. That lassitude had evolved into such quick desire and interest, he was afraid they’d notice his hard-on. If his cock stiffened more than it already had, he’d be in serious pain.

He studied the young woman, imagining her shameless kisses, eager mouth and exploring hands. Her slender fingers would get rid of his clothing quickly, ripping it from him if need be.

Once he was nude, he’d encourage her to crawl all over him, tasting his throat, belly, groin, touching all of his good parts too. Obedient to his desires, she’d lavish most of her attention on his cock, holding it in fascination, testing the weight of his balls in her palm.

Her touch wouldn’t be too light or too rough, but precisely what he required.

Unable to help himself, he stepped closer. The tip of his left shoe hit the bottom stair, its tiny tap lost beneath the party’s noise that began to intrude. Others moved into the expansive foyer, laughing, conversing, debating hot-button issues that they’d never agree on. In the grand reception hall, the pianist played Gershwin’s Rhapsody in Blue, reaching the piece’s crescendo.

On those vibrant, wild notes, she descended, her gown fluttering around her long legs.

Images of them flooded Tim’s mind, her creamy flesh exposed to his sight, touch, taste. He pictured his mouth pressed to her furry mound and soft folds, so heated and damp, ready for his tongue and cock.

Bursts of heat spread from his groin to his thighs and chest, both energizing and weakening him. A freaking bizarre combination, like having the urge to jog during a heart attack. Taking a full breath became too much of an effort. All he could do was wait as she negotiated the staircase one slow step at a time. Her unhurried pace seemed deliberate, as though she wanted to keep him in suspense, see how much he desired her.

Was there any doubt? He was still here, wasn’t he?

Beads of lights from her sparkly gown danced over the gold-and-red stairway runner. A small purse, also copper, dangled from a dainty chain on her right shoulder. Gershwin’s tune reached another apex. Behind Tim, two men argued about a recent bill one of them thought shouldn’t have been passed.

At last, she stopped a step above him and smiled…almost as if she couldn’t help herself.

Tim gave her his most unvarnished grin, not wanting to question her initial hesitation. Having her this close was good enough, for the moment. The fragrance she wore was elegant and fragile, though not by too much. Beneath the floral tones, he detected a hint of musk, a heady blend that was ideal, seemingly made for her alone. He was absurdly pleased her eyes were green, a startlingly beautiful shade fringed with long, dark lashes. With no delay, he offered his hand to help her down the final step.

She accepted the courtesy as though they’d known each other forever. Her fingers curled around his, her palm achingly soft and hot.

It was a damn miracle his wasn’t sweating. He squeezed her hand gently. She stroked his thumb in acknowledgement that also held what appeared to be approval. A good sign. A woman in love with another guy or one who feared her man’s possessiveness didn’t behave like this.

Emboldened, Tim leaned closer and murmured, “Hi.”

Her smile softened at his greeting, confirming it hadn’t sounded nearly as unglued as he felt.

She tilted her face to their joined hands. “Hi.”

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Bio:

Tina Donahue is an award-winning, bestselling novelist in erotic, paranormal, contemporary and historical romance for Samhain Publishing, Ellora’s Cave, and Kensington. Booklist, Publisher’s Weekly, Romantic Times and numerous online sites have praised her work. Three of her erotic romances (Adored, Lush Velvet Nights, and Deep, Dark, Delicious) were named finalists in the 2011 EPIC competition. The French review site, Blue Moon reviews, chose her erotic romance Sensual Stranger as their Book of the Year 2010 (erotic category). The Golden Nib Award at Miz Love Loves Books was created specifically for Lush Velvet Nights, and two of her titles (The Yearning and Deep, Dark, Delicious) received an Award of Merit in the RWA Holt Medallion competition (2011 and 2012). Take Me Away and Adored both won second place in the NEC RWA contest (different years). Tina is featured in the 2012 Novel & Short Story Writer’s Market. She was the editor of an award–winning Midwestern newspaper and worked in Story Direction for a Hollywood production company.

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Tina Donahue is an award-winning, bestselling novelist in erotic, paranormal, contemporary and historical romance for Samhain Publishing, Ellora’s Cave, and Kensington. Booklist, Publisher’s Weekly, Romantic Times and numerous online sites have praised her work. Three of her erotic romances (Adored, Lush Velvet Nights, and Deep, Dark, Delicious) were named finalists in the 2011 EPIC competition. The French review site, Blue Moon reviews, chose her erotic romance Sensual Stranger as their Book of the Year 2010 (erotic category). The Golden Nib Award at Miz Love Loves Books was created specifically for Lush Velvet Nights, and two of her titles (The Yearning and Deep, Dark, Delicious) received an Award of Merit in the RWA Holt Medallion competition (2011 and 2012). Take Me Away and Adored both won second place in the NEC RWA contest (different years). Tina is featured in the 2012 Novel & Short Story Writer’s Market. She was the editor of an award–winning Midwestern newspaper and worked in Story Direction for a Hollywood production company.

On December 28th, Tina is set to release Losing Control, Book Two in her Appointment for Pleasure series.  Here’s the blurb and an excerpt to give you a taste of the story!

White lies…hot nights

Did you ever want someone you absolutely shouldn’t have? Did your desire grow to the point where you simply couldn’t help yourself any longer? Your heart and soul urged you to go for it…to see where passion might take you.

Thus begins Losing Control, Book Two in Tinas’ Appointment for Pleasure series.

Catherine’s a high-priced call girl. Tim is from old wealth. They shouldn’t have met the way they did and because of it, Catherine doesn’t tell Tim that she works for an escort agency.

She aches to be with him, not as a client, but as a woman who’s drawn to him as she’s never been with another man. Tim calls to something deep within Catherine, a part of her she hasn’t indulged because love isn’t something she believes she can have.

Their story begins at a holiday party in a DC mansion. Tim doesn’t know Catherine’s been watching him, yearning to be close. She knows who he is. To him, she’s a stranger, though not for long.

BLURB:

When it comes to passion, there are no rules…

She wasn’t supposed to hunger for him. Tim Bellamy was off-limits to Catherine, a high-priced call girl with an uneasy past. Indulging in his raw desire shouldn’t have happened, especially at a District party attended by the nation’s elite. Tim doesn’t know she works for the agency. If he did…  That’s not something Catherine wants to confess. Drowning in his strength and heat, aching to see him again, she keeps her secret.

From old wealth, Tim has never met anyone quite like Catherine. Exotic, elegant, earthy, she’s the best of all worlds. Their evenings are sensual delights where voyeurism, bondage and a growing bond satisfy carnal needs and stir something deep within…until he stumbles upon the truth.

Shaken by her lies, Tim needs to prove the depth of Catherine’s lust and yearning once and for all. For him, their erotic adventure has only begun…

EXCERPT:

She really should leave. “Catherine,” she murmured, telling him her name.

Tim’s smile said he approved. However, he also arched one eyebrow, a darker blond than his hair, the gesture indicating he wanted her last name too.

Catherine suspected he wouldn’t settle for anything less. He was a man used to being in charge, one she wanted to take down, to weaken with her kisses and caress. She longed to drive her fingers through his hair, mussing it, then coax his cock inside her cunt, driving him over the edge, making him defenseless within her embrace, proving her power over him.

“Oliver,” she added.

He grinned like a man who’d just won a prize, rather than having heard a partial truth.

Years ago, she’d legally changed her given name to one that was more elegant and preferred. With her agency fees and new identity, she’d enrolled in Georgetown, graduating with honors exactly as she’d told him. She’d gain her Masters next and get a real life, a home, using it to care for the one person who’d offered her love and safety during her bleak childhood when she’d had no one else.

None of her clients knew that, of course. Nor were they privy to her surname and educational accomplishments. No matter how many times they booked her, she was still merely Catherine to them.

A precaution she should have maintained with Tim. Already she’d told him too much, especially his preference in liquor, which she’d read in his dossier. How could she have been so dumb? Somehow, the words had just spilled out of her mouth without her realizing it.

Tim finished a sip of his drink. He was close enough for her to smell scotch on his breath, along with his fragrance, masculine and woodsy. His file claimed he always wore Clive Christian’s No. 1, priced at over eight hundred dollars for less than two ounces.

As far as Catherine was concerned, it was money well spent. She suppressed a shiver of delight.

<He leaned into her, his mouth near her ear and murmured, “What discipline are you studying?”

Catherine turned her face to his, pleased he was interested enough to ask, delighted he was so near. A few more inches and their lips would touch. His shadow of a beard suggested he hadn’t had time to shave before coming here or hadn’t cared enough about the event to do so. She was damned grateful for that. His bristly cheeks would be a wonderful contrast to his soft, warm lips.

“Sociology.” She paused to breathe, surprised she kept forgetting to do so. “Social inequality to be exact.”

Bleeding heart territory, she knew, and work that would never make her rich. Not that Catherine cared. However, she did wonder what Tim thought.

He continued to regard her with what appeared to be fascination, as though he couldn’t get enough of her. Unless she was simply hoping for that.

“What?” she asked.

“Good for you,” he murmured, running his hand up her arm.

Her legs went watery at his appraisal and touch.

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To celebrate the upcoming release – December 28 – of Losing Control, Tina is offering a contest.  One commenter (chosen at random) will have a chance to win one of my backlist ebooks from this list:

    • Adored – RWA award-winning; EPIC 2011 Finalist; 4 Stars RT
    • Deep, Dark, Delicious – EPIC 2011 Finalist; Holt Medallion Award of Merit
    • Lush Velvet Nights – EPIC 2011 Finalist; Golden Nib Award
    • In His Arms – SIX 5 Star Reviews; 4 Stars RT
    • Sensual Stranger – 2010 Book of the Year (erotic); 4 Stars RT
    • The Yearning – Top Ten Bestseller
    • Take Me Away – #1 Pick, Miz Love Loves Books
    • Unending Desire – Best Book Rating LASR
    • SiNN – Nominated for Book of the Week LASR
    • Sinfully Wicked – Magnificent – Romancing the Book
    • Claiming Magique – Top Pick NOR

frolicky friday fun-12 questions with nikki lynn barrett

Today, I want to introduce you to Nikki Lynn Barrett, who lives in Arizona with her husband and son. *turns and waves prettily at Nikki*  She’s an avid reader, a dreamer, and loves everything about books. She runs a book blog, an online used bookstore, and writes various genres of romance.

Nikki can also be found outside with her camera when a storm is near, snapping photo after photo. Her dreams of becoming a writer started when she was young, when she started writing books in one subject notebooks by the fifth grade. The Secret Santa Wishing Well is her debut book.

And without further ado….I give you Nikki…Take it away woman!

Describe your novel in seven words or less?
Emotional, inspirational, holiday, love, hopeful, magical.

Favorite book?
Nothing Lasts Forever, by Sidney Sheldon. It’s not a romance. It’s kind of…everything. Drama, romance, thriller…A librarian recommended it to me when I was probably 12 or 13, and I just love love love that book.

Fictional crush?
Damon, from Vampire Diaries….hey, they were books first!

Where were you born and where is home for you now?
I was born in El Paso, Texas. I’ve lived in Germany and Massachusetts as well, and  I now reside in Phoenix, Arizona.

Who is your favorite character that YOU have written?
Ben, the six year old of my heroine. He really stole the show….and the response toward Ben has been amazing so far.

What inspired you to write your first book?
I wrote my first book in the fifth grade, and the inspiration was the people on the street I lived on. It was my favorite time. We always had so much fun playing and growing up, so I was going to write a whole series. I even used our real names LOL. I never got past the first book…but it was written in those spiral notebooks.

Where do you get your ideas for your books?
Everywhere! It could be a phrase, a character, a situation….Seriously, there’s always ideas floating in my head. I keep notebooks everywhere to jot things down. Life itself is an inspiration for a story….

If you could trade places with any other person for a week, famous or not famous, living or dead, real or fictional with whom would it be?
Jo Dee Messina…She’s so perky and fun, and I love her singing. I’d love to be able to perform on stage and do the things she does, even if I have go to back to my life LOL. Okay, my life is not bad, it isn’t! But come on! A chance to tour? Uhh, yeah!

What do you like to do when you’re not writing?
I also run a book blog, Storm Goddess Book Reviews & More. I’m a mother to a rambunctious three year old, I’m a wife, I do photography, recently I started a jewelry design business with my mom….Let’s just say I’m on my toes a lot! 🙂

Can you share a little of your current work with us? 
Right now I’m working on a contemporary romance titled ‘Baby Stetson’ It’s about a woman that was left in a Stetson hat when she was a baby, and was adopted by two older people. Now, she’s in a country band in Texas, and wants to pursue her dreams, but has reasons for holding back. Her biological father has just contacted her, and she’s curious about her mother, though apparently the mother doesn’t want her to know who she is. Meanwhile, a secretive, mysterious man by the name of Lucas has come to town and she can’t seem to stop her attraction to him.

It’s the first of a little series about Love and Music in Texas. The second book will feature the same town, but books 3 and four will stray a little bit. Still features singers, but the towns will be different.

Is there any additional info you would like to share with your readers about what’s next for you and your books?
I’m going to keep em coming! I write in so many variety of romance subgenres, so you just never know what’s going to come from me next. I’m going to split up the series a little bit, so after writing Baby Stetson, I’m going to work on a paranormal suspense romance.  One thing you’ll always know is that the hero and heroine will have their HEA, regardless of the genre I write.

Where can readers stalk…um…I mean, find you?
Bring on the stalking, go ahead…I dare you 🙂

www.nikkilynnbarrett.blogspot.com
http://www.facebook.com/NikkiLynnBarrettauthor
Twitter: @Stormgoddess925
http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6583655.Nikki_Lynn_Barrett

The Secret Santa Wishing Well

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Nikki Lynn Barrett
The Secret Santa Wishing Well
Published by: Nikki Lynn Barrett
Contemporary holiday romance
About 55,000 words/184 print pages

 Blurb:

The magic of Christmas has been lost to Jacob Winston. At the suggestion of his ill sister, Jacob takes a job as a Secret Santa at the mall, hoping to restore his Christmas spirit. Even that doesn’t seem to work, until a special little boy ambles up to make a very special wish…

Cheyenne Jensen is struggling to raise her two kids without the help of her ex-husband who refuses to acknowledge his daughter’s existence and doesn’t provide for the son he does. This Christmas is shaping up to be as heartbreaking as the last, until her son Ben’s kind actions lead a stranger to them.

Ah, but it’s Christmas time and the magic has begun.

When Jacob and Cheyenne meet, neither can deny their immediate attraction to one another. As situations arise that require they spend more time together, their feelings grow stronger and stronger.

With Christmas fast approaching, the pair learn what matters most in life. Now, if only they could ditch the ghost of Christmases past.

Maybe this holiday will bring some wishes come true- for everyone after all.

Excerpt:

It didn’t take long for her to come back. Jacob moved to the living room, standing and waiting. When he saw her coming, he closed the gap between them. Before he could could think twice, he touched her shoulder gently, wanting to thank her for the evening.

But instead of talking, he leaned in and kissed her. Just a light kiss. Gentle. Friendly.

Until she responded. She had her arms around him, pulling him for another kiss. Deeper. Sweeter. She tasted so sweet. Her need made him swell. He could do this all night. Jacob pressed her against the wall, their kisses deepening with urgency. He ran his fingers through her fine hair. Hers wrapped around. his neck, rubbing lightly.

Jacob pulled back abruptly. “Cheyenne,” he ground out. “We have to stop.” Before I lose it. He didn’t want to stop. He never expected her to reciprocate like this. Wow. Maybe it wasn’t one sided after all. Jacob sighed.

That halted everything. She pulled away, looking at him with wide, beautiful eyes. “I’m sorry. I pushed. You must think I’m a fool. I thought, when you kissed me…” Cheyenne attempted to move out of Jacob’s embrace. Oh, damn. She thought he didn’t want her. He did, oh, how he did.

“No, no. Honey, that’s not it at all. Kissing you was magical. Amazing. But we just met. I don’t want to take things too far. But I would love to see you again.” He pushed back loose strands of her hair that hung over her face when she’d moved. She looked so vulnerable. Was she going to cry? Oh hell, he wouldn’t be able to handle it if she did. The last thing he wanted was for her to be upset with him.

“I’d like that, too. It was a wonderful, amazing day, and I have you to thank for it.” She nearly whispered the words, choking up on the last part. “God, I’m a mess. I’m sorry. There’s been so much going on, and my signals are going crazy at the moment.”

Yours aren’t the only one, Jacob thought. He pulled his cell phone from his pocket, typing in her name in the contacts and handing it to her. “Can I have your number?”

She laughed. “Of course.” Her fingers brushed his as she took the phone from him, tapping in her number. She handed it back to him. Electric shocks of awareness zipped through him. His gaze lingered on her, knowing he needed to get the hell out of here before he lost it completely.

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