Thursday, July 10, 2014

Excerpt: ONE MORE NIGHT by Lauren Blakely @LaurenBlakely3

Your presence is requested for another installment in the tale of Julia and Clay, two red-hot lovers. Come inside their world of passion and suspense once more for a deliciously erotic and heart-poundingly dangerous story of pearls, handcuffs, thieves, mobsters, poker and pleasure in the city of sin…

Happy endings don’t come easily. They’re hard-won and Clay Nichols is going to have to keep earning his…

Now living together in New York with her debt safely paid off, sexy bartender Julia Bell and hot-as-hell entertainment lawyer Clay thought their future was clear sailing.

But life doesn’t work that way and the fiery lovers run into a slew of new challenges as Clay tries to put a ring on it. Trouble looms in every corner–trouble from clients, trouble with timing, and, most of all, trouble from her past returns on their trip to Vegas. A dangerous man who knows much more about Julia than he should surfaces in Sin City where they’re supposed to be enjoying a weekend getaway. Following her in the casino, watching her every move at the pool, targeting her as she plays poker.

Too bad Clay is called away repeatedly, leaving Julia alone in a sprawling hotel full of dark corners, back rooms, and unsavory characters. Can Clay save her from danger one more time, and then finally get down on one knee? Or will he be too late for the woman he adores?

Read on in ONE MORE NIGHT, a new novel in the New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Seductive Nights series packed with more sex, more dirty talk and more danger. And per your request, the recipe for Julia’s award-winning cocktail, the Purple Snow Globe, has finally been revealed in this ebook!

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This is part 2 of the excerpt reveal. Read part 2 tomorrow at the Lusty Literate.

He tilted his head and scratched his jaw. “Hmmm. It’s not?”

She tapped the window. “Look, Clay,” she said. “This isn’t the way we usually go. I think your driver is going the wrong way. We need to let him know.”

“You better tell him then.”

She hit the button for the partition. The glass that separated their sprawling leather pleasure den from the driver lowered with a soft swishing sound.

“Hey there,” she said in a chipper tone.

“Yes, ma’am. What can I do for you?”

“I think we might have taken a wrong turn. I’m not sure this is the way to Newark, and we have to catch our plane in an hour.”

“We’ll make the flight no problem, ma’am.”

“Oh. So you’re going to turn around now?” she asked, leaning closer to the front. The corner of the driver’s lips twitched, as if he were suppressing the start of an errant smirk.

“There’s a back route I know to the airport, ma’am. It cuts through this town. We’ll be there soon,” he said, his hands on the wheel, his eyes on the road, the little sliver of a smile threatening his lips.

“If you say so,” she said, playfully. “How long till we reach the airport?”

“About five minutes.”

“Thank you so much. And by the way, thanks for making this such a smooth ride,” she said, then tossed a naughty look at Clay, who knew exactly why she’d been barely aware of her surroundings when he’d buried his face between her legs a few minutes ago, then sent her soaring and screaming. She returned to her seat, and whispered to Clay, “That’s odd, don’t you think? I’ve never heard of a secret back route to Newark. You’d think everyone would know about it. Or that it’s the sort of intel that would get shared among friends. Do you think we’ll catch that United flight? The next one was booked, and I have that meeting with Farrell Spirits at two, Vegas time.”

He reached for her hand, threading his fingers through hers, squeezing tight. “There’s not a chance in hell we aren’t making it to Vegas on time. I promise you that. You will make your meeting, and we might even be early. When I checked the flights this morning, the weather was smooth sailing all through the friendly skies.”

She arched an eyebrow, not quite sure where his cocky confidence about air travel was coming from, but then not caring when she realized there was a small window of opportunity to perform her favorite job. Stabbing the partition button once more, she sealed them off from the driver, and wedged herself next to her sexy man, dropping her hand on his crotch, delighted to discover he was still completely aroused.

“You are still hard from what you did to me,” she said in a purr.

“Gorgeous, I’m hard nearly all the time being around you.”

“Then I need to do something about it, because we have five minutes and this driver gives one hell of a smooth ride.”

“Then let’s get those lips of yours wrapped around me and see what kind of ride you can give me,” he said, the gravel of his voice sending a flurry of tingles down her spine.

“You know I love a challenge, Clay. And I’m going to give it to you good right now.”

“You always do. But I’m not easy. I don’t know if you can pull this off in five minutes,” he said, deliberately taunting her.

She wagged a finger at him, then unzipped his dark blue jeans in one quick move, tugging his briefs down too. “I know exactly how to lick, suck and touch your cock for a two-minute, a five-minute and a ten-minute blow job,” she said, then dropped her mouth onto his erection, taking him all the way in in one smooth, quick move.

He groaned instantly. “Maybe,” he said, as if he didn’t believe her. “But which one is this going to be?”

About the Author

Lauren Blakely writes sexy contemporary romance novels with heat, heart, and humor, and her books have appeared on the New York Times, USA Today, Amazon, Barnes and Noble, and iBooks bestseller lists. Like the heroine in FAR TOO TEMPTING, she thinks life should be filled with family, laughter, and the kind of love that love songs promise. Lauren lives in California with her husband, children, and dogs. Her novels include Caught Up In Us, Pretending He’s Mine, Playing With Her Heart, and Trophy Husband. She also writes for young adults under the name Daisy Whitney.

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