(ENG) #ExcerptReveal Hook by Elisabeth Grace
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Hi everybody!
There's a new book in my TBR and I wanna share with you a little excerpt that the wonderful ladies of TRSoR have sent.
“I'm here
because you're paying me,” I bit out.
His muscles
stiffened and Marco pressed his lips together. “Of that, I am fully aware.” His
hands dropped to his sides and his jaw ticked.
“I just
meant...” I trailed off, unsure how to rectify the situation. I’d let my anger
get the best of me. Marco looked down with such intensity in his dark gaze that
I drew in a breath and held it.
Eventually,
he wrapped his hands around me and I exhaled a shaky breath. He drew me to his
firm chest and dropped his forehead to the top of my head. Being locked in his
embrace and pressed against his body left me breathless. Tingling started in my
extremities as Marco’s hand caressed up and down my back. He nuzzled his face
into my neck and drew in a deep breath, inhaling my scent.
“Profumi
d’estate. You smell like a sweet summer breeze.” His lips grazed my neck and I
shuddered before he brought his forehead to mine.
His scent—a
combination of expensive cologne with a hint of bergamot—drifted into my nose.
Suddenly, I wanted to pleasure this man. Not because I was being paid to do it,
but because I wanted him to want me, I wanted to make him happy, and I wanted
to know him intimately. As fucked up as all that was.
I moved my
hands to his chest, feeling his hard pecs flex beneath my palms as I dragged
them down his abdomen, eventually lowering myself to my knees. The outline of
his swollen cock was clear through his suit pants and I traced the shape with a
single finger. When I reached the tip and squeezed, he hissed and pushed his
hips forward. Wetness pooled between my thighs and my clit pulsed, demanding
attention.
I looked up
at him as I undid his belt and slowly pulled his zipper down. His large hands
threaded into his hair, his eyes a little wild. My nipples hardened when I
opened his pants and saw that he wore no underwear. Did he always go commando?
I licked my
lips at the sight of his large, uncircumcised cock, stiff and straining in
front of me. Before I could act, Marco bent at the waist and reached down,
gripping my wrists and stilling me. He squeezed them, and with only a look he
told me to let go of his dress pants. I did, unable to help myself from doing
his bidding.
Marco gently
pushed one strap of my dress off my shoulder and then the other. He pulled the
fabric down, and since I wore no bra, my breasts sprung free. His eyes flared
and he bit down on his bottom lip, sucking it into his mouth as he did. Unable
to control my reaction, my back arched, silently begging him to put his hands,
mouth—hell, anything—on me.
My breasts
felt swollen and heavy, my nipples almost painfully erect. Marco ran the back
of his hand softly along the outside edge of one breast as my heart hammered in
my chest like a tribal drum, the beat picking up speed the longer I was forced
to wait. His heavy-lidded gaze drifted up to meet mine at the same time his
fingers clamped around one of my nipples and squeezed. I cried out, my head
dropping back at the pure ecstasy of pain that was matched with equal parts
pleasure.
“Sei
perfetta,” he said, falling to his knees.
He palmed my
breast, and I brought my head up just in time to watch his head dip down. He
sucked the nipple he’d just delivered such exquisite torture to into his hot
mouth, soothing the ache that remained. With no warning, he twisted my other
nipple. My hands dove into his hair while his steady gaze watched my reaction.
His full lips dragged across my hot skin until he reached my other nipple and
laved it, erasing the sting of his assault.
Then he
squeezed both of my breasts, pressing them together. “I am going to fuck these
beautiful tits. Soon.”
God, I hoped Marco was a man of his
word.
His stiff
shaft bobbed with his movements while he played with me a little longer,
sucking and pinching and pulling and tugging. Everything he did was driving me
wild.
Finally, he
pulled away from me and stood back up, his pants wide open and displaying his
impressive manhood. Marco unbuttoned his shirt as I kneeled below him, watching
the buttons give way, one by one, revealing even more of his chiseled chest.
The man
definitely spent time working on his physique. Starting at his protruding pecs,
I reached up and ran my hands down his eight-pack and along the deep V carved
into the lower half of his abdomen. Both the V and his dark treasure trail
seemed to be pointing to the one thing that could ease the steady heat burning
inside of me.
I hadn’t realized how hard I was biting my bottom lip
until Marco pushed his shirt off so that his cock was front and center, begging
for attention. Dark, assessing eyes looked down on me, and a smug grin tugged
on one corner of his mouth. “Open up, bella.” His hand pushed into my hair and
pulled me forward.
He didn’t
have to ask twice.
Meet Marco
Valenti on April 25th!
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Blurb
Women loathed me without even
knowing my name.
Men coveted the very idea of me.
Escort. Call girl. Prostitute.
Hooker. Whore.
I'd heard it all. Done it all.
Over the years I'd felt a lot of
things about my occupation...but not regret--never regret. I had my reasons for
doing what I did and nothing and no one had ever made me question them.
UNTIL
MARCO VALENTI.
He'd changed me and I'd naively
fed into the fairy tale.
But Marco wasn't my Prince
Charming.
He had secrets of his own.
Secrets that would eventually rip
away everything I held dear.
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About the author:
USA
Today Bestselling author, Elisabeth Grace, has a soft spot for romance novels
with happily ever afters and a hot spot for alpha males! She currently lives
outside Toronto, Canada with her hubby and two small children. Life is busy,
but never to busy for a good story and to share her love of reading and writing
with others.
Website:
http://elisabeth-grace.com/
Twitter:
https://twitter.com/1ElisabethGrace
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