THE NEXT CONTESTANT
It’s a contest only Jax and his
fraternity brothers are
playing. Whoever scores the most points
wins the game.
Kimber’s a feisty young woman
enjoying life.
No plans for finding Mr. Right. Not
when Mr. All
Wrong left her in a world of deceit and
crushed her spirit.
Jax is the epitome of men. His striking
good looks turn
heads. Lots of them. He walks past
Kimber in a cloud of
sex and arrogance, and he’s slowly
dragging her in to his
perimeters.
This wasn’t a part of Kimber’s
strategy—she hadn’t
planned on him and struggles to pull
back, away from his
striking distance, the kiss of death.
It’s a game of command and docility.
He’s gaining control.
She’s falling prey.
When stakes are high and Jax is at the
top, will he let it
all go for Kimber? Because choosing
Kimber will end his
game and he’ll certainly fail if he
drops out now. And if
he backs out, will Kimber still want
him when she learns
the dirty little fraternity
secret?
Excerpt 1:
Kimber’s thrown a towel on the ground
and she’s lying there, naked. Eyes closed, cheeks flush, wet
strands of hair sprawled out to the sides… but that’s not what’s
holding me here.
I unbutton my jeans and release my full
on erection, pre cum and all. Slowly stroking myself, I watch her
squirt clear liquid—probably KY—down her slit. Her raised knees
are bent and she spreads them wide, her naked self, right there for
my eyes to take in. I smother my gasp. She’s all sexy and smooth,
not a lick of hair on her pussy. I can only imagine how she tastes. I
want to lick her, finger her, and then fuck her. She begins rubbing
her clit softly, slowly… then picking up the pace. She grunts a
little and then moans. I grind my hips, thrusting and pumping my cock
harder wishing I were inside of her.
Kimber raises her hips, her middle
finger sliding down her folds and she dips it inside. I lose it and
cum on the spot. Fuck. I need to get out of here.
Excerpt 2:
“C’mon, Jax. Afraid to tap this
wetness? Afraid to get yourself soaked?” She swoops down and
splashes ice-cold water at me. I march after her and she knows, knows
she’s in trouble now. She turns around and starts to run.
God. Her ass. I want to bite it. I want
to do all kinds of nasty with her and her sweet little ass.
When she’s a good distance away from
me, I go into a full sprint and catch up to her. It doesn’t take
long before I’ve got my arms wrapped around her and I’m taking
her down at the edge of the waves lapping at the shoreline.
We’re both panting and smirking. “You
think I’m afraid to get wet?”
“It might mess up your perfectly
messy hair,” she says as she reaches both hands up and brushes her
fingers along my scalp. I push in between her legs and press my
erection against her, then grind into her, hard.
“Baby, there’s only one wet thing I
want to tap into, and it isn’t the ocean.” I lean down, bite her
pert nipple through the fabric of her top, and slide my hand down her
side to cup her ass. I can’t help it if my fingers slip under the
flimsy fabric and wander toward the crease. Once my finger hits that
tight little rim, she jerks her hips up.
Meet the Author, Dani
Evans:
Dani Evan studies Romance-ology where
she travels abroad many fictitious places and lives in the hearts of
countless heroines and heroes. She experiences the greatest love
stories, heartbreaks, high levels of angst, and scorching seductions.
All adventures have been, thus far, rather… orgasmic! She hopes her
characters will bring the same joy to the romance community as so
many Indie and traditionally published authors have given her.
Reading enlightens all of our worlds
and is the greatest escape from the daily stresses of life.
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