Title: The Rub Down
Author: Gina Sheldon
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: April 20, 2015
Cover Design: Melissa
at MGBookCovers
Dark
room
Luke Stratton spends his days making
clients moan in pleasure. His hands hold the ability to drive a woman to the
brink of ecstasy. As a rule, his professional touch is the only thing he gives
any female client. Until a Boston marathon trainee seeks his services.
Bare
skin
One year after the tragic Boston Marathon
bombing, Alexa Williams must overcome horrible memories of that day. She
struggles to put her fear aside to meet the challenge of the run. A rigorous
training schedule leaves her body aching, and with Luke’s help, Alexa finds
soothing release at The Rub Down.
Healing
Hands
Will Luke hold onto his rules and let Alexa
go, or will they be able to cross the finish line together?
Prologue
Crisp white linens covered Tamlyn’s spread limbs,
and soft candlelight cast shadows across her features.
“Harder, Luke, harder. You know I love when
you’re rough with me.” She squirmed under my touch, her voice drowning out the
soft background music. After two years in our relationship, I was accustomed to
her giving me directions.
“Tamlyn, you know I’ll bruise you if I go
at you any harder, and you won’t be able to walk tomorrow.” I spoke in a low,
even tone, trying not to disrupt our rhythm. Every stroke of my fingers on her
bare skin served a specific purpose. Tamlyn liked it hard and fast, but I
preferred giving it to her gentle and slow.
“Right now, I don’t care. My body needs
this. Needs you. Danny can’t give me what I need anymore.” She opened her eyes
to peer up at me. “I’m too used to how you make me feel.”
“Oh, stop, Tam. You and I both know that
Danny’s good. I’ve never heard a woman complain about him.” My hands glided
over her smooth calves. “His style’s different from mine, but he knows how to
get results.”
Tamlyn wasn’t the first woman Danny and I
had shared. In fact, we often swapped clients. In our line of business, it was
common practice. We thought it was beneficial to the women who came to
us.
“I know, but you know my needs and meet
them every. Single. Time I see you.” She moaned when I gripped her hips. “I
hate when you have to leave town. I seriously can’t survive without seeing you
at least once a week.” Tamlyn tilted her hips to increase pressure right where
she wanted me. “I even asked my husband, and you know I hate doing that. He
tried his very best to do exactly what you taught him, but I swear I only moan
so his feelings aren’t hurt.”
“Derek looked like he knew what he was
doing when I taught him how to take care of you.”
A few months ago, Tamlyn brought her
husband to see me. She wanted him trained to satisfy her body’s needs in my
absence.
“Now hush, our time’s almost up, and I’m
not through with you yet. I haven’t heard you scream my name,” I said as I
moved into position to finish her off.
To gain better leverage for what I planned
next, I placed my knee on the edge of the table. As my fingers trailed her
inner thighs, Tamlyn squirmed beneath me. This was my favorite part, and I was
going to make sure she enjoyed every second of it. As I reached my destination,
her moans grew louder.
Then the door to the room slammed against
the wall.
“You cheating bastard.” My girlfriend,
Jennie, stood in the doorway, red-faced and screaming at the top of her lungs.
Before her crazed presence registered in my mind, she lunged for
Tamlyn.
All hell broke loose.
Gina Sheldon is a devoted wife, busy mom of
twin girls, and the proud owner of a small business. She often travels the very
streets of Boston she writes about in her debut novel, “The Rub Down.” One
thing she refuses to leave home without is her Kindle. Their relationship
borders on obsessive. As a beta reader and blogger, Gina shares her love of
books with others, and her love of words has now carried her into the field of
self-publishing. When she’s not reading or writing, she can be found surrounded
by family and friends, enjoying a glass of wine, Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups, or
both.
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