Book two of
the Hot Model Mine trilogy is finally here! Did you wonder what happened to
erotic romance author Andrea and her irresistible cover model, Yushka, after
the conference in Cannes?
In book
one, The Perfect Shoot, things were complicated for the couple. He was much
younger than her—practically the same age as her twins—and she'd spent half her
life without a man. After much reflection, she ended up giving into her desire
and taking Mr. Hot Model for lover. But what then after they traveled back to
their separate lives?
Wait no
more: They're here to tell the continuation of their sizzling love story J
BLURB:
The writing conference in sunny Cannes was fantastical, a dream. Back at
home, reality catches up with author Andrea Johnson and the sexy cover
model of her book, Yushka. With tough working schedules, challenging
family relations, and seductive temptation from all sides, the
couple’s explosive romance is put to the test.
Will their love be strong enough to have a future?
BOOK TRAILER:
EXCERPT:
While Yushka gets his duffel bag in the
back seat, I lean against the side of the Corolla and stretch my arms on top of
its roof. “You got everything?”
“Yeah.” He lifts the bag over his shoulder
and tilts his head in direction of the front door. “We good to go?”
My pulse beats a little faster at the
thought of him dropping that bag on my bedroom floor and lifting me in his arms
instead. I’m so excited to be with him, I simmer inside, aching to touch and
hold him. I want to have all of him at once, right now.
A spark of amusement plays in his gorgeous
Asian eyes as he waits for me to make a move. “What’s on your mind, Princess?”
Holding his gaze, I smile, my fingers
tapping a beat on the car hood to buy some time because I don’t know what to
reply. I have a feeling whatever might come out of my mouth now, like I can’t wait to rip those clothes off you
or I’m going to make you scream, will
sound too cheesy. Why do we need to put our attraction into words, anyway? Once
we’re home, there’ll be no reason to talk that much. We’ll do the talking with
our more-than-capable hands and … um … mouths.
I tap a quick rap before stepping back from
the car. “Come on.”
“Okay.” Widening his smile, he follows me
to the front entrance.
I unlock and push the wood door open. “I
hope your bag’s not too heavy. The elevator doesn’t work.”
“When are they gonna fix it?”
“Huh, good question.” I step forward, but
when in the doorway, I spin to hold the door open for him. “I have no idea.”
“No?” With a raised brow, he passes me.
Just then, I move toward him,
chest-to-chest, blocking him and his thick bag between myself and the
doorframe.
“Oh!” He laughs.
As the door pushes into my back, squeezing
me tighter against him, I put my hands on his waist. First above his
clothes––the thick leather jacket and his shirt––then sneaking underneath both
of them, my fingers splaying on his warm skin and stroking him.
Completely stuck, he tilts his head and
stares into my eyes, his own sparkling with playfulness. “What are you up to?”
“You have a problem?” I move my hands out
from beneath his shirt and go downward to palm his tight ass cheeks, pulling
his crotch to me. My lower stomach and increasingly heating inner thighs seek
to meet his. I want to be so near him he’ll feel my lust, and I want his lust
to grow, too. I need us to join and be a match, a melting pot of desire,
irresistible and untamable.
“I have to bribe you?” he asks, voice
lower, and leans down to kiss me.
How did he guess? At the warm touch of his
parted lips, delight rushes through me as if I’d had a shot of alcohol.
He retreats his face a few inches, enough
to have a view of what he just kissed. “This good enough for you?” His voice
comes out husky, a bit short of breath. With his free hand, he strokes and
kneads my butt.
“One
more,” I mouth with the next exhale of air. Though the door bores painfully
into my back, I don’t want to move, loving
the feel of being so close to
Yushka, so intimate. It’s amazing how instantaneous and intense our connection
is. Just wait till we get our clothes off.
Again, his warm lips land on mine, and we
kiss greedily, nose-to-nose, wet tongues playing with each other. My inner
pussy muscles clench, remembering too well what it’s like to have his cock
inside. I breathe faster. A growing hardness in his crotch presses against me,
provoking more tightening. Oh, God. Hot wetness glides down my pussy,
wetting my panties. So ready, so soon… I mew into his mouth, and he rewards me
with a guttural response, our mouths practically eating each other.
But this isn’t the right place. We need to
move and play this torturous game and its grand finale somewhere else.
Releasing his lips, I gasp from our
separation, but still manage to pull away.
“Fuck, you’re hot.” He inhales deeply and
looks up, feverish eyes widening and trying to refocus.
As I step backward, forcing the door to
open again, cold evening air sneaks between our heated bodies. “Let’s go,” I
say with a croak, my chest heaving.
He gives a small nod and steps inside the
low-lit lobby.
WHERE TO FIND
MINE TO LOVE:
AUTHOR BIO:
I like my reads hot, fast, and edgy,
and strive to give my own stories the same intensity. After venturing into
dirty inner-city crime drama with my debut novel Wild Hearted, I divide my
writing time between psychological thriller, suspense romance, and erotic
contemporary romance.
Thank you so much for hosting the release of Mine to Love!
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