Thanks so much for having me here today J
Hands up who likes sexy Italian men? How
about feisty heroines, dynamic family relationships, hot sex, and a haunting
love story? How about we throw in some beautiful scenery with a generous dash
of danger, and twists and turns to take your breath away and keep you on the
edge of your seat?
You do, do you? Well, it just so happens
that book three of my Giovanni Clan series, has all that and more.
I touch on some tough issues in this story
and we seem to have jumped a heat level as a result. When Jemima's past catches
up with her, it falls to cousin Giorgio to honor the promises he made in book
two of the series. If you haven't read the previous books, don't worry, you'll
catch up. The stories stand on their own. However, if you feel the need to
check them out, don't let me stop you ;-)
Too Hot To Handle, book one in the series
is reduced to just 99 cents for a limited time only, and it happens to have one
very sexy firefighter in it.
*grins*
To celebrate the releases of Too Devious To
Tame I am giving one lucky reader a chance to win either of the first two books
in the series. Winner's choice. Just leave me a comment J
Readers already familiar with the stories
will recognize Jemima and Giorgio from book two. In Too Devious To Tame I delve
into the mechanics of their relationship. These two have a past, and the
choices they made come to haunt them in this book.
Will they make it through, and safely out
of the tangled webs they've created?
BLURB:
When Giorgio Giovanni tracks the
troublesome Jemima down in a hospital bed in Italy, he has one thing on his
mind—revenge. However, the fragile woman he encounters is not the devious
female he remembers. When it becomes clear that she is in danger, he risks
everything to keep her safe.
Left for dead, Jemima wakes up in hospital,
terrified, and with no idea of her identity. The angry man, who comes to claim
her, is the only link to a shared past she can't remember. A past that
threatens to destroy them, and all she has ever held dear.
With danger all around them, and their
sexual chemistry off the scale, can they find their way back to each other, or
is the past too devious to tame?
EXCERPT:
Tears clouded her vision at the concern in his voice, and he swore
and moved to untie her.
"No, I'm fine, really. Leave it. Show me how it should be,
please. Help me to forget."
He stared at her for the longest time, one large hand, hot and heavy
on her belly, his gaze so intense it took her breath away. When he finally smiled, it lit up his harsh
features. She didn't catch the murmured Italian words he mumbled under his
breath, but the kiss that followed had her curl her toes into the bed with the
effort to not release herself from her bonds and bury her hands in his hair to
make him hurry up and fuck her.
He was breathing as heavily as she by the time he released her, and
she bit back a moan when he simply ripped the rest of her dress off her. Her
bra and knickers followed the fate of her dress, until she lay in front of him
naked, wet, and wanting. He ran his knuckles slowly up and down her tummy in
ever widening circles, and then reached across to the ice bucket with a slow
grin.
"Shut your eyes for me, cara." His voice had dropped an octave, and her
stomach dropped right with it, seeing him hold a couple of ice cubes in his
fingers. She shook her head and bucked off the bed, when he flicked his hand
over her breasts. Ice cold drops of water fell on her skin and trickled between
the valley of her breasts. He licked the drops away, his warm tongue taking
away the coldness left by the water.
"Shut your eyes, trust me. This will be so much better for you
when you can't see what I'm doing." He kissed a path down her quivering
tummy, and she blinked back tears at the tender way he caressed her abdomen. He
paused to drop a long kiss just above her pubic bone, and his hot breath teased
her wet folds. Her clit tingled, and she shut her eyes, as he renewed his
request for her to do so. She couldn't see what he was doing, but the bed
dipped as he adjusted his weight again. His hot mouth closed over one of her
nipples at the same time as the other was subjected to an ice cube being
circled around it.
She gasped at the intense sensation, and Giorgio swapped sides. The
difference between his warm mouth and tongue and the ice cube sent her body into
spasms of need. She writhed under him, and he laughed. Again and again he
repeated the process all along her body. A path of ice, followed by the warmth
of his tongue as he licked the icy trails away, leaving fiery awareness in its
wake. By the time he finally reached her pussy, she was hovering on the brink
of orgasm. She whimpered her need when he pushed an ice cube high into her
channel and then proceeded to lick around her clit, careful to never touch her
when she needed him most. The melting ice cube mixed in with her own juices and
trickled slowly out her hole. Her pussy clenched, and she didn't recognize the
needy voice pleading with him to please do something.
He blew against her slit and shouldered her legs wider.
"Così bello, e tutto
mio." He followed the words
with a kiss, and she screamed when he pulled her clit into his mouth and
swirled his tongue around it, at the same time as he pushed another ice cube
into her empty channel. Her walls closed around the slippery object, and
spasmed wildly as the first quivers of her orgasm hit. Giorgio groaned into her
core and stepped up his sweet torture on her clit. When he pushed two fingers
into her core, and massaged her sweet spot, the intensity of her orgasm hit her
with the full force of freight train.
"That's it, tesoro, fly for me." He caught her
scream of release in his mouth, and she could taste herself in the passionate
kiss he gave her, dimly aware of him withdrawing his fingers and replacing them
with his cock. Thick, hard, and so very long he filled her completely as he
pushed into her swollen core, until he was seated to the hilt. She wrapped her
legs around him and dug her feet into his calves to give him better access and
to take him as deep as she could. He started thrusting, every move driving him
deeper into her, and tumbling her right over the edge again, as her inner
muscles contracted around his thick member. Faster and faster he pumped, his
harsh breathing in her ear the most erotic sound ever, his hands and lips
seemingly everywhere, arousing every little bit of skin he touched until her
whole body was a mass of sensation. Again her body climbed toward that peak of
sheer joy, and this time Giorgio was with her every step of the ecstatic
journey they took together. Her eyes flew open, and she drowned in the rolling
depths of emotion she saw reflected in his, as they came together in their
explosive release.
When her body finally stopped shaking, she could taste the salt of
tears in her mouth. Giorgio kissed them off her face, and he released her from
her bonds, and pulled her into his embrace. She had to smile at his grumbled,
"If this is pretending, then I hate to see what will happen when we do
this for real."
Author
Bio:
Glutton for punishment would be a good
description for Doris... at least that's what she hears on an almost daily
basis when people find out that she has a brood of nine children, ranging from
adult to toddler and lives happily in a far too small house, cluttered with
children, pets, dust bunnies, and one very understanding and supportive
husband. Domestic goddess she is not.
There is always something better to do
after all, like working on the latest manuscript and trying not to scare the
locals even more than usual by talking out loud to the voices in her head. Her
characters tend to be pretty insistent to get their stories told, and you will
find Doris burning the midnight oil on a regular basis. Only time to get any
peace and quiet and besides, sleep is for wimps.
She likes to spin sensual, sassy, and sexy
tales involving alpha heroes to die for, and heroines who give as good as they
get. From contemporary to paranormal, BDSM to F/F, and Ménage, haunting love
stories are guaranteed.
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