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A contemporary romance sweetened with a bit of vanilla sexcapades. Where Derek Davenport is concerned, women only had one thing in mind: trap him into a marriage. The perfect way out? Hire a courtesan. While partying with his buddies he places an online ad that reads — Woman Wanted. Unemployed and nearing financial desperation, Arianne is forced to step out of her comfort zone and answers an ad that reads Woman Wanted.
With minimal hours and excellent pay, she accepts the position of courtesan to a handsome billionaire. Their sexual antics cause emotions neither is willing to admit it. Will Arianne and Derek drive each other crazy…or will they fall in love first? Print Here is a sexy excerpt: Deciding to chance it, she led him to the bedroom then set her bag at the foot of the bed.
He opened his mouth to speak, but Arianne placed a finger to his lips, signaling him to be quiet. Facing him, she removed his suit jacket, walked to the closet and hung it on a hanger. Tugging at the knot she released his tie and draped it over her shoulder. One at a time she undid the buttons of his shirt and released his cuff links. Sliding her hands up his bare chest, she slipped her hands over his shoulders and pushed the shirt off his body.
It dropped to the floor. She picked it up, placed it and the tie on another hanger and the cuff links on the dresser. With the same care, she removed his shoes, socks and dress slacks, leaving him in his boxers. She pointed to the bed and signaled for him to roll onto his stomach. She kicked off her shoes then reached into her gym bag and took out a bottle of musk scented body oil. Pouring a quantity into her palms, she cupped it until it had warmed, then dribbled it around his back and shoulders.
Using her fingertips, Arianne spread the oil over his bare skin. Kneading the shoulders and upper back she felt his muscles loosen. She worked her fingers down his muscled shoulders and arms. She worked until his brow relaxed and his breathing calmed. Arianne pulled two long silk sashes out of the gym bag. His eyes widened as he raised his brows.
She patted his stomach. His focus remained on her as she repeated the same maneuver to his legs using the longer sashes. When he was secure and unable to move his limbs, Arianne stood next to the bed and unbuttoned her blouse. She pulled the material opened revealing a sexy, black, lace bra. Placing the palms of her hands on her breasts, she alternated between cupping her breasts and squeezing them.
She slipped her right hand along the white fleshy mound of her breast. She eased her left hand inside and teased her other nipple. Pulling her hands back out, she dragged her fingers under the bottom band of her bra and slide it up over her breasts exposing them.
With her breasts free, she cupped and squeezed, rubbed small circles and rippled her nipples between her fingers. Her voice was breathless and low. And my nipples are so round and firm, and pink.
Do you know what they like? Like this. And they love to be teased—twisted between my thumb and finger—like this. They also adore pain. Pulling the nipples like this, stretching just enough to cause pain, but never enough to make me cry. See what it does. It makes them grow firm. Hard as marbles against my soft flesh.
She climbed onto the bed near his feet and knelt. Her breasts hung a breath away from his legs. Moving back and forth, languorously and sensually, she let it slide against him, and then moved over to his right leg. A perfectly firm nipple to slip between two soft, wet, hungry lips. Bio and Social Media Two writers in one. Daryl daryldevore lives in an old farmhouse in Ontario, Canada, with her husband, a large salt water aquarium full of fish, a black cat named Licorice and some house ghosts.
Her daughter is grown and has flown the nest. Daryl loves to take long walks on her quiet country road or snowshoe across the back acres, and in the summer, kayak along the St. Lawrence River. She has touched a moon rock, a mammoth, and a meteorite.
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Please tell readers a little about yourself, Daryl. I live in Ontario, Canada with husband and pets. In the summer I like to garden. In the winter I hibernate. I wish I could shake your hand!
One of the most stressful times for an author is getting ready for a release. I always thought the hard part was writing the book. No, finding blogs to appear on, or other promotional events and setting up the media can be time-consuming. I can see Liza sitting at her laptop rolling her eyes at that statement. She is the queen of promotion and organization. Me — not so much. I am a very laid back person and author.
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With miniscule hours and excellent pay, she accepts the position of courtesan to Derek, a handsomely dashing man, whom she finds out is a billionaire. Engaging in a game of cat and mouse, will they drive each other crazyor will they fall in love first. Engaging in a game of cat and mouse, will they drive each other crazy…or will they fall in love first. Blankly staring at the screen she finished the bottle of red wine, consumed her precooked, fast-frozen meal in a container and had changed to white wine, without noticing the difference.