Trouble releases on August 7th, and I figure it’s time to give you all a little peek. You can see the first chapter HERE if you want, but fro the weekend, I thought I’d give you a bit of something special.
First: The Blurb.
Samair Jones is fed up with being a pushover for her boss and for her two-timing boyfriend. All she wants is to live by her own rules. Then she meets hot nightclub owner Valentine Ward and the decadent possibilities of answering only to herself become daringly clear. Especially when Valentine is willing to indulge every one of Samair’s fantasies- no strings attached.
At least none that Samair can see. Then she meets Valentine’s powerful, jealous, and dangerously manipulative ex-wife Vera. Vera’s about to throw a new kink into Samair and Valentine’s games, and this one could be trouble.
Now The excerpt
Despair was heavy in Val’s gut as he stared at the numbers in front of him.
Three weeks. He had three weeks left to raise fifty thousand dollars. That’s over fifteen thousand a week, free and clear of the clubs normal running expenses, and no way to do it. The account pages printed out from his computer weren’t giving him any brilliant ideas, but he didn’t know where else to look.
His head fell back against the chair and he closed his eyes. He needed an idea. A big one. An event that wouldn’t cost him much to put together, but would bring in a big crowd with money to spend.
In his mind he pictured the warehouse when he’d bought it. It had taken more than money to turn it into the club it was now. Sex sells for sure, but he’d made sure to keep it classy.
He’d worked the club himself every night. Sometimes he worked the bar, sometimes he’d worked the door. Unable to afford to pay dancers, but wanting to keep the caged as a classy feature and not a trashy fixture, he’d gotten the idea to make the cages exclusive only to dancers who passed an audition. In return for dancing for him, he gave them perks like never having to pay cover, use of the VIP area or private party room for no charge, and occasional bar tabs.
Nothing but pure determination and guts had helped him get Risqué started, and slowly business had picked up. He’d re-invested every penny and kept building and improving Risqué. And it had paid off.
His club was one of the hottest in town. He was bringing in a steadily growing income that would make any businessman proud. Only it wasn’t enough.
The club would’ve been his, free and clear in less than a year at the rate he was going. But it wasn’t enough, Vera had to fuck it up. Spoiled little rich girl that was, she’d taken his leaving her as a sign of war and she was hitting him where it hurt. And it hurt real bad.
What the fuck was he going to do?
The sharp peal of his cell phone pulled him from his thoughts and he snatched it off the desk. Caller ID said Private Number.
“Hello.”
“I’d like to live out another fantasy, please.”
Samair.
He eyed the papers spread across his desk. The numbers weren’t going to change on their own, and he really shouldn’t let himself get distracted.
“Val?”
Maybe a little distraction was just what he needed. Something to rejuvenate his fighting spirit. “You called the right man.”
Thirty minutes later the doorbell rang and Val glanced at his watch in surprise. She was on time. He put the unopened beer in his hand back on the shelf, and closed the fridge.
Sure steps brought him to the front door, and when he opened it his mouth went dry.
Blond hair tousled, blue eyes sparkling, and curves covered up by a shiny black PVC coat had Samair looking like an angel recently kicked out of heaven for misbehaving … and glad of it.
The fair skin at her throat sparkled with some sort of glitter, leading his eyes to the shadowed cleavage showcased by the mini-trench coat. With the jacket cinched tight at her waist it flared out to end at mid-thigh and left lots of leg to drool over.
Like the skirt she’d worn the other night, it brought one thought to his mind, easy access. “Are you wearing panties under that?”
“That’s for me to know,” she said as she stepped past him to enter the house. “And you to find out.”
Her scent filled his head and his body tightened. His dick was waking up fast.
She’d stopped in the middle of the small entrance way and was looking around. The apartment was nothing special, and for the first time since he’d moved in there, he cared what someone thought. When he left Vera, he hadn’t really cared where he lived, as long as it was far from his ex. He spent most of his time at the club anyway.
Just when he’d started to think about finding a new place, he found out about the crap she’d pulled with his bank officer, and he couldn’t afford it. When it came to choosing between a nice condo or his club, the club won hands down. Not that it mattered, Samair wasn’t exactly there to help him decorate.
With that in mind he stepped close, invading her personal space he leaned in, his loose hair falling forward and blending with hers as he whispered in her ear. “I hope to find out more than if you’ve got underwear on.”
He brushed his fingertips against her bare thigh and watched her pupils dilate and the pulse at the base of her throat throb. Good. It was nice to know she was as hot for him as he was for her.
He shifted closer to kiss her, but she braced a hand on the center of his chest and stopped him cold. “Uh uh.”
“No?”
“I’m here to live out a fantasy. A fantasy you promised me.” She tilted her head back and met his gaze head on. “In this fantasy, I’m in charge and you’re mine to do with as I please.”
Christ!
She’d managed to pick the one thing he wasn’t sure he could pull off. Control was something he valued way to much to give up to anyone. Yet, every muscle in his body was suddenly strung tight, eager to be touched and stroked. His cock was hard enough to hammer nails with and his jeans were tighter than the ball of tension growing in the middle of his chest.
Samair licked her lips, watching him closely.
The urge to say ‘No way’ was strong, but he shoved it away and met her gaze. They weren’t strangers anymore, and he wanted to keep it that way. If he said no now, their affair might end right there. And right then, she was the only thing giving him pleasure in life. He wasn’t ready for it to end.
When he didn’t say anything and she dropped her bag on the floor before she started a slow stroll around him. Her hand smoothed up over his chest, she fingered the ends of his hair and he suppressed a shiver as goose bumps rose on his skin. She let go and trailed her hand across his shoulder, and down his back.
He waited for her to pat his ass but it didn’t happen, and he was surprised at the disappointment he felt.
“You’ve been deliciously in charge each time we’ve been together, and it occurred to me that I haven’t been gotten to play much,” she said as she came around in front of him again. “So tonight, I’m the kid, and you’re the candy store.”
Her playfulness helped him relax a little. “Does that mean you’re going to eat me?”
“Among other things.” She winked and stepped back.
She unbelted the jacket, shrugged it off her shoulders and it dropped to the floor leaving her standing there in a shiny PVC halter and a matching pair of short shorts.
“You like?” Samair held up her hands and slowly turned in a circle.
Oh yeah. He liked so much he forgot to breathe when he saw that the shorts barely covered her magnificent ass. She was all woman and the caveman inside him was fighting to get out.
“Yes,” he growled low in his throat and she laughed.
“Take me to your bedroom.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He reached down, grabbed a handful of ass and lifted. Samair wrapped her legs around his waist and they stared at each other as he walked from the room. Every step had her bumping against his hard-on and he thanked God he lived in such a small place. His bedroom was less than a dozen steps from the front entrance.
He stopped in the middle of his room and arched an eyebrow. “What next, ma’am?”
“You may put me down now.” Her full lips twitched. The little minx was trying not to laugh!
He stepped forward and dropped her on the bed, loving the surprised squeak she made when she bounced. She might be playing at being a dominatrix, but they both knew she was doing just that. Playing.
And it was just what he needed. Some good ol’, down and dirty lighthearted fun. Entertainment of the best kind.
“Strip for me,” Samair commanded from her lounging position in the center of the bed, eager to see Val completely naked for the first time.
Fire flashed in his eyes. The same fire that flared when she’d told him what her fantasy was. As strong and in control as this man always was, it was obvious that the thought of letting her have free rein with his body turned him on.
She’d known it was a risk to try this with him. But he was always so in control when they were together. Each time he had her so hot and horny that she wasn’t even aware she didn’t get to touch him until it was all over.
The idea of taking charge had come to her when they were still in the private room at Risqué. He had just given her an orgasm so fucking strong her knees had buckled, and she’d still wanted to lay him down and climb on top.
Now she was gonna make it happen, and she was going to take her time doing it.
Val stood at the foot of the bed, hands on his hips. When he’d opened the door for her and she’d seen him with his hair down for the first time, her fingers had immediately started itching to stroke the glossy blue-black strands. Now she wanted to see it against bare skin.
He reached over his head and pulled the faded blue t-shirt off in one smooth move. She drank in her first sight of his naked chest. She’d felt those muscles under her hands, against her body, but she’d yet to see them. His chest was firm, with little brown nipples poking through a small pelt of dark hair. The washboard hardness of his stomach made her mouth water. Her gaze followed the treasure trail of hair from his belly button to where it disappeared under his waistband.
His hands paused on the last button of his button-fly jeans and she raised her gaze to his.
“Spread your legs for me.” His voice was husky, raw.
She realized her own hand was between her thighs, mirroring his actions. She let her knees fall apart and ran a fingertip over her covered slit, and up to the bare skin of her belly.
“I want you naked, Val. Hurry up.”
“Yes, Ma’am.” He shoved his jeans over his hips, taking any underwear he’d had on with them. She was pleased to see that he made a point of taking his socks off too.
She sat up an inched her way to the end of the bed.
“Come closer,” she commanded when she was sitting with her feet on the floor.
She’d planned to tease them both once he was naked. But the sight of his long thick cock standing so proud was too hard to resist. She reached out, cupped his ass, and pulled him closer. Rubbing her cheek over the silk covered hardness, she inhaled his scent, and let her breath tease him.
His butt clenched under her hands and she scraped her nails across them lightly, eliciting a low groan from him. With slow deliberate moves she kissed the flat of his belly and the crease of his thigh. Then when his hands reached for her head, she took him in her mouth.
She parted her lips and took him as deep as she could. Gentleness and teasing gone, she licked and sucked with more enthusiasm than skill. He felt so good in her mouth, his thighs trembling under her hands. He tasted so good, all musky man and pure sex.
Sucking air in through her nose, she fought to breathe as she bobbed her head up and down. With each stroke she swirled her tongue around the shaft, feeling it throb and grow harder and thicker in her mouth as his hands clenched in her hair and his moans filled the room.
She was in control. She was making him moan and sigh and cry out her name. She didn’t want it to ever stop.
Reaching between his thighs with one hand she palmed his heavy sac. Rolling his balls between her fingers, she squeezed lightly.
His fists tightened in her hair. “Christ, you’re gonna kill me, darlin’.”
Heart pounding, blood racing through her veins, Samair, pulled her mouth away and looked up at him. He stroked a gentle finger down her cheek and the air between them shifted. At that moment, they didn’t need words to communicate.
Samair reached for his hands and lay back on the bed, pulling him down above her. The playful teasing atmosphere was gone, as was her desperate hunger for him. In its place was a connection like she’d never felt before.
His body came down full length on top of her and she reveled in his weight. Eye’s still locked, he lowered his head and touched her lips softly. A light grazing, back and forth before she parted them and his tongue slipped inside.
Lips softened, tongues rubbed and heartbeats matched as they looked deep into one another’s eyes. Passion, trust and acceptance were silently given and received.
Samair’s hands ran over Val’s back, the muscled rippling beneath her palms. His chest pressed down on hers, his hips flexing between her thighs making her inside ache to be filled. Bracing her hands on his shoulders, she arched up and rolled them both so she was on top. With a quick wiggle she got rid of her shirts before straddling Val’s hips, and taking him deep inside her.
“Yes,” Samair hissed.
Val’s mouth opened, but no sound came out.
“Oh, Val,” she murmured as she began to rock her hips. “This is going to be so good.”
His heavy lidded gaze fueled her inner fire in a way that his hands on her hips couldn’t. There was lust and fire and raw hunger in his gaze as he watched her. His fingers dug into the softness of her hips for a moment then those hot hands reached back and cupped her ass. He squeezed and fondled her plumpness and she’d never felt more beautiful or sexy in her life.
Straightening up, she watched him watch her as she ran her hands over her belly and ribcage. She slid the halter up and cupped her bared breasts. When she pinched her nipples, her insides clenched in response. Val groaned and thrust upwards, going deeper.
She smiled, and did it again.
Unable to tease herself anymore, she braced her hands on his chest, looked deep into his eyes and started to ride him. She lifted and lowered onto the man that had lit the fire within her, her speed picking up as the bed squeaked and bounced and she slammed down onto him. His hands gripped her ass as he matched her thrust for thrust, his panting mingling with hers to make erotic music.
“Samair … come on baby … I’m going to come.”
She closed her eyes, focused on the feel of his naked cock deep inside her. Touching her core. Touching her heart.
Her pussy tightened and his cock jerked at the same moment his thumb slid between them and circled her clit.
“Yes!”
Warmth filled her pussy and tremors shook her body as her she ground down on Val and welcomed the pleasure of taking everything he had to give.
“Trouble was a red-hot page-turner for this reviewer. It held my attention from beginning to end. Sasha White did a fascinating job of combining an interesting plot and steamy hot sex scenes. The sex scenes were so hot that this reviewer had to take a cold shower.”
