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 storyJ
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.
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