So I'm kinda a day late on this from some technical difficulties but here it is. The excerpt from On More Night by: Lauren Blakely. And be sure to follow at least one of the links below to see the second half of the reveal.
Thursday, 9:03 a.m., New York
from: cnichols@gmail.com
date: August 14, 9:03 AM
subject: You, naked and sound asleep in bed
this morning . . .
You have no idea how hard it was for me not
to wake you up before I left for work and do bad things to you.
date: August 14, 11:18 AM
subject: Just waking up now . . .
I’m a little confused. Did you just say you
declined to do bad things to me? I can’t think of a single reason why you would
do that.
from: cnichols@gmail.com
date: August 14, 11:22 AM
subject: Get your rest while you can . .
.
Every now and then I’m a gentleman in the
bedroom, and you needed your sleep. Especially with the things I plan to do to
you this weekend. I won’t be a gentleman then.
date: August 14, 11:43 AM
subject: Then I won’t be a lady . . .
Not just bad things, I hope. But very bad
things? We are going to the city of sin, after all. I expect no stone unturned
in your sinful pursuits.
from: cnichols@gmail.com
date: August 14, 11:55 AM
subject: All stones overturned and then
some . . .
I have so many sinful things planned for
you that I’d be stopped at the border. That is, if Vegas had a border.
date: August 14, 12:07 PM
subject: Frisk me, please
Are you going to tell me anything about
this weekend? Will I, for instance, be handcuffed?
from: cnichols@gmail.com
date: August 14, 12:16 PM
subject: You look good with your wrists
bound.
You won’t get a word out of me on that
front. All I have to say is this: Just. You. Wait.
Friday, 8:36 a.m., New York
Her hair a wild tumble and her eyes still hazy from what
Clay had done to her, Julia sat up in the leather seat of the town car and
glanced out the tinted window, catching a glimpse of the houses rolling by.
Some red brick, a few yellow clapboard, all with freshly-mown lawns and crisp
hedges. Pulling her gaze away from the glass, she tugged her skirt back down to
her knees, then flashed a woozy thank-you-for-the-fantastic-O smile at her man.
He winked as he adjusted his tie—his lucky purple tie.
Earlier this morning, he’d been wearing a sun-yellow silk tie that she’d bought
for him at Barney’s a few weeks ago for no reason except that she knew it would
look good on him. Indeed, the tie accentuated his power attorney style
perfectly when he wore it to an important meeting the next day, and it had
looked particularly fetching on her later that night when he’d twined it around
her wrists then lifted her onto the kitchen counter and had her as an appetizer
before they both enjoyed dinner.
But even though she had fond memories of the yellow tie,
she’d insisted he wear the purple one today. It was a trip to Vegas after all,
and they’d be gambling for fun, so they needed Lady Luck on their side.
Whatever good fortune this tie had brought him, she wanted it traveling all the
way to the city she hadn’t visited in a long while. The place she’d despised on
principle for the last few years, but was ready to fall in love with again on
this trip.
“Now, that’s a way to start a vacation,” she said, snuggling
next to her handsome man who’d just pleasured her. That was one of his favorite
things to do, and he’d brought her many Os
in many town cars over the last few months, starting with that first weekend
she’d visited him in New York.
He’d treated her quite well in moving vehicles. Come to
think of it, he’d treated her well every-fucking-where and back.
“There’s more where that came from,” he said, as he wrapped
an arm around her, pulling her in close.
“I never expect anything less than a regular supply of your
talented mouth,” she said, running her palm along his square jawline, locking
her gaze with his deep brown eyes that knew her so well. She threaded her
fingers through his thick hair, simply because she could, simply because it was
damn near impossible to keep her hands off him. She moved in for a kiss, but
something in her peripheral vision nagged at her. Those houses beyond the
window.
Houses?
That’s when it hit her. There were no houses on the way to the airport.
There were no manicured lawns and pretty porches on the path they usually took.
It was highway all the way, but she’d been too preoccupied moaning, writhing
and rocking her hips against his face the last several minutes to notice.
She dropped her hand from his hair and narrowed her eyes.
“This isn’t the route to Newark,” she said, her voice a bit panicked.
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About ONE MORE NIGHT:
Your presence is requested for another installment in the tale of Julia and Clay, two red-hot lovers. Come inside their world of passion and suspense once more for a deliciously erotic and heart-poundingly dangerous story of pearls, handcuffs, thieves, mobsters, poker and pleasure in the city of sin…
Happy endings don’t come easily. They’re hard-won and Clay Nichols is going to have to keep earning his…
Now living together in New York with her debt safely paid off, sexy bartender Julia Bell and hot-as-hell entertainment lawyer Clay thought their future was clear sailing.
But life doesn’t work that way and the fiery lovers run into a slew of new challenges as Clay tries to put a ring on it. Trouble looms in every corner–trouble from clients, trouble with timing, and, most of all, trouble from her past returns on their trip to Vegas. A dangerous man who knows much more about Julia than he should surfaces in Sin City where they’re supposed to be enjoying a weekend getaway. Following her in the casino, watching her every move at the pool, targeting her as she plays poker.
Too bad Clay is called away repeatedly, leaving Julia alone in a sprawling hotel full of dark corners, back rooms, and unsavory characters. Can Clay save her from danger one more time, and then finally get down on one knee? Or will he be too late for the woman he adores?
Read on in ONE MORE NIGHT, a new novel in the New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Seductive Nights series packed with more sex, more dirty talk and more danger. And per your request, the recipe for Julia’s award-winning cocktail, the Purple Snow Globe, has finally been revealed in this ebook!
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Lauren Blakely writes sexy contemporary romance novels with heat, heart, and humor, and her books have appeared on the New York Times, USA Today, Amazon, Barnes and Noble, and iBooks bestseller lists. Like the heroine in FAR TOO TEMPTING, she thinks life should be filled with family, laughter, and the kind of love that love songs promise. Lauren lives in California with her husband, children, and dogs. Her novels include Caught Up In Us, Pretending He’s Mine, Playing With Her Heart, and Trophy Husband. She also writes for young adults under the name Daisy Whitney.
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And don’t miss the prequel novella, FIRST NIGHT, and the full-length novels, NIGHT AFTER NIGHT and AFTER THIS NIGHT, in the Seductive Nights Series!
About Lauren Blakely:
Lauren Blakely writes sexy contemporary romance novels with heat, heart, and humor, and her books have appeared on the New York Times, USA Today, Amazon, Barnes and Noble, and iBooks bestseller lists. Like the heroine in FAR TOO TEMPTING, she thinks life should be filled with family, laughter, and the kind of love that love songs promise. Lauren lives in California with her husband, children, and dogs. Her novels include Caught Up In Us, Pretending He’s Mine, Playing With Her Heart, and Trophy Husband. She also writes for young adults under the name Daisy Whitney.
Links:
Website: http://www.laurenblakely.com/
Twitter: https://twitter.com/LaurenBlakely3
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