Tuesday, November 19, 2013

Sweet Victory by Ember Casey - Blitz

Title: Sweet Victory
Author: Ember Casey
Release date: November 19th, 2013
Genre:  Erotic Romance / Steamy Contemporary Romance
Tour: Irresistible Reads Book Tours
A His Wicked Games novella coming November 19th, 2013.

One night. One game. One wicked experience they’ll never forget…

It’s Lily and Calder’s first night in their new apartment—and Calder proposes a steamy showdown that’s certain to leave both of them breathless. In a challenge like this, things are sure to get heated—but neither of them can be prepared for the surprises that await them as their ultimate game unfolds…

I’m not sure how long I lie there afterward, just struggling to see straight again.
“How’s that for a welcome?” Calder says, more than a little amused by my reaction.
I try to look pissed, but I imagine that the best I’m managing is still somewhere between “still incredibly aroused” and “deliciously satisfied.”
“If you think I’m going to let you get away with that,” I say when I can speak once more, “then you don’t know me very well.”
He laughs, but he doesn’t resist when I push him off me and onto his back. He knocks over a garbage bag full of sheets, but that only makes him laugh harder.
“So you think this is funny?” I tease, straddling him. “Just wait until I’m done with you.”
I lean down to attack his mouth, but the minute our tongues meet, his phone goes off again.
“Who the hell…” he says, tearing his mouth away from mine. He slides his hand between us and pulls the buzzing electronic from his pocket. His brows crease slightly when he reads the name, and I sit back.
“What is it?” I ask.
He’s frowning. “Unknown number. But they’ve called me three times.”
That’s weird. “Could it be a client?”
“Perhaps. But I usually keep those numbers on my contacts list.” His frown deepens. “Unless I forgot one. Or maybe Hafford passed my number along to someone.”
Calder has been working for a consulting firm right here in town, and he’s been doing so well that they promoted him last month. His workload is pretty intense, but he’s happy—as happy and fulfilled as I’ve ever seen him. He told me once that he had a knack for numbers, but it turns out that he has no shortage of love for them, too.
Still, he’s not the sort of guy to spend his free time glued to his phone, especially when we’re, erm, in the middle of things. But he looks concerned, so I sit back.
“Do you want to call your office?” I say. It took a little wrangling for him to get today off, and I don’t want him to get any trouble. “Maybe something important came up.”
I can see the war waging in his eyes, the responsibility fighting the desire. But I kiss him gently on the cheek.
“Go on,” I say, climbing off of him. “We can continue this in a few minutes.”
He nods, resigned, though I can tell he’s as disappointed as I am.
“When I get back,” he says, leaning toward me and brushing his thumb across my bottom lip, “I expect that revenge you promised.”
I grin. “I’m not going anywhere.”
Calder stands and helps me to my feet, then retreats into the second bedroom to make the call. Curious as I am, I resist the urge to follow and eavesdrop. I trust him to tell me if anything serious is going on. It’s probably just an anxious client.
Besides—this little interruption has given me the perfect opportunity to whip out that new lingerie. We’ve spent nearly every night together for the past few months, but we’re no longer bouncing between his place or my place. I want the first night in our place to be extra special.
It takes me several minutes to find the right suitcase among the piles of stuff all over the floor—especially considering how weak my legs still feel beneath me—but I finally spot the purple battered bag behind the door to the kitchen. I’m halfway undressed already, so it only takes me a minute to pull the rest of my clothes off and pull the lacy, slinky babydoll over my head.
I’m adjusting the straps when I hear Calder return, and I duck quickly behind the door.
“Just a minute!” I say. “I want it to be a surprise.”
Calder laughs. “I leave you alone for two minutes and you’re already up to trouble.”
“You’ll enjoy it. I promise.” I untwist one of the shoulder straps and then run my hands down the length of the garment, ensuring that the sheer fabric lies flush against my body. It clings to me from my barely-concealed breasts to the soft curve of my upper thighs. This lingerie certainly doesn’t leave much to the imagination.
“You ready?” I say finally. I peek out at him, then slowly ease my body out from behind the door.
Calder’s eyes widen the moment I step into view, but as they sweep down my body—quickly the first time, then with a lingering appreciation the second—they darken and the lids droop into barely-concealed lust.
“What do you think?” I ask, shifting my weight so that the lingerie presses against the round shape of my hip.
He responds with a sound very much like a growl.
“Definitely worth the wait,” he says. Then in three strides he’s across the room, grabbing me, crushing his mouth against mine.
Ember Casey is a twenty-something writer who lives in Atlanta, Georgia in a den of iniquity (or so she likes to tell people). When she's not writing steamy romances, you can find her whipping up baked goods (usually of the chocolate variety), traveling (her bucket list is infinite), or generally causing trouble (because somebody has to do it).

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