Sunday is my new favorite day of the week... mostly because I get off at 6:30am and don't have to go back to work until Tuesday night. A weekend is a beautiful thing. :)
I haven't shared much of Rhapsody, nor have I posted anything for Sinful Sunday in quite a while, so I thought I'd take care of both and give you guys a little teaser today.
Summary: After Anton Vetrov brutally murders a young girl as a warning to Tristan Riley, the broken DEA agent believes the best thing for Lillian Maddox to do would be to stay far, far away from him. But Lillian knows a thing or two about fear, and she's not willing to let the man she loves push her away that easily. If he won't fight for them, she will... even if that means risking her life to prove she's strong enough to live in his world.
Her plan ends in disaster when she's dragged out of Teplo at gunpoint, forcing Tristan onto a collision course with the Vetrov family and Pedro Francisco. With nothing left to lose except the only woman who has ever mattered to him, he will do whatever it takes to stop Vetrov and Francisco from ever hurting her again.
But he doesn't know they've been waiting for him to make his move. When he does, all hell breaks loose, and his life is on the line. It's up to Lillian and the DEA to save him, and she's terrified they won't make it in time.
Thrust headlong into a violent, bloody confrontation with the Vetrov family, Lillian comes face to the face with the heartbreaking realization that maybe she doesn't belong in Tristan's world after all. When the smoke clears, will he be able to convince his ballerina that she's the best thing for him, or will he lose her and the chance at a real future once and for all?
Rhapsody is intended for readers over the age of 18 due to graphic scenes of violence, drug abuse, language, and explicit sexual situations. The story is quite a bit darker than Ravished. It's also full of action. And not just the naughty kind. There are kidnappings and explosions and fights and all kinds of craziness. But that's all I'm saying about that. :)
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And don't forget, Rhapsody is now available for pre-order on Amazon!
"I don't." He avoided her gaze.
She reached out and wrapped her hand around the bulge in his pants. He groaned, his head smacking the window hard. "Liar," she whispered, squeezing lightly when his gaze flew back to hers. Even now, when everything was so incredibly messed up, his was hard for her.
"You want me," she challenged him. He swallowed harshly when she rubbed him through his jeans, causing his cock to twitch against her palm. "You're dying for me, Tristan. Standing there, not touching me, is fucking killing you."
"No," he groaned, muscles tightening all over his body as he tried to hold himself in place.
She tugged at the zipper of his jeans. "You do want me. You want me so badly you're ready to beg me for it." He groaned wordlessly as she popped the button. "Don't tell me that's not true. I can feel it." She pressed her palm to him through the fabric of his boxers, indicating exactly what she meant. "You ache for me."
"I… oh, Christ!" he cried out when she delved into his boxers and wrapped her fingers around his hard length, gripping him firmly.
"Tell me you don't want me now, Tristan," she whispered as she pulled him free of his jeans and began to stroke his length. His eyes were shut tight, his expression one of painful pleasure. Tears welled in her eyes as she worked her hand up and down his cock, overwhelmed by how much she wanted him in this moment. By how much she always wanted him. "Tell me you don't love me. If you mean it, tell me."
"Baby, please," he groaned as she continued to stroke him, merciless in her assault on his willpower.
"Please what?" She reveled in the feel of him in her hand. That he could be so out of control and still want her as desperately as she wanted him took her breath away. He hardened further as she stroked him, pumping along his shaft and playing with the soft skin on the underside of his cock.
"Oh fuck, please." He lost the fight with his body, his hips surging forward, thrusting himself harder into her hand. "God, baby. I need you. Fuck! I need you."
A thrill went through her as his willpower crumbled, leaving him pleading with her for release. She suddenly understood exactly how he felt when she begged him for more, why he craved it so much. To know that she'd reduced him to this sent a rush of power through her. She was the reason broken pleas fell from his lips. She was the reason he trembled in her hands, so turned on, he thrust without thought, seeking more of her warmth. She'd done this to him with nothing more than a few words and her hands on his body.
"You want me, Tristan," she said. "Say it."
"Say it," she demanded, pumping her hand up and down his length again.
"Fucking Christ, I want you, beautiful. I need you… so fucking much… please…" he moaned, surrendering. "Don't stop. Fuck, don't ever stop."
Desire rushed through her in a wild surge at his surrender. "Come with me," she demanded, wrapping her hand around him and guiding him away from the windows toward the couch.
He followed willingly—the look of unfettered desire on his face spellbinding to her—until the backs of her knees hit the couch. She lowered herself down, not even flinching when pain shot through her leg. Right then, it didn't matter to her. This mattered to her. He mattered to her.
And he wanted her. Desperately.
He was begging for her.
"Look at me," she whispered. She pumped her fist up and down his length once more, her gaze riveted to the sight of her hand wrapped around him. He was so big in her palm, so hard and perfect.
He groaned again, but his eyes didn't open.
She shifted her position on the couch, licked her lips. "Look at me now."
His eyes flew open.