Ground Hog day again….hummm, you know, sometimes, as a
writer, I feel like a ground hog. I’ll be working along on a project and
someone pulls me out of my writing cave for a release. That book was written
most times a full year before it releases, so my little mind is entrenched in my
current project. Honestly, I know how Punxsutawney Phil feels…lol. Did anyone
catch the other ground hog? I understand he’s the main contender for
competition with Punxsutawney Phil. In this case, the Mayor was trying to tell
everyone that Jimmy, the official groundhog in Sun Prairie did not see his
shadow and spring was coming early. Jimmy bit the Mayor on the ear. Now I don’t
claim to be an expert on Ground Hog but I’m thinking that means, Jimmy thought
you misheard him Mr. Mayor. Spring is not coming early, Jimmy wants to go back
to bed.
I know I’m going back into my writing burrow. Filthy Rich is
releasing this month but I’m about to close out the second book on what will be my
next series. It’s hot enough to keep even my toes warm too! I hope you all enjoy
Filthy Rich.
Cheers!
Dawn Ryder
Excerpt-
She was shutting him out.
Nartan watched the way Celeste tightened her features and
looked away from his face. He really didn’t need to get involved. But leaving
felt like quitting.
That was something he never did.
“It won’t be over until you pull that weed out by the root,”
he informed her. “That’s how that ghost maintains its grip.”
She started to shake her head. “This isn’t your concern.”
He stepped into her path when she tried to make a getaway.
“Or maybe I should have said, it won’t be over until you
find the courage to face your demons.”
Her eyes widened in surprise before her temper flickered in
her eyes. “Like I said neither of us needs the tension hooking up will create.”
“The way you blush when you look at me says differently.” He
shrugged and watched the way her gaze lowered to his shoulders. “Am I the first
man who’s excited you since you left the prick? Or am I just the first one
who’s made it past your defense system?”
“You don’t—” She bit back the lie, a hint of disgust
surfacing in her expression. “My sex drive works just fine.”
He offered her a raised eyebrow. “You’re good at it, the
brush off.”
“How would you know?” She questioned. “You don’t look like a
man who gets told no very often.”
He chuckled. “Thanks for noticing.”
“Can you even name the last five partners you had?” she
asked.
Nartan locked gazes with her. “Now you’re back to being a
bitch to get me to shove off.”
“Maybe I am a bitch.”
He studied her for a long moment. “You aren’t. I know my share
of them.”
She drew in a deep breath. “My point exactly. But just in
case you don’t get it, I’m not interested in joining your list of friends with
benefits. I know what it’s like to be used and I won’t be doing it to someone
else. Even if you’re willing.”
Surprise flashed through him, and it unleashed a wave of
need that shocked him with its intensity.
“Tell me you don’t want to touch me and I’ll walk away.”
She’d crossed her arms over her chest. She gripped her own
bicep, her fingertips pressing into the skin. There was a flash of guilt in her
eyes, a hint of fear over being unmasked, which sent a jolt of excitement
through him.
“I want the same thing.”
“Yeah, I got that message when you pinched my butt,” she
responded in a dry tone.
“I cupped it.” He withdrew his hand from his pocket and
mimicked a little pat.
Her face turned scarlet.
But the tip of her tongue appeared and swept across her
lower lip. He stepped toward her and had to force himself to stop when her
expression become guarded.
“Touch me, Celeste.”
She blinked. “Excuse me?”
He crooked his finger, beckoning her forward. “Come here and
finish what we started last night…” He laid his hands on his chest for a
moment. “Do what you felt the impulse to do, and don’t let that prick keep you
bottled up.”
“I told you, I’m not interested in doing anything about what
I feel for you.” She shook her head.
“Why would I? Your ideas are clearly
different than mine when it comes to relationships. I’m a complication you
don’t want any more than I want to be disappointed by you.”
“All that proves is that you like getting what you want,”
Celeste countered, doing her best to recall exactly why using him was something
she wanted to avoid.
“You think I have to follow you to get it?” It wasn’t really
the tone of his voice, just the way his features sharpened with confidence. He
knew his effect on women and enjoyed reaping the benefits.
“Thanks for confirming what I thought about you the first
time we met.”
She went to step past him, but he moved into her path. “And
what was that?”
“That you are very successful and accustomed to being in
control.” She sighed and held up her hand when he started to speak. “It’s
nothing personal. I just don’t go for the controlling type.”
His eyes had narrowed, but his lips lifted just a bit at the
corners. “The hell you don’t. That little puppy dog that tried his hand at
impressing you on the dance floor didn’t have a prayer, because you need
someone who is going to impress you before you yield.”
“You sound like a cave man.”
He reached out and clasped her nape, curling his hand around
the slender column. He gave her just a taste of his strength, enough to unleash
a flood of heat before releasing her.
He chuckled softly when she averted her gaze to keep him
from seeing what she felt. “What’s wrong? Don’t know what to do when I remove
the opportunity for you to divert your attention away from how I affect you?”
Exactly.
The thought scrapped her pride, leaving her smarting as she
was forced to admit there was a lot of truth in his accusation.
“Nartan, this is just going to get messy.
”
“You don’t trust a confident man, but there is no way you’d
surrender to one who wasn’t confident.” His voice hardened. “Your ex is
succeeding in getting you to build your own prison.”
Was that true?
She hated the fact that it might be.
He reached out again. Doing it slowly, testing her nerve.
She felt the distance between them closing, everything slowing down as she
became immersed in the sharp sensation of anticipation.
But she didn’t pull back. She locked gazes with him. “You might be right.”
“And you don’t like that?”
“No.” She stepped
closer to him. “Let’s see if it was
moon madness last night.”
All of her senses were heightened, her skin ultra-sensitive
when he brushed the surface of her cheek with his fingertips. She shivered, her
eyes slipping closed as she savored the connection between their skin.
For just a moment, time froze and she allowed herself to
savor the contact. Oh yes, she had forgotten how good it felt to be touched.
Decadent…
But she opened her eyes when she realized she’d never
enjoyed a man’s touch as much. This was more intense and far more likely to
explode.
“You’re fire.” She shook her head, intending to sever the
connection between their gazes, but he slid his hand into her hair, rubbing
across her scalp before he closed the distance between them and tightened his
fist in her hair.
“I could make the same accusation.” His eyes glittered with
need. “I haven’t stopped thinking about
kissing you again.”
She gasped, the sight of him on the edge driving her closer
to it herself. He leaned down and captured the sound with his lips.
It wasn’t a hard kiss.
She could have pulled away from a hard, possessive claiming
of her lips.
Nartan started with a soft press that stole her breath. It
might have been slow, but he still pressed his mouth against hers with all the
solid confidence she’d accused him of having. It was there in the way he slid
his lips across hers. Once, twice, and then a third time before he teased her
lower lip with a soft lick.
Everything except the connection between them ceased to
register. She reached for him, smoothing her hands down the cotton of his
shirt. She dipped her fingers beneath the blue tie, determined to get closer to
his skin.
She could smell him. That musky scent that turned her on as
much as the way he stroked her tongue with his. It was masterful, arrogant, but
excitement tore through her like lightening and left a burning trail behind.
She twisted toward him, straining upwards so she might kiss
him. The hold on her nape changed, tightening as he growled. He curled his
other arm around her, binding her against his body as she reached for his hair
and pulled his head tighter against her own.
The kiss became demanding and hard. He pulled her right off
her feet and pressed her up against the wall of the building. He reached down,
sliding his hand across the curve of one side of her bottom and further down to
her thigh. Heat roared through her, her heart pounding as her clit began to
ache. The need to press against him was so intense, she never protested when he
pulled her thigh up to allow him to press against her mound.
He hissed, his fingers slipping beneath the hem of her skirt
and discovering one strap from her garter belt was the only thing to keep his
hand off her bare skin. She shivered, his skin connecting with hers like a clap
of thunder. She jerked her head back, unbearably conscious of how exposed she
was. Only a thin triangle of silk covered her sex, just inches from his
fingers. She was on edge, completely exposed. Frantic with the need for more.
More of him.
Filthy
Rich
By Dawn Ryder
Sourcebooks Casablanca
Erotic Romance
February 3, 2015
ISBN: 9781402287152
“Tantalizing” – RT
Book Reviews on Out of Bounds
SHE’S FIGHTING FOR
CONTROL…
Celeste Connor swore that she’d never be a victim again.
After the hell of her abusive ex, the last thing she needs is to be under
another man’s thumb. But when she catches the eye of fiercely dominant Nartan
Lupan at her best friend’s wedding, Celeste finds herself drawn into a
glittering world of wealth and power that has her body aching and her mind
reeling.
HE’S FIGHTING TO
MAKE HER HIS…
Nartan is a filthy rich businessman who works hard, plays
harder, and doesn’t take no for an answer—and he wants Celeste with a hunger
he’s never before felt. He’ll do whatever it takes to have her. But Nartan
didn’t expect that he’d want still more…
Dawn Ryder is
the erotic romance pen name of a bestselling author of historical romances. She
has been publishing her stories for over 8 years to a growing and appreciative
audience. She is commercially published in mass market and trade paper, and
digi-first published with trade paper releases. She is hugely committed to her
career as an author, as well as to other authors and to her readership. She
resides in Southern California.
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