Release Date: 29 July 2012
Dorian Sorenson agreed to take on his longtime family friend’s daughter, Demitra, as an intern. Hell, Stephen Davis had been his father’s friend for years up to his father’s death and he had continued to be close to Dorian. Why not do him the favor? Except, from the moment he sees the girl, now nineteen and definitely ‘growing up’ he’s faced with a huge problem. Huge. The girl might be eleven years his junior but just looking at her shy sexiness has him trapped in an agonizing need that won’t even let him seek relief elsewhere. His body wants her and no one else. And it’s going to have her, whether Dorian likes it or not.
After a torrid but brief kiss in his office, three months into Demitra’s internship, Dorian is left fighting feelings of extreme guilt. It’s very clear that they’re attracted to each other and that Demitra needs him as badly as he needs her but she’s still a young girl working for him. A young girl who happens to be his friend’s daughter. Dorian is determined to fight this need for her, whatever the cost. What he doesn’t count on is one night, one benefit, and Demitra looking unbelievably tempting on the arm of another man. The bets are off when possessiveness strikes hard within Dorian and only a higher power can help them both because now he plans to claim her. Thoroughly.
EXCERPT
“Dorian,
I swear to fucking God, what is wrong
with you?” Demi demanded.
In
all the time she’d been working for me, I’d never heard her curse. Her doing so now made everything that
much worse. My dick popped to its full length so hard the fucker almost knocked
me off my feet and brought me to my knees.
He
nearly ripped through my pants, too.
Motherfucking
shit.
“Demi, unless you want to cause a scene,
I suggest you not fight and follow me.”
Not
that I had any real idea where I was taking her, only that it had to be
anywhere away from Keith.
Demi
hissed quietly as we passed a group of people on the large patio outside.
“You’re already causing a scene, you idiot! You don’t think everyone is seeing
my boss dragging me away from the
party right now?”
She
continued to grumble under her breath as we went down the stairs. My eyes
locked on the entrance to the massive labyrinth that was before us.
Perfect.
Needing
to get us somewhere private, I kept on going, her arm in my grasp the whole
way. Demi let me lead her. That is, until we were inside the entrance of the
labyrinth, the tall green “walls” on either side of us.
“Let
go.” She pulled her arm roughly out of my grip now that we were away from
prying eyes.
I
let her, but as out of my senses as I was, I made damned sure that I was
standing between her and the way out.
She
huffed, looking lickable in her fury. “This is the last time I’m going to ask:
what is your problem?”
That
slit baring her thigh made me want to grab, bite, lick and suck every inch of
her skin.
And
the heels. The fucking heels.
“Are
those red heels?” I asked, hearing how out of breath I was.
Demi
looked at her feet, an adorably confused expression crossing her face.
“Uh...yeah.”
We
were both panting harshly as we stared at each other.
“You
look beautiful,” I blurted out, my voice low and raspy.
Demi
stuttered, looking completely confused and out of it. “I...I...thank you?”
It
made no sense to me how this girl could have me so out of control. Two steps, I
was in front of her. No
thoughts, no premeditation, just uncontrolled movement. Four words out of my
mouth followed after and the next thing I knew, I was cupping her face. “Demi,
you’re so beautiful.”
One
gasp from her. Seven million warnings were going through my head. One
undeniable truth above it all–the fact that I needed her–and I lost it again, pressing her back into the maze
wall behind her.
Demi’s
hands shot up, wrapping around my wrists. I told myself it was wrong, that my
behavior was straight-up sexual assault, and that this girl could very well
have me arrested for what I was doing.
Yeah.
My body didn’t listen to any of that.
Her
lips were soft against mine, her breath wet and tantalizing. So much more
delicious than I remembered. I groaned deep in my chest, lust pounding through
me painfully. Self-preservation didn’t matter anymore.
Nothing
outside of her skin against mine did.
I
felt how she tensed, the momentary urge she had to fight me. I didn’t let her.
Flicking her bottom lip with my tongue had become my new addiction.
A
flash went through my head, an image of her lip being replaced by her nipple. I
started tonguing, sucking, and brought her closer. I was so hard there was no
fucking way I could think past it.
Demi
let out a sound that made my skin burn hotter. I purposely kept my eyes
slightly open, watching her eyelids fluttering as I tilted my head. In one
move, I thrust my tongue in between her lips, moaning while my brain imagined
that it was my cock.
Said
cock throbbed dangerously. I could hear its warnings. I was too damn close. Too
much on edge.
Demi
let go of my wrists, her hands latching onto my tuxedo jacket’s lapels. Our
tongues connected and slid. The pleasure had my eyes rolling back, lids drifting
closed.
I
let go of her face. My hands slid around her waist and brought her closer
still.
She
pulled on me, closing whatever miniscule distance had been left between us. My
mind took off, fighting past the pleasure enough to rush through ideas, possibilities
of where I could take her and how fast we could get there.
I
needed her wet little mouth and willing body all to myself.
Demi
gasped, pulling her lips away from mine. “Dorian.”
I
almost fucking whimpered, my mouth too addicted and needing more of her skin in
it. I latched onto her jaw, sucking lightly and nearly dying from how she
mewled into my ear.
“Dorian...wha...oh...oh, God. What are you...”
I
raised my head just enough to press my mouth against hers again. Small moans
leaked out of her, mixing with my own.
Her
tongue was nothing short of sensual as it slid against mine, reconnecting.
Shackling me. Her breath escaped her in tiny gasps and slid into me, adding to
the erotic haze that had me prisoner.
I
tightened my hold on her waist, needing to feel her against every inch of me
and damning the fact that there was fabric in the way.
Demi
whimpered my name again as I pulled lightly on her bottom lip. “Ungh.” She groaned, letting me tilt her
head back so I could suck lightly on the tip of her tongue.
“Fuck,
Demi. You taste unbelievable.” I panted against her lips, hands tightening and
threatening the material of her dress.
Demi’s
voice was all breathless and just downright sexy. “Dorian, wait.”
I
actually had to fight back the urge to pout as she pushed lightly on my chest.
Two things that pissed me off and made me scowl as I took in my own behavior.
I
forced myself to take at least one step away from her, gritting my teeth and
somehow finding the will to let her go. Then, I yelled at myself as I watched
her pant while adjusting her dress.
My Opinion 3 STARS
**I received a free copy of this book from the author for an honest review**
A novella which comes from the POV of Dorian and I must say that it was refreshing to read from the male perspective for a change.
The story runs straight from the beginning with his struggle to contain himself around the young intern, the daughter of his friend and the woman turning his thoughts inside out.
We get to feel all of his riotous emotions and chastising as he tries valiantly to not give in, but ultimately he goes bat shit crazy and can't contain himself.
It may be very short, but it certainly packs a punch in the lust department.
Release Date: 27 December 2012
It’s been four months since Demitra Davis ended up entangled in the most complicated –albeit gratifying- situation she’d ever thought to find herself in. A situation she isn’t keen to get herself out of. Her now ex-boss, Dorian Sorrenson, is too delicious for her to want to pull herself away from. Yes, he’s the son of her father’s dead best friend. Yes, he was her boss for a few months of her life. Yes, he’s also almost eleven years older, but there was no way Demitra could stop herself from being attracted to him. And that was all before that one night in which Dorian carried her away from the arms of another man and branded her as his.
Dorian has just returned from a month long business trip, and thoughts of telling her father are the farthest from Demitra’s mind. No, she’s missed her man and has to get her hands on him. Their passion continues to escalate as well as the feelings they both have for each other. What neither of them planned on was the spite of Dorian’s ex-lover and how far she’d be willing to go to stir up problems for the two of them. Demitra is worried that their burgeoning relationship won’t be able to hold up under the stress. What she doesn’t count on is Dorian’s feelings for her and how far he is willing to go in order to keep her as his.
EXCERPT
The
water bottle slipped out of my hand for a nanosecond. I managed to catch it,
drops shooting out of it and smacking my chin. Close to hyperventilating, I
wiped it with the back of my hand.
“I
asked you a question, Demitra. Answer me.”
I
heard him walking closer. Heart still racing, I turned around and focused on
him long enough to take in his expression. His face was hard, the look pissed
and stoic all in one.
Alrighty. See,
Dorian had a problem on his hands and he wasn’t even aware of it, yet. I was
drunk enough to be just past the point of rational. And I was definitely more
pissed than he was.
Dear
lord was I pissed off. He was still advancing on me with that look that demanded
answers. I’d just spent the night getting drunk over him to try to ignore how
shitty I felt because of him.
I
turned to stare at the fridge with a bored expression. He stopped right next to
me. I could feel him along every inch of my body. His form dominated my
peripheral vision.
I
didn’t even blink.
Slowly,
purposely, I lifted the water bottle back to my lips and took another sip. He
didn’t move, I didn’t respond, but I heard his breathing getting rougher. His
eyes traveled the length of my body so intently that I felt it like a tickle. I
kept drinking my water, each sip slower than the last. Eventually, I was going
to have to blink, but annoying him had become my main priority.
“You’re
angry.”
This
time, I didn’t even try and deny it. Nor did I bother replying to him. His arm
came into my line of vision, pressed against the fridge as he leaned down
toward me. His nose brushed my cheek softly, setting off a round of shivers I
barely held back.
“You
look so sexy in that dress.”
Oh,
fuck. I was too drunk to handle his husky voice saying things like that to me.
Self-control was diminishing quite rapidly. I needed to stay freaking strong,
damn it!
“Tell
me where you went, baby.”
“Out
with my friend.” Fucking shit, I wasn’t supposed to respond to him.
Dorian
hummed and ran his lips across my skin. My knees nearly liquefied and took my
legs with them. “I can smell the alcohol on you.”
Shit.
He could?
“How
much did you have to drink?”
Don’t remember. “It
doesn’t matter. I’m here. I’m fine. I had tons of fun.”
“Did
you now?” The ass was still leaning against my fridge, all insolence and
expectation.
“Yup.”
I screwed the cap back on my bottle and nudged him out of the way so I could
open the fridge. I bent down, placing the bottle inside. Dorian stepped behind
me. The feel of his hands circling my hips made me gasp. When he pulled my ass
into his crotch, arched his back, and fucking groaned…well, I bit my lip,
grabbed onto the side of the fridge, and moaned like a harlot.
One
hand slid around to my lower abs. His fingers slowly curled inward, anchoring
me further to him. He urged my upper body up and pressed my back to his front.
He was trembling, barely holding himself back from doing God’s knew what. He
nuzzled the side of my face. I inhaled, smelling the alcohol on him for the first time.
“You’ve
been drinking, too.”
He
scoffed. “I was waiting for you for nearly two hours. You wouldn’t answer your
fucking phone, and I was this close to sending a security team out to scour the
city for you. Damn right I drank that bottle of Grey Goose you had hidden in
your wall unit.”
He’d
begun subtly rocking his hips into me, the movements barely discernible. I
still felt them all over me. Without even realizing it, I was starting to melt
into him, the heat in my veins rising. “Dorian,” I whined, my head resting
against his shoulder. “That was the Magnum Grey Goose that—”
Dorian
exhaled against my ear. On purpose, too, I could tell. Fucker.
“I
know. I saw the cage. Real silver right?”
“Yes.
And that almost cost a thousand dollars. It was meant to be Ang’s twenty-first
birthday gift.”
“You
still have the cage. I’ll have another one shipped in first thing tomorrow.”
And with that, he set in, his lips opening and grazing my neck.
Oh,
God. We were both drunk. It was
official. Drunk, horny…
“Where’d
you go looking so fuckable, baby?”
…and
obviously out of our minds.
His
voice was rough against my ear. The tips of his fingers ghosted down to my
thighs, trailing beneath the edge of my skirt. “Just looking at you in this
dress is making me feel like an animal. Do you have any idea how angry it makes
me to imagine you out there, dressed like this, flirting with some other man?”
I’d
been damn near Jell-O-status, liquefying all over him and his clothes. Until he
opened his fucking mouth and had the nerve to say what I think he said. “Excuse
me?” It didn’t matter that the
fridge was in my way; I went rigid and pushed away from him as much as I could.
“Is that what you think I was up to? Flirting
with other men?”
Dorian
caged me in, hands on either side of the fridge. His face was harsh as he
answered me. “You’re young, you’re gorgeous,
and I’ve been disappointing you since I got back from my trip. Why wouldn’t you
go out there and find someone else, Dem?”
I
almost slapped him, pulled his hair, and gouged his eyes out. Growling, I
pushed at his chest. “Fuck you! Just fuck you. I—fuck this shit. I’m too drunk
to deal with you right now.” For his own sake, I attempted to push and get away
from him. I managed to get around him and began heading for the living room.
My Opinion 3 STARS
**I received a free copy of this book from the author for an honest review**
This novella follows on from the first one, however this time it os from Demi's point of view.
This one seems to concentrate more on the sexual scenes and Dorian's possessive nature over Demi, which at times seems over the top and verging on cruelty. Demi did at times seem on the whiney side and I think that I much preferred the story from Dorian's point of view. It seemed that we missed out on a lot in not getting what was happening from him
The story line just seems to hang until we get to a cliff hanger ending, which annoyed the crap out of me.
Again this is a very short novella
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