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SERIES: Books 1-4
AUTHOR: Ella James
AGE GROUP: Adult
GENRE: Erotic Romance
RELEASE DATE: Nov. 2014
PUBLISHER: Barkley's Books
FORMAT: eBook
PAGES: Approx. 246
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When Sarah "Red" Ryder loses her job as an art critic for a Boston newspaper, she's brokenhearted. Worse than that? She's broke. Her boyfriend recently left her - for a tatted-up hottie with a dick - so she's stuck paying her hefty apartment rent alone. After two months unemployed, there's no money left. With no immediate family to turn to, Red reaches out to her estranged grandmother, a reclusive writer living on an island off the coast of Charleston. Several days later, Red receives $30,000 and an invitation to visit.
James Wolfe is not Red's grandmother. But he beckons her. Red has the ability to give him something he needs. He won't take "no" for an answer, and he doesn't mind screwing her over. He lost his conscience six years ago, when he was tried for the murder of his wife. Since then, life is about him - and the paintings he does under the mysterious pseudonym "W."
Wolfe needs the island to keep painting. To live his life away from prying eyes. To keep up the anonymity of "W."
Once he sees Red, he finds that he needs her, too. And Wolfe will have her. Any way he can.
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Excerpt
I pull the covers down and slide my hand up her shin, then up her thigh. She's warm from sleep. Her skin feels like burnished velvet. My fingers brush her pussy and she lifts her hips. She wants it. I love the way she always wants it.
"Race."
I love the way she says my name: a mew.
"I'm going to fuck you with my fingers," I say, leaning near her face. "Then you'll go to sleep again."
A dreamy smile floats over her lips. She nods a little, pressing her head into the pillow.
I slide a finger into her. She's hot and tight, softer than silk. I can feel her clench as I pump into her. She's wet this morning. So fucking slick. I stroke in and out, painting her pussy, using my fingertip to smooth warm lines around her swollen clit.
I'm rewarded by her crying out.
"Say my name."
I still my hand. I can hear my blood rush in my ears. Race. Say Race.
Her hands grab at my wrist. "Race."
I allow myself a brief grin. It's undiluted satisfaction. She knows - or at least suspects - I'm James Wolfe, but she's still in my bed.
"Say 'Race, please.' I like to hear you beg." I push another finger into her. Her body quivers. "I like to feel you jump."
I stretch her with a third finger and slide my thumb over her clit. I'm moving slow. So slow.
"Race, oh God - yes. Please."
"That's right, sweetheart."
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