Blurb:
Successful NYC gallery owner, Stacie
Emerson, is ex-fiancée to one Thorne brother and ex-wife to the other. Though
the three have made peace, Ellison Thorne’s friend, wildlife photographer,
Harris Walker, still doesn’t like her. When Stacie convinces Harris to exhibit
his work for the opening of her new gallery she never intended to include him
in her other more hazardous plans. But when those plans draw the attention of
dangerous business tycoon, Terrance Jamison, Harris comes to her aid. In the
shadow of a threat only Stacie understands, can she dare let Harris into her
life and make room for love?
The Exhibition, is Book Three of The Executive Decisions Trilogy.
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Excerpt:
She stood to put her pack back on, and he
came to his feet and caught her by the shoulder, not wanting it to end like
this, not wanting her to leave until they were good again. When she tried to
push him away, he pressed her between his body and the stone of the cliff face.
‘You can’t just shut us all out, Stacie.’
‘I never wanted you involved in the first
place. I never wanted any of you involved but you couldn’t leave it alone,’ she
jerked back against him but there was no place to go. ‘You couldn’t just let it
go.’
He moved in closer until his body pressed
up against hers, holding her tightly against the stone. ‘No, I couldn’t, and I
can’t and neither can anyone else who cares about you and neither would you if
the situation were reversed. So whether you like it or not, I’m here to stay.
We’ve already discussed this, so get used to it.’ He punctuated his point with
a harsh kiss that couldn’t have been very pleasant for her, but then he was
angry, worried, scared for her. Instead of shoving at him as he’d expected her
to do, she curled a hard fist in his hair and ravaged his mouth with every bit
as much ferocity as he had given her, pulling him still closer, rubbing her
body against his, making him instantly and startlingly erect.
She snaked a hand down between them and
savaged his fly until he feared for what lay beneath, until her fingers
wriggled and dug their way into his walking trousers to possess his cock with a
tight grip as though it were a weapon, one she were about to use to do serious
damage.
He fumbled to return the favour, with her
ripping at her own fly to make room for him, to guide his fingers down over her
mons. Her eyes locked his in a devastating gaze that felt as though she could
see right through him. ‘I need you to touch me there.’ Her voice was a
breathless whisper. ‘Where I’m wet, where I’m open, where I’m always, always
hungry for you.’ Her breath caught; her eyelids fluttered and she sucked her
bottom lip as he found her cleft, wet and open as she’d promised. ‘You can’t
tell me you don’t want to be like those cats.’ She guided his hand still
further and manipulated it until first two, then three fingers pressed up into
her. ‘You can’t tell me that when I present myself to you all hot and ready and
begging for it, you don’t want to service my need. You can’t tell me you don’t
want to get a little primal with that cock of yours.’ She gave him a hard
squeeze and drove her hand up and down his length, thumbing the already
abundant pre-cum over and around the tip until he gritted his teeth and held
his breath while his hips bucked hard against her efforts.
He scissored her deep with three fingers
and raked the silky slickness of her up and over her clitoris, and the sounds
from the back of her throat easily resembled the sounds the female cougar made
when the male mounted her. They wildly, madly fucked each other’s hands. The
wind had risen and even on the clear morning, the chill left no doubt about
lingering for more than the quickest of releases. Then she shifted, pressed her
back hard against the stone and rested both of her hands on his shoulders.
Before he could protest the removal of her fingers from his cock, she wrapped
her legs around his waist, her still clothed crotch rubbing tight and insanely
hot against his exposed cock as she began to rock and gyrate, and it was all
happening way too fast.
‘Stacie I --’
‘Shut up, Harris,’ she spoke between
chattering teeth. ‘I need to come, and so do you. You can fuck me properly when
we get back to the SUV. It’s too damn cold to linger.’ With each sentence she
ground against him, baring down with the extra leverage the cliff at her back
afforded and, almost before the words were out of her mouth, she convulsed. Her
spine stiffened and her shivers had nothing to do with the cold. Harris could
stand no more. He felt the eruption deep in his groin. It might have been
embarrassing had the circumstances been different, but as he tried to cover
himself, tried to hide the results of Stacie’s hard ride, she shoved his hand
away, pushed him back and practically fell into the space between them
positioning herself so that she caught his release, all of it in her mouth.
What could he say to that? What could he do but hold her there, helplessly
grunting the weight of his need into the back of her throat. It was an act as
intimate and as primal as the cougars mating on the rocks minutes ago. And sex,
any kind of sex, with Stacie Emerson was worlds apart from any other sexual
experiences he’d ever had. As she stood and wiped her mouth on the back of her
hand, the look of hunger in her eyes, the promise of more sex to come in the
SUV before the trip home couldn’t help but lighten the mood. As they
straightened and tucked and donned their packs, he wondered if that was maybe
why she did it. Whatever her reason, it definitely worked for him in ways he
was still trying to get his head around.
About Grace
Marshall:
Grace Marshall lives in South England
with her husband and the growing gang of hooligan birds who frequent their
feeders. When Grace isn’t busy writing something sexy and romantic, she’s busy
digging in her ever-expanding veg garden or walking across the British
countryside. She finds inspiration outdoors in nature, and most of her best
story ideas come to her while she’s walking or gardening.
Grace is the author of the fast paced,
quirky Executive Decisions Trilogy
published by Xcite Romance. An Executive Decision, Identity
Crisis and the final instalment of the trilogy, The Exhibition, are all
now available at all your favourite book sellers with lots of romance and
thrills served hot.
Grace Marshall’s alter-ego, K D Grace
writes critically acclaimed, best-selling erotic romance. Whether it’s sexy
romance or romantic sex, between The Graces, there’s a story for you.
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