About An Indecent Affair Part III:
Letting her insecurities get the better of
her, Katrina pushed Adam away after another amazing night in bed between him
and Tristan. In the light of day, she realizes she needs to apologize. She only
hopes Adam will listen.
After walking out on Katrina, Adam believes
the only way Tristan can have a shot at a relationship with her is for Adam to
step aside. He’s not the kind of man she needs in her life and Tristan has
wanted her for too long to give up now.
Or course, passion has a way of derailing
the best of intentions…
Release
date: August 18th, 2014
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Excerpt
Adam’s masterful kiss made her feel as if she was drowning in
lust. His lips moved over hers with a purpose that had her pressing closer,
rubbing against him.
Tilting her pelvis into his, she tried to get closer, her
body moving instinctively. The hard ridge of his erection nudging against her
clit made her moan. Made her want more. Harder. Faster.
How did he do it? How did he turn her into this crazy,
impossibly horny person she didn’t recognize?
Simply by kissing her?
But it wasn’t just the way he kissed. It was the way he used
his hands. The way he held her tight but didn’t make her feel threatened or
dominated. The way he kissed her with complete concentration yet still managed
to stroke her body into utter surrender.
She wanted him to stroke every inch of her skin with his
hands. Wanted to get her hands on him. Just thinking about it made her moan
into his mouth.
Adam groaned and pulled away from her mouth
but not from her body. “Jesus, Kat.” He put his mouth against her neck and
sucked on her neck hard enough to make it sting. “This isn’t
smart.”
No, it really wasn’t. She tried to pull away, wanted to see
his expression, but he wouldn’t let her move far enough away. He kept her tight
against him, his erection pressing against her stomach, making her want to slip
her hands into his jeans and stroke him.
This wasn’t why she’d come
here.
Wasn’t it?
She tried but couldn’t catch her breath. His scent surrounded
her, making her thighs clench and her sex moisten. She didn’t want to
stop.
She didn’t want to be smart. She wanted to
be naked and have Adam pound into her, make her scream his
name.
Turning her head, she bit his neck. Not hard, just enough to
make him shudder against her.
“Fuck.”
In the next second, he laced one hand through her hair and
tugged. Her head tilted back and he sealed their lips together again.
This time, he demanded so much more. And
she was more than willing to give it to him.
She returned his fast-building intensity with her own, her
hands working under his shirt until she felt warm skin. Flattening her hands on
his back, she pressed him closer, moaning when he settled his hand on her ass
and ground his cock against her.
God yes.
The
desire to wrap her legs around his waist and rock against him made her frantic.
Her fingers dug into his back and she rose onto her toes, trying to make up the
height difference. Her breasts felt tender and swollen, aching for his hands to
cover them. Or his mouth. His teeth.
Gasping into his mouth as he lifted her off the floor, she
wrapped one arm around his shoulders to stabilize herself but had no fear he’d
drop her.
The arm around her waist felt strong as
steel, and the hand on her back made it clear she wasn’t going
anywhere.
But he was moving and she was pretty sure she knew where he
was taking her.
Still kissing her, he carried her to the stairs, navigating
as sure-footed as a cat. Every movement rubbed her pelvis against his and
finally, she had to break the kiss to catch her breath. Every nerve in her body
was energized, every cell straining for something she was fast becoming
addicted to.
That should scare the shit out of her. And somewhere inside
her brain, it did. But that part of her brain had been hijacked by the
unfamiliar sensation of wanting so badly and having what she wanted within her
reach.
When they reached the top of the stairs, Adam stopped, and
sudden fear swept through her. She didn’t want him to put her down and tell her
to think about what she was doing. That he was going to ask her if she was sure
and she was going to say no, she wasn’t, because that’s what he expected to
hear.
“One question. Do you want me to stop?”
That had an easy answer. “No.”
Leaning close, he spoke directly into her ear. “Good. Because
we’re about to cross a few lines, and I can’t even force myself to care. All I
want is you naked and under me.”
Have a look at Part I & Part II of An Indecent Affair
About Stephanie
Julian:
I'm a reformed reporter who enjoys making
up stories much more than writing about real life.
In sixth grade, I found my mother's stash of romance novels
hidden under her bed and realized they were much more interesting than the
books in the school library. I devoured Rosemary Rogers, Bertrice Small and,
most especially, Kathleen Woodiwiss.
In college, I majored in English and continued to expand my
favorites list. Shakespeare, the Canterbury Tales, the Bronte sisters, Mary
Shelley. Then I graduated and discovered there wasn't much I could do with an
English degree.
That's when I found out they would pay me to write for a
living at a newspaper. Want to learn how to write tight and clean? Work for a
daily local and condense a three-hour meeting with an angry mob of residents
upset about a sewer system overhaul into 15 inches in 20
minutes.
After my sons were born, I freelanced, working at home in my
drafty attic office, and developed a two-book-a-day Harlequin habit that turned
into a writing habit. My first attempts at romance were firmly rooted in the
Harlequin tradition and I sold my first two romances to Avalon Books under the
name Stephanie Scott.
But
writing sweet romances was not what I'd had in mind. I wanted to write books
where people actually got to have sex. I contracted my first erotic romance to
Ellora's Cave and never looked back.
I
write sexy series that combine heat with heart. Four are linked by Etruscan
Magic: Magical Seduction, Lucani Lovers, Forgotten Goddesses and Darkly
Enchanted. I also write the silly-funny, super-sexy Lovers on the Fringe series
and the straight contemporary DeMarco Investigations series. I'm also writing
the serial menage, INDECENT.
BY PRIVATE INVITATION, NO RESERVATIONS and OVER EXPOSED
comprise the contemporary erotic romance series, Salon Games.
I'm happily married to a Springsteen fanatic and I'm the
mother of two sons who introduced me to the joys of Slipknot, Warped Tour and
never-ending headaches.
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