Desire

Book 1: The Dining Club

by Marina Anderson

Genres: Contemporary Romance; Erotic & Steamy Romance

Synopsis

For fans of New York Times bestselling authors E. L. James, Sylvia Day, and J. Kenner comes the first part of international bestselling author Marina Anderson's erotic series The Dining Club. Part One: Desire Young, ambitious theatre director Grace has no time for distractions, but she just cannot resist enigmatic city financier, David. Alluring, charismatic and an incredible lover - David never lets Grace get too close. So when he invites her to a weekend at his private club, Grace is thrilled. Arriving at the secluded location, and excited by her nerves, David reveals the truth behind the Dining Club: a place where guests are taught to open their minds, and their bodies to erotic challenges. If she passes the tests, she is promised ecstasy beyond her wildest fantasies. If she fails, she's forbidden to ever set foot in the exclusive club again. But even as David's seductive commands make Grace feel more daring than ever before, she begins to fear for their future. What if she fails one of the Club's tantalizing trials? Will David still want her or will she lose him forever? (10,000 words)

Release date: August 20, 2013

Publisher: Forever

Print pages: 34

Sample

Lying on her back with her eyes closed, Grace tried desperately to hold on to the final seconds of her orgasm for a few moments longer, but she couldn’t. The last flickers died away, and with a sigh of exhausted contentment she opened her eyes and looked up at her lover. “You’re wonderful!” she exclaimed.

“And you’re insatiable,” David retorted dryly, as one corner of his mouth lifted in one of his rare half-smiles that she always found incredibly endearing.

“I wish I was, then we could spend a whole day and night making love.”

Wrapping his arms round her and pulling her onto her side so that her head rested against his chest, he kissed the top of her long, dark tousled hair. “That sounds like a very good idea to me too,” he admitted.

She licked lightly at his chest, loving the salty taste of his sweat, mingled as it was with the distinctive but subtle aftershave that he always wore. When she got back to her own small studio flat in Central London she knew that she would smell of it too. She liked that; it always helped her relive their lovemaking again when she was alone in her bed.

David’s two-bedroom apartment was one of twenty in a Grade II-listed building on the outskirts of London. The whole apartment was decorated in shades of cream and brown, with the exception of the kitchen, which was black and white. It was always immaculate, thanks to his cleaners. Grace knew that if she lived there it wouldn’t remain immaculate, but she loved it. It was an oasis of calm in her chaotic world as a young, up-and-coming theater director.

“What are you thinking about?” asked David.

“Your flat,” replied Grace with a laugh.

“How very unromantic of you!”

“Do you mind?”

“Why should I mind? I’m not a romantic either, I’m afraid,” he said lightly.

She snuggled closer to him. “I can be.”

His arms loosened their hold on her and he rolled onto his back, staring up at the ceiling. “Yes, I imagine you can,” he said thoughtfully.

Grace realized that he was doing it again. Time after time, just as they were becoming closer. . .