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by J J Monroe

Genres: Contemporary Romance; Erotic & Steamy Romance

Synopsis

A sexy new title by J J Monroe

When two worlds collide on a modelling shoot on an exotic Caribbean island sparks will fly. Gorgeous bodies + stunning locations = superheated sex.

Sarah Lawless is the next great thing in the modelling world but she is running bruised from a sex tape scandal. Charlie Fish is the indie movie boy making waves in Hollywood. Fish has a strict no dating clients' rule and Sarah has sworn off men but with chemistry this intense there can only be one outcome and when their two worlds collide on a modelling shoot on an exotic Caribbean island sparks will fly and they will get their sizzle on. Gorgeous bodies + stunning locations = superheated sex. You don't have to be Einstein to work this equation out.



Unable to let go, Fish breaks his golden rule and invites Sarah to join him on the set of his next movie. It's a small part but it could make a world of difference to her but when the part calls for Sarah to kiss another girl she throws caution to the wind and steps up. Charlie can't stand the heat, though, and loses his head in the Caribbean. Is being wild about the girl going to be enough to fix a broken heart or has he lost Sarah forever?

Release date: October 31, 2013

Publisher: Headline

Print pages: 96

Sample

Chapter One – Roll the Film

Then

This is such a bad idea. Every fibre of my being is screaming that this can only end badly, so why can I not hear any shouts of protest from my own mouth? Why aren’t I storming into the bathroom and refusing to come out until he turns off the camera? Oh why indeed? Shall I tell you the answer, because it must be obvious. Deep down inside behind this serene exterior is a horny little slut. Now, who am I kidding with the serene exterior garbage? Look at me. Look in the dictionary for the definition of sex kitten and you’ll see a picture of me looking right back at you. I know! Who am I to complain? I’ve got the looks, with the long, blonde hair and the killer blue eyes; I’ve got the body. It’s clearly been built for sin with all the curves, and these breasts – well, let’s just say that since they started growing my life just hasn’t been the same. So, really, is it any wonder that I am here in this hotel room with my boyfriend and a digital camera that he has just happened to “borrow”? I could walk away. It wouldn’t be that difficult to do, but now he’s looking at me with his baby blues and I’ve always been a sucker for a boy with ripped abs. But the real problem is I’m feeling horny as hell.

He’s been working out some and I’ve been doing some working out of my own. With this body wearing this lingerie and the way he’s looking at me, you don’t have to be a genius to figure out where we’re heading. He gives me a look and I see all that pent-up desire and animal lust all mixed up and I can feel the drip, drip of my own desire starting to soak through my panties. This is bad. Someone better call the fire brigade because we’re about to burn this house down.

He is still wearing his jeans but his chest is bare, so I can see every ridge of every muscle and it’s a pretty fine sight, I don’t mind admitting. My nipples are already rigid just thinking about him parting my lips, filling my void, fucking me senseless like his plaything. Maybe he’ll bend me over the easy chair in the corner of the room and give it to me hard, his palms on my buttocks as he thrusts mercilessly in and out, pounding my pussy into meltdown. It’s delicious. It’s all so delicious. I love sex and sex with Dan is great, but still there’s a little birdie whispering in my ear, mumbling misgivings about the camera. Nothing stays secret any more, not with Twitter and the internet, so why risk it?

Then, why risk anything, if that’s your line of thinking? Don’t go outside because you might get hit by a bus. Don’t buy a pet, they’ll only go and die on you. Yes, why do anything at all if you’re worried about risks?

‘Hey, babe,’ whispers Dan, his breath hot on my neck, his lips heating up the room as he kisses me just below the chin, or is it just me that’s heating up? He knows how to push my buttons, though it’s not difficult. I’m guessing even a blind man could get me off, the way my nipples are hard and aching for some action. Just feel your way, honey, and let’s see where that leads us.

His lips caress my neck, hot to the touch as he starts to go lower. My nipples are hard like granite and desperate to be free of this silky prison they find themselves encased in. The drip, drip is a torrent and I’m just itching to get him inside me, to release this pressure building within. That’s right, feel your way, honey. Feel me all over.

His lips kiss the fabric of my bra and my nipple seems to sing out to be touched. Yes, touch it, tease it, twist it; do all those things to me that you know you want to, but do them now! Grind me into submission and then throw me away, but hurry because I can’t take much more of this.

He peels the fabric away, releasing my aching nipple and taking it lovingly between his lips. His hot tongue sends shivers reverberating through my body. He holds me between his teeth and I massage myself against him, the friction of his molars rubbing against my nipple almost too exquisite to bear. And now I am burning up and the ache between my thighs is a full-on pain that has my pussy clenching involuntarily with his every teasing touch.

He goes lower, kissing my belly button, leaving a trail of perfect, hot kisses down my stomach, inching his way slowly, inexorably towards my pearl. My panties drag gently on my thighs as he peels them away and the cool air on my hot, wet pussy widens my eyes still further. And then he touches me, a brash, broad, fearless stroke of his hot, rough tongue against my pussy lips, and it brings sparks to my eyes and a rush of breath from my mouth as I shudder and shake. Parting my folds with his fingers, he licks again, his tongue probing harder and deeper into me, and I clutch at the scream in my throat, muffling it as best I can but now I am in junkie heaven. I can think of nothing else except for Dan fucking me. I must have this release. My body is no longer my own now. It belongs to him and he may do whatever he wishes just so long as he releases this burning, incessant, mind-numbing pressure that is threatening to tear me apart. Give me release. Fuck me hard. Burn my soul, but give me sweet release!

I am falling as he pushes me back on the enormous double bed. The pillows are soft and forgiving, a complete contrast to his wickedly hot tongue that is merciless in its attack. He licks harder and harder, deeper and deeper, stroke upon stroke, tasting me; his fingers working my clit as his tongue probes deeper and deeper still. My vision is blurry. My body is on fire. Oh Jesus! Give me sweet release.

Dan steps away from the bed and unhooks his belt. Usually I enjoy this part. It’s when I take control. I marvel at the power I have over him, the way he looks at me when those buttons pop and I delve to unleash the secret in his shorts, but not today. Today I am weak and powerless. I’m Supergirl and he is my Kryptonite. He strips naked but I cannot savour the sight of his beautiful body. I am feverish and undone. I lie back amidst the cushions of the bed, but they offer little relief against this torment and anguish that is racking my body. He is not in me and I ac. . .