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About the book:
Bared to You is the first book in a new erotic trilogy about Gideon and Eva, two tortured souls who embark on a passionate affair that is both intense and devastating.
While it's been described as being similar to that of 50 Shades, reviewers are claiming that this book is far superior in terms of writing and characterisation.
And, thanks to the publishers, we've got an exclusive extract below.
When Gideon settled beside me and the door shut, I became highly conscious of how good he smelled. I breathed him in, telling myself to relax and enjoy his company. He took my hand and ran his fingertips over the palm, the simple touch sparking a fierce lust. I shrugged off my shawl, feeling too hot to wear it.
“Eva.” He hit a button and the privacy glass behind the driver began to slide up. The next moment I was tugged across his lap and his mouth was on mine, kissing me fiercely.
I did what I'd wanted to do since I saw him in my living room: I shoved my hands in his hair and kissed him back. I loved the way he kissed me, as if he had to, as if he'd go crazy if he didn't and had nearly waited too long.
I sucked on his tongue, having learned how much he liked it, having learned how much I liked it, how much it made me want to suck him elsewhere with the same eagerness.
His hands were sliding over my bare back and I moaned, feeling the prod of his erection against my hip.
I shifted, moving to straddle him, shoving the skirt of my gown out of the way and making a mental note to thank my mom for the dress-which had such a convenient slit.
With my knees on either side of his hips, I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and deepened the kiss. I licked into his mouth, nibbled on his lower lip, stroked my tongue along his...
Gideon gripped my waist and pushed me away. He leaned into the seat back, his neck arched to look up at my face, his chest heaving. “What are you doing to me?”
I ran my hands down his chest through his dress shirt, feeling the unforgiving hardness of his muscles. My fingers traced the ridges of his abdomen, my mind forming a picture of how he might look naked.
“I'm touching you. Enjoying the hell out of you. I want you, Gideon.”
He caught my wrists, stilling my movements. “Later. We're in the middle of Manhattan.”
"No one can see us."
"That's not the point. It's not the time or place to start something we can't finish for hours. I'm losing my mind already from this afternoon.”
“So let's make sure we finish it now.”
His grip tightened painfully. “We can't do that here.”
“Why not?” Then a surprising thought struck me. “Haven't you ever had sex in a limo?”
“No.” His jaw hardened. “Have you?”
Looking away without answering, I saw the traffic and pedestrians surging around us. We were only inches away from hundreds of people, but the dark glass concealed us and made me feel reckless. I wanted to please him. I wanted to know I was capable of reaching into Gideon Cross, and there was nothing to stop me but him.
Please note that this extract begins from paragraph 5, line 3.
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