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{Book #1}
Dorian Sorenson agreed to take on his longtime family friend’s daughter, Demitra,
as an intern. Hell, Stephen Davis had been his father’s friend for years up to his father’s
death and he had continued to be close to Dorian. Why not do him the favor? Except, from
the moment he sees the girl, now nineteen and definitely ‘growing up’ he’s faced with a huge
problem. Huge. The girl might be eleven years his junior but just looking at her shy sexiness has
him trapped in an agonizing need that won’t even let him seek relief elsewhere. His body wants
her and no one else. And it’s going to have her, whether Dorian likes it or not.
After a torrid but brief kiss in his office, three months into Demitra’s internship,
Dorian is left fighting feelings of extreme guilt. It’s very clear that they’re attracted to each other
and that Demitra needs him as badly as he needs her but she’s still a young girl working for him.
A young girl who happens to be his friend’s daughter. Dorian is determined to fight this need for
her, whatever the cost. What he doesn’t count on is one night, one benefit, and Demitra looking
unbelievably tempting on the arm of another man. The bets are off when possessiveness strikes
hard within Dorian and only a higher power can help them both because now he plans to claim
her. Thoroughly.
Genre Erotica/ Contemporary Romance
Publication Date July 29th 2012
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Dorian Sorenson had no idea what he was getting into when he took on his good friends daughter as an intern. In fact what started out as doing someone a favor turned into quite the predicament which he had to figure out if he wanted to keep it professional.....or let it become something more. Of course it wouldn't be a good story if he played it safe, so when Dorian kisses Demitra in the office it sparks a three month build up to something that sparks!
That wait is what I liked the most about this book. There was this slow build of lust and attraction after that kiss that left you on the edge of your seat as to when they were both going to give up and give in! You could feel their sizzle for each other coming off the page and you just wanted to throttle Dorian for his quilt and just act on what he felt. Of course, we women do like a gentleman so his resolve to not give into his body was quite charming, but ultimately you wanted them together and that delayed gratification made it that much better.
The other part of this, I thoroughly enjoyed, was the humor. I didn't expect a funny and sarcastic lead. That's what I got in Dorian's inner monolgue, which in the end really made the story have a light flow with hot sexy scenes. I loved that uniqueness about the story so much that it took it from a sorta middle of the road sexy romance book to a really great. If you are looking for a forbidden lust that gets hot and heavy, this is the book for you!- My Opinion- **** 4 Stars!
Excerpt
“Dorian, I swear to fucking God, what is wrong with you?” Demi demanded.
In all the time she’d been working for me, I’d never heard her curse. Her doing
so now made everything that much worse. My dick popped to its full length so hard the fucker
almost knocked me off my feet and brought me to my knees.
He nearly ripped through my pants, too.
Motherfucking shit.
“Demi, unless you want to cause a scene, I suggest you not fight and follow me.”</
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Not that I had any real idea where I was taking her, only that it had to be anywhere
away from Keith.
Demi hissed quietly as we passed a group of people on the large patio outside.
“You’re already causing a scene, you idiot! You don’t think everyone is seeing my boss dragging
me away from the party right now?”
She continued to grumble under her breath as we went down the stairs. My eyes
locked on the entrance to the massive labyrinth that was before us.
Perfect.
Needing to get us somewhere private, I kept on going, her arm in my grasp the
whole way. Demi let me lead her. That is, until we were inside the entrance of the labyrinth, the
tall green “walls” on either side of us.
“Let go.” She pulled her arm roughly out of my grip now that we were away from
prying eyes.
I let her, but as out of my senses as I was, I made damned sure that I was standing
between her and the way out.
She huffed, looking lickable in her fury. “This is the last time I’m going to ask: what is
your problem?”
That slit baring her thigh made me want to grab, bite, lick and suck every inch of her
skin.
And the heels. The fucking heels.
“Are those red heels?” I asked, hearing how out of breath I was.
Demi looked at her feet, an adorably confused expression crossing her face.
“Uh...yeah.”
We were both panting harshly as we stared at each other.
“You look beautiful,” I blurted out, my voice low and raspy.
Demi stuttered, looking completely confused and out of it. “I...I...thank you?”
It made no sense to me how this girl could have me so out of control. Two steps, I
was in front of her. No thoughts, no premeditation, just uncontrolled movement. Four words out
of my mouth followed after and the next thing I knew, I was cupping her face. “Demi, you’re so
beautiful.”
One gasp from her. Seven million warnings were going through my head. One
undeniable truth above it all–the fact that I needed her–and I lost it again, pressing her back into
the maze wall behind her.
Demi’s hands shot up, wrapping around my wrists. I told myself it was wrong, that
my behavior was straight-up sexual assault, and that this girl could very well have me arrested
for what I was doing.
Yeah. My body didn’t listen to any of that.
Her lips were soft against mine, her breath wet and tantalizing. So much more
delicious than I remembered. I groaned deep in my chest, lust pounding through me painfully.
Self-preservation didn’t matter anymore.
Nothing outside of her skin against mine did.
I felt how she tensed, the momentary urge she had to fight me. I didn’t let her.
Flicking her bottom lip with my tongue had become my new addiction.
A flash went through my head, an image of her lip being replaced by her nipple.
I started tonguing, sucking, and brought her closer. I was so hard there was no fucking way I
could think past it.
Demi let out a sound that made my skin burn hotter. I purposely kept my eyes
slightly open, watching her eyelids fluttering as I tilted my head. In one move, I thrust my tongue
in between her lips, moaning while my brain imagined that it was my cock.
Said cock throbbed dangerously. I could hear its warnings. I was too damn close.
Too much on edge.
Demi let go of my wrists, her hands latching onto my tuxedo jacket’s lapels. Our
tongues connected and slid. The pleasure had my eyes rolling back, lids drifting closed.
I let go of her face. My hands slid around her waist and brought her closer still.
She pulled on me, closing whatever miniscule distance had been left between us.
My mind took off, fighting past the pleasure enough to rush through ideas, possibilities of where
I could take her and how fast we could get there.
I needed her wet little mouth and willing body all to myself.
Demi gasped, pulling her lips away from mine. “Dorian.”
I almost fucking whimpered, my mouth too addicted and needing more of her skin in
it. I latched onto her jaw, sucking lightly and nearly dying from how she mewled into my ear.
“Dorian...wha...oh...oh, God. What are you...”
I raised my head just enough to press my mouth against hers again. Small moans
leaked out of her, mixing with my own.
Her tongue was nothing short of sensual as it slid against mine, reconnecting.
Shackling me. Her breath escaped her in tiny gasps and slid into me, adding to the erotic haze
that had me prisoner.
I tightened my hold on her waist, needing to feel her against every inch of me and
damning the fact that there was fabric in the way.
Demi whimpered my name again as I pulled lightly on her bottom lip. “Ungh.” She
groaned, letting me tilt her head back so I could suck lightly on the tip of her tongue.
“Fuck, Demi. You taste unbelievable.” I panted against her lips, hands tightening
and threatening the material of her dress.
Demi’s voice was all breathless and just downright sexy. “Dorian, wait.”
I actually had to fight back the urge to pout as she pushed lightly on my chest. Two
things that pissed me off and made me scowl as I took in my own behavior.
I forced myself to take at least one step away from her, gritting my teeth and
somehow finding the will to let her go. Then, I yelled at myself as I watched her pant while
adjusting her dress.
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{Book #2}
It’s been four months since Demitra Davis ended up entangled in
the most complicated –albeit gratifying- situation she’d ever thought to find herself in. A situation
she isn’t keen to get herself out of. Her now ex-boss, Dorian Sorrenson, is too delicious for her
to want to pull herself away from. Yes, he’s the son of her father’s dead best friend. Yes, he was
her boss for a few months of her life. Yes, he’s also almost eleven years older, but there was
no way Demitra could stop herself from being attracted to him. And that was all before that one
night in which Dorian carried her away from the arms of another man and branded her as his.
Dorian has just returned from a month long business trip, and thoughts of telling her
father are the farthest from Demitra’s mind. No, she’s missed her man and has to get her hands
on him. Their passion continues to escalate as well as the feelings they both have for each
other. What neither of them planned on was the spite of Dorian’s ex-lover and how far she’d
be willing to go to stir up problems for the two of them. Demitra is worried that their burgeoning
relationship won’t be able to hold up under the stress. What she doesn’t count on is Dorian’s
feelings for her and how far he is willing to go in order to keep her as his.
Genre Erotica/ Contemporary Romance
Publication Date December 27th 2012
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Excerpt
The water bottle slipped out of my hand for a nanosecond. I managed to catch it,
drops shooting out of it and smacking my chin. Close to hyperventilating, I wiped it with the back
of my hand.
“I asked you a question, Demitra. Answer me.”
I heard him walking closer. Heart still racing, I turned around and focused on him
long enough to take in his expression. His face was hard, the look pissed and stoic all in one.</
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Alrighty. See, Dorian had a problem on his hands and he wasn’t even aware of it,
yet. I was drunk enough to be just past the point of rational. And I was definitely more pissed
than he was.
Dear lord was I pissed off. He was still advancing on me with that look that
demanded answers. I’d just spent the night getting drunk over him to try to ignore how shitty I
felt because of him.
I turned to stare at the fridge with a bored expression. He stopped right next to me. I
could feel him along every inch of my body. His form dominated my peripheral vision.
I didn’t even blink.
Slowly, purposely, I lifted the water bottle back to my lips and took another sip. He
didn’t move, I didn’t respond, but I heard his breathing getting rougher. His eyes traveled the
length of my body so intently that I felt it like a tickle. I kept drinking my water, each sip slower
than the last. Eventually, I was going to have to blink, but annoying him had become my main
priority.
“You’re angry.”
This time, I didn’t even try and deny it. Nor did I bother replying to him. His arm
came into my line of vision, pressed against the fridge as he leaned down toward me. His nose
brushed my cheek softly, setting off a round of shivers I barely held back.
“You look so sexy in that dress.”
Oh, fuck. I was too drunk to handle his husky voice saying things like that to me.
Self-control was diminishing quite rapidly. I needed to stay freaking strong, damn it!
“Tell me where you went, baby.”
“Out with my friend.” Fucking shit, I wasn’t supposed to respond to him.
Dorian hummed and ran his lips across my skin. My knees nearly liquefied and took
my legs with them. “I can smell the alcohol on you.”
Shit. He could?
“How much did you have to drink?”
Don’t remember. “It doesn’t matter. I’m here. I’m fine. I had tons of fun.”
“Did you now?” The ass was still leaning against my fridge, all insolence and
expectation.
“Yup.” I screwed the cap back on my bottle and nudged him out of the way so I
could open the fridge. I bent down, placing the bottle inside. Dorian stepped behind me. The feel
of his hands circling my hips made me gasp. When he pulled my ass into his crotch, arched his
back, and fucking groaned…well, I bit my lip, grabbed onto the side of the fridge, and moaned
like a harlot.
One hand slid around to my lower abs. His fingers slowly curled inward, anchoring
me further to him. He urged my upper body up and pressed my back to his front. He was
trembling, barely holding himself back from doing God’s knew what. He nuzzled the side of my
face. I inhaled, smelling the alcohol on him for the first time.
“You’ve been drinking, too.”
He scoffed. “I was waiting for you for nearly two hours. You wouldn’t answer your
fucking phone, and I was this close to sending a security team out to scour the city for you.
Damn right I drank that bottle of Grey Goose you had hidden in your wall unit.”
He’d begun subtly rocking his hips into me, the movements barely discernible. I still
felt them all over me. Without even realizing it, I was starting to melt into him, the heat in my
veins rising. “Dorian,” I whined, my head resting against his shoulder. “That was the Magnum
Grey Goose that—”
Dorian exhaled against my ear. On purpose, too, I could tell. Fucker.
“I know. I saw the cage. Real silver right?”
“Yes. And that almost cost a thousand dollars. It was meant to be Ang’s twenty-first
birthday gift.”
“You still have the cage. I’ll have another one shipped in first thing tomorrow.” And
with that, he set in, his lips opening and grazing my neck.
Oh, God. We were both drunk. It was official. Drunk, horny…
“Where’d you go looking so fuckable, baby?”
…and obviously out of our minds.
His voice was rough against my ear. The tips of his fingers ghosted down to my
thighs, trailing beneath the edge of my skirt. “Just looking at you in this dress is making me feel
like an animal. Do you have any idea how angry it makes me to imagine you out there, dressed
like this, flirting with some other man?”
I’d been damn near Jell-O-status, liquefying all over him and his clothes. Until he
opened his fucking mouth and had the nerve to say what I think he said. “Excuse me?” It didn’t
matter that the fridge was in my way; I went rigid and pushed away from him as much as I
could. “Is that what you think I was up to? Flirting with other men?”
Dorian caged me in, hands on either side of the fridge. His face was harsh as he
answered me. “You’re young, you’re gorgeous, and I’ve been disappointing you since I got back
from my trip. Why wouldn’t you go out there and find someone else, Dem?”
I almost slapped him, pulled his hair, and gouged his eyes out. Growling, I pushed
at his chest. “Fuck you! Just fuck you. I—fuck this shit. I’m too drunk to deal with you right now.”
For his own sake, I attempted to push and get away from him. I managed to get around him and
began heading for the living room.
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About the Author
N. Isabelle Blanco was born in Queens, NY (USA). At the age of
three, due to an odd fascination with studying her mother’s handwriting, she began to read
and write. By the time she’d reached kindergarten, she had an extensive vocabulary and her
obsession with words began to bleed into every aspect of her life.
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