Read Mastered 2: Ten Tales of Sensual Surrender Online
Authors: Opal Carew,Portia Da Costa,Madelynne Ellis,T.J. Michaels,Emily Ryan-Davis,Jennifer Leeland,Cynthia Sax,Evangeline Anderson,Avery Aster,Karen Fenech,Ruby Foxx,Saskia Walker
Mastered 2: Ten Tales of Sensual Surrender (56 page)
Alle grinned. “As long as I’m going to get a return on my investment, I don’t mind.”
Spook returned to the bed and settled against the pillows. He opened his arms so she could snuggle against his naked body. “Are we back to the issue of penetration again?” He groaned, and then puffed a stray strand of her hair from out of his face.
“I didn’t mean to raise it.” She sighed and pressed a kiss to his breast bone. “It’s just important to me.” In all her previous relationships she’d had no trouble getting sex out of the guy, but anything kinky had proved miserably unsatisfying. Spook was the reverse, but she hoped, given time, he’d be up for sex and kink together.
He snuggled her closer, so that her ear rested against his chest, and the thud of his heartbeat drowned out most other sounds, then reached across and turned out the lamp. “It’ll happen, Alle. I said it would, and it will. Have a little faith in me, and I promise to make it worth the wait.”
“Promise?” He was hard to make out in the dark, but his arms were wrapped tightly around her, and his enticing scent filled tickled her senses.
“I promise.”
“Then I’ll be patient.”
She let her head loll and her body relax. It was only when she drifted on the very edge of sleep that she swore she heard him whisper, “I need to be sure it’s absolutely what you want.”
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Rock Hard
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Black Halo
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A New York Times & USA Today bestselling author of erotic romance, Madelynne Ellis aims to deliver burn-the-fingertips-off, character-driven stories that enchant, torment and don’t shy from the darker aspects of life. She lives in the UK, not far from the Welsh border with her partner of 20+ years, their two adorable children, and two equally adorable cavachons.
Madelynne drinks decaf out of preference and has a healthy obsession with a certain Japanese rock star. She has a degree in Biology & Chemistry and a fetish for notebooks. She loves connecting with her readers.
Other Books by Madelynne Ellis
Contemporary Erotic Romance
The Black Halo Books
#6 Come Alive (due December 2015)
Related titles:
Anything But Ordinary (due August 2015)
Standalone titles:
Historical Erotic Romance
Scandalous Seductions
#6 The Ghosts of Christmas Past (coming soon)
#7 The Serpent’s Kiss (coming soon)
Romps & Rakehells
Standalone Titles:
The Kissing Bough
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Here are some excerpts of Madelynne’s books...
Come Undone (Rock Hard #1)
Madelynne Ellis
On stage he's dynamite. Off stage he rocks her world.
When red-hot, Goth-metal band, Black Halo, split live on stage, fate throws Daniella Fosbrook into the path of sexy vocalist Xane Geist. Initially, Xane's only looking for a ride home, but Dani tempts him in a way a thousand other women haven't. Determined to explore their heady chemistry and avoid hashing things out with the band, Xane whisks Dani off to Monaco for a steamy weekend.
There, Dani tries her best to hang onto her heart and some clothing, while Xane soon loses both. However, Xane isn't being entirely honest about the reason for the band's demise. When the truth comes out, can Dani accept the facts, or will everything come undone?
Excerpt
‘Oof!’
Dani came to an unceremonious halt, with metal claws digging into her shoulder. She put out a hand for balance, only for it to meet leather – soft, supple, leather – and then hard muscle. Equally quickly, she jerked away.
‘Sorry.’
‘Just look where you’re going?’
She was. Leastways, now she was. Staring, in gobsmacked disbelief, in fact. Her attention fixed upon his lamp-like, cat’s eyes.
Xane. She’d walked right into Xane Geist without even seeing him. And … and … wow.
Her heart gave a fluttery drumroll, while her knees threatened to buckle.
Xane had always been her favourite. As the face of the group, he’d always drawn the bulk of the fans attention, but he was also the acknowledged genius behind their success. Up close, the magnetism that wowed audiences snagged her in the midriff and yanked her into closer proximity. He was … She had to touch her lips to ensure she wasn’t drooling. He was perfect.
Inky black hair framed his narrow face, the ends of which reached midway down his chest. A spiked collar encircled his neck. Dani curled her fingers. The memory of his heat still warmed their tips. His cheekbones were shaved as if from pure marble; his nose, a slender blade, above which his black eyebrows were furrowed. His crooked, kissable lips were drawn into a tight scowl that was further emphasized by the silver hoop piercing the centre of his bottom lip.
Two further hoops pierced his right eyebrow.
Beneath his leather jacket, he was dressed in a combination of rags and more form-fitting black leather. When she’d touched him, she’d hit a spot where his T-shirt was ripped away to show a painted on version of his exposed ribs.
Dani’s lips parted to accommodate a gasp. For the first time in her life, she understood what it meant to melt, too feel so drawn to another human being that she lost control of even the most basic functions. All at once she was too jittery and hot; molten with arousal and terrified and ashamed too.
Oh, man – he smelled fab too, of good old-fashioned body scent, liberally mixed with a spritz of something expensive for men. Now it made sense why women like Ginny went to such effort to meet him, and why they were prepared to throw their morals to the wind and romp like wild things with a total stranger.
She could even picture herself sprawled across some hotel bed with him, having crazy sex.
‘Are you all right? Lost?’ He sounded pissed off, something his brittle smile corroborated. Yet, Dani’s brain only processed the fact that his speaking voice was much softer than she’d anticipated, and lacked any hint of his trademark growl.
Realising she was still gaping at him, she took a moment to close her mouth. She wasn’t lost, just dazzled.
The painful bite of Xane’s claw rings restored her sanity. She coughed and straightened herself out.
Xane kept his hand on her shoulder. ‘Sally?’ he said, as he lifted the backstage pass to read her name. Even hidden by opaque contact lenses, his eyes were still shrewdly intelligent as he gave her face and body a quick, appreciative sweep. ‘Were you looking for me?’ His eyebrows arched meaningfully.
‘Yes. I mean, no. I was trying to get through to the arena so I could watch the show.’
They maintained eye contact, because Dani couldn’t wrench her gaze away.
For a split-second Xane’s scowl transformed into a smile. ‘The show’s over, honey. I don’t think you want to go out there.’
‘I don’t? Already?’
He rubbed his thumb across the part of her ID that said PR. ‘I’d stay back here. Safer, until you’ve a statement worked out.’
A statement! What was she supposed to give a statement about? And how was it she’d managed to miss the entire show. It wasn’t supposed to be over yet. Although now she thought about it, the roadies did appear to be packing up. ‘W—what happened?’ If she’d been an actual PR person she’d have been in full on flap right about now. The woman whose pass she wore probably was. Ginny ought never to have taken her card.
Xane shook his head. ‘Sally.’ He snagged hold of the lanyard again, forcing her to meet his gaze. This was it. She was busted. He was going to yell for security and have her unceremoniously dumped out back. ‘Do you drive?’
‘A car, you mean?’ Why was this important? ‘Yes. I drove to the show.’
His lips quirked up at one corner forming a rehearsed smile, which nevertheless had her creaming her knickers.
‘Good. Then you can get me out of here.’
All Night Long (Black Halo #1)
Madelynne Ellis
Three hot guitarists.
Two people looking for love, but too afraid to admit it.
One exhilarating night…
One night of rampant passion with a rock star, that’s all it’s supposed to be. Ginny Walters isn’t looking for love, only some sexy fun with an amazingly hot guy; that is, until she hooks up with Black Halo’s lead guitarist, Ash Gore, on the night the band splits up.
Ginny discovers a side to the womanizing, bad boy that she never imagined. Beneath his hard rock image, is a man so hung up on the possibility of being hurt by love that he’s unwilling to risk becoming emotionally involved. How can she convince him that the bond between them is worth exploring, given that she’s not sure dating a rock star is terribly bright idea?
Ash can’t seem to get Ginny out of his head either. She’s totally unlike the women who fan his ego but leave him unsatisfied. Ginny sees through the media hype to the scarred man beneath. Given that Ginny understands him like no one else, is this a one night stand he won’t be able to leave behind?
Excerpt
Having reached the dressing room, Ash kicked the door in lieu of using the handle. It achieved the desired effect, slamming the wood back on its hinges and announcing his presence in a way that couldn’t be ignored. Not that there was anyone around. Going by the silence within, the rest of the band hadn’t made it as far as the dressing room yet. They were probably still in the green room trying to figure out what the hell happened; why it happened, and if anyone could do anything about it.
Too late
, he wanted to yell at them.
Mr Geist has already left the building. The band is about to implode. Warning…warning…five minutes to detonation.
‘BOOM!’ He voiced the last part, causing a scurry of motion to his fore.
Apparently someone had made it to the dressing room, and his impersonation of a nuclear detonation had given them a fucking heart attack. He detected the rattily gasp, and watched the figure spring off of the couch.
‘Hi,’ he said, flashing the pretty dark-haired girl his best pantie melting smile. One he freely admitted was copied straight off Xane.
Hey, whatever worked to get him laid. That was his motto.
‘Um…’ The girl stared right at him, her lips slightly parted. He swore he heard her swallow. ‘Yeah… Hi. Sorry, I’m…’ She flicked her microscopic skirt back into place and straightened to her full height, which was still only around his shoulder level. Ash’s attention, remained fixed on her stocking covered legs.
No lies, stockings did things to him that he didn’t try to interpret. To say his heart rate kicked up a notch didn’t begin to cover it. That, and these weren’t just stockings, they were fishnets. Fishnets drove him demented. He liked them even more than the seamed variety women wore with business suits.
Suddenly, his evening seemed to be looking up. ‘Yeah… uh… who are you?’
She swept her gaze across him from boots to waist, then back to his face again, before dishing out a dazzling smile. ‘Ginny.’ She extended her hand.
Polite and concise. He liked it. Ash accepted her hand, out of surprise as much as anything. Normally, he skipped introductions unless it was some industry bigwig, as they inevitably seemed to lead to a) a boring life account, b) a whole lot of shite about being his biggest fan, or c) both.
Total bollocks, since his mum was unquestionably his biggest fan. She might not attend gigs but she pampered him like nobody’s business on the rare occasions he made it home.
‘How come you’re in here?’ He had to admit he was intrigued. Normally the crew managed to keep the groupies away from the dressing room. Plus, they ensured that anyone hot and available had on a pink-trimmed back stage pass. This girl didn’t have a pass, or if she did, it was damn well hidden.
‘Were you looking for me?’
No he wasn’t being big-headed, just honest about the way the world worked. Girls only came backstage for one thing.
Xane
, crowed the voice in his head. Women always wanted Xane. He scared the hell out of them, but they still creamed their panties if he so much as sneered in their direction.
Ash shut it off.
The girl peeped up at him, as if she wasn’t entirely sure. ‘Um…’
Ash clocked her gaze shifting from his face to the open doorway.
‘It depends…’
Told you, dumbass
, his subconscious cackled.
She’s after Mr Geist
.
Fuck, it pissed him off that he didn’t come top of the Black Halo popularity chart, despite being the most obliging member of the band. Looking hot wasn’t everything. You had to know how to tickle their fancy too, and it helped if you weren’t a total screw up. Strange how the latter part never seemed to apply to Xane, who was the most messed up fucker Ash knew.
‘Depends on what?’
She flicked him another glance, this one rather more assessing than the last, which heated him up around the collar and made him wish his jeans weren’t so damn spray on tight.
This girl was just his type. Naturally pretty, with eyes like puddles of liquid gold, over which, two carefully defined eyebrows formed slightly quizzical arches. And shaped perfectly too, wide across the hips, and skinny around the middle, with those stocking covered legs to top it all off.
He swore, if she was here for Spook, he was totally going to lie about the guy’s sexual preferences, and thank you, God, that Mr Screw-Up Geist was already out of the picture.
Ginny tilted her chin up. A playful smile tweaked the corners of her mouth. ‘On whether you’re free right now?’
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