INSOMNIA- BLOG TOUR JULY 7-11
by BETHANY BAZILE and
HOSTED BY BOOK ENTHUSIAST PROMOTIONS
Excerpt:
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I shrugged, checked my
watch, and ran my finger over the ring on my right hand. I watched
her put the end of the pen in her mouth and it was all I could focus
on. I became completely fucking captivated by the way she bit on it,
the tip of her tongue swirling around the stick. Jesus…
I
shifted in my seat as my erection grew heavy—straining against my
jeans.
I glanced down at my
watch again as a way to stop imagining my cock taking the pen’s
place in her mouth.
“Are you in a hurry,
Mr. Pierce?” I looked up as she uncrossed then recrossed her legs,
wiggling slightly in her seat. She had a sensual lure to her that
cried out to me, and I’d grown tired of beating around the bush. I
never had a problem expressing what I needed from a woman, and I
wasn’t going to start now. I met her gaze directly, and she was too
prideful to look away, but she wanted to.
“Xander.” I
corrected her again.
“If I have to tell
you one more time to call me Xander, I will pin you to your desk and
make you scream it until you get it right.”
She stared at me,
mouth slightly agape and eyes widened. “Excuse me?”
“I think I was
clear.”
She broke eye contact,
dropped her notepad on the table in front of her, and rose. She was
clearly trying to put some distance between us, but she’d
inadvertently gone to stand right in front of the desk I’d referred
to.
“Why are you here,
Mr—Xander? What is it you really want?”
I smiled as she caught
herself from calling me Mr. Pierce again. It was too impersonal, and
she used the formality to keep up that cinderblock wall she’d built
between us. I rose from the chair and walked over to her. She
clutched the edge of the desk and
tensed from my
violation of her personal space. I leaned into her and she tilted
back as far as possible.
“I want to sleep,
Ms. Shaw, but if I can’t do that…” I trailed my lips across her
jaw and took pleasure in the shiver that passed through her body. “I
want to fuck.” I bit down on her earlobe. “You.”
She gasped. “That’s
not something I can help you with.” But her tone—all trembling
and throaty—told me she ached to offer me some relief.
“But you want to.”
I licked the soft skin of her neck and felt her jaw muscles tighten
as she gritted her teeth.
God,
how wanted to break her, send her over the edge so she would release
those soft moans and let out the claws I knew she hid. I slid my hand
over the back of her thigh, slowly moving past the silky fabric of
her stockings to the warm, soft skin above. I felt heat radiating
from her pussy as I slid my finger higher. I buried my head in her
neck and focused on burying my finger into her wet heat.
I moved my hand over
the crotch of her panties, and she jerked as if I’d electrocuted
her. Fuck…
I’d felt the current too. I’ve never wanted to bury my cock in a
woman as much as I did this one.
What the fuck is it
about her.
I traced the edge of
her panties, and just as I was about to get what I really wanted from
Avery, she reached out and put her hand on my forearm.
“Xander, please…
Now she calls me by
my name.
Synopsis:
I was arrogant, pushy, controlling, and I was fine with
that. What I couldn't control were my dreams. Memories haunted me
there.
Even after over a decade, I found I couldn't outrun
them. Returning to the place they lived only seemed to trigger a
landslide. I couldn't focus, couldn't sleep. Some people drank a warm
cup of milk, cuddled up with a book, or threw back a couple shots.
Me?
I fucked my way to sleep.
Every single night, I lost myself in pussy. For a long
time, it was the only way I knew to get to sleep. But it was getting
less and less effective. I slept shorter periods of time before the
dreams started.
There was only one hope for my insomnia and she was
sexy, intelligent, and unexpected. I wanted to exhaust myself in her
sexy little body and let her soothe me to sleep.
The only problem… she was my therapist, and I’d have
to break her code of conduct and totally corrupt her before I made
her mine.
***Warning: This is an Erotic Serial and contains
explicit sexual content and language.***
It is the first in a trilogy. I recommend that you WAIT
until you have all three of them in your hands before reading. I did not have
that luxury and it is KILLING me. I need to know all the answers, now and I not
good at waiting.
Xander Pierce uses sex and frequent sex to help him deal
with his insomnia and nightmare issues. This is the only way he can sleep for a
few hours at night. He doesn’t hide who he is or what he needs. His current
hookup Gabriella gives him a business card of a therapist to help him.
This has interesting results. He is instantly attracted to
the therapist and tries to begins\ a relationship with her. Dr. Avery Shaw is
no push over.She does not like his cocky attitude and refuses to see him as a
client, only changing her mind as a favour to her partner. She then further
resists any overtures of a romantic and sexual type. Even though she is
attracted to him she fights it and tries to stay professional. The attraction
is too strong between them and soon they are having wild hot sex. She soon
becomes his balm against the nightmares and calms them slightly. The therapist
in her tries to delve into his past to find the root of the problem but he
fights her on this.
The story sets the stage for all secrets to be revealed.
Hopefully we shall find out what caused his nightmares and also what secrets
she has concerning her past and the relationship she has with her roommate
Ellie.
I thought the author did a great job with this story. I was
itching to know all the answers, the reasons that he sleeps with so many women,
why is sex his salvation? What happened to cause him to hate his brother? So
many questions and not enough pages to answer them all. And then when I
happened to blink, a cliffhanger of major proportions. Excellent read 5/5.
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