Posted in General on April 20th, 2012 by Casey Crow
Thanks for joining me and Just Romance Me! (A big shout out to Michael at JRM for helping me through some technical difficulties.) I’m giving away an ebook copy of DANCE WITH A MILLIONAIRE, a Bookstrand m/f Best Seller. I’m also giving away an ebook copy of the multi-award winning CAN’T FAKE THIS to the winner of Just Romance Me’s grand prize winner.
So I just returned from the Romantic Times Booklovers Convention in Chicago. It was incredible! My favorite part was when my mnauscript HUSTLER’S DREAM finaled in the RT American Idol contest! Another one of my favorite parts was attending the dance parties they had each night. I love to dance – to the point one of my degrees is in dance! I even still take jazz class each week, and I have to say the ladies in my class still have it. We even got a standing ovation last year at the recital .
Because of my love for ballet in particular, I wrote DANCE WITH A MILLIONAIRE. This “Sexy, Sassy & Southern” book is a ballet inspired and Italy infused f/m erotic.
Southern belle Campbell Layne is the rising star of the Manhattan Ballet Theatre, providing she lands the upcoming principal role. The stage heats up, however, when Rod Carrington steps in and teaches her more than she ever expected.
Campbell is determined to stay focused on the audition that will push her into stardom, but the dazzling attorney she meets at a gala proves to be a major distraction especially when he ends up being her professor in a college class she’s taking in her spare time. Campbell humiliates herself on their first date, but that doesn’t stop Rod from whisking her off to Italy and turning her into quite the vixen. Too bad he also had to use his powerful influence to secure the lead for her. Now she’ll never know if her talent was real or “bought” by the man she thought was the love of her life.
Here’s an ADULT EXCERPT to tempt you further:
“Bel-la.” Rod gathered her tighter and simply hugged her, burying his face in her hair.
For a second, the world stopped and her heart melted as he pressed his chest into hers. His woodsy, clean scent blended with the lemony smell of his starched shirt. She heard him inhale deeply, and the loneliness over the past few weeks faded away. Spreading her fingers wide, she slid them into the softness of his hair before gliding down to knead the muscles of his upper back.
“I’m sexually frustrated.” His mouth found her earlobe. The metal on her earring clanked against his teeth. She let out a low chuckle.
“You smell like lavender and vanilla and taste cinnamony and sweet.”
“Then eat me up.”
“I intend to.” His palm slipped to her breast, giving it a firm squeeze before rubbing her nipple through the coat.
The satin lining stimulated her nipples further. “Hmm,” she moaned as her head fell back, and she arched into his hand. Rod granted her silent request, tugging at the knot at her waist and pushing the coat off her shoulders. His eyebrows shot up at seeing her unclothed. A large grin stretched across his beautiful mouth, his lips full and moist from kissing her.
“Come to my office and sit on my lap anytime.” He bent to lick a nipple.
She dug her nails into his back. “Yes, darlin’.”
“Patience, princess.” His tongue twirled around her areola as he squeezed her other breast. Switching his lips to it, he sucked the entire thing into this mouth.
His cock rubbed against her inner thigh, teasing her pussy with its nearness. Shifting her weight, she rotated her hips so his dick touched her clit. She was dying to have his long, hot, velvety dick deep inside her, stretching her wide. Her juices dripped in anticipation. “More,” she said, hoping to hurry him up. He groaned his approval and slid his fingers to her pussy, parting the folds, and rolling her clit back and forth with the tip of his finger. Sensations exploded, shattering her composure into a million pieces then melting them into a warm, liquid pool of satisfaction that heated her skin. Every nerve ending, every cell seemed attuned to his touch.
She moaned so loudly he raised a finger to her lips in a shushing gesture. Her response was to take it into her mouth and suck. God, she’d never felt such abandonment, such freedom at acting like a—what was the word? Siren. Yes, Campbell had discovered a side of herself she’d never known existed. Rod had coaxed a bit out in Italy, but now she felt all her inhibitions slip away. She wanted to show him that she was as wild and sexy as his other women.
Her fingers worked in desperate, quick movements to loosen his tie and undo his buttons. She pulled the shirt from his pants, spread the material, and dipped her head to taste his nipples. When she began to unbuckle his belt, he stilled her.
“Tell me you’re kidding.”
“It’s my turn, you seductive minx.” He reached behind her and sent papers flying to the floor. Circling his hands around her hips, he lifted her onto the desk.
Raising her foot to his chest, she lightly speared him in the heart with her stiletto. He grabbed her ankle and deposited her foot on the arm of his massive leather chair. He did the same with her other leg then, running his hands from her calves to her knees, he pushed her legs wide. And feasted.
“Rod!” she gasped when his tongue made one long lick up her slit.
“Trust me, baby. You’ll love it.” He spread her folds with his fingers as his tongue streaked over her nub. “Hmm. You taste good. Always wondered what a girl raised on Southern sunshine would taste like.” He kissed her inner thigh and went back to licking her clit.
“Yes! Oh God, yes!”
He made a hushing sound.
“I can’t help it,” she whimpered. Asking her to be quiet was like telling her to go catch some minnows by hand.
His tongue lapped and brushed her sensitive spot, sending her into a spiraling need. She grabbed a handful of his hair, pressing his face harder into her pussy. He slipped his tongue into her hole. Her head spun, but he gave her no mercy as he pulled out to suck a pussy lip.
He tugged, gently scraping his teeth over it then making a smacking sound as he released it. “So long,” he mumbled before pulling the other into his mouth and repeating the exquisite procedure. Rod slipped his thumb into her hole, rotating his wrist as he pumped her. His tongue returned to her clit, jiggling it back and forth. Her legs quivered and threatened to slip off the chair. She draped them over his shoulders. He stuck a hand under her ass and lifted her hips off the desk. Campbell crossed her ankles, trapping him between her legs and gyrating her hips as fulfillment closed in.
“Please, darlin’. Make me c–come,” she begged between pants.
He sucked like nobody’s business and swallowed her passion as she came fast. Rod reached to cover her mouth with his hand as she screamed and shuddered violently. He continued to lap up her pussy juices.
Holy fuck. Campbell thought she’d died and gone to heaven.
As her contractions slowed, he stood, causing her legs to straighten against the length of his body. He got his pants off enough for his cock to spring free. Positioning the head at her entrance, he plunged deep.
She watched him bite his lip. “Not so easy to keep quiet, is it?”
Campbell loves all forms of dance, but classical ballet is her favorite. What’s your favorite? I used to own a dance studio where I taught all forms of dance, but I’d have to say lyrical ballet is my favorite to dance to…unless I’ve got a hot guy who wants to throw down with some Latin salsa. Um…yeah, I kinda need a guy for that one, but I’ll keep hoping.
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