About ONE MORE NIGHT:
Your presence is
requested for another installment in the tale of Julia and Clay, two red-hot
lovers. Come inside their world of passion and suspense once more for a
deliciously erotic and heart-poundingly dangerous story of pearls, handcuffs,
thieves, mobsters, poker and pleasure in the city of sin…
Happy endings don’t come easily. They’re hard-won and Clay Nichols is going to have to keep earning his…
Now living together in New York with her debt
safely paid off, sexy bartender Julia Bell and hot-as-hell entertainment lawyer
Clay thought their future was clear sailing.
But life doesn’t work that way and the fiery
lovers run into a slew of new challenges as Clay tries to put a ring on it.
Trouble looms in every corner–trouble from clients, trouble with timing, and,
most of all, trouble from her past returns on their trip to Vegas. A dangerous
man who knows much more about Julia than he should surfaces in Sin City where
they’re supposed to be enjoying a weekend getaway. Following her in the casino,
watching her every move at the pool, targeting her as she plays poker.
Too bad Clay is called away repeatedly, leaving
Julia alone in a sprawling hotel full of dark corners, back rooms, and unsavory
characters. Can Clay save her from danger one more time, and then finally get
down on one knee? Or will he be too late for the woman he adores?
Read on in ONE
MORE NIGHT, a new novel in the New York Times and USA Today Bestselling
Seductive Nights series packed with more sex, more dirty talk and more
danger. And per your request, the recipe for Julia’s award-winning
cocktail, the Purple Snow Globe, has finally been revealed in this ebook
She
licked him back up to his head, then rubbed him against her lips, because she
knew that drove him wild. Seeing his cock being caressed and loved by her mouth
was his undoing. His eyes darkened, and he shut them briefly, his head falling
back against the leather seat as he speared her hair with his strong fingers.
“Get those lips back where they belong. All the way around me.”
“It’s
going to be the two-minute treatment then,” she said, blowing a stream of air
against him, and he opened his eyes to hitch in a breath. “Say you want it
fast. Admit I can make you come in two minutes,” she said, rubbing his
throbbing erection across her lips once more to show him she knew the path to
his pleasure.
“Do
it,” he growled.
That
was all she needed to reacquaint his cock with the back of her throat, wrapping
her lips tight around the base, and sucking hard. She cupped his balls, rolling
them against her fingers, and that drew out a long, deep groan. She smiled to
herself at his reactions, loving that she could do this to him. She continued
on her quest, sucking hard, licking teasingly, and delighting in every second
of it as his groans grew louder and his fingers gripped her tighter. She
finished him off quickly, savoring the taste of him in her mouth and the sound
of his grunts in her ears.
When
she returned to her seat as he zipped his jeans, she nearly shot out of the
moonroof as the signs for Teterboro Airport loomed closer.
“This
is definitely not Newark,” she said, her voice practically a shout. “Where are
you taking me?”
“Welcome
to the executive airport, gorgeous. We’ll be flying in a private jet to Vegas.”
Friday,
8:58 a.m., New York
“Ladies
first,” Clay said, gesturing to the steps that unfolded from the gleaming
silver Cessna that looked like a bullet. She squeezed his arm, then walked up
the steps. No,
that was wrong, he corrected himself. She strutted, wiggling her sexy ass for
him, happily heading into the jet.
Keeping
her busy on the ride over had been the best distraction—in and of itself—and
because it preserved the sheer surprise that he’d wanted to elicit from his
woman. The jet was one part of the weekend he’d mapped out for Julia in Vegas.
Every detail was planned to a T; every gift arranged in advance. He wanted to
shower her with luxuries, capping them all off tomorrow with the one he was
most eager to give her—a three-carat emerald-cut diamond ring as he asked her
to be Mrs. Clay Nichols forever and ever. The ring was safely in Sin City
already; he’d had it shipped from Tiffany’s, and sourced from a diamond mine in
Canada, one of many that operated by socially responsible guidelines in the
diamond business. His brother, Brent, had the ring under lock and key at his
place in Vegas. Clay had contemplated having the ring shipped to the home he
and Julia shared in the West Village, but when she’d playfully confessed one
evening last month while lounging on their balcony, drinking scotch and looking
at the stars, that she’d been the kid who peeked at her Christmas presents
early, he knew it was safest to keep the ring far away from her prying eyes.
“McKenna
almost ratted me out one year. She found me re-taping a Christmas package early
one morning when I was ten, I think. My face turned bright red, but then I told
her our cat was playing with an ornament, and had knocked a few presents
around, so the tape must have come off.”
He’d
laughed at her cover-up. “And she believed that far-fetched, multi-layered
fib?”
Julia
shook her head, a self-deprecating grin curving her lips. “Nope. So I tried
another tactic. I gave her my most prized possession in exchange for her
silence—my scrapbook of all these fabulous Jordan Catalano snapshots from My So-Called Life,”
she’d said, and he’d smiled at the mention of the TV show she and her sister
had been huge fans of when they were growing up. That was something else he and
Julia had in common; not that show, but an affection for movies and TV as
entertainment and as touch-points for special moments in life.
“You
are deviously clever, and I also want to thank you for the advance warning that
I should never leave any Christmas gifts for you under the tree until Christmas
morning when Santa arrives.”
She’d
pretended to pout. “No fair.”
“So
fair,” he’d countered, as his mind whirred through the best options for keeping
a ring far, far away from those exploring eyes and fingers. When he’d told her
at her bar the other night that he’d planned to take her to Vegas for the
weekend, she’d blatantly stated that she hoped he might get down on one knee,
so he certainly wasn’t trying to catch her off-guard with his proposal. They
were open with each other about their desire to be married someday soon. But
the details? The where, when, and how of it? That’s what he could have fun
with, moving puzzle pieces around, keeping her on her toes and hopefully
finding a way to surprise the woman he loved, adored and cherished.
Buy Night After Night & After This Night!
Lauren Blakely writes sexy contemporary romance
novels with heat, heart, and humor, and her books have appeared on the New York
Times, USA Today, Amazon, Barnes and Noble, and iBooks bestseller lists. Like
the heroine in FAR TOO TEMPTING, she thinks life should be filled with family,
laughter, and the kind of love that love songs promise. Lauren lives in
California with her husband, children, and dogs. Her novels include Caught
Up In Us, Pretending He’s Mine, Playing With Her Heart,
and Trophy Husband. She also writes for young adults under the name
Daisy Whitney.
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