"If you're looking for a hot, inked Greek god look no further. Our hero, Dino may not be your typical alpha male, but he's still ALL MAN..." "I defy you not to fall in love with him." ~Terri George, Author Author A.R Senault did a fabulous job of creating a cast of characters you are sure to fall in love with!!! Claudette is a strong, intelligent woman established in her career and she knows what she expects from a partner. With so many authors opting for a young woman who falls into the arms of a dominant man, this book is a breath of fresh air! |
Claudette's assistant, Johnny, is a perfect compliment to the story. He offers a 'no holds barred' sense of humor that had me laughing quite frequently. The intimate scenes are wonderfully steamy and more than once I found myself wishing Dino was tucking me into bed at night ;-) Dino and his buddies, who become lovingly referred to as the "FF" will crawl into your mind and have you begging for more.
Synopsis A turbulent sexual renaissance is brewing on Melrose Avenue, and Dr. Claudette Boucher is about to expose it. At the center of the revival are four tattooed and pierced-clad beasts of sex personified, and owners of the Mel/Rose Barbershop. As Los Angeles’ quintessential sex doctor and popular radio personality, Claudette has enough confidence to steamroll the strongest of men. Dino Pantopoulos is happy to have his life flattened by the beautiful and sassy, French therapist. Claudette’s atypical research techniques leave Dino wondering how to tame her, and Dino’s overbearing Greek mother has Claudette’s Freudian radar at high alert. Claudette isn’t about to alter her research or her sexual proclivities for anyone. But Dino’s mastery of sensual conquest has Claudette rethinking her relationship priorities. Dino’s unrelenting charm weakens Claudette’s quest for self-preservation. As sparks settle from the couple’s emotional and explosive courtship, a tragedy threatens to destroy their newfound happiness. Will Claudette survive and keep her promise to love Dino Without End? Without End is a standalone novel, brimming with quick wit, charm, and unforgettable characters. It is the first of four books in the Melrose Shops series; one book for each of the sensual beasts waiting to claim your heart. This book will steam up your windows and intended for adults only. |
Excerpt #1
When I reentered the front of the shop, my focus was solely on opening the fridge and popping the top off a cold root beer. The bottle was chilled to perfection and although, not very lady-like, I couldn’t stop myself from tipping the bottom up and pulling a long drag of the sweet confection.
“Fuck Doc,” gasped James. I turned to notice, without exaggeration, every set of eyes in the place looking at me. My free hand dropped to my hem to ensure I didn’t accidentally tuck my skirt into my panties in the bathroom. Nope, everything seemed in place.
“I couldn’t have dreamed that anything would make you look hotter than your business suits and fuck-me shoe collection.” He scanned my body from toe to head and stopped at my eyes. “Tonight I’m going to have to take myself by hand and I will be thinking of you bent over the office desk in nothing but those glasses.”
That vision floating in a room full of men and one lesbian came damn close to making me cringe with chagrin. “James, you should have filtered that statement about midway through,” I scolded.
An actual growl escaped Dino’s throat and BB reached past his client to smack James in the back of his head.
“What?” James asked innocently. “At least I left out the part about pouring root beer down her back and licking her clean.”
A firmer retort was necessary, “James, I find your unabashed and honest free spirit refreshing. However, your comment could be construed as a bit disrespectful toward women. I enjoy the sexual undertone of our repartee but any other woman may be rightfully offended.” My verbal warning was accompanied by a telling look for him to take caution.
He walked away from his client, sidled close to me, and whispered so only I could hear, “Thank you. That disciplinary lecture makes the fantasy even better.”
My response was to sucker punch him in the arm. “Ouch.”
“I have a headache and the fans were drying out my contacts.” My audience was still shamelessly staring. Probably my account for changing into my glasses sounded like blah, blah, blah, blah to their ears, similar to the teacher from Peanuts.
“Your head hurts?” Dino looked concerned. “Do you want some aspirin?” His client had just paid and instead of calling someone else, he pulled me toward his chair.
I shook my head and wondered what he was doing with me. More importantly, I was unsure why I seemingly would allow him to lead me anywhere he desired.
Dino had his hands on my shoulders and he was looking into my eyes, or at my glasses, from the reflection in the mirror. “I’m going to give you a massage.”
A massage sounded wonderful. And having his hands on me was even more tempting, but I did not like being dictated to. “Dino, a woman likes to be asked before a man offers to touch her.”
“May I give you a quick massage Claudette?” He asked trying to hide a smile under the thin line of his lips.
“Yes.” Only a deranged fool would say no to him.
“Will you marry me?”
“No.” The corner of his mouth pursed tightly enough to form a dimple in his cheek. Surprisingly, I was a deranged fool.
“Damn, I thought I could trip you up that time.” He reached around me and gingerly removed my glasses and placed them on his work station. His fingers lightly slid across my temples. The sensual gesture stupefied my senses.
“Now close your eyes and relax.”
They were already shut, but I playfully opened one eye.
“Oh sorry, will you, please close your eyes and relax?” he reformed, catching on quickly.
He gathered my long, straight, light-brown hair into three sections with his gentle hands and loosely twisted the strands into one lengthy braid.
With my hair out of the way, he placed his large hands on my shoulders and started kneading his thumbs over the muscles above my shoulder blades. A sigh escaped and my body melted into the soft black leather. His hands magically siphoned the stress from my body and inadvertently heated my libido.
My composure lingered within a controllable zone until the pads of his thumbs moved to the nape of my neck. The nape was a classic erogenous zone. Men loved to look at it, and women loved to have the region touched and kissed. The Japanese Geishas applied makeup along their napes’ to accentuate the erotic zone. Mine, however, was highly neglected from over a year of inattention.
Dino’s fingers worked their way up my scalp to my temples. He pulled my head tighter toward his body to gain leverage for the small circular motions he manipulated over my forehead and temples. The hard ridges of Dino’s stomach muscles imprinted on the back of my head and my overactive imagination.
My legs instinctively crossed and uncrossed several times. Dino was a cruel schadenfreude to observe the discomfort at my core while he played me with his magical hands. He should have worked in a proposal because, at that moment, I was defenseless against declaring my undying servitude for eternity.
When I reentered the front of the shop, my focus was solely on opening the fridge and popping the top off a cold root beer. The bottle was chilled to perfection and although, not very lady-like, I couldn’t stop myself from tipping the bottom up and pulling a long drag of the sweet confection.
“Fuck Doc,” gasped James. I turned to notice, without exaggeration, every set of eyes in the place looking at me. My free hand dropped to my hem to ensure I didn’t accidentally tuck my skirt into my panties in the bathroom. Nope, everything seemed in place.
“I couldn’t have dreamed that anything would make you look hotter than your business suits and fuck-me shoe collection.” He scanned my body from toe to head and stopped at my eyes. “Tonight I’m going to have to take myself by hand and I will be thinking of you bent over the office desk in nothing but those glasses.”
That vision floating in a room full of men and one lesbian came damn close to making me cringe with chagrin. “James, you should have filtered that statement about midway through,” I scolded.
An actual growl escaped Dino’s throat and BB reached past his client to smack James in the back of his head.
“What?” James asked innocently. “At least I left out the part about pouring root beer down her back and licking her clean.”
A firmer retort was necessary, “James, I find your unabashed and honest free spirit refreshing. However, your comment could be construed as a bit disrespectful toward women. I enjoy the sexual undertone of our repartee but any other woman may be rightfully offended.” My verbal warning was accompanied by a telling look for him to take caution.
He walked away from his client, sidled close to me, and whispered so only I could hear, “Thank you. That disciplinary lecture makes the fantasy even better.”
My response was to sucker punch him in the arm. “Ouch.”
“I have a headache and the fans were drying out my contacts.” My audience was still shamelessly staring. Probably my account for changing into my glasses sounded like blah, blah, blah, blah to their ears, similar to the teacher from Peanuts.
“Your head hurts?” Dino looked concerned. “Do you want some aspirin?” His client had just paid and instead of calling someone else, he pulled me toward his chair.
I shook my head and wondered what he was doing with me. More importantly, I was unsure why I seemingly would allow him to lead me anywhere he desired.
Dino had his hands on my shoulders and he was looking into my eyes, or at my glasses, from the reflection in the mirror. “I’m going to give you a massage.”
A massage sounded wonderful. And having his hands on me was even more tempting, but I did not like being dictated to. “Dino, a woman likes to be asked before a man offers to touch her.”
“May I give you a quick massage Claudette?” He asked trying to hide a smile under the thin line of his lips.
“Yes.” Only a deranged fool would say no to him.
“Will you marry me?”
“No.” The corner of his mouth pursed tightly enough to form a dimple in his cheek. Surprisingly, I was a deranged fool.
“Damn, I thought I could trip you up that time.” He reached around me and gingerly removed my glasses and placed them on his work station. His fingers lightly slid across my temples. The sensual gesture stupefied my senses.
“Now close your eyes and relax.”
They were already shut, but I playfully opened one eye.
“Oh sorry, will you, please close your eyes and relax?” he reformed, catching on quickly.
He gathered my long, straight, light-brown hair into three sections with his gentle hands and loosely twisted the strands into one lengthy braid.
With my hair out of the way, he placed his large hands on my shoulders and started kneading his thumbs over the muscles above my shoulder blades. A sigh escaped and my body melted into the soft black leather. His hands magically siphoned the stress from my body and inadvertently heated my libido.
My composure lingered within a controllable zone until the pads of his thumbs moved to the nape of my neck. The nape was a classic erogenous zone. Men loved to look at it, and women loved to have the region touched and kissed. The Japanese Geishas applied makeup along their napes’ to accentuate the erotic zone. Mine, however, was highly neglected from over a year of inattention.
Dino’s fingers worked their way up my scalp to my temples. He pulled my head tighter toward his body to gain leverage for the small circular motions he manipulated over my forehead and temples. The hard ridges of Dino’s stomach muscles imprinted on the back of my head and my overactive imagination.
My legs instinctively crossed and uncrossed several times. Dino was a cruel schadenfreude to observe the discomfort at my core while he played me with his magical hands. He should have worked in a proposal because, at that moment, I was defenseless against declaring my undying servitude for eternity.
Excerpt #2
Accolades shot around our group until they were well satisfied their appreciation sunk in my thick skull. Nicole took my seat when she arrived and an empty chair was pulled up to our tight cluster of tables. The snug fit nearly had me resting in Dino’s lap. A bottle of brandy was passed my way and Dino poured a glass. With one finger, he pushed the round goblet in my direction and smiled mischievously.
The amber liquid danced over my tongue and a warm stream eased down my throat. My tongue instinctively lapped up the tiny pool on my lower lip. Dino leaned in close. I anticipated a kiss and made a quick mental decision to accept. Instead, he reached his right arm across his body to show me the time on his watch and whispered, “I promised to have you dreaming in one hour.”
His words suddenly collided with the rush of need ricocheting through my body. Dino was my personal wet dream in IMAX 3D!
“So Claudette,” Nicole asked, “why are you single? Are you looking for something unobtainable?”
Grateful for the interruption from Dino’s hijacking of my hormones, I thought about Nicole’s question. “People are often blinded when the right person enters their vision because of unnecessary or overabundant parameters for a partner.” I took another sip of brandy to think. The group was hanging on my words so I wanted to pull together a worthy answer.
“My needs are not outrageous. I want a man who knows how I take my coffee, not because he asked or was told, but because he ingrains my every pleasure in his mind. Additionally, he must be strong enough to fight life’s demons to make sure my cup is always full. I want us to be buried so far under each other’s skin that distance is painful. I’d covet a man who would shout with pride that I am a sex doctor and declare he is the luckiest bastard to have me.” Pausing I shut my eyes to push back the impending sorrow, “I want what my parents had, inexorable love.”
Silence stiffened the air surrounding us until Johnny lifted his glass in my direction, “If anyone finds him, it will be you Dr. Boucher.”
Thankfully, he also blew a burst of fresh air with some humor to end the suffocating silence. “God knows, the FF could dish out plenty of fun until Mr. Coffee drips from heaven to claim his prize,” his eyebrows danced suggestively.
“The FF?” James asked.
“Yeah, the Fuckable Four. You guys must have mirrors at your barber-shop-of-sex to see how hot you are,” Johnny teased.
Embarrassment veiled me, “James meet Johnny, your unabashed kindred spirit from the other team.”
After that statement was a perfect time to end the party. “I’ve got to call a cab and head out.” While I scrolled through my contacts, I mapped out a plan to leave my car and also take a cab in the morning.
My phone was swiped from my hand. “Doll, I remained your official designated driver throughout the night. I am taking you home.”
“Dino,” I scolded. “I don’t like being told what to do.”
“Oh yes, I forgot to form everything as a question like we are playing Jeopardy,” he cleared his throat. “What is…May I have the explicit honor of driving you home Dr. Boucher?”
The therapist in me warned to say no. But my nether regions breathlessly screamed…Yes, Yes, Oh My God, Yes. Damn my inability to resist that man.
Accolades shot around our group until they were well satisfied their appreciation sunk in my thick skull. Nicole took my seat when she arrived and an empty chair was pulled up to our tight cluster of tables. The snug fit nearly had me resting in Dino’s lap. A bottle of brandy was passed my way and Dino poured a glass. With one finger, he pushed the round goblet in my direction and smiled mischievously.
The amber liquid danced over my tongue and a warm stream eased down my throat. My tongue instinctively lapped up the tiny pool on my lower lip. Dino leaned in close. I anticipated a kiss and made a quick mental decision to accept. Instead, he reached his right arm across his body to show me the time on his watch and whispered, “I promised to have you dreaming in one hour.”
His words suddenly collided with the rush of need ricocheting through my body. Dino was my personal wet dream in IMAX 3D!
“So Claudette,” Nicole asked, “why are you single? Are you looking for something unobtainable?”
Grateful for the interruption from Dino’s hijacking of my hormones, I thought about Nicole’s question. “People are often blinded when the right person enters their vision because of unnecessary or overabundant parameters for a partner.” I took another sip of brandy to think. The group was hanging on my words so I wanted to pull together a worthy answer.
“My needs are not outrageous. I want a man who knows how I take my coffee, not because he asked or was told, but because he ingrains my every pleasure in his mind. Additionally, he must be strong enough to fight life’s demons to make sure my cup is always full. I want us to be buried so far under each other’s skin that distance is painful. I’d covet a man who would shout with pride that I am a sex doctor and declare he is the luckiest bastard to have me.” Pausing I shut my eyes to push back the impending sorrow, “I want what my parents had, inexorable love.”
Silence stiffened the air surrounding us until Johnny lifted his glass in my direction, “If anyone finds him, it will be you Dr. Boucher.”
Thankfully, he also blew a burst of fresh air with some humor to end the suffocating silence. “God knows, the FF could dish out plenty of fun until Mr. Coffee drips from heaven to claim his prize,” his eyebrows danced suggestively.
“The FF?” James asked.
“Yeah, the Fuckable Four. You guys must have mirrors at your barber-shop-of-sex to see how hot you are,” Johnny teased.
Embarrassment veiled me, “James meet Johnny, your unabashed kindred spirit from the other team.”
After that statement was a perfect time to end the party. “I’ve got to call a cab and head out.” While I scrolled through my contacts, I mapped out a plan to leave my car and also take a cab in the morning.
My phone was swiped from my hand. “Doll, I remained your official designated driver throughout the night. I am taking you home.”
“Dino,” I scolded. “I don’t like being told what to do.”
“Oh yes, I forgot to form everything as a question like we are playing Jeopardy,” he cleared his throat. “What is…May I have the explicit honor of driving you home Dr. Boucher?”
The therapist in me warned to say no. But my nether regions breathlessly screamed…Yes, Yes, Oh My God, Yes. Damn my inability to resist that man.
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Exceprt #3
Dino leaned against my back and whispered, “What’s got your panties all twisted, Doll? Thinking of me?” He pushed his erection against my skirt.
To hell with embarrassment. I turned my body and took Dino’s mouth and kissed him with a fierceness that could pass for public indecency. He grabbed my ass and pulled me against his hardness. My loud moan was barely absorbed by Dino’s lips and I clung to him like a life preserver tossed to a woman overboard.
Dino’s feet stepped one by one backwards. My feet followed like a sexy tango with our embrace tight and urgent. He guided me to the back office. The door shut with the force of my back pushing against the firm surface. The slam shook the walls.
Dino’s hands worked swiftly to free his impressiveness and push my skirt to my hips. I wrapped my legs around Dino’s hips and he held my weight in his arms with some support from the door at my back. With one finger Dino moved the crotch of my panties away from my opening and plunged deep inside me. The initial contact felt powered with more sensation than I remembered from just a few days ago.
When I finally settled, Dino pulled me into his arms. He embraced me with reverence and devotion like a man in awe, devoured by lust and love.
Dino leaned against my back and whispered, “What’s got your panties all twisted, Doll? Thinking of me?” He pushed his erection against my skirt.
To hell with embarrassment. I turned my body and took Dino’s mouth and kissed him with a fierceness that could pass for public indecency. He grabbed my ass and pulled me against his hardness. My loud moan was barely absorbed by Dino’s lips and I clung to him like a life preserver tossed to a woman overboard.
Dino’s feet stepped one by one backwards. My feet followed like a sexy tango with our embrace tight and urgent. He guided me to the back office. The door shut with the force of my back pushing against the firm surface. The slam shook the walls.
Dino’s hands worked swiftly to free his impressiveness and push my skirt to my hips. I wrapped my legs around Dino’s hips and he held my weight in his arms with some support from the door at my back. With one finger Dino moved the crotch of my panties away from my opening and plunged deep inside me. The initial contact felt powered with more sensation than I remembered from just a few days ago.
When I finally settled, Dino pulled me into his arms. He embraced me with reverence and devotion like a man in awe, devoured by lust and love.
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