"Sexiest line in literature thus far from an indie writer: 'This is a Man. With a capital Muh.' Freaking amazing! British translation – Bloody Brilliant!" -Author J S Snow When I joined Goodreads in June of this year, I had no idea what was in store for me. My plan was pretty much to lurk in the background and find some suggestions for new erotic romance novels to read. I didn't plan on talking to anyone or making new friends, I just wanted to read. I joined a few groups in search of my next book and soon stumbled across a posting from Terri looking for people to read and review her novel. I timidly sent a message to her humbly asking if she'd be willing to give a novice a chance. I read her book, enjoyed it and that's how all this began... Terri George may have only recently found her passion for writing erotic romance, but she's certainly not a novice. Beguiled captivated me from start to finish. Both characters have their flaws and emotional baggage lending to the credibility of this imperfectly perfect pairing. I loved the story and had a blast learning some British idioms! Did I mention the heat in the book? Mia and Nick's story holds no shortage of steamy love scenes and is sure to keep you coming back for more! |
Here's an excerpt to whet your appetite a little...
I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want him too, but no matter how attracted to him I am, I know danger when I see it and he’s got bad news written all over him.
My mirror image stares decisively at me. Well he’s not adding you to his list of conquests. He’s just going to have to want isn’t he? I screw the paper towel into a tight little ball chucking it into the waste bin, open the door determinedly and step out into the corridor.
He’s there.
Frost is leaning against the opposite wall, his jacket open, hands in his trouser pockets.
Oh God and there’s that smile again; that smile that could be my undoing; that smile that makes me want to bite his bottom lip and has my heart instantly hammering in my chest.
Christ, I’m pathetic.
‘Was there something else?’ I curse the waver in my voice betraying how affected I am by his presence, which is all the more potent because we’re alone together.
Moving with a leisurely grace, he pushes himself away from the wall. ‘I’m leaving. I just wanted to say goodbye.’
Oh. This is a surprise. That’s it? No more pursuing me? What happened to whatever it takes? You’re just going to go?
Well good. This is what I want after all. Isn’t it..? So why do I feel disappointed?
‘Oh. Bye.’
He looks questioningly, as if he expects something more.
'It was nice to see you again.’ Why did I say that? Seeing him again is many things: disconcerting, disturbing, tempting as all hell definitely, but nice?
I gulp as his eyes narrow dangerously.
‘Nice? Is that all?’
In a heartbeat he’s closed the gap between us and I find myself taking three rapid steps backwards as he pushes me against the wall. I’m stunned by the suddenness of his move on me and slightly winded.
Instinctively I raise my hands in defence, but he grabs my wrists, pinning my arms against the wall either side of my head, his big body caging me.
I should feel terrified, but I’m not. I could get him away from me if I really wanted to. One swift, hard knee between his legs would probably sort him out long enough for me to make my escape. But it’s not my knee I want to put there. My head may be shocked, but my body is on fire; incredibly turned on by the raw sexual heat that’s coming off him in waves.
His eyes search mine, brows knitting like he’s perplexed by me; by what’s happening. He’s confused? I’m totally confounded!
He’s so close I can smell his breath – all minty fresh. He hasn’t been drinking, so I can’t put his behaviour down to alcohol.
Leaning in, his lips brush mine ever so lightly before his mouth runs across my cheek feathering kisses down my neck sending a wakeup call directly to my groin.
A moan escapes my mouth as his lips find my weak spot – that sensitive place where my neck meets my collar bone. And my eyes close involuntarily.
This is so out of order and I know I should be fighting him off, stopping this, but I couldn’t even if I wanted to. And I don’t want to.
‘You feel it too, don’t you?’ He whispers; his voice hoarse with lust.
I moan incoherently; the delectable attentions of his mouth having me way past the ability to speak.
‘Say it.’ He demands softly. ‘I need to hear you say it.’
‘Yes.’ Oh God yes.
He lets out his breath in a long, low groan as his mouth resumes its assault on my senses, tracing its way, oh so slowly, up the side of my neck sending a shockwave vibrating down my body.
‘You can’t fight this forever Mia.’ The velvety insistence of his voice strokes at my core. ‘You and me. We’re going to happen.’
He’s so close I can smell his breath – all minty fresh. He hasn’t been drinking, so I can’t put his behaviour down to alcohol.
Leaning in, his lips brush mine ever so lightly before his mouth runs across my cheek feathering kisses down my neck sending a wakeup call directly to my groin.
A moan escapes my mouth as his lips find my weak spot – that sensitive place where my neck meets my collar bone. And my eyes close involuntarily.
This is so out of order and I know I should be fighting him off, stopping this, but I couldn’t even if I wanted to. And I don’t want to.
‘You feel it too, don’t you?’ He whispers; his voice hoarse with lust.
I moan incoherently; the delectable attentions of his mouth having me way past the ability to speak.
‘Say it.’ He demands softly. ‘I need to hear you say it.’
‘Yes.’ Oh God yes.
He lets out his breath in a long, low groan as his mouth resumes its assault on my senses, tracing its way, oh so slowly, up the side of my neck sending a shockwave vibrating down my body.
‘You can’t fight this forever Mia.’ The velvety insistence of his voice strokes at my core. ‘You and me. We’re going to happen.’
At this moment I know this to be an inarguable truth, an undeniable fact. This man’s ability to drive me to the point of insatiable need is incontestable.
Rolling his hips, he grinds hard against me increasing the pressure that’s been building in my groin to an intolerable level; its throbbing matched by my rapidly pounding pulse.
‘The only thing left to determine is how long you’re going to hold out on me.’
Clearly if my body has any say it in, not long. I’ve given up all pretence of resistance, whimpering pathetically.
He moans in satisfaction at my surrender. ‘Given that we seem to be in agreement, I do have a question.’
His mouth makes another unhurried journey down my neck, kissing and nipping. ‘I’m just wondering...’
The slow slippery slide of his tongue back up my neck has every nerve in my body screaming in unison and my legs buckling beneath me.
Wondering what?
‘When I do, finally, have you...’
He pushes his arousal harder against me, his warm breath puffing in my ear as he groans; a deep, guttural, yearning sound that reverberates all the way down to my sex.
Get to the point damn it.
‘Just how hard do you think I’ll make you come?’
WHAT?
My eyes snap open.
My mouth opens to retort, but I’m speechless.
Releasing my wrists he steps back. His mouth curls in that sexy half smile and he turns and walks away.
What the fuck?
Slumping back against the wall I feel like he’s taken me to the edge of something dangerous, all the time knowing my longing to take that final step into sweet oblivion and left me hanging, which, of course, he has.
I watch open mouthed as Frost saunters down the corridor casually buttoning his jacket with all the confidence of someone who knows exactly what he’s just done.
Who knows it’s the same question I’ve asked myself – only in a more romantic, ridiculously girly kind of way, but it amounts to the same thing.
And knows the total mess he’s left me in.
Bastard.
Rolling his hips, he grinds hard against me increasing the pressure that’s been building in my groin to an intolerable level; its throbbing matched by my rapidly pounding pulse.
‘The only thing left to determine is how long you’re going to hold out on me.’
Clearly if my body has any say it in, not long. I’ve given up all pretence of resistance, whimpering pathetically.
He moans in satisfaction at my surrender. ‘Given that we seem to be in agreement, I do have a question.’
His mouth makes another unhurried journey down my neck, kissing and nipping. ‘I’m just wondering...’
The slow slippery slide of his tongue back up my neck has every nerve in my body screaming in unison and my legs buckling beneath me.
Wondering what?
‘When I do, finally, have you...’
He pushes his arousal harder against me, his warm breath puffing in my ear as he groans; a deep, guttural, yearning sound that reverberates all the way down to my sex.
Get to the point damn it.
‘Just how hard do you think I’ll make you come?’
WHAT?
My eyes snap open.
My mouth opens to retort, but I’m speechless.
Releasing my wrists he steps back. His mouth curls in that sexy half smile and he turns and walks away.
What the fuck?
Slumping back against the wall I feel like he’s taken me to the edge of something dangerous, all the time knowing my longing to take that final step into sweet oblivion and left me hanging, which, of course, he has.
I watch open mouthed as Frost saunters down the corridor casually buttoning his jacket with all the confidence of someone who knows exactly what he’s just done.
Who knows it’s the same question I’ve asked myself – only in a more romantic, ridiculously girly kind of way, but it amounts to the same thing.
And knows the total mess he’s left me in.
Bastard.
| "This debut author delivers a wonderfully funny and intriguing story that had me hooked from the beginning. Her sex scenes are I’m looking forward to her next work and reading the continuing journey of these two characters as well as learning more about what makes Nick Frost tick." wonderfully written and will not having you rolling your eyes. - Author J.S. Snow (see more of this review at http://www.jbstspbooks.com/reviews.html.) "The sex was hot, the love on fire, and the chemistry steamy. Treat yourself and read Beguiled!" -Author A.R. Senault (Watch for my next Author Feature with A.R. Senault) |