In Bed With Mr. Perfect Excerpt G rated

Excerpt:

Chapter One

“What the hell was I thinking?” Ann Griffin said as she tugged at the Lycra shapewear cutting off her circulation. She smoothed the black wrap dress over her hips and collapsed into a kitchen chair. “Remind me never to accept a date from a guy who’s just broken up with his girlfriend ever again.”

Leaning down, Joe Mathews pressed a kiss onto Ann’s cheek. “You should have stayed home with me.”

The soft brush of his lips heated Ann’s blood to boiling. Air jammed into her lungs. Every inch of her body burned with fresh yearning and mixed with desires she’d spent the evening trying to suppress.

Ever since he sat next to her in Business 101 over a decade ago her hormones had been doing the tango. Up until now, she’d been able to stamp down her lust for her best friend. But lately her need for him blazed inside her like an inferno needing something to consume. If she wasn’t careful, it would consume her.

She forced out the breath stuck in her chest. “Why didn’t you go out tonight?”

“The Patriots were playing the Jets.” Joe moved to the butcher-block countertop and opened a pink pastry box. “I take it your date didn’t go so well?”

He sliced a huge piece of double chocolate cheesecake and set it in front of her.

“It was awful.” She pushed the yummy temptation across the table.

“That’s what you get when you go out with a guy based solely on his looks.”

“I didn’t go out with Scott for his looks.” The sad fact was she needed space from Joe so she didn’t jump him in the hallway between their bedrooms.

“Yeah, right,” he said.

She leaned on her elbows and sighed. “He seemed nice when we talked at the gym,” Ann said, referring to the business the two co-owned.

To her way of thinking, if she had to suffer though the misery of dating someone who wasn’t Joe she might as well have something nice to look at.

“I’m sure he was.”

“Okay,” she admitted. “It didn’t hurt he was shirtless when we were talking. Maybe I don’t have the best judgment when I’m at your place of business.” She laid her head on the table. “I should just wait until after closing to do the accounting paperwork.”

“Mr. Perfect’s is your business too.” Joe’s strong hands clasped her shoulders and started to massage. “Besides I need all the help I can get.”

“I’m just a silent partner.”

“There’s nothing silent about our partnership.” His finger worked the knot at the base of her skull. ”God, you’re tight.”

A moan slipped passed Ann’s lips. The needy pull in her core deepened with every cresses of his finger. Her pussy filled with moist heat. She should let her hormones have their way. Perhaps then she wouldn’t be soaking through her shapewear on a daily basis.

Ignoring the throbbing pleasure between her legs, she lifted her head. “The gym has the revenue to hire someone to help you out, you know.”

“Why? It’s fine the way it is.”

The butterflies dive-bombing her stomach every time she was around Joe told her everything wasn’t fine. “For you maybe.”

“What?”

Shit, did I say that out loud?

“Are you saying our arrangement isn’t working for you anymore?” Joe squeezed the back of her neck and tilted her head up. “I’ll find someone if you want.”

The concern filling his beautiful sea-green eyes tore at her soul. It wasn’t the gym’s fault she couldn’t keep her hormones under control anymore. “I love helping you build your dream.”

“Then what is it?”

Hoping he couldn’t see what his nearness did to her, Ann forced herself to smile. “If I wasn’t bombarded with testosterone-enhanced bodybuilders all the time, Jerry from the office might look better.”

“The testosterone levels in the gym are all your fault.” He pressed his sexy lips to her forehead.

“Oh please.”

Straightening, Joe lifted his broad shoulders. “It’s true. When you rush into the gym, all flushed in your smart business suits and sensible heels, the testosterone levels spike.”

Lust clawing at her core, Ann swallowed the need to ask if his testosterone spiked when he saw her. She shifted in her seat, hoping to dull the burning need coursing through her.

Joe moved back to the counter, cut another piece of cheesecake and set it in front of her. “You could use this.”

“I can’t.” Ann pushed the plate away.

“Why? It’s your favorite.” Joe sat. “Did you have a big dinner?”

“No, Scott took me to that new raw food place.” Sighing, she rubbed at a wrinkle creasing the vintage lace tablecloth covering the old drop-leaf table.

“Pussy. A real man would’ve taken you out for a steak.”

Talking about her bad date steadied her overactive hormones. “I would have settled for a salad on a plate bigger than a teacup saucer.”

The dimple on his right cheek winked at her. “So, dinner was a bust.” He wiggled his sexy eyebrows. “What about conversation with Scott’s shirt on?”

“If you don’t mind hearing about how wonderful his ex was and how if I lost thirty pounds I would be as hot as she was, it was fine.”

Frowning, he grabbed a plate of cheesecake and jabbed his fork into it. “You’re fine just the way you are.”

“Scott didn’t seem to think so.” Ann rubbed a hand over her belly. “For two hours I had to listen to how much better-looking I would be if I stayed away from carbs and worked out more.”

The fork Joe held in his large hand clattered against the Fiestaware plate. “When he comes into the gym on Monday, I’m going to kick his ass.”

For the first time since she got home, Ann relaxed. “Don’t do that. We need his business.”

“Fuck his business.” Joe tapped her plate. “Eat up. Cheesecake has protein and calcium.”

“Make sure you tell my hips that in the morning.”

“It can’t be all bad.” Lifting his arms, Joe stood. “I eat a piece every day and look at me.”

Her gaze roamed over all six-foot-two inches of his finely honed frame. She poked her finger into the whipped cream topping of the cheesecake as her stomach clenched—it did every time she set eyes on him and his mega-muscles. “Aren’t you cold without a shirt?”

“Not with you around.” Handing Ann a fork, Joe folded himself into the chair across from her and dug into his cake.  

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ESCORTING JESSICA by Carrie Pulkinen (adult content)

Escorting Jessica is my new erotic contemporary romance that's just been released with Breathless Press. It's the first non-paranormal story I've written, and I'm excited with how it turned out. I got the idea from a confession a friend told me about her own multiple-partner encounter, and I based the "services" Trevor's Escort Service provides on my friend's story.  I hope you have as much fun reading it as I had writing it!

Blurb:

Trevor has starred in Jessica's dreams since high school. Jessica had been the girl who eluded him. Can they start over or will Trevor's job get in the way?

Jessica Snider's dream is to be with Trevor. Unfortunately, just being near him has her burning with desire and babbling like a teenager. When she discovers her high school crush now runs a high-end male escort service, she doesn't know whether to be appalled or aroused.

Trevor Hill wants to fulfill Jessica's every fantasy—including multiple partners—but he wants her for himself as well. If he was hot for her in high school, he's sweltering for her now. However, he's afraid his job will come between them.

Trevor offers her a free—multiple partner—trial guaranteed to satisfy her wettest dreams. Jessica must find her composure and step into his world of sexual fantasies, but can she? Will Trevor convince her to trust his feelings for her and take him up on it? Or will this second chance slip away?

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Blurb:

Curvy Ann Griffin has a secret—she’s in love with her longtime best friend and business partner Joe Mathews. After suffering through a date from hell—which definitely wasn’t worth putting on her strangling shapewear for—Ann heads home. How was she supposed to know the night would end with her throwing herself into his arms and allowing him to fulfill her every fantasy?

What’s a guy to do when the woman he loves kisses him senseless? Go with it, that’s what. For more than a decade, Joe has fought back his needs for the voluptuous beauty. In his mind, the only thing missing in their relationship was the ability to explore every inch of her luscious body.

Although sleeping with Ann could destroy everything they have, Joe won’t allow that to happen. He knows they’re made for each other. Now he only needs to convince her.

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The Ties that Bind…

…a rancher and a lawyer, that is. Funny enough, it’s still the same answer it always is: family. Kat’s family moved out to this ranch when she was a teenager. She hated it at the time. But over the years, her parents’ dream of owning and working their own land became her dream. She’d sacrificed her childhood. Put her dreams away to live this life. Now someone was trying to tear it away from her. It wasn’t fair.

Jasper’s life had been devoted to fairness. He’d gone to law school and become a lawyer just to help people navigate the government bureaucracy from inside the system. It’s not the path his father had walked. And he had to leave his family behind in order to achieve everything his has. But he was determined to do things his way, the right way.

Blurb:

Universal Defiance, Book One

On a rural settler planet, Kat must resort to putting out an ad to find a husband. She doesn’t expect to find love—that’s a dream in these parts—just a partner to help work her ranch. Then the devastatingly handsome Jasper answers her ad and turns her on in ways she never dreamed possible. Too bad he’s not who he says he is.

Jasper doesn’t know what he’s getting into when he ventures undercover to investigate a legal claim against Kat’s ranch. But after a toe-curling night under her roof and in her bed, he’s willing to do anything to stay there. He can’t say no to the tough-as-nails businesswoman who makes his body come alive.

When people start getting hurt, though, both Kat and Jasper have to decide how valuable one piece of land is. And the ranch that brought them together might be the very thing standing between them.

A Romantica® sci fi erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave

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“So, if you don’t mind me asking, why didn’t you sell after your parents passed away?” His voice was tense and his body stiff as he sat in his chair. “I mean, I know you like it here, but I’m sure you could’ve made a handsome profit.”

The question itself didn’t bother her. She was actually relieved that the silence had been broken. And they were going to be sharing this land in good times and bad, which gave him the right to question her devotion to it. Still, the awkwardness of the evening had her on edge so she took a little extra time to steady her nerves before she answered. “There were some offers. And, yes, some were more than profitable. But this is my home. Ranching is the only skill I have. Where would I go if I sold? What would I do?”

Her answer didn’t seem to relax him the way she thought it would. His posture remained tight as he asked, “Didn’t you dream of doing something, being something, before you moved here?”

“I dreamed a great many things, Mr. Lee. That’s part of youth. When I became an adult, I put those dreams aside and stepped up to the responsibilities of my life.” She took another bite of her dinner only to have it land like a lead ball in the pit of her stomach. Her nerves were officially shot. Damn shame too, seeing as how much effort her cook had put into the meat-and-vegetable pie in honor of Mr. Lee’s arrival. “Now, may I ask you a question?”

“Anything.”

 “The background check I ran said you were a lawyer. What kind of law did you practice and why did you decide to give it up?”

He gaped at her for a moment but then managed to mumble, “You ran a background check on me?”

“Of course. What kind of a businesswoman do you take me for?” She bristled at the insinuation. She might have gone looking for a husband through slightly nontraditional channels, but she had a brain. “I did a background check on my cook before I hired her and the worst she could do is steal the silver. After ten years, half my land becomes yours. I can’t let a criminal or a gambler get his hands on half my land. Besides, it was your background in law that made you stand out. An understanding of the law could be a big help around here.”

“I don’t think my field of law will be particularly helpful.”

She couldn’t imagine a field of law that couldn’t be put to some use. Even if he made his living chasing ambulances, he had to take coursework in other fields. “Why don’t you let me be the judge of that?” She smiled weakly at her pun but he didn’t seem amused.

He looked down at his food and sighed as if the weight of the world were on his shoulders before looking back up at her. “Okay. I guess it’s only fair you know. I represent the government in cases of eminent domain.”

An alarm went off in her head. “Eminent domain?” Her pulse raced with anger as she digested the words. The government didn’t let its lawyers just walk away. It paid for the lawyers’ school, gave them hefty loans and flashy gifts in return for a lifetime of servitude. It owned its lawyers from graduation to the grave. Which meant marriage had never been Jasper Lee’s goal. He’d been after her land from the start. And she’d foolishly given him a damn tour of it. “Get the hell out of my house.” The words were soft but her voice was steady and, thankfully, held its power. “And get the hell off my land.”

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Corporate Merger Excerpt #3 and Giveaway (ADULT CONTENT)

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“You have a nice place.” Derrick’s eyes scanned Amy’s apartment.

“Don’t lie.” She closed the door behind him and let her purse fall to the floor as she watched his powerful form stride into her cramped living room. “It’s a dump, but it’s close to work and cheap.” He had kissed her for the first time in the cab ride over. One small, sweet kiss. Amy was ready for more. “Can I get you a drink?”

He turned to face her. “No, thank you.” She couldn’t stop herself from giving him the once-over. Now that he was in her well-lit apartment, she indulged her eyes and took in every sexy detail. Tall. Brown skin. Hazel eyes. Perfect smile. Broad chest. Black shirt. Dark-blue jeans. What do you have going on inside of those jeans? And can I have it? Derrick chuckled, snapping Amy out of her dirty thoughts and her eyes back up to meet his.

“Sorry,” she mumbled, the familiar heat rising to her face.

“Hey, no need to apologize.” He walked toward her slowly. “I like the way you look at me.” Reaching down, he took her hand and placed it on his shirt, coaxing her fingers toward the buttons. “Do you want to see more?”

Oh hell yes. Amy nodded and watched as her hands unbuttoned his shirt. What am I doing? I can’t believe I’m doing this! Wow. This is great.

Inch by inch, his shirt fell away to reveal contours of muscle covered with smooth, flawless skin. Amy had the urge to lick him, to run her tongue over his solid chest, but she fought against it and instead slid her fingers over his pecs and down his abs.

Derrick laughed softly and moved away. “Sorry, I’m a little ticklish.”

“Oh.” Amy removed her hands from his midsection.

“No.” He grabbed them again, placing them on his belt this time. “Don’t stop.”

What? He wants me to— She looked up at him to make sure. He raised one eyebrow, which encouraged her to keep going.

Amy tugged on his belt and quickly loosened it, moving it out of the way to undo the button. The zipper slid down easily, revealing his maroon boxer-briefs. She could see the outline of his dick straining hard against the fabric and gingerly traced it with her finger. Derrick gasped.

Oh fuck yeah. This is going to be fun.

With both hands, she grabbed the sides of his jeans and yanked them to the floor. Once they were out of the way, she plunged into his underwear. Derrick groaned as she ran one hand up and down the length of his dick and used the other hand to cup his balls.

He then grabbed her and pulled her to him, covering her mouth with deep kisses. As his tongue consumed hers, he hitched up her dress and slid his hand down her panties. When his finger brushed against her slick clit, Amy’s legs almost collapsed.

“Bedroom. Let’s go to the bedroom,” she whispered into his mouth.

In her tiny apartment, they didn’t have far to go, and seconds later Amy found herself lying down on her bed, in a race with Derrick to see who could take her dress off first. “The zipper’s in the back. The zipper’s in the back.” She struggled to reach it. “Shit.”

“I got it. I got it.” Derrick fumbled around for the small piece of metal. “Wait. Turn over.”

Amy rolled onto her stomach, and Derrick was able to undo her zipper. She sighed as the dress fell away. Amy rolled back over, shimmied out of it and kicked it to the floor. She had lost her shoes at some point during their mad dash, so she didn’t have to worry about them, and in two seconds she had unhooked her bra, taken off her panties, and thrown them both across the room.

Derrick laughed as he discarded his own clothes before pouncing on top of her. She squealed as his lean, muscular body covered hers, and then inhaled sharply as he kissed his way eagerly down her neck, alternating between using his lips, teeth and tongue.

His dick.

“Wait wait wait.”

He stopped and looked up at her. “What?”

“I want to see it.”

That sexy smile slowly made an appearance, and he rolled over to his side. Damn. She dragged her fingers up his dick from base to tip, and it jumped slightly in response to her touch. Perfect.

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Elisabeth Roseland spends her days dreaming up ways to throw sexy heroes and strong heroines together. Her characters explore the wonderful, agonizing, joyful, heartbreaking and complicated human experiences that are sex and love. She also hopes to inspire readers to grab the nearest consenting adult and do something fun. She lives in Chicago with her very own Happily Ever After.

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Corporate Merger Excerpt #2 and Giveaway

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“Okay, on the count of three. One.” Annette lifted her shot glass, and everyone else did the same. “Two.” She licked the salt off her hand. “Three!”

Amy grimaced as the tequila burned its way down her throat, and she quickly chased it with the sour lime in an attempt to put the fire out. “Ack.” She shook her head forcefully and slammed her glass down on the table, knocking over several empty ones as she did so. “Whoops!”

“Careful!” Jill yelled. It wasn’t loud enough in the club that yelling was necessary, and in fact, their private table provided refuge from the pounding techno music, but Jill yelled nonetheless. “You almost spilled that all over my new dress!”

“They’re empty. All eight hundred of them.” Amy waved her hand over the top of the table. “Empty.”

“Oh, right.” Jill laughed, surveying the evidence of their celebration.

“Hey.” Amy looked around at the reveling partygoers, the dance floor partly tilting on its axis, thanks to all of the tequila. “Where’d Denise go?”

“She went to get your present.” Pia’s eyes flashed with glee, cranked up a notch by too many shots.

“Well, finally.” Amy sat up and craned her neck. “I’ve been waiting all night. How big is it?”

“About six feet.” Annette snorted, and Jill and Pia cackled.

“What? What the hell are you talking about? Come on and tell me. What did you get me?”

“Ooo, here she comes!” Pia stood up.

Amy turned to follow Pia’s gaze. She saw Denise approaching the table empty-handed. “What? Where is it? Denise!” She raised her voice. “I thought you said you were going to get my present.”

“I did.” Denise grinned broadly and gestured behind her. “Amy, this is Derrick. Derrick, this is Amy, the birthday girl.”

Standing next to her was one of the most gorgeous men Amy had ever seen. He was tall, with a lean build and broad shoulders. The top buttons of his black shirt were undone, revealing a few inches of brown skin. His dark hair was cut close, and when he smiled and extended his hand, Amy found herself sucked into his hazel eyes.

“Hi, Amy. It’s nice to meet you.” His smooth, rich voice came pouring out of his full lips, which then 

parted in a perfect smile.

Amy knew her mouth was open. She could feel the club’s alcohol-soaked air swirling around, drying out her tongue, but she couldn’t close it. Nor could she control her limbs to shake his hand. All she could do was stand there, staring at him. This man. So similar in many ways to Eric that they could be cousins. Brothers, even. This man. This…present?

“Who—”

Denise shooed Jill out of her seat and ushered Derrick forward. “Girl, get up, make some room. Amy, close your mouth. You’ll catch flies that way. This is Derrick.” She swept her hand grandly over him from head to toe. “Your present.”

“I-I don’t…”

“We got you a man for your birthday!” Pia exploded. “We got you an Eric look-alike for your birthday!”

“Ta-da!” Annette gestured toward him. “Surprise!”

“And his name is Derrick! Can you believe that? That is so close to Eric. So close!” Pia almost fell out of her seat giving Amy this information.

Now next to her, Derrick wrapped his arms around her and gave her a gentle squeeze. Amy could smell his cologne—fresh and clean. He pulled back slightly and kissed her softly on the cheek.

“Happy birthday,” he whispered.

Amy finally managed to close her mouth and swallowed hard to reactivate her tongue. She looked around at all of her friends who were staring at her with looks of anticipation and glee. Amy slowly shook her head. “I don’t under—”

“So, here’s the deal.” Denise reached forward and picked up her half-consumed martini. “Derrick is 

an escort. We have purchased his—ahem—services for you for your birthday. So enjoy.” She winked and took a sip from her glass.

“Escort?” Amy looked at Derrick, whose handsome face was so very close to hers. Those eyes. 

“Services? What does that mean? Services?”

“It means…” Derrick snaked his arm around the back of her chair and leaned into her, “…I’m your date for the evening, and I’m here to make sure you have a good time.” His leg was pressed against hers, warm and solid. She began to feel a tingling between her legs, and it wasn’t from too much tequila.

“A good time?” she asked.

“Yes.” A smirk touched the corner of his mouth. “A very good time.”

The similarities were striking, but Derrick had replaced Eric’s corporate politeness with sheer, raw sensuality.

“Oh. My. God.” With Derrick’s thigh burning hot against her own and her friends all staring at her with eager looks on their faces, the reality of what her present really was began to sink in. “You hired an escort for me for my birthday.” She took in the expectant looks all around her. “You hired an escort for my birthday?”

“Happy birthday, chica. Enjoy him.” Jill sat back and crossed her legs, revealing a few more inches of skin. “I know I would.”

“Where in the world did you find him? Oh, I’m sorry…” Amy met Derrick’s hazel eyes momentarily, “…I don’t mean to talk about you like you aren’t here.”

Derrick chuckled, and the low, sensual sound traveled down her body, causing her to grow wet. Amy shifted to make herself more comfortable, and in response, Derrick slowly began rubbing her back.

“It’s no problem. I’m sure this comes as a surprise.” His touch felt good, and Amy couldn’t stop herself from leaning back into him.

“It was Denise’s idea,” Annette said.

Denise nodded. “I know about this escort service that specializes in black men, and seeing how you have a little thing for Eric but can’t seem to sound like an intelligent person around him, I thought what you could really use was a little company with a man who shares many of Eric’s attributes.” She gestured around the table. “Convincing them to go in with me on your present was easy.”

“We thought it was a great idea.” Pia seemed relieved she no longer had to keep the secret.

Amy grinned. “Oh wow. Uh, this is a little weird since no one has ever bought me a man for my birthday before. Because really, who buys people as birthday presents? But wow, this is so great. Thank you.” She looked at Derrick again. She wanted to stroke his chiseled jaw with her hand and kiss his full lips. Whether this was fueled by sexual desire, tequila or the generosity of her friends, Amy didn’t know, but as the end of her thirtieth birthday approached, she really didn’t care.

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Elisabeth Roseland spends her days dreaming up ways to throw sexy heroes and strong heroines together. Her characters explore the wonderful, agonizing, joyful, heartbreaking and complicated human experiences that are sex and love. She also hopes to inspire readers to grab the nearest consenting adult and do something fun. She lives in Chicago with her very own Happily Ever After.

Check out her website: www.elisabethroseland.com

Connect on Twitter: @E_Roseland

Find her on Facebook: www.facebook.com/EbonyNights

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