Monday, May 25, 2015
Attraction (Prequel Novella)
Irresistible (Book One)
Desirae and Devon scene
Temptation (Book Two)
Yearning (Marco’s Novella, 2.5)
Bikini Wars scene
Reverence (Book Three)
Remiss (Never before released: Valentino’s Novella, 3.5)
**Disclaimer for this series: Contains mature content including F/M/F and M/F/M action…
SERIES READING ORDER
It only takes a moment to feel that spark of attraction…
From the moment Carina Lobos and Jaxon Wright lay eyes on each other they can’t deny the attraction between them.
What happens when you can no longer resist the irresistible?
Carina Lobos is a freshman in college. She’s beautiful, sexy, and absolutely irresistible to many. Jaxon Wright is a junior, captain of the rowing team, and can have any girl he wants. Their chemistry is undeniable and explosive.
When a sexual encounter goes viral, things spiral out of control. Carina’s officially branded “Jaxon’s best” and for a man-whore that’s saying a lot. Girls sneer at Carina while guys now see her as an easy lay.
As Carina attempts to push Jaxon away, the magnificent owner of Club 69, Valentino DeLuca captures her attention… but Jaxon won’t be dissuaded. While Valentino provides a sexy distraction, Jaxon’s relentless pursuit finally wears her down and they tentatively begin a relationship. Jaxon works to convince Carina that he’s genuine and that he wants the relationship to work. Although he is Mr. Wright he’s all sorts of wrong for Carina.
As great as Jaxon is in bed, Carina isn’t easily willing to give her heart. Can he prove to be too irresistible and ultimately win Carina’s heart, regardless of the competition?
This is Jaxon Wright's story. Popular senior in college. Math major. Rowing captain. And beloved man-whore... Temptation incarnate.
Jaxon Wright was the King of the Campus... that is until a certain Spanish beauty named Carina Lobos walks into his life and knocks Jaxon down a peg... or two.
A year later and a lot has changed. Carina is a prominent figure in Jaxon' s life. Their relationship is on an entirely different level. Jaxon has lost his pack of hyenas and they aren't taking it well. They're looking to make Carina pay. They've been replaced by the Irresistible 8 and the men in their lives.
Can Jaxon avoid the temptation Carina presents? Will Jaxon be able to find happiness with someone who isn't Carina or will the temptation of what could be sabotage any other possibilities?
Excerpt from Temptation
“I think I’m going to check on our girl” No one missed the edge to Valentino’s voice. There was no saying what Jaxon was attempting backstage with no one cock blocking him. Nicholas nodded; as much as he wanted to object he couldn’t deny doing the same thing if Carina was his. From a business perspective this was perfect but from a personal aspect the end results could be disastrous.
“I’m coming as the buffer” Leticia insisted as she hustled to catch up to Valentino. Although the men were aware of the performances it seemed as if they weren’t thrilled with Jaxon being a member of their ‘special’ partners.
Leticia silently followed Valentino as he stalked towards the private wing. Security gave them a wide berth seeing their boss’s approach. Barely contained violence emanated from the usually calm and collected Italian. Marco was the more aggressive and opinionated one, although no one denied Valentino’s silent but dominating presence. Leticia stared at Valentino’s broad shoulders and muscular back. The man was the kind of Dom that only had to look at you without having to say a word to accomplish something.
“You’re going to knock first” Leticia hesitantly called out as they rounded the corner. “Right?”
“Nope” Valentino stated. He stormed into the dressing room making Leticia cringe as the door slammed against the wall announcing their grand entrance.
Carina looked up with wide eyes as Leticia scurried in behind Valentino. Carina’s startled expression quickly melted away. She smiled broadly as Valentino crossed the room to her.
“I was thinking of wearing this for the fireworks show tonight” Carina stated as if Valentino always stormed into the dressing room after a performance.
“What the hell was that” Jaxon demanded exiting the shower area with only a towel wrapped around his waist. Leticia’s jaw dropped as Jaxon approached Carina. He still hadn’t seen Valentino.
Valentino’s eyes narrowed at Jaxon’s audacity. It was time to make a statement to any and everybody. Valentino slowly rolled up his sleeves while he stared intently at Carina. Jaxon froze realizing they weren’t alone. Leticia’s shallow breaths sounded really loud to her amidst the heavy silence coming from the other side of the room.
Carina licked her lips as she followed Valentino’s strong hands. Her eyes glazed over as Valentino unbuckled his belt and pants. He took his time seeing that he had Carina’s undivided attention. Jaxon was but an accessory in the background.
Leticia wanted to pull away but she couldn’t tear her eyes from Valentino as he pulled his dick out of his pants. She was completely frozen to the spot. Her skin flushed and her womb clenched as she took over Desirae and Andrea’s places as the voyeurs to the unfolding scene. Leticia’s eyes flickered over to Jaxon who stood just as immobile as she was. His blue eyes flashed with fire as Valentino ripped Carina’s scrap of panties away. Leticia’s heart hammered against her ribs; she knew she shouldn’t stay but her feet refused to budge.
Valentino turned Carina around and thrust into her from behind. Carina bent over right in front of her makeup station. Her eyes locked onto Valentino’s through the reflection in the mirror. Jaxon hissed as Carina threw her head back in pleasure oblivious to everyone around her. Valentino pushed Carina’s crochet dress up her back as his pants slid down to his knees.
“Hold on tight” Valentino growled. He pounded into Carina. The sounds of slapping skin echoed in the dressing room.
Leticia’s inner walls pulsated as she watched dominant Valentino. The man had simultaneously dismissed whatever Jaxon thought he’d accomplished onstage while reminding Carina why they were so good together.
“And this is how the alpha male claims his mate” Desirae giggled into Leticia’s ear. Leticia squeaked at the unexpected company. She looked behind her to see Andrea, Sati, and Nicholas join them.
“Hot damn” Sati murmured. “I miss that man’s insatiable appetite.”
“Poor Jaxon” Andrea snickered, “Ignored, with no one to play with.”
“The only reason he’s not storming off” Nicholas chuckled, “Is because tomorrow evening we’ll be at the estate with them featured as the main entertainment.”
“No wonder Valentino is staking his claim” Leticia choked out as Carina screamed Valentino’s name. The group watched in awe as Valentino roared and shuddered through his release.
From the moment I met Valentino DeLuca I yearned for a love I thought was unattainable.
Marco Soriano fell in love with his best friend.
I’ve lived with the constant ache in my chest. I really have no excuse why I let it fester. I don’t go into relationships seeing the white picket fence with 2.5 kids. I get in, have a good time, and move on. I yearn for something more with Valentino but I don’t allow it to consume me.
For years Marco watched his best friend have relationships with others longing for the day he’d get his chance.
Truth-be-told I was saving myself for the day Valentino finally noticed me as something more than just his closest friend.
But then she came along and changed everything. Marco wanted nothing to do with her and yet she was too tempting to resist. She threatened everything he cherished because Valentino was falling for her.
Excerpt from Yearning ~ Marco’s POV
Desirae screaming obscenities gets us out of our seats. We jog over to the game room where Griffin rolls around the floor howling with laughter while Diego tries everything to pry Desirae off his back. Carina just stands next to her mother unfazed by the spectacle.
“You cheating bastard” Desirae shrieks. Yolanda’s horrified expression quickly morphs to humor as no one seems concerned by the attack. “This entire time you and Griffin have been pulling that shit!”
“I told you not to let them team up” Carina snickers. “They play dirty.”
“You should’ve seen her face” Griffin wheezes from the carpet. “She was actually surprised!”
“You mean Desirae actually believed you boys wouldn’t cheat because Yolanda was present” Ignacio chortles. “Des, sweetie, you must realize that for them it’s the thrill of not getting caught. The higher the stakes the bigger the rush”
“Firecracker” I call out over the raucous, “Did you bring any of your arsenal?” She immediately understands what I’m implying. Her eyes grow wide, sizzling with revenge. Desirae rolls off Diego and takes off to a different part of the house.
Diego quickly straightens looking around for his attacker. He blanches at her abrupt departure. Desirae is a violent little thing.
“What do you mean by arsenal” Yolanda warily inquires. Griffin and Diego’s eyes widen as Carina bends over laughing.
“You are so fucked” she crows just as Desirae flies back in the room with a switch in her hands.
“Shit” Griffin squeals before bowling over Diego and taking off to the opposite side of the room.
“Idiots” V mutters loud enough for Ignacio and me to hear.
“Putting $50 that she makes contact with both before they can get past her and out the room.” I smugly state. I have no doubt that Des could beat the snot out of both of them if she really puts her mind to it.
Ignacio’s jaw drops at my statement. Diego climbs the pool table swearing at Griffin about how this was his fault.
“Man up you two pansies” Desirae barks. “Which one of you cream puffs is gonna take it like a man?”
Diego and Griffin points at each other only pissing Desirae further off while making us guffaw with laughter. Ignacio holds his hand out. “I’m betting $50 that she’ll make contact with one but not both. There’s just no way.”
We shake hands as V somberly pats Ignacio on the back. “It’s like taking candy from a toddler.”
“You mean a baby” I correct.
“You aren’t supposed to give candy to a baby but you can a toddler” V indignantly replies.
“But that’s not how the saying goes” I argue.
“Semantics” V waves me off. “Pay attention... it’s about to get really entertaining.”
Diego points at Desirae from the middle of the billiards table. “If you don’t put that thing away I’m going to throw you over my knee and make sure you can’t sit for a week!”
Desirae’s eyes glitter. She straightens her spine but keeps her knees bent. “Diego baby you’re not supposed to be talking dirty to me in front of your parents.”
V chuckles seeing it all unfold before it actually happens. Griffin the moron falls for Desirae’s act. The moment he thinks she’s relaxed enough he takes off. Diego moves forward trying to distract the spitfire enough to debate who she should beat first. But what the two severely underestimate are Desirae’s abilities with any kind of implement such as what she holds in her hand. She flicks her wrist the moment Griffin gets within reach. The crack in the air makes us all flinch. Griffin wails before tripping on his feet and face-planting into the carpet. He rolls away from Des before she can get another shot.
Diego takes advantage of his best friend’s misfortune and jumps off the table. Desirae’s continuous motion makes a full circle wrapping the switch around Diego’s waist. Thwack and a howl are the only sounds heard before Desirae marches back out of the room taking the horrid switch with her.
“And that folks is why you don’t fuck with Des” Carina smugly states. Ignacio gawks for a few minutes before realizing that he owes me money. He mutters oaths of injustice as he hands me the cash. And Griffin and Diego - yeah, they tuck their tails and go soak in a tub of ice.
Ah, first impressions. Gotta love Des for always making things memorable.
Diego Lobos is every mother’s dream. He’s handsome, smart, athletic, and well-mannered. Diego attended an Ivy League college and managed to keep a near perfect GPA. Mothers want him as their future son-in-law. Girls swoon at the mere mention of his name. Guys want him to be on their team. Everyone wants to be friends with Diego Lobos.
He’s the guy everyone loves… And rightly so. But is he right for me? Can Diego fill the voids within me? Those vacant spaces that have been dark and empty for so long that I’d forgotten they existed until he stepped into my life… Diego is charismatic, charming, and genuine. He’s sexy without being an arrogant ass.
What more can a girl ask for? In my dark world I need more. I have a need most can’t fill. I demand certain expectations that have guys cupping their balls and running in the other direction. Can Diego be a submissive? Sometimes I think so and other times he just confuses the hell out of me. This particular detail matters though. I can’t ever go back to that time. I can’t ever be under another man’s thumb. I refuse to bend. Yes, I’m broken but I refuse to part with the little bit that’s left of me.
Love me or hate me. I don’t care. But everybody loves Diego… So why would he work so hard to be with someone like me?
Excerpt from Reverence ~ Diego’s POV
I stumble into the hallway immediately freezing upon hearing her voice.
"What did I say would happen if you disobeyed me again?" She snaps. My heart races knowing she's only a few feet away from me. Was she here when Bambi approached me? A wicked smack jolts me. Damn I do not want to be in this dude's place. Desirae sounds fucking pissed.
"I'm sorry Mistress D" the man stammers. My chuckle's lost amongst the pleadings and groans coming from the largest room. A behemoth of a man stands by the doorway already shaking his head 'no' at me. I roll my eyes at the fucktard. I know I'm not permitted in this room, yet - if ever. But I have to see Desirae in her domain. I need to see what it is that drives her.
"Put him in the cage until he learns his lesson" she barks. I peek around the silent giant and watch as another wall of muscle drags the flailing man into a cage beneath a monstrous bed.
"I'll do better Mistress D" he continues to plead to deaf ears.
"Understand something" Desirae informs the room of slightly terrified members. "I rule here. I don't give a shit what your standing is with the club. I don't care how much you pay in dues. And I certainly don't give a shit who you are away from this property."
"Yes Mistress D" the room responds in unison. My dick instantly hardens at the sight of Desirae dominating the entire room. She caresses a wicked looking cane. My balls shrivel a little as she approaches a table. Part of me gawks at her leather ensemble. She's all tits and ass wrapped up in skin-tight leather. My hands itch to caress the supple material and slowly undress her until I bury myself balls deep into her. But the other part blanches as she switches her cane for a wand. And not just any wand but one meant for electric play.
Desirae is fucking hardcore. Nicholas has her ruling this room not only because she can flick her wrist better than any expert but because she isn't afraid to use the kind of shit that turns most guys' balls into raisins. She rules the dark realm and she does it with a sparkle in her eyes and a wicked smile on her face.
"Your bio says you love electric stimulation" her deceptively soothing tone has most of the room breathing a sigh of relief. My body remains stiff; I recognize her body language. Desirae is still tense. Her muscles twitch ready to spring into action. She looms before a man who's kneeled in the required position. He's tatted from the neck all the way down to his feet.
"Yes Mistress D" he whispers. Desirae caresses the man with the wand. We collectively hold our breaths expecting him to jump with the contact but nothing happens. I stare at the foot-long device in her hand. Can it really provide enough power to get this man off? And how the hell does someone even discover that they need to be shocked to get their freak on anyway?
A soft buzzing sound hits our ears just as the man's entire body tenses then jumps at the contact. Desirae glows as the room leans forward to watch her performance. The tatted dude remains perfectly still; only his soft pleasurable moans and the occasional eye rolling lets us know that he's thoroughly enjoying it.
"Mistress D" his choked voice makes Desirae pause.
"Yes" she purrs shocking him again with the wand before he can continue.
"May I come now?"
She bites her lip tilting her head while observing his flushed skin, ragged breaths, and twitching dick. She really knows how to administer the right amount of pain and pleasure to make someone insane with need. The tatted guy can barely function. I'm envious while somewhat pitying him.
Desirae squats allowing him to get an eyeful of her spectacular tits. I growl unable to refrain from being heard. She stills but doesn't look back, as if she knows it's me who made the sound. Instead she places the wand between his dick and nuts pulling it away just as he explodes all over his stomach and chest.
She's fucking magnificent.
Watching her there; unable to enter the room... This is exactly how I feel in real life too. Desirae is that shining star that's close enough to touch but too far away to make contact with. She burns hotly and brightly. But something about her makes me aware that for all of her brilliance, a darkness resides in her that threatens to swallow her whole. I'm not sure what it is or if she'd ever let me get close enough to her but I'll do anything to get the chance... Even if it means I have to get on my knees for her.
“I don’t deserve you but I’ll spend forever trying to prove it.”
Valentino DeLuca spent years trying to decipher his feelings for his best friend, Marco Soriano.
Valentino didn’t notice men. He wasn’t attracted to them. He loved women; specifically his Spanish beauty, Carina Lobos.
But all of that changed when Marco became his anomaly.
Excerpt from Remiss ~ Valentino’s POV
Everyone has that defining moment in their lives. That moment that changes everything there afterwards. Nicholas' happened with Hedonism. His personal and business life permanently changed. Mine? My life changing moment happened under the roof of Club 69. And no... It wasn't the moment Carina walked through those doors.
It happened in the unlikeliest of situations. One moment I'm enjoying Carina and the girls giving the guys lap dances, of which I thoroughly enjoyed. That was predictable and pleasurable. But when Marco and the guys decided to turn the tables and dance for the girls I bowed out. I wanted to watch knowing it was better for me and the staff that I not get involved.
Marco's playful like that. Although he's the general manager the staff knows they can play around with him. With me? It's always business with a splash of playfulness but nothing that ever oversteps the boundaries. Even during the annual staff party, I never get more than buzzed. My staff has never seen me drunk. I don't fuck my employees. I'm always onstage.
But one song, one moment, changed everything for me, forever. For years I've functioned with "good enough". I've casually dated. I've had women fall in love with me. But in this moment the untethered pieces of me come together. Marco straddling Carina; gyrating his hips in her face; Carina watching his every movement with blatant desire. In that moment I don't get jealous. I'm not bitter. If anything I want to share Carina with Marco. I want him to see why I'm falling for the Spanish Beauty. I want to have a threesome with him and her, but one like I've never experienced before. I want to touch him this time. I want to feel his lips wrapped around my dick. I want Carina to finger herself while watching us.
"Move on" I bark but I know Brody and the others close by hear the gruffness in my voice. It's no secret what my sexual preferences are. I would just as willingly watch Marco bury himself balls deep into someone as I would easily pound the hell out of someone while being watched. Why Marco specifically? Because the man can fuck. It doesn't matter if he's buried in a guy's ass or a girl's pussy. I love to watch him just like I know he enjoys watching me.
The rest of the night I stay by Marco's side. Carina has her group of friends and she's having a great time. Her ex is hovering a little too closely but she isn't giving him the time of day. Marco's presence grounds me. It's taken me years to admit that I'm attracted to him. I acknowledge that even if it isn't out loud because I don't know what to do with that information. But he's more than just looks and a big dick. His laugh is contagious. His smile is infectious.
"Do I have a booger hanging out of my nose?" Marco snorts. His chest heaves; he's trying to play this off but can't. I've been staring at him too long with too much intensity.
"No" I quietly reply. I can't joke around with him right now. The ground around me has caved in. Everything I ever thought I knew is being questioned. I've been adamant for so long. But that dance, their moment, is making me question everything. Marco has never initiated anything with me directly. I'm the reason for that. But what if the tables were turned? Do I have the balls to own up to what I'm feeling? To what I want?
Marco stares back at me in silent wonder. The spark of hope is there. He swallows making his Adam's apple move up and down. What would it feel like to lick his throat? Would his stubble turn me off or make me burn with need?
"V" He whispers hoarsely. "What's going on in your head right now?"
Carina's gaze burns right through me. She watches me watching Marco. She tilts her head curious. I can't go to her right now. I can't pull away from him.
"I'm thinking about the possibility..." I admit. His eyes widen. He opens and closes his mouth battling the need to jump in or let me finish. He knows this is bigger than just inviting him to have a threesome with Carina. This is about us.
"Mr. DeLuca" A voice interrupts our moment; my courage to admit what I'm thinking, feeling, deflates. "We have a situation outside that requires your attention." I sigh with I-don't-know-what: irritation, relief. They would only pull me outside for one of two situations. One: someone is demanding admittance and refusing to leave. Two: one of my not- so-sober employees is trying to drive home.
"I'll be right there" I tell him. I look back at Marco. His blank expression twists my stomach. I don't want to hurt him; I just don't know what to say. "We'll talk after, okay?" He nods. I don't want to leave his side but this is business. I need to figure some shit out before I open my mouth again.Luckily for me the little vixen is already two steps ahead.
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About the Author:
Senayda Pierre is a native Floridian who’s always had a passion for music, sports, reading and writing. She currently lives in Orlando, Florida with her husband and three beautiful daughters.
Senayda is an identical twin. That’s right, sometimes people give her a second glance wondering if she’s the person they know! She’s never seen snow… Swears she’ll live in Hawaii someday… And she intends to travel the world…
Senayda’s had a long love affair with reading and writing. She loved to write short stories and poetry throughout her childhood. Now Senayda’s moved onto novels.
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