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No
Reservations
Bad Girls Know
Book 1
Lilly Cain
Lilly Cain
Genre:
Contemporary Erotic Romance
Publisher:
Carina Press
ASIN:
B008O53RD0
Number
of pages: 44
Word
Count: 15,000
Book
Description:
Travis
Morgan is thrilled to encounter the one woman who's never failed to get his
blood pumping. Seeing Alicia Davis again brings it all back: their fierce
academic rivalry, and the fact that he never followed through on his erotic
fantasies about her.
Alicia
can't resist Travis's smoldering sensuality--or the opportunity to finally bed
the man who starred in so many of her lustful daydreams in college. Unable to
avoid the temptation to best Travis one more time, Alicia plans to submit to
one night of pure pleasure and then leave Travis empty-handed and craving more.
When
Travis wakes up and realizes Alicia's played him, the gloves are off, and the
game heats up as they each try to emerge on top--by whatever means necessary...
Excerpt:
Relax—everything went exactly
as you planned, didn’t it?” Alicia’s best friend, Selene, spoke around pouted
lips as she painted her mouth a violent shade of red in the gallery’s powder
room.
“Yeah.” Alicia stared into the
mirror. There should have been a big grin on her face. Hell, she should feel
happy, confident. Smug, even. She’d gotten what she wanted: a night with Travis
to settle all the old regrets from years ago. And she’d enjoyed it, enjoyed
him, and gotten the tickets to the exhibit. She’d triumphed and even rubbed it
in a little—he’d missed his flight and was stuck with the hotel bill. It should
feel good, finally getting back at him for embarrassing her in college. She
should be laughing. Instead, she felt like she’d swallowed something hard and
cold.
“Well, buck up, chickie. We’re
here, rubbing shoulders and making contacts. Travis never knew what hit him,
and he’s probably still trying to decide if he’ll ever recover.” Selene glanced
over at her and grinned.
“Right.” Alicia flicked her
hair over her shoulder and bared her teeth at the mirror. The problem was she
wasn’t sure she’d recover. The sex
had been incredible. She licked her lips, her mouth suddenly dry as she thought
yet again about Travis’s hard body and the way he’d taken control in bed. That
hadn’t been part of the plan, but it had
been her favorite part of the night.
She shivered. It was a damn
good thing she’d woken first, taken the Wyeth tickets and run. Otherwise she
might have stayed, and that was not something she was about to consider. Travis
was in sales, for God’s sake. She’d already gotten rid of one cutthroat asshole.
She didn’t need to get involved with another.
What she’d found attractive in
Travis at State was the same thing that had drawn her to her ex-husband Richard:
an aggressive competitiveness that at first seemed so sexy. It had been a
disaster in a marriage. Sleeping and screwing with Travis’s plans was a sort of
payback to all the guy players out there, every one of them just like her sleazy
ex. She’d gone for it, and she’d won.
“C’mon. You look awesome, and I—”
Selene blew a kiss at the mirror, “—am ravishing, of course. Let’s go.” She led
the way out of the powder room and Alicia followed. The hallway quickly
branched into the first gallery room, where people mingled and took in the
beauty of a varied collection Andrew Wyeth’s best, and last, works.
Alicia wandered toward the
watercolor collection along the back wall. Despite weeks of coveting the
contacts the exhibit, and events like it, might bring her private charter
business, the idea of making polite conversation left her repressing a sigh.
Selene walked with her for a moment but then peeled off to chat with a small
group of men hovering near an appetizer station. She had a wicked look in her
eye. Alicia shook her head and grinned as she silently wished the single men in
the group luck.
Against the brick red of the
backdrop wall, the first watercolor landscape’s pale colors caught Alicia’s
attention but didn’t hold her interest for long. She walked on to study the
next and then the next until she found the first portrait on display. Wyeth,
the “Painter of the People,” had always been one of her favorite artists and
the reason the exhibit had snagged her interest. Planning a way to turn her
love of art into a way to bolster her business was a bonus. She would have come
to the exhibit anyway if the place hadn’t been sold out. How had Travis managed
to get her a set of tickets? She shook her head. Why are you thinking of him again?
Alicia studied the clean lines
of the painting before her. The face of the woman stared back at her. Barely
smiling, she still had a lush sensuality that seemed to express contentment,
satisfaction, and perhaps sexual completion. “Like I haven’t thought about sex
enough,” she muttered to herself.
“And here I’d begun to believe
you didn’t think about it enough.”
Alicia froze at the deep tones
of the voice coming from behind her. Oh,
no. It couldn’t be. She glanced
over her shoulder and then back at the painting, grimacing at the realization
that Travis had followed her to the exhibit. Of course he’d known she’d be
here—he’d given her the damn tickets.
“Travis. Come to see the
exhibit for yourself?”
“Not exactly.” He laid a hand
on her shoulder, gently, possessively.
Her heart pounded in at his
touch.
“I came to see you. The way I
see it is, you still owe me a flight. You skipped out on me last night and now
here I am, stuck in Chicago and no trip to Boston on the roster.”
She glanced up at him, checked
to see if there was any anger in his eyes. His voice sounded like deep velvet
plush, and beyond being wickedly sexy, it held the slightest hint of danger.
Her nipples peaked inside her silk dress. “Hardly my fault you slept through
the flight.”
“No? I think it might be.
Keeping you under control wore me out.” He glanced at the painting. “And it
gave you the same look she has, right there.”
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Author
Bio:
Lilly
Cain is a wild woman with a deep throaty laugh, plunging necklines and a great
lover of all things sensual - perfume, chocolate, silk! She never has to worry
about finding a date or keeping a man in line. She keeps her blond hair long
and curly, wears beautiful clothes and loves loud music. Lilly lives her
private life in the pages of her books.
Lilly
lives in Atlantic Canada, although she spent eight years in Bermuda, enjoying
the heat and the pink sands. She returned to her homeland so she could see the
changing of the seasons once again. When not writing she paints, swills coffee
and vodka (but not together), and fights her writing pals for chocolate.
When
not living up to her pen name, Lilly is a single mom who loves reading and
writing, dabbling in art and loving and caring for her two daughters. She loves
romance and the freedom erotic fantasy provides her imagination. She loves the
chilling moments in her novels as much as the steaming hot interludes. Her
stories are an escape and a release, and she hopes that they can give you that
power, too.
Intriguing excerpt. I don't read a lot of shorter stories, but this has piqued my interest.
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