Mr. Beautiful (Up in the Air #4)
by R.K. Lilley
From R.K. Lilley's blog: Mr. Beautiful will be a male point-of-view novel for the Up
in the Air series that tells the story of James, and Stephan, and their unwavering love of a
woman that would make the two men family.
WARNING: THIS TEASER CONTAINS SPOILERS FOR THE UP IN THE
AIRSERIES
JAMES
I couldn’t sleep after the shooting.
Bianca slept like a baby, like she never had before, like every worry she’d ever had
had disappeared with the death of her father.
But not me. I was more restless than ever. A miracle had saved her, not me, and I
felt helpless because of it. That was not a feeling that fit me well. In fact, it made my
skin crawl in discomfort. In anger.
It had been months since the attack. She and Stephan were healed physically, and it
seemed, emotionally, but I felt the wounds as though they were fresh. What had almost
happened haunted me. I was a man that needed control, and I’d been shown, in the
starkest way possible, that I hadnone.
I sat scant feet away from our bed, watching Bianca sleep. She was nude, with not
so much as a sheet covering her. I’d seen to that. I watched her lithe form shift on the
bed, one long leg hitching up to give me a glimpse of the pink between her legs.
I felt like a fucking stalker. Truth be told, I was one, watching her for hours on end,
night after night.
I tensed when I realized she’d roused. It upset her that I couldn’t sleep, when she
deserved peace more than anyone.
She sat up, and I watched her heavy breasts swaying with the movement. “James.”
Her voice was the softest utterance.
“Love,” I answered, feeling the dark mood that had overtaken me lift in an instant.
Just having her eyes on me could do that.
She crawled across the bed toward me. She’d always had an uncanny ability to do
exactly the thing that would drive me the most wild, and she’d only gotten better at that
over time. She didn’t hide her body from me as she moved. In fact, she posed for me,
even the exposure of her body an act of submission. As though reading my thoughts, as
though even those were a command, she paused on the edge of the bed, parting her legs
to let me look my fill before she rose, approaching my chair.
I stood to meet her, my body drawn tight, my cock throbbing as though I hadn’t
come, buried inside of her, just hours before.
I was a statue as she leaned up to my ear, my brows drawing together in a question.
Her lips touched my ear as she spoke.
“Hurt me,” she whispered raggedly.
My eyes shut tight, my jaw went slack, and a shudder wracked my entire body. This
woman destroyed my self-control.
I’d avoided all of the rough stuff since she’d been injured, but God had I missed it.
“We don’t have to, Bianca. It’s not necess-“
She gripped my hair, pulling my face down to her injured cheek. She dug her jaw
into me so hard that I knew it must be hurting her badly.
“I need it,” she rasped into my ear. “I’ll never stop needing it. Please.”
I pulled back, and my hands trembled as I cupped her face in my hands, my eyes
searching hers desperately for what I wanted to see. Need. Yes. She needed this as
much as I did. Perhaps more so.
“Get on the bed,” I told her thickly.
R.K. Lilley lives in Colorado with her husband and their two beautiful sons.
She's had a lot of interesting jobs, from being a first class flight attendant, to being a
stablehand, but swears she never knew what hard work was until she had children. She's
been addicted to both reading and writing fiction since she can remember. She loves
to travel, read, hike, paint, game, watch anime, and make the most of every single day.
She is the author of the erotic romance novels In Flight, Mile High, Grounded, and the
novella, Lana.
OTHER BOOKS IN THE SERIES
IN FLIGHT (Up in the Air #1)
Tuesday, March 4, 2014
Rare and Precious Things Book Tour
Title: RARE AND PRECIOUS THINGS
(The Blackstone Affair Book 4)
Author: RAINE MILLER
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“BELLA, you look magnificent, the glow in your cheeks, everything, is utter
perfection.” Marco, kissed me on both cheeks as was custom, then held me at arm’s
length for a thorough perusal. “Lovely dress. I can see that marriage and motherhood is
agreeing with you, darling.”
I felt Ethan’s hand at my back soften and relax at Marco’s friendly, but appropriate greeting. Maybe he’d get over his paranoia that Marco was trying to bag me every time he photographed me. Ethan just didn’t understand that Marco wasn’t like that at all. He was a professional photographer doing a job with me, and nothing more. Well, nothing more than a working, platonic friendship. He’d always been kind to me, and I liked working with Marco Carvaletti very much. I hoped Ethan could see it here tonight as we all interacted.
“It is, Marco, and I don’t think I could be any happier.” I leaned into Ethan, nudging him to speak up.
“Mr. Carvaletti, thank you for the invitation. We’ve been looking forward to this all day.” Ethan lied smoothly, offering his hand, playing the social gentleman to perfection, which he was well skilled at. I guess he did it out of love for me. I knew he didn’t want to be here anymore than he wanted me modeling. I mouthed a thank you only visible to him. He kissed me on the cheek and whispered in my ear, “Don’t forget about Simba, baby.” Then he wandered off to get drinks for us.
Marco took me on a tour of his elegantly restored 17th century villa as I marveled at all of the art. He had a whole room set up as a gallery of his photographs. There were a couple of me in there. One where I sat in a formal chair with one knee up, strategically placed, my expression far away and pensive. The other pose was a side view recreation of a vintage Ziegfeld Follies girl with a feather boa and some satin pumps. It was one of the first portraits I posed for and I really thought it was nicely choreographed.
“It is a beautiful piece, bella. I knew when we did that series you had the gift.” Marco stood behind me admiring the image he had created with me as the subject.
“I was so nervous posing, but you made me laugh when you told me to imagine Iggy Pop in a dress.” I shrugged. “That broke the ice and I was fine after that.”
“That one works for me every time, bella.”
“Well, Iggy Pop in a dress is funny, so good job, Marco.” We laughed together and made our way back to the main gathering.
Where was Ethan with my drink? I scanned the room for sight of him, but didn’t see his tall form standing out among the crowd anywhere. And I needed water.
“He is talking to Carolina and Rogelio, my friends,” Marco said, correctly reading my quest to find Ethan. “I believe they have discovered they are acquainted already.”
Really? Ethan knew people at this party? I suppose it wasn’t as bad as he’d predicted it would be after all. Couldn’t wait to bust him about his whining to come here.
“Oh, well that’s great. I look forward to meeting them. But first, I need to get some water. I’m really thirsty after spending a long time swimming in the ocean today. Must be all the salt.”
“Come with me, bella, I will take care of you.”
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The fourth part in the New York Times bestselling series, The Blackstone Affair:
A bright beginning for two damaged souls fighting for their hard-won love, and the
promise of a new hope to secure their happily ever after.
Fresh from an idyllic honeymoon along the Italian coast, the Blackstones prepare for
the birth of their precious baby and the challenges of settling into a new home. But things
get complicated when specters from the past reappear to threaten the very foundation of
their relationship. Ethan and Brynne will have to fight harder than ever for each other.
Rare and Precious Things is the story of two people who both need the other in order
to be complete, but learn just how "rare" their brand of love is when they have to risk
everything in order to hold onto it.
I felt Ethan’s hand at my back soften and relax at Marco’s friendly, but appropriate greeting. Maybe he’d get over his paranoia that Marco was trying to bag me every time he photographed me. Ethan just didn’t understand that Marco wasn’t like that at all. He was a professional photographer doing a job with me, and nothing more. Well, nothing more than a working, platonic friendship. He’d always been kind to me, and I liked working with Marco Carvaletti very much. I hoped Ethan could see it here tonight as we all interacted.
“It is, Marco, and I don’t think I could be any happier.” I leaned into Ethan, nudging him to speak up.
“Mr. Carvaletti, thank you for the invitation. We’ve been looking forward to this all day.” Ethan lied smoothly, offering his hand, playing the social gentleman to perfection, which he was well skilled at. I guess he did it out of love for me. I knew he didn’t want to be here anymore than he wanted me modeling. I mouthed a thank you only visible to him. He kissed me on the cheek and whispered in my ear, “Don’t forget about Simba, baby.” Then he wandered off to get drinks for us.
Marco took me on a tour of his elegantly restored 17th century villa as I marveled at all of the art. He had a whole room set up as a gallery of his photographs. There were a couple of me in there. One where I sat in a formal chair with one knee up, strategically placed, my expression far away and pensive. The other pose was a side view recreation of a vintage Ziegfeld Follies girl with a feather boa and some satin pumps. It was one of the first portraits I posed for and I really thought it was nicely choreographed.
“It is a beautiful piece, bella. I knew when we did that series you had the gift.” Marco stood behind me admiring the image he had created with me as the subject.
“I was so nervous posing, but you made me laugh when you told me to imagine Iggy Pop in a dress.” I shrugged. “That broke the ice and I was fine after that.”
“That one works for me every time, bella.”
“Well, Iggy Pop in a dress is funny, so good job, Marco.” We laughed together and made our way back to the main gathering.
Where was Ethan with my drink? I scanned the room for sight of him, but didn’t see his tall form standing out among the crowd anywhere. And I needed water.
“He is talking to Carolina and Rogelio, my friends,” Marco said, correctly reading my quest to find Ethan. “I believe they have discovered they are acquainted already.”
Really? Ethan knew people at this party? I suppose it wasn’t as bad as he’d predicted it would be after all. Couldn’t wait to bust him about his whining to come here.
“Oh, well that’s great. I look forward to meeting them. But first, I need to get some water. I’m really thirsty after spending a long time swimming in the ocean today. Must be all the salt.”
“Come with me, bella, I will take care of you.”
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and The Lost Romantic Suspense Series. An avid music fan, you will always find
her with headphones when writing, and the speakers blaring the rest of the time.
She’s a wife, a mom to two beautiful children, and a full-time university student. BJ
resides with her family in what she considers the best country in the world—New
Zealand.
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Saint Kate
Title: Saint Kate of the Cupcake
(The Dangers of Lust and Baking)
Author: L.C. Fenton
Expected Release: March 25, 2014
Kate Winters has become the perfect aristocratic wife and mother in her adopted homeland of Great Britain. She manages her husband’s cold, demanding family while armed with a grudging Stepford smile and a proper strand of pearls. When her precious boys go away to boarding school and her absentee husband leaves this “domestic goddess” to her own devices, she ends up baking…a lot. Her newfound passion for the kitchen quickly turns her prim and proper life upside down when her cookbooks become best-sellers and she finds herself in talks for a TV deal.
After Kate’s new celebrity life seems to have settled into one that's familiar, if not happy, Anders Larsen throws her for a loop. Anders is not only the leading man in Kate’s favorite TV show, he’s also Hollywood's hottest commodity and the star of her most secret erotic fantasies. One night with Anders turns into so much more, causing her perfectly manicured grip to slip, and she begins to lose control of her buttoned up life. It was only supposed to be one night, but the off-the-charts chemistry and amazing sex are temptations Kate can’t resist.
She begins to believe she can balance this double life until rumors of her sexy affair surface on the Internet. Kate has a choice to make: return to her safe but stale marriage—and her best chance for saving her new career—or taking a chance on the life she could have with the man she loves.
What price is “Saint Kate of the Cupcake” willing to pay for a chance at happiness?
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