Only For A Night
The Lick Series, Book 1
By Naima Simone
Genre: Erotic Contemporary Romance
Publisher: Entangled Publishing
Release Date: May 30, 2016
One night would
never be enough...
Rion Ward fought
hard to be free of the Irish mob life. Now, as the co-owner of Boston’s hottest
aphrodisiac club, he’s traded crime for the ultimate sexual fantasy. But when
the “good girl” from his past walks through Lick’s doors, he discovers that his
unconsummated hunger for her never abated.
Widowed for two
years from a man who felt that anything besides the missionary position was
dirty, Harper Shaw is ready to move on. The first step to feeling alive again
is sex. Hot, dirty, black-out-from-orgasm sex. And who better to provide it
than the brooding, sexy, tatted bad boy-turned-man she’s known for years?
Rion, however, has
one stipulation: He’ll be hers only for one night. One night to explore her
every fantasy. One night to push her limits. One night to introduce her
to a passion that makes both doubt if it will be enough…
“What are you doing
here?” The deep, midnight voice sliced through the memories, and Harper
willingly locked the vault on them. Rion’s velvet tone slid over her exposed
skin like a velvet caress, resonating in her chest, curling in her belly—and
lower. “I asked you a question,” he said, the demand silky but no less
menacing.
“I-I came
here to speak with y-you,” she stammered. God, she sounded like an idiot. “I
hoped we could talk.”
A black eyebrow
arched high. “Talk,” he enunciated, a corner of his sensual mouth curling into
a faintly sardonic sneer. “What could you and I possibly have to talk about?”
“I—” She peered
over his shoulder, for the first time noticing the blond giant standing behind
Rion. Sasha. Sasha Merchant. A close friend of Rion’s. “Would you mind if we…
Can we speak in private?”
“No.”
She reeled back on
her death-defying heels, teetering before grabbing the table tighter. “No?” she
repeated. Seconds of silence passed between them. Irritation warred with
mortification, and she tilted her chin in spite of the heat rushing up her
throat and into her face. “That’s it? Just no?”
“Yes.”
She sighed,
exasperated. “Rion…”
“Go home,” he
interrupted, the order unyielding, hard. Dismissive.
“Rion, please,” she
murmured, cringing at the plea that crept into her voice.
“Sasha, would you
mind escorting her safely to her car?” He turned, again disregarding her
without hearing her out.
Anger shoved the
hurt aside, surging hot and hard inside her. She’d been dismissed, shelved, or
patronized too often in her life. She’d also been mute, opting to remain
silent, not rock the boat. Not voice her needs, her wants…her desires. Well,
that time had passed.
She was tired of
living—no, existing—in a cocoon that was supposed to be safe but was really
suffocating.
And he didn’t get
to push her back into that cocoon.
Aiming a dark scowl
at Rion, Sasha stepped forward, his hand extended toward her. “Sorry,
sweetheart—”
“Wait a minute,”
she snarled, skirting past Sasha and latching onto Rion’s arm, ignoring the
sexy flex of muscle beneath her fingers and palm. Rion froze, probably in
surprise rather than from her hold. “We were friends for a long time. Too long
for you to just toss me aside like a stranger. Okay it’s been five years since
we’ve seen one another. You can at least give me five seconds.”
Slowly, Rion
pivoted, dislodging her hand. Staring up into his lean face with its stark
lines and stormy eyes, she shivered. Fear had picked a fine time to remind her
the absolute stupidity of stirring a predator.
“Five seconds.” He
slid his hands in his pants pockets.
“Thank you.” She
sighed, relieved. “If we could just—”
“Three,” he stated,
his tone past bored and veering into catatonic.
“I need you,” she
blurted. Damn. Oh God. Just…damn.
His eyes narrowed.
“What do you need me for?”
“I can’t—” Panic
crawling up her throat, she shot a glance at Sasha who didn’t even pretend not
to be absorbed with the scene playing out before him. “Rion,” she whispered.
“Two seconds.”
“Damn it. Sex. I
need you for sex.”
For the first time,
Rion lost his stoicism, shock widening his eyes and parting his lips. Beside
him, Sasha sounded as if he were being strangled, and her? She squeezed her
eyes shut, flames bursting inside her, consuming her in a conflagration of
humiliation. Jesus Christ. Was death by mortification possible?
“Oh f**k,” she
groaned.
“Yeah,” Rion
drawled. “I got that.”
Yes. Definitely
possible.
Naima Simone’s love
of romance was first stirred by Johanna Lindsey and Linda Howard many years
ago. Though her first attempt at writing a romance novel at age 11 never saw
the light of day, her love of romance and writing has endured. Now, she spends
her time creating stories of unique men and women who experience the dizzying
heights of passion and the tender heat of love.
She is wife to
Superman—or his non-Kryptonian, less bullet proof equivalent—and mother to the
most awesome kids ever. They all live in perfect, domestically-challenged bliss
in the southern United States.
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