Blurb:
Three
people...three depraved plans...one inferno of scandalous pleasures.
Movie
star Mitch Wulfrum is tired of deflecting the gay rumors buzzing
around him. It's time for drastic measures to suppress them once and
for all--even if it means marriage in name only to the first trophy
wife he can get his hands on. And beautiful sugar-cane princess Kiona
'Alohi fits right into his plan.
Kiona
can't believe her luck when she's presented with Mitch's proposition.
Her overbearing father is dangling her trust fund over her head as an
enticement to dump her oh-so-sexy, but oh-so-unsuitable lover,
Nakolo. A bogus marriage to Mitch will net her everything she
wants--money and love, even if she can only have Kol on the sly.
What
she doesn't expect are the sexual sparks that fly between her and
Mitch, or, when Kol catches them together, the heat that flares
between the two men. One scandalously pleasurable encounter after
another fans the flames of attraction, until they begin to dream that
all three of them could have everything they ever wanted--and more
than they ever expected.
An
intricate, fragile web of lies and deceit are all that keep their
wanton secrets from erupting into the public eye. Trouble is, one
scheming photographer named Anjelee has already clicked the shutter
that could ruin all their lives.
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Author Bio, Website,
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Josie
Jax is the new pseudonym for a USA
Today
bestselling author of erotic romances in various genres. She lives in
the Midwest and dreams of becoming a crazy cat lady by rehabbing an
old barn into a fancy mansion for stray cats and stranded kittens.
Please
visit Josie’s website at
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Excerpt:
He thirsted for her as
always, but how to get his final fill of her in this cramped little
sports car?
Nakolo, the sunroof…
It was as if Pele whispered the solution in his ear.
“Stand up,” he
ordered.
“S-stand up?”
“You heard me. Stand
up. Remove your shoes, plant a foot on each seat, and stand up so
your top half is through the sunroof.”
Her mouth fell open,
and a sound that resembled a wheeze tore from her throat. He watched
as she blinked, scanned the inside of the car, and looked up through
the sunroof. Nakolo knew the precise moment understanding dawned on
her.
For a full thirty
seconds, she stared deep into his eyes, her own tearing up. She
finally understood his desperation and intense desire to have her, to
reclaim what was his after seeing her with another man.
Kiona twisted, assuring
the car remained in park, and removed her shoes. She reached for the
sunroof’s edge and pulled herself to a standing position. She was a
tall woman, and it was a small car, so with her feet placed as wide
as she could get them on each front seat, the roof came to waist
level.
She set her elbows and
forearms on the roof and leaned on them. “I’m ready,” she
whispered down to him.
He scooted forward and
drew up her dress, stuffing the front hem beneath the garment’s
waistband. And there it was, her jewel—his
jewel. Nakolo’s mouth watered, and his balls throbbed, engorging
like a balloon ready to pop.
“Hemolele!
Mmm, my love, you are so gorgeous, so”—he swiped his tongue up
her slit, eliciting a scream from her—“delicious.”
The flavor of cream and
faint salt burst in his mouth. Holy islands, she was wetter than the
sea. He drew back and studied her toned thighs and the top of the V
they held dear. Except for a small patch of dark curls above her
clit, she always kept her pussy shaved for him so he could feel her
silky lips on his tongue or encircling his shaft. The labia were
smooth and naturally tanned, her nub pink and swollen, emerging at
the top of her cleft like the early bloom of a hibiscus. God, what
perfection!
Nakolo couldn’t delay
any longer. He wrapped his arms around her hips and reached behind
her. Sinking one finger into her dripping-wet puka,
he closed his mouth over her swollen bud.
She screamed again,
this time far louder. He heard her hands slap the roof and rejoiced
when her voluptuous body spasmed in his arms, against his face. He
flicked his tongue over her clitoris while gazing upward through the
sunroof. She was like a siren of the sea. He watched as the Pacific
winds blew inland, tossing her hair in a wild mass, her breasts perky
mounds, her face contorted in ecstasy.
Her pelvis did a
swiveling dance, abrading over his face. She growled, reaching for
that pinnacle that always came so easily for her. Nakolo pumped his
finger faster, adding another, then a third. She spread wider,
accommodating him, coating his fingers with her stickiness. With his
tongue, he thoroughly explored every fold, crease, and little bulge,
knowing the time would come very soon when he would have to yank her
down into the car and plunge himself into her.
She was almost there,
he could tell by the stiffening of her dance and the animal mewls
escaping from deep in her throat. But somewhere in the sexual blur of
his mind, Nakolo heard the hum of a car engine. He whipped his head
around to see a sleek Mercedes pull up behind Kiona’s car.
“Goddamn it,” he
swore when he saw none other than Mitch Wulfrum—the damn movie
star—unfold himself from the driver’s seat and stride toward
Kiona’s car.
Kiona’s windows were
darkly tinted, so most likely Mitch couldn’t see Nakolo. If Mitch
had spied Nakolo’s truck back at Jager’s house, he’d probably
know Nakolo sat in her car. But if he hadn’t peered out the window
at Nakolo’s boyish antics, Mitch wouldn’t know whose truck it was
and might assume Kiona was alone and the truck abandoned.
Not knowing one way or
the other added an edge of excitement to the unexpected situation.
Nakolo’s loins simmered with reluctant fire. Did he want to be
discovered or not?
As Mitch approached the
driver’s side, Nakolo studied the strikingly handsome face, the
tall, lean body…and the bulge in the jeans Mitch now wore. Nakolo
swore under his breath. Why was it he found the sight of this man
sauntering nearer so very arousing while Kol orally pleasured Kiona?
Where had his anger gone? And why hadn’t he demanded an explanation
from Kiona about her tryst with this man before Kol had dived right
into satisfying his sexual urges?
“Mitch, what are
you—what are you doing here?” Kol heard Kiona choke out.
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