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Lauren Blakely does it again and brings readers more
smoldering, sexy nights in her Seductive Nights Series with her newest novel,
FORBIDDEN NIGHTS.
In Lauren Blakely’s newest Seductive Nights novel, Nate
Harper knows exactly how to please a woman. And Casey Sullivan is convinced
Nate is the one to give her some hands-on guidance. Lauren wants to deliver
with some pleasure for her readers too -- so she’s offering an extra special
Forbidden Getaway GIVEAWAY with this novel!
Back by popular demand, Lauren Blakely has put together an
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favorite hotel and dinner at your favorite restaurant, and all you have to do
to enter is take the Be Seduced Trivia Quiz about the Seductive Nights Series
in the back of the novel! This is your chance to discover a Forbidden Night of
your own!* Readers can access the quiz in the eBook version of FORBIDDEN
NIGHTS, and will have until February 21st to enter the quiz. To be clear, the
back of the FORBIDDEN NIGHTS eBook is the ONLY location with the link to the
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FORBIDDEN NIGHTS is the next novel in the Seductive Nights
Series and can be read as a standalone.
*Forbidden Getaway giveaway is for a value of up to $500
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**Paperback only readers can contact Lauren Blakely
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Excerpt
An excerpt from FORBIDDEN NIGHTS by
Lauren Blakely
He stood in the hallway wearing charcoal
slacks, a crisp white shirt, and the navy tie. Her fingers itched to unknot
that tie. He was rolling up the cuffs on one of the sleeves. A businessman at
the end of the workday—that’s what she would’ve named this photograph of him
that she took in her mind’s eye.
“Did you open the box?”
She shook her head. He entered her
apartment and she let the door fall shut behind them with a click.
He strolled casually to her kitchen,
leaned against the counter, and tapped the wood.
She understood. The game was on. They
were playing their parts. Joining him in the kitchen, she grabbed the bottle of
whiskey and poured him a glass, doing her best to keep her hands steady. She
watched his every move as he knocked back the amber liquid. She imagined the
burn in his throat. He set the glass down. It was nearly empty.
She stood near him, keenly aware that it
was his move next.
This was a chess game, and she barely
knew how to play. She swallowed dryly. Waiting. Uncertain.
She wanted a burn in her throat too. That
would be better than all these nerves. She grabbed his glass and finished it.
“Do you want to open the box now?”
She nodded, grateful to have been given
his direction. “Yes. I do.”
He tipped his forehead to the L-shaped
couch in the living room.
She nodded briefly, and walked over to
the couch. She sank down into the soft material, stretching her legs out in
front of her on the lounge section, crossing them at the ankles. He joined her
in the living room, choosing to sit on an ottoman, his knees spread, his hands
resting on his thighs. “Open it now, Casey.”
Leaning forward, she reached for the
black box and untied the bow, letting it fall to the floor. Gingerly, with
nervous fingers, she lifted the top, shimmying it off. In seconds, she’d know
what he’d planned, and a ribbon of excitement unfurled inside her from the
possibilities. She wanted to say something, but words escaped her at that
moment. She wasn’t sure how to vocalize all these unsteady feelings thrumming through
her body.
Or if he would even respond.
Nate had always been easy to talk to.
He’d always been chatty. But the man was wearing steely silence like a new
coat. All his moves were measured, chosen carefully, designed to keep her
guessing as to what he had in store for the evening.
She put the top of the box on the table,
and the guessing game ended when she dipped her hands inside the box and
withdrew a long, silky scrap of fabric—a blindfold. Next, she reached for a
soft object, retrieving a feather tickler from his collection of goodies.
Finally, there was a small riding crop, as if it had been made in miniature.
Perhaps, so it didn’t seem so scary. She glanced up at him. His eyes seemed
dark brown tonight. Gone was that warm golden color, replaced with a heat, a
sensuality and blazing desire for her.
She trembled. “What do you want to use
first?”
He didn’t answer her question. Instead,
he issued an instruction. “Lie back. Close your eyes.”
She did as told, scooting into the couch.
She hadn’t even turned on music, so she was keenly aware of every sound. Of the
low hum from the refrigerator, of the far-off din of traffic, of the stirrings
of a breeze. But there were no words from him. The silence vibrated between
them as she waited, the world dark behind her eyelids.
His fingers found their way to the top of
her stockings. Gently, he rolled them down, one by one, removing them, along
with her shoes. “Don’t get me wrong. These are unbearably sexy, but I need your
bare skin.”
Her world went pitch black. He had
pressed the silk blindfold over her eyes. “This is about you. About all the
things you can feel if you let go. With this on, all you can do is feel,” he said, low and husky, near her
ear. Oh God, she was feeling
everything. She was feeling the tight coil of desire deep inside her, and the
fervent hope that he’d take her to the far edge of pleasure. That’s what she
was feeling.
She drew a quick breath at the soft
fluttery touch from a feather running along the inside of her calves. The
feather brushed across her knee. Goosebumps rose on her flesh. Her skin felt
electric as the feather travelled across her body, visiting her belly, teasing
her breasts, trailing along her sides. When the sensations stopped briefly she
wanted to ask what happened, until she felt the feather once more.
He was tracing the shell of her ear, and
she gasped.
Warmth spread inside her body. She had no
idea that being touched on her ear would be such a turn on. She had no notion
either that she’d arch her back, seeking closeness, willing him to touch more,
when he ran the feather down her arm, inside her elbow and across her wrist.
“Your whole body is a playground,” he instructed. “For now, until you learn to
thoroughly give up control, it will be my
playground. Isn’t that right, Casey?”
She nodded and moaned her agreement in a
voice she didn’t even recognize as her own.
“Then hike up your skirt for me,” he told
her.
Instantly, she responded to his request.
She reached for the hem, pulling it up. Her skirt was now bunched at her waist.
He stopped, and hissed in his breath. His audible reaction to her body drove
her arousal. They were a feedback loop of desire. She’d move; he’d admire. He’d
say a dirty word; she’d heat up. They fed each other with this fevered kind of
lust. She pictured him drinking her in, memorizing the way she looked
half-undressed on her couch.
Then, she was alone again as she heard
him rustling through the box. She knew what was in the box: three things. She
was wearing one of them. The other one he had already used. That left only the
one she feared. She tensed, waiting for soft to change to hard. For tenderness
to turn to a sting.
She emitted a small cry at the first
smack. He had flicked the crop once against the flesh of her outer thigh. He
shifted to the other, flicking her there. She let out a tiny yelp. Reflexively,
she closed her legs. She wasn’t sure if she liked the crop. She parted her lips
to speak, but then his fingertip pressed softly against her mouth. “Shhh,” he
said. “I can tell you don’t like it.”
In a second, he was trailing the crop
down her chest, underneath her bra, and along her rib cage.
Then it was gone.
He must have lifted it in the air again,
and she waited nervously for him to swat her. But instead, she felt something
hard against the wet panel of her panties. He was using the riding crop against
her clit, like a toy, turning something she hadn’t liked into something she
enjoyed immensely now. He rubbed one end across her throbbing bundle of nerves,
stroking her, sending the temperature inside of her through the roof. She
sought more friction, more contact, lifting her hips closer. When he stopped,
she heard a whooshing sound in the air, then a smack against the hardwood
floors. He’d tossed it away.
Next was the weight of his body on hers,
his soft voice in her ear, him whispering, “I never ever want to do something
to you that you don’t like. Do you understand that?”
“Yes.”
“You should only feel pleasure with me.
You should never feel anything less than desire,” he said, and he was Nate now,
the man she trusted inside and out.
The next thing she knew the blindfold was
falling loose, dropping to her nose, giving her sight again. There he was,
raised on his arms above her, and smelling like sex.
Tonight. God, she hoped he’d take her tonight.
Reaching behind her head, he untied the blindfold all the way, then brought it
to her wrists, wrapping it around them in a circle, and binding them together
in a tight knot.
“I’m going to undress you now.”
He laced his hands around her back,
unhooked her bra, and freed her breasts. Then he unsnapped her skirt, tugged it
down her hips, to her knees, and over her ankles, laying it neatly on the
couch.
His eyes roamed her body, drinking her in
from head to toe.
“The panties must go,” he said, a clear
command, now back into character.
She held up her bound wrists as if to say
you’re going to need to be the one to
take them off.
In one swift move, his hands were on her
hips, practically tearing them off, like a hungry, greedy man eager for the
prize.
He stood and stepped away from her. He
crossed his arms over his chest. “I want to watch you spread your legs for me.
Do it nice and slow. Like a tease. Make me so fucking hard, harder than I
already am, from the way you open your legs.”
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A red-hot, scorching, sexy
standalone romance novel from NYT and USA Today Bestselling author Lauren
Blakely...
She has
been the star of his dirty dreams for years.
Sexy hotel CEO Nate Harper has lusted
after his good friend Casey Sullivan for a long time, and she's cried out his
name in pleasure countless times in his fabulously filthy fantasies. But even
though he's quite skilled at pleasing a woman, he won't act on his intense
desire because he knows he's no good for her. After the kind of hurt his ex
inflicted on him, he's a committed playboy for life, and Casey only wants true
love.
All that changes one hot night when she
comes to him with a proposition he can't resist -- she wants him to teach her
to be submissive in the bedroom. Casey soon learns how very much she likes
letting go of control to him. She's never been more turned on in her life than
she is in Nate's arms. And he's never been more taken by a woman.
The only trouble is as she experiences
what it means to let go, he starts to experience what it means to feel
again...And the lessons in seduction threaten to turn into so much more than
either one bargained for...
What
happens when years of desire and lust ignite a passion that can't be denied?
*FORBIDDEN
NIGHTS is a standalone full-length novel in the bestselling SEDUCTIVE NIGHTS
series following the love affair of Nate and Casey. There is no cliffhanger in
this book! You can read FORBIDDEN NIGHTS on its own, but you would likely enjoy
the other books too.*
A Night
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"I
don't want lessons in seduction. I want lessons in submission."
The
offer is too tempting to let slide through his fingers. Having been the star of
his fantasies for years now, the chance to guide Casey Sullivan step-by-step,
night-by-night, O-by-ecstatic-O in how to let go of control is a dream come
true for Nate Harper. The hands-on training begins tonight, in the first night
of seduction.
The
only problem is, how will these two best friends face each other in the morning
after that kind of mind-blowing night?
*A NIGHT OF SEDUCTION
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soon-to-be-released full-length novel FORBIDDEN NIGHTS. This short novella will
only be available until February 16. After that it will be included in the
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About the Author:
Lauren Blakely
Lauren
Blakely writes sexy contemporary romance novels with heat, heart, and humor,
and her books have appeared multiple times on the New York Times, USA Today,
Amazon, Barnes and Noble, and iBooks bestseller lists. Like the heroine in her
novel, FAR TOO TEMPTING, she thinks life should be filled with family,
laughter, and the kind of love that love songs promise. Lauren lives in
California with her husband, children, and dogs. She loves hearing from
readers! Her bestselling series include Caught Up in Love, Seductive Nights,
and Fighting Fire. She recently released Nights With Him, a standalone novel in
her New York Times Bestselling Seductive Nights series that became an instant
New York Times Bestseller. Her next book in that series is Forbidden Nights,
releasing in early 2015. She also writes for young adults under the name Daisy
Whitney. To receive an email when Lauren releases a new book, text BLAKELY +
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