ASHES TO ASHES by Rebecca Norinne
BOOK DESCRIPTION:
He was the mistake I never forgot. Now, my life depends on him.
I’m back, bitches! I’ve conquered my addictions, and I’m ready for my next world tour. But when a series of death threats unravels my plans, my manager calls in the big guns at McClintock Security for my protection. There’s just one catch: my bodyguard turns out to be the one night stand I never forgot … no matter how hard I tried.
I can fight it all I want, but I’m drawn to Ash even more than I was at my darkest. But he has demons of his own, and I’m falling in love with a man who can never love me back. I know I should walk away before it’s too late, but I'm hooked. And Ash is the sweetest addiction I’ve ever known.
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𝗗𝗢𝗪𝗡𝗟𝗢𝗔𝗗 𝗙𝗢𝗥 𝗙𝗥𝗘𝗘
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Excerpt:
The seatbelt dug into my shoulder, as I pulled away from Ash’s questing mouth and searched for the latch that would allow me to climb over him to ease the unwavering ache in my core. I pressed the button and when nothing happened, I pressed harder … and then harder again. Why wouldn’t the goddamn thing just work already? “Motherfucking piece of American engineering! Let go of me!”
I was well on my way to ripping the metal clasp out of that piece of black plastic when Ash started laughing.
“Shut up, this isn’t funny. I haven’t had sex in almost two years!” I cried, my desperation making me admit things I wasn’t proud of.
Normally, I would have been embarrassed, but I had needs that needed seeing to, and I didn’t care if Ash knew he was the first man I’d wanted to fuck since getting sober.
Reaching over, he pressed down on the buckle—the one next to the one I’d been trying to wrestle into submission. “As much as I love it that you’re willing to tear apart this fine piece of American engineering in an effort to have my cock inside of you, maybe you should go a bit easy on the destruction. That’s my job.” When the buckle clicked and the nylon went slack, Ash placed an open-mouthed kiss against my neck and hauled me into his lap. “Now, what was that you were saying about your needy, aching cunt?” His teeth sank into my flesh.
I moaned at feel of his mouth clamped tight around my skin, and the small shockwaves that traveled straight to my pussy at his small show of dominance. If something that simple caused a four-point-oh on my sexual Richter Scale, I couldn’t imagine how hard my world would rock and roll once Ash finally sank his cock into me.
“I need you,” I groaned against his lips.
How have I gone so long without this? I asked myself as he nipped at my bottom lip. No wonder I’d been such a snarky bitch lately.
Wanting more of him, I hiked up my skirt and straddled his thick, muscular thighs. I hadn’t remembered how wide and solid he felt beneath me. What I did suddenly recall was Ash looming over me, my wrists clasped above my head, while his cock hit my g-spot and I thrashed beneath him, chasing my orgasm.
“Oh my god,” I breathed out, rolling my hips over his straining erection. I had loved Ford to distraction, but I’d never needed him as badly as I needed Ash at this very moment. “Please, fuck me,” I begged, reaching between us to try and undo his belt.
Ash locked my fingers against his belt. “No, Rae. Not here.”
“But you promised,” I whined and dropped my head to his shoulder.
Ash laughed. “No, I don’t believe I did.”
I sat up and swatted as his shoulder. “You did too!” I cried like a petulant child. “You said, and I quote, ‘Now what was that about an aching cunt?’”
“Oh baby,” he chuckled, capturing my mouth in a quick kiss. When he pulled back, his eyes danced with mirth. “Listen to the words you just used. I never said a thing about giving you my cock.”
“But—” I wailed as I tried to cup his massive erection in my tiny hand “—I want it.”
“Sorry my angry little Veruca Salt.”
I pulled back in surprise. “What did you just call me?”
“Veruca Salt.”
My mouth split into a wide, happy grin. “Charlie and the Chocolate Factory—the original one with Gene Wilder, not that freaky remake with Johnny Depp—is my absolute favorite movie of all time.”
“And you’re the sweetest fucking candy I’ve ever tasted,” he answered as he licked his way up my throat and over my pounding pulse, “but I’m not going to fuck you. We have plenty of time for that later.”
I collapsed against his chest, defeated. “God damn you, Ash. You fucking tease. Why’d you have to get me all worked up only to leave me hanging? Didn’t you hear me when I said I hadn’t had sex in two years?”
“Oh, I heard you babycakes,” he growled, pushing me away so he could look me in the eye. After a brief, teasing moment, his mouth hitched up to the side and a confident smirk stretched his lips. “I said we weren’t going to fuck. I never said anything about not taking care of you.”
AUTHOR BIO:
USA TODAY bestselling author Rebecca Norinne writes steamy contemporary romance featuring strong, determined heroines and sexy, dominant heroes with guaranteed happily-ever-afters.
When not writing, Rebecca can be found watching rugby, drinking craft beer, or traveling the globe in search of inspiration for her next story. Originally from California, Rebecca currently resides in Dublin, Ireland, with her husband.
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