Nights
with Him
Release
Date: November 11th
Pre-order sale $3.99
Blurb
Jack Sullivan is a Sex Toy Mogul.
An extremely eligible bachelor in New York, he’s the full
package, right down to his full package. Hell, this man could be the model for one
of the toys his company, Joy Delivered, peddles. Instead, he’s the powerful and
successful CEO and he’s got commitment issues a mile-long after the tragic way
his relationship with his fiancée ended.
He’s looking for a way to erase the pain and that arrives
in the form of Michelle Milo. From her pencil skirts to her high heels, she’s
his perfect fantasy, especially since she has no idea who he is the night they
meet at a hotel bar. He doesn’t have a clue either that she’s the brilliant
psychologist his sister has arranged for him to see to help him get over his
past. She’s simply the stunning woman he takes to bed that night and delivers
many Os of joy too.
His touch helps her forget that other man.
When he shows up at her office door the next day, there’s
no way in hell she’s going to treat him after they’ve slept together. Jack
isn’t willing to let go of the first woman he’s felt anything for in years so
he proposes a deal – share her nights with him for thirty days. At the end of
one month of exquisite pleasure, they walk away, having helped each other move
on from their haunted pasts.
But soon, all those nights threaten to turn into days as
the lines between lust and matters of the heart start to blur. Can two people
so terribly afraid of love truly fall head over heels?
Nights with Him is a standalone full-length
novel in the bestselling Seductive Nights series following the love affair of a
new couple.
One Night with Her (prequel)
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Blurb
First names only for one
night of pleasure...
He’s only at the hotel to
close a business deal. Then he sees her, and his agenda for the evening
shifts—woo her, win her, and make sure she never forgets who gave her the most
exquisite pleasure she’s ever had. Jack Sullivan, a billionaire, and one of New
York City’s most eligible bachelors, is captivated by the brilliant and
beautiful Michelle Milo. From her witty mouth to her sinful body, she’s his
perfect fantasy. But there’s more than the undeniable chemistry; they both
might be exactly what the other needs. As soon as he has her, he knows one
night with her will never be enough. The trouble is, he’s about to run into her
tomorrow…in the last place he expects.
Excerpt
“I Can Show You Worlds of Pleasure”
An excerpt from NIGHTS WITH HIM by
Lauren Blakely
The balcony circled the peak
of the Met Life Tower with a spire above them, a clock right below them. A high
fence surrounded the perimeter, and the view of Manhattan was endless, stretching
to the rivers and the towns that lay far beyond the city that never slept.
Michelle
wrapped her hands around the railing at the edge of the balcony, drinking in
the view of Manhattan. The headlights from the distant streets below streaked
across the dark night; the sounds of horns and music and madness morphed into a
quiet radio station din. The dirt and grime was gone, and New York was aerial
and beautiful—a darkly gorgeous nocturnal creature, lit up against the night
sky.
Jack
dropped his hands to her waist, his thumbs rubbing circles against the fabric
of her dress at her hips. She leaned her head back against him, stretching her
neck. But then he was gone—he was on his knees behind her, kissing the back of
her bare legs, starting at her calves.
“Don’t
close your eyes. Watch the city as I touch you.”
No
wonder he did what he did. He was a man in tune with pleasure. A man thoroughly
connected to his senses, which was all the more unusual, given his background
as a numbers and logic guy. But he also had some intuitive sense of the
physical.
Or
simply the physical of her. His tongue flicked against the back of her knee,
and she felt her legs wobble. He steadied her, his strong hands tight on her
thighs as he kissed his way up her legs, pressing his lips against the back of
her thighs now. First one leg. Then the other. Higher and higher still, the
fabric of her skirt rose in his hands as he exposed her flesh for him. Soon
he’d pushed her skirt above her butt, and his sinful mouth was leaving a hot,
wet trail of kisses against the crease where her ass met her legs.
“Light
blue,” he murmured as he slid his finger under the edge of her lacy panties.
“Gorgeous, sexy, perfect sky blue.”
“Yes.
You like?”
“So
much I want to keep them,” he said as he returned his mouth to her skin.
Pleasure
pulsed through her veins. She gripped the railing tighter as the sensations
spread, starting deep in her belly, radiating to her fingertips, her toes, the
ends of her hair, as he brushed those soft lips against her body. He kissed her
with a kind of reverence, with a deep appreciation for her body. He kissed her
as if she were the most sensual person he’d ever touched. As if she were made
for passion, for pleasure, for this kind of bold desire that ran rampant
through her cells.
Because
everything he’d done so far had been a slice of heaven. A heaven for lovers of
the flesh.
He
ran his nose across her upper thigh, then pressed a kiss between her legs, his
lips grazing the soaked panel of her panties. Useless thing. A completely
useless piece of fabric, since the way he’d touched her had turned them hot and
damp.
“Take
them off,” he said roughly.
She
obliged, sliding her panties down her legs, then lifting them over her ankles
as she stepped out of them.
“Give
them to me.”
She
handed them to him, and he stuffed them into his pocket.
He
stood and gently placed his hand on her chin, turning her gaze back to the sky.
“Watch the city,” he told her, as he pressed his chest against her back, his
long, tall body aligned with hers.
Anticipation
built between them, the tantalizing wonder of what would come next. Only he
knew. She was placing her pleasure in his hands, and that’s exactly where she
wanted it to be.
A
soft hum whirred through the air. At first, she wasn’t sure what it was. Then
she recognized the noise. The way it signaled a response in her body. How the
sound tapped into her deepest core, a reminder of something she loved.
Assistance.
One
hand gripped her hip, and the other slid down her belly, dipping between her
legs as he tugged her closer. Her breath fled her chest. The thrill of not
knowing ignited her more, and she felt a rush of heat between her legs. She
wanted him to feel it too. To know what he was doing to her. She was After
Hours Michelle with him, so she let go of her other self, allowing herself to
fully be the sexy, alluring woman who appeared when Jack Sullivan was inches
away. “Touch me,” she said.
She
felt it. The first press against her throbbing clit. The slide through her
wetness. The pressure from something that wasn’t his finger. Something that had
been made.
“What
is it?” she asked in between staccato breaths.
“It’s
The Lola,” he said in a hot, husky voice, whispering in her ear as he rubbed a
small toy against her. She looked down—he held a sleek circular device between
two fingers, one finger through a silver hole in the middle. The toy was like a
large ring, made of the same soft material the world’s best pleasure toys came
in. Only this one didn’t just stimulate her with vibrations. Somehow, the toy
felt like a tongue touching her. Like fast, intense flicks from the most
wonderful, amazing, fantastic tongue she’d ever felt. Like Jack today. Times
ten.
It
was that good.
“I
don’t have this one,” she said, in between gasps and moans.
“I
know. It’s new. They say it feels fantastic against the skin,” he said, rubbing
the vibrator against her. “Tell me if it does.”
She
cried out. “Oh, yes.”
She
felt as if her body belonged to this toy, to the intensity of the pleasure
strumming through her blood and bones. It owned her.
“Does
it make you want more of me?”
“So
much more,” she moaned.
“This part,” he said, slowing only to press
the soft middle section to her clit, the beads beneath the surface rotating
against her, simulating the intoxicating sensations of a tongue flicking
against her. “Does that feel like the way I licked your pussy earlier today?”
he asked in a whisper, his breath hot against her skin.
“Yes.
Oh, God. Yes.”
“I
can make this feel like a soft swirl, or like I’m fucking you with my tongue,”
he said, and began cycling through the levels of vibration. Her vision blurred
from the sweet intensity. She wasn’t sure how she was still standing. “I can
show you worlds of pleasure.”
“I
want it,” she said, now begging because this was a new land of desire he’d
taken her to, and she didn’t ever want to leave.
Working
the toy expertly between her legs, he yanked her body closer, his erection
hitting her backside. His voice was low and dirty as he growled in her ear.
“This is what I can do to you for thirty nights.”
“I
want it all. I want you,” she said in between pants and moans, her body arching
into the toy.
“This
is how you’ll be mine,” he said, gliding the toy across her clit that was so
swollen she ached with the need to come. She felt desperate in every pore of
her body. The intense need to climax was bearing down on her. Her world
narrowed to this hot neon need as pleasure took over, spinning wildly out of
control, blissfully into chaos as she leaned back into his chest, his arms
holding her in place, his finger working her over and over with his toy as she
shattered into endless erotic bliss, crying out his name above Manhattan.
Minutes
later she turned around, looping her arms around his neck. “You win. That was
the best orgasm of my life. I’m yours for thirty nights.”
Nights with Him is a standalone full-length novel in the bestselling
Seductive Nights series following the love affair of a new couple.
About the Author
Lauren Blakely
Lauren
Blakely writes sexy contemporary romance novels with heat, heart, and humor,
and her books have appeared on the New York Times, USA Today, Amazon, Barnes
and Noble, and iBooks bestseller lists. Like the heroine in 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. Her novels include Caught Up In Us, Pretending He’s Mine, Playing
With Her Heart, and Trophy Husband. She also writes for young adults under the
name Daisy Whitney.
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