About Dirty Little Rendezvous
Sometimes
the past becomes the present... And he's hot, cocky, and British.
Leila
Burke expected a lot of things when she joined her brothers on tour in Europe.
He wasn't one of them.
Jase
Masters had no idea what to expect when he agreed to support Dirty B. on tour.
She definitely wasn't it.
It's been
eighteen months.
He
remembers that night a little too well.
She
insists she has no idea who he is.
He's
rugged and determined.
She's
wild and free.
Together,
they're a tornado.
Keeping
it from touching down is the least of their worries.
o
Excerpt
“Hey, Jase?” I look up and down
the hall through my eyelashes.
“Yeah?”
My tongue runs over my bottom
lip. “You could come in. If you wanted.”
He exhales loudly, running his
hand through his hair. “Leila... You've been drinking. Whether you say you're
drunk or not, this is your tequila talking.”
“What if it isn't?”
“How do I know you're not just
saying it?”
“Never mind.” My stomach sinks.
“I can take a hint.”
“A hint? I'm a man, love. I
don't give or take hints.” He walks toward me. “But I also respect you and I'm
not going to go into your room and fuck you because numerous shots of tequila
are telling you it's a good idea.”
“Don't worry.” My cheeks burn
with humiliation. I'm blaming this on the tequila. He's so insistent it is, so
fuck you, tequila. Fuck you.
“Leila.” He grabs my arm before
I can disappear fully inside.
I slowly turn my face back to
him. The bright hall lights collide with the darkness of my room, casting
shadows across the angular planes of his face. His eyes blaze at me, a bright
yet stormy green that shows his inner battle.
“Don't think I'm not coming in
with you because I don't want to fuck you.” He takes a deep breath and lets it
out quietly.
I swallow.
“I want to fuck you again. I
want to follow you into this room and fuck you so hard everyone on this floor
will know what we're doing.”
“So do it,” I whisper. “I'm not
drunk, Jase. I know exactly what I'm asking.”
“You're supposed to be avoiding
me.” He leans in so his mouth hovers just above mine. “Remember?”
“It didn't work out.” My mouth
gets dry as his breath fans across my lips.
“So, pursuing me is your new
plan?”
“Well.” I pause to swallow
again, although there's nothing but the hesitant lump in my throat that won't
go down. “I figure it's the more enjoyable option.”
His lips twitch up on one side,
and he laughs quietly. “Leila, love...”
I grab the front of his shirt,
gripping it tight, and pull him down to me at the same time that I push up onto
my toes. Our lips collide somewhere between us, and he freezes. His fingers
twitch around my arm, but he lets go.
I get it.
I step back from him, my heart
thudding and pushing the previous twinge of humiliation around my body until it
latches on to every cell and swamps me. My cheeks burn, and I can't look up at
him, so I move back into my room, throwing my book in the direction of the bed.
He grabs me.
Shoves me inside.
Pushes me back against the door
so it slams shut.
And kisses me.
Desire blurs my embarrassment as
Jase's mouth descends onto mine and he kisses me as though he's starving. I
wind my hands into his hair as he runs one of his up my thigh. His fingers ease
under my dress, coming dangerously close to the top of my leg, and I gasp as he
lifts it and hooks it over his hip.
Fuck me, he's hard.
His cock presses between my
legs, against my throbbing clit, and the pressure from his jeans sends a bolt
of uncontrollable desire firing through my bloodstream.
He groans, swiping his tongue
across the seam of my mouth, and I open for him, sending my tongue to meet his.
They battle when he kisses me deeply and grips my ass harder, lifting me up the
door a little. My hips buck against him, and he nips my bottom lip when I
whimper.
Then he brings one hand between
my legs and runs his thumb over the soft cotton of my panties.
Right over my clit.
Right along my pussy.
Now, my gasp is loud, and I
break the kiss to control my breathing. Jase smiles against my jaw as he kisses
it. His mouth leaves trails of hot kisses along it and my neck, his tongue
swirling on my pulse point, his teeth grazing down my skin to my shoulder.
And, the whole time, his fingers
are working their way beneath my underwear.
The moment his rough thumb
brushes my clit, his lips find mine again, and he swallows my moan.
About the Author
By day, New York Times and USA Today bestselling New Adult author Emma Hart dons a cape and calls herself Super Mum to two beautiful little monsters. By night, she drops the cape, pours a glass of whatever she fancies - usually wine - and writes books.
Emma is working on Top Secret projects she will share with her followers and fans at every available opportunity. Naturally, all Top Secret projects involve a dashingly hot guy who likes to forget to wear a shirt, a sprinkling (or several) of hold-onto-your-panties hot scenes, and a whole lotta love.
She likes to be busy - unless busy involves doing the dishes, but that seems to be when all the ideas come to life.
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By day, New York Times and USA Today bestselling New Adult author Emma Hart dons a cape and calls herself Super Mum to two beautiful little monsters. By night, she drops the cape, pours a glass of whatever she fancies - usually wine - and writes books.
Emma is working on Top Secret projects she will share with her followers and fans at every available opportunity. Naturally, all Top Secret projects involve a dashingly hot guy who likes to forget to wear a shirt, a sprinkling (or several) of hold-onto-your-panties hot scenes, and a whole lotta love.
She likes to be busy - unless busy involves doing the dishes, but that seems to be when all the ideas come to life.
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