His touch takes my breath away. Our passion feeds my soul…
Damien Stark is back!
Lost With Me, a new full-length novel in the wildly popular Stark Saga from New York Times bestselling author J. Kenner, is LIVE!
His touch takes my breath away. Our passion feeds my soul…
Damien Stark is back!
Lost With Me, a new full-length novel in the wildly popular Stark Saga from New York Times bestselling author J. Kenner, is LIVE!
My love for Damien fills me, and the intensity of our bond brings me to my knees. There is no burden I wouldn’t bear for him, no decadent punishment to which I won’t submit.
The dark days seemingly behind us, we have carved a life out of adversity, chiseling away pain to reveal strength and beauty. Now, all I want is to laugh with our children in the sunlight, then surrender myself to Damien’s embrace in the dark.
But lingering secrets and hidden menace threaten our family. Now, Damien and I must forge a new strength from our shared passion and hope the fire between us will burn away the darkness and protect everything we hold most dear.
This sexy, emotionally charged romance continues the story of Damien Stark, the powerful billionaire who’s never had to take “no” for an answer, and his beloved wife Nikki Fairchild Stark.
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Excerpt
His name dies on my lips, but I
hear it all the same in my head. Damien.
My voice breathy. Full of need.
He eases me back so that my body
is flush against his, and I close my eyes, losing myself in the way his touch
makes me feel even while fighting the urge to step away. To tell him to stop.
That we’re in public, and we can’t do this.
But I don’t. I stay, and as I
close my eyes in acceptance of my own desires, I hear his low, soft moan of
satisfaction and feel the swell of his erection against my lower back, his
arousal growing with my acquiescence.
Mine, too.
Because while I may not want to be
the kind of woman who gets turned on by her lover’s touch in a public gallery,
I can’t deny the heat building between my thighs any more than I can deny the
basic truth that where Damien is concerned, there are no limits. Not because I
have none, but because he knows how to take me right to the edge. To make me
breathless and needy and desperate. But never to push too far.
I’d changed before meeting Jamie
for lunch, and now I’m wearing a knit tank that hugs my body and a wrap style
skirt that fastens with a single button at my hip. His hands are pressed
against the curve of my waist, the heat of contact burning through the black
knit of my top. I make a small move as if to turn around, but he tightens his
grip, his utterance of noso soft that
I may have only imagined it.
But I know I’m not imagining the
motion of his hands as he slowly eases them up my body, making my heart beat
faster with each millimeter of progress higher and higher. My breath is
shallow, and I whisper his name, “Damien,” not certain if I’m acknowledging the
moment, pleading with him to stop, or begging him to continue.
His hands curve under my breasts,
his palms lifting them as he presses his thumbs down until my nipples are
pinched tight between his thumbs and forefingers. He increases the pressure,
and I suck in air, squeezing my legs together, my clit throbbing as I bite my
lower lip and fight the urge to surrender to the heat that is building inside
me.
“You’re wondering if it’s pleasure
she’s feeling,” he says, and my mind has traveled so far from these walls that
it takes me a moment to realize that he’s referring to the woman in Blaine’s
painting. “Pleasure or embarrassment,” he adds as his right hand eases lower,
his fingers finding the flap of material where the ends of the skirt overlap.
He slips his hand in, his palm
sliding over the brushed cotton, his fingers slowly tugging the interior layer
toward him. It bunches within his hand, and I bite back a gasp when his
fingertips graze the bare skin of my thigh. “Was she turned on by the knowledge
that so many would see her portrait?”
His fingers slowly ease higher,
closer and closer to my bare sex. I bite my lower lip and close my eyes, my
entire body aching with need, craving his touch. I can imagine his hand cupping
my sex, his fingers sliding inside as his lips brush my ear while he whispers
to me, his sensual words making my imagination soar as my body quivers and
tightens and explodes around him, and taste blood from biting down so hard to
keep from crying out.
I imagine all of that. Craving it.
Desperate for it.
And at the same time terrified of
it.
“Not here,” I murmur, resting my
hand over my skirt. Over his hand. “Not now.”
His fingers still, but he inches
closer, his heat burning into my body, the beat of his heart reverberating
through me.
“I got your note. And your
present.” His whisper rumbles through me, his words making me even more aware
that I’m bare beneath this skirt. “I missed you by just ten minutes.”
“How did you find me?”
“I have my ways. And I’m willing
to use all my resources to get what I want.”
There’s a tease in his voice, and
I smile in realization and amusement. Because it didn’t actually take too many
resources. Just the app that’s installed on both our phones as well as our
cars—and Bree’s, of course, in case we need to find her and the kids.
He would have checked his phone,
seen that I’d parked in Beverly Hills, and remembered that I was going to check
on the girls’ cakes today. Presumably he was following my route and saw me step
in here.
“Do you really think I need a
tracking device to find you?” he counters, after I tell him all that. “Don’t
you know that you’re always in my heart, and how can I lose track of that?”
I smile and sigh happily, his
words delighting me. And, who knows. Maybe it’s true. My husband is a
remarkable man.
“I wanted to see you.” There’s a
tone of finality in his voice. As if the details simply don’t matter. As if his will alone is enough to find me.
Maybe it is.
“To touch you.” The fingers of his
hand that still cup my breast tighten on my nipple, sending a new shock of desire
running down to my core.
“I wanted to know if you’re still
bare, or if you’ve put on a fresh pair of panties.” His hand stays perfectly
still, but, damn me, I relax the pressure of my own hand that’s been keeping
his in check.
“We can’t.” It’s a public gallery.
Anyone could come in. But even as I think that, my eyes roam the room. The
section we’re in has no windows. And the gallery is empty and echoey, with a
bell over the door. We’re alone, except for Emily. And if she came this way her
heels will undoubtedly click on the floor, giving us plenty of warning.
The thought—the fantasy—makes my
body tighten. “We can’t,” I repeat, as much to underscore the point as to
remind myself of that very basic truth.
“No?” His mouth brushes my ear,
his breath disturbing my hair and sending shivers down my spine. “What if I
told you that Emily was busy at her computer. That she’s locked the door for
lunch. That I’m certain we won’t be seen.”
I swallow and say nothing, afraid
that if I speak, my desire will betray my common sense.
“She won’t want to disturb us. Not
when we might be contemplating a purchase. Destroy the moment, and she could
lose a sale. She knows that. Knows that a client needs to get lost in the art.
In the moment.”
His thumb has been making small
circles on my breast, and my heart is beating so hard now that I’m surprised
Emily can’t hear its echo on the far side of the gallery. On my legs, his
fingers move subtly. Not rising, but neither are they still. Instead, his
fingertips brush my bare flesh in sensual movements designed to entice and
tease.
“What do you want, Nikki?” His
words are as tender against my flesh as his fingers. “Do you want me to move
higher, millimeter by millimeter, up your wet thighs as you hold your breath in
anticipation? Would you cry out if I stroked your clit, unable to hold back the
explosion?
“Or maybe I shouldn’t stroke you
there at all. Maybe I should slide my fingers deep inside you. Feel how slick
you are, the way your body will clench around me, drawing me in as I use my
thumb to tease around your clit. Never quite touching, but drawing you up and
up, until you can’t take it anymore.”
I can’t take it right now, and I’m
certain he knows it. I want to tell him to stop—except I don’t want him to
stop.
And so all I do is whisper his
name. A plea. A prayer.
“Damien.”
“That’s right, baby.” I hear heat
in his low, melodic voice, a passion now equal to my own. “Would you scream my
name when you explode? Or would you be so quiet as you tremble in my arms, that
I’d be the only one who knows the force of your orgasm rocking through you?
I’m trembling now, so close to the
explosion he’s describing that my skin seems to sizzle. The thin whisper of air
from the ducts above does nothing to cool my heated flesh. I want the release,
crave it, and yet I can’t quite let myself go. Not here. Not like this.
Damien knows that, of course. His real purpose isn’t to make me come—it’s to take me to the precipice. Pleasure, yes, but underscored by frustration. By need. And, ultimately by anticipation.
Damien knows that, of course. His real purpose isn’t to make me come—it’s to take me to the precipice. Pleasure, yes, but underscored by frustration. By need. And, ultimately by anticipation.
Kim's 5 Star Review
People assume
that Damien and Nikki Stark have everything just because they have money. What you see isn’t always what it appears to
be and the perfect life that everyone can see isn’t quite as perfect as they
think. Just when things start to settle down for Damien and Nikki, there is
always someone to step in and remind them that they’re not untouchable.
I was gifted
this book in exchanged for an honest review and there is no way I’d every give
up a chance to catch up with Damien and Nikki.
There are so
many people who think that Damien and Nikki owe them in some shape or form just
because they’re rich. It doesn’t matter
that they have both worked for what they have. They are a power couple with two
adorable little girls. Damien and Nikki
draw strength from each other which makes them strong even with their rocky
past. Damien is all alpha and knows how to ground Nikki when she needs it. On the other hand, Nikki knows what Damien
needs when he feels like things are out of control. Finding alone time with each
other is how Damien and Nikki get through everything.
Life has always
thrown curve balls at Damien and Nikki, but nothing like this has ever happened
to them before. They need to be there
for each other in this trying time or the past that they worked so hard to get
over will come back and ruin everything.
What is so amazing is that their friends are all there for them, working
to make things right. I loved how everyone came together to help out. Even when I thought they might be the one who
is causing all the problems, they stuck around in a sign of support. Damien and
Nikki are blessed to have such good friends.
Julie has
created a world that has drawn me in and hooked me. It doesn’t matter if it’s a
novella or a full length novel, anything about Damien and Nikki or their
friends has me picking up the book. This book pulls in character from Stark
world and gives you a chance to see what they are put to. The twists in this
book kept me on my toes. Just when I
thought I had it figured out a new twist came at me leaving me
dumbfounded. To say that I was surprised
at the end would be understating it.
Julie keeps her readers guessing as to what was going to happen
next. If you haven’t read any of the
books from the Stark Saga then it should the next series on your to read
list.
About the Author
J. Kenner (aka Julie Kenner) is the New York Times, USA Today, Publishers Weekly, Wall Street Journal and #1 International bestselling author of over seventy novels, novellas and short stories in a variety of genres.
Though known primarily for her award-winning and international bestselling erotic romances (including the Stark and Most Wanted series) that have reached as high as #2 on the New York Times bestseller list, JK has been writing full time for over a decade in a variety of genres including paranormal and contemporary romance, “chicklit” suspense, urban fantasy, and paranormal mommy lit.
JK has been praised by Publishers Weekly as an author with a “flair for dialogue and eccentric characterizations” and by RT Bookclub for having “cornered the market on sinfully attractive, dominant antiheroes and the women who swoon for them.” A five time finalist for Romance Writers of America’s prestigious RITA award, JK took home the first RITA trophy awarded in the category of erotic romance in 2014 for her novel, Claim Me (book 2 of her Stark Trilogy). Her Demon Hunting Soccer Mom series (as Julie Kenner) is currently in development with AwesomenessTV/Awestruck.
Her books have sold over three million copies and are published in over twenty languages.
In her previous career as an attorney, JK worked as a clerk on the Fifth Circuit Court of Appeals, and practiced primarily civil, entertainment and First Amendment litigation in Los Angeles and Irvine, California, as well as in Austin, Texas. She currently lives in Central Texas, with her husband, two daughters, and two rather spastic cats.
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