Publication date: December 6th 2016
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance
I know the game. I know the angle. I know how to make you beg.
My hands on your body, my mouth hovering over yours—I’ll tell you everything you want to hear. Ten inches of real estate never felt so good.
But don’t take my word for it. My client list is long and my motto is short—one single thrust and you’re mine. I’m not good at what I do, I’m fantastic. But satisfaction doesn’t come cheap. So open your wallet and prepare to forget your name. I’m about to ruin you for any other man.
One single thrust and you’re mine.
It was like every other charity event. Posers, older women in heels, money and a solid display of Botox—with one exception.
Her ass was fucking perfect.
Small waist that swelled into round hips and an honest-to-God heart-shaped ass. The whole package was wrapped in a tight black dress, fuck-me heels and legs that went on for days.
I made my way toward those sexy curves because I needed to see the face attached to that body. I walked right up behind her and leaned toward her ear. No perfume. Just soap, shampoo, and pure intoxicating woman. “Buy you a drink, beautiful?” Anticipation made my mouth water as I waited for her to turn around.
She was fucking gorgeous. Deep blue eyes, dark brown silky hair pinned up, her tits matched the luscious swell of her hips and her scowl made my dick come to life.
“It’s an open bar,” she said dryly.
A grin spread across my face like it was Christmas morning. Goddamn, I loved a challenge. “Did I say here?” I winked.
She forced a smile. “Check out the paintings. There are plenty left to bid on, Mr.…? I’m sorry, I didn’t catch your name.”
“I didn’t introduce myself.” Five minutes alone with her. That’s all I needed to turn her into a client.
“Right. Well, enjoy your evening.” She pivoted and walked away.
Sybil Bartel grew up in Northern California with her head in a book and her feet in the sand. She dreamt of becoming a painter but the heady scent of libraries with their shelves full of books drew her into the world of storytelling. She loves the New Adult genre, but any story about a love so desperately wrong and impossibly beautiful makes her swoon.
Sybil now resides in Southern Florida and while she doesn’t get to read as much as she likes, she still buries her toes in the sand. If she isn’t writing or fighting to contain the banana plantation in her backyard, you can find her spending time with her handsomely tattooed husband, her brilliantly practical son and a mischievous miniature boxer…
Here are ten things you probably really want to know about Sybil.
She grew up a faculty brat. She can swear like a sailor. She loves men in uniform. She hates being told what to do. She can do your taxes (but don’t ask). The Bird Market in Hong Kong freaks her out. Her favorite word is desperate…or dirty, or both—she can’t decide. She has a thing for muscle cars. But never reply on her for driving directions, ever. And she has a new book boyfriend every week—don’t tell her husband.
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