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The Facilitator – an erotic romance by Tracie Podger
Blurb:
It started as a game.
Two adults, both lonely; one an expert, the other learning on the quick.
He thought he was giving her what she desired. She hated herself for loving it.
Lauren Perry thought her life was fine. She knew what she wanted and where she was going. That was until her husband left her.
Mackenzie Miller thought his life was fine. He knew what he wanted and he took, always. That was until he broke his own rules.
What would you do if someone gave you the opportunity to experience all of your fantasies?
Lauren Perry decided to find that out.
Contemporary romance for readers over the age of 18
Contains scenes of F/F, M/M/F & light BDSM
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Scheduled for release September 8th 2016
Cover Design – Margreet Asselbergs, Rebel Edit & Design
Model – Burton Hughes
Photographer – Eric Battershell, Eric Battershell Photography
Pre-Order Links:
Amazon UK - http://amzn.to/2azliT1
Amazon US – http://amzn.to/2alpRPx
Nook – Awaiting decision – too hot for Nook!
Excerpt:
He opened the door, swinging it wide, then stepping aside to allow me to enter before him. I walked into the penthouse suit.
“Can I get you another drink?” he asked.
I nodded; my mouth was too dry to form words.
I watched him stride to a cabinet. I heard the tinkle as ice was placed in glasses and then the splash of liquid. He returned with two crystal cut glasses and handed me one.
“More whiskey,” he said. His voice was low, husky.
I took a sip, welcoming the burn as the liquid hit my lips, my tongue, and gently slid down my throat. I cursed the ice as its noise gave away how much my hand was shaking. He took a step closer, then another. He reached up and trailed a finger down my cheek, then over my throat.
“You have for as long as it takes you to drink that whiskey. After that, if you are still here, there’s no turning back,” he said.
I raised the glass to my lips once more and downed it in one. My eyes watered. I glanced to the side of me, reached out, and placed the empty glass on a coffee table. I then stood tall and stared back at him. His lips, slowly, formed a smile, a very wicked smile.
“I don’t know your name,” I said quietly.
“Neither do you need to. Think of this as just one night with a stranger, one night to fulfil your fantasy.”
I didn’t think sex with a stranger had featured high up on my list of fantasies, but the heat coursing through my body and the throbbing between my legs told me otherwise.
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