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Series: Teaching Willow: Session 2
Author: Paige James
Publication Date: April 8, 2014
Hosted by: Wordsmith Publicity
About the book:
Infatuated. That’s how it began.
Desperate. That’s when it escalated.
Addicted. That’s what I’ve become.
Just when I think that I’ve discovered the one thing I wouldn’t do for Ebon, the one extreme to which I would not go, I find myself exceeding it. Looking back with regret, looking forward with dread, and living the now like it’s all I’ve got.
Because it is.
It’s pure bliss. It’s unimaginable hell. It’s all I know, all I want to know. A runaway train that I can’t stop, one that I don’t really want to.
But disaster is coming. It will turn sweet into bitter, deception into devastation. Perfection into wreckage.
Ruin. That’s what’s coming.
Ruin.
Excerpt:
“What time?”
“Eight?”
I do some mental calculating and decide that I can be in
full Sage form by then. “Sounds good.
Can I bring anything?”
“No, I’ve got everything you’ll need,” he says, his voice
little more than a purr.
God, he’s sexy.
“Well, if you change your mind…”
“Oh, I won’t change my mind. There’s nothing I’d like more
than to have you for dinner.”
Did he mean to phrase it that way? “I meant about me bringing something,” I
clarify carefully, not sure how to take it.
“All you need to bring is your appetite. Just come hungry,”
he says slowly.
I don’t know if he means for everything he’s saying to sound
so…evocative or if that’s just how I’m hearing it. Either way, I find myself biting back a
moan.
“I won’t...eat anything until I get there then.”
“Mmmm, the thought of you…eating all by yourself makes me
even hungrier.” His voice is a low
growl, rumbly and hoarse. If I close my
eyes, I can almost imagine him lounging on a bed with his palm over his crotch,
rubbing back and forth over his zipper.
All the while thinking of me.
“You want to watch me…eat?”
I’m breathless. From a simple phone conversation.
“God, yes!”
“Maybe one of these days we can watch each other…eat. Would you like that?” My comment, even my voice surprises me. Who the hell am I turning into?
“Fuuuck,” he moans, the air hissing through his teeth, like
he’s clenching his jaw. “That’s going to
happen. I promise you.”
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Your Perfect Day
Willow: If I could plan a day with Ebon, I would rent a private
cottage deep in the forest in a lush place, like Oregon. There, we would read to each other, feed each
other and make love until we were both exhausted. And then we’d sleep and wake up to do it all over
again. Only in my perfect day, when Ebon breathed my name, he would call me
Willow. Willow, Willow, Willow, over and
over again.
Ebon:
If I could plan the perfect day, I would blindfold Sage and drive her to
a field in the middle of nowhere. I would lead her out into the soft grass,
under the moonlight, and I’d strip her bare.
I’d whisper naughty things to her, but I’d tell her not to say a
word. I would wait until her body was
wet and hot and ready to explode around mine and when I asked her to speak, she
would part those sweet lips and she’d speak Willow’s words to me. And when I looked down into her face,
blindfolded as she moaned my name, I’d see
her beauty, but I’d hear Willow.
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About the author:
My name is Paige James. I'm a fairly shy bookworm and lover of all things romantic and steamy. I'm a wife, a daughter, a sister, a friend, a drinker of wine, an animal advocate (even the ones that look like rodents) and a spinner of tales. Thank you for taking a chance on my work. You're making this working girl's dream come true.
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