AN ACCIDENTAL AFFAIR
Liliana Batchelor Series #1
Holly Blackstone
Released March 2013
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Two souls meet at a
dark railroad crossing… there's no hint this night will be the beginning - and
end - of everything.
Lily doesn't exist any more - old
Lily, anyway. That night made her different, rewrote her life, tore up
everything she thought she knew and understood.
How do you go back to normal after
you've met someone who has turned your life upside down? When you fear the
passionate connexion but don't want to live for anything else? When those few
moments were the most intense and intimate of your life and it was the barest
taste of what you could have together?
How do you find the strength to not
run away from something that has the power to shatter your heart?
Note: This book contains explicit
sexual content, graphic language and situations that some readers may find
objectionable (including spanking and bondage). Content intended for adults
only.
What
readers are saying:
"It took forever to find a book
last night on my Kindle. To find that perfect Alpha male character. Stuart is
the one."
"Really enjoying the strong
alpha possessive male qualities of Stuart, Liliana is no simpering girl, their
connection and the way the author visualizes that to the reader are really
impressive. Did I mention it is smokin' hot?! Really pleasantly surprised with
this one, reminds me at times of In Flight series among others."
EXCERPT
She walks through the ballroom and heads to the exit and the elevators. Suddenly a voice breaks
the relative quiet.
“I thought
you were going to bed.”
The voice
gives her goosebumps - Stuart. She turns and he saunters
towards her, jacket gone, his lean yet strong physique now obvious through his
shirt.
Lily’s
smile is wiped off her face instantly. She feels guilty for turning him down
earlier, and he seems annoyed
that she lingered at the reception rather than visiting with him.
“It was my
intent at the time”, she says defiantly.
“Well,
since you’re still awake…” He walks past her and presses the elevator button.
“…we’ll go to my suite and continue the conversation.” He takes her elbow and steers her to the open door. She’s
in that intoxicating bubble again; his touch is exciting and his assurance is
overpowering. Nearly.
“No, I
don’t think so”, Lily says, and taps the button marked ‘6’.
Stuart
presses the Penthouse level button, but she ignores this. “Is there a reason?”,
he asks. The doors close.
“Because I
really am tired now, and sessions start at nine
to-morrow.” She replies determinedly.
The floors
begin to tick by. “But you don’t have to attend every session. No one ever does
at these things.”
“That’s not
the point”, she says. The number five ticks by on the floor display.
He turns
her around so she is facing him. His touch seems to melt her will. “I almost
think you’re avoiding me.” The bells sound and the doors open behind her. Lily casts her eyes over her shoulder and
down the hallway to her room. Stuart is still holding onto her arms and she
isn’t trying to pull away.
She turns
to look him in the eyes as the doors begin to close
behind her.
“Why?”, she
asks in a whisper, searching his
features, wishing she had more willpower.
He lifts a
hand and caresses the side of her face and her breath intakes sharply at his touch. “I
want to get to know you”, he says softly and continues to stroke her hair.
There is a chime and the door opens.
He turns
her around and places his
arm across her back as they exit the elevator.
The
Penthouse lobby is small and leads to a hallway. There is one
door along each side and another one
at the far end that says, ‘Hotel Staff Only’. Stuart walks towards the door on the right,
and the attendant standing discreetly in the lobby rushes to catch up to him.
“Good
evening, Mr…”, but Stuart quiets him with a
shake of his head. The door opens and Stuart ushers Lily inside and after a professional
‘Good Evening’, the attendant closes the door after them. Lily hears Stuart
lock it and there is now a lump in her throat.
“You know”,
she begins nervously, “I’m here for the next few days, we could do this another night.” Being alone with him
is daunting - a mixture of trepidation and desire.
“Come. I’ll
make you a drink.”
“I think
I’ve probably had enough for the night…”
“I was just
going to have a wee nip”, he says in his incredibly sexy accent as he walks to
the wet bar tucked into the right of the
living room.
“Okay, fine,
but just a little”, she cautions. Lily steps towards the windows that fill the wall in front of her.
“This is
AMAZING”, she says emphatically as she turns her head to Stuart. The wide eyes
and smile on her face are enough to make him break into a grin.
“It is at
that.” He walks around the bar, a glass in each hand. He narrows his eyes at
her. “How do you like your scotch?”, he
asks playfully.
“Neat!”,
she replies without hesitation and he hands the drink over.
“Liliana”,
he says softly and she looks up at the sound of her name. Their eyes lock and
he raises his glass.
“Thank
you”, he says, and the tone is so tender and earnest it nearly brings tears to
her eyes. “Thank you for saving my life.” He reaches his left hand up and his
finger tips touch her cheek lightly. Lily lowers her lids, relishing the
sensation, trying to burn the feeling and the words into her head.
She opens
her eyes to see him watching her. She raises her glass and clinks with his and
takes a sip.
“Mmmm”. The
strong taste of iodine and the smokiness of the peat fill her mouth, and her lips and tongue begin to tingle. The scotch warms a path to
her stomach and leaves her with a contented feeling. “Perfect.”
Stuart is
still lightly touching her cheek and trails his fingers to her lips, watching
her reaction intently. She
doesn’t move as his thumb brushes against her mouth, and then he slides his
hand and is cupping her cheek. She
hears the clank of his tumbler as it touches the tabletop and he
removes the glass from her hand.
He leans
into her; she can smell the scotch on his breath as he slowly moves his lips to
hers. Lily’s breath catches in her throat, her pulse is racing, and she feels
her stomach twist expectantly.
He pauses;
their mouths are a hairsbreadth apart, and she realises he’s prolonging it, relishing this
moment of anticipation. A burning desire for him has taken up residence in her
abdomen; she longs for his kiss and leans forward but he maintains the
distance.
“Is this
what you were afraid of?” His voice is sexy - low and rough. His breath
envelops her like a shroud
of silk - seductive, soft.
“Yes”, she
gasps out.
His mouth
parts in a brief smile and then his lips are on hers, as soft and sensual as
she feared. His hand at her cheek urges her mouth open and he plunges his
tongue into her, mingling with the remnants of
the scotch, tickling her tongue while
his right hand rests on her hip. He is overwhelming; she has never been kissed
like this, forcefully and passionately.
Her left hand comes up and touches his face
and he melts into her palm, their bodies pressed against one another, their
mouths still joined.
Finally,
reluctantly, he pulls away.
“Was that
so terrible?”, he growls.
Lily nods.
“It was everything I feared.” His mouth turns up in a smile and he reaches for his glass and takes another sip of scotch.
“When do
you need to be at your first seminar?”, he asks and trails his fingers along
the edge of the table in front of the window. He stares at her as she’s seen
predators eye prey.
“I should
be there at nine, Stuart”, she replies and takes a drink from her glass. What is wrong with
her? She craves him like a thirsty man would yearn for water and yet she’s trying to
find excuses to leave.
You fear
his intensity. That
much is true. She turns to look out the magnificent windows; Edinburgh Castle
is in the distance, lights marking angles into sharp relief.
He’s behind
her now, and uses the most delicate of touches to brush her hair aside. He
leans down towards her ear and whispers. “What if I asked you to stay?” Her knees weaken and he puts an arm
around her waist, pulling her to him. She can feel his erection pressing
against her back and moistness is pooling between her legs.
He begins
to kiss her hair. “Stay”, he says as he drinks in the scent of her hair and the
faint aroma of her arousal. It’s more intoxicating than anything he’s had to
drink that night.
“Stuart…”,
she wants to protest. He’s
so sexy and I do want him so terribly, terribly bad.
There is
the distant clacking of heels and then Lily
hears a throat clear. “Mister… Sir,
there has been a break-in.”
He turns
his head, his arm still firmly around Lily’s waist. She can feel the strength
in his muscles, the hardness of his chest against her back.
“When?”
“Just now.”
He turns
Lily around so she is facing him. “I need to, I HAVE to deal with this. Please.
Just give me a short while.”
He takes
her head in his hands and kisses her forehead before turning to follow Ava.
Lily can hear the click of footsteps receding into the distance. As quickly and
quietly as she can manage, she picks up her purse and heads to the front doors.
She nods to the attendant, calls the elevator and takes it down to her floor.
Lily is
exhausted – emotionally wrung out. She closes the curtains, locks the door and
readies for bed in record time. She sets her alarm and turns off the ringer on
her phone. Tonight was completely unexpected; what would to-morrow bring?
Holly
Blackstone has
been writing stories and poetry since she was seven and has always been an avid
reader. She enjoys cooking, painting, reading, blogging, music, writing,
dancing and gardening, and lives in the Pacific Northwest, just outside of
Seattle.
Holly
enjoys exploring how her hero and heroine grow when faced with adversity, and
believes erotica can not only be sexy and sensual, but contain rich characters
and tell a compelling story.
She
enjoys interacting with readers and discussing her books and what motivates the
people in her stories.
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