“How did you like not breathing?” I don’t even have words for that so I just stare back and wonder what else he’s got in his box of sexual tricks, who knew not breathing was one of them? “Quite debilitating isn’t it? Somewhat euphoric though in the right moment.”
I’m still panting for air, and again, no fucking words at all, only some strange quivering that continues to ride itself all over my skin as I try to bring some semblance of order back to my frazzled brain.
“I think I’ll have a pole installed in the bedroom,” Oh Christ he was watching me! My eyes widen, “Quite the performance,” he says as he slowly pulls out of me and reaches to straighten my jeans. I shuffle them back up and do my belt up as he sorts himself out.
Why I’m suddenly embarrassed of my dancing is beyond me so I drop my head a little and watch him running his hands through his literally just fucked dark hair with a permanent smile on his handsome face. He slants his eyes toward me, “Are you looking at the floor Miss Scott?” he says with that rising brow of his, “because we both know how I feel about that,” my head shoots up again.
“Yes, I just.... I didn’t know you were watching,” I reply as I sink back to the wall for balance and chew my thumbnail, mortified is not the word, but at least he’s not angry or some other ferocious emotional response.
“How could I not?” he says as he moves towards me, “You were hot as hell and completely immoral, I don’t think I’ve ever seen something so lust worthy.”
Okay well I can feel better about myself then, clearly I’m not bad at that pole thing, and Christ he looks good, I so want him...... again. My core clenches fiercely as I look at his shoulders moving off then glance at his hands, all I want is for him to bend me over and do his worst, show me everything he’s got. I can’t even process my thoughts as to why but I know I want it, anyway he chooses.
“I think I need fucking again,” I blurt out without thinking as he extends his hand for mine. Even I can’t believe I’ve said it, and as I watch his eyes swing back to me sharply I groan at the snarl that meets me. He’s immediate in his glare of darkness, everything disappears apart from his eyes and the sudden proximity of his hand at my throat.
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Seeing WHITE (Book One In The White Trilogy)
Alexander White, the wealthy business man with looks to die for. Just like the other colours you’d think.......but no.
He came from a very different place and made some of his money a very different way.
And he keeps it well hidden because the truth would destroy everything he has. All that he’s worked for would be gone in an instant if they ever found out what he’s capable of, or what he really did and who he did it for. So he keeps people far away with metaphorical games and walls to deceive and confuse.
He doesn’t do relationships, he doesn’t do emotions and he certainly doesn’t do love..... whatever the hell that might be.
He does money. Making it, manipulating it and spending it whist he plays with women who know what they’re signing up for when they walk in the room.
Three people shaped who he is today. One damaged him beyond repair, another taught him to control the rage, and a decent one helps him to consider his options more appropriately than his own head might allow.
But be under no illusions ladies, Mr White has not been a nice man, and he will probably never be a decent man but as long as he keeps up his image, and nothing gets through his barriers, no one will ever see the truth.
Life’s good for Elizabeth Scott, successful business, happy kitchen and a great sister who deals with all the expensive people so she doesn’t have to. She just cooks, bakes and smiles her way through each day......well most of the time anyway, that is when her great sister isn’t pushing her to, “get out there a bit more,” or “sort her shit out.”
Then the biggest contract of their lives comes up..... And the ever useless London tube, with her sister in it, catastrophically breaks down. Unfortunately that means only one thing, she’ll have to deal with some of that wealth herself and that means the devastating Mr Alexander White in all his glory.
Life suddenly couldn’t get worse, regardless of his unfairly gorgeous backside.
She has no idea what the hell she’s doing.
Charlotte is an erotic romance author living in the heart of the Shropshire countryside in Great Britain with her partner and daughter. She’s lived all across the United Kingdom due to her previous employment as an Event manager but finally settled in a small town that still reeks of old school England. She graduated from college with a degree in Business and her Horse Riding Instructors Qualification which eventually led her into the very bizarre world of outdoor pursuit’s event management where she trained to instruct all sorts of equipment. Some of which included crossbows, shotguns, quad bikes, 4x4 driving and archery, she’s not entirely sure how any of it happened but knows that she adored every minute.
Her love of reading started in college but the call to writing came much later in life after the birth of her daughter when she finally had the chance to put pen to paper for the first time. Writing has become a revolution for the soul and she cherishes every second that she’s sitting at the laptop and tapping her way into a new character.
When not writing she enjoys socialising with close friends and travelling to all the major cities across the globe, travel has always been a constant companion to reading throughout her life and only increases her thirst for stimulation.
With the release of her novel Seeing White, the first part of the White Trilogy, she intends to spend the next year enjoying every element of being a published author and learning as much as she can. She also very much looks forward to hopefully meeting some fans at some point.