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Sweet Ultimatum -- Out now from Ellora’s Cave Publishing
Six years ago, Caitlin Madison broke off her relationship with Selig Richardson, sending him away disillusioned and bitter. Now, he has returned to New Eden, WA demanding retribution for her cruel rejection. The payment: her body.
Unknown to Selig, Caitlin has harbored a deadly secret all these years. And as love awakens with each passionate encounter, so does the danger. Once again, Caitlin is forced to make a choice between a future with the man she's never stopped loving or crush his heart...and save his life.
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“Sweet Ultimatum” has been receiving awesome reviews! You love me! You really love me! LOL! Read on to see what’s being said!
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“Sweet Ultimatum has all the elements necessary in a modern erotic thriller: amazing lead characters, evil lurking around the corner, and passion…I look forward to more from Ms. Simone.” —Just Erotic Romance Reviews, 4 ½ stars!
“Debut author Naima Simone has started out with a bang! Her first release Sweet Ultimatum was a phenomenal book that I took great pleasure in reading. The plot contained one excitingly dark twister after another and numerous passion-filled love-making encounters that will leave you breathless.” —Fallen Angel Reviews, November Recommended Read, 5 stars!
“If you like your sex hot and plentiful, this is the book for you… This novel starts off with a sexual bang, but there is definitely a story in there, and the author does a good job of combining sex and story. I will be looking for more work by this author.” —Book Wenches, 4 stars!
Please read the excerpt from Sweet Ultimatum! This is an unedited version from the book. Also, a bit of a warning: This excerpt is intended for mature adults over the age of 18. In other words, if you don’t like steamy descriptions of hot, sexual tension with explicit language, whatever you do…DO NOT READ. Otherwise, by all means, read the excerpt below!
“Hello, Caitlin.”
Caitlin Madison’s eyes drifted close as if she could shut out the sound of that oh-so-familiar voice. She shivered. How could she have forgotten the erotic power it wielded? The dark velvet wrapped her in its sensual embrace and whispered wicked promises she knew he was more than capable of delivering on. Who was she kidding? She choked back a bitter laugh. She’d never forgotten.
“Come now, sweetheart,” Selig Richardson chided behind her, the soft chuckle and heavy sarcasm making a mockery of the endearment, “You can’t even turn around and give me a proper hello? I’m disappointed.”
Yeah, right. Steeling herself, she opened her eyes and inhaled a deep breath, allowing the mask she’d adopted over the last six years to drop into place.
“Selig,” Caitlin turned to him, the black satin of her skirt swishing around her calves. “It’s good to see you again.” See-lic. She savored the unique flavor of his name and rolled it silently on her tongue.
Around her the low and steady drone of the wedding guests blurred together with the soft, muted notes of Kenny G until even they faded into nothingness and only the frantic beating of her heart remained. She struggled to keep the unaffected charade intact while her dry mouth, damp palms and thundering pulse mocked her efforts.
God, he was beautiful.
Her body quickened to painful life, awakening from its long slumber. Molten heat snaked a devastating trail from breasts gone heavy with arousal to pool between her thighs. Evidence of her excitement gathered on the swollen folds of her sex. The blood rushed through her veins and in that moment she felt more alive than she had in years. Six years to be exact. Unfair. Her fingers curled into fists at her side. So damn unfair that her body responded like Pavlov’s dogs at just the sight of him.
He still had the face of an angel. The gleaming chocolate brown wings of hair framing his face were new. The short curly locks of six years ago were gone, instead falling in heavy waves to his chin. Still, the dark slash of eyebrows, the exotic golden gaze, sharply hewn cheekbones and carnal mouth were the same. Damn, that mouth. She remembered well the havoc those full, wicked lips wielded with sinful skill. Angelic, his countenance may be, but he exuded the intense sexuality of Lucifer himself.
“Really,” he drawled. With a sudden shift of his body, Selig leaned closer, his lips hovering over her ear as if to impart some secret. “How pretty you lie, Caitlin,” he whispered, the dark strands of his hair brushing her cheek, the firm fullness of his lips caressing the shell of her ear. “Then you always could do pretty things with those lips.”
A hot fist of lust punched the breath from her lungs. Her dream slammed into her. Her lips stretched around his erection, sucking it deep. Her tongue stroking the sensitive skin beneath the throbbing hood. Her thighs clenched.
Her fingers curled into tight fists at her side, the fingernails biting into the tender flesh of her palm. The sharp bite of pain gifted her with enough clarity and focus to maintain the façade of aloof calm she schooled her features into.
“No reply?” Selig stepped back, amusement quirking a corner of his mouth. The humor did not reach the piercing, hawk-like stare burning into her. Not only did Selig share the same eye color as the bird of prey, but like the predator, his sharp gaze missed nothing. It never had. And, he would surely glimpse the hunger clawing at her with a ferocity only he had been able to bring to life.
Caitlin wrenched her eyes away from his, afraid of what they would reveal.
“I’m not going to bother giving an insult like that a response.” Her voice didn’t tremor, concealing the turbulence of lust and fear whirling inside her like a devastating tornado. She would’ve sent a thankful prayer up to God, but they had been on the outs for a while now.
“Not an insult, sweetheart. A compliment.” Arousal brightened his gaze. His lashes lowered, taking on a slumberous, sexy expression that set her heart to pounding. The furious pulse vibrated in her clit, the small, sensitive button of flesh swelling against the lace of her thong. Even the slightest movement of her thigh would probably detonate a mini-orgasm and have her on fire for more. Damn. He could almost make her come from a look. One. Look.
Oh, she wanted it. She wanted it bad. The empty releases from her own fingers and sexual toys in the deepest darkness of night couldn’t compare to the almost-orgasm Selig gave her with his eyes alone.
“Selig!” The rumbling tone of McKenzie “Mac” Dunn’s voice snatched Caitlin from her traitorous thoughts. She could have thrown her arms around her best friend’s new husband and wept with gratitude. Before his interruption, she’d come so close to begging Selig to…to what? Make her come? Touch her and push the loneliness back for one night? Pretend he still loved her? Ignorant to his status of lifesaver, Mac pulled Selig into a back-slapping hug, a wide grin splitting his handsome face. “Selig, I can’t believe you’re finally here! I was beginning to give up hope you would make it.”
Selig’s knowing stare lingered on her one final moment before shifting his attention to his best friend. A sigh of relief eased past her lips. Relief and maybe a taste of disappointment. Damn, she needed therapy. It were as if two people inhabited her body from the moment he’d approached her. And the sex addict that would do anything for a hit of him vied for prominence with the cautious, cool-headed woman who remembered why she broke up with him in the first place—and why that reason remained as valid now as it did that Friday evening six years ago.
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