Release Day: Besotted by Georgia Le Carre
Georgia
Le Carre
Georgia
Le Carre lives in England, in an old 19th century romantic
cottage surrounded by a magical garden filled with fruit and walnut
trees.
When she is not
feeding words into her laptop, she is either curled up in bed with a
box of chocolates and a good read, or lost in a long walk in the
woods. Especially on moonlit nights. And often with the man of her
dreams.
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ISBN kindle: Besotted
978-0-9928249-4-5
ISBN
kindle: Seduce Me 978-0-9928249-7-6
Besotted
(The
Billionaire Banker Series – Book 3)
AN
EROTIC ROMANCE
(18+
due to mature themes and sexual content)
In
Forty 2 Days we cheered as we learned of Lana's opportunity for a
second chance to put things right with our wounded hero, Blake. We
read with joy at the news of baby Sorab's birth, and with tension in
our bodies as the spirited Lana fought and finally overcame the might
of Blake's powerful family to win the heart of the man she
adored.
But Lana still needs answers to many burning questions?
The secrets are many and tangled? Will she get the answers she seeks?
Blake finally lays it on the line to Victoria, and declares his true love for Lana, but will that be the end of the matter?
Then there is the re-appearance of Marcus.
Can Lana keep her resolve and overcome all obstacles to claim her man forever?
But Lana still needs answers to many burning questions?
The secrets are many and tangled? Will she get the answers she seeks?
Blake finally lays it on the line to Victoria, and declares his true love for Lana, but will that be the end of the matter?
Then there is the re-appearance of Marcus.
Can Lana keep her resolve and overcome all obstacles to claim her man forever?
Besotted
The knock on the Lanesborough Suite’s door is
firm and unhesitant. I glance at my watch. Very
punctual. I like that. I open the door and…
My, my, she is a beauty: waist-length, straight blonde hair, gorgeous
big eyes. And scarlet lips. Lana almost never
colors her lips so red. She is wearing a long, white coat
belted at the waist and really, really high heels. They
remind me of the shoes Lana wore the first night I met her.
She is chewing gum, though. I hate
that. She must watch too many movies about big-hearted
hookers. I put my hand out, palm outstretched. For
a moment she looks at me, clueless. I raise my eyebrows
and she hurriedly takes the gum out of her mouth and puts it into my
hand. Then she raises her own eyebrows and cheekily
stretches her hand out.
‘Don’t you want to come in first?’ I ask,
amused but not showing it.
‘Of course,’ she says and walks past
me. Her accent is odd. She must be making it up
as she goes along.
I close the door and watch her walk ahead of
me. She has a good walk. I like a woman who can
walk with grace. She stops in front of the low table where
there is a platter of fresh fruit and a bottle of champagne cooling
in an ice bucket, then turns around to face me. For a
moment I am distracted by the picture she makes standing in the
agreeably English decor of traditional prints and chintzes teamed
with bold choices of acid greens and Schiaparelli pinks.
‘I’m sorry, what’s your name?’
‘Rumor.’
I smile. The name suits her. She
looks like a rumor. Couldn’t possibly be true.
‘Would you like a glass of champagne?’
She lifts one foot and lets it swing back. It
is impossibly erotic. ‘I’d like to be paid first.’
I don’t react to the provocation. ‘The
money is by the lamp.’
She glances at the neat pile of money as she
works the two buttons on her coat. The coat lands on the sofa behind
her. She is wearing a very short white
dress. Wordlessly, she turns away from me and bends
from the waist, so her ass is pushed out and her skirt rides up to
where her smooth thighs indent and I glimpse the other thing I had
specified—a freshly waxed pussy. The lips are already
swollen and reddened, and as I watch moisture starts to gather.
Immediately I am hard as hell.
Slowly, holding that position, she counts the
money. The desire to ram her while she is counting her
money is strong, but I resist. She puts the last note on
top of the pile she has counted, and turns to face me.
‘All there?’
‘Yeah,’ she says slowly, her acquired
accent undergoing another change. ‘All there.’
I move towards her and put my hand between her
legs. Obligingly, she parts them and my fingers start to
play with the soaking flesh.
‘So Rumor, what shall we do with you?’
‘Mr. Barrington—’
‘Blake,’ I say persuasively, as I continue
to explore the silky, wet folds.
Seduce
Me
(The
Billionaire Banker Series – Book 4)
AN
EROTIC ROMANCE
(18+
due to mature themes and sexual content)
Coming Early June
Lana
has chosen Billie and her friend Julie Sugar to be her bridesmaids
and preparations are under way as the big day draws ever closer for
the besotted couple. Billie loves Lana and would do anything for her,
but Julie's feelings are more concealed as she hides a shocking
secret from her friend.
Though Lana believes she has sidestepped Blake's treacherous ex to win her man, storm clouds are never far away where Victoria is concerned.
Will all go smoothly for the lovers on their big day?
Or is there unforeseen drama that may yet still spoil the couple's happily ever after
Though Lana believes she has sidestepped Blake's treacherous ex to win her man, storm clouds are never far away where Victoria is concerned.
Will all go smoothly for the lovers on their big day?
Or is there unforeseen drama that may yet still spoil the couple's happily ever after
Seduce
Me
‘What about BDSM? Are you going to
teach me something about that?’
He looks at me over the rim of his
glass. ‘Why? Are you interested in being a
submissive?’
‘I don’t know. I could be. What
is it?’
‘It’s a game.’
‘I like games. Start me off and
I’ll tell you if I like it.’
He stops smiling, his eyes change,
darken. Very deliberately he positions his hand right in
front of him, tips his glass sideways and allows the liquid in it to
pour onto the table. I watch the puddle grow on the
table. At some point before the glass is empty he stops
pouring. I lift my eyes from the spill and look at
him. His eyes are expressionless, watchful. The
silence stretches. I break it. ‘Well?’
‘Clean it up,’ he says.
‘What?’
‘I don’t need to repeat myself, do I? It
is a punishable offence.’
For a moment I feel confused. Was
this the thing that has everybody hot up the collar? Do I
want to be his little slave? The answer is obvious and
immediate. I don’t. Definitely not. But
I’ll let it play a little more and see where this little game
goes. I turn towards the paper towels.
‘Not with the paper towel.’ His
voice cracks like a whip.
I turn towards him slowly. Our
eyes clash, a look of impatience about his. What does he
want me to do? Clean the table with my tongue? The
thought is unsexy, off putting. ‘With what then?’
He leans back and folds his arms across his
chest. ‘With your sex.’
And suddenly I am wet. The idea is
shocking but incredibly, unbelievably erotic. I step out
of my knickers and walk towards him. I pull myself onto
the table and opening my legs slightly so he can see what I am doing
slowly drag my sex across the spill. Something flashes in
his eyes. When I have dragged myself across the liquid I
stop and look to him.
He nods slowly. ‘You, he says, and
there is a touch of admiration in his voice, ‘are an excellent
pupil. You never do more than what you are instructed to
do.’
I say nothing. Just hold myself in
that position.
‘Now spread your legs,’ he orders.
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