Blog Tour: Stone Wear by Marilyn Lakewood
Book: Stone Wear
By Marilyn Lakewood
Genre: Erotic Romance/BDSM
When a woman who loves too deeply meets
a man who doesn’t love at all, something's got to give.
32 year old photographer, Jillian
Ingram, fills the emptiness in her life with single-minded commitment
to work. After the death of her dominant husband, she avoids all
reminders of her past and denies her yearning to submit to another
man…but when masterful Nick Colton promises to fulfill three of her
deepest fantasies, it’s a temptation she can’t refuse. He’s the
perfect Dom – hardcore, generous, and temporary. His offer of a
weekend affair suits her perfectly, because for a long-term
relationship, Jillian needs the one thing that Nick can’t
give…love.
37 year old Nick Colton doesn’t
want romance. Burned by a recent divorce, all he requires now is a
night or a weekend with a woman who likes cuffs, clamps, and hard
sex. No talk of long-term relationships and especially love. He’s
given up finding that one special submissive who’s strong enough to
surrender to his control—until he meets Jillian, the woman of his
hottest fantasies. But Jillian’s commitment to her career is as
strong as Nick’s aversion to relationships, and when their weekend
ends, they must each decide if a commitment to temporary should be a
commitment to forever.
Marilyn and her husband live in the
northwest U.S., not too far from the Canadian border. She thinks the
long, cold winters are perfect “writing weather.” Most of the
time, she doesn’t mind the short days, or the snow—except when
she needs to drive in a blizzard, in the dark.
Marilyn started writing sexy stories
“just for fun” and she’ll joyously admit she’s obsessed with
creating hard-core dominant heroes and happily-ever-after endings.
Writing erotic romance lets her explore
love, passion, and sex, through the lens of different characters and
settings. It’s also a way to keep her imagination kindled during
the September to March “cold snap.” Marilyn loves music, flowers,
sci-fi and romance movies, and taking daily walks with Precious, her
rescued dog.
She’s a country girl at heart, and
although she imagines travelling to distant, romantic shores, her
favorite place is home with her family.
Excerpt - R Rated
*Warning Explicit
Content*
Nick stood and held out his hand to
her. “It’s only eight-thirty. Let’s go for a walk out
front.”
Unable to resist, Jill put her hand in
Nick’s and let him tug her to her feet. He wants to collect
the kiss I promised. She searched his handsome face, trying to
pinpoint why he affected her so much. What did she know about him? He
desired her, definitely. He was generous, intelligent, and dominant
all the way through. What she didn’t know was everything
else—about his divorce, his job, his life.
He didn’t know her, either. She
wasn't ready to divulge any secrets, but the fact remained that if he
knew what type of woman she'd been in the past, and still was inside,
he might not be so intent on her.
Jacob had said that loving her was the
most exquisite, consuming, and satisfying thing he had ever done―but
not always easy. He’d told her if anything ever happened to him,
she had to choose a man strong enough to give her what she needed.
“Come on, babydoll.” Nick led her
off the front porch and ambled down the drive, holding her hand.
“Let’s start working on this.”
“This?” she asked, glancing up at
him.
He swung her around and into his
embrace. “Yes, this.”
His mouth slanted over hers and his
hand threaded through her hair, holding her head. His other arm
snugged her against his torso while his lips caressed and controlled
her mouth. He nibbled her bottom lip and his hand shifted to her jaw,
urging her to open for him. When she did, his tongue pushed inside,
stroking, exploring, claiming. Their warm breath mingled, their lips
fused in passionate foreplay. Her sex clenched, her knees wobbled,
and she sagged against him.
Sweet sin! The man knew how to kiss. He
crushed her body to his, holding her up, plundering and demanding
surrender. She moaned, and he kissed her harder. He captured her
against his muscled chest, shifting their bodies until he had her
back against the trunk of a towering evergreen.
“That's it, woman.” He lifted her
and fit his hips between her thighs, then guided one of her legs
around his waist. His lips and teeth worked down the column of her
throat and his hand slid under her camisole. He touched her bare
breast.
She jolted.
So did he.
“Hell.” He thumbed the discrete
ring that pierced her nipple. “I’m going to lose it right here.”
“You like my piercings?”
He chuffed. “Damn straight. I’ve
been hard since I noticed the jewelry yesterday morning.” He kept
his hand on her breast and used the other hand to tilt her face to
his. His stormy eyes seduced her as much as the thick erection pushed
against her clit. “I want to get inside you and make you scream.”
She blushed, self-conscious. “I never
scream.” A part of her wanted him to try though. He might be what
she needed to soar, to finally get past her self-imposed reserve and
restraint. But right now, he was too much too fast.
“You will for me.” He kissed her
again, keeping his hips tight against hers. For another cherished
moment, she let herself enjoy it. His mastery thrilled her. Moisture
dampened her thighs and the crotch of her shorts.
Her body wanted him. Lust, pure and
simple.
What if she trusted him with her
innermost desires and he didn’t understand? The odds were against
finding someone as strong as Jacob. Twice in a lifetime, just didn’t
happen. She hadn't really looked for someone else because she didn't
want to settle for something less in a relationship. It would feel
dishonest and only disappoint both parties.
“I can't.” She pushed Nick's arms
to stop him. He felt too good. Too strong and confident,
and too much like someone she would desire all the time. Her body
sang when he touched her or even looked at her. A ricochet of
unsettling emotions blasted through the lustful haze and cooled her
fever. “No.”
~
Nick marshaled up every scrap of
willpower he possessed and forced himself to stop. Fuck, this
girl did it for him. His lungs heaved. His body shook and his
cock ached, tight with blood…but he had to slow down. She wasn’t
ready yet.
When he swung her up into his arms, he
savored her sweet little gasp of surprise and the way she clung like
a little koala bear around his neck. He pressed his mouth to her
forehead and breathed in the scent of her hair. “Yes, you'll
scream―but not because a damned tree is rubbing you raw. If
anything makes you scream, it’s going to be me shoved deep in your
tight little body.”
Hi there,
ReplyDeleteThank you so much for featuring Stone Wear at your lovely blogspot. It's a pleasure to be here. ♥