Cover, Title, & Blurb Reveal
Title: PUSH
Author: Joanna Blake
Release Date: November 15, 2015
Cover: Rebel Edit & Design
Photo: Furious Fotog
Cover Model:Chase Ketron
I'm not just a high class escort, I'm a world class escort. My latest client doesn't know who or what I am. I've been hired to take her virginity, give her an heir and steal her heart. I'm getting close. All she needs is just a little PUSH...
I pleasure wealthy women for money, but that's not just between the sheets. I know the best restaurants, the finest in art and music, the perfect wine to order. I'm well read, smart and discrete. So discrete in fact that I've been hired to deflower the daughter of one of the richest noblemen in all of England. That's how I find myself flying first class to London to seduce her.
Lady Rosalie.
She's the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. And the most innocent. Her religious family has kept her under tight wraps. Now she's of age and feeling a bit rebellious. Who better to take her on the ride of her life than a professional like me? Except I find that when I'm with her, I'm not acting. She makes me want to be bad. But she also makes me want to be good. Good enough for someone like her.
By the time I find out that I've been hired to cause a scandal and shame her, it's too late. But I'm in over my head and so is she. The only way out is to risk it all... I will stop at nothing to make her mine.
PUSH is a stand alone novel with a guaranteed HEA and no cheating!
I knew the exact moment she saw me. A look of relief washed over her face. She walked with just a touch more confidence towards the VIP section.
"Hey."
I pulled her in and kissed her softly. She blinked up at me.
"Hello."
"You look stunning."
"I do?"
She looked like she wasn't sure. How a woman could look like her and not know her own appeal was beyond me. But that was Rosie. She didn't know what she was doing to me.
Not yet.
I was going to have to show her.
"Yes."
I pulled her down to the couch. Rebecca was watching us closely. I mixed everyone a drink from the chilled bottles that were out.
"Champagne? Or vodka?"
Rebecca leaned forward.
"She'll take vodka. Me as well."
I glanced at Rosie. She shrugged, looking like a lost little doe. I poured us each a vodka tonic and handed the girls their drinks. Rebecca downed her drink, nudging Rosie into doing the same.
"Really Rose, Nicholas already paid for all of this, it would be rude not to drink it!"
Of course, she did as she was told. She always did. Rebecca winked at me, waving to her friends. She seemed to know everyone in the place. Apparently she was a regular.
I poured them another drink.
I sipped mine as the girls chugged another drink. It was hard to watch the way Rebecca manipulated her cousin. I was just as guilty though. Soon, I'd be more than guilty.
I'd be complicit.
"Come on, let's dance."
If she was going to get buzzed, at least I could show her a good time. Rosie let me pull her to her feet. I led her to the dance floor, leaving Rebecca to surround herself with young inebriated socialites. We were already in the middle of the floor when I realized she was tugging on my hand.
"Nico- I can't dance!"
Rosie was staring up at me, panic in her huge blue eyes. I stroked my hands over her shoulders. I was about to lay the ground work for later. When I took her virginity. Tonight, if I had anything to say about it.
I smiled reassuringly.
"It's okay, just follow my lead."
I pulled her against me and started to move. I took full advantage of the opportunity to touch her. Her back, her hips, her waist. Her eyes were wide as I started to grind into her.
I wanted her dripping before I took her.
My hands slid under her jacket, holding her in place while I worked my hips against her. I bent forward so my face was against her neck. I breathed against her ear, knowing it had to tickle. In a good way, I hoped.
"See? You're a natural."
She laughed breathlessly and shook her head.
"No, I'm not."
"Do you want to stop?"
"No. It's... nice."
I closed my eyes. Damn her, she was making my conscience raise its ugly head. I was more interested in taking care of my other head right now. I wanted her. Badly.
I hadn't even taken a Viagra.
I was having a hard time controlling myself. I told myself it was because I hadn't been with anyone since my last client session, but that was a lie. It was her.
To hell with it.
"Do you want some air? I have a limo outside."
"I don't want to leave Rebecca."
"She's fine- look at her."
I pointed to the VIP section where our table was now flooded with people helping themselves to our bottle service. It might as well have been LA or New York. People were the same everywhere.
Rosie looked outraged though.
"Nico! They're drinking it all!"
I smiled at her.
"I don't mind."
I guided her through the club to the entrance and outside. The air was cool, clearing my head a little. Then I looked at her.
Those long legs, her tight body and huge eyes. It was too much.
"Come on."
I opened the limo door and climbed in behind her. I didn't give either one of us a chance to stop and think. I pulled her against me and started to kiss her.
No, I devoured her.
My hands ran wild as I inhaled her lips, pulling her tongue into my mouth. I could taste the lime and booze on her fresh breath. Her skin and hair smelled incredible. The way she felt in my hands was something else entirely.
Smooth. Sweet. Perfect.
Mine.
I guided her back down onto the cushion, crawling on top of her. I groaned at the feel of her beneath me. My shaft was twitching in my pants, ready to break free and impale her.
More than anything on Earth, I wanted to sink my cock inside her and never come out again.
Except I did have to come out. This was a job. A six week assignment.
I couldn't do a thing about it. One word from Rebecca and she would never speak to me again. I realized it didn't matter though. If I could only have her now, I wanted to take as much as I could get.
Suck the marrow out of life.
She was soft and pliant in my hands as I stroked her, running my hands up and down her long silky legs.
That was it.
I was going to hell.
But I couldn't do it. I couldn't take her like this. Not her first time.
"Can I take you to my hotel room? Please, Rosie."
She bit her lip and nodded.
I rapped on the glass.
"The Concorde please."
Joanna Blake loves good old fashioned romance, men who open doors and work with their hands. Hot Blooded Heroes is a series of sizzling stories about True Blue American men and the women who love them. She's thrilled to be collaborating with Pincushion Press on her new series! Come along for the ride!
XoX,
Joanna
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