The Architect
by
C.A. Bell
(@cbellAtrix09)
#bdsm #erotica #romance
Blurb:
A one night stand? Not if you arrange to
have another.
When Ruth Watson finally decides to break
her depressive state of singleness and get back out on the social scene, the
last thing she expects to happen is meet Mr Right and share a moment of passion
in the middle of the buzzing city… But she does.
After meeting Heath Berkley on her first
venture out after two years of hermit like existence, Ruth’s life suddenly
becomes exciting for the first time. As their meetings become more frequent,
and their love affair blossoms, a common interest between the pair is found.
Agreeing to explore their unveiled kinkier
sides while Heath is in town on business, Ruth finds herself rapidly slipping
under his spell and craving more of him.
But when their journey into the darker side
introduces them to George Randall, things take a sinister turn, and when his
true identity is revealed, Ruth has a hunger for revenge.
Knowing there is only one place she wants
to be, Ruth follows Heath’s disciplinary hand to the Highlands of Scotland, in
hope that his healing arms will squeeze the pain and devious thoughts away. At
least until she has to return to London.
Buy links:
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Excerpt:
As the night progresses, and the tender
does as instructed, I find myself becoming tipsy and more confident as I gaze
at the stubble-chinned guy with the great suit, and
occasionally try to catch his eye. But no such luck.
Turning my back to him and giving myself a
telling off for being so desperate, I notice that the club has grown busier.
With the ever-increasing number of bodies giving off their warmth, the bar
suddenly becomes unbearably hot. I shrug my shoulders high and shake my jacket
down, imprisoning it between my back and the bars on the top of the stool. Then,
tossing my long hair to one side and exposing my bare neck and shoulder, I sit
and watch a couple that have just got up to dance. Their casual swaying soon
turns suggestive, and I keep my eyes glued on them as I blindly reach out for my
glass, grasp it, and place it on my lap.
“Can I buy you a drink?” A warm hand rests
on my naked shoulder.
Turning to see that it’s the dish I have
been ogling all night, I nervously bite my lip and murmur an indecisive, “Umm.”
“I’m not taking no for an answer,” he says
with a smile across his angelic yet troubled face.
My lips curl mischievously. “Well, in that
case, I suppose I’ll have to say yes.”
He lifts his hand to the barman and says,
“Another for the lady, and I’ll join her,” before walking behind me and
creating a breeze that causes goose bumps to rise on the back of my neck.
With my eyes anchored on him as he
straddles the stool beside me and hands the tender a crisp note, my thoughts
become all sorts of inappropriate as I imagine what his fuck face might look
like if I straddled him like he just did that stool.
My filthy thoughts are interrupted when our
drinks are placed in front of us. My God, Ruth, stop it, you hussy.
I refocus my thoughts and thank him for the
beverage as he pushes his hair back from his face. I admire his strong jaw
line, and how he clenches it every now and again as though he is chewing over
his next sentence.
“You’re welcome.” He smiles, holding out
his big manly hand. “I’m Heath.”
I take it without hesitation. “I’m Ruth.” In
my head it’s more like, ‘I’m yours’ as I rip his shirt off his back, and we
have breathless frantic sex like they do in the Hollywood blockbusters. Jesus,
what is the matter with me? I had no idea I was so frustrated.
Author Bio:
C.A.Bell was born and raised on the
outskirts of London, England, but for the past three years has resided in a
much more rural town of Shropshire, where she and her husband married and made
a home.
C.A.Bell is currently working on her second book to follow The Architect, and aspires to be a well-known full-time author.
Links:
Twitter: @cbellAtrix09
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