Genre:
Erotic/Suspense
Publisher: Fiction Vixen Publications
Date
of Publication: March 30, 2014
Word
Count: 27K
Cover
Artist: 3 Rusted Spoons
Book
Description:
Determined to forget her ex-fiancé and gather the
remains of her betrayed heart, Charisma Claiborne scrapes together her hard
earned pennies for a dream trip to Las Vegas.
On her first day in town, she has an accident with an eccentric casino
owner. Enthralled by his good looks, she
falls into his bed for a steamy one night stand.
But Hunt Blackwater is more than a mysterious,
gorgeous casino owner. Rumors of a
Native American curse and a string of inexplicable deaths follow in his wake -
but the most terrifying is his ability to reach right into Charisma’s soul and
make her want the things she’s convinced herself she can do without.
Unwilling to get in over her head, Charisma cuts her
trip short and returns home, but trouble seems to follow her. With remembered whispers of curses in her
ears and the lingering smell of death in her nose, she wonders if she is his
next victim. Things go from puzzling to
harrowing as Charisma comes face to face with the greatest betrayal she could
ever imagine.
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Excerpt:
Charisma
swallowed hard, standing in front of the door to Hunt’s suite. What lay behind it? It was like he was opening the lid to
Pandora’s Box.
Hunt held her
gaze, and took her purse when the door clicked open. “I like being in charge of things. You won’t have a problem with that.”
The carnal
rumble in his voice rekindled a fire deep inside of her that Charisma had
thought was long dead. She’d become so
tired of the struggle to keep her life together; tired of trying to take care
of herself and every situation in her single life. How liberating it would be to surrender control
to this man.
“I don’t have a
problem with it.”
Hunt held out
his hand. “You mentioned a shower.”
He led her down
a hallway to the bathroom. Charisma was
so nervous she hardly noticed the large, jetted tub. Hunt took off his suit jacket and laid it on
the vanity, opened the glass door to the shower and turned on the water. He leaned in, relaxing his posture as he
maintained firm eye contact. “I think
I’ll have you begin by undressing me.”
The shower
seemed to get louder with each passing second. Charisma’s fingers shook as she struggled to
undo each button on his shirt. What was
she doing? She’d never been in a shower
with a man before, nor had she undressed a man.
He pulled the
shirt off, throwing it on the double vanity.
Naked, he would be even more intimidating than, and as gorgeous, as a
god. His tanned chest was sprinkled with
dark hair atop rippling abs. Charisma’s
pulse thudded inside her neck. I’m really going to do this.
“Now. Take off your clothes. All of them.”
His voice was sharp.
Charisma
couldn’t look him in the eye, as she reached around to unzip her skirt. She
allowed it to fall to the floor, but hesitated to unbutton her blouse.
“The shirt comes
off too.”
Her fingers
finally completed the task. She stood,
motionless, awaiting a look of disapproval on Hunt’s face as his eyes zeroed in
on her curvaceous hips.
“I don’t think
you’re finished. I still see panties and
a bra.”
Charisma’s face
was flaming. She reached around to
unhook her bra, biting down on her bottom lip as her traitorous nipples told of
her arousal.
Hunt’s lips
parted, and he lowered his voice. “I can
see your embarrassment. You’re
beautiful.” She relaxed slightly as he
ran his hand over her hip. “You’re not
to be ashamed. Understood?”
Charisma nodded,
looking at the floor.
“Miss Claiborne,
look at me.”
His eyes
glittered as they roamed over her. Her
body responded in a warm flood, as he murmured his approval.
Charisma trembled
with desire, keenly aware of her pulse, as Hunt unzipped his pants, freeing his
erection. Her muscles clenched at his
size.
“You’re still
blushing. You see how hard I am for you,
and you will not be ashamed.”
Steam escaped as
he opened the shower door. She stepped
into the hot stream, Hunt behind her.
“Turn and face
me. On your knees.”
Jenna Fox is a civilized hillbilly, mother, wife
and multi published author of erotica residing in Eastern Tennessee. She enjoys
reading and jotting down poetry in her spare time. Besides juggling a busy family life, Fox
reviews and critiques for other authors and crafts her own dark erotic tales.
Stories always feature a mysterious alpha male with unexpected twists to shock
the reader. She believes in HFN and HEA endings, although not always in a
romantic or conventional way.
Her work is born from real life experiences, an
overactive imagination and a consuming caffeine addiction. Sometimes she finds herself writing sex
scenes on fast food napkins and store receipts while waiting in traffic, but
she’s always guilty of keeping her mind in the gutter. Fox is a listener of hard rock music and a
watcher of classic slasher films. In short, she’s a writer, a storyteller, able
to make a boo-boo all better with just one kiss and a proud, world class expert
at screwing up recipes and scaring away closet monsters. She believes in ghosts and God and is absolutely
convinced chocolate soothes the savage beast.
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