Forty 2 Days (The Billionaire Banker Series – Part 2)
AN EROTIC ROMANCE
(18+ due to mature themes and sexual content)
Georgia
Le Carre
Blurb:
Beyond the seductive power of immense wealth…dark secrets
Devastatingly handsome billionaire, Blake Law Barrington
was Lana Blooms first and only love.
From the moment they touched his power was overwhelming. Their
arrangement quickly developed into a passionate romance that captivated her
heart and took her on an incredible sexual journey she never wanted to end.
The future together looked bright until Lana made a
terrible mistake. So, she did the only
thing she could... she ran.
Away from her incredible life, away from the man of her
dreams, but she should have known a man such as Blake Law Barrington was
impossible to escape. Now, he’s back in
her life and determined that she should taste the bitterness of his pain.
Shocked at how rough the sex has become and humiliated
that she is actually participating so willingly in her punishment, she despairs
if she will ever feel the warmth of his touch—the solidity of his trust
again? And even if she can win his
trust, loyalties are yet to be decided, and secrets to be revealed—secrets that
will test them both to their limits.
Will Lana be able to tear down the walls that surround
Blake’s heart, and break him free of the brutal power of immense wealth?
Can Blake hold on to Lana’s heart when she discovers the
enormity of the dark secrets that inhabit the Barrington family?
Lana has always believed that love conquers all. She is
about to test that belief…
Amazon link - http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00HWKW7K2
Excerpt:
‘Dishonest little Lana,’ he
murmurs, his breath hot against my skin.
He runs his hands down the smoothness of my neck into the collar of my
blouse.
I begin to tremble. He watches his own fingers slip a button out
of its hole and then another. He spreads
apart the joined material so my throat, chest and the lacy tops of my bra are
exposed. His cold furious eyes return to
mine. The breaths that escape my lips
are suddenly shallow and quick. He
smiles possessively. He knows the effect
he has on me.
‘You were by far more when you
squeezed into that little orange dress and your fuck-me shoes, and went looking
for money. Look at you now; you’re
flapping around inside a man’s jacket.
Two hundred thousand and you don’t even buy yourself a nice suit.’
He tuts. ‘And this…’
He raises his hand to my hair.
‘This ugly bun. What were you
thinking of?’ he asks softly, as he plucks the pins out of my hair and drops
them on the blue carpet. Bit by bit my
hair falls around my shoulders. Without
moving his feet he reaches back to a box of tissues on the table. Takes one and starts wiping away my
lipstick. Meticulously. From the outside in. He throws the stained tissue on the
ground.
‘That’s better,’ he
pronounces.
I stare wordlessly up at
him. He looks as if he wants to devour
me. All the time we have been apart is
wiped away. It is like we have never
been away from each other. This is the
man I belong to heart and soul. Without
him I have been an empty shell going through the motions.
‘Lick your lips,’ he orders.
‘What?’ I am horrified by the cold command, and yet
electrified by the sexual heat his order arouses in me. My nerves scream.
His jaw hardens; his eyes are
steely. ‘You heard me.’
The tension in his body
communicates itself to me. It simmers
between us. Desire ripples through me.
My thighs clench tight with excitement and my heart flutters like a crazy
thing. This is how he is in my recurring fantasies. Demanding, possessive, taking, raging with
sexual need.
I lick my lips slowly.
He eyes the journey my tongue
undertakes avidly. ‘That’s more like
it. That’s the mercenary bitch I know.’
One moment he is standing there
cold and insulting, and the next he has thrust a rough hand into my hair and
pulled my head back. I gasp with shock,
my eyes wide, his dark. Like a desert storm
he descends on my parted mouth. There is
no time even to pull one’s cloak about oneself.
So sudden. So unexpected. He tastes wild, the way the first drops of
rain in the desert taste. Full of
minerals. Bringing life to all it touches.
He kisses me, as he has never
done. Roughly, painfully, violently,
purposely bruising my lips, his mouth so savage that I utter a strangled,
soundless cry. The change, the extent of
his anger, is impossible to comprehend.
He is different. There is no
longing. Only an intense desire to hurt
and have his revenge. This is not the same man. My actions have unleashed something
uncontrollable. Something that wants to
hurt me. Alarm bells go off in my head. It occurs to my fevered brain that he is
ravenous, starving. Then for some
strange reason an image of him eating thin, almost transparent slices of cheese
on biscuits flashes into my mind. How
civilized he was. Then. Before I betrayed him.
I taste the fury in his kiss:
blood.
And my mind screams—this is
abuse. A moan gets caught in my throat,
struggles vainly, and then escapes. My
hands reach up to push him away, but my palms meet the stone wall of his chest,
and as if with minds of their own, push aside the lapels of his jacket and grip
his shirt. I know what once lived
beneath the shirt and I want it. I have
always wanted this man. As if my hands
splayed across his chest have communicated my total submission, the kiss
changes. His tongue gentles, but demands
more surrender.
The fingers grasping my hair hurt
my scalp. I feel the pain vaguely, but
more than that I feel myself begin to drown in that vortex of sexual
desire. The violent, throbbing need
between my legs finds its way into my veins and flesh. Every cell in me wants him inside me. I am on
fire. One year of waiting has made me hungry for him. I want him.
I want him thrusting that enormous dick of his deep inside me. For a year I have dreamed of him inside me,
filling me. I know how good he can make
me feel. My body tries to burrow closer
to him, but I cannot get closer; his grip on my hair is relentless. Desperately I push my hips towards him
towards what I know will be delicious hardness.
As if that is some silent signal
he puts me casually away from me. And I
am thrust back in a shitty back office in Kilburn High Street. What the fuck am I doing? He casually props himself against the desk,
folds his arms across his chest, and looks at me calmly.
I cannot return the insult. I am a mess.
I stand there frustrated beyond belief, breathing hard, the blood
pounding like an African drum in my head.
My knickers are wet and between my legs I ache and pulse for him. With every weak and trembling part of me I
want him to finish what he started. I
want him so bad it is shocking. I clench
my hands at my sides and try to get myself under control. I look at him, how cool and collected he is,
as he watches me struggle to regain some measure of composure.
Then he smiles. Oh! Cocky.
He shouldn’t have done that. I
feel maddened by the taunting smile. How
dare he? He just wanted to humiliate
me.
And then I see it. Not so fast, Mr. Blake Law Barrington.
I take two steps forward, reach
my hand out and put a finger on that madly beating pulse in his throat. It drums into my skin. The frantic beat is carried away by my blood
up into my arm, my heart and into my brain.
Years later I will remember this moment when we are connected by his
beating pulse. We never break eye
contact. His eyes darken. Now he knows that I know—my need may be
obvious and easy to exploit, but he is not as unaffected as he pretends to
be. He was testing his own limits of
control, but it hasn’t been as easy as he expected.
‘Is it sex when I want to see you
come apart?’ he asks bitterly.
A breath dies in my chest. I take my finger away from his throat. ‘What do you want, Blake?’
‘I want you to finish your contract.’
Review:
I read & reviewed The Billionaire Banker (Part 1) back in December, you can read my review here . I was so looking forward to reading part 2 and glad to have had the opportunity.
Forty 2 Days takes place a year or so after The Billionaire Banker, and continues the story of Blake & Lana. The old addage "if you love something let it go...." comes into play with this story. Lana leaves Blake because of her love for him and the child they made together. (Of course taking the bribe to leave him may look like Lana didn't really care - IMO - I think she did) When Blake comes back into Lana's life, he wants to pick up from where they left off, not realizing the many changes that have occurred since they were last together.
Blake is bitter and comes across as a first class "dick" at first. I was kind of put off, but, I knew there was so much more to come, so I continued with the story. I am so glad I did. There is so much more depth to this storyline than you might expect. **I really don't want to give any spoilers away! Blake wants Lana to finish off the contract they had together, she agrees, but tries to make stipulations of her own. These characters are so complex and the storyline is so incredible. I just loved where this went.
In the end, I was left with many more questions than I had answers to, and come to find out there will be a part 3! Do not read part 2 unless you have read part 1, you will not understand where things are going. I feel like I have invested time and emotions into these characters and I cannot wait to see where this all goes next.
Author Bio:
Georgia Le Carre lives in England, in an old 19th century romantic cottage surrounded by a magical garden filled with fruit and walnut trees.
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Review:
I read & reviewed The Billionaire Banker (Part 1) back in December, you can read my review here . I was so looking forward to reading part 2 and glad to have had the opportunity.
Forty 2 Days takes place a year or so after The Billionaire Banker, and continues the story of Blake & Lana. The old addage "if you love something let it go...." comes into play with this story. Lana leaves Blake because of her love for him and the child they made together. (Of course taking the bribe to leave him may look like Lana didn't really care - IMO - I think she did) When Blake comes back into Lana's life, he wants to pick up from where they left off, not realizing the many changes that have occurred since they were last together.
Blake is bitter and comes across as a first class "dick" at first. I was kind of put off, but, I knew there was so much more to come, so I continued with the story. I am so glad I did. There is so much more depth to this storyline than you might expect. **I really don't want to give any spoilers away! Blake wants Lana to finish off the contract they had together, she agrees, but tries to make stipulations of her own. These characters are so complex and the storyline is so incredible. I just loved where this went.
In the end, I was left with many more questions than I had answers to, and come to find out there will be a part 3! Do not read part 2 unless you have read part 1, you will not understand where things are going. I feel like I have invested time and emotions into these characters and I cannot wait to see where this all goes next.
Author Bio:
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.
Email Add: georgialecarre@gmail.com
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