Heat
A Soldiers of Fortune
Romance
Aubrey Irons
Genre: Contemporary
Romance, Military Romance,
New Adult Romance,
Billionaire Romance,
Alpha Male, Bad-Boy
Date of Publication:
8/11/15
ASIN: B013TVO5VQ
Number of pages: 237
(kindle)
Word Count: 58,000
Cover Artist: Aubrey
Irons
Book Description:
Five years ago, that
cocky, egotistical a**hole played me like a fool and broke my heart.
Hudson Banks; the
dominant, tattooed, womanizing, ex-Marine-turned-billionaire who runs
God-knows-what at my late father’s company.
Oh, and he’s sexy as all
f**k, and he damn well knows it.
He’s like a gasoline
fire; a scorchingly hot disaster, and if I’m not careful, I’m
going to get burned.
I’m on track to be the
youngest New York State Senator ever elected; the bright, gutsy,
good-girl media darling. Except my campaign funding just went dry,
and it looks like the only solution is coming from the last person on
Earth I’d ever want to take anything from. Oh, and it turns out
bad-boy, tough-guy Hudson will be shadowing me 24/7 after he makes it
clear that he’s in charge of "protecting the investment".
Yeah, just perfect; a
reckless, irresistible d*ck like Hudson Banks is the last person I
need being “in charge” of anything to do with me.
Especially when I still
can’t forget the taste of his lips or the feeling of that massive
hardness I know he’s packing between his legs. It’s not fair that
he’s even hotter now than he was back then. It’s not fair that
those smoldering, arrogant eyes and that cocky, panty-melting grin
still make me warm in places they shouldn’t. And it’s definitely
not fair that five years later, I still can’t get him out of my
head.
So it looks like I’ve
got two races on my hands: the one for election, and the one against
the burning heat threatening to tear us both apart. But on the sprint
to the finish line, what happens when the man who has everything
comes up against the one thing he can’t have?
**This is a standalone,
HEA novel**
Excerpt:
My heart is pounding as I
slam the door shut to my room. I’m pacing the floor, the blood
roaring in my ears and hot across my face as I bring one of my
fingers to my lips and chew at the cuticle; a habit I’ve been
trying to kick since I was a kid. Shit; I just walked in on Hudson
totally naked with those absolutely insane abs, those grooved muscles
of his hips and that holy-fucking-shit HUGE cock. I can feel the
blush bloom hotter through my face as I think of that particular part
of him again; the part that had me staring and frozen like I was
under a spell of some kind. It’s the part of him that has me wetter
than I’ve ever been as the mental image of it sears itself into my
brain.
I’m used to living
alone, but I can’t believe I just barged in through a closed
bathroom door. And I stayed! Why on earth hadn’t I just turned on
my heal and bolted as soon s I’d seen him, instead of staring at
him and his- his cock like I was some sort of sex-starved,
tongue-tied weirdo! And what was I thinking letting him get that
close to me, so close that I actually felt him against my thigh like
that.
‘Say the word, Reagan’
My breath comes shaking as
the desire floods through me, and I stop pacing to lean my forehead
against the door. I have no idea where I possibly found the ability
to say no, and as I feel my pulse throbbing in my ears and between my
legs, I almost wish I could go back in time and try a different
answer.
“Reagan.”
The knock at my door makes
me jump, makes my heart leap into my throat; “Go away, Hudson.” I
croak out. It takes every ounce of my control to keep my voice level
and not betray the quaver I’m trying so hard to contain; “And
learn to lock the damn door!”
I can hear him growl in
the hallway; “Will you just open this one and we can ta-“
“There’s nothing to
talk about.” My eyes are clenched tightly, my fingers digging into
my palms as I chew at my lip, not sure if I want to will him to walk
away or break the door down and take me right here and now. I can
hear him swear under his breath on the other side of the door and
then I jump at the sound of a palm slamming flat against the
doorframe.
“Damnit, Reagan, open-“
“There’s nothing to
talk about, Hudson.” I saw quietly; “Just lock the door next
time.”
Please don’t ask me to
open this door again or I know I will, I think, chewing at my lip
with my eyes closed tight. I’m so close to the edge that I know if
he asks me again there’s no way I’ll be able to say no. I clench
my eyes closed even tighter, feeling my body shiver with desire and
feeling the heat pulsing between my legs. Please, ask me-
The door to the guest room
slamming shut down the hallway makes me jump, and I let my breath out
suddenly, realizing I’ve been holding it. I count to three, and
then ten, and then fifty before I open my door. I poke my head out to
see that the hallways is clear, before I slip out and pad barefoot to
the bathroom.
It’s still steamy in
here from him, though I guess he never got a chance to take a shower
before I barged in. There’s a bottle of aftershave lying on the
sink next to a razor, and before I can stop myself, I’m holding the
bottle to my nose and smelling his scent; letting it fill my senses
as the steam of the room swirls around me. His aftershave hasn’t
changed, and the smell instantly has me back there, back where we
came so close. His hands are on me again, pushing me against the
stone behind us as he kisses me; his hardness pressing hotly against
my thigh through his pants.
I blush crimson, knowing
that as of seven minutes ago, I know exactly what that hardness looks
like.
I shake my head to clear
it as I reach to turn on the water, trying to shake him out of my
thoughts. The aftershave hasn’t changed, and as much as I want to
think the man who wears it has with this whole new sober, healthy,
helpful and positive Hudson, I know it’s just a new facade. People
don’t change, not like that.
But when I step under the
hot spray of the water, he’s still in my head; all of him. And as
much as I want him gone from my thoughts, as the water teases
electrically over my skin, the vivid image of his rock-hard body and
his big cock standing a foot away from where I stand now invade every
corner of my brain. I’m wet; far wetter than I’d be just from
standing under a shower head, and before I can stop it, I’m pushing
my hands down over my hips and over my stomach, and sliding them
lower. My fingers roll over my aching clit, making me gasp quietly as
I lean my forehead against the tile wall. A moan as soft as the steam
rising around me escapes my lips as I rub myself there, picturing
Hudson standing hot and ripped and naked right in front of me, so
close that I can feel the heat from his body, and then closer still
as I feel the throbbing heat of his erection press against my thigh.
I picture myself letting him go further then, instead of pushing him
away like I did. His mouth is on mine, sliding down to suck one of my
nipples into his mouth before he slides lower still until he’s
sliding his tongue deep into my wetness as I buck against his mouth.
I moan again, louder this time as I slide a finger over my entrance
and push it inside. I’m squeezing my eyes shut tight, already
feeling myself start to tumble as I rock my hips to grind my clit
against the palm of my hand as I picture Hudson wrapping my legs
around his muscled waist and sliding that big, hard-
The bathroom door slams
open; “Is my toothbrush-“
“Hudson!” But its not
a cry of anger or shock, or even surprise; its me crying out his name
as I come. And gasping out his name as my body begins to shatter
pushes me tumbling over that sweet edge as my climax explodes through
me.
“I- uh-“ His voice is
choked, and as I look up through the semi-frosted clear shower
curtain, I see him staring at me as he backs out of the room;
“Sorry.”
The door shuts, and I
slump against the wall, feeling like I want to turn to liquid and let
the water pelting down on top of me carry me right down the drain
along with it.
It’s a frosted shower
curtain, so- no, there’s no way-
The water and the steam
swirl around me as I slide to my knees in the tub and curl my legs up
to my chin as I rock myself. He couldn’t have; God he couldn't
have.
About the Author:
Aubrey Irons enjoys
writing about bold, sassy, and intelligent women and the hot, cocky,
and quite typically forbidden alpha males who love and lust for them;
gripping stories, happy endings, and enough heat to keep things extra
steamy!
In the real world, Aubrey
is kept plenty entertained by her own tattooed Marine husband, their
precocious and adorable three year old, and one very ill-behaved
puppy.
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