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 EXPOSED
ISBN-13: 978-1-60272-005-3
Publisher: Amber
Quill Press
“Barrie
Abalard has intrigued me with her storylines involving poker players. I
loved both of her other books with this theme - POKER BRAT and POKER
STUD - but EXPOSED has an additional suspense element that really keeps
the storyline hopping. The budding romance between Tru and Lauren is
ultra-hot and may very well give you some naughty ideas of your own.
EXPOSED is a well thought out tale full of passion, friendship, love,
intrigue, and a life lesson that will remind us that sometimes risks
are more than worth taking.” -- Chrissy Dionne, Romance Junkies
Read
an excerpt here.
Lauren Donovan assesses risk for a
living,
while avoiding it in her personal life—until she reaches her
thirty-fifth birthday, when she decides to spend a long weekend in
Atlantic City.
Truman Madison gambles for a living,
but has
never taken a chance on love. When the two literally bump into each
other, Lauren knows Tru is the perfect partner for trying her number
one sexual fantasy: sex in the woods.
Circumstances later require Lauren to
endanger herself to save Tru's life. Even so, she's not ready to risk
revealing her emotions the same way she does her body. Lauren comes to
realize, however, that she can't find love without exposing her
feelings and risking her heart...
Excerpt
from "Exposed" © 2007 Barrie Abalard. All rights reserved.
“Here we are,
Lauren.” Tru
Madison edged the low-slung car down a dirt road for a good half-mile.
“Ready to get naked?”
“It's fuckin'
November,” I shot back. “Can't we just disrobe the
critical parts?”
He shook his head. “It won't
be as
much fun if we don't strip completely. The risk of discovery, you see.
That's what's making you hot.”
His words and tone of speech had
weirdly
morphed him from a fuckin' Joiseyite into a college professor. I opened
my mouth to protest, but his hand vanished under my sweater again, this
time under my bra. His thumb brushed lightly across my erect nipple. I
shivered, and not from the cold.
“Trust Professor
Madison,” he
said, as if he had read my mind. “I, too, know a little
something
about risk management. But I know even more about the thrill of risk.
And our risk of being discovered here isn't huge. However, the thrill
payoff is huge—if we strip.”
He kissed me again before pushing up
my
sweater and pulling my breasts out of my bra. His mouth did things to
them that are probably illegal in Alabama and Arkansas. The things sure
as hell felt illegal, judging from the tremors that were shooting
straight to my pussy. My hands unbuckled his belt and unzipped his
khakis. The erection my fingers found promised a rollicking time.
He took his lips and tongue off my
nipples. “C'mon, you said you wanted to do it in the woods.
Let's go.”
He grabbed my hand, and I followed
him,
crawling right over the gearshift and the driver's seat. Seemed I would
follow this man anywhere for a fuck.
While we stood next to the car in a
pile of
pine needles, he stripped me, but told me to put my shoes back on. I
did so. I no longer had a mind of my own, not while my hormones were
within sniffing distance of Tru. He tossed his own clothing on top of
mine, took my hand, and tugged me into the woods. I was amazed that I
didn't feel chilled—that was the fever this man caused inside
me.
The woods weren't too dark—a full moon guided us to a small
clearing—and its silvery beams made the man I was with appear
dangerous, a creature of the night, over a head taller than me and
build like Hercules. The woods' smell was sharp evergreen mixed with
smoke, and when he kissed me, I smelled a hint of ocean overlaid with
the tang of musky male.
“Raise your arms,”
he said, and when I did, he lifted me. “Grab those branches
over your head.”
I figured I'd play along, but I warned
him,
“I'm not strong enough to hang by my arms for long, if you've
got
some exotic position in mind.”
His response was to get under me,
place my
thighs on his shoulders, and lift me higher. “Keep your
balance
as best you can,” he said before he leaned me against the
tree.
He hiked up my thighs, then licked and sucked me in ways I knew for
certain were illegal in thirty-six states. I gripped the tree limbs to
keep from resting all my weight on him, but from the looks of his
godlike build, I don't think I was much of a strain for him, not even
with the extra fifteen pounds I'd been trying to lose without success.
He invaded me with his tongue before
fluttering it over my clit, which made me wrap my legs around his head.
“Oh, God,” I
panted. “ohGodohGodohGod.”
Once the waves of pleasure receded, I
began to worry. “I didn't break your neck with my legs, did
I?”
He laughed out loud. “Let go
of the
tree.” He slid me toward the ground—later, I'd find
scratches from the bark on my back—until my pussy was in line
with his cock…
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