Wild Temptation
by
Emma Hart
SYNOPSIS
In this
sexy new CALL series spin-off series by New York Times bestseller Emma Hart,
enter the intense world of a no strings relationship and experience addiction
like you never expected...
The
moment I walked in to find Mr. Tall, Dark, Handsome, and Oh So British--my
mind-blowing one night stand--as my photographer for the shoot that could
change it all, I knew life was throwing me a curveball.
The
moment he, Tyler Stone, walked into my best friend’s apartment, I knew that
curveball was heading straight for my gut.
The
hit comes in the form of a no-strings proposition… One that gives him utter
control over my body.
If I
surrender, that curveball is steadily en-route for a collision course with my
heart.
He’s
a sex addict. I’m a love addict.
This
is temptation.
*Wild Temptation is book one of the Wild series and a full-length novel at approx. 92,000 words.*
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About
the Author
By day, New
York Times and USA
Today bestselling New Adult author Emma Hart
dons a cape and calls herself Super Mum to a terrible two year old and growing
bump, due September 2013. By night, she drops the cape, pours a glass of juice
and writes books.
She
likes to write about magic, kisses and whatever else she can fit into the
story. Sarcastic, witty characters are a must. As are hot guys. Emma is
currently working too many books to even count - including Playing for Keeps,
the companion book to the New York
Times and USA
Today bestselling novel, The Love Game. She
likes to be BUSY - unless busy involves doing the dishes, but that
seems to when all the ideas come to life.
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Excerpt
I stalk from
the bathroom into my room and put on some clean panties. He follows me in, and when
I turn, he’s pulling his clothes off.
“Uh, what
are you doing?”
“We’re gonna
do some of that talking shit, and we’re gonna cuddle while we do it.”
I fold my
arms across my chest. “I don’t cuddle.”
“You didn’t
sleep with a guy more than once when you met me, so shut up and get in your
bed.
Lose the
T-shirt.”
I stare him
down. “I. Don’t. Cuddle.”
“I. Don’t.
Care,” he retorts. He grabs my shirt and pulls me toward him. His fingers curl
around the hem and he meets my eyes. “You can take it off or I can rip it off.
I don’t care, but it’s coming off.”
I raise my
arms and he pulls the material over my head and drops it on the floor. “The
only thing you should ever threaten to rip is my panties.”
“I’ll keep
that in mind.” He smirks. “Now get into bed. If I’m cuddling you, you can’t
pull your running-away shit when the conversation gets tough.”
I take a
deep breath, my chest tightening. He walks to my bed and gets in without a
second thought. The covers pool at his waist, giving me a full view of his
toned body, and I’m tempted to go over there—if only to run my fingers across
his stomach.
“Don’t make
me get you,” he warns, pulling the covers aside.
I sigh and
get into bed next to him. As sad as it is, it’s true. I don’t cuddle. I haven’t
really hugged anyone than Dayton or my parents in years.
Tyler slides
me across the bed and lays us both down. “Roll over.”
I roll to
face him, my head falling on his shoulder. His arms go around me, his cheek
resting atop my head, his body warm against mine.
The hilarity
of this situation is how tender our position is when, ten minutes ago, we were fucking
so roughly.
“There. It’s
not so bad, hmm?”
I jab his
side. “It’s awful,” I lie. Truth: his arms around me make me feel more secure
than I have in a long time. Maybe it’s the subtle strength in his softly
defined muscles, or maybe it’s the tightness he holds me with.
“Why was
your day so bad?” I ask, resting my hand on his stomach.
“Two big
shoots—one this morning and another in the afternoon. Both with self-righteous,
stuck-up bitches who think the world and its mother owes them everything. It
was a level of Hell Dante missed.”
“Fun. And I
take offense at you calling other women bitches. That’s my name.”
He laughs
loudly, his body shaking, making me smile. “Oh, Liv. You’re not just a bitch.
You’re my bitch. My flighty, irritating bitch.”
“It’s good
to know that you have such a high opinion of me.”
“Cuddle me
properly and I’ll switch out the irritating.”
With a sigh,
I lie my arm over his stomach. Instinctively, I snuggle in closer. His arms
tighten around me a little more.
“There,” I
whisper. “Happy?”
“Yes.” He
kisses the top of my head. “My beautiful, flighty bitch.”
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