Friday, June 6, 2014

Excerpt & Giveaway with Samantha Ann King


 


 



“King brings us a deliciously sensual ménage of love and healing in her newest erotic romance, Tempting Meredith. Deceptively strong characters come together to reveal a story filled with passion, love, humor, heartbreak and redemption. Lush sexual delights are backed by multiple well-developed plot lines. King gives readers an engaging erotic romance that addresses not only the physical highs and lows of a ménage relationship but also the emotional.” RT Book Reviews

 


Samantha Ann King is a USA TODAY Bestselling Erotica author who knows how to bring the heat. King takes the phrase “a night to remember” to a whole new place in her latest novel, TEMPTING MEREDITH – an extremely sensual tale about one woman’s past with two men and her future with another.

 
Find out more about TEMPTING MEREDITH in this exclusive interview with Samantha Ann King!

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About TEMPTING MEREDITH:
 
 

Astrophysicist Meredith Burke's professional life is perfect. Her personal life is another story. Years ago, a menage with the man she loved and his roommate left her with a broken heart and a secret. She hasn't trusted anyone since, but when she meets rugged hunting guide Charlie Connor she figures she doesn't need to. He's got "one-night stand" written all over him.

After one night with Meredith, Charlie needs more. She's intoxicating, and shockingly willing to give him total control of her body. When she agrees to spend an entire week with him at the lodge where he works, it's more than he'd hoped for. But Blaine Bridges, Charlie's best friend and boss, has his own secrets.

Blaine hasn't seen Meredith since that disastrous encounter eight years ago, but he still has feelings for her. Now she's dating his best friend, the man he wants for himself. When Meredith invites him to join in their naughty play, his pleasure is all-consuming. But will the secrets they all hold close destroy a beautiful beginning or bring these three lovers closer than they ever imagined?


Excerpt

 

“This vein running along the top of your foot is your heart line. You have secrets.”

The ache in her chest throbbed, but she ignored it and said brusquely,“Everyone has secrets.”

He cocked his head and studied her face, not her feet. Although her feet were very happy with the attention his hands were giving them. “Yours are deeper than most. That’s why this vein is so prominent.”

She tried to make her voice light and teasing. “What kind of secrets?”

“Sexual.”

She laughed and relaxed. Everyone had sex secrets.

“You like a little kink.”

She stiffened. “No.” Not anymore. That hadn’t worked out well for her.

“Have you ever tried it?”

“I thought you were reading my feet, not playing twenty questions.”

He chuckled. “So that’s a yes.” He lifted one foot and peered at the bottom. “You don’t like being short.”

She rolled her eyes. “My feet didn’t tell you that. My shoes did.”

His thumb pressed into her arch again, sending her protests skittering. “You have a high arch, which means you like to be in control.”

“Actually, it means I’m missing a joint in the top of my foot. But never mind that. Don’t you like control?”

“Depends on the situation.”He lowered her foot back to his lap and began that bone-melting massage again. He looked thoughtful but didn’t speak for a while, long enough that she relaxed.

“What didn’t you like?”

“Hmm?”

“About the kink?”

She sighed. “The way the guy dumped me after.”

His hands stopped. “He couldn’t handle it?”

“I guess hypothesizing that your girlfriend is a whore is more exciting than the actual experiment required to prove it.” No, that wasn’t right. Dylan had loved the actual experiment. He just hadn’t loved her afterward.

Charlie blinked. Perhaps she should have put it in layman’s terms. Something like,My boyfriend dumped me after I simultaneously fucked him and his roommate.

“Kink doesn’t make you a whore.”

“Depends on the kind of kink.”

“As long as it’s consensual.”

She shrugged. “Doesn’t matter. It’s not like we’re in this for the long term. One hookup. If it’s good, a few more before you leave town. Then we move on.”

He leaned toward her and touched her chin with the tip of his finger. His calluses were rough and warm, comforting. “Whoa. Slow down. Is that what you think this is? A hookup?”

She hadn’t wanted to discuss it, but maybe it was better to get it out there. He’d probably be relieved to know that she had no expectations beyond sex. “Charlie, I’ve had a nice time, but let’s not make this into something more than it is.”

His eyes narrowed as if he was studying her. What was he thinking? Was he deciding if she was worth the effort? Huh. What effort? She was easy. Maybe he was thinking about the fun he could have with the sexual deviant. Two weeks of no-strings-attached sex?

A slow grin spread from his lips and crinkled the corners of his blue eyes. Oh yeah, he was definitely thinking about sex. One finger drifted down the side of her neck, over her breastbone, then veered left to the swell of her breast before circling her nipple and leaving behind a tingling heat. She watched and wondered how long before he got to the good stuff. Not that his hands didn’t feel nice. But she wanted her clothes gone. She wanted his fingers teasing her bared nipples. He had sexy hands. Darker than the rest of him, lean between the prominent knuckles. She liked watching them.

Desire warmed and dampened her panties. She wanted them gone too. Wanted his mouth on her clit, then his cock inside her. She hoped he wasn’t one of those men who liked to draw things out. Waiting wasn’t her strong suit. She didn’t understand women who wanted prolonged foreplay. It didn’t make the orgasm any better. What was the point?

“You’re thinking too much.”

“I’m just waiting—”

“For?”

She almost said “for the good part,” but that didn’t seem like the best idea. She didn’t want to deflate his, uh, interest. On the other hand, if she told him she wanted a slam-bam-thank-you-ma’am, he might be flattered.

As she wrestled with her answer, he said,“Waiting’s good.” He swept her feet from his lap and they landed on the carpet. “Stand up.”

 

About Samantha Ann King:

 


Samantha Ann King was born and raised in Houston, Texas. After receiving her BBA in Finance from Texas A&M University and marrying her high school crush (notice she didn’t say sweetheart), Samantha relinquished her “native Texan” status and moved to Baton Rouge. She has called Albuquerque, New Mexico home since 1985. The mother of three has volunteered in the community as an advocate for children’s issues ranging from education to healthcare. In 2010, as her nest started to empty, she began writing erotic romance. Thanks to her win in Passionate Ink’s Stroke of Midnight Contest, Samantha signed her first publishing contract in 2011. Her first book was nominated for RT’s 2012 Reviewers’ Choice Award.

 

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