SOAR Synopsis:
Seven Nights, Seven Highs.
SOAR is the sizzling conclusion to the Indigo Lounge Series.
Dark and sinfully sexy Noah King thought he had left his past behind in New York. In Leia Michaels he thought he'd found his kindred spirit and an answer to all his unrelenting cravings.
But the past is not done with him. When his future explodes in a shower of nightmares he can’t walk away from, he’s left with an unconscionable choice.
For a painfully brief time, Leia imagined she was free at last. Free to contemplate a future with Noah King. But returning to Miami brings a whole new set of nightmares.
She craves a man who will never be hers. And her shadows of her past are closing in on her.
For the lovers of Sylvia Day's Crossfire series, comes the next scorching story from this bestselling series.
Warning: this book contains explicit scenes of scorching sex, heartache and emotional highs that will leave your pulse racing. 18+ only.
Excerpt:
“God, Noah, it’s…it’s…”
“Fucking beautiful. And for my eyes only,”
he whispered gruffly. He slid a hand into her hair and massaged while his other
drifted up and down her legs. “Do you like it?”
Struck dumb by the stunning piece, she
could only nod.
Done in grey and red daguerreotype, the
image of her welt-covered ass and thighs was sharply contrasted with the red
garter belt in a breathtaking tableau. The strategically placed spotlights Noah
had used to frame the picture created shadows and light that made the painting
come alive.
It was unspeakably breathtaking. And the
fact that he’d kept it private for his sole enjoyment made her heart swell. He
moved against her, turning her head so he could read her expression.
Whatever he saw there made his mouth curve
in a satisfied smile. She lifted her hand to caress his hair and he shifted
even closer. Close enough for her to feel the iron-hard effect of his little
exhibit. Moaning, she cupped her hand around his rigid length, sighing in
delight when he thrust against her palm.
He slipped a hand between her legs and gave
a loud groan when he encountered her wetness. “I knew we should’ve done this
after dinner. Now my cock craves your tight little cunt more than my stomach
wants food.”
“I’m…I’m not that hungry either,” she
murmured.
When his fist tightened in her hair, her
heart leapt. But he put a hand over hers on his crotch and lifted it. Kissing
her palm, he moved away. “White wine sauce doesn’t keep. Besides, I want to see
my other present.” He lunged out of bed and held out his both hands to her. She
let him help her up and gasped when he tugged her close. “But we come back here
straight after dinner and I get to fuck you long and hard with that picture for
added stimulus.”
She tilted her head. “Oh, are you getting
to the stage where you need help keeping it up, King?” she teased.
A hard slap on her ass brought sweet, sweet
pain and added wetness between her legs.
“Just for that, I’ll make you sob for
mercy.”
“You mean you haven’t noticed that I pretty
much cry every time we have sex?”
His smile was steeped in wickedness. “Baby,
tonight I want nothing short of ugly, clawing, head-banging tears. And no one
will hear your screams when I whip your pretty little pussy because you’ll have
a ball-gag in your mouth. Now let’s go open my present.”
Zara Cox Bio:
Zara Cox has been writing for almost twenty-five years but it wasn't until nine years ago that she decided to share her love of writing sexy, gritty stories with anyone outside her close family (the over 18s anyway!). The Indigo Lounge Series is Zara's next step in her erotic romance writing journey and she would love to hear your thoughts. Visit her Facebook Page - Zara-Cox-Writer or connect with her on Twitter (www.twitter.com/zcoxbooks ) or Goodreads.
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