Title: The Next Contestant
Author: Dani Evans
Release Date: September 23, 2014
Synopsis
It’s a contest only Jax and his fraternity brothers are playing. Whoever scores the most points wins the game.
Kimber’s a feisty young woman enjoying life. No plans for finding Mr. Right. Not when Mr. All Wrong left her in a world of deceit and crushed her spirit.
Jax is the epitome of men. His striking good looks turn heads. Lots of them. He walks past Kimber in a cloud of sex and arrogance, and he’s slowly dragging her in to his perimeters.
This wasn’t a part of Kimber’s strategy—she hadn’t planned on him and struggles to pull back, away from his striking distance, the kiss of death.
It’s a game of command and docility.
He’s gaining control.
She’s falling prey.
When stakes are high and Jax is at the top, will he let it all go for Kimber? Because choosing Kimber will end his game and he’ll certainly fail if he drops out now. And if he backs out, will Kimber still want him when she learns the dirty little fraternity secret?
Kimber’s a feisty young woman enjoying life. No plans for finding Mr. Right. Not when Mr. All Wrong left her in a world of deceit and crushed her spirit.
Jax is the epitome of men. His striking good looks turn heads. Lots of them. He walks past Kimber in a cloud of sex and arrogance, and he’s slowly dragging her in to his perimeters.
This wasn’t a part of Kimber’s strategy—she hadn’t planned on him and struggles to pull back, away from his striking distance, the kiss of death.
It’s a game of command and docility.
He’s gaining control.
She’s falling prey.
When stakes are high and Jax is at the top, will he let it all go for Kimber? Because choosing Kimber will end his game and he’ll certainly fail if he drops out now. And if he backs out, will Kimber still want him when she learns the dirty little fraternity secret?
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Excerpt
I’ve skirted around him long enough. He’s gaining on me and I’m caving. It’s the way he watches me, those eyes promising to do sinful and dirty things I’ve only imagined. The thought makes me nervous.
I struggle to pull back, away from his striking distance, the kiss of death, but he’s closing in.
I slip off the stool and rush into the crowd on the dance floor. I breathe a sigh of relief when I don’t see him. I curse Tiffany, and hope she gets something out of this night. Preferably
I struggle to pull back, away from his striking distance, the kiss of death, but he’s closing in.
I slip off the stool and rush into the crowd on the dance floor. I breathe a sigh of relief when I don’t see him. I curse Tiffany, and hope she gets something out of this night. Preferably
Vincenzo—her eye candy.Music pulses through the speakers and I fall into rhythm, ignoring the bodies bouncing around me. Dancing is my escape and I forget I’m alone in thick of the crowd.
I’m lost in the songs, in dancing, until the music shifts and ‘Closer’ by Nine Inch Nails drones through the speakers. Such a filthy song but so good to dance dirty to.
Oh god. Oh crap! I don’t have to look to know he’s behind me. A tremble runs through me and I pray he doesn’t see it. There’s nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. I’m trapped in the sea of people packed like sardines on the dance floor. My hands are above my head, frozen. I pretend not to know he’s behind me and sway my hips… until my ass slams against a solid form. My breath hitches when his hands grasp my hips and he lines himself up against me. He doesn’t say a word, but he speaks with his body, dominating the dance, and damn if he doesn’t feel good. I can’t stop him, can’t run away from him, can’t control the way I fall into him.
He breathes against my ear, and slowly, his hips tilt forward. I roll with him, pushing back against him.
“That’s sexy as hell,” he whispers, and nips my earlobe, sending shivers down my spine. He splays his hands over my stomach. “Mm,” he mumbles and then roughly sings the lyrics about wanting to fuck, me specifically.
I can’t believe he—
He traces the lining of my skirt, sings the line about wanting to feel me from the inside, and pulls me into him as he rotates his hips.
I’m speechless… and breathless, and I feel my temperature rise in the already sweltering room. The music thrums, and he continues to roll his hips in a mixture of soft and hard, depending on the beat of the music. I know I shouldn’t but I reach back and tangle my fingers in his hair. He moans his approval, drags his hands slowly up my abdomen, over my breasts, and then trails his fingertips along my arms.
Jax grasps my hands and I unfurl my fingers from his hair as he slowly brings them down and then flips me around. He cups my butt and presses into me. His eyes, oh those eyes! He watches me with the precision of a hawk, gaging my reaction to his ever-wandering hands and shifting of his hips. He knows I feel it, how hard he is for me. It’s firmly pressed against my stomach and I feel dirty for liking it. Planting his hands on each side of my face, he leans down and tilts my head. My lips tingle with how close his mouth is to mine. My head spins as I imagine him inside of me—the thought is inebriating and so wrong. I should get the hell away from him, but then he shocks me.
His lips, the warmth of his breath greet my neck and then my ear where he whispers, “I’ve been watching you all night and I know you know it. You’ve been dodging me for a while now.” A low chuckle erupts from his chest. “I’ve seen you at the games, but then you’d disappear before the game ends, when you know I’d be able to catch up to you. Did you think I’d forget your beautiful face?” He doesn’t bother waiting for a response. “Tell me, sweetheart, what’s your name?”
He’s so fucking close, so intoxicatingly beautiful, and he’s totally pegged me. “T-Timberly. Timber. I go by Timber, not Kimber with a K, but Timber with a T.” The lie slips from my lips so easily.
He closes in, but his lips barely touch mine. “Timber with a T,” he whispers against my lips, then drags his mouth across my cheek and nips my earlobe. His hot breath wraps around me and I melt into him. His fingers slide down the center of my back. “Let’s escape this place. Let me take you to a place where we can be alone,” he says, his voice rugged and seductive. I shiver.
His lips, the warmth of his breath greet my neck and then my ear where he whispers, “I’ve been watching you all night and I know you know it. You’ve been dodging me for a while now.” A low chuckle erupts from his chest. “I’ve seen you at the games, but then you’d disappear before the game ends, when you know I’d be able to catch up to you. Did you think I’d forget your beautiful face?” He doesn’t bother waiting for a response. “Tell me, sweetheart, what’s your name?”
He’s so fucking close, so intoxicatingly beautiful, and he’s totally pegged me. “T-Timberly. Timber. I go by Timber, not Kimber with a K, but Timber with a T.” The lie slips from my lips so easily.
He closes in, but his lips barely touch mine. “Timber with a T,” he whispers against my lips, then drags his mouth across my cheek and nips my earlobe. His hot breath wraps around me and I melt into him. His fingers slide down the center of my back. “Let’s escape this place. Let me take you to a place where we can be alone,” he says, his voice rugged and seductive. I shiver.
His scent fills me, tempting me to close my eyes, but I know if I do, he’ll know I’m weak.
“There you are,” Tiffany shouts. “Oh, hey, I’m Tiffany and you are?” She reaches out her hand, forcing Jax to release me.
I want to hug her and punch her at the same time for choosing this moment to butt in.
“I’m Jax. Nice to meet you, Tiffany.” He shakes her hand.
“Sorry.” Tiffany grabs me. “We have to go. Now.” She tugs my arm, but before she can drag me forward, Jax dips his hand into the breast pocket of my shirt. I feel my jaw drop.
A smile stretches across his beautiful lips as he grips my phone. He swipes the screen and then his fingers glide across it. He hands it back to me and digs his vibrating phone from the front pocket of his faded jeans.
“Timber with a T, expect my call later.” He winks and then weaves through the crowd. I watch him and wish I could safely follow him. Tiffany drags me out of Muze, and toward the exit, but before we escape, I glance over my shoulder. I feel all warm and fuzzy when I see Jax has stepped out of the club, and he’s watching me.
Author Bio
Dani Evan studies Romance-ology
where she travels abroad many fictitious places and lives in the hearts of
countless heroines and heroes. She experiences the greatest love stories,
heartbreaks, high levels of angst, and scorching seductions. All adventures
have been, thus far, rather… orgasmic! She hopes her characters will bring the
same joy to the romance community as so many Indie and traditionally published
authors have given her.
Reading enlightens
all of our worlds and is the greatest escape from the daily stresses of life.
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