Welcome to a new series, #TeaserTuesday fans! I've decided to just throw caution to the wind and give you the opening scene of this book. It's a bit racy, definitely NSFW.
This 2in1 collection is from HarlequinE, a digital first publisher, meaning print copies may happen in the future, but right now it's only available electronically. It releases August 4th, but if you're anxious to read the rest of this (along with Mastering Her Role, showcased in my last #TeaserTuesday series), you can buy Dani's Erotic Romance Collection from Mills and Boon now, or pre-order from Amazon.com.
Quick plug for the rest of my latest series of excerpts:
- Book Blurbs - for all five of my summer titles
- #SampleSunday - An Heir To Bind Them - Six consecutive excerpts from my June Harlequin Presents. Post includes links to the previous five.
- #SampleSunday - The Ultimate Seduction - fifth instalment from my August Harlequin Presents, includes links to previous. One more to go.
- #Thursday13 - The Secret In Room 823 (part of Mills & Boon's The Chatsfield series).
- #TeaserTuesday - Mastering Her Role - from the first book in this Erotic 2in1 Collection. Includes links to previous.
Here we meet Ann, the heroine of Playing The Master:
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Removing her glasses so their yellow lenses wouldn’t interfere, Ann peered through the crack in the mirrored bifold door and watched the couple against the wall of the bedroom. The man’s hat was knocked to the floor and his pants hung loose around his thighs. The woman’s skirt was bunched to her waist, revealing her coffee-cream leg hitched on to the man’s thrusting hip.
They were doing it.
And watching them made Ann feel…hmm. Nervous, but not in the fearful way some of her observations made her feel. Excited.
She saw a lot doing this, standing quietly in a spot no one would think to look. Places like a closet with a door ajar were dismissed as empty, and she became a part of the room, like the furniture, silently witnessing all that went on.
She had learned a lot this way—how people really thought and felt. Whether they stole or simply admired beautiful things. Why they gave their loyalty to a man like her stepfather, Cain.
Despite the reason he’d brought her here, she liked Paris. The servants in this mansion weren’t on guard against her habit, and Cain was very distracted. More had gone on in the twenty-four hours she’d been here than had happened in the Al-Zahra mansion in a given year.
The woman seemed to like coupling with this man. In Al-Zahra, Ann had rarely seen men at all, mostly just Fonzo, the chauffeur. He’d been married to her best friend, Raina, the housekeeper. They’d been private people, especially about sex, but Raina had explained certain things when Ann asked. Like how it worked. Ann was deeply curious about the whole process. Did it feel better with someone else than it did alone?
This couple seemed to think so. They had stepped into the room, loosened their clothing and collided with urgency and subdued moaning. Their hips were locked together and grinding. What did that feel like?
A rush of heat pooled between her legs. Ann fought the sensation, tightening against it, but that only pulsed a sweet pleasure through her loins. It took all her concentration to stand very still and modulate her breathing.
She swallowed, glad the hushed noise of hands running over clothing and ragged gasps covered her own hitching breaths. The woman’s nails were scraping over the back of the man’s shirt. She arched her neck so her bright red curls bunched on her shoulder and met his thrusts with lifting motions of her hips. The man had his knees bent, his head dipped so his mouth was against her neck. His pale buttocks tensed as he pushed his groin into the woman’s again and again. Their pace grew fevered, their soughs of air sharper.
Ann burned all over. It was so much more exciting and visceral than the pornography Cain watched. That was very Tab A into Slot B, the actors’ faces never this expressive even when they were shown.
Rather than the squirmy mixture of repulsion and curiosity she felt when she glanced at that stuff, this sent flutters of real arousal into her abdomen. Her skin prickled under her loose abaya. Transfixed by the struggle, she held her breath, practically with them as she sensed their crisis looming.
“I’m coming, oh fuck, I’m coming,” the man ground out, thrusting hard into the blue evening gown bunched against the woman’s stomach.
The woman made noises between anxiety and approval, taut and tall as she accepted the pin of the man’s hips into her own. They held the position of stasis for a long minute, the woman’s face frozen in an expression of joyful anguish.
Is that what I look like when I fondle in the dark? When I'm coming? Ann’s stinging blush turned to one of discomfiture, but she couldn’t wait for this interminable night to end so she could seek the privacy of her room and relive this experience.
Releasing pleasure-filled sighs, the couple relaxed and slowly disengaged from each other. The man stepped back to tug his pants up his hairy backside. Ann caught a flash of the woman’s mound before she worked her skirt down. Hairless?
As the man closed his fly and buckled his belt, he said, “Gracias,” but in the way of a sarcastic American.
“Mon bijou, thank you.” The woman’s breathless English carried an accent that was French, but she pronounced thank as “zank.” She wasn’t blue-black or tall like the Ethiopian maid they’d left in KSA, but her cadence sounded a little like her.
“Why did you want me to bring you here? Looking for new clients?” the man asked.
“I don’t troll, you know that. Invitations are strictly by referral. If you breathe a word of the club to anyone, I’ll bar you for life. No, this is lurid curiosity.”
“Uh-huh.” He sounded skeptical as he picked up his Stetson and positioned it on his ruffled hair. Glancing around the small dressing room, from its plush, round bench in the center to the closets that lined it, to the vanity table with its delicate lamp, he shrugged as though to say, Nothing left to do here.
“Feel free to give ol’ Trev a call if you find yourself locked out of any more parties. That was a pleasant little knee trembler, Eloisa. Take care now.”
He pronounced her name with that same thick drawl. El-oo-ee-sa. Without even a kiss, he left, closing the door behind him.
Eloisa smoothed her satin gown into place. It hugged lovingly at her waist and across her round hips then revealed one smooth brown thigh through its high slit as she walked forward. Coming to the mirrors, she inspected her reflection for flaws, finger-combing her shiny red locks before cupping each breast to ensure the upper swells sat high over her sweetheart bodice. Removing a lipstick from her bag, she ran it over her capricious smile, eyelids drooped in smug satisfaction.
Ann’s heart pounded so loud she was sure the sound filled the room. She held her breath, counting the seconds as she willed the woman to finish grooming and leave.
Instead, Eloisa made one of those tiny shifts of posture and Ann couldn’t even blink. They were staring at one another.
She can’t see me. It’s dark in here—
Eloisa pressed the door open and their similar heights put them face-to-face.
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Oops! You'll have to come back next week to see what happens next. (Note to Self: prep blog for next week and advise website peeps to post it.)
Now, Goodreads will only let me do giveaways for print books, but I've decided that I'll draw for some copies of this book if you send me a photo of my books on vacation. It can be an older book and it can be print or a screenshot from your e-reader, but please include some background like the beach or wherever you're reading it. When I've collected ten or so, I'll draw for a few free books. Tell me which one you'd like to win when you send me your snapshot.
And please enter the Dani Collins Masked Desires Contest! Purchase of my erotic romance collection, or my August Presents, The Ultimate Seduction, counts as ten entries for one of these fabulous prizes.
Read the rules for the Dani Collins Masked Desires Contest then enter here:
I have a few blog stops to promote both the Erotic Collection and The Ultimate Seduction. Check in for giveaways:
- July 11 - Romance Beckons
- July 14 - Harlequin Blog Giveaway
- July #TemptationThursday - Caribbean Accent Book Reviews
- July 15 - Caribbean Accent Book Reviews (The Ultimate Seduction)
- July 31 - The Reading Cafe
In other news, my novella, The Secret In Room 823, is available in the UK. Here's a little blog post I wrote about my 'stay' in The Chatsfield.
These other fine retailers have my books too:
Thank you so much for continuing to visit. I appreciate your support.
I will try to post a #Thursday13, but I leave the next day for a month. We'll see if I get all my other homework done first :)