Sunday Spotlight is a new feature we’re running in 2016. Each week, we will spotlight a release that we’re excited about. We’ll be posting exclusive excerpts and being total fangirls. You’ve been warned. 🙂
Eight Ways to Ecstasy by Jeanette Grey is the second book in the Art of Passion series. It picks up right where Seven Nights to Surrender leaves off and I’m super thrilled to share this excerpt with you guys.
Eight Ways to Ecstasy (Art of Passion #2) by Jeanette Grey
Releases on April 5, 2016 by Forever
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In this stunningly sensual sequel to Seven Nights to Surrender, acclaimed author Jeanette Grey reunites readers with a young artist and the man who’ll stop at nothing to have her . . .
EIGHT WAYS TO ECSTASY
Kate Reid’s whirlwind romance with billionaire playboy Rylan Bellamy complicated her life in ways she’d worked to avoid. She’d fallen hard for his flirtatious charm and given him the one thing no other man had: her trust. Just as Kate began to imagine a future with Rylan, everything fell apart.
Now she’s starting over in New York…but even the glittering streets of Manhattan can’t erase the memory of Rylan knocking her off her feet and sweeping her into the most erotic, unforgettable week of her life.
It’s been months, and Rylan still can’t forget Kate. Months since he bared his soul at her feet. Months since he drove away the only woman to ever make him feel. Kate changed his world and now Rylan is determined to win her back-no matter what it takes. After crossing an ocean to reach her, he makes a deal with Kate: One more week, for one more chance. Now it’s up to Rylan to show Kate all the ways they fit together . . . and prove that this player has met his perfect match.
I wasn’t prepared to fall head over hells in love with Rylan in the first book and I had forgotten how freaking hot he was until I read this excerpt.
Gather round my friends…
Excerpt
It all changed so fast.
One moment Rylan had been gazing at Kate with this quiet sort of adoration, and the next he was kissing her within an inch of her life. Her head spun, dizzy, as the scent of him surrounded her, the weight of him. She grasped at his shoulder and his hip, just for something to hold on to. But it wasn’t enough.
Her breath caught as she let him bear her down into the mattress. The softness of it welcomed her, the cool slide of the sheets a contrast to the heat of his skin and the slick press of his mouth.
“Fuck.” He scraped his teeth across her lip and worked his way toward the point of her jaw. “You don’t know.”
She tipped her head to the side in invitation. “Don’t know…”
“How bad I’ve wanted you. Here.” His words set off a pang inside her chest at the same time that the wet kisses he laid against her throat sparked a low, warm roll of arousal, heavy in her breasts and pulsing thickly in her sex. “In my bed. First thing in the morning. Wanted to sleep beside you. Wake you up with my mouth on you.”
Biting down, he fit a hand to the underside of her thigh and pushed it wide. She moved with him, making space for him between her legs, and he fit himself down into it. The rough fabric of his jeans rasped against her bare skin, and she arched up into the pressure, until the hard line of him pressed right where she needed it. Moaning at the spike of pleasure, she threaded her fingers through his hair, dragging his mouth back to hers to muffle the sounds he choked out of her with the grinding of his hips.
And yet there was more to it than the heat of his body or the electricity zipping through her at every glancing brush of skin on skin. There was an intensity to him, warmer than the possessive way he’d taken her in the car behind the gallery. Fuller than the shallow way she’d laid back and allowed him to have her upon his return. It was his words and his touch, combining and echoing, and it reminded her—
She scraped her nails down the length of his spine.
God, it was like their first time. Right after she’d drawn him, when she’d still been shaking from the realization of how deeply and how fast she’d fallen. Every kiss and every touch had been bright with possibility, yet shadowed by the looming specter of the fact that they had always been doomed, and there was just that sharpness to them now. That knife’s edge they skated upon.
How many times had she gone back to that moment in her mind? Even in the depths of her fury, she’d held fast to that one golden afternoon. Imperfectly remembered, all flashes of need and the rush of finally giving in. Surrendering and receiving everything from him in return.
She wanted to remember it better this time.
“Wait.” The word came out breathless, her chest heaving beneath the hot touch of his hands, throat thick and lips stung.
Freezing, he groaned aloud. He lifted up to stare at her, and the concern on his brow alone made her heart swell. Unable to explain, she fumbled blindly at her side until her hand connected with the cool metal of the camera. She curled her fingers around the strap, tugging it closer.
His gaze followed her movement, and his breath caught. When he looked at her again, it was with his eyes going molten and dark, Adam’s apple bobbing hard.
“Kate. Fuck.” He hung his head for a long moment before seeming to get himself back under control. “Always knew you had a little bit of a voyeur in you. Remember that first night you let me make you come?”
Deep in her sex, she pulsed. “As if I could forget.”
“You told me about your roommates fucking in the bunk across the room from you. Your cheeks went all pretty and pink.”
The same kind of warmth bloomed over her face right now. Shot down her spine and into the space between her legs.
His voice deepened, liquid sex rolling through his every breath as he skated his fingertips up her thighs. “You like to watch, pretty girl?”
“I like to watch you.”
His thumbs brushed the edges of her panties, and her whole abdomen flexed. For half a breath, she squeezed her eyes shut tight. She could just give in to this. Let him touch her and make her come.
Forcing her eyes open, she fought for focus.
Somehow, she got her hand around the body of the camera, bringing it up toward her eye. But before she lost the view of him to that of the lens, she worked her jaw. Summoned her courage. How many times had he told her to ask for what she wanted? Proved to her that it was her right, in bed and in every other part of her life? She darted out her tongue to wet her lips, then skated her gaze down his body.
Her voice scarcely shook at all as she said, “Take off the rest of your clothes.”
The space between them seemed to vibrate as his chest rose and fell. He sat up straighter, rising onto his knees between her spread thighs, muscles tensing.
And then he brought his hand to his throat.
God but the man was lethal. Fire raced through her, her mouth going dry as he dragged his fingertips over his collarbones. His smooth skin gleamed in the morning light, golden and perfect. He traced the edges of his pectorals, flicked a thumb against his own nipple, and let out a huff of air, and wasn’t that just an idea for later? To touch him there and see if it made him pant the way it made her.
Then his hand drifted lower. The points of her breasts went tight, her sex slick and hot.
Exhaling hard, she brought the viewfinder to her eye, and it put him both closer and farther away. Made it easier to breathe at the same time that his teasing coiled the tension inside her to the point where she felt like she might break.
She snapped the shutter with his hand flat against the dips and ridges of his abdominals. Again as he swept over to touch the crest of his naked hip above the waistband of his jeans.
And then he tucked into the denim. Made as if to stroke the hot flesh underneath, and she couldn’t stop the whine of need that escaped from her throat.
“You want me to touch myself?” Gravel roughened his tone. “I’m so hard for you, Kate.”
No. Yes. She wanted that, and for him to be on top of her already, pushing her open and pressing inside. Wanted his mouth and his hands and his cock, and how was she possibly supposed to decide?
Well, there was one place to start. “Show me.”
In slow, dragging movements, he withdrew his hand. He circled the button on his jeans for an infinite moment, swirling a single fingertip around the metal, and it took her too long to recognize the motion. She jerked her knee up, brushing her foot along his calf as her center throbbed. It was the way he liked to slip his finger along her clit, the way he got her warm and ready and wet for him.
And then he was popping the button free, pulling the teeth of his zipper down one by one. Heat bloomed in a fresh rush when he spread his fingers, palming the long line of himself through the fabric, and he made a low groan as the heel of his hand rubbed over the tip.
“Show me,” she said again.
And it was a heady ache when he did. He hooked his thumbs under his waistband at his hips, pushing the denim down maddening inch by inch, taking his boxers with it. Revealing coarse, dark hair and endless skin, and she clicked the shutter. Advanced the frame.
Then the base of him came into view. With a shudder, he reached in and pulled himself out. His cock was thick and flushed, glistening at the head as he curled his palm around himself and took a slow stroke forward, forcing a noise of pure need from his lungs.
“See how hard you make me? How much I love it when you tell me what you want?”
She fumbled with the camera in her haste to set it aside, but he was there, taking it from her. Bracing himself with one arm, he collapsed back over her, capturing her mouth, and how had she gone without this for so long? Survived for even a second without kissing him? It was cool water to the inferno between her thighs, and a conflagration to her flame, stoking her higher even as he eased the need within her, helped her keep it banked and contained.
Beside their heads, the shutter clicked, registering only dully in the back of her mind as she scraped her teeth over his tongue, met his lips again and again. She wanted to touch all the places he’d had his hands, wanted the hot length of him against her skin. Moaning, she skated her palms across his chest toward the center of his hips. When she brushed the wet tip of him, it punched the breath from him, but then he was there, pushing her hand aside.
Sliding down her body with the hot glide of his mouth.
This is me right now:
You guys are in for treat because you don’t have much of a wait for this book. It comes out on Tuesday so you have two short days to wait before you can purchase this book for yourself…or you can enter our April Sunday Spotlight giveaway. Either way, you’ll want to get this book! It’s sexy and Rylan is delicious. Don’t miss out!
Art of Passion Series
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About the Author
WEBSITE | FACEBOOK | TWITTER RITA® finalist author Jeanette Grey started out with degrees in physics and painting, which she dutifully applied to stunted careers in teaching, technical support, and advertising. When none of that panned out, she started writing.
Never content to do just one thing, she is published in new adult, as well as contemporary, futuristic, and male/male romance. Her short fiction has appeared in two consecutive annual editions of Best Erotic Romance, and her novella, Take What You Want, was named one of Library Journal’s best books of the year.
In her spare time, Jeanette enjoys making pottery, playing board games, and spending time with her husband and her pet frog. She lives, loves, and writes in upstate New York.
