The key to insatiability…
Mr. Insatiable by Serenity Woods
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Mr. Insatiable releases this week from Lyrical Press. It’s a sexy contemporary romance with lots of sizzle, set against the exotic cities of
New Zealand and . Beijing, China
As the title and cover implies, the focus of the story is the hero, Kit Fawkes, a sexy, slightly kinky, fun guy who knows his way around the bedroom. Enya’s always considered him off limits because, well, firstly he’s her brother’s best mate, and secondly he wants kids, and she can’t have them, so she knows they can’t have a future. But when fate conspires to bring them together on the evening of her brother’s wedding, she finds she can’t say no, and so begins the heated affair they’ve been heading toward since the day they first met.
Sexy romances are certainly popular at the moment following the success of Fifty Shades, Bared to You and other erotic romance authors. There’s lots of choice out there. So why should you spend your hard-earned money on one of my books?
As a writer, it’s difficult to be different. Especially when readers state time and again that they love the favourite themes like friends to lovers and brother’s best mate, and in this sense Mr. Insatiable follows these tried and tested tropes. But all I can say is that I write from the heart. I like my romances packed with lots of sexy scenes and heaps of emotion. My heroines are fun, independent and feisty, my heroes gorgeous, slightly alpha in that they know what they want and they’re not afraid to go and get it, but they’re also beta-nice, kind and gentle, and they’d do absolutely anything for the heroine.
And in the end, that’s what I think is the key for any successful romance—that when the heroine walks into the room, the hero has eyes for no other woman, and from that moment on, he’s determined to have her.
And here’s a little excerpt to illustrate how just how insatiable Mr. Insatiable really is…
Her heart hammered as she swallowed a large gulp of the whisky. “Are you normally this bossy in bed too?”
“Yep. I’m very demanding.”
“I’m not a missionary position, lights out kind of guy.”
She took another swallow of the amber liquid. It sounded as if she was going to need it. “I’m beginning to understand that.”
She’d thought she understood why women found Kit so attractive. He was handsome with a great body to match, charming, funny, kind. She’d always thought him sexy, but had never analyzed why. His girlfriends had sometimes talked about how much he liked sex, and she’d occasionally watched him with a girl, seen him turn on the charm, touch them, whisper things in their ear that made them giggle and blush. But she’d never experienced it herself. He’d always been more likely to pull her hair than stroke it, and his endearments had never extended to calling her anything more than ‘Celt,’ which had been about as sexy as Tristan calling her ‘shrimp.’
But now...his eyes held a deep, dark desire she’d never seen a man harbor for her before. It thrilled her and scared her equally. No, not scared--she would never be frightened of Kit. But she was apprehensive. She wanted him so much, but this was territory she’d never explored before, and she was nervous about starting out on this journey. Last time she hadn’t been nervous because she didn’t know what to expect. This time...she knew what he was like in bed, how he made her feel. How much better could it get?
I’m not going to hold back, he’d said. I’ll want you every which way, as often as I can manage it. The thought of his words made her panties grow damp with desire. How many ways are there? How many times can he manage it?
He was watching her, tapping his fingers impatiently on the windowsill, so she finished off her drink, the whisky burning its way to her stomach. Immediately he stood, holding out his hand to her. She took it, allowing him lead her out of the bar and through the foyer to the elevators.
He pressed the button, and they waited silently. Could he hear her heart hammering against her ribs? He laced his fingers with hers, and she looked down at them. If I agree to this, it won’t be as your friend. I’ll agree because I want you... He wanted her. She shivered, saw him smile, and knew he’d noticed.
The doors pinged and opened, and Kit led her inside, sliding his room key through the slot and pressing their floor number. The doors slid closed and the elevator ascended with a slight jolt.
Immediately, before she said a word, he turned and slid a hand behind her head, pulling her toward him and crushed his mouth to hers with a mind-blowing kiss. She gasped as he pushed her back to the wall of the elevator, but he didn’t stop, instead taking the opportunity of her open mouth to plunge his tongue inside, his free hand pulling her hips to his so she felt his eager erection.
She could barely breathe, but she was so turned on, she didn’t care overmuch. She gripped the railing that ran at hip-height around the elevator with both hands, steadying herself as her head spun, moaning as he pushed his erection against her soft mound, arousing her as he moved his hips against hers. She’d never felt like this before. She was going to explode. Literally--she’d be the first incident of spontaneous combustion since the Middle Ages. Scientists would investigate her smoking shoes for years afterwards.
Lyrical Press are offering a free copy of Mr. Insatiable to one reader. Leave a comment below and tell me, do you like the tried and tested tropes like friends-to-lovers? Or are you tired of these old themes?