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Please welcome Bewitching Tours Client
Jeffe Kennedy and the third installment of her
series, Ruby.
Book 3
Facets of Passion
Jeffe
Kennedy
Publisher
Carina Press
ISBN:
978-14268-9548-7
Genre:
Romance, Erotic Romance, Contemporary Romance, BDSM
Release
date: May 13
Book
Description:
Danielle
Sosna has no problem denying herself in order to achieve her goals—after all,
that attitude landed her a dream job at Vogue Paris. But in New Orleans for one
last assignment before heading overseas, she's faced with the most decadent of
temptations. Seductive Cajun chef Bobby Prejean takes Dani's strength of will
as a challenge, and offers her a night of wild indulgence—if she will agree to
obey his every command…
Dani
can't resist Prejean's invitation to join him in a world of carnal desire, complete
with fetish costumes and masks. Determined to keep her emotional distance, she
gives Prejean everything but her name. A night becomes a week, as she spends
Mardi Gras suspended…in the delicious space where pleasure meets pain.
Too
late, she realizes the cloak of anonymity has not protected her—and that
chasing her dream might come at the expense of her heart.
Ruby Excerpt Book 3 Facets of Passion by Jeffe Kennedy
She headed toward the B&B, at
first hurrying through the rain. As she splashed through the deepening puddles
on the uneven sidewalk, her stockings soaked through. In fact, all of her was
as wet as if she stood under a shower. Since her pace didn’t matter, she
slowed, rain running down her face, sliding over her skin. A pack of squealing
tourists hustled by, sharing one plastic rain poncho like a tarp. Prepared
locals gave her smug smiles from under the umbrellas they always carried.
She smiled back. The rain might
be cool, but the feel of it sliding on her skin brought the world into focus. A
small discomfort, like her hunger, to make getting indoors that much more
pleasurable.
She passed the Court des Deux
Pendus without glancing at it, no matter how much she might want to. Up ahead,
a man leaned against a courtyard wall, legs crossed at the ankles, an enormous
black umbrella protecting his upper half, while his stylish leather
shoes—likely Italian—were irretrievably drenched. Idiot.
“You look like a drowned rat, chère.”
The familiar voice brought Dani
up short before she realized the stranger was speaking to her. Cautiously, she
looked over her shoulder to see he’d tipped the umbrella back and was surveying
her, an amused twitch behind that neat black beard.
“Are you following me?” She
poured ice into the question.
“Now how could that be when you
just came walking by? I should accuse you. Perhaps you’re a stalker.”
“Ha!” She barked out the laugh
and turned to go, so not in the mood for more shit, all the pleasant sensuality
of walking in the rain gone. “I’ll be sure to take a different route in the
future.”
“Are you hungry?” he called out, lightly, mocking.
“Fuck you!” she tossed over her
shoulder.
“Well, all right,” he said, from
close behind her. “Though you’d have to do that my way too. Your place or
mine?”
She spun around and nearly
slammed into his chest. Backed up a hasty step and snagged her hair on the
umbrella.
“Goddammit.” She tugged at her
wet, snarled curls.
“You appear to be trapped.”
“Quit harassing me,” she hissed.
“In point of fact, you accosted
my umbrella. Now, here. Hold this.” He pushed the handle at her and she took
it, not looking at him while he used both hands to untangle her hair from the
spokes. In her four-inch stilettos, she was nearly the same height, and his
breath blew warm against her cheek, the rain drumming around them.
“Some temper you have there,” he
murmured. “I can’t help but think that if you had something in your belly,
you’d be a little sweeter.”
She decided declining to respond
to that would be the better part of valor. That had sounded like an invitation.
A tempting one.
“Nothing to say?” His lips
whispered against her cheek.
“Let me go.”
“You’re free. For now.”
She started to pull back,
thrusting the handle at him, but he wrapped his hands over hers.
“Let me make it up to you.”
“What?” Oh yes. Definitely tempting.
He returned her gaze, steady,
calm. His eyes weren’t truly black, but a deep brown, framed by thick lashes
any of her models would have killed to come by naturally. The gold hoop glinted
in his ear and she was seized by the random desire to take it in her teeth.
“I’ll make you something to eat. Something fabulous.”
“Absolutely not.”
“No?” His gaze fastened on her
mouth and the moment felt oddly intimate, with the curtains of rain falling
around the umbrella. “Let me feed you.”
“I’m not going to a strange man’s
place—for any reason.”
“Ah.” He nodded. “I am stranger
than some, it’s true. I’ll take you somewhere then. Buy you a meal. Maybe a
drink. All safe and public.”
“You threw me out of your
restaurant.”
“You deserved it.”
“You don’t know what I deserve.”
“Oh, but I’d love to find out.
You come to my place, you play my way. If you give yourself over to me, I will
show you pleasures that will keep you fed for life. A different extreme.”
Something about his tone, the
heat from his body, sent arousal rippling through her. An image of the manacles
on the courtyard wall slipped through her mind, taunting, compelling.
“Are we still talking about
food?” She tried to sound flip, but his eyes glinted and somehow she knew he
heard the desire in her voice.
“When it comes to the sensual
delights, it’s all the same. Come with me for now. Let me give you a taste.”
She studied him, definitely
tempted. Keeping professional distance was important, so she’d stayed in a
different B&B than the rest of her colleagues. But it made for lonely
evenings at times. In a week, she’d be in Paris, where she knew no one. Who
knew when she’d meet another man this alluring?
“What else will you do?” he
asked, as if he read her mind. “A rainy night in New Orleans is for sharing
good food, a little booze, a lot of nice company.”
“I don’t know why I’m agreeing to
this.”
White teeth flashed in a smile,
outrageously sexy. “Because you can’t resist me, chère.”
“You wish.”
“Yes, I do. Can you walk a bit in
those sexy heels?”
“What’s a little pain, in the
face of what you’re promising?”
“Exactly. C’mon, New York.” He
tucked her hand into the crook of his elbow. “Let me show you my city.”
For
more Facets of Passion, check out Sapphire and Platinum, available now!
Platinum
Book 2 Facets
of Passion
Jeffe
Kennedy
Althea
Grant is doing fine. Sure, her Charleston gallery is suffering from the bad
economy, and her artistic aspirations have gone nowhere. But she’s happy
enough. When rugged metal sculptor Steel rides up on his motorcycle looking to
rent studio space, his infusion of cash is more than welcome. But his art is
raw, visceral, sexual—and completely inappropriate for her pastel world of
watercolor landscapes.
Steel,
fascinated by Althea’s rare albino coloring, sees in her the key to his next
piece: a metal satyr that can be used for bondage games. Moving into her
gallery basement is the first step; seducing the coolly polite lady into
modeling for him is the second.
As
Steel peels away her careful manners and tasteful outfits, Althea begins to
realize her life isn’t just fine at all—it’s as pale and washed-out as the
watercolor paintings she’s failing to sell. Can she transform her life and
accept her most secret desires?
Sapphire
Book 1
Facets of Passion
By
Jeffe Kennedy
Publisher: Carina
Press
A
successful executive, M. Taylor Hamilton is on track with her ten-year plan.
Too bad her personal life consists of hitting the gym and grocery shopping.
Enter the seductive Adam Kirliss. They may have a working relationship, but
everything changes at an office party when he handcuffs her to the rail of a
yacht. Taylor writes the adventure off as too much champagne, but when Adam
challenges her to a date, she agrees to meet up with him. And follow his rules.
They share a night of exquisite intimacy, brimming with both pain and pleasure.
But afterwards, fearful of losing her heart, Taylor pulls back emotionally.
Adam is determined to prove that she longs for the loss of control he can give
her – and the passionate release it provides. How can he make her see that he
wants her, and not just her body?
Excerpt Sapphire
Kirliss
captured her other wrist and held them close in front of her, his warm fingers
massaging her skin, while he studied her face. The boat surged over a wave,
disturbing her balance. Kirliss’s unusual eyes caught the light, boring into
her.
“This
is silly,” she tried.
“Do you
want me to make you stay?”
“What?”
Taylor choked. She couldn’t let him treat her this way. “No! You’ll do no
such—”
She
lost her breath entirely when he pressed up against her. Thinking he was trying
to embrace her, she pulled away and found herself backed against the brass
railing.
By the
time she gathered her flustered thoughts, her wrists were handcuffed to the
rail behind her. Mortified, a bit afraid and—worse—suddenly and wildly aroused…
About
the Author:
Jeffe
Kennedy took the crooked road to writing, stopping off at neurobiology,
religious studies and environmental consulting before her creative writing
began appearing in places like Redbook, Puerto del Sol, Wyoming Wildlife, Under
the Sun and Aeon. An erotic novella, Petals and Thorns, came out under her pen
name of Jennifer Paris in 2010, heralding yet another branch of her path, into
erotica and romantic fantasy fiction. Since then, an erotic short, Feeding the
Vampire, and another erotic novella, Sapphire, have hit the shelves.
Jeffe
lives in Santa Fe, with two Maine coon cats, a border collie, plentiful
free-range lizards and frequently serves as a guinea pig for an
acupuncturist-in-training. Find her on Facebookhttps://www.facebook.com/Author.Jeffe.Kennedy and
Twitter (@jeffekennedy) or visit her at her website http://jeffekennedy.com/.
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