Hey lovelies! To say goodbye to March I've got author Kacey Hammell visiting with her latest release Sweetest Salvation. I suggest you read that excerpt at the bottom *wink*.
Sweetest Salvation
Contemporary Erotic Romance/Light Bondage
Content Warning: Contains Voyeurism, Spanking, Multiple
Partners
After the deaths of her husband and child, tragedies that
she blames herself for, Andrea “Andy” Sheaver has shut herself off from the
world. The only place she finds any relief from her shattered heart is Club
Splendor, where she and her husband often frequented together. There,
Andy submits to pleasure and pain in situations so her grief is forgotten for a
little while.
But Hunter Sullivan won’t stand idly by and watch Andy
self-destruct. A friend of her husband, and the owner of Club Splendor, Hunter
has kept his love for Andy hidden for years. He refuses to think of her at the
club, cold and detached as she’s become, looking for an easy fix to take away
the pain in her heart. Hunter wants her to vibrant in life again and sets
out to prove he is exactly who she needs.
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Excerpt © Kacey Hammell, 2013
“Mr. Sullivan is waiting for you. He said you’d know
where to go.” He smiled and winked.
Cheeks on fire, she gave him a small nod and walked
ahead. She moved into the bar area and looked around. The place was packed
tonight.
There were a few people she recognized, but most
were new faces. Hunter’s business was certainly thriving.
Bridget caught sight of her and waved. Andy did the
same and turned to the left, down the hall that would take her to room fourteen
and Hunter.
Movement caught the corner of her eye, and she
looked to her right. At a table in the far corner, Paige and Nolan sat with another
couple. She missed a step, but gained her balance again. She hadn’t thought
about seeing them again. Paige waved and her husband smiled bright.
The couple’s kindness and understanding arced across
the room. Andy smiled and waved back. They’d been there for her the other
night. She’d be forever grateful for it.
Reaching the room, she took a deep breath and
knocked. Hearing Hunter’s gruff, “Come in,” she turned the knob.
The room, similar to the one she’d used the other
night, had a warmer feel to it. The fireplace ablaze, the heat of it welcomed
her.
Andy’s gaze swept the room. Furnished with a full
living room set, she loved the royal purple and black colors of the furniture
and curtains than anything else. This room conveyed privacy and self-indulgence.
Her heart rate increased just thinking of all that might have been done in this
room.
It was made for sex. Especially with a glass display
case that took up the most of wall. Inside were dildos, anal plugs, collars,
floggers, cock rings and more toys of pleasure.
Andy’s gaze landed on Hunter where he sat in the
center of the couch, arms stretched over the back of it.
“Hi, sweetheart.”
Her gaze narrowed on his and she shut the door
behind her. “Don’t you sweetheart me, Hunter. And get that look off your face.”
“What look?”
“That self-righteous look. I might be here, but not
for the reasons you think.”
“Then why are you here?” he questioned, his gaze
unwavering.
“I wanted to tell you in person that your idea isn’t
going to happen. We’ve been… friends too long. You’re Patrick’s best friend.
It’s all kinds of wrong.”
He leaned forward, arms resting on his powerful
thighs.
His red t-shirt molded his shoulders and the cuffs
of the arms looked snug around his biceps. Damn him for being in such great
shape.
She shivered, nipples tightening. She needed to get
away from him.
“There, I’ve said all I have to say. Goodbye,” she
muttered, and turned back toward the door.
Hunter was quickly behind her, arms encasing her as
his palms pressed against the door and preventing her retreat.
His breath was warm against her ear. Andy wished
she’d left her hair down. At least she wouldn’t be able to feel his breath on
her neck.
A shudder ran through her. “Let me out, Hunter. I
need to leave.”
“Why? You were so desperate to remain a member and
be here the other night. I’m simply offering a safer solution. Me instead of
strangers,” he rasped against her ear.
“I don’t have to worry about much with strangers. At
least they aren’t people I have to see after the sex is over.”
Hunter pressed in closer behind her, which pushed
her farther against the door. She’d always been claustrophobic. And right now,
being caged in by this man, made it even harder to breathe than if she was
locked in a closet. His chest was firm against her, his mouth against her ear,
and his hoarse voice soft.
Her thighs rubbed together and her clit chafed
against her thong. The string along her ass was snug. All she had to do was
turn around and take what he offered. She wanted a cock inside her.
Dear lord, this was Hunter.
Could she step over the invisible line and take what
he offered?
He was attractive, always had been to her. Hell,
she’d only been married, not dead. She appreciated a gorgeous man when she saw
him.
Hunter always treated with her respect and
friendship. She didn’t know how much he dated but had heard women at the club
mention his prowess in the bedroom. He could probably give her everything she
needed. There would be a sense of safety with him at least.
And her body’s reaction to him today, while
surprising, knew what it wanted. While she was sure it was a bad idea for them
to journey down this path, she was overwhelmed by the sudden realization that
not just any cock would do.
She wanted Hunter. Wanted only him inside her.
Her breath hitched and her lungs filled, making it
hard to breathe. No, she didn`t have the courage to give into this man.
She needed to get out of this room and away from
him. Grabbing the doorknob once more, Andy yanked.
Hunter’s palms never moved from the door, but in her
hasty movements, his chest aligned tighter against her back.
Pressed against the door, she turned her head, her
right cheek resting on it as her breasts pushed against her bra. The hard
surface scraped against her clothing, which abraded her nipples. The urge to
purr and rub against the wood was overwhelming.
Hunter’s body pressed against her; the cock cradling
her ass told her that he was just as affected as she. His length was hard,
solid. His hips dipped and shoved against the crack of her ass.
“Andy,” he whispered in her ear.
She closed her eyes, willed herself to push back
against him until he let her go.
Her eyes opened when she realized her hips moved
against his. Her pussy quivered and her stomach clenched. There was no sense in
fighting a losing battle. She wanted him.
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Canadian
author, Kacey Hammell is a multi-published erotic romance author who writes
mainly in the Contemporary Erotic/Romantic Suspense genres. She is a true romantic at heart.
Where to find Kacey…
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