Sinful Rewards 3: A Billionaires and Bikers Novella (Sinful Rewards #3)by Cynthia Sax
Publisher: Avon Red Impulse
Release Date: September 16th 2014
Genres: Adult, Romance
Synopsis:
Bee Carter's carefully constructed world is tumbling down around her designer knockoff heels. Pleasing others isn't working for this small-town fashionista. Bee decides to throw caution to the Chicago wind for one night and release her inner bad girl, accepting a sexy challenge from an unknown texter, exploring the backseat of a limousine with gorgeous billionaire Nicolas, and entering a rough, tough biker bar with the mysterious Hawke.
Two hot men, one wicked night. When this good girl goes wild, who will make her erotic dreams come true—the enigmatic billionaire or the tattooed bad boy?
Sinful Rewards 3
by Cynthia Sax
A very large man separates from the pack,
and my words fade. He’s backlit, his face and form in darkness, but I’d
recognize that blunt buzz cut, square chin, broad shoulders, and confident
swagger anywhere.
“Hawke,” I whisper, my toes wiggling in the
practical flats I was forced to wear. My lack of heels makes him appear even
larger, more dominant and manly.
“Sweetheart.” He cups my chin with his
rough fingers and tilts my face upward. Our gazes meet and hold, time stopping,
the noise and lights fading. There’s only the two of us.
I’ll have sex with this mountain of a man
tonight. Decades-entrenched fear battles newly formed desire. The temptation to
turn, to run from him, from this fate, increases with each heartbeat. I know of
only one way to quiet my mind, to ensure passion wins. “Kiss me,” I whisper.
Hawke doesn’t hesitate. He swoops down and
claims my lips, the strength of his embrace stealing my breath. I gasp. He
surges inside me, his tongue tangling, tumbling with mine. He tastes of whiskey
and chocolate, a burning sweetness I could quickly become addicted to.
My knees tremble, and he straps his arms
around my body, holding me upright, pressing me to him. I forget everything, my
doubts, our audience, my friend Cyndi, losing myself in him, in the rasp of his
stubble-covered chin against my skin, the stroke of his tongue along mine, the
hardness of his body.
Hawke lifts me higher, fitting me into his
fit form. My curves flatten against his muscle. My feet dangle above the
pavement. Never have I felt this delicate, this cherished.
I grip his shoulders, clinging to him,
relishing his strength and size. This is right, this kiss, this night, this
man. I’ll give him everything, expecting only pleasure in return, forgoing
forever for one evening.
A man whistles, breaking the spell. Other
men join him, hooting and hollering, their unruly behavior heating my cheeks.
Hawke releases my lips and pushes my face into his cotton-covered chest,
bending over my smaller form as though to shield me from them.
“I’m glad you came,” he murmurs, his voice
low and deep and arousing.
***
Excerpt #2 – PG Rated
Nicolas listens to the caller, asking more
questions than he answers, the communication blunt, to the point, wasting no
time. As he talks about financing and interest rates, citing figures in the
millions, he strokes my side, not venturing any higher or any lower, seeming
content with this innocent touching.
We have time, he’s telling me. He’s not
going anywhere. I’m grateful for this slower pace, as I suspect any ground
Nicolas conquers, he keeps, and I’m not ready to be completely captured, not
yet.
He stretches out his legs, his expensive
leather shoes placed flat on the carpeted floor of the limousine. Nicolas’s
eyelids lower, his eyelashes thick, his face softening. He resembles a sleek
black panther, appearing slumberous yet ready to pounce at any minute. His
fingertips swirl lazy circles into my skin.
He ends his call and tosses the phone on the
seat. Another man might apologize for the interruption. Nicolas says nothing.
He’s a successful real estate developer. Interruptions are part of his world,
of my world now. It shouldn’t bother me.
But it does. . .a little. My mom always put
her work demands before her time with me, needing the job at the diner to pay
our bills. I want to come first with someone, unrealistic as this dream is.
“My boss is announcing my promotion to full
time today.” I share my work news with Nicolas. I’ll no longer be temporary,
and he, of all people, will understand what this means to me. He prefers to
build long-term relationships, maintaining them forever. This is one of the
things I like. . .love about him.
“Is he?” Nicolas cups my chin and turns my
face toward his. The vibrations under my a$$ fade, the limousine rolling to a
stop. We’ve arrived, but I don’t want to leave him. Judging by the gleam in his
eyes and the intent way he’s looking at me, Nicolas feels the same way.
“He is. I know he is. I organized the party
yesterday.” I give Nicolas a nervous smile, my stomach fluttering with
excitement. He’ll kiss me now. I’m certain of this. His embrace will be
demanding, possessive, as forceful, as consuming as his personality, erasing
all thoughts of other men, especially tattooed former marines. “There will be
cupcakes and coffee,” I continue to babble.
“Bee.” Nicolas traps my face between his
beautiful hands, his fingers soft yet unyielding, preventing all escape.
I swallow hard. “Yes?”
“Let me be the first to congratulate you.”
He draws me closer. My gaze meets his, the passion in his brown eyes
captivating me. This passion is for me, ordinary, broke-a$$ Belinda Carter.
Nicolas dips his head and skims his lips
over mine, slowly, gently, a brief teasing caress. His breath brushes across my
cheeks, his warmth coaxing the fire inside me higher. The scent of mint and
expensive cologne tickles my nostrils, filling my senses with him. I lean into
my billionaire, clutching his shoulders, eager for more, wishing to lose myself
in his embrace, to forget all other kisses.
Nicolas pulls away from me, and his gaze
searches my face. I don’t know what he’s looking for. His fingers remain curved
around my cheeks, holding me in place. All I have is his for the taking.
I want him to take, I want him to kiss me
again, deeper, longer this time, imprinting his being on my soul, finally
igniting the passion simmering inside me. I lick my bottom lip, anxious for
this claiming, for my foolish disappointment to dissipate.
Nicolas’s eyes darken. “I like to be the
first in everything.”
We have Cynthia Sax on our blog today. Cynthia Sax writes contemporary erotic romances with yummy billionaires and bad boy bikers. Her latest release is Sinful Rewards, a 12 novella serial from Avon.
Where did you get the idea for Sinful Rewards?
Cynthia Sax: When Avon Impulse approached me about writing a 12 novella serial, I was completely stoked! I know this was my opportunity to write a delicious love triangle. Love triangles need a huge word count to be believable. 12 novellas of 100 pages or more would give me the space to write one.
Why write a billionaire and a biker as Sinful Rewards’ love triangle rivals?
Cynthia Sax: I knew I’d write about a billionaire. Billionaires fascinate me. When I realized that Nicolas would be a real estate developer, I wanted an alternate hero who would be as different as possible from Nicolas, yet still be a swoon worthy, strong choice. While Nicolas represents home and security, Hawke, our tattooed bad boy biker, symbolizes mobility and freedom. If you had the choice between security and freedom, which would you choose?
What is your writing environment?
Cynthia Sax: I write on an antiqued PC (which I’ve nicknamed the Comedy 64) set on a tiny wood veneer desk I found discarded on a curb. This computer faces a blank wall so I don’t get distracted. My side table is the seldom used ironing board. Yes, we writers live glamorous lives. (grins)
Who is your perfect hero/heroine and why?
Cynthia Sax: The perfect character for me is imperfect. Flaws are interesting and make each character different. I love that Nicolas, the billionaire in Sinful Rewards, has a sweet tooth and a secret love of jellybeans. I love that Bee, the heroine, cleans when she’s upset (putting everything in order makes her feel more in control). I love that Hawke, the bad boy biker, doesn’t care what he looks like.
Which authors/books have caught your interest lately and why?
Cynthia Sax: There are so many. I love Shelly Bells’ White Collared, a four part BDSM erotic romance serial. Opal Carew is always a favorite writer of mine. J.K. Coi’s In Bed With The Competition is a perfect summer read. I loved Christine d’Abo’s Nailed also.
Note: I consider all of these writers friends. If I had to recommend a writer I didn’t consider a friend, I wouldn’t have any writers to recommend. (grins) I usually contact the writers I love and strike up a friendship.
What do you like to do when you are not writing?
Cynthia Sax: We, writers, love our jobs, which is a good thing because writing is a 70 hour plus week job. The hubby and I also love to travel (writing can be done anywhere) and, of course, I love to read. I speed read and average an erotic romance a day.
Some girls dreamed of knights in shining armor. Cynthia Sax dreamed of dragons, magnificent flying dragons. Being a bloodthirsty little thing, Cynthia usually dreamed of these dragons eating the damsels in distress. Now, she dreams of them doing... ahhh... more pleasurable things. Cynthia is happily married. Although her hubby has not yet shown any shapeshifting abilities, he does buy her medieval princess costumes to wear around the house. Cynthia's rather traditional mother-in-law now always calls before visiting.
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