Release Blast & Giveaway: Skirt Chaser by Stacey Kennedy
SKIRT CHASER
Filthy Dirty Love #2
Stacey Kennedy
Releasing Aug 8, 2017
Love gets filthy in this new erotic
romance by USA Today bestselling author, Stacey Kennedy.
Greyson
Crawford works hard by day and plays even harder at night. And he understands
and obeys the rules of the game. One, don’t mix business and pleasure. Two,
employees are off-limits. So, he’s been eagerly counting down the days until
interior designer, Evie Richards is no longer under contract with his Seattle
architecture firm. But when that day comes, he realizes there are more
obstacles in his way. The biggest…Evie herself.
Until Evie
gets asked to be the maid-of-honor in her best friend’s destination wedding,
and Evie needs a date. The circumstances are perfect for Greyson to set his
plan of seduction into motion. He will happily play the boyfriend for the
weeklong wedding event, if Evie will surrender to his every command and play in
his bed.
For Evie,
it’s all fun and games until Greyson’s first touch; then she begins to question
what’s real. She knows better than to fall for a guy like Greyson—a skirt
chasing ladies’ man—but with every slow caress and kinky adventure, she
realizes that Greyson knows what he wants, and it isn’t just her body
surrendering to him…it’s her heart.
In the seconds
that passed, the desire practically wafted off her, scented so sweet his cock
went hard just that easily. As it always did, the space between them felt
charged with electricity, but he’d never gotten this close to her before. He
never let her feel the extent of how he wanted her. Now, he held nothing back.
“I have a
better idea than jail time,” he told her, giving her enough distance that if
she wanted to move and leave the bathroom, she could. When she stayed put, he
added, “Show these bastards up. Take me with you, and make them both ragingly
jealous.”
Her eyes
searched his, then she broke out in loud laughter. “Yeah, right. Hilarious.”
She might have
said one thing, but the only thing he noticed was that she wasn’t moving, eyes
locked on him. “I’m not kidding,” he said, erasing the distance between them,
placing both hands on either side of her, trapping her between him and the
counter.
“You’re not
kidding,” she said, more of a statement than a question.
Grey glanced
from her bottom lip she nibbled to her flushed cheeks to her smoldering eyes…
Christ, what he’d do to this woman. It would be indecent. “I would never joke
about something that so clearly upsets you,” he told her seriously. “I can only
imagine you want to one-up them. I know I would. Use me to do it.”
“She’s my best
friend,” she said softly. “I don’t need to one-up her.”
He let his
gaze roam over her pretty face before looking into her smoldering eyes again.
“Tell me it’s never crossed your mind what it would feel like to walk in there
not like a sad third wheel but like a woman who owns the world.”
“And how would
that ever happen?’
“You’ll have
me on your arm.”
Her mouth
twisted. “You’re pretty sure of yourself.”
“Angel, I am
never the third wheel of anything,” he told her, dead serious. “I’m the engine,
the accelerator, and the whole damn car.”
She swallowed
deeply and studied him, hard. “All
right,” she eventually said, “say I’m game and actually agree to this crazy
plan, what do you get out of it?”
“I get you.”
He brought his mouth close enough to tease her. She wanted his kiss, angling
her head backward, parting her lips. He dragged his nose across hers, and
added, “I get to have you in all the ways you know I want you. Beneath me, over
me, against a wall, on your knees, screaming my name, whatever I want.
Completely under my control.” And to ensure there were no misunderstandings, he
sternly added, “My game. My rules. Your surrender, until we’re back in
Seattle.”
In a breathy
voice, she asked, “Tell me why any sane woman would do this?”
He grinned at
her—a sly smile that worked its charm on many women but seemed to have an even
greater effect on her. He watched the way the heat rippled through her, and her
breath grew rough and raspy, and fuck, did he want to make her moan.
“First, and
most importantly,” he answered, staying on point, “you will do this because we both know you’ve been looking for a
good reason to say yes to a little guilt-free, no-strings-attached with me. So,
here it is. I’m giving you the perfect scenario for us to make that happen. The
rules are clear. There can be no misunderstandings.”
She hadn’t
blinked. “And second?”
“Secondly,” he
said, moving his nose to her neck, inhaling her scent of sugar and spice while
he slid back up her smooth skin to her ear, feeling her shuddering under his
touch. “I’m that guy that every woman, including your bitch of a best friend,
will want.” He lifted his head, staring into her lust-filled eyes. “I’m the
perfect guy to show your shithead ex-boyfriend you’ve moved up in the world.”
She finally
blinked. “When exactly would this arrangement start?”
“Tonight. My house.
Eight o’clock. Bring your suitcase.” He paused, considered his next steps.
“Send your flight and resort details to my email so I can get that squared
away.”
She nodded.
“Okay.”
He took her
chin, tilting her eyes to lock onto his. “The proper reply is: ‘Yes, Grey, I
agree to your terms.’”
Silence fell.
A slowly
seductive, delicious darkness slid over her eyes with her grin. “Yes, Grey, I
agree to your terms.”
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USA Today bestselling author Stacey Kennedy has written more
than 30 romances, including titles in her wildly hot Club Sin, Dirty Little
Secrets, and Filthy Dirty Love series. Her books are about real
people with real-life problems, searching for that special thing we call
love…in a very sexy way. When she’s not burning up the pages and setting
e-readers ablaze, she’s living her happily ever after with her husband and two
young children in southwestern Ontario. She’s a firm believer that wine,
chocolate, and sinfully sexy books can cure all of life’s problems.
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