Lost In France (Book 1) of the Firebird Trilogy
by Jani Kay
Release Date: 28th November 2013
Cover Design © Arijana Karčić, Cover It! Designs
Lost in France is an erotic contemporary romance novel set in Paris, the city of Love and Romance. Part 1 of 3 in the exciting new Firebird Series.
Offered a thrilling new job, Rebecca flees her tormented past, putting as much distance between herself and her ex-lover, wanting a fresh beginning in a foreign city.
On the airplane she meets Alain, a dangerously handsome Frenchman, who seduces her with his charming European ways. But her new boss, super arrogant CEO, Maxwell Grant, doesn't like her entanglement with the Frenchman; he wants Rebecca to himself...
Rebecca hates her boss and tells him in so many words - a career limiting move if ever there was one...
Is Rebecca jumping from one hotter-than-hell fire into another? And will she finally find what she is looking for?
Meet Alain, French winemaker, aristocrat and owner of a chateaux in Bordeaux:
He lifted the hem of my nightdress, exposing my flesh as his gaze drank me in. His pace was torturous – as if he wanted to slowly imprint every second into his memory. Panting already, a pool of liquid settled between my legs even though he wasn’t touching me, only his eyes were burning me alive.
Writhing on the bed, I wanted my Frenchman to touch me, to run his hands over me, but he kept going, exposing first my naked mound, then higher, exposing my breasts till he finally lifted it over my head. Gripping the sheets, I moaned softly – I couldn’t wait for him to make love to me. My nipples were hard and he hadn’t touched me yet.
I reached out for him, but he quickly sidestepped.
“No touching,” he growled. He grabbed both my wrists and tied them to the bedpost with the bandage he had removed from my ankle.
I watched in awe as he slowly removed his clothing from his body. I licked my lips as his glorious erection sprang free. I hadn’t had him in my mouth for the longest time.
He crawled back onto the bed and lay beside me, not touching me, his cock throbbing, letting his gaze linger on my body till I could scream for him to touch me. A slow smile spread over his face before he leaned over and kissed me on the mouth, his breath controlled, still not touching my body.
“I’ve dreamt of this moment, of having you here again,” he said as his finger traced my body, from my throat to my navel. “I want to kiss every inch of your skin.” I couldn’t take this slow pace, I wanted him inside me.
He sensed my urgency as I moaned, wriggling to free myself from the constraints of the bandages. Every nerve ending in my body was on high alert.
“So hot for me, Cherie,” he said in his familiar way, a boyish grin on his face. Only caressing me with his tongue, he slowly licked his way down my body, covering every inch of it, exploring it as if it was our first time together. I was in agony, pleasure and pain spilling over me simultaneously as the throbbing between my legs grew needier.
“This is what you make me feel, Cherie,” he said, his accent heavy so that I had to strain my ears to understand him. “You torture me when you’re away. I want you to feel the longing in your body. It is the same longing I feel for you – every time you leave me.”
“Hush,” he covered my mouth with his. I tried desperately to rub myself against him, wanting him to break as I knew he finally would, filling me with every inch of him. I arched my back and raised my mound to him, offering myself up to him. He pulled away.
“Touch me, please Alain, touch me,” I pleaded. He parted my legs and blew on my mound. I writhed under the heat of his breath. It wasn’t enough.
“So ready for me,” he teased with a wicked grin, his hair falling over his eyes.
God I want him, he is driving me crazy.
I was ready to beg. “Take me. Please. Just take me.”
“You. Drive. Me. Crazy.” He echoed my thoughts. “Going with another man, sleeping in his bed…I want to go mad at the thought of him touching you – ”
So this was his game. Revenge.
His head disappeared between my legs.
Thank God. At last.
I thrust my hips forward, eager for his mouth on me.
“So fucking wet, Cherie,” he rumbled from deep within his chest.
My nipples were hard as stone, I wanted his hands on my breasts, his fingers inside me. I nearly spasmed when just the tip of his tongue touched my clit, licking it slowly, torturing me with his slow, slow pace.
I squeezed my eyes shut, this was absolute hell. Pleasure from his tongue drove me crazy, yet just as I got to the edge, just as I wanted to climax, he stopped. I never knew I could be tortured this way. I moaned, hoping to entice him into me. It worked before.
But this time it had the opposite effect on him.
About the Author
Jani has been married for a long time to a special man, and her two children and their partners are the sunshine in her life. She is a voracious reader and would spend her last dollar on a book - always fascinated that for the mere price of a book, she can escape her world for a while and see through someone else's eyes.
Besides reading, her favorite 'thing' is traveling - she has traveled the world, learning about the ways people live and has come to the realization that no matter where we live, we all ultimately want the same things. Her hobby - Scrapbooking - keeps her up till way after midnight and her usual subjects are her family and her travels.
Ever since she can remember, Jani wanted to write stories about people, about their lives and loves. Relationships and Happiness - arguably the most difficult things to master in life and yet exactly what everyone ultimately desires (in her humble opinion).
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