by: Samanthe Beck
Series: Compromise Me
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: November 16, 2015
Source: Publisher ~ Entangled: Brazen
He's not who she expected, but he's exactly the man she needs…
When Chelsea Wayne drags Santa into a supply closet for a little office party nookie, she assumes the man in the suit is her on-again/off-again coworker boyfriend. Instead, it's Rafe St. Sebastian, a man known for his hard-driving ways in business as well as the bedroom--and, kill her now, the brand spanking new owner of Las Ventanas--who grants her naughtiest Christmas wishes.
So much for her reputation, not to mention her career.
Rafe needs to close three acquisitions to prove to his father he's ready to take the helm of St. Sebastian Enterprises. A hot interlude in a supply closet after deal number two seems like the perfect illicit Christmas bonus. Unfortunately, when that "bonus" becomes the key to the final deal, he finds himself back in bed--so to speak--with Chelsea, and after their steamy tryst, he's not interested in keeping things professional…
“There is nothing personal between us.”
“I beg to differ. In fact, I’m fairly certain I know your deepest, darkest secret.”
“I sincerely doubt that.”
He brought his mouth to her ear. “You knew I wasn’t Paul.”
“No.” The denial, though immediate, sounded slightly breathless, slightly desperate.
She had to have at least suspected, at some point. He refused to believe otherwise. “Not at first. But when I had you clinging to the tables, trembling so hard you could barely stand? You knew.”
“You-you’re delusional. If I’d realized you weren’t Paul, don’t you think I would have stopped you?”
“No. By the time you realized, you didn’t care.” The crowd around them erupted into a countdown.
Ten... He cupped her jaw in one hand... Nine... and slid the other down her back. Then lower. Eight... “You didn’t care about anything except my tongue tracing the path of your thong”—he let his fingers do the honor now—“all the way down until I could taste your sweet, throbbing little—”
“I thought you were Paul!” Her wide eyes darted to his, pupils huge.
Five... “Remember how you used your body to beg for more? There’s no f-ing way you’ve ever begged like that for Paul Barrington. No f-ing way. I could have you begging again.”
Her breathing came in quick, shallow pants. The hands she’d rested lightly on his shoulders tightened, bunching his jacket in a white-knuckled grip. She shook her head. “Not going to happen.”
Three... He was risking getting his face slapped in the middle of a dance floor on New Year’s Eve, but he didn’t care. For some inexcusable reason, he needed to know she wanted him, not Barrington.
Two... He spread his palm over the perfect curve of her ass and hauled her against him, so she’d feel just how well he remembered every damn detail of their last meeting.
“It’s not?” he challenged, and then crushed her lips under his.
Cheers of “Happy New Year” echoed around them over the strains of “Auld Lang Syne.” A flotilla of black and silver balloons sailed down from the ceiling. Guests laughed, and sang, and jostled them while he kissed her. Sparkly, star- shaped confetti rained over everyone and everything, and he kept right on kissing her. Her arms twined around his neck. Her lips parted. She flattened one hand against the back of his head and held on. When he bent her over his arm and swept his tongue into her soft, yielding mouth, she wrapped her leg around his hip. The heat of her body practically seared his thigh through his tuxedo pants.
He trapped her lower lip between his teeth and nibbled. There went his no biting promise, but her shuddery moan told him she didn’t mind.
The song ended. The house lights came up a few notches. He slowly drew her upright, and even more slowly relinquished her mouth. She stared up at him, dazed, her lips plumped from their kiss.
“You’re a terrible liar, Miss Wayne.”
Giving her a grin he hoped didn’t reveal how much the move cost him, he walked away.
Hello Samanthe!!! Welcome back to Read Your Writes Book Reviews. How have you been?
Hey Kim! I’m great. Thrilled to be back at Read Your Writes…corrupting you again.
Yes. Yes. You do corrupt me. Your latest book is Compromising Her Position, and is the first book in your Compromise Me series. What can you tell me about it and the series itself?
Anyone who’s read me knows I love to put my characters in compromising positions, (in Private Practice, Tyler Longfoot shows up on Ellie Swann’s porch at 2:00 a.m. with a bullet in his fine ass; in Lover Undercover, reluctant stripper Kylie Roberts gives her very first lap dance to undercover LAPD detective Trevor McCade; in Falling for the Marine, Michael McCade meets his new neighbor Chloe when he rescues her from a trap of her own making—she’s handcuffed herself to her bed). This series takes my perverse little habit to a whole new level, and Chelsea kicks it off in epically compromising style when she accidentally shoves the wrong Santa into a closet at the work holiday party and has her merry way with him. Ooops.
Ooops is right. I believe you told me before that Mr. Rafe St. Sebastian was a very bad boy. Okay, you gotta me more details!
I can do better. How about a taste?
“You’ll stay. Not just because you want this as much as I do”—to underscore the point he dipped his fingers into his rum and Coke once more, and then slid them along the warm flesh of her inner thigh, and lightly over the damp panel of her panties—“but because if you walk out the door tonight, the next time you spread your gorgeous legs for me, I won’t be such a gentleman. We’ll play by my rules.”
Another stroke. A breathless whimper. Her eyelids lowered as she gave herself over to his touch.
“I like to play dirty. I can also be very”—stroke— “very”— stroke— “exacting. I won’t give you any relief until you’re on your knees, begging, ‘Please fuck me, Mr. St. Sebastian.’”
Without another word, he removed his hand. A groan spilled from her lips before she caught the lower one with her teeth. She pinned him with a dark, frustrated look.
He met it with a smile. He had her. They both knew it. “Get the door.”
“You’re awfully sure of yourself, aren’t you?”
In answer, he picked up his glass and took a drink.
Well than. Rafe sounds very sure of himself. Tell me about Chelsea Wayne.
Chelsea’s the quintessential “nice girl,” who’s finished last one too many times. After getting her heart stomped on—yet again—she moves to Hawaii for a new job and a fresh start. She’s done catering to the man in her life. From here on out she’s guarding her heart, and only looking for fun, mutual attraction, and mind-blowing sex. Oh, look, here comes Rafe…
What's the appeal between Chelsea and Rafe?
Did I mention mind-blowing sex? (wink) Beyond that, there’s a fun and frustrating push-pull between these two characters. Neither wants a relationship, and even if they did, on paper the other one would be the worst possible choice, but something beyond the chemistry keeps drawing them together. They have fun. They make each other laugh. They make each other strong, better, more balanced people.
You have me blushing a lot, reading your stories. Do you ever blush yourself at something you've written?
Oh, God, I have to say yes! I never thought I blushed over my own writing, but I happened to get a look at myself recently after a particularly…um…inventive scene, and whoa! I was a flushed, sweaty mess. Nice look when you have to head out to pick your 6 year-old up from school. #OccupationalHazard!
Are you a plotter or a pantser?
I am the worst of both.
You're known for putting humor and hot sexy moments in your stories. What's one of your favorite funny moments from Compromising Her Position?
There’s a scene where Rafe’s apologizing to Chelsea and, naturally, his apology involves edible personal massage gel. She’s shocked by the cost of the stuff, but he simply tells her, “You can’t put a price on forgiveness.” She wholeheartedly agrees in the end. (wink)
Are you currently working on anything at the moment? Is there anything you would like to share?
So many things! More Brazens, including a couple more books in the Compromise Me series, and I’ve got a Lovestruck series in the works too. If I can tempt your readers to my Facebook author page, (https://www.facebook.com/SamantheBeckWriter), I post teasers almost every Tuesday. (Note: Kim refuses to read them because the teasers are hot off the presses—usually a scene I just wrote. She doesn’t want to wait)!
I’m looking forward to all of it!!! And yes, I don’t like reading your teasers, because I get upset that I have to wait so long for the actual book. I’m a very impatient person. Samanthe, thank you so much for taking the time to answer some questions for me.
My pleasure, Kim! Thanks for having me.
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Wine lover, sleep fanatic, and USA Today Bestselling Author of sexy contemporary romance novels, Samanthe Beck lives in Malibu, California, with her long-suffering but extremely adorable husband and their turbo-son, Hud. Throw in a furry ninja named Kitty and Bebe the trash talking Chihuahua and you get the whole, chaotic picture.
When not clinging to sanity by her fingernails or dreaming up fun, fan-your-cheeks sexy ways to get her characters to happily-ever-afters, she searches for the perfect cabernet to pair with Ambien.
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