We're excited to share the cover for One Week by Author Zoey Derrick, which will release late July 2014!
ONE WEEK is all it will take...
A week in Las Vegas and she will feel better about herself. At least that is what Dacotah Miller is hoping will be the case.
Left at the alter, heart broken and ashamed, Dacotah takes the opportunity offered by her girlfriends - the chance to get away. The opportunity to escape her mundane life in the middle of nowhere Wisconsin.
But what Dacotah doesn't know is that lurking in Las Vegas is the chance of a lifetime, a dream come true, in the form of Derek Hunter.
Derek, in town on business, can't seem to focus on his purpose once Dacotah walks into his field of vision. She beautiful and just what he needs to cure his desire for a good woman in his bed. Only she presents a challenge to him unlike anything he's ever experienced before.
Dacotah will be wrapped up in a whirlwind of unexpected events that will force her to make a decision, life changing choice. Does she get on the plane back to boring Wisconsin and wonder what might have been? Or will she step on board a private jet that promises to take her on a journey she will never forget?
“Orion huh?” I jump at the voice in my ear
and try to spin around but he pins me to the side of the pool. I should fight
to free myself, but the sound of his voice, the smell of his cologne, my
drunkenness and the instant wetness between my legs has me paralyzed.
“You never told me your name.” I breathe.
“Orion is fine, for now.” He replies, but
he doesn’t ask me for my name, and I wonder idly if he already knows. Whether
having heard Mandy say it, or something else. I feel him press into me a little
harder and I can feel ever inch of his warm, pool soaked body against my back.
My toes reach down, seeking the bottom of the pool and I find it. Steadying
myself against him. I suddenly realize that I want this man, badly.
“Why the secrets?” I ask him.
“Why not? Isn’t it more fun this way?” His
mouth is right at my ear and I can feel the warmth of his breath caressing my
face, along my cheek and down my neck. I shiver and feel my nipples harden. My
desire for him is hot and I’m surprised because I’ve never in my life been so
turned on.
“No.” I answer his question. “Well, maybe
it is for you, you have control.”
“Just the way I like it.” His hands begin
to glide along my arms, to my shoulders, across to my neck, but the contact of
his front to my back never falters. “You, in my control, wanting and willing to
do anything my heart desires.”
My breathing hitches and fear spikes in my
veins, but it is quickly cooled by his lips on my shoulder, right where it
meets my neck. His kiss is hot and soft. I can feel the stubble of his goatee
prickling along my skin and goosebumps form across my entire body. I shiver. My
breathing hitches and I bite my lip to stifle a moan. He knows exactly what
he’s doing because he doesn’t stop. His hands are tracing down my sides, light
as feathers, and his lips continue their way along my shoulder, back to my
neck.
Suddenly one of his hands disappears and I
feel his fingers on the back of my neck, grabbing at my wet hair and gently
moving it over my right shoulder.
“Well, aren’t you just full of secrets.” He
says into my ear and then he kisses along my hairline, along the infinity
tattoo on the back of my neck over to my other shoulder. His hands are gliding
down past my hips, playing with the stings on my bikini and my heart rate
spikes as I imagine him untying it, exposing me to the pool. But he doesn’t
stop. His hands glide down my thighs, as far as he can go without pulling
himself underwater. I can’t help the flick of my hips that comes at his touch
and I’m not sure if it is a reaction to tickling or my need for him. His breath
hitches and I do it, voluntarily, again.
His hands come to my hips and he grips
them, stilling me. “If you don’t stop, I will take you in the pool. Right now.
No matter who sees.”
I am beginning to feel dizzy when I realize I’m holding my breath, I
let it out in a rush trying to fight the urge to flick my hips. I want this man
and I don’t even know his name.
Excerpt Two:
“Champagne?” He says and that husky ring in
his voice is back and I can see he is watching me take my shoes off and this
time, I can see his erection in his pants and it steals my breath away. He
steps toward the dresser he was leaning on only a few moments ago and places
the bottle, glasses and my phone on the dresser then reaches for his jacket. I
watch as it slips from his shoulders and he hangs it from the mirror over the
dresser. He catches me watching him and he smirks. I watch as he loosens his
tie and begins to unbutton his shirt. My mouth goes dry as I start to see the
skin of his chest appear between the buttons.
His long fingers work quickly to finish off
the buttons until he reaches the button of his pants. I can’t see what he’s
doing but I hear the unmistakable sound of a zipper going down and his shirt
comes out.
The next thing I know, his tie is laying
across the dresser and he is slowly sliding his shirt down his shoulders. It’s
like watching the most beautiful strip tease in the world. His shoulders are
defined by muscle and I watch as it slips down his back, further exposing himself
to me and I’m no longer breathing.
I’m shocked to see, on his left shoulder,
is a tattoo. I can’t quite make it out from here, but it appears to be letters
and some type of wing design. Not at all something I’d expect to see on this
man. Slowly he turns around and the tattoo on his shoulder is not his only
tattoo. Over his left peck, extending onto his shoulder and down to his elbow
is a broad tribal design that just accents the way muscles on display for me now.
“Breathe Dacotah.” He says and I feel my
eyes, heavy with desire slowly slide up to look him in the eyes. They are milk
chocolate again and I want to run my hands through his brown hair.
I watch as he stalks toward me, he kicks
off one of his shoes, followed by the other, along his path to me. Then, just
like that, he is on his knees in front of me. His hands are sliding down my
right leg, the one that is still wearing the shoe I hadn’t gotten off.
His hands are soft and warm, leaving goosebumps
in their wake. He takes my foot in his hand and works on untying the canvas
from my leg. I shiver as he slides the shoe from my foot.
His hands slide back up my leg, my eyes
roll up into my head and I want to plop back on the bed, just to break the
crazy eye contact we have going on, but I can’t. I’m frozen with anticipation
at what he’s going to do next. I feel his hands as they reach the hem of my
sundress and I don’t stop him when his hands slide underneath of it and I feel
his fingers craze my pussy lips and I groan.
“So beautiful.” He breathes and I feel his
hands seeking the waist of my panties, then his fingers slip in underneath and
his eyes are begging for my permission to remove them. I lift my hips in silent
invitation for him to continue. He smiles and begins to slid them down my
thighs, to my calfs and off. I half expect him to take them and sniff them, but
he doesn’t, he’s too much of a gentleman for that.
His
hands glide along my legs on their journey back to where they were moments ago.
My hands begin to shake from holding myself up. He stands between my legs and
leans in, placing his own hands on either side of my hips. Our noses are a hair
shy of touching and he leans in a little closer. My hands give out and I lower
myself onto my elbows, all while he is right there, poised and ready to kiss
me.
About the Author:
Amazon Best Selling Angels, Demons & Devils and Paranormal Author of Give Me Reason - The Reason Series Book One comes from Glendale, Arizona. Zoey, was a mortgage underwriter by day and is now a paranormal, romance and erotica novelist full-time. She writes stories as hot as the desert sun itself. It is this passion that drips off of her work, bringing excitement to anyone who enjoys a good and sensual love story.
Not only does she aim to take her readers on an erotic dance that lasts the night, it allows her to empty her mind of stories we all wish were true.
Her stories are hopeful yet true to life, skillfully avoiding melodrama and the unrealistic, bringing her gripping Erotica only closer to the heart of those that dare dipping into it.
The intimacy of her fantasies that she shares with her readers is thrilling and encouraging, climactic yet full of suspense. She is a loving mistress, up for anything, of which any reader is doomed to return to again and again.
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