Give & Receive –an erotic romance novella
Book i –
give & receive series
Alisa Anderson
What is right if
you decide there is no wrong...
For Ty, Lena and Danny, they're about to
find out as they cross the boundaries from all things safe to an arena that
will test love, friendship and loyalty. An arena that's forbidden, taboo...but
oh so tempting. In their world sex, money and excess are all a game of give
& receive, where any wish can be granted if you just ask…
Tyler Malone: Life as a rock star is anything
but boring. Money, power and fame are an addictive drug I crave that gets me
off...every time. Millions of adoring fans, willing to do anything just for me
to glance their way. What's not to love? All I ever wanted was the one who
wouldn't. She's the one person I crave more than the life, more than the money
and power. More than anything...
Danny Blake: Some smart-assed reporter nicknamed me the "The Dark Prince," because I shun the limelight. I prefer being behind the scenes, always have. Fame is now a choke hold around my neck, a dark, lonely road that never seems to end. The one light in my life is her. The person who matters above everything else. At one time I thought we could be happy together, but I lost that chance when I married someone else...
Lena Roman: Owner of the infamously notorious nightclub Sadist, head of a massive PR empire; nothing "Queen Midas" touches doesn't turn to gold. Fiercely passionate, loyal and headstrong, she is the woman who loves them both, with a fiery heat that's all consuming. Choosing between her best friend and the one she stupidly allowed at one time to claim her heart wasn't going to be easy...but she had to, right? You can't love two people at once...
Book one of the scorching hot new series, "give & receive."
Danny Blake: Some smart-assed reporter nicknamed me the "The Dark Prince," because I shun the limelight. I prefer being behind the scenes, always have. Fame is now a choke hold around my neck, a dark, lonely road that never seems to end. The one light in my life is her. The person who matters above everything else. At one time I thought we could be happy together, but I lost that chance when I married someone else...
Lena Roman: Owner of the infamously notorious nightclub Sadist, head of a massive PR empire; nothing "Queen Midas" touches doesn't turn to gold. Fiercely passionate, loyal and headstrong, she is the woman who loves them both, with a fiery heat that's all consuming. Choosing between her best friend and the one she stupidly allowed at one time to claim her heart wasn't going to be easy...but she had to, right? You can't love two people at once...
Book one of the scorching hot new series, "give & receive."
Excerpt:
Ty’s
mouth slid down her neck and she was jolted back to reality. As she pressed
further back into him, the currently stiffening hardness of his obviously
impressive cock jutted against her backside. She arched back and became lost in
his touch as he lightly bit down on her shoulder, thinking of a hundred
different things she wanted him to do to her.
She
grabbed Ty’s glass Dion had refilled and drank from it, using her tongue to
lick across exact area she had seen him drink from. Danny gaze was hooded as he
watched her drag her tongue over the top once more before taking another drink.
When her tongue flicked out to lick her lips, his hands dug into his thigh and
she watched his knuckles become stretched and tight.
“I
haven’t thought about performing in a long time.” She said, to no one in
particular. “I used to enjoy it.”
“Oh
yeah?” Ty’s hands were caressing either side of her legs, his hands inching
further and further up her thighs. Her skirt started to ride up a little,
exposing more of her damp, sweat-slickened, toffee-colored skin. Danny’s throat
went dry as he continued to look, unable to tear his eyes away. She moved over
Ty’s lap ever so slightly and Ty’s guttural, low groan vibrated against her
skin.
She
was the hottest thing Danny had ever seen.
***
“What
did you like most?” Ty’s voice was raspy, heated. He couldn’t believe he was
still coherent at this point, let alone form complete sentences. All he could
think of was burying his face between her thighs and savoring and tasting the
sweet nectar of her pussy. He wanted to lap up every bit of scorching wetness he
was feeling through the fabric of his pants and wasn’t too sure how much longer
he could play this game.
“I love the way it made me feel. In control.
Powerful. It was like…” She was breathless now and trailed off, becoming lost
in Danny’s eyes again. They bored into her soul with a fiery intensity that
both intimidated and terrified her. And the sensation of feeling Ty beneath her
while Danny watched them was driving her crazy insane.
“Like
what, baby…tell me what it was like.” Ty pressed her hips down on top of him
and began to move slightly, sliding his hips in a rocking motion.
“It
was like…riding a dick. Setting the pace. Controlling the flow. Oh god….Ty…what in hell are you doing to me?”
Ty
slid his hands under her ass and unzipped his jeans, far enough so that
beautiful, thick cock sprang free. He hitched up her skirt from the back so
that she wasn’t exposed in the front and pulled her back down, almost all in
one movement.
They
were now flesh to flesh, skin to skin, with nothing separating them now but
free will. He was, but mere inches from being fully sheathed inside of her.
“What
am I doing?” Ty murmured, repeating her question, his lips against bare back as
the strap of the skimpy top she wore was finally shoved aside. His lips blazed
a path down her spine as he paused to lick the salty taste of her skin to his
mouth.
“I’m making it good for you,
sweetheart.” His hands finally slid under her skirt from behind and managed to
part her thighs.
“Tell
me if you want me to. I want to make it so good for you, baby…but you have to
tell me. What do you want, Lena? Do you want me to touch you…like this?” Ty’s
fingers lightly brushed over her clit and she gave a moan, from deep in her
throat as she began to throb within her lower belly.
As
Lena arched her back and closed her eyes, Ty caught Danny’s eyes again and
arched an eyebrow, silently asking if he had been tortured enough.
***
Danny’s
expression, the agonizing twist to his mouth, the flash of his strange, silvery
grey eyes, spoke volumes. He couldn’t stop now.
He
made a strangled noise, deep within his throat and it was all he could do not
to reach out and touch her. Just once. But he didn’t dare. He knew if he did he
wouldn’t be able to help himself from ripping her off of Ty, pinning her down
and fucking her himself.
Part
of him was so resentful and angry it wasn’t him beneath her. At first. But he
managed to choke down the rage welling up inside his chest, because if he was
beneath her, he couldn’t be there.
Right
in front of her. Witnessing her pleasure firsthand. It was that part of him
that wouldn’t trade with Ty for anything in the world. Ty could physically feel
her, yes. Danny could see her, her
face, her body....her soul.
He was
beyond the jealousy now. Now, he just wanted to connect with her, in any way
possible. Force her to see him,
acknowledge that what was between them was real and not some fucked up figment
of his imagination.
***
Ty
couldn’t lie to himself, either. This was no longer just about proving a point
to Danny. It was about doing what he had wanted to do for years.
Stepping
up, to try and claim a piece of her heart.
That
didn’t already belong to Danny.
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Bio:
(transposed to
the third person to appear more mature *grins cheerfully*)Well...Alisa did stuff and is still doing stuff. Only now she has two boys crazy enuff to want her as their mommy. Hey, at least she tried to warn them, so her job is done. She doesn’t like to capitalize, partially because she likes how lower case letters look visually, but mostly out of laziness. Please don't judge. It could be you. And she would say, hey. You’re alright, buddy. You’re ok in my book. Now c'mere for a hug. The hug might be pushing it. Air kiss? You are strangers, after all, with only a mutual love of poor grammar.
She lives
for a world full of controllable anatomically correct, android men programmed
to meet her specific feminine needs (wink, wink, nudge, nudge with a big waggle
of the eyebrows). Who look like the rock. And Ian Somerhalder. And Idris Elba. And
that's it she promises. Variety. Gotta have variety, right?
But
alas...apparently that exists only in Johanna Lindsey’s genius mind. So until
then, she enjoys her incredibly warped sense of humor. She reads tons of
erotica and romantic, drippy goo that makes her heart go pitter patter. Then
she thought, hey. What, she said to herself. (softly, of course, so no one
finds out she is indeed, 2 nuts short of a fruitcake) maybe you should write
this stuff too. Maybe someone will like it and maybe buy it. So she said, huh,
you think? Then she said, well...yeah, I wouldn't have suggested it...(inserts
sarcastic tone) and then she was like lose the attitude, ok? Then she was all,
would you just shut up and write, already? sheesh! And she did. :)
where to find alisa anderson:
http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00CFAJQ2Q/ (soundtrack)
