lush book reviews: Sinful Rewards 11 Tour & Giveaway with Cynthia Sax

Sinful Rewards 11
A Billionaires and Bikers Novella

By: Cynthia Sax

Releasing May 12, 2015

Avon Red Impulse

Blurb

Bee Carter has been invited to one of Chicago's most glamorous charity balls. Attending this high-society event will be a dream come true, giving her the sense of belonging she's always craved and memories she could never duplicate.

But it will also test her relationship. Because her date won't be the man she believes she loves. Instead, she'll be arriving on the tuxedo-clad arm of his rival, a man who has never stopped wanting her, desiring her touch, her kisses, and her passion.

How much will Bee risk to make a dream come true? Will her newfound love withstand the temptation of another, a man willing to do anything to claim her?

Link to Follow Tour: http://www.tastybooktours.com/2015/03/sinful-rewards-11-billionaires-and.html

Goodreads Link: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/22999171-sinful-rewards-11

Goodreads Series Link: https://www.goodreads.com/series/136907-sinful-rewards

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Author Info

Cynthia Sax lives in a world filled with magic and romance. Although her heroes may not always say, "I love you," they will do anything for the women they adore. They live passionately. They play hard. They love the same women forever. Cynthia has loved the same wonderful man forever. Her supportive hubby offers himself up to the joys and pains of research while they travel the world together, meeting fascinating people and finding inspiration in exotic places such as Istanbul, Bali, and Chicago.

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Excerpt

I sense Hawke before I see him, the air shifting around him, the crackling electricity of awareness tickling the fine hair on my neck and causing my pussy to hum with happiness.

I widen my stance. If Hawke and our audience look closely, they’ll see my pink pussy, brown curls, empty entrance, the wetness glistening on my pale thighs. They’ll realize I’m ready for him, eager to be fucked.

A floorboard creaks as Hawke approaches the bed, and my anticipation spirals upward. I breathe deeply, inhaling the scent of leather, engine grease, and man, my man. He hasn’t disguised his unique aroma today. He’s aware that he’s my fantasy, that I don’t want to have sex with anyone else.

Knowing my protective former marine, every member of our audience today can be trusted with my reputation, with my good-girl image, my life. This frees my inner pervert. I wave my ass in the air, enticing Hawke closer, wanting him to touch and taste my bare skin.

“Behave,” he rumbles, his voice dark and dominant.

“Make me.” I defiantly wiggle, taunting him. A gentle encounter won’t dissipate the tension inside me. I need the forceful handling only he can give me.

A coarse, calloused palm lands hard on my ass and I yelp, shocked, surprised, turned on. My pussy clenches around nothing. Heat radiates from the point of contact, warming me all over.

I look over my left shoulder. He’s naked. Tanned skin pulls over rippling muscle, the surface decorated by black ink and silver scars. He’s erect. His cock juts proudly from a base of thick brown hair. And he’s smiling, the damn man’s lips hitched into that lopsided grin I can’t resist.

“You’re a good girl,” Hawke says loudly, playing to our audience. “But even good girls act out.” He rubs the red mark he left on my skin, spreading the delightful pain over my body, and I moan, melting under his fingertips. He chuckles. “You like it rough.”

I push my curves into his big hands, unable to deny his claim because I do like it rough . . . within limits. Whips and chains don’t turn me on. I prefer skin on skin, a sensual bruising, the occasional love bite, the ache of a body well used by a lover.

By Hawke.

He cups, squeezes, explores, peeling my ass cheeks apart, giving our spectators a clear view of my puckered hole. “If I wanted to take you here, you’d allow me.” His voice holds no doubt.

He’s an arrogant man. I narrow my eyes. “You wouldn’t take me there.” He knows how I feel about anal sex.

“I wouldn’t,” Hawke confirms, releasing my curves, once more concealing that forbidden part of me. “But if I asked to fuck your ass, you’d say yes.”

“I’d say ‘Hell no,’ ” I lie. He’s right. Unable to deny him anything, I’d say yes.

Hawke laughs, his abs undulating, his cock bobbing. “You’re a terrible liar, sweetheart.” He palms my mons and I inhale sharply. “You’d agree because you trust me.” He increases the pressure on my clit and I see stars, the pleasure exquisite. “And because you love me.”