RE-RELEASE BLITZ
Title: Rough
Series: Chicago Underground #1
Author: Skye Warren
Re-release Date: May 26, 2015
SYNOPSIS
I’m a
cautionary tale. A statistic. A victim. A single teenage mother from the poor
part of town. Most of the time I’m too busy working and struggling to care what
people think. Survival doesn’t come easy.
I have a
dark secret, a pressure valve, a rare moment just for myself. On these nights I
visit a club. There I find men who give me what I need.
Men like
Colin.
But he wants
more than a few stolen hours. He demands more than my body. He wants my heart
and soul—my happily ever after. I never thought I’d be Cinderella. I never
thought a man that rough could be my prince.
PURCHASE
LINKS
Available
now in the Chicago Underground Boxed Set Book 1
Includes
books 1-3 in the series, Rough, Hard & Fierce
US: http://amzn.to/1FaMko2
UK: http://amzn.to/1Q5TkYu
EXCERPT
He walked me backward, and we made out
against the round fake-wood table, his hands running over my sides, my back. Avoiding
the good parts like we were two horny teenagers in our parents’ basements, new
to this. I shuddered at the thought. This was all wrong. His hands were too
light. I was half under him already, my hips cradling his, so I surged up and
nipped at his lip. Predictably his body jerked, and he thrust his hips down
onto me.
Yes.
That’s what I need. I softened my body,
surrendering to him.
“Bed,” he murmured against my lips.
We stripped at the same time, both eager. I
wanted to see his body, to witness what he offered me, but it was dark in the
room. Then he kissed me back onto the bed, and there was no more time to
wonder. The cheap bedspread was rough and cool against my skin. His hands
stroked over my breasts and then played gently with my nipples.
My body responded, turning liquid, but
something was wrong.
I’d had this problem before. Not everyone
wanted to play rough, but I was surprised that I’d misread him. His muscles
were hard, the pads of his fingers were calloused. I didn’t know how he could
touch me so softly. Everything about him screamed that he could hurt me, so why
didn’t he?
I wanted him to have his nasty way with me,
but every sweet caress destroyed the illusion. My fantasy was to let him do
whatever he wanted with me, but not this.
“Harder,” I said. “I need it harder.”
Instead his hands gentled. The one that had
been holding my breast traced the curve around and under.
I groaned in frustration. “What’s wrong?”
He reached down, still breathing heavily,
and pressed a finger lightly to my cunt, then stroked upward through the
moisture. I gasped, rocking my hips to follow his finger.
“You like this,” he said.
Yes, I liked it. I was undeniably aroused
but too aware. I needed the emptiness of being taken. “I like it better rough.”
Colin frowned. My eyes widened at the
ferocity of his expression.
In one smooth motion he flipped me onto my
stomach. I lost my breath from the surprise and impact. His left hand slid
under my body between my legs and cupped me. His right hand fisted in my hair,
pulling my head back. His erection throbbed beside my ass in promise. I wanted
to beg him to fuck me, but all I could do was gasp. He didn’t need to be told,
though, and ground against me, using my hair as a handle.
That small pain on my scalp was perfection,
sharp and sweet. Numbness spread through me, as did relief.
The pain dimmed. My arousal did too, but
that was okay. I was only vaguely aware of him continuing to work my body from
behind.
I went somewhere else in my mind. I’d stay
that way all night.
At least that’s what usually happened. Not
this time. Instead I felt light strokes on my hair, my arms, my back. His cock
pulsed hot against my thigh, but he didn’t try to put it inside me, not in any
of the places it would almost fit. His hands on me didn’t even feel sexual. He
petted me, and I arched into his caress.
“Why did you stop?” I meant it to come out
demanding, but instead I sounded weak. I hated sounding weak, especially about
sex. He may be the one with the cock and the fists, but I called the shots. I
had to.
“Allie, shhh. It’s okay.” He was trying to
soothe me, and it was working. He turned me back over and began to kiss me,
still murmuring words against my lips. “I’ll give it to you. Don’t worry.
Relax.” More words than he’d spoken all night.
I was lost, my emotions all jumbled up from
my arousal and my high and subsequent low, at the mercy of this stranger.
What’s
happening to me? I needed to get back to something
I knew. I wanted him to fuck me, to be inside me, to center me. I whimpered,
hoping he’d understand.
“Shhh.” He arranged my arms and legs so
that they were splayed open on the bed and then kissed his way down my stomach.
AUTHOR
BIO
Skye Warren is the New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author of dark romantic fiction.
AUTHOR
LINKS
Newsletter: http://www.skyewarren.com/newsletter/
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