Today I am SO EXCITED to bring you guys a guest post from my friend, Lisabet Sarai, in honor of her new release, The Gazillionaire and the Virgin! Check out the excerpt below if you doubt that this book is going to be both sweetly romantic and a super hot piece of BDSM erotica in one!
Lisabet is one of those authors that really "gets" what this genre is about and I know you'll love her work. Read on! Take it, Lisabet!
You may be wondering why I'm wearing the silly hat, drinking champagne, dancing around in my unmentionables. My new novel just came out last Friday, and I'm celebrating! This book took me more than a year to write, partly because work forced me to take a several month hiatus. To be honest, I'm pretty proud of it, and I'm shouting the news to roof tops: The Gazillionaire and the Virgin is out! Get your copy now!
Yes, I'm excited. Those of you who know my history might find my skywriting and my conga line a bit surprising. After all, this isn't my first book. It's not even my tenth. Counting is a little difficult, since a number of my books have come out in different editions from several publishers, but I figure that, not counting short stories in anthologies, I've celebrated around fifty release days.
And I do celebrate. It never gets old, because with every book I write, I try to stretch myself. I might attempt a new genre, or a new format. I might take a well-worn formula and turn it on its head. So I'm always thrilled to see my experiments take shape as real books—both thrilled and terrified to discover how my readers will react.
Compared to some of my colleagues, I'm not very prolific. I try to keep a steady stream of new work in the pipeline, but in contrast to some of my author friends, it's really a trickle. That makes each release more important to me, I guess. Still, I'll bet that my colleagues who do write full time still get out the noisemakers and the bubbly every time one of their (practically uncountable) books hits the streets.
Anyway, I’ve been waiting eagerly for the release of this book, and I plan to enjoy it. I'd like you to enjoy it, too. Below you'll find the blurb and an excerpt from The Gazillionaire and the Virgin. This post is the first in my two week blog tour. You could win a $50 bookstore gift certificate, or an autographed print copy of the book. Just leave me a comment telling me your reactions to the book and you’ll be entered in the drawing.
And please include your email as part of your comment. If you win, I want to be able to find you!
When Silicon Valley entrepreneur Rachel Zelinsky meets reclusive genius Theo Moore, she finds him strangely compelling. Theo is both arrogant and socially awkward, but he has an aura of power that speaks to Rachel’s carefully-hidden submissive side. Disturbed and aroused, she tries to focus on her original objective—a deal to incorporate his Artificial Intelligence software into her company’s popular virtual world. Rachel’s not a woman who lets pleasure interfere with business, but for some reason, she can’t resist Theo’s geeky appeal.
Theo Moore can’t be bought. His past battles with poverty make him deeply suspicious of the billionaire CEO. Still, with her voluptuous curves and brilliant mind, Rachel embodies his ultimate sexual fantasy. Too bad his knowledge about sex derives from extensive research and a stash of kinky porn rather than real-world experience.
That doesn’t bother Rachel, however. In his bed—in his arms—in his bonds—she discovers the bliss of total surrender. Rachel may be Theo’s first lover, but Theo is Rachel’s first true Master—and the first man to truly touch her heart. It seems that love may harmonize their differing goals and values, until Rachel’s unwitting violation of Theo’s trust threatens to tear them apart forever.
On the long cab ride from Greenpoint to the upper West Side, we make out in the back seat like teenagers. Theo’s mouth on mine is hungry and demanding. His hands wander in a slow dance over my breasts and along the curve of my hips, as though he’s caressing me for the first time. He clutches me to his chest, pulls me into his lap, grinds his hardness into my bottom. All the while he continues to steal my breath with his fierce kisses.
I’m on fire. I want his touch on my bare skin, his fingers probing my deepest recesses, but when I try to draw his hand up under my top or between my legs, he slaps mine away. Those slaps only kindle a more ferocious need. By the time we’ve made it back to our suite, I’m practically dissolving, so wet I make squelching sounds when I walk.
Taking my hand, he leads me through the sitting area, with its thirtieth story view of glittering Manhattan, to the palatial bedroom.
“Don’t move,” he orders. “I’m going to undress you.”
He circles behind me to unzip my skirt. The garment slips over my hips to the floor. Next he hooks his fingers into the waistband of my tights and rolls the clingy material down to my ankles. I imagine him using the elastic garment to bind me—it would be well-suited to that task—but he seems intent only on rendering me naked.
“Step out of your shoes. That’s right.” He extricates first one foot and then the other from my hosiery, and tosses the tangled garment away. “Arms over your head,” he commands. In a matter of seconds, my sweater has joined my other clothing on the floor.
He pauses for a moment, apparently to admire me in my state of semi-nudity. My swollen nipples distort the lace of my bra. My sodden panties bunch between my legs. Though I know it’s forbidden, I tense my thighs, seeking some friction to relieve the terrible, pulsing ache between them.
“Be still!” I hope he’ll slap my ass as punishment for my infraction, but there’s only his verbal reprimand.
“Can’t you speed up a bit, Theo?” His fingers brush my back as he unfastens the bra hooks. Electric currents zap my sex. I moan. “I’m desperate for you.”
“That’s good. That’s the way I want you.”
My panties are so wet that they stick to my skin. He chuckles as he removes them. “You’re such a horny slut. I love it.”
“Please, sir…I can’t bear much more.”
Ignoring my plea, he stands back to survey the results of his efforts. “Clasp your hands at the back of your neck. Now don’t move. Ah yes! Perfect!”
As I stand there, nude, exposed and hungry, he seats himself on the bed, unzips his fly, and extracts his cock. It juts up from his lap, huge and hard, drooling pre-cum. I’d die for a taste, but I understand he plans to make me wait. He runs his hand lazily up and down the veined shaft, grinning like some feline after an avian snack.
“You’re so beautiful. You’re a dream come true. Sometimes I can’t believe you’re real. Any minute, I expect to wake up in my apartment, alone and horny. Totally lost.”
His mood shifts. His voice hitches in a near sob. “I don’t think I could bear that, Rachel. I love you so much…” Then he’s on his feet, holding me close, his starched shirt grazing my nipples, his cock leaving wet trails on my belly. “Tell me you love me,” he murmurs close to my ear, his embrace so tight I can scarcely breathe. “Even if it’s a lie. I need to hear it.”
“It’s not a lie, Theo.” Disobeying his instructions about my hands, I wrap my arms around his broad back. “I do love you. But I don’t have much more experience with this—with love—than you do.” I tilt my chin up, silently begging for a kiss. He does not deny me.
“You heard what my dad said. You’re the first, the first since college. You’re special.” He nibbles my earlobe, then licks along my neck to my collarbone. Everything he does feels exquisite. “I’m just not sure what that means. Everything—ah, Theo!—it’s all happening so fast.”
“Maybe we just have to trust our intuitions.” His eyes shine in the muted light of the bedroom. I think I see glints of gold, and remember him as the wizard in MirrorWorld. Somehow he knows me, after only a few weeks, more thoroughly than anyone ever has. “And we have to be honest with one another. Tell each other what we need. What we want.” Finally, his fingers seek out my dripping sex. I shudder with dangerous pleasure as he slides inside. “Tell me what you want, Rachel.”
The answer’s easy. “I want you to take me, sir. To use me. To fuck me until there’s nothing in the universe but you, and me.”
Theo seizes me, lifts me off the floor and tosses me onto the bed. I lie there, breathless, my heart thudding against my ribs as he tears off his clothing. In seconds, he’s looming over me, pinning my wrists above my head, while his cock prods at my entrance. He wears that manic, power-drenched smile that totally destroys me.
"Funny. That’s what I want too."
(Print coming soon!)