Persuasion Skills - MEGA PROMO
BLITZ
By Laurel Cremant
Erotic Contemporary Romance
Date Published: 7/5/2013
Jax has finally realized that his allergy to marriage has nothing to do with the institution itself, and everything to do with the women in his bed—or more specifically, the one woman not in his bed. Her reaction to their one night together has him scrambling to regroup. So he does what he knows best—he disappears, and he thinks. The plan?—convince Pepper into staying with him at a secluded cabin for one week. One week of pretending to be a happily married couple to show her how great they could be together.
EXCERPTS
“Hell, Pep, I missed you,” he said before dragging
her from her chair into his waiting lap.
He dipped his head to the crook of her neck and
engulfed her into a tight hug.
There was nothing quite like a Jaxon Grey hug. He
hugged with his whole body. His tall frame and broad shoulders always
curved just right around her, immersing her in a mantle of warmth and
shelter.
She dipped her head and rubbed her chin onto the top
his head and closed her eyes.
“I missed you, too, jackass.”
His resulting rumble of laughter caused his chest to
shift against hers, and just like that, her back stiffened in
addition to a few other things along her body.
She bit back a groan as her nipples tightened against
the lace of her bra.
The warm gust of his breath against her neck wasn’t
helping matters either.
“You’re such a sweet talker,” he said. “And
since I like you so much, I promise not to spank you for your bad
behavior.”
He pulled her in tighter and began to rub the base of
her back. His stroking hand was far from soothing as it settled low,
and his fingers grazed the swell of her ass. All it did was remind
her of how good his big hands had felt stroking her naked
flesh.
She shifted uncomfortably on his knee, trying to scoot
away from the heat of him.
“I’m sorry, but I left my Emily Post handbook at
home.”
He lifted his face from the crook of her neck and
drifted his hands lower. Holding on to her hips, he dragged her
forward and caught her gaze with his.
“Really? That’s too bad. Chapter six is dedicated
to the perfect way to drape yourself across a man’s lap. Feel like
practicing?”
Both his suggestion and hooded gaze held her captive
for a few silent seconds. The idea of his strong hands spanking her
ass flushed her body with heat.
The thought of him holding her down at his leisure and
pleasure was surprisingly arousing. She knew that Jax liked to
control things in bed, but how far did his need for dominance
go?
“I’ve been doing a lot of thinking.”
He continued speaking as if he hadn’t just casually
filled her mind with raunchy goodness. She tried not to pout before
responding.
“It is what you’re known for,” she said, trying
hard not to stare at his mouth. Her clit was already warming at the
recollection of what that mouth could do.
She yelped at the pinch he gave her hip.
“Brat. I’m serious. After Mom died, I really
started thinking about what I wanted in my life. I started thinking
about all of the things missing.”
“Jax, you can’t expect to fill the void your mom
left with things. It’s just gonna take a little time to
heal.”
“I’m not talking about things, Pep.”
He smoothed a hand up and began to rub the nape of her
neck.
“Mom was always pestering me about settling down and
starting a family, but I always thought there was plenty of time. You
know me. I’ve never been one to believe in love and
marriage.”
Pepper tried not to flinch at his words. Jax had
always considered love to be an illogical emotion. He always joked
that it was just nature’s chemical drug designed to propagate the
species. His outlook on love was one of the reasons why she had
always been able to avoid acting on her attraction to him. There was
no use ruining a perfectly good friendship for Jax’s idea of a
romantic relationship.
His words only served to remind her that falling in
love with him was a lost cause.
“But, ever since the funeral, I’ve realized she
was right.”
It took a few seconds for his words to sink
in.
“Uh, what exactly was she right about?” she asked,
confused at his line of thought.
“She was right. I should be thinking about getting
married and starting a family,”
“What? Okay, who are you, and where have you hidden
the real Jaxon Grey?” she said, laughing desperately, and hoping
this was his version of a horrible joke.
The look on his face sobered her up
quickly.
“You’re not joking, are you?”
“No. I’ve analyzed the situation and determined
that my mother was right. So I’ve decided to get married,” he
said.
“Married?”
The words came out of her mouth in a whisper of
disbelief. Married? Married?
“Yeah, married. And I’ve concluded that you would
make me the perfect wife,” he said before pulling her head down and
covering her shock-slackened mouth in a hot kiss.
Excerpt #2
The smooth humming of an engine finally wove its way
up the road as he continued to chop.
He glanced up from his task in time to see a slate
grey SUV make its way up the gravel path that passed as the driveway
to his cabin. Within a few seconds, he could see Pepper’s face
peering at him through the front window.
The usual sense of peace that her presence always gave
him rushed through, right before his skin tightened in a zing of
awareness. Seeing her never failed to jumpstart his senses. Her
features had changed very little since college, but she’d grown her
afro out to a long mass of curls that stretched past her
shoulders.
At that moment, the mouth he’d secretly lusted after
for years was set in a firm line, and a blaze of anger shone in her
steady gaze. Neither warning sign prevented a smile from spreading
across his face as the car drew near.
She wore a white snow cap with earflaps, her curls
spilling around her shoulders, and what looked like a heavy white
winter coat. She looked like a ferocious bunny.
If looks could kill. He chuckled softly.
He swung the axe one last time and planted the blade
firmly in the chopping block before walking leisurely to the top of
the drive and waiting.
It wasn’t hard to keep the smile on his face as his
gaze caught hers and held. He could practically feel the waves of
rage rolling off of her as she pulled the car to an abrupt stop only
inches from where he stood.
He merely winked at her and gave a cheerful wave. God,
he loved hunting rabbits.
She stared at him for a searing moment before climbing
out of the tall vehicle and dragging out a medium-sized piece of
luggage. She snapped up its telescoping handle and marched the few
steps it took to stand in front of him.
He let his gaze wander over her frame, taking in the
rapid rise and fall of her chest, the tight grip she had on the
luggage handle, and the clenching and unclenching of her free hand.
Yet the only thing that caused his smile to dim was the hurt mingled
with the outrage on her lovely face.
He let his gaze drift back to her clenching fist for a
moment before looking at her face again. Staring into her eyes, he
let loose a loud sigh as he widened his stance and shoved his hands
into his coat pockets. This is going to hurt.
“Go ahead. Do it. You know you want
to.”
He let the taunt hang in the air, waiting for her to
speak, react, do anything.
She stared at him for a few seconds before her eyes
swelled with unshed tears.
The sight caused a small ache in his chest. Nothing
ever hurt as much as seeing Pepper cry.
The thought barely registered in his mind before she
pulled back her clenched fist and slammed it squarely on his
jaw.
His head jerked to the side with a snap.
“Fuck!”
He let loose a few more choice expletives. Trust
Pepper to have a killer right hook.
The stars in his eyes cleared just in time for him to
watch her turn and stomp toward the porch steps and up to the front
door of the cabin.
“Feel better now?” he called out to her retreating
back.
Her answering response was a decisively unladylike
hand gesture over her shoulder before she entered the cabin and
slammed the door behind her.
He rubbed his jaw for a few seconds before turning and
walking to the car door. Peering inside, he glimpsed the keys still
dangling from the ignition.
Reaching inside, he pocketed the keys before popping
the hood of the SUV open.
“Well, let the games begin,” he muttered to
himself as he walked to the front of the car and reached under the
hood.
He barely winced in pain as a smile spread across his
face while he reached into the belly of the car and yanked out a
bundle of wires.
Laurel Cremant
Author Bio:
Laurel is a romance author, who like most writers
loves to read. Her first love (pun intended) has always been romance.
From the sappy YA romance novel to the more risqué erotica novels,
Laurel is a sucker for a good love story.
Laurel writes paranormal and contemporary romance and
is a self proclaimed, out of the closet nerd. She admits that she
can't seem to avoid adding a bit of "nerdology" or
"geek-dom" to all of her books. Living in Miami, she also
admits that she can't seem to avoid giving her heroines gorgeous
shoes, "In Miami, we worship everything strappy, open toed and
just plain hot!"
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