Bidding
on the Billionaire
Seattle Bachelors, #1
by J.M. Stewart
Releasing March 1st 2016
Forever Yours
From The Book Junkie Reads . . . Bidding on the Billionaire (Seattle Bachelors, #1) . . .
Online persona the real me. Hannah had much to offer but it was behind the screen of 'H'. She was more than she gave herself credit for. With this false sense of security she let all her inhibitions out. She played her fantasies without shame. So much so that bikerboy357 (Cade) wants more than a few chats online and some conversation. He wants in person. Physical contact. Skin-on-skin.
Hot, fast, fun, sexy, and then some. This read was enjoyable. Makes me want to have the next Seattle bachelor come knocking on my door. JM Stewart did a great job keeping me engaged and turning pages.
Hot, fast, fun, sexy, and then some. This read was enjoyable. Makes me want to have the next Seattle bachelor come knocking on my door. JM Stewart did a great job keeping me engaged and turning pages.
**This ARC was provided via NetGalley in
exchange for an honest review.**
Blurb
Safety.
Anonymity. Invisibility.
Those
are just a few advantages of Internet “dating.” Even better, as far as Hannah
Miller is concerned, is the fact that she can shed all inhibitions without
worrying about what he thinks of her figure or her face. “He” is bikerboy357,
the man who knows what Hannah likes, and wants her—every night—as much as she
wants him. When he asks to meet, Hannah hesitates. But the temptation is too
strong. And after one look into his sultry green eyes, there’s no turning back.
Cade
MacKenzie’s never met a woman who’s wasn’t blinded by his billion-dollar net
worth, but “H” knows neither his face nor his name. Her words are so smart,
sweet, and scorchingly sexy that Cade’s willing to gamble she’ll be just as
amazing in person. And she is. But even as every delicious encounter makes Cade
want Hannah more, what he wants most is her trust.
It’s
something all his money can’t buy. And now, Cade will do anything to earn it.
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Hannah forced
a laugh to cover the unease gripping her by the throat.
Apparently,
her laugh sounded as phony as it felt for Cade’s smile fell. Gaze somber, he
lifted his left hand, stroking his thumb over her chin. “You okay?”
She wanted to
laugh it off, but she’d lied to him enough. The second time around, she gave
him a more honest smile, though it still wobbled a bit. “I’m nervous.”
His fingers
tightened in hers. “Mmm. Me, too.”
The quiet
tone of his voice caught her, filling her with questions. “May I ask why? You
don’t look it.”
Cade pushed
the door open fully and pulled her inside the suite. She barely registered the
click of the door falling shut before his large, warm hands slid into her hair.
A bare breath later, he pressed her back against an adjacent wall.
“Because I’ve
been dying to do this.” He covered her mouth with his, and any thought of being
nervous flew right out the window.
The kiss on
the street had been sweet, a taste, passion withheld. The kiss of two people
trying each other out for the first time. This one was a hot brand. It promised
pleasure lay in her future. His tongue traced the seam of her lips, a question
and a tease in one hot stroke. When she opened on a soft sigh, he plunged
inside, his tongue dueling with hers. Goose bumps chased each other over the
surface of her skin.
If his kiss
alone weren’t enough to overwhelm her senses, his hands moved, stroking over
her. Down her sides, over her hips to her butt, only to stroke back up her
stomach and skimming the underside of her breasts. His body surrounded her,
blocking out everything but him, and Hannah let herself get lost. She sought
him out, as well, feeling over his firm pecs to his flat abdomen. She yearned
to discover the hard muscle and warm skin beneath the fabric of his shirt.
Yearned to discover all those luscious places that would drive him mad, make
him gasp and groan. She wanted to remember every tiny detail for when he
eventually went back to San Diego and she lay alone in the dark, craving
exactly this.
“I’ve been
dying to get my hands on you.” He murmured against her skin as his lips skimmed
across her jaw and down her neck. “Do you know how torturous it is to be so
turned on by someone you can’t even see? You have a way with words, Miss
Miller.”
His use of
her name had a shiver running over the surface of her skin. She yearned to hear
him call her name in the grip of an orgasm. Her hips pushed forward, seeking
contact with his body. When the softness of her belly brushed the hard bulge in
his pants, she couldn’t contain a moan.
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Author Info
J.M Stewart is a coffee and chocolate addict who lives in the Pacific Northwest with her husband, two sons and two very spoiled dogs. She’s a hopeless romantic who believes everybody should have their happily ever after and has been devouring romance novels for as long as she can remember. Writing that has become her obsession.
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