Thrust
by Sybil
Bartel
Publication
date: December 6th 2016
Genres:
Adult, Contemporary, Romance
BLURB
Alex
I know the game. I know the
angle. I know how to make you beg.
My hands on your body, my mouth
hovering over yours—I’ll tell you everything you want to hear. Ten inches of
real estate never felt so good.
But don’t take my word for it. My
client list is long and my motto is short—one single thrust and you’re mine.
I’m not good at what I do, I’m fantastic. But satisfaction doesn’t come cheap.
So open your wallet and prepare to forget your name. I’m about to ruin you for
any other man.
One single thrust and you’re
mine.
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EXCERPT:
“How do
you wanna settle up?” I tied off the condom and slipped it into my pocket as I
pulled my pants up. Rule number one—never leave behind any evidence.
Naked except for her heels, she got off the bed and sauntered to
her purse. “How much?”
“Four grand.” I smiled like I was checking her out.
“Four?”
I took two strides and tipped her chin. “Two rounds and oral. You
want a third? I just got hard watching that ass of yours.” I could fit in
another quickie before my next appointment.
She smiled coyly. “Maybe next time.”
I held back my laugh, just barely. I was hung as hell. If she
wasn’t sore from all that pounding, my name wasn’t Alex Vega. “You know where
to find me.” I dropped her chin. “Cash or credit?”
She handed me her card and I swiped it through the small credit
card reader attached to my cell phone. “Need me to text you a receipt?”
She smiled. “Receipt?”
“Deep tissue massage.” I was legit as fuck. I’d even gotten the
damn massage therapist license. “Medical expense. You can deduct it on your
taxes.” I winked. “You’re welcome.”
She shook her head but she looked amused. The card went through
and I got dressed ASAP. Rule number two—never stick around—unless they pay you.
“So….” She twirled her hair like she was twelve. “What are you
doing Saturday night? I’m looking for a date to this fundraiser that’s for—”
I was already shaking my head. “Sorry, babe. I don’t do show and
tell. Strictly bedroom scenes. But text me after if you’re bored.” I shot her
my money smile and buckled my Ferragamo belt then threw on the jacket of my
custom-tailored suit. Stepping into my loafers sans socks, I was out. “Later,
gorgeous.” Three steps backward, a wink for good measure and I turned.
On the elevator ride to the lobby, I checked my messages,
scheduled three more clients and pulled up my E-Trade account balance. Nothing
got me hard like seven digits in a row.
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Author Info
Sybil
Bartel grew up in Northern California with her head in a book and her feet in
the sand. She dreamt of becoming a painter but the heady scent of libraries
with their shelves full of books drew her into the world of storytelling. She
loves the New Adult genre, but any story about a love so desperately wrong and
impossibly beautiful makes her swoon.
Sybil
now resides in Southern Florida and while she doesn’t get to read as much as
she likes, she still buries her toes in the sand. If she isn’t writing or
fighting to contain the banana plantation in her backyard, you can find her
spending time with her handsomely tattooed husband, her brilliantly practical
son and a mischievous miniature boxer…
But
Seriously?
Here
are ten things you probably really want to know about Sybil.
She
grew up a faculty brat. She can swear like a sailor. She loves men in uniform.
She hates being told what to do. She can do your taxes (but don’t ask). The
Bird Market in Hong Kong freaks her out. Her favorite word is desperate…or
dirty, or both—she can’t decide. She has a thing for muscle cars. But never
reply on her for driving directions, ever. And she has a new book boyfriend
every week—don’t tell her husband.
To find
out more about Sybil Bartel, be sure to follow her on Twitter (she loves to
hear about your favorite book boyfriend!), visit her website, like her on
Facebook or join her Facebook group Book Boyfriend Heroes for exclusive
excerpts and giveaways.
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