Bad in Bed. I love that title! I’d like to welcome a good friend, Faye Avalon, to my blog today. Faye and I met through another author and friend and I quickly became an admirer of her work. I’ve had the opportunity to read Bad in Bed and it is a screaming-hot and emotional read. So I won’t make you wait any longer and will hand the mic over to Faye:
Thank you for hosting me on your blog, Lace. Bad in Bed, released by Evernight Publishing on October 24, is my first contemporary erotic romance and the first book in the Brighton Heat series.
Amber walked right into a cliché when she found her fiance in bed with her best friend. With plenty of practice she plans to discredit his claims that she is lousy in bed, but his warning that her physical scars repulse men is more difficult to bear.
Memories of his past have taught Ethan to keep women at a healthy distance. Instantly attracted to Amber, he finds it strange that she’s happy to indulge in a quickie in a shop doorway, yet resists his attempts to get her naked.
When her secrets are revealed, Ethan sets out to make Amber see that not only is she dynamite in bed, her scars in no way diminish how desirable she is. When Ethan enlists the help of his friend Marco and sets up a threesome, he hopes this will not only improve Amber’s sexual confidence, but will prevent him losing his heart.
His hands didn’t stop as he reached around and with equal stealth drew down the short zipper of her dress. Slipping the other strap, he eased down the bodice.
Air brushed over her naked skin and she drew in a breath as her nipples were freed from their thin cotton covering.
Molten heat radiated from Ethan’s eyes as his gaze tracked down to her breasts. His breathing hitched, giving Amber spectacular pleasure in the knowledge her body had that effect on him. He toyed with her nipples, sending delicious heat burning down her body and zooming between her legs.
Amber’s head fell back as he continued the slow, delicious torture. When his thumbs left her nipples she murmured a complaint but then felt the hot, wet heat of his mouth cover her breast.
If she hadn’t been sitting, her legs might have collapsed because they felt liquid, numb. She squirmed with pleasure as his tongue began a slow, steady slide over her nipple. Circling, flicking. All the while the heat of his mouth covered her sensitive breast, sending delicious shivers through her body.
His free hand slid down to her knee and she opened her legs slightly as his fingers slipped over her thigh and moved upward. He drew his mouth from her breast and touched his lips to hers. “Wider,” he ordered, his tone dark and sexy as his mouth moved against hers.
Swallowing, Amber obliged. She wanted him to touch her, to slide his hand up, to use his fingers to satisfy the ache building between her legs. Desire swam deep in her core. It was a new, agonizingly pleasurable experience. Vaguely, she wondered if Ethan was deliberately making her wait, because his hand didn’t move from her thigh. Damn him. She wiggled her body closer, but still he didn’t take the hint. Was she doing something wrong?
Nerves pushed through the pleasure, making her wonder whether she really was so bloody bad at all this that Trevor had been right. She tensed at the thought, drawing her knees together and straightening up. She met Ethan’s gaze, puzzled to see dark desire still burning in his eyes. What was going on?
“I didn’t tell you to close your legs.” His tone was so low it was almost menacing, but Amber wasn’t afraid. In fact, her confidence soared. The eroticism of his voice, the predatory way his fingers walked up her thigh, the hooded eyes that gleamed their desire all indicated she was obviously doing something right.
Air brushed over her legs as the path of Ethan’s determined fingers pushed her skirt higher. “Open your legs, gorgeous. And don’t stop until I say it’s enough.”
Eagerly, she did as he said and opened her legs as wide as the tightness of her skirt would allow.
When she reached the limit, he smiled a feral smile. “That’ll do. For now.”
Amber swallowed again, her mouth dry but her pussy weeping with erotic anticipation.
His fingers reached toward her heat, then retreated as his hooded gaze drove into hers.
She wanted to scream at him to touch her, but he was already hoisting himself above her, pushing her slowly back until she was lying diagonally across the leather sofa. Her breasts were exposed, and Ethan took a long, leisurely perusal. He hooked his fingers into the top of her dress, which lay at her waist, and started pulling it down.
Naked, except for her sandals, she shivered.
Ethan remained fully dressed in his white linen shirt and trousers.
It was so hopelessly erotic, Amber licked her lips. “It’s not exactly fair,” she complained breathily as she ran her hands up his forearms. “We should even things up a bit.”
“What did you have in mind, green eyes?”
She caught her bottom lip between her teeth, managing to undo two buttons of his shirt before he caught her wrists. “Not yet.”
Amber looked up at him beneath lowered lashes. “Why not?”
He placed his knee between her legs and leaned over her until he could brace himself on his forearms. “Because I’ve got plans and they don’t involve me naked being just yet.”
Plans, Amber thought dazedly. What exactly did he have in store for her?
She didn’t have to wait long for the answer, because Ethan dropped his mouth to hers and began a slow, erotic kiss that made her head spin. His tongue teased, flicked, and probed, taunting her with the promise of what was to come when he finally got inside her. The spinning feeling intensified. Damn good thing she was lying down, because she felt completely boneless.
Ethan’s hot mouth moved to her neck, his lips toying with her earlobe before tracing down the side of her neck and to her throat. Lightly, he flicked his tongue over the little notch at her collarbone.
She bucked, her breath hitching. Hell. Who knew that was a particularly erogenous zone? She closed her eyes as his mouth moved lower, his tongue sliding over her breasts desperately close to her aching nipples. First to the left, then to the right. So close but so far away. She squirmed, trying to get her nipple to his mouth, but he was already sliding his tongue down the centre of her body.
He shifted her hips, angling her to him as he knelt on the floor. He circled her navel, touched the tip of his tongue to the centre so that Amber squirmed again. Ethan glanced up, his wicked mouth turned up at the corner. “Like that?”
“Like you don’t know,” she complained huskily.
He grinned. “Let’s find out what else you like.” With his hands on her thighs he eased them open, gave one last ridiculously sexy grin, and then lowered his head.