Happy Friday, everyone! I'm thrilled to have the awesome author Mia Downing with me today. It's a celebration, because Endgame, the third installment of her erotic Spy Games series is enjoying its worldwide release today! We're really lucky, because she's sharing a super-hot excerpt with us, too.
Welcome, Mia, and thanks so much for being here!
An Adult Five Minutes In The Closet From Spy Games:
Endgame
Mia Downing
Thanks, Nona, for having me
today! With the release of Spy Games: Endgame to all retailers this month I
thought I’d post and excerpt of one of my fan’s favorite scenes and give you a
little lead in to the background.
Aaron Anderson, my hero in Spy
Games: Endgame, is a unique individual. He’s got four older brothers who are
confirmed man whores but has very little sexual experience himself. You see,
after a bad experience with sex his first time at sixteen, he decided to follow
a higher calling and become a priest. Unfortunately, that didn’t work out. So
now he’s an actor on the verge of a blockbuster film, trying to figure out the
whole sex thing. At one point he describes L.A. as a bakery and he has gluten
intolerance. He really wants to indulge in the beauties around him but fears
the consequences.
Then Aaron met Charlotte Smith at
his brother’s wedding and the sexual urges became stronger than the fear. She
should be scary as hell because she’s a bit on the cold side and has an air of
danger about her that excites the hell out of him. She’s pretty and
intelligent, not at all a bleach blonde beauty who can’t string together two
sentences.
So when the woman of his desires
is given to him as a bodyguard, he’s stoked. He’s never wanted a woman before,
not like this, and definitely not one like Charlotte. When she rejects his
advances, he decides to go back to his childhood—the only time he was lucky
with the girls—to find a solution to get her interested.
The closet
excerpt from Spy Games: Endgame
“Charlotte?”
“What?” she snapped and winced.
Way too much heat that had nothing to do with her anger.
“I heard a noise.”
Her spy senses went on full
alert, stifling desire. “Where? Did you wake Jake?”
“No, it’s in my room. Will you
check?”
She grabbed her gun from the
coffee table, a little less anxious as she rose. The sensors would have gone
off if his room had been breached. “Afraid of monsters in the closet, baby
cowboy?”
“No, I’m afraid of muggers and
hostage takers in the closet.”
“Bloody hell.” How he could go
from pissy to ’fraidy cat in no time flat, she had no clue. She entered his
room, gun pulled. “Where did you hear a noise?”
“The closet.”
She stalked over, flicked on the
light, and opened the door, ready for action. It was huge, filled with clothes
top to bottom, bigger than her university dorm when she was a girl. She cleared
the area, checking each space. The door clicked closed behind her. Then the
light went out, and she sucked in a breath. “Aaron? You okay?”
“I’m right here.”
She turned and collided with
six-one of hard man. He smelled suspiciously of fresh toothpaste instead of
beer, and that bare chest was hot and welcoming against her sweatshirt. “You
did this on purpose?”
“No! The door closed behind me,
and the light went out. I think they’re outside. We should wait here.” He
wrapped his arms around her. “I’ll protect you.”
She wanted to snort. As if he
could protect her. She had skills that would make a ninja cry with fear. He
had…well, six weeks with a piss poor trainer.
And he was a liar. Only she hoped
his pants weren’t on fire. She needed his pants to stay on or she’d come
undone. Being in his arms felt a hell of a lot better than she thought it
would.
Time to call his bluff.
“I have my cell phone. I’m
calling Jake.” She whipped it out of the pocket of her sweatshirt, and the
display lit up Aaron’s face.
He sighed and rolled his eyes.
“Don’t. I lied. There’s no one here.”
“You did this? To get me alone?”
She let the display die out, and the room darkened.
“Yes,” he admitted. “I’m not sorry,
though. So don’t think I’m going to apologize and let you walk away. Not this
time.”
She should be pissed. She should
kick his ass and teach him what his brothers obviously failed to teach him. But
instead, she found herself horny as hell. Jake’s permission echoed in her ears,
and the part of her that had been dead for so long wanted to know why she
couldn’t just enjoy this for a change? She deserved to feel, deserved to be
happy, even if it was absolutely, totally wrong.
Wrong was proving to be way fun.
Aaron’s hands found her hips, and
he tugged her flush against his hard…everything. So hard. Chest, belly, thighs,
cock, all like heated rock and pressed against her. Every molecule in her body
went on high alert, tuning in to his energy. His mouth found her neck and then
that ticklish spot under her ear.
“One of the fun games I played as
a teen was five minutes in the closet,” he murmured against her skin.
Somehow, this was not how she
pictured Aaron spending his formative teen years. “I thought you were on track
to be a priest from birth.”
“Nope. Not until after sixteen.”
He nipped her ear lobe. “I did lots and lots of making out before that,
though.”
She fought a moan and called
forth any bitch left in her. “How old were you when you started locking girls
in the closet and molesting them?”
“Fifteen. Andersons start young.”
He nuzzled her hair, inhaling her scent. “You game?”
“Aaron, do you know how many
hours of sleep I’ve had in the last twenty-four?” Strangely, she felt wide
awake. Five minutes in the closet with Aaron was beyond tempting, even if it
meant she’d be crossing the line she’d drawn in the hallway.
“It will be hot. Fun. Worth every
minute of sleep deprivation.” His voice dropped an octave, so seductive it gave
her chills of the best kind.
“I’m sure it will, love.” She
sighed, and he kissed his way around her throat, tonguing the depression at her
collarbone.
He must have spent a hell of a
lot of time in a closet debasing young girls, because oh, did that mouth make
parts of her incredibly needy. Starting with her nipples— they begged for his
mouth. Her pussy clenched and the dampness grew between her thighs. Men didn’t
make her wet. Not in this life, anyway.
One large hand brushed the
underside of her breast and the nipple tightened with need. Maybe one kiss,
just one. She didn’t have to give in and fuck him. Yes. A good, hot kiss and a
bit of groping would suit her perfectly.
She tapped her phone to bring the
display back up while Aaron nibbled his way from her ear to her throat again.
Enough light glowed in the closet now to see shelves beside her. She set her
gun on a shelf and punched up the timer on her phone.
He lifted his mouth from her neck
and frowned in the dim light. “What are you doing?”
“Setting a timer.” She clicked a
few buttons and placed her phone on the same shelf as her gun. The closet went
black as the display light died out. “You have earned five minutes.”
Her words must have finally sunk
in, because he sucked in a breath. “What if I want more?”
Just like a man to think about
himself. “Too bad.”
“What if you want more?”
Good question.
~*~
Buy Links for Spy Games: Endgame
(there may be a
delay in finding it at all stores, but The Wild Rose Press has mobi for Kindle,
epub and pdf available now!)
The Wilder Roses
(The
Wild Rose Press erotic catalog):
~*~
If you haven’t
started the series yet, then start with Spy Games: Trained for Seduction (book
1).
Book
1 of the Spy Games Series!
Emma Walters didn't choose to be a spy, but when her
crazy father was caught selling bombs to the wrong people, she was given a
choice--become a spy or rot in jail. Her exciting new life as agent Kate Wells
becomes more so when she discovers her new boss is the agent--undercover and
investigating her father at the time--who took her to third base. Emma is
already half in love with the dark and dangerous Chase Sanders. Kate wants
nothing more than for him to finish what he started, but he's the devil
incarnate. And one doesn't make deals or fall in love with the devil.
If someone had told Chase he'd fall in love with a
certain virgin when he was on his last mission, he would have shot them dead,
sniper style. She was nothing more than collateral damage, damn it. But
watching the sexy new spy morph into a bombshell killing machine is too much to
bear. So when the powers that be command him to train her in the art of
seduction for her first--and possibly last--mission, he's scared witless.
Making love to Kate means preparing her for sex with another man.
Somehow, Chase has to find a way to get Kate in--and
out--of her mission without dying. And without falling in love.
This book is an erotic romance. It contains graphic
language, explicit, smokin' hot sex, menage, lots of juicy conflict, some
suspense, a dark and dangerous spy boss and a spunky bombshell heroine.
Trained For Seduction is available in e-book or print
~*~
About Mia
Downing…
Mia Downing started creating heroes at age four, but
her heroes back then rode ponies to rescue the princess, and only kissed her on
the cheek. Today, Mia's heroes still rescue those in need, but the price of
their toys and the expertise of their seduction leads to a lot more than a peck
on the cheek. When Mia isn't busy creating new stories for her readers she
fills in as an underwear model for a prestigious lingerie company. She also
lives in New England with her family, and enjoys horses and knitting.
Fun facts: Mia can juggle (poorly,) create balloon
animals and face paint. She was the hit entertainment of two family parties. No
clown suits were involved.
Connect with Mia on the Web!
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Whew, is it hot in here or what? Thanks so much for sharing Endgame with us today, Mia. I've got my copy already--what are the rest of you folks waiting for?
Whew, is it hot in here or what? Thanks so much for sharing Endgame with us today, Mia. I've got my copy already--what are the rest of you folks waiting for?
Have a wonderful weekend, all!
Nona Raines
Thank you for having me, Nona!
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