Friday, June 3, 2016

Only For A Night by @Naima_Simone - Blog Tour and Giveaway @ScorchedBooks

Only For A Night
by Naima Simone
Series: The Lick Series, Book 1
Genre: Erotic Contemporary Romance
Publisher: Entangled Publishing
Release Date: May 30, 2016

One night would never be enough...

Rion Ward fought hard to be free of the Irish mob life. Now, as the co-owner of Boston’s hottest aphrodisiac club, he’s traded crime for the ultimate sexual fantasy. But when the “good girl” from his past walks through Lick’s doors, he discovers that his unconsummated hunger for her never abated.

Widowed for two years from a man who felt that anything besides the missionary position was dirty, Harper Shaw is ready to move on. The first step to feeling alive again is sex. Hot, dirty, black-out-from-orgasm sex. And who better to provide it than the brooding, sexy, tatted bad boy-turned-man she’s known for years?

Rion, however, has one stipulation: He’ll be hers only for one night. One night to explore her every fantasy. One night to push her limits.  One night to introduce her to a passion that makes both doubt if it will be enough…

“What are your hard limits?” Rion asked, his piercing scrutiny unsettling. As if he could peer into her thoughts and expose them one by one. “Since we only have a few hours, I need to know what you absolutely refuse to do, and what you’re willing to explore.”
“I hadn’t thought…” Harper murmured.
“Yeah, you have.” Slowly, like a sleek, big cat, he circled her. Stalked her. Gentle but firm fingers pinched her chin and tipped her head to the side, tilting it up. “Don’t lie to me. Whatever you tell me here, whatever we do—you’re safe. There’s no shame, no guilt in anything we do or say. I promise not to use anything against you, not to hurt you. And in exchange, you give me honesty. We clear?”
She nodded. Honesty, talking—they weren’t her strong suits. For her, it was the biggest risk.
“Good,” he murmured, removing his grip. “Now, answer my question.”
Closing her eyes, she inhaled, and took the plunge. “No asphyxiation.”
“What about this?” He slid a hand around her collar bone, and she shuddered at their first intimate contact. Though he was a businessman, calluses toughened his palm, and they abraded her skin, a direct contrast to the softness of the caress. “Easy,” he soothed, the low timbre of his voice another layer of touch. The warm, sensual weight of his hand bottomed out her belly, had her clenching her thighs against the thrilling pulse there, against the rush of liquid heat. “No?” he asked.
“Yes,” she breathed. Slicked the tip of her tongue over her bottom lip. “I—this is okay.”
She felt his nod as he released her. “What else?”
“I don’t want to be gagged or masked.”
Rion stilled behind her as if he wanted to question, but instead he rubbed his cheek against her hair. “Blindfold?”
She shrugged. “I’m not against it. I…” She swallowed—courage—and confessed before she could surrender to the urge to stifle it. “I want to watch.”
Even though he’d promised her he wouldn’t use anything she’d shared against her, she still waited, bracing herself for the ridicule, the shaming. But it didn’t come. And the relief almost buckled her knees.
“Anything else?” he pressed.
“I don’t know,” she admitted, and huffed, disgust at herself heavy in the sound. “God, you must think I’m an idiot. Or worse. A Fifty Shades wannabe.”
“I’ve thought many things about you over the years and tonight. Idiot isn’t one of them.” His splayed his big hand across her belly, his thumb grazing the underside of her breast. A tease of a touch. Nowhere near enough. “Do you like a little pain, Harper? Enough to sharpen the pleasure? Paddling. Spanking your clit. Can I spread you wide, tie you down?”
“Yes,” she said on a gust of breath. Oh God, yes.
He grazed his lips over her ear. Technically their first kiss. “Give me a safe word, Harper. We’ll go slow, but if you say it, I stop, no going back. It ends.”
His assurance comforted her. This might have been a fool’s errand—but with Rion guiding her, she was safe, protected. And damn it, whatever he would show her tonight, expose her to… She. Needed. It.
“Rosebud.” From Citizen Kane. The first movie they’d watched together. Rion’s favorite, starring his idol, Orson Welles.
Silence followed her murmur, and Rion stiffened. Tension seemed to vibrate from him, and she curled her fingers into a fist. Stupid. She shouldn’t have introduced sentimentality into this. She should have—
“Fine.” He slid his hands down her arms, covered her clenched fingers. Slowly unfurled them and enfolded them in his. “Welcome to my world, Harper.”

Naima Simone’s love of romance was first stirred by Johanna Lindsey, Sandra Brown and Linda Howard many years ago. Well not that many. She is only eighteen…ish. Though her first attempt at a romance novel starring Ralph Tresvant from New Edition never saw the light of day, her love of romance, reading and writing has endured. Published since 2009, she spends her days—and nights— creating stories of unique men and women who experience the first bites of desire, the dizzying heights of passion, and the tender, healing heat of love.

She is wife to Superman, or his non-Kryptonian, less bullet proof equivalent, and mother to the most awesome kids ever. They all live in perfect, sometimes domestically-challenged bliss in the southern United States.

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