by Elisabeth Naughton
Publication Date: April 24, 2018
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance
She has no idea what lurks behind the forbidden doors of the House of Sin…
He is temptation. Forbidden fruit. A craving I can’t seem to resist.
I went after him in search of answers, certain he had blood on his hands. Now I’ve fallen prey to his seductive looks and commanding charisma.
I know he is a threat. He’s entwined in a dangerous world I don’t understand. But that doesn’t stop me from aching for his touch, for the taste of his wicked lips.
Before I can truly surrender to the fire smoldering between us, I need to know more. I have to see behind the doors he keeps firmly locked.
I need to discover what he’s hiding in the shadowy world known as the House of Sin…
This book is very sexy, very dark, and very addictive! Contains consensual kink and a dark and dominant hero with a dangerous secret. This is a big story that can’t be told in only one book so there is a cliffhanger – but never fear, book two releases three weeks later. The release schedule is as follows:
Books in the House of Sin Series:
- FORBIDDEN — Book 1 — April 24, 2018
- DECEIVED — Book 2 — May 15, 2018
- UNDONE — Book 3 – June 5, 2018
READ AN EXCERPT
Her tongue darted out of her sweet little mouth to lick those succulent lips that only seconds ago had been pressed to mine. “I’m sorry,” she whispered, dropping her gaze to my chest. “I thought if I kissed you, maybe…” She swallowed and trembled against me. “I thought it might change something.”
Her strained voice kicked my addled brain into gear, and I immediately registered the loss of her heat. My body responded on instinct, fueled by a week of lust and desire and hunger I could no longer contain.
I captured her hands at the wrists and pushed them to the base of her spine. The clutch fell from her fingers to clatter against the floor of the car. Her gorgeous blue eyes widened with both shock and a hint of fear, but it didn’t stop me.
Grasping both of her hands in one of mine, I lifted the other to hold her jaw still and pushed her back against the wall, pinning her between it and me. She tensed, trapped and unable to move, and the moment her mouth opened on a gasp, I dove in, claiming her lips, her teeth, her tongue. Devouring her as I’d wanted to devour her from the first moment I’d seen her sitting demurely in the Covet lobby back in New York.
Liquid heat seeped into my lips, enflaming the lust scorching every part of my body. I licked into her mouth, kissing her deeper, tasting her panic, tasting her fear, tasting her heat and desire and that wicked attraction I’d been fighting for so long. I wanted to consume it all. Was greedy for everything I could take from her. But more than anything I knew I craved her submission. That darkness inside me thirsted for it like a parched man wandering alone in the desert. And as I kissed her and begged her to bend to my will with my lips, I knew nothing else would satisfy me. Not her kiss or her body or even her pleasure.
Something in her shifted. I felt it in the rush of heat at her wrists where I held her. I heard it when she groaned into my mouth. I felt it as her wicked tongue stroked mine, so warm and wet and erotic, it shot ribbons of electricity straight into my cock that made me instantly hard. But it wasn’t the submission I demanded. As she pressed her succulent breasts against my chest and shifted her mouth beneath mine, I realized it was the fiery defiance she’d showed me time and again. And while that spark of rebelliousness lit me up like a firework and made me abso-fucking-lutely obsessed with her, it also flipped the regulator on my hunger—at least enough so I didn’t shove her skirt up to her hips and fuck her right here against the wall.
I tore my mouth from hers and sucked in a shaky breath. Releasing my hold on her wrists and jaw, I pressed my hands against the wall on both sides of her head, but I didn’t move. My knees were too weak—every muscle in my body was fucking weak from her luscious kiss—and I didn’t trust my legs not to give out.
My chest rose and fell with my deep breaths as I struggled for control. Hers were just as fast and shallow, telling me she was as shaken as me. Thankfully, she kept her gaze fixed on my throat, as if afraid to look at me, and I drew a breath of relief, because if she gazed up at me with longing and desire, I knew I’d buckle beneath the weight of my lust.
“Natalie,” I said in a raspy voice. “You have to leave.”
Her soft fingers landed against my ribs, and Holy mother, her touch felt like flames burning through my dress shirt to lick a path of wildfire all across my skin. “That didn’t feel like you want me to leave,” she said in that breathless, sexy-as-shit voice I’d caused. “That felt like you want me to stay.”
Fuck me, I did want her to stay. I wanted her to stay and taunt me with her cheeky disobedience. I wanted her to challenge me with those gorgeous eyes so I could bend her will to mine. And then I wanted to consume her so completely with my hands and mouth and body that I ruined her for anyone else. So she would always know she belonged to me.
About Elisabeth Naughton
Before topping multiple bestseller lists—including those of the New York Times, USA Today, and the Wall Street Journal—award winning author Elisabeth Naughton taught middle school science. A voracious reader, she soon discovered she had a knack for creating stories with a chemistry of their own. The spark turned into a flame, and Elisabeth now writes full-time.
Elisabeth has penned over thirty books and continues to write in multiple genres. Her books have been translated into numerous languages and have earned several award nominations, including three prestigious RITA® nominations from Romance Writers of America. In 2017, REPRESSED, the first book in her Deadly Secrets series, won the RITA® for best romantic suspense.
Her work has been praised by the Chicago Tribune as being filled with “deadly intrigue, high adrenaline action, and scorchingly hot passion.” Kirkus calls her “a writer talented enough at weaving a yarn to get her readers ensnared in it.” When not dreaming up new stories, Elisabeth can be found spending time with her husband and three children in their western Oregon home, wrangling two needy cats, or chasing after one very rambunctious Dalmatian.
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