I've been trying to get back in the lab, of sorts, and it has been difficult due to the hectic grad school schedule that has played itself out (I won't be done until December), but I have been trying to play things out a bit to try to ensure that I try to write as often as my energy levels and creativity will allow.
That being said, here is the snippet I promised on my social media pages yesterday, and I have decided to showcase it here at home because, well, it makes it easier for me to see if you came through or not. I mean, at LEAST I have some control here as opposed to the madness that happens on Facebook and Instagram.
Without further delay, I present to you the snippet of my next novel, debuting February 2020, Love, Lust & Beautiful Liars.
The sultry heat that came with a normal Dubai morning was nothing compared to the sweltering haze inside the bedroom of the suite. The radiance of the mid-morning sun poured in, its brilliance spreading throughout the massive space, a reminder that the day would start whether the slumbering couple wanted it to or not. Dorian felt Samara stirring, but he held her close, not wanting her to move from her spot on his hip.
It was times like this that made him wish for simpler days again. She felt so perfect in his arms, like her body was tailor-made to fit against his. He couldn’t think of a better place to indulge himself in his dreams and fantasies, and no one else could star in those fantasies than the woman laying with him in that moment.
Samara would make a man very happy, and not only on a physical level. She was business savvy, learning the other side of the film industry almost from the moment she entered into it. She didn’t want to be known as another pretty face in a sea of pretty faces. Thanks to some investment tips Dorian slipped to her from his colleagues on Wall Street, she had become comfortably wealthy. She was of child bearing age, which appealed to him immensely. He honestly wanted to settle down and have a family, but the truth of the matter was bone-chilling: the lure of the business was too seductive to resist.
Hopefully, he would be able to enjoy those simpler days soon. As lucrative as this life was, it began to wear on him. It was only a matter of time before he made a mistake that could cost him everything. He’d come too far to have it all come crashing down now.
He nudged the gorgeous creature lying next to him to try to awaken her. “Good morning, sexy.”
“Mmm, good morning to you, too.” Samara stretched as she struggled to cover her naked form. “What time is it?”
Peeking under the covers to enjoy her naked form, a slick grin spread across his face. “I would say it’s time for round three, but I don’t want to wear you out before you have to go back to your shoot.”
“I don’t want to go back to work, and I don’t want you to, either. I was hoping that we could…well, you know.”
Dorian stroked his chin, wondering how far he wanted to take the teasing between them. “Persuade me.”
“And how can I persuade you?”
“Use your imagination.”
“Will you try to stop me once I try to persuade you?”
“Maybe I will, maybe I won’t, but there’s only one way to find out.”
“Allow me to persuade you in my own way, but you cannot stop me once I get started.”
“I have a feeling I won’t like where this is going.”
“Yes, you will. I promise you will.”
Samara straddled his lap before he could protest further, staring into his eyes with an intensity he wasn’t quite prepared for. She traced a finger around his face, lightly kissing his lips a few times, moving to his neck, then closing his eyes so she could place a few more kisses there. He tried to resist her advances, but she playfully forced his hands to hold her waist. She cupped his face in her hands as she pressed her lips against his once more, taking her tongue to part his lips, to let her inside and kiss him with everything she had to give him.
“Samara—”
“No, baby, you cannot stop me, remember?”
She continued to kiss him, and as much as he wanted to reciprocate, he couldn’t. He
couldn’t let himself go, no matter how badly he wanted to. He struggled to regain some semblance of control over the situation, but Samara was unwilling to yield it to him.
“Kiss me, DK. Kiss me the way you kissed me when we were kids back in Rio,” she implored. “Kiss me like you want to make me yours. I’m all yours.”
He hesitated as the memories of the first night they shared each other’s bodies—the night he fell in love with her—flooded his psyche. He was weak for her, desperate to allow his emotions to rise to the surface, but he wasn’t ready to let that happen. He needed things in place before he could give himself completely to her.
“Dorian … kiss me. It’s only a kiss, baby. I know you want to, I can see it in your eyes. Don’t hold back, darling. Kiss me.”
Dorian took her hair in his grip and pulled her down to him. He held her in place as he kissed and licked her lips, sliding his tongue deep in her mouth. He kept his kisses soft, slow, not wanting the moment to end for either of them. One hand kept a tight grip in her mane while the other hand wrapped tightly around her waist. The longer they kissed, the tighter his grip became.
“Mmm, Daddy, damn. Stay here with me, please? Just for a few days? I’ve missed you terribly.”
“You know you make me weak when you call me that.”
She continued to rub her lips against his. “Please stay with me a few more days. I really need you.”
He continued to leave lingering kisses all over her face as he remembered the other reason that he’d chosen their current locale. “Only if you accompany me to an art gala with me
later tonight. After that, you’ll have my undivided attention.”
“But what if I just want to stay in this beautiful suite and make love to you instead?
Would you tell me no?”
“You know I can’t say no to you now, sexy, so that’s no fair.”
Samara giggled at the thought. “Do you have something for me to wear?”
“Always, but what about your shoot?”
“The shoot is over, Dorian,” Samara answered. “Yesterday was the last day. Your timing couldn’t have been more impeccable.”
Dorian’s phone rang, interrupting their conversation. “Yes? Ah, yes, Yves, how are you doing, darling? Yes, she’ll be returned to you in the next few days, and yes, I do appreciate you extending your schedule for me, love. I promise to make it worth your while very soon.”
She looked bemused. “How do you know Yves Paladin? For that matter, how in the world did you get her to extend her shoot to include me?”
Dorian kissed her lips as he placed his smartphone on the night stand. “Yves and I met at an art benefit some years ago to launch my mother’s collection. We’ve been friends for a while now, baby.”
“You’ve been watching over me this entire time?” Samara’s indifference to Dorian’s gesture wasn’t what he had in mind when he had her brought to him. “Have you been doing this
the whole time? I don’t need you doing that for me.”
Dorian’s glare sent chills down her spine. His eyes turned cold, irritated by her intimation. “Have I done this to you before? Flown you to where I was, to an exotic location, at a moment’s notice? We’ve known each other since we were in college, Samara, and I’ve never done anything to compromise your professional growth.”
The one thing Dorian kept under control regardless of the circumstances was his temper. To lose control was to tip his hand, giving his client the upper hand and lead them to believe he
had something to hide. It was one of the things that kept him alive.
This wasn’t a business deal, however. This was an affair of the heart, and as much as he
wanted to keep it locked away for safe keeping, eventually emotions would spill over when he least expected it.
Samara’s expression softened immediately. She was never disillusioned about the man she was with, the man she had fallen for from the moment their fates entwined one emotionally intense night in her native Rio de Janeiro. She caressed his face, smiling when the tension in his body left the moment she stared, without hesitation, into the eyes of one of the most feared men in the world.
“Dorian, I’m sorry if I assumed too much.” She felt the jet come to a halt, signaling the end of their latest interlude. “Thank you for helping with the shoot, I really didn’t want to miss out, but I didn’t want to miss you, either.”
He looked up into her eyes, no longer holding the anger from moments earlier. His hands moved around her waist, holding her in place as he continued to kiss her like she was the most precious thing in the world to him. “You weren’t going to miss me. I’ll always want you, Samara.” He got up from the bed, gently sliding her from his lap, as he made his way to the bathroom. “Now, do me a favor and head into the other bedroom so you can model the dresses I’ve picked for you to wear for later tonight.”
“God, I love when you take control of me, Daddy.” She kissed him once more before getting up from the bed. “Will you molest me in it on the way to the gala and back?”
“I can’t keep my hands off you as it is, so that isn’t even a question. Do you want the
driver to close the partition?”
“No, Daddy, it turns me on when she can watch.”
Dorian shook his head as he chuckled over the thought. “You are such a naughty girl.”
“I’m your naughty girl.”
He softly swatted his hand across her butt, ushering her in the direction of the other bedroom. “Then get that ass in the dress you want me to molest you in so I can have the clothes prepared for later tonight. This gala is important to me.”
Dorian picked up his smartphone again once Samara disappeared into the other bedroom. He made a call to his pilot to alert him of the abrupt change of plans.
“Yes, Mr. Nagi, is there something wrong?”
“Nothing is wrong, Parker. There has been a slight change to the itinerary. I’ll be staying for a few more days. There is an important event I cannot miss tonight. Take the next couple of days and enjoy the sights, I’ll want wheels up in 72 hours.”
“Yes, sir. Enjoy the event. We will see you in 72 hours, ready to fly.”
I can't wait for you to see how this all goes down!
I'll have the cover reveal later in the year, so stay tuned for that!
Shakir