Book & Author Details:
Thrust
by Sybil Bartel
Publication date: December 6th 2016
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance
Synopsis:
Alex
I know the game. I know the angle. I know how to make you beg.
My hands on your body, my mouth hovering over yours—I’ll tell you everything you want to hear. Ten inches of real estate never felt so good.
But don’t take my word for it. My client list is long and my motto is short—one single thrust and you’re mine. I’m not good at what I do, I’m fantastic. But satisfaction doesn’t come cheap. So open your wallet and prepare to forget your name. I’m about to ruin you for any other man.
One single thrust and you’re mine.
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Excerpt:
Incredibly
tall, too many muscles and way too gorgeous to be real, the guy who’d tried to
hit on me earlier lifted his eyebrows. “Was it something I said?”
His
suit was custom, his attitude was one-hundred percent douche and his smile said
he owned it. “You wish.” I looked back down at my phone.
“I
don’t have to wish, gorgeous. I get what I want, always.”
I
scrolled on my phone and ignored him. “Good for you.”
“Your
boyfriend sexting you?”
I
glanced up. Okay, he was hot as hell, I’d give him that. Piercing blue eyes,
black hair, perfectly chiseled features, and he wore his suit and his attitude,
it didn’t wear him. But I was spot-on with my earlier assessment. He was a
total douche and I was done pretending to be polite. He wasn’t going to buy
anything. He’d been too busy keeping his date’s hands off him to even look at
any of the paintings. “Yeah, and if you don’t mind, I’d like a little privacy
so I can get off.”
Brilliant
and consuming, he smiled. It would’ve made my heart flutter if I went for his
type, which I didn’t. Ever.
He
tipped his drink at me then took a sip. “By all means, don’t let me stop you.”
His shoulder hit the wall and he sank a hand into his pocket like he was
settling in to watch a show.
“Shouldn’t
you get back to your girlfriend?” The woman he’d walked in with looked twice
his age, but hell, who was I to judge? Maybe he liked cougars.
“Not
my girlfriend.” He took another sip.
“Good
luck with that.” When his date hadn’t been pawing him, she’d been eye-fucking
him. I took a step but he pushed off the wall and blocked me.
Using
the hand that was holding his drink, he skimmed the backs of his fingers down
the length of my arm. “Don’t you need to take care of something?” His lips
curved mischievously as he looked pointedly between my legs, tipped the glass
to his mouth and drew in a few ice cubes. His jaw shifted and the brilliant
smile was back. “Or maybe you need me to cool you down.”
Oh
my God. “Does that actually work for you?”
He
ran his tongue over his top lip. “Does what work?” His voice was pure innocence
but his narrowed, knowing eyes were all attitude.
“If
you actually think a woman gets off on having ice shoved up her—whatever, I
feel sorry for you.”
“I
don’t think women like it, I know
they do. And just so we’re clear, yes, you’d love it. Your body, my mouth and
this glass of ice.” He shook the tumbler. “Five minutes and I’ll make you come.
Twice.” He winked. “Guaranteed or your money back.”
AUTHOR BIO:
Sybil Bartel grew up in Northern California with her head in a book and her feet in the sand. She dreamt of becoming a painter but the heady scent of libraries with their shelves full of books drew her into the world of storytelling. She loves the New Adult genre, but any story about a love so desperately wrong and impossibly beautiful makes her swoon.
Sybil now resides in Southern Florida and while she doesn’t get to read as much as she likes, she still buries her toes in the sand. If she isn’t writing or fighting to contain the banana plantation in her backyard, you can find her spending time with her handsomely tattooed husband, her brilliantly practical son and a mischievous miniature boxer…
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Here are ten things you probably really want to know about Sybil.
She grew up a faculty brat. She can swear like a sailor. She loves men in uniform. She hates being told what to do. She can do your taxes (but don’t ask). The Bird Market in Hong Kong freaks her out. Her favorite word is desperate…or dirty, or both—she can’t decide. She has a thing for muscle cars. But never reply on her for driving directions, ever. And she has a new book boyfriend every week—don’t tell her husband.
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