Book
Title: Boiling Point
Author:
Tessa Bailey
Release
Date: 1/25/16
Genre:
Contemporary Romance (Hot!)
About BOILING POINT:
Con artist Austin Shaw's been in disguise so long he's not sure where
his fake identities end and he begins. Now that he's been strong-armed into
working for a specialized undercover unit working with the Chicago
police—criminals with unique “skills”—the last thing he needs is to risk his
iron control. Especially when it comes to a certain stunningly sexy hacker who
tempts him with every look of disdain.
Polly Banks will never, ever trust a con man. On the trail of a
ruthless crook who destroyed the only family she's ever known, Polly is
unnerved by the shadow who follows her every move. The one who makes her pulse
pound and breath short with lust. Austin. He's infuriating, enigmatic, and
pure sex appeal, and she's determined to resist him.
But an untrustworthy man of disguise
can become anyone he wants...including a man that Polly must trust if she's to
escape their dangerous game alive.
Purchase Links:
Entangled Publihsing: http://www.entangledpublishing.com/boiling-point/
Exclusive Excerpt
from BOILING POINT:
“All yours. You’ve
been its cruel keeper for months.” He tilted his hips, presenting himself to
her in a way that should have been crude, but on Austin, it was all animal
grace. “At any time at all, you could have demanded me. Sent me to my knees to
lick you off with one word. Grabbed my cock through my pants in front of
everyone and told them who it belonged to.” His eyelids drooped as if the
scenario was an aphrodisiac. “Please yourself with me, Polly. My body. My cock.
Own it all.”
“I will,” she
whispered, shaken by his speech. Emboldened by it. Holding his gaze she lifted
the belt to his arousal and looped the leather around its ruddy base. A broken
curse fell from his mouth, the muscles of his abdomen jerking. His big hands
flew up, as if to grip her shoulders for balance, but they fisted and dropped
back to his sides, where she told him with her inaction they must remain.
Careful to keep the buckle from touching him, Polly tugged the leather to her
right, watching the belt slither around his erection in a circular caress.
“Oh, fuck. Fuck.
Fuck.” He swayed on his knees. “More. More.”
Polly leaned close
and ran her tongue along the seam of his lips, pulling away when he tried to
capture her mouth in a kiss. “Only if it pleases me.”
“Yes.” His nod was
disjointed, breathing uneven. “Only if it pleases you.”
“It does.” Faster
than the first time, Polly pulled the belt left, whimpering at the sight of his
aching flesh being squeezed between the leather strip, the precum that beaded
at his tip. She repeated the action twice more, faster and with more
surrounding pressure on his length each time. “How does it feel?
“Like nothing
else,” Austin groaned, neck muscles straining. “There’s nothing else.”
His declaration
made her want to prove him wrong. Or maybe she needed a distraction to avoid
feeling humbled. With the decision to stop thinking and experience, Polly grasped Austin’s hand and dragged it up her
skirt, between her thighs where his palm conformed to her shape without
hesitation, ripping a moan from her throat. “Th-there is something else.”
Austin’s gaze
turned intent, fixated on her face. “You need to fuck now, sweet?” There was
nothing casual about his perusal of her body. It was predatory filth and it set Polly ablaze. His middle
finger pushed at her entrance, through the barrier of her underwear. “Ah God,
just set me loose with a yes. I will split the fucking headboard down the
middle from bucking into this pussy.”
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Author Bio:
Tessa Bailey is originally from Carlsbad, California. The day after high school graduation, she packed her yearbook, ripped jeans and laptop, driving cross-country to New York City in under four days.
Her most valuable life experiences were learned thereafter while waitressing at K-Dees, a Manhattan pub owned by her uncle. Inside those four walls, she met her husband, best friend and discovered the magic of classic rock, managing to put herself through Kingsborough Community College and the English program at Pace University at the same time. Several stunted attempts to enter the work force as a journalist followed, but romance writing continued to demand her attention.
She now lives in Long Island, New York with her husband of eight years and four-year-old daughter. Although she is severely sleep-deprived, she is incredibly happy to be living her dream of writing about people falling in love.
Twitter: @mstessabailey
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