Hello, my loves, just to let everyone know that Book 2 of the Sinful Lust series is out now!
Here's the blurb:
DANCING TO THE SINNER'S TUNES
❃ The Rich Man and His Fire Dancer ❃
"Dance for me like the bad girl you are, Nyra." Angelo circled me, stopping in front and looking up and down the belly dancing outfit I had on. No man has ever been this up close to me. They were forbidden.
I wanted to push him away but I enjoyed the sinful sensation of his presence near mine. It made my core drip with desire. "I dance with fire, Mr Santis, you wouldn't want to get burned." Angelo chuckled darkly, the back of his fingers stroking up the curve of my side before wrapping his hand around my back, pulling me close to his face.
His minty breath fanned my face and goosebumps pricked at my skin. "Aww, bambola, you have no idea how much I am burning to have you withering under me," He whispered against my neck, lightly brushing his cushioned lips against my pulse.
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Angelo De Santis, the most handsome young and rich bachelor with women that surround and fall to their knees to plead like angels, begging to spend a night with him. Flirt, charmer, hypnotist. These are his traits yet one woman doesn't fall for them and he wants her.
Nyra Marianacci, a beautiful woman hidden in the darkest club of Manhattan. Not a stripper. Not a ballerina yet she has obtained both qualities. Innocent yet sinful. She picks at her victims, injecting her venomous poison of temptation and feeds off of the men's desire to have her, but there's a catch. They can't. They can only see her from afar. Touching her is forbidden.
When these two collide at a celebration of Angelo De Santis's victory at the club, will he indulge in her temptation or will she bend the rules to dance to his tunes?
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This story contains more sex and the teasing manner will have you crossing your legs ;)
Enjoy -Rose
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