Bad Girls Know Book 1
Genre: Contemporary Erotic Romance
Publisher: Carina Press
Number of pages: 44
Word Count: 15,000
Book Description:Travis Morgan is thrilled to encounter the one woman who's never failed to get his blood pumping. Seeing Alicia Davis again brings it all back: their fierce academic rivalry, and the fact that he never followed through on his erotic fantasies about her.
Alicia can't resist Travis's smoldering sensuality--or the opportunity to finally bed the man who starred in so many of her lustful daydreams in college. Unable to avoid the temptation to best Travis one more time, Alicia plans to submit to one night of pure pleasure and then leave Travis empty-handed and craving more.
When Travis wakes up and realizes Alicia's played him, the gloves are off, and the game heats up as they each try to emerge on top--by whatever means necessary...
Thank you so much for having me here today, Erzabet! I’m celebrating the release of the first of my fun, erotic contemporary romance short stories from Carina Press. The series is called Bad Girls Know…No Reservations. Book one, No Reservations was just released on October 29. I hope you and your readers will celebrate with me, and I will give away a copy of the hot, short read to one of your commenters! J
No Reservations came about when I was thinking back to my days in business school at my university and the many tension filled competitive moments I had with my classmates as we worked to have the best theoretical company. Sometimes competition got the best of us. More than one person was accused of playing dirty.
This was entrepreneurship class. We needed to develop a product, a manufacturing process, distribution lines and marketing plans. Our teachers encouraged a little bit of cutthroat attitude, and my team certainly wanted to win. In another course, financial investments, we had to build a stock portfolio and see who could make the most money with it—if we made any. Theories flew and industrial espionage was common, if a bit tongue-in-cheek.
Those years were a lot of fun, but we’re all grown up now. What would it be like to meet up with some of those guys after all this time? Of course the fact that my reunion is looming might have had some influence on this storyline! There are a few guys from back then that I hope to run into. The truth is, despite the intensity of that competition, whether it was over running an imaginary business or having the best imaginary stock portfolio, it was a lot of fun.
And let’s face it. I’d like to beat them…again. My heroine, Alicia, Decides to go for it when the opportunity presents itself. Not only can she get even, she can have some serious fun with the guy that got away.
What about you? Would you like to meet up with someone from university again? Could you imagine having a friendly competition like mine, or taking it a lot further like in No Reservations? Drop me a comment and you could win an ebook copy of my story.
Relax—everything went exactly as you planned, didn’t it?” Alicia’s best friend, Selene, spoke around pouted lips as she painted her mouth a violent shade of red in the gallery’s powder room.
“Yeah.” Alicia stared into the mirror. There should have been a big grin on her face. Hell, she should feel happy, confident. Smug, even. She’d gotten what she wanted: a night with Travis to settle all the old regrets from years ago. And she’d enjoyed it, enjoyed him, and gotten the tickets to the exhibit. She’d triumphed and even rubbed it in a little—he’d missed his flight and was stuck with the hotel bill. It should feel good, finally getting back at him for embarrassing her in college. She should be laughing. Instead, she felt like she’d swallowed something hard and cold.
“Well, buck up, chickie. We’re here, rubbing shoulders and making contacts. Travis never knew what hit him, and he’s probably still trying to decide if he’ll ever recover.” Selene glanced over at her and grinned.
“Right.” Alicia flicked her hair over her shoulder and bared her teeth at the mirror. The problem was she wasn’t sure she’d recover. The sex had been incredible. She licked her lips, her mouth suddenly dry as she thought yet again about Travis’s hard body and the way he’d taken control in bed. That hadn’t been part of the plan, but it had been her favorite part of the night.
She shivered. It was a damn good thing she’d woken first, taken the Wyeth tickets and run. Otherwise she might have stayed, and that was not something she was about to consider. Travis was in sales, for God’s sake. She’d already gotten rid of one cutthroat asshole. She didn’t need to get involved with another.
What she’d found attractive in Travis at State was the same thing that had drawn her to her ex-husband Richard: an aggressive competitiveness that at first seemed so sexy. It had been a disaster in a marriage. Sleeping and screwing with Travis’s plans was a sort of payback to all the guy players out there, every one of them just like her sleazy ex. She’d gone for it, and she’d won.
“C’mon. You look awesome, and I—” Selene blew a kiss at the mirror, “—am ravishing, of course. Let’s go.” She led the way out of the powder room and Alicia followed. The hallway quickly branched into the first gallery room, where people mingled and took in the beauty of a varied collection Andrew Wyeth’s best, and last, works.
Alicia wandered toward the watercolor collection along the back wall. Despite weeks of coveting the contacts the exhibit, and events like it, might bring her private charter business, the idea of making polite conversation left her repressing a sigh. Selene walked with her for a moment but then peeled off to chat with a small group of men hovering near an appetizer station. She had a wicked look in her eye. Alicia shook her head and grinned as she silently wished the single men in the group luck.
Against the brick red of the backdrop wall, the first watercolor landscape’s pale colors caught Alicia’s attention but didn’t hold her interest for long. She walked on to study the next and then the next until she found the first portrait on display. Wyeth, the “Painter of the People,” had always been one of her favorite artists and the reason the exhibit had snagged her interest. Planning a way to turn her love of art into a way to bolster her business was a bonus. She would have come to the exhibit anyway if the place hadn’t been sold out. How had Travis managed to get her a set of tickets? She shook her head. Why are you thinking of him again?
Alicia studied the clean lines of the painting before her. The face of the woman stared back at her. Barely smiling, she still had a lush sensuality that seemed to express contentment, satisfaction, and perhaps sexual completion. “Like I haven’t thought about sex enough,” she muttered to herself.
“And here I’d begun to believe you didn’t think about it enough.”
Alicia froze at the deep tones of the voice coming from behind her. Oh, no. It couldn’t be. She glanced over her shoulder and then back at the painting, grimacing at the realization that Travis had followed her to the exhibit. Of course he’d known she’d be here—he’d given her the damn tickets.
“Travis. Come to see the exhibit for yourself?”
“Not exactly.” He laid a hand on her shoulder, gently, possessively.
Her heart pounded in at his touch.
“I came to see you. The way I see it is, you still owe me a flight. You skipped out on me last night and now here I am, stuck in
and no trip to Boston
on the roster.”
She glanced up at him, checked to see if there was any anger in his eyes. His voice sounded like deep velvet plush, and beyond being wickedly sexy, it held the slightest hint of danger. Her nipples peaked inside her silk dress. “Hardly my fault you slept through the flight.”
“No? I think it might be. Keeping you under control wore me out.” He glanced at the painting. “And it gave you the same look she has, right there.”
Delicious! What a fun read!! Thanks Lilly for being on the blog today! This book was a blast from beginning to end. Make sure you comment for a chance to win a copy of your own.
Lilly Cain is a wild woman with a deep throaty laugh, plunging necklines and a great lover of all things sensual - perfume, chocolate, silk! She never has to worry about finding a date or keeping a man in line. She keeps her blond hair long and curly, wears beautiful clothes and loves loud music. Lilly lives her private life in the pages of her books.
Lilly lives in Atlantic Canada, although she spent eight years in Bermuda, enjoying the heat and the pink sands. She returned to her homeland so she could see the changing of the seasons once again. When not writing she paints, swills coffee and vodka (but not together), and fights her writing pals for chocolate.
When not living up to her pen name, Lilly is a single mom who loves reading and writing, dabbling in art and loving and caring for her two daughters. She loves romance and the freedom erotic fantasy provides her imagination. She loves the chilling moments in her novels as much as the steaming hot interludes. Her stories are an escape and a release, and she hopes that they can give you that power, too.