Successful NYC gallery owner, Stacie Emerson, is ex-fiancée to one Thorne brother and ex-wife to the other. Though the three have made peace, Ellison Thorne’s friend, wildlife photographer, Harris Walker, still doesn’t like her. When Stacie convinces Harris to exhibit his work for the opening of her new gallery she never intended to include him in her other more hazardous plans. But when those plans draw the attention of dangerous business tycoon, Terrance Jamison, Harris comes to her aid. In the shadow of a threat only Stacie understands, can she dare let Harris into her life and make room for love?
She stood to put her pack back on, and he came to his feet and caught her by the shoulder, not wanting it to end like this, not wanting her to leave until they were good again. When she tried to push him away, he pressed her between his body and the stone of the cliff face. ‘You can’t just shut us all out, Stacie.’
‘I never wanted you involved in the first place. I never wanted any of you involved but you couldn’t leave it alone,’ she jerked back against him but there was no place to go. ‘You couldn’t just let it go.’
He moved in closer until his body pressed up against hers, holding her tightly against the stone. ‘No, I couldn’t, and I can’t and neither can anyone else who cares about you and neither would you if the situation were reversed. So whether you like it or not, I’m here to stay. We’ve already discussed this, so get used to it.’ He punctuated his point with a harsh kiss that couldn’t have been very pleasant for her, but then he was angry, worried, scared for her. Instead of shoving at him as he’d expected her to do, she curled a hard fist in his hair and ravaged his mouth with every bit as much ferocity as he had given her, pulling him still closer, rubbing her body against his, making him instantly and startlingly erect.
She snaked a hand down between them and savaged his fly until he feared for what lay beneath, until her fingers wriggled and dug their way into his walking trousers to possess his cock with a tight grip as though it were a weapon, one she were about to use to do serious damage.
He fumbled to return the favour, with her ripping at her own fly to make room for him, to guide his fingers down over her mons. Her eyes locked his in a devastating gaze that felt as though she could see right through him. ‘I need you to touch me there.’ Her voice was a breathless whisper. ‘Where I’m wet, where I’m open, where I’m always, always hungry for you.’ Her breath caught; her eyelids fluttered and she sucked her bottom lip as he found her cleft, wet and open as she’d promised. ‘You can’t tell me you don’t want to be like those cats.’ She guided his hand still further and manipulated it until first two, then three fingers pressed up into her. ‘You can’t tell me that when I present myself to you all hot and ready and begging for it, you don’t want to service my need. You can’t tell me you don’t want to get a little primal with that cock of yours.’ She gave him a hard squeeze and drove her hand up and down his length, thumbing the already abundant pre-cum over and around the tip until he gritted his teeth and held his breath while his hips bucked hard against her efforts.
He scissored her deep with three fingers and raked the silky slickness of her up and over her clitoris, and the sounds from the back of her throat easily resembled the sounds the female cougar made when the male mounted her. They wildly, madly fucked each other’s hands. The wind had risen and even on the clear morning, the chill left no doubt about lingering for more than the quickest of releases. Then she shifted, pressed her back hard against the stone and rested both of her hands on his shoulders. Before he could protest the removal of her fingers from his cock, she wrapped her legs around his waist, her still clothed crotch rubbing tight and insanely hot against his exposed cock as she began to rock and gyrate, and it was all happening way too fast.
‘Stacie I --’
‘Shut up, Harris,’ she spoke between chattering teeth. ‘I need to come, and so do you. You can fuck me properly when we get back to the SUV. It’s too damn cold to linger.’ With each sentence she ground against him, baring down with the extra leverage the cliff at her back afforded and, almost before the words were out of her mouth, she convulsed. Her spine stiffened and her shivers had nothing to do with the cold. Harris could stand no more. He felt the eruption deep in his groin. It might have been embarrassing had the circumstances been different, but as he tried to cover himself, tried to hide the results of Stacie’s hard ride, she shoved his hand away, pushed him back and practically fell into the space between them positioning herself so that she caught his release, all of it in her mouth. What could he say to that? What could he do but hold her there, helplessly grunting the weight of his need into the back of her throat. It was an act as intimate and as primal as the cougars mating on the rocks minutes ago. And sex, any kind of sex, with Stacie Emerson was worlds apart from any other sexual experiences he’d ever had. As she stood and wiped her mouth on the back of her hand, the look of hunger in her eyes, the promise of more sex to come in the SUV before the trip home couldn’t help but lighten the mood. As they straightened and tucked and donned their packs, he wondered if that was maybe why she did it. Whatever her reason, it definitely worked for him in ways he was still trying to get his head around.
About Grace Marshall:
Grace Marshall lives in
England with her husband and the growing gang of hooligan birds
who frequent their feeders. When Grace isn’t busy writing something sexy and
romantic, she’s busy digging in her ever-expanding veg garden or walking across
the British countryside. She finds inspiration outdoors in nature, and most of
her best story ideas come to her while she’s walking or gardening.
Grace is the author of the fast paced, quirky Executive Decisions Trilogy published by Xcite Romance. An Executive Decision, Identity Crisis and the final instalment of the trilogy, The Exhibition, are all now available at all your favourite book sellers with lots of romance and thrills served hot.
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My 5 Star Review
I received this book from the Touring Host for and honest review.
I had the privileged to read all three books in the Trilogy Series for the author. The Exhibition is the last book in the Series, and as with the two previous books, The Executive Decision and Identity Crisis, I was not disappointed.
It took me some time getting back in the story since it had been a while since I read them, but once I got the hang of it, it was an enjoyable read.
The passion was explosive, the plot well executed and the story line flowed. With all the strong characters we met previously, back, you can be sure to be glued to the pages of this follow up.
This time the emphasis was on Stacie Emerson, ex-wife of Garret and ex-girlfriend of Ellis Thorne. The three friends, Harry, Dee and Kendra, are back with their old archenemy Terence Jamison. And what a sicko this guy had been.
There was just nothing that he didn’t do that got me riled up. And as with people like this, he thought he was above the law. That rules did not apply to him accept the ones he made to benefit him. Possessive, manipulative, heartless, womanizer, abuser of women and earth, rapist, murderer…and the list goes on. He stooped to the very rotten core of humanity to have his way.
But Stacie had a plan; a well executed plan to bring this arrogant man down. And I loved every moment of it.
Set against the backdrop of the waste land of her beloved fields and with nature in its entire splendor, you get sucked into their world.
With a clear message, every man is liable for his actions if it were against other human beings or against nature. We are all accountable to look after the very planet we live on, and not disregard nature for greed and power.
Harris Walker, nature photographer and Editor of the Wilderness Vanguard, resented Stacie from the start. He struggled to accept this lady but once his mind changed there was no stopping him. At first it was unadulterated lust that has driven him closer to her but once he got to know her it became more than just a quick romp in the bushes.
The tale of Zoe and Ingrid will tuck the heartstrings as you learn more about them and how they too had fallen in the hands of the evil TJ. The man stopped at nothing to humiliate the women and brought them to their knees. His abusive, lust driven character, was demeaning to them as women and as artists.
A beautiful conclusion to the trilogy, The Exhibition is suspense filled erotica at its best. And a book I can recommend to all readers that love this genre.