Naughty New Year Event with Samanthe Beck

USA Today bestselling author Samanthe Beck lives in Malibu, California, with her long-suffering husband, their turbo-son, and a furry ninja named Kitty.

When not dreaming up fun, fan-your-cheeks sexy ways to get her characters to happily-ever-after, she searches for the perfect cabernet to pair with Ambien.

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A big THANK YOU to Dani for having me here at Ramblings from this Chick to be a part of her Naughty New Year! The naughty New Year scene I’m serving up is from “Hard Compromise,” (book 2 of the Compromise Me series). When fifteen year-old Lauralie Peterson propositioned Ethan Booker at a New Years Eve party, he told her they’d revisit the topic in a decade…right before he busted her under-aged ass seven ways from Sunday. Now it’s New Years Eve ten years later, and Sheriff Booker is ready to take this (semi) reformed bad girl up on her offer. An offer she hasn’t forgotten...

Booker spun her around, gaining ridiculous satisfaction from her startled, “Oh!” It took less than a second to rip the zipper down, and drag the weightless fabric out of his way. The shorts pooled around the ankles of the metallic cock-teasers some designer had the balls to call shoes.

Lace as delicate as a butterfly’s wing stretched across the span of her hips, framing the graceful curves along the top of her ass, and delving into the valley between flawless, unprotected cheeks. Hard to believe she hadn’t planned that view for someone. Out of line as they were, the territorial thoughts returned in full force.

While he watched, goose bumps rose on her skin. To torture them both, he pressed a kiss to the small of her back, then to the divot on one side of her spine, and then the twin on the other side. She sighed. Fidgeted.

“Who’d you wear these skimpy panties for, Lauralie?”

“Me,” she shot back. “They’re pretty. I like the way they fit.”

“You like having lace wedged all up in here?” He plucked the strip in question and let it snap back into place.

“Yes,” she gasped. “Don’t you think it looks good?”

She looked fucking amazing, and he had a primitive urge to make sure nobody else enjoyed the sight. Ever. He leaned in and scraped his teeth over bare skin until he snagged the line of lace just above where it disappeared from view. A jerk of his head rent the fabric. He opened his jaw and let the ruined lingerie drop to the floor.

“Oh my God.” The wall muffled her voice, but nothing could disguise the way her legs trembled. “Did you just tear my underwear off with your teeth?”

“I owe you a new pair. Now answer my question, or three guesses where my teeth go next.” He menaced the plushest part her ass cheek with his incisors.

“Get over yourself, Booker. I wore them for me.”

He couldn’t get over himself. He wanted to hear her say his name, even if it wasn’t true. His frustrated growl gave her fair warning, but all she managed was an edgy cry when he sank his teeth into one ripe, peach-like curve. He snuck his fingers between her thighs, and curled them, barely brushing hot, damp, unbelievably soft flesh before she bucked away.

“Don’t,” he warned, and gripped a cheek in each hand. “Put your forehead to the wall, close your eyes, say a prayer—whatever you need to do—but don’t you dare hold anything back from me. Now let’s try this again. Who’d you wear the panties for?”

“For me,” she insisted, stubborn as ever.

“Wrong answer.” He bit the other cheek, and worked two fingers between her legs again. She stiffened, then let out another groan, and opened for him, as far as the shorts around her ankles permitted. He took advantage, stroking, parting, easing his thumb into her tight, hot center and sweeping the inner wall while he rubbed her clit with his knuckle. Firm muscles bunched and released under his lips. Her breath came in ragged bursts.

“Who’d you think of while you slid those panties on and guided them along here?” He flicked his tongue over the path.

She wiggled, but the wall prevented her from getting far. “Nobody—”

His delving tongue dissolved her reply into an inarticulate plea.

Some misplaced sense of propriety, or the intensity of the sensations, forced her onto her toes. He simply tightened the trap, and kept at her—using his tongue, teeth, and fingers to exploit every unprotected part of her. One of her hands slapped the plaster, the other reached back and tangled in his hair.

“It hurts. I have to come so bad it hurts.”

The pain definitely cut both ways, but he drew it out a little longer. “Who’d you imagine getting you out of your panties tonight?”

“I didn’t…I can’t think.” Her fingers tightened in his hair. Pulling. Demanding. “I need.”

Growling his frustration, he scraped his jaw across her satiny ass. “Tell me” He circled his thumb as he pushed in deeper, searching out the hidden place that couldn’t withstand direct contact.

Her whole body stiffened when he hit it. She froze there for a suspended heartbeat, and then pounded the wall with her fist as the first spasm shook her. The next unlocked her voice, and words came forth with the same rushing honesty as her orgasm. “You, Booker. You. God help me, I thought of you.”

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Like how Booker delivers a happy New Year? If so, I’ve got good news. I plan to compromise one lucky winner with an e-copy of “Hard Compromise,” (this giveaway is open anywhere I can successfully gift online through Amazon or Barnes & Noble). Just hit the Rafflecopter below to enter. Good luck & Happy New Year!

A Compromise Me novel by USA Today bestselling author Samanthe Beck

Laurie Peterson assumes her impulsive one-night stand with sinfully sexy Sheriff Ethan Booker is the biggest surprise of the year…until her bakery burns down while she’s basking in the afterglow. It looks like her dreams are up in smoke, but then Ethan proposes a deal too tempting to resist.

Ethan has no intention of settling for a one-night stand with Laurie. Nor does he want anything to do with the women his wealthy family wants him to meet. Not when he’s waited ten years for his chance to make his move. His deal might have strings—and Laurie may not know the stakes—but nothing will stop this sexy cop from staking a real claim on her body and her heart.

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