Title: Truth or Dare
Author: Ember Casey
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: August 26, 2013
Synopsis:
After their passionate, heated weekend at the Cunningham estate, Lily and Calder have decided to take their relationship to the next level. But love in the real world isn’t all fun and games—especially when it becomes clear that Calder still harbors his share of secrets.
When Calder suggests they hold off on sex for a while, Lily knows something is seriously wrong—and she’s not afraid to pull out the big guns. She makes Calder a proposal he can’t refuse: an ongoing match of Truth or Dare that she hopes will bring them closer together both physically and emotionally.
But as the contest increases in intensity, so do the stakes, and suddenly Lily and Calder have to face the question they’ve both been avoiding: what sort of relationship do they have when they strip away all the games?
Excerpt
Calder yanks me against his body, crushing me to his hard
chest. His mouth moves hungrily, desperately, against my own, and mine meets
his with equal passion. I revel in the taste of him, eager to drink it all in.
Damn, I missed this.
He’s backing me up against my desk now, and I don’t protest
when he pushes me down on top of it. Something falls to the floor beside us. My
files? The invoices? Honestly, I don’t care. One of Calder’s hands moves around
the small of my back while the other winds in my hair, his fingers twisting and
pulling at the strands. He leans over me, nudging my thighs apart so he can
press nearer. There’s a clatter as something else tumbles off the desk.
Something big this time—probably that dinosaur of a three-hole punch we’ve had
since this place opened.
There’s no way Dad didn’t hear that.
I push Calder off of me and sit up, grabbing him by the tie
even as my dad’s voice floats in from the next room. “Lily? Are you all right?”
“I’m fine! It’s nothing!” I tug Calder around the desk and
shove him down onto the floor. He’s too surprised to resist or argue, and I
pray that he catches the warning in my glare. I’m just bending to pick up the
three-hole punch when Dad appears in the doorway.
“Is everything okay, honey?”
“Yeah,” I say, waving the beast of a gadget at him. “Just
knocked a couple of things off my desk.”
Out of the corner of my eye, I see Calder raise his eyebrows
in surprise. I give him a small kick, hoping he gets the hint.
Dad is looking curiously at me, and I realize suddenly how
disheveled I must appear. My hands skim over my shirt, my skirt. And—oh, God—my hair…
“It’s been a rough day,” I say, trying to brush it off,
hoping against hope that my face isn’t as red as it feels. Crap, are my lips swollen?
But my dad either doesn’t notice or chooses not to see.
“That Collins woman again?” he says. “She’s been a real
trip.”
I nod. “Called and changed her numbers again. I—”
Calder is touching me. His fingers are sliding up my
leg—softly, slowly, sending shivers all the way up my thigh. I clear my throat
and try to shift away from him, but his hand follows.
“I—I redid the invoices,” I manage, indicating the papers
that are still on the floor. Calder’s hand has slipped beneath the hem of my
skirt now, and it’s slowly inching its way upward. His breath is warm against
my ankle. When I try to gently nudge his face away, he nips at my skin and
flicks his tongue sensually along the back of my leg. I try not to squirm.
“How many do they have coming?” Dad asks.
It’s hard to remember the number with Calder’s mouth teasing
my ankle and his fingers caressing my thigh. “Two hundred and twelve, I think?”
Dad whistles. “A big one.”
“We need it.” I lean forward and grip the desk, trying to
keep my face blank. Calder’s ever-climbing hand is now tickling my strategically-closed
thighs, trying to force me to part them. In spite of the situation, my body
reacts instinctively to the touch. Heat pools in my lower belly, a contrast to
the panicked lump in my throat. I’m having trouble breathing normally, and my
face and neck feel warmer with every passing second. I swear, if my dad finds
out about us like this, Calder’s going to get it. And by “it” I don’t mean the
prize he’s currently seeking between my legs.
I shift again, and this time I feel my heel connect with
Calder’s cheek. He sucks in a breath, and I cough to cover up the sound.
Dad’s frowning. Great, he must have heard.
But no—he’s shaking his head. “Didn’t you have dinner plans
with a friend?”
“Yes. Yes I do.” I smile. “I was just about to change.”
Dad’s smiling again. “Good. You’ve been working too much
these past few weeks.”
“I could say the same of you.”
It’s true, but if I’m being honest, Dad looks the best he
has in months. When the Frazer Center for the Arts was on the brink of closing,
he was a mess. I’ve never seen him look so old, so tired, so haggard. But now
he might be a decade younger. He’s smiling more—laughing, even—and, as cheesy
as it sounds, the sparkle is back in his eyes. We’re not completely out of
danger yet, but we’re moving steadily in the right direction, and that positive
energy has been enough to make Dad excited about this place again.
“Well, I’ll leave you to it,” he says. “You have fun
tonight, honey.”
“Will do.”
No sooner has he turned away than Calder grabs my hand and
yanks me down beside him—or, more accurately, on top of him.
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About the Author
Website: http://embercasey.
Ember Casey is a twenty-something writer who lives in Atlanta, Georgia in a den of iniquity (or so she likes to tell people). When she's not writing steamy romances, you can find her whipping up baked goods (usually of the chocolate variety), traveling (her bucket list is infinite), or generally causing trouble (because somebody has to do it). She is the author of HIS WICKED GAMES and TRUTH OR DARE.
Love this giveaway and Ember Casey this book sounds hot can't wait to read
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