Besotted

Preparations are under way for Lana and Blake's big day. A blissfully happy Lana has chosen her friends, Billie Black and Julie Sugar to be her bridesmaids.  But whilst Billie's joy for her friend’s good fortune is very real, Julie conceals a life-long secret from Lana, and the smiles she wears are anything but those of happiness for her friend.

With Blake's treacherous ex seemingly banished to the background, Lana believes she has finally won her man and is looking forward to finalizing their love, but storm clouds are never far away where Victoria is concerned. 

Will all go smoothly for the lovers on their big day?

Or are there unforeseen dramas that may yet still spoil the couple's happily ever after?

And who is Vann Wolfe, the mysterious best man?

               

 

I was given this book by author for honest review. The series of the Billionaire Banker grabs you. Lana comes into her own in this segment of the series. Blake has grown as well. The characters enrich your life as you read. Ready and willing to read Seduce Me when it comes out.

‘What about BDSM?  Are you going to teach me something about that?’

He looks at me over the rim of his glass.  ‘Why?  Are you interested in being a submissive?’

‘I don’t know.  I could be.  What is it?’

‘It’s a game.’

‘I like games.  Start me off and I’ll tell you if I like it.’

He stops smiling, his eyes change, darken.  Very deliberately he pushes his glass of orange juice to the middle of the table, reaches for the carton of milk and holding it right in front of him, slowly tips it sideways until the milk in it pours onto the table.  I watch the puddle grow on the table.  At some point well before the carton is empty he stops pouring.  I lift my eyes from the spill and look at him.  His eyes are expressionless, watchful.  The silence stretches.  I break it.  ‘Well?’    

‘Clean it up,’ he says.

‘What?’

‘I don’t need to repeat myself, do I?  It is a punishable offense.’

For a moment I feel confused.  Was this the thing that has everybody hot up the collar?  Do I want to be his little slave?  The answer is obvious and immediate.  I don’t.  Definitely not.  But I’ll let it play a little more and see where this little game goes.  I turn towards the paper towels.

‘Not with the paper towel.’  His voice cracks like a whip.

I turn towards him slowly.   Our eyes clash, a look of impatience about his.  What does he want me to do?  Clean the table with my tongue?  The thought is unsexy, off-putting.  ‘With what, then?’

He leans back and folds his arms across his chest.  ‘With your sex.’

And suddenly I am wet.  The idea is shocking but incredibly, unbelievably erotic.  I hook my thumbs into the scrap of white lace around my hips, push it all the way down and step out of it.

‘Give them to me.’

I bend down to retrieve them and walk towards him.  I look into his eyes as I drop my bunched up knickers into his outstretched hand.  He puts them into his trouser pocket.  

I hop onto the table with my legs apart so he can see what I am doing, I bend forward and flattening my thighs, slowly drag my sex across the liquid.  Something flashes in his eyes.  The milk is cold on my warm skin.  When I have swept myself across the spill I stop and look to him.  

He nods slowly.  ‘You,’ he says, and there is a touch of admiration in his voice, ‘are an excellent pupil.  You never do more than what you are instructed to do.’

I say nothing.  Just hold myself in that position.

‘Now spread your legs,’ he orders.

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Georgia Le Carre lives in England, in an old 19th century romantic cottage surrounded by a magical garden filled with fruit and walnut trees.  When she is not feeding words into her laptop, she is either curled up in bed with a box of chocolates and a good read, or lost in a long walk in the woods. Especially on moonlit nights.  And often with the man of her dreams.