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THE ESCORT
Shamed Series #3
Laura Marie Altom
Releasing August 11th, 2015
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When the woman he loves marries billionaire Liam Stone, Nathan Black swears off dating and playing by the rules. He’s also tired of being broke. His new gig as a male escort isn’t exactly legal, but the cash will help him build a solid future. Then there’s Carol Moore, Liam’s personal assistant. She and Nathan always seem to get paired up at Stone family functions—and always seem to end up in bed together. She’s definitely intriguing. But how could a good girl like Carol settle down with a screw-up like Nathan?
After Carol’s dreamy boss gets hitched, crushing any chance of them getting back together, she finds herself hooking up with the bride’s best friend. Nathan is hot, adventurous, and just a little bit dangerous. But when one of their sexy games goes too far, Carol discovers how out of control Nathan’s life really is. And before long Carol is forced to choose between her safe old life and the bad boy who makes her feel like the woman she’s meant to be.
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“I,
Ella, take you, Liam, to be my lawfully wedded husband . . .”
If
I heard one more word of the happy couple’s vows, I’d fucking hurl.
I
stood on the fringe of their big event with my hands shoved in the pockets of
the khakis I’d picked up at Goodwill. Why wouldn’t I want to look my best for
the love of my life getting hitched to a billionaire who’s actually perfect for
her, and can give her the kind of life of which I’ve never even dreamed?
Everything
about the beachfront nuptials was perfection.
Gently
lapping surf—check.
Violet-streaked
sunset kissing the ocean—check.
Pillar
candles lining the aisle and practically an entire freaking orchestra playing
powdery-soft Vivaldi—check, check. Toss in thousands of white orchids and
roses, wandering flamingos, a champagne fountain, a tent with tables heaped
with food and a vodka-ice-luge carved into an enormous E & L, and the scene
was straight out of a circus freak show of flashy wealth. Only the thing about
Liam was that I truly believed not a bit of this was for show, or to prove he’d
win a wedding-of-the-century dick-measuring contest, but because he loves Ella
so much that in ways, he’d reverted to a little kid, eager to prove his love by
buying her every single toy on her Christmas list—only it was July, and knowing
Ella, the only thing she’d ever really wanted Santa to bring was love.
In
Liam, I knew she’d found that and more, and the fact was killing me.
Seating
for the hundred or so guests was an assortment of gold-toned sofas, love seats
and chairs that had no business being on a beach, but somehow seemed as perfect
as the rest of everything Carol—Liam’s longtime assistant—and a pricey wedding
planner had thrown together.
I
saw her now—Carol—standing on the opposite side of the aisle from me.
Her
pale blue eyes shone with unshed tears. The barely-there breeze stole strands
from her elegant blond updo, streaming them like golden seaweed across her
mouth, but she stood stone-still, as though if she froze, maybe time would,
too, and this wedding wouldn’t happen.
She
used to have a thing for Liam the way I did for Ella.
Judging
by her solemn expression, the way her full lips turned slightly down at the
corners, I guessed she pretty much felt the same as I did—that this whole event
sucked balls.
The
happy couple now delivered personally written, wholly heartfelt vows. Joy. I
loved Ella. I should be thrilled for her, so why did I find myself gravitating
toward Carol, then asking, “Want to get out of here?”
For
the longest time she remained motionless—a pale-skinned goddess whose
gold-satin gown reflected the sun’s last gasp.
“Carol?”
The music swelled as if cued by Ella’s happy tears. How had Liam done it? Built
riches so vast as to have his own wedding soundtrack?
Carol
finally looked at me. Her pain contradicted her beauty. Silent tears fell,
polluting her cheeks with wavy black mascara trails. “Fuck me.”
“No
kidding, right? I’m happy for them, but for us, this whole thing seriously
blows.”
“Agreed—but
I mean it, Nathan. Fuck me.
Pound me so hard I forget tonight ever happened.”
“Wait,
what?”
Gaze narrowed, I cocked my head. She didn’t flinch. “Oh shit, you’re serious.”
She
grabbed my hand, then dragged me down the shore, away from the wedding and
toward the deserted house. After pressing the call button for the glass-fronted
elevator that had been built into the Big Sur cliff, she shoved me against the
nearest rock wall, slashing her lips across mine for a kiss far more brutal
than erotic.
But
then I got into it, the whole anti-wedding, pissed-off spirit of the thing, and
I returned her ugly kiss with bold strokes of my tongue. My dick roared, and I
cupped my hand to her ass, tugging her against me. She was taller than Ella—a
good five-foot-eleven with heels—and satisfactorily ground against my
six-foot-two frame.
The
elevator signaled its arrival with a discreet ding.
The
doors opened and we plunged this shit show inside.
Now,
I took the lead, banging her against the car’s mirrored rear wall. I gave her
neck a rough nuzzle before pounding the up button, then helping myself to the
deep vee of her gown. She wore no bra and when I grazed her nipple, it hardened
beneath my palm.
I
dragged my lips up her throat and along the tender underside of her chin.
She
groaned, grabbing for my fly, but the car lurched to a stop.
When
the doors swished open, we tumbled out onto the hardwood floor of what
typically was a combo movie/game room temporarily being used for wedding gift
storage.
An
ornate pool table with a red-felt top had been piled high with wrapped gifts.
I
released Carol long enough to shove them aside. A few plummeted to the floor.
Judging by the muted jingle of broken glass or clanging metal, they didn’t fare
well. Fucking oops.
Right
now, all that mattered was blocking pain with pleasure.
I
barely even knew this woman, but for my purposes, she’d more than do. By way of
returning her favor, I’d give her a fuck she wouldn’t soon forget.
Nathan is trying to come to terms with the fact that his best friend and the woman he loves is indeed marrying Liam. He turns to the one that has been there fir him in the past, Carol. I love this series because it makes me beg for more. Nathan has become something that he never thought he would do to ensure that he is never lacking in funds. Carol feels a connection to him that she can't explain but he choices are pushing her away. Yeah the suspense to how they will end up is killing and but is making me crave more. See this is why I love this series, that and I got more of Liam ;)
Laura Marie Altom is the author of more
than forty books in three different genres. Now that her kids are in college,
Altom spends her days writing and chasing after a menagerie of pets: a mini
long-haired dachshund named Cocoa, a Yorkie named Daisy, a mutt named Sweet
Pea, and Domino—a black-and-white stealth cat she rarely sees. She’s happily
married to her college sweetheart (go Hogs!), and when night falls, she steals
a few romantic moments for herself with her own hunky cover stud.
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