Good morning all. I’m Avril Ashton, here to party with you guys. I’m excited to get things started so let’s begin with a little sexy somethin’ somethin’ since it’s cold here in Brooklyn

 

MAKE ME SWEAT (Bringing the Heat #1)

 

Charged with planting a listening device in the office of a dangerous nightclub owner, Ever Marcille accepts an invite from her target to indulge in some naughty play. She didn’t count on their mutual, insatiable need, or the many ways his closely guarded secrets are intertwined with hers.

Undercover federal agent Simon Dakin has one thing on his mind, catching the arms dealer known as Ghost. That’s until he spies the mysterious woman at his bar. Time after time she comes in, teasing his senses. Starring in his fantasies. He promises himself one night with her in his arms, but a single taste isn’t possible. He’s hooked.

Even as their secrets intrude, Dak and Ever succumb to their desires. But time is running out. Secrets past and present must be revealed. Can their new-found feelings survive the many blows, or is this over before it even begins?

 

Amazon | Evernight Pub | All Romance | B&N

 

 

EXCERPT

 

Strobe lights glinted off the slender arch of her bare back. A tiny black dress barely covered her taut ass. He couldn’t decide which to stare at first. Or longest. The ass begging to be squeezed, bit, or the blue-green stars floating from her right shoulder to the curve of her left hip.

Dak palmed his cock and stared at the surveillance cameras. The mysterious woman was back. Two nights a week, for the last three weeks, she’d come in to his club, Dakota House. Always by herself. Other, more beautiful women lingered at the bar, but Dak paid them no attention. She took it all.

His fantasy lady strolled over to the bar, her sure steps and swaying hips screaming, “fuck me”. Taking a seat on a high stool, she crossed her long, caramel-colored legs. The obscenely high heels on her feet gave them the illusion of never-ending. His balls tightened, cock swelling harder. This morning he’d jacked off to her face in his head. As he watched his cum mix with the water, he promised he’d make a move the next time she came in.

Here she was, putting him to the test. As if she felt his perusal, she lifted her face slightly, gaze searching and finding the camera directly above the bar. Dak pressed some buttons and zoomed in. She lifted her chin as her wide eyes mocked him, lips curved into a smirk. A bad girl. He knew it from the way she walked, the way she sat expectantly. Waiting.

His move.

Dak snatched up the phone on his desk with unsteady hands and punched the number to his head of security who patrolling the floor. Jayce answered immediately.

“Yeah.”

“Bring her to me,” Dak spoke into Jayce’s earpiece.

“About time.” Loud hip-hop drowned out Jayce’s laugh.

“Just do it.” Dak hung up and took a breath. He moved to stand then thought better of it when Jayce approached the woman. His friend bent and whispered in her ear. Dak growled, the sound surprising him. He didn’t like Jayce being that close to her.

Jayce straightened, but the woman didn’t move. In fact she picked up the glass of clear pink liquid in front of her and drank slowly. Jayce crossed his arms, frowning at her. His friend wasn’t used to waiting on anyone. Dak wasn’t either.

She licked her lips and Dak could almost taste the salt from the rim of her glass. His mystery woman traced the circular rim with a gloved finger, then brought it to her mouth where she wiped it clean with a dart of her tongue.

Fuck.

 

 

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A Caribbean transplant, Avril now lives in Brooklyn, N.Y with a tolerant Spousal Equivalent. Together they raise an eccentric daughter who loves reading and school (not so much school anymore). Avril’s earliest memories of reading revolve around discussing plot points of Nancy Drew and The Hardy Boys with an equally book-minded mother

Always in love with the written word, Avril finally decided to do the writing in August of ’09 and never looked back. Spicy love scenes, delicious heroes, and wicked women burn up the pages of Avril’s stories, but there’ll always be a happy ending; Av remains a believer of love in all its forms.

Addicted to cake, the ID Channel and the UFC, Avril writes Erotic and GLBT Romance for Ellora’s Cave, Evernight Publishing, eXtasy Books, Secret Cravings Publishing and Total-e-Bound.

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