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Exposed By Fate by Tessa Bailey…Excerpt and Giveaway

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Exposed By Fate releases October 27

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Synopsis:

A sexy category romance from Entangled’s Brazen imprint…

He’ll train her to lure another man. She’ll lure him instead.

When interior designer Eliza Ballas accompanies a friend to New York’s premier BDSM club, she’s taken aback by the sheer want that overruns her body—especially when a sexy Brit assumes Eliza is adept at dark, sensual arts. If she’s going to play, she’ll need an erotic education, and she knows just the man to teach her how to submit…

Oliver Preston isn’t one to turn down pleasure, but Eliza’s his sister’s best friend, and he’s torn between a sense of duty and his rock-hard need to find out if she tastes as delicious as he’s dreamed. Unable to handle thought of another man owning her body, he draws Eliza deep into his world of exquisite pain and pleasure. He has three lessons to instruct her. Three lessons to drive them both to the brink of ecstasy. And three lessons before he must give her to another man…if he doesn’t lose himself first.

Excerpt:

How many times had he dreamed of seeing her on display for him like this? Apart from her accelerated breathing, she showed no signs of being uncomfortable. He smoothed a palm over the smooth skin, running a finger lightly down the center. “Panties are a waste of my time, Eliza. Don’t wear them again. When it comes to fucking you, I don’t appreciate obstacles.” He traced the seam of her pussy with his knuckle, savoring her gasp. “Is that clear?”

“Yes.”

With a massive case of reluctance, he covered her ass. He almost laughed when she sighed in relief. They weren’t even close to finished. He wrapped her pony tail around his fist and drew her back up, meeting her glazed eyes in the mirror. Fuck yes, she loved this as much as he did. His little closeted submissive. “I told you no panties were allowed. Did I say anything about no shirt?” With his free hand, he tugged her sports bra up and over her breasts, revealing the sweetest pair of tits he’d ever seen. Firm handfuls, the color of peaches. Goddamn. What would they taste like? He almost lost it, forgetting what he’d been saying, but he forced himself back to the present. “I’m the only one who sees them,” he growled, meaning every word. “You keep them covered. For my eyes only. Understood?”

She tried to nod, but his grip on her hair was too tight. “Your eyes only.”

“Good.” He released her. “Get on your back. We’re not done stretching.” This time, she only hesitated for a beat before doing as she was told. Better, but eventually he wanted her obeying without question. Dying to obey. She looked up at him from her position on the floor and he took a moment to enjoy the power of standing over her, controlling what happened next. It sizzled in his veins, spreading to every inch of his body. He knelt down between her thighs, watching the goose bumps break out along her flesh, her nipples beading tighter. Eliza needed a long, hard fuck. His instincts screamed at him to give it to her, but his mind won out. He hooked a hand under her right knee and drew it up toward her shoulder. The action brought him directly over her, drawing her gaze to his bare chest. So much was taking place behind those big, brown eyes. Wonder, heat, need.

Oh, babe. Hold on to your fucking seat.

In one lightning fast motion, he threw her leg over his shoulder and bore down hard, pressing her knee against her shoulder. At the same time, his hips dropped into the cradle of her thighs and he rocked. Just once.

“Ohhh.” She sucked in a shaky breath. “Please. Again.”

“Are you a little beggar, Eliza? Are you going to cry and moan and dig your nails into my ass the first time we fuck?”

Giveaway:

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About the author:

Tessa Bailey is originally from Carlsbad, California. The day after high school graduation, she packed her yearbook, ripped jeans and laptop, driving cross-country to New York City in under four days.

Her most valuable life experiences were learned thereafter while waitressing at K-Dees, a Manhattan pub owned by her uncle. Inside those four walls, she met her husband, best friend and discovered the magic of classic rock, managing to put herself through Kingsborough Community College and the English program at Pace University at the same time. Several stunted attempts to enter the work force as a journalist followed, but romance writing continued to demand her attention.

She now lives in Brooklyn, New York with her husband of seven years and three-year-old daughter. Although she is severely sleep-deprived, she is incredibly happy to be living her dream of writing about people falling in love.

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