A few tidbits about Wanting Mr. Cane:
It is the first book of a series BUT before you groan and close out this email, I just want to let you know that all of the books will release a month apart! Seriously, only 30 days apart and they are all FULL-LENGTH novels! I've been (and still am) working my booty off, y'all! I swear I have!
I love my readers so much and the last thing I want to do is have you waiting. So yes, book 1 will be out in June, book 2 in July, and book 3 in August, and so on. You know I love to add my angst and drama, so you'll get a sizzle of cliffies and WTF moments, but it's always just enough to leave you hungry for more. The final book will seal the deal! I'm here for you on this roller coaster ride of emotions, I promise!
If you enjoyed my Tainted/Mr. Black Duet then I really think you will love this one! It has the same feel and mood, but trust me, the stories are way different.
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I sighed and twisted my fingers in his hair, the heel of my sandals digging into his lower back. He groaned, bringing his mouth up to my ear.
“Why the fuck can’t I stay away from you?” he growled. “Why? I don’t fucking get it.”
“I don’t know,” I breathed. I really didn’t know why Cane couldn’t resist me.
Was it because he knew he couldn’t have me? Did the risk of being forbidden thrill him just as much as it thrilled me? Or did he just like that I was untouched and uneducated about sex, and wanted to teach me all the dirty things?
“All I want to do is touch you. Taste you. I’ve never been this fucking weak for a girl in all my life.” He sucked on the lobe of my ear and I shivered, then he took a step back, placing me on my feet. “Get on your knees,” he ordered, breathing quickly.
I frowned a little. “W-what?”
“Get on your knees, Kandy.”
My brows stitched but I didn’t hesitate. It was a dream of mine to please him—to give him whatever he wanted, no matter how bad he was for me.
I lowered to my knees and on the way down I noticed how hard he was. The print of his cock was pushing against the jean fabric, desperate for freedom.
“Unzip my pants.”
I unzipped them and he lowered his pants just enough to reveal his hard, angry, beautiful cock. Veins ran along the length of him, straight down to the round, thick bulb that was glistening with pre-cum. He was way too hard, like he hadn’t fucked in weeks.
I would never forget how big he was. So big that it frightened and thrilled me all the same. So big that I was sure I would cry tears of joy when he entered me, and then cry out in pure bliss when I adjusted around his size and came all over him.
“What now?” I whispered, looking up.
“I'm sure you know what to do.”
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