Release Day Blitz…Vicious Seduction by Jill Ramsower

 

 

   


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๐—ข๐—ฅ๐—”๐—ก:

๐™‡๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™– ๐™Ž๐™˜๐™๐™ช๐™ก๐™ฉ๐™ฏ๐™š ๐™ž๐™จ ๐™– ๐™ฅ๐™–๐™ฌ๐™ฃ. 

๐˜ผ ๐™จ๐™๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™ฎ ๐™ฅ๐™ž๐™š๐™˜๐™š ๐™ค๐™› ๐™ฅ๐™ก๐™–๐™จ๐™ฉ๐™ž๐™˜ ๐™„โ€™๐™ก๐™ก ๐™ช๐™จ๐™š ๐™ž๐™ฃ ๐™ข๐™ฎ ๐™ฅ๐™ก๐™–๐™ฃ ๐™›๐™ค๐™ง ๐™ง๐™š๐™ซ๐™š๐™ฃ๐™œ๐™š.

 

Iโ€™ll seduce her. Claim her.

Then flaunt my acquisition in front of her ex, Lawrence Wellingtonโ€”

The man I plan to destroy.

 

๐—ข๐—ป๐—ฐ๐—ฒ ๐—บ๐˜† ๐—บ๐—ถ๐˜€๐˜€๐—ถ๐—ผ๐—ป ๐—ถ๐˜€ ๐—ฐ๐—ผ๐—บ๐—ฝ๐—น๐—ฒ๐˜๐—ฒ, ๐—œโ€™๐—น๐—น ๐˜€๐—ฒ๐—ป๐—ฑ ๐—Ÿ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ฎ ๐—ฝ๐—ฎ๐—ฐ๐—ธ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด.

 

Sheโ€™ll be the easiest and most โ€ฆ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ถ๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜ฃ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ part of my vengeance.

Charming her away from a man old enough to be her father wonโ€™t be an issue.

 

And if it comes down to it, Iโ€™m not above using force.

 

๐—Ÿ๐—œ๐—ก๐—”:

๐™Š๐™ง๐™–๐™ฃ ๐˜ฝ๐™ฎ๐™ง๐™ฃ๐™š ๐™๐™–๐™จ ๐™ข๐™–๐™™๐™š ๐™๐™ž๐™จ ๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™ฉ๐™š๐™ฃ๐™ฉ๐™ž๐™ค๐™ฃ๐™จ ๐™˜๐™ก๐™š๐™–๐™งโ€” 

๐™ƒ๐™šโ€™๐™ก๐™ก ๐™จ๐™ฉ๐™ค๐™ฅ ๐™–๐™ฉ ๐™ฃ๐™ค๐™ฉ๐™๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™œ ๐™ฉ๐™ค ๐™๐™–๐™ซ๐™š ๐™ข๐™š.

 

But heโ€™s just like every other rich, entitled asshole.

He doesn’t know me.

All he sees is a pretty object to be possessed and discarded.

 

๐—ง๐—ต๐—ฒ๐˜† ๐—ฎ๐—น๐—น ๐˜‚๐—ป๐—ฑ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐˜€๐˜๐—ถ๐—บ๐—ฎ๐˜๐—ฒ ๐—บ๐—ฒ.

 

Iโ€™ve come back to the Olympus Club for a reason,

And I wonโ€™t let anything stop me,

Least of all a smooth-talking criminal with arsenic on his tongue.

 

๐™„๐™› ๐™Š๐™ง๐™–๐™ฃ ๐™š๐™ญ๐™ฅ๐™š๐™˜๐™ฉ๐™จ ๐™ข๐™š ๐™ฉ๐™ค ๐™›๐™–๐™ก๐™ก ๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™ฉ๐™ค ๐™๐™ž๐™จ ๐™ค๐™ฅ๐™š๐™ฃ ๐™–๐™ง๐™ข๐™จ, 

๐™ƒ๐™šโ€™๐™จ ๐™ž๐™ฃ ๐™›๐™ค๐™ง ๐™– ๐™ฌ๐™ค๐™ง๐™ก๐™™ ๐™ค๐™› ๐™™๐™ž๐™จ๐™–๐™ฅ๐™ฅ๐™ค๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™ฉ๐™ข๐™š๐™ฃ๐™ฉ.

 

๐˜ผ ๐™‰๐™Š๐™๐™€ ๐™๐™๐™Š๐™ˆ ๐™๐™ƒ๐™€ ๐˜ผ๐™๐™๐™ƒ๐™Š๐™:  ๐˜™๐˜ช๐˜ท๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ด ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ด ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ค๐˜ช๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ญ๐˜บ ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ๐˜ถ๐˜ค๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜–๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜“๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ขโ€™๐˜ด ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜บ. ๐˜‰๐˜ฐ๐˜ญ๐˜ฅ, ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ, ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ณ๐˜ถ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ด, ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ธ๐˜ฐ ๐˜จ๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ฅ-๐˜ต๐˜ฐ-๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ฅ, ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ถ๐˜ญ๐˜ต ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ฆ๐˜น๐˜ฑ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ด๐˜ช๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฐ๐˜ด๐˜ต ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ค๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ฃ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜บ. ๐˜Ž๐˜ฆ๐˜ต ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ฅ๐˜บ ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜น๐˜ถ๐˜ข๐˜ญ ๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ด๐˜ช๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ฑ๐˜ฑ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ง๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ ๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜บ ๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ฑ๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ท๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ข๐˜จ๐˜ฆ!   

๐˜๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜ธ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ, ๐˜ ๐˜ธ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ฆ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜’๐˜ฅ ๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ญ “๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜ง๐˜ช๐˜ข ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ฆ.” ๐˜”๐˜บ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ค๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ด ๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ฉ ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ง๐˜ต ๐˜ด๐˜ฑ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต๐˜ด ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ช๐˜ณ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด. ๐˜›๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜บ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ท๐˜ช๐˜ฐ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ค๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ค๐˜ณ๐˜ถ๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ต๐˜บ ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฌ๐˜ด, ๐˜ฃ๐˜ถ๐˜ต ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต๐˜ธ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ค๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ด. ๐˜Œ๐˜ฏ๐˜ซ๐˜ฐ๐˜บ!


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I was too pissed to play Prince Charming. Fuck that. Iโ€™d sooner throw her over my shoulder and lock her away than let that geriatric bastard see her in what should have been meant for me.

Jesus, I didnโ€™t know where these thoughts were coming from.

I was out of control and couldnโ€™t find it in me to care.

She started to answer, and I could tell by the fire in her eyes that I wouldnโ€™t like what she was going to say. I cut her off before she got the chance to say a word. Clutching her wrist, I hauled her around to the alley on the side of the building. It wasnโ€™t particularly private, but it was better than having it out with her on the goddamn sidewalk.

โ€œIs Wellington taking you to the club for dinner tonight?โ€ Just saying the words made my jaw ache with strain.

โ€œYes.โ€ Defiance. So much bloody defiance.

โ€œYou donโ€™t want to be with him, I know it. You came to Bastion for a reason. I didnโ€™t make youโ€”you came on your own. So why the fuck are you still going to see him?โ€

โ€œI told you, itโ€™s complicated.โ€

โ€œNothingโ€™s that fucking complicated.โ€

โ€œMaybe for you,โ€ she shot back angrily.

My mind raced as I stared her down. I needed to handle this carefully, but my frustration tinged my vision with red, making it hard to see anything but my need to gain her submission.

The lighter was in my hand before I knew it, and I flicked it open.

โ€œCan you swear on your life heโ€™ll never see it?โ€

โ€œYou wouldnโ€™t.โ€ She gaped at me.

โ€œBaby, you have no idea the lengths Iโ€™d go to.โ€

She crossed her arms over her chest and narrowed angry blue eyes at me. โ€œFine, I swear no other man will see the lingerie.โ€

My smile was slow and lupine as it crept across my face.

โ€œWrong answer.โ€

She could try to sass me, but it wouldnโ€™t get her far. The small flame barely kissed the thin black tissue before the hungry flame devoured the paper.

Linaโ€™s jaw plummeted, her eyes going wide with horror. And was that โ€ฆ a touch of โ€ฆ sorrow mixed in?

Shit, I didnโ€™t want to hurt her. Iโ€™d been trying to prevent that. Being near Wellington, clothed or not, was dangerous for her in so many ways.

I tossed the smoking bag away from us and caged her in against the stone wall, forcing her watery gaze to mine. โ€œLook at me, Lina.โ€

Questions and uncertainty spun in her eyes like little blue whirlpools of chaos. โ€œWhy, Oran? Why are you doing this?โ€

Only an inch separated us, and my body screamed with the need to close the gap, so much so that my breath grew choppy and shallow.

โ€œBecause you need me to. You need my help, whether you want it or not.โ€

It should have been a lieโ€”a line I fed to her to win her overโ€”but instead, it rang with sincerity even to my own ears. Where she was concerned, my actions were no longer purely motivated by revenge. I didnโ€™t know what that meant for me and didnโ€™t want to think about it.

I lowered my face to hers, drawn by an invisible force impossible to ignore. My lips ghosted over her skinโ€”her temple, her cheeks, her lips. I never touched her, though. I made sure of that. My body vibrated inside with restraint, but I kept control of myself.

Lina trembled beneath me.

Her lips parted a fraction, and I felt her warmth as her chest lifted and strained closer to mine. We lingered in a timeless moment of suspense, all the while the whisper of my words from the club echoing in the air around us.

Kiss me.

Kiss me.

Kiss me.

Like a needle to a balloon, chaos exploded when Lina launched herself at me, her lips colliding with mine and arms tugging me close.

Thank Christ.

I responded with equal abandon. Pulling her luscious body against mine and devouring her kiss. The sweep of her tongue along mine turned my cock to solid stone. It pressed so hard against my zipper I worried it would leave a permanent mark. My physical reaction to her was undeniable. What amazed me even more was my emotional response. The second her body melted into mine, I went feral with the need to own her. To possess her so thoroughly she forgot any other man had ever existed.

Her submission to the desire pulsing between us was a sign that I was making progress.

It made me ravenous for more.

The small glimpse of what it would be like to have her for myself had my world tilting on its axis. The breathless moan that snuck past her lips. The tug of her fingers in my hair. The nip of her teeth on my bottom lip.

How could kissing anyone else ever compare to this?

It was impossible.

Sheโ€™d decimated my prior standards and permanently altered my perceptions. Sheโ€™d marked me in a way that couldnโ€™t be seen, but I knew it was there, and Iโ€™d be damned if I didnโ€™t find a way to return the favor.

I hated how much I wanted her. 

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Jill is a Texan, born and raised. She manages the hectic social calendars for her three active children and occasionally spends an evening with her dashing husband. Aside from being an author and a mom, she’s a travel junkie and loves to read when she is not lost in her own stories.

With Jillโ€™s books, you can count on confident heroines, plenty of steamy tension, and deliciously assertive leading men. There are no guarantees in life, but with her books, you know everything will work out in the end. However, a perfect ending would not be nearly as satisfying without a seemingly insurmountable challenge. Jill loves to add plenty of adversity in her stories, creating unforgettably dynamic characters and sneaky plot twists you will never see coming.

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