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Cherishing the Goddess by Lucy Eden
Publication date: May 31st, 2019
Cover Designed by: Steamy Reads
Billionaire CEO Alexander Wolfe has spent years putting in 120-hour weeks and adding zeroes to his net worth. But lately, work has left him feeling burnt out and uninspired. Then he is given the chance to go head-to-head with a legendary corporate raider and the man he'd idolized his entire career. He seizes the opportunity, immediately jumping on a plane for Barbados to close the deal in person. If he's successful, it'll be the biggest win of his career.
He had no way of knowing that meeting a mesmerizing beauty would have the power to derail everything...
Calypso Sterling has no time for men who value her beauty over her intellect. Instead, she focuses all her energy on her studies and career aspirations. But when her home--and a closely guarded family secret--is threatened, she's ready to defend all she holds dear.
She had no way of knowing a handsome stranger had the power to take away everything she'd ever loved...
This standalone, workplace/enemies to lovers romance features characters from Everything's Better With Kimberly, is full of alpha and steam and has NO cheating.
This is the novelized, extended version of the previously published novella of the same name.
He had no way of knowing that meeting a mesmerizing beauty would have the power to derail everything...
Calypso Sterling has no time for men who value her beauty over her intellect. Instead, she focuses all her energy on her studies and career aspirations. But when her home--and a closely guarded family secret--is threatened, she's ready to defend all she holds dear.
She had no way of knowing a handsome stranger had the power to take away everything she'd ever loved...
This standalone, workplace/enemies to lovers romance features characters from Everything's Better With Kimberly, is full of alpha and steam and has NO cheating.
This is the novelized, extended version of the previously published novella of the same name.
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Excerpt
Mr. Underhill: Where are you?
I thought for a moment considering my answer.
Me: Home.
That was a mostly truthful answer. Alex had the annoying but endearing habit of referring to his suite as our home as if we were a couple of blissful newlyweds. I also wasn't sure I wanted him to know I was sleeping in his bed, wearing his clothes and pining for him like a lovesick teenager.
Mr. Underhill: That's a shame. I was imagining you naked between the sheets of our king-sized bed.
Mr. Underhill: Your mane of curls, wild and raped across the pillows. You open that sinful little mouth of yours and slide your two middle fingers between those gorgeous full lips getting your fingers wet and ready.
As if he were texting me commands, I followed his instructions to the letter. The thought of Alex in a room full of people in business attire while secretly sending me all of his dirty innermost thoughts was making me hot and bothered. My legs parted, and my newly moistened fingers caressed my opening, hot and slick with my longing for him. My phone pinked again.
Mr. Underhill: You're parting the curls on those tender puffy lips so you can glide your slick fingers over your aching swollen clit.
Mr. Underhill: You're using the other hand to caress those delicious tits. Pinching those tender little nipples imagining they were my teeth. I wish I was there to slide my tongue over those sensitive peaks feeling them stiffen under my lips.
I dropped the phone and my back arched as I made circular motions with my fingers satisfying the searing desire between my thighs, sliding my other palm over one breast desperately, my body aching for Alex's big strong everything. Whimpers and moans provided the soundtrack for my full body writhing until I sucked in a final gasp. Every muscle in my body was momentarily frozen after I tumbled off of the cliff I'd driven myself to with my frenzied fingers and Alex's filthy words.
My limbs felt heavy, my chest rose and fell as I drew in a deep lazy breath and my eyes drifted closed. The drunk, heady feeling washing over me was amazing. My skin shimmered and buzzed with a low electric current of satisfied pleasure, but it was a distant second to the real thing.
My phone pinged again.
I sucked my middle fingers into my mouth savoring the taste of my need, briefly considering sending Alex a picture of the aftermath of his text storm, but I knew better, and he would know I was in his suite.
Mr. Underhill: Goddess? Are you still there?
Me: Yes.
Mr. Underhill: Where did you go?
Valhalla. Nirvana. Paradise. Cinnabon.
Me: I was in the bathroom.
Mr. Underhill: (smiling devil horn emoji) I don't believe you.
I thought for a moment considering my answer.
Me: Home.
That was a mostly truthful answer. Alex had the annoying but endearing habit of referring to his suite as our home as if we were a couple of blissful newlyweds. I also wasn't sure I wanted him to know I was sleeping in his bed, wearing his clothes and pining for him like a lovesick teenager.
Mr. Underhill: That's a shame. I was imagining you naked between the sheets of our king-sized bed.
Mr. Underhill: Your mane of curls, wild and raped across the pillows. You open that sinful little mouth of yours and slide your two middle fingers between those gorgeous full lips getting your fingers wet and ready.
As if he were texting me commands, I followed his instructions to the letter. The thought of Alex in a room full of people in business attire while secretly sending me all of his dirty innermost thoughts was making me hot and bothered. My legs parted, and my newly moistened fingers caressed my opening, hot and slick with my longing for him. My phone pinked again.
Mr. Underhill: You're parting the curls on those tender puffy lips so you can glide your slick fingers over your aching swollen clit.
Mr. Underhill: You're using the other hand to caress those delicious tits. Pinching those tender little nipples imagining they were my teeth. I wish I was there to slide my tongue over those sensitive peaks feeling them stiffen under my lips.
I dropped the phone and my back arched as I made circular motions with my fingers satisfying the searing desire between my thighs, sliding my other palm over one breast desperately, my body aching for Alex's big strong everything. Whimpers and moans provided the soundtrack for my full body writhing until I sucked in a final gasp. Every muscle in my body was momentarily frozen after I tumbled off of the cliff I'd driven myself to with my frenzied fingers and Alex's filthy words.
My limbs felt heavy, my chest rose and fell as I drew in a deep lazy breath and my eyes drifted closed. The drunk, heady feeling washing over me was amazing. My skin shimmered and buzzed with a low electric current of satisfied pleasure, but it was a distant second to the real thing.
My phone pinged again.
I sucked my middle fingers into my mouth savoring the taste of my need, briefly considering sending Alex a picture of the aftermath of his text storm, but I knew better, and he would know I was in his suite.
Mr. Underhill: Goddess? Are you still there?
Me: Yes.
Mr. Underhill: Where did you go?
Valhalla. Nirvana. Paradise. Cinnabon.
Me: I was in the bathroom.
Mr. Underhill: (smiling devil horn emoji) I don't believe you.
About the Author:
Lucy Eden is the nom de plume of a romance obsessed author who writes the kind of romance she loves to read. She's a sucker for alphas with a soft gooey center, over the top romantic gestures, strong & smart MCs, humor, love at first sight (or pretty damn close), happily ever afters & of course, steamy love scenes.
When Lucy isn't writing, she's busy reading--or listening to--every book she can get her hands on--romance or otherwise.
She lives in New York with her husband, two children, a turtle & a Yorkshire Terrier.
