Hi Kathy, thank you so much for having me. This is the last stop of my blog tour and I hope people have learnt something new about me and ‘Forfeit’ on each stop along the way. (If you’ve missed any of the stops, and excerpts, they’re listed on my blog :))
Most of this story concentrates on Cat’s journey, but in this first excerpt Brent is just starting to realise how fond of her he’s getting, it’s not just about lust and winning any more… And the second excerpt is when Cat realises she wants to know a bit more about him too!
There is definitely a lot more to tell about Brent, so if enough people ask I might just publish his story, how he came to be the way he is and what happens next in his life (with or without Cat?!).
The trouble with seeing Cat in clothes was that he wanted to take them off. Every time. She was jiggling about like some excited schoolgirl and it brought a smile to his face. And one hell of an ache somewhere else, in a part of him he’d always thought he had full control of.
‘Where are we shopping, then?’ She had toast in one hand, and as his lips met hers he tasted a mingle of sweet marmalade and coffee, which definitely made him hungry for something even sweeter.
‘Surprise.’ He grinned, caught up in her mood. He pulled her closer to him, parted his thighs so he could feel the warmth of her body between them, resting his hands on her curvy waist. ‘And I’ve got another little surprise for you.’
‘Oh yeah? Only a little one?’ The tawny-green eyes widened into tease mode, let him into her mind just a little bit more. His hands wandered up under her T-shirt and he rubbed his thumbs against the smooth velvet of her stomach, loving her slight intake of breath, her cheeky tongue poking out between her full lips, her muscles tightening slightly beneath his hands.
‘The big one is for later, darling.’ His hands slipped lower, onto her bum, and he pressed her tight against him. She jiggled her hips and he groaned. ‘Such a naughty girl, aren’t you?’ He loved the way Cat turned him on, loved the way his body responded to her smell, her smile, and the sweet, soft curves of every inch of her. And he loved the way she responded to him, all breathy when he kissed her neck, her nipples hardening the moment he caressed her body; even eating her with his eyes seemed to trigger a response deep inside her. One she found hard to control; one he wanted her to find even harder to keep tabs on.
And another small excerpt…
‘I thought maybe you were ashamed of me, of the whole wedding thing.’
He gave a short laugh, but this time there was a trace of his normal humour in the sound. ‘Your mind works in mysterious ways, darling. Why should I be ashamed of you?’
He squeezed the dip of her waist, sending a shiver through her.
‘Well, it wasn’t exactly a normal wedding, was it?’
‘What’s normal, then?’
‘You know, two people who love each other.’
‘And we didn’t like, well, date, it was just …’
‘I didn’t need to date you, darling, I just gave you a proper seeing-to.’
‘So modest.’ She decided to change tack. ‘So they had you late?’
‘Very. I was brought up in a very loving family with very old-fashioned ideas. Plenty of hugs and kisses, but not an inch of flesh to be seen.’ He ran his hand down her side.
‘Even chair legs covered?’
‘Even chair legs.’ He kissed her neck. ‘So I resolved to make up for it.’
‘Ah, happy but frustrated?’
‘Are you trying to analyse my deep, mysterious past, woman?’
She laughed. Brent was one of the most open people she had ever known. He said what he thought, lived how he wanted. Except until now she’d known absolutely nothing about him. Zilch. ‘Maybe. So that’s why you’ve had all those women, making up for all those years of living a sheltered life?’
‘Hey.’ He turned towards her and when his gaze met hers he was serious. ‘Less of the “all those women” bit.’
‘But you dated a different girl every week.’ She hesitated, suddenly unsure how he was taking this.
‘Yeah, I dated. I took them out because they wanted to go and we had fun; consenting adults and all that.’
‘Oh, come on, you’re not exactly a monk.’
‘True, but I’m only the same as any other man.’
‘I wouldn’t say that.’ Her voice was soft as she traced a finger down his broad chest. ‘I wouldn’t say that at all.’ And he laughed, catching her finger tight and raising it to his mouth, but she suddenly felt as though she’d stepped where she shouldn’t have. ‘I’m sorry. Maybe it’s none of my business.’ But still she wanted to know.
‘Oh, I don’t mind, but -’ he nipped her finger, making her jump ‘- you do know what happens to naughty girls who won’t stop asking questions, don’t you?’
‘No.’ She rolled over onto her side at the serious tone, looking up into black eyes.
He propped himself up on one elbow and looked at her for a long moment, still holding her hand close to his lips. A shiver of unease coursed through her body as he stared. For a second they locked eyes; then, in one sudden, easy movement, he’d flipped her over and across his lap, his hand coming down hard on her bare buttocks. ‘This.’
An erotic romance novel with themes including sex in public, spanking, exhibitionism and ménage
Cat’s life is falling apart – her boyfriend’s dumped her, she’s lost her home and she’s about to quit her job. Her boss, Brent, has a solution: become his wife for a year, to help him land a big promotion. But Cat’s had a taste of Brent before, and she knows he’s a bad boy who loves women and leaves them. So she agrees to marry him, but tells him there’s to be no sex. He adds his own condition: if she as much as talks to another man in that time, she must pay, by acting out 12 of Brent’s kinkiest sex fantasies. When she breaks the rule, the forfeit is on: but opening up and letting Brent into her heart, as well as her bed, could be the most dangerous game of all …
Read my review of Forfeit HERE.
About the Author:
Zara is a writer and lover of all things romantic, from the sensual to the sexual, who knows that naughty can be nice. She lives in the UK, but whenever she can she heads off in search of some sunshine and inspiration for her stories.
She love sexy high heels…good food….good wine….music…coffee (lots and lots of coffee)… and Italy. All things Italian from the countryside to the culture, the wine to the food…and of course the sexy men.
She’s been a consultant, a teacher, a mother, a wife, a lover… and has always been a writer and she’d love to hear from you.
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