Readers who like steamy reads and romances that start out in a memorable way will find much to recommend this erotic tale of love and business. Keep reading to get a tantalizing taste of Compromising Her Position by Samanthe Beck, along with my impressions of it, and learn even more about this book by visiting the other sites hosting this tour. In honor of this release make sure to fill out the form below for the chance to win a $50 Amazon GC and a rare print copy of Ms. Beck's Private Pleasures Trilogy too!
He's not who she expected, but he's exactly the man she needs...
When Chelsea Wayne drags Santa into a supply closet for a little office party nookie, she assumes the man in the suit is her on-again/off-again coworker boyfriend. Instead, it's Rafe St. Sebastian, a man known for his hard-driving ways in business as well as the bedroom--and, kill her now, the brand spanking new owner of Las Ventanas--who grants her naughtiest Christmas wishes.
So much for her reputation, not to mention her career.
Rafe needs to close three acquisitions to prove to his father he's ready to take the helm of St. Sebastian Enterprises. A hot interlude in a supply closet after deal number two seems like the perfect illicit Christmas bonus. Unfortunately, when that "bonus" becomes the key to the final deal, he finds himself back in bed--so to speak--with Chelsea, and after their steamy tryst, he's not interested in keeping things professional.
When Chelsea Wayne drags Santa into a supply closet for a little office party nookie, she assumes the man in the suit is her on-again/off-again coworker boyfriend. Instead, it's Rafe St. Sebastian, a man known for his hard-driving ways in business as well as the bedroom--and, kill her now, the brand spanking new owner of Las Ventanas--who grants her naughtiest Christmas wishes.
So much for her reputation, not to mention her career.
Rafe needs to close three acquisitions to prove to his father he's ready to take the helm of St. Sebastian Enterprises. A hot interlude in a supply closet after deal number two seems like the perfect illicit Christmas bonus. Unfortunately, when that "bonus" becomes the key to the final deal, he finds himself back in bed--so to speak--with Chelsea, and after their steamy tryst, he's not interested in keeping things professional.
EXCERPT:
"There is nothing personal between us."
“I beg to differ. In fact, I’m fairly certain I know your deepest, darkest secret.”
“I sincerely doubt that.”
He brought his mouth to her ear. “You knew I wasn’t Paul.”
“No.” The denial, though immediate, sounded slightly breathless, slightly desperate.
She had to have at least suspected, at some point. He refused to believe otherwise. “Not at first. But when I had you clinging to the tables, trembling so hard you could barely stand? You knew."
"You-you're delusional. If I'd realized you weren't Paul, don't you think I would have stopped you?"
“No. By the time you realized, you didn’t care.” The crowd around them erupted into a countdown.
Ten... He cupped her jaw in one hand... Nine... and slid the other down her back. Then lower. Eight... "You didn't care about anything except my tongue tracing the path of your thong"--he let his fingers do the honor now--"all the way down until I could taste your sweet, throbbing little--"
“I thought you were Paul!” Her wide eyes darted to his, pupils huge.
Five... "Remember how you used your body to beg for more? There's no f-ing way you've ever begged like that for Paul Barrington. No f-ing way.
I could have you begging again.”
Her breathing came in quick, shallow pants. The hands she’d rested lightly on his shoulders tightened, bunching his jacket in a white-knuckled grip.
She shook her head. “Not going to happen."
Three... He was risking getting his face slapped in the middle of a dance floor on New Year's Eve, but he didn't care. For some inexcusable reason, he needed to know she wanted him, not Barrington.
Two... He spread his palm over the perfect curve of her ass and hauled her against him, so she'd feel just how well he remembered every damn detail of their last meeting.
One...
“It’s not?” he challenged, and then crushed her lips under his.
Cheers of “Happy New Year” echoed around them over the strains of “Auld Lang Syne.” A flotilla of black and silver balloons sailed down from the ceiling. Guests laughed, and sang, and jostled them while he kissed her. Sparkly, star- shaped confetti rained over everyone and everything, and he kept right on kissing her. Her arms twined around his neck. Her lips parted. She flattened one hand against the back of his head and held on.
When he bent her over his arm and swept his tongue into her soft, yielding mouth, she wrapped her leg around his hip. The heat of her body practically seared his thigh through his tuxedo pants.
He trapped her lower lip between his teeth and nibbled. There went his no biting promise, but her shuddery moan told him she didn’t mind.
The song ended. The house lights came up a few notches. He slowly drew her upright, and even more slowly relinquished her mouth. She stared up at him, dazed, her lips plumped from their kiss.
“You’re a terrible liar, Miss Wayne.”
Giving her a grin he hoped didn’t reveal how much the move cost him, he walked away.
"There is nothing personal between us."
“I beg to differ. In fact, I’m fairly certain I know your deepest, darkest secret.”
“I sincerely doubt that.”
He brought his mouth to her ear. “You knew I wasn’t Paul.”
“No.” The denial, though immediate, sounded slightly breathless, slightly desperate.
She had to have at least suspected, at some point. He refused to believe otherwise. “Not at first. But when I had you clinging to the tables, trembling so hard you could barely stand? You knew."
"You-you're delusional. If I'd realized you weren't Paul, don't you think I would have stopped you?"
“No. By the time you realized, you didn’t care.” The crowd around them erupted into a countdown.
Ten... He cupped her jaw in one hand... Nine... and slid the other down her back. Then lower. Eight... "You didn't care about anything except my tongue tracing the path of your thong"--he let his fingers do the honor now--"all the way down until I could taste your sweet, throbbing little--"
“I thought you were Paul!” Her wide eyes darted to his, pupils huge.
Five... "Remember how you used your body to beg for more? There's no f-ing way you've ever begged like that for Paul Barrington. No f-ing way.
I could have you begging again.”
Her breathing came in quick, shallow pants. The hands she’d rested lightly on his shoulders tightened, bunching his jacket in a white-knuckled grip.
She shook her head. “Not going to happen."
Three... He was risking getting his face slapped in the middle of a dance floor on New Year's Eve, but he didn't care. For some inexcusable reason, he needed to know she wanted him, not Barrington.
Two... He spread his palm over the perfect curve of her ass and hauled her against him, so she'd feel just how well he remembered every damn detail of their last meeting.
One...
“It’s not?” he challenged, and then crushed her lips under his.
Cheers of “Happy New Year” echoed around them over the strains of “Auld Lang Syne.” A flotilla of black and silver balloons sailed down from the ceiling. Guests laughed, and sang, and jostled them while he kissed her. Sparkly, star- shaped confetti rained over everyone and everything, and he kept right on kissing her. Her arms twined around his neck. Her lips parted. She flattened one hand against the back of his head and held on.
When he bent her over his arm and swept his tongue into her soft, yielding mouth, she wrapped her leg around his hip. The heat of her body practically seared his thigh through his tuxedo pants.
He trapped her lower lip between his teeth and nibbled. There went his no biting promise, but her shuddery moan told him she didn’t mind.
The song ended. The house lights came up a few notches. He slowly drew her upright, and even more slowly relinquished her mouth. She stared up at him, dazed, her lips plumped from their kiss.
“You’re a terrible liar, Miss Wayne.”
Giving her a grin he hoped didn’t reveal how much the move cost him, he walked away.
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MY IMPRESSIONS OF THIS BOOK:
There are some romances you read to discover thought provoking concepts and some you read merely for fun. This book is definitely fun from its rather questionable yet humorous opening scene to its fun and flirty banter that permeates the entire story from start to finish. Add in numerous sexual interludes and you end up with a story that keeps you immersed in its decadently sensual haze taking you away from your daily stress.
Chelsea is a truly good girl whose sacrificed much to get her dream job. Before she reaches that goal she's betrayed by the man she's been standing by in the most heartbreaking way. Luckily she has her hot closet sexcapade to keep her company as she decides to stop putting her heart on the line. Forgetting the sexy Santa who rocked her world though isn't easy as he's followed her across an ocean to experience more of their combustible connection. Chelsea is a likable heroine with a good and loyal heart. Her first instinct is to always help others and when Rafe shows up at her latest job asking for her help her heart will be on the line again.
Rafe is the sexy playboy who just once wants to make his daddy proud and completing the acquisition of three resorts just might do it. An unexpected sexual encounter in a closet wearing a Santa suit leads to unexpected complications and a connection with the one woman to capture his attention. Their first meeting was combustible but chasing her down whet his appetite even more and leads to a working relationship teeming with sexual tension. Rafe has loads of daddy issues that feel cliched but his playfully bad boy persona and talent for dirty talk endeared him to me and had me rooting for him and Chelsea.
This was a story long on predictability but its two immensely likable main characters made this an enjoyable read despite its flaws. Readers who like their romances hot will find a plethora of scorching scenes to satisfy all their kinks with each of the varied scenes. The banter between Rafe and Chelsea is full of fun and flirtiness with a sexual push and pull to entertain. All in all this was a story that takes you away from all your cares, wrapping you up in its sexual haze, and I recommend it for the simple reason that it's fun and sexy.
Chelsea is a truly good girl whose sacrificed much to get her dream job. Before she reaches that goal she's betrayed by the man she's been standing by in the most heartbreaking way. Luckily she has her hot closet sexcapade to keep her company as she decides to stop putting her heart on the line. Forgetting the sexy Santa who rocked her world though isn't easy as he's followed her across an ocean to experience more of their combustible connection. Chelsea is a likable heroine with a good and loyal heart. Her first instinct is to always help others and when Rafe shows up at her latest job asking for her help her heart will be on the line again.
Rafe is the sexy playboy who just once wants to make his daddy proud and completing the acquisition of three resorts just might do it. An unexpected sexual encounter in a closet wearing a Santa suit leads to unexpected complications and a connection with the one woman to capture his attention. Their first meeting was combustible but chasing her down whet his appetite even more and leads to a working relationship teeming with sexual tension. Rafe has loads of daddy issues that feel cliched but his playfully bad boy persona and talent for dirty talk endeared him to me and had me rooting for him and Chelsea.
This was a story long on predictability but its two immensely likable main characters made this an enjoyable read despite its flaws. Readers who like their romances hot will find a plethora of scorching scenes to satisfy all their kinks with each of the varied scenes. The banter between Rafe and Chelsea is full of fun and flirtiness with a sexual push and pull to entertain. All in all this was a story that takes you away from all your cares, wrapping you up in its sexual haze, and I recommend it for the simple reason that it's fun and sexy.
My rating for this is a B-
*I got this book from NetGalley for review in exchange for my honest opinion.
AUTHOR INFO:
When not clinging to sanity by her fingernails or dreaming up fun, fan-your-cheeks sexy ways to get her characters to happily-ever-afters, she searches for the perfect cabernet to pair with Ambien.
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