Today I'm super thrilled to have a truly awesome author and friend, Kellie Kamryn stopping by for a visit. I first met Kellie at the Romantic Times Convention back in May. I had such a blast hanging out with her in NOLA, and when she told me about her new UFC book, I KNEW I had to pimp this one out! And you're in luck, because Kellie is generously offering up a digital copy! For a chance to win, just
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Guilty as Sin: Sin City Series Book 1
A UFC fighter caught up in the world of organized crime risks his one chance at freedom to save the woman he loves.
As
a UFC fighter, Sinclair Reed aka Sinister 3, always had a plan. Getting
tangled up with the mob, or falling in love with a woman he can’t
forget, never factored into it.
After
a brief affair, bestselling author, Cherie Bouchard, thought she’d seen
the last of UFC light middleweight champ “Sinister 3” when they parted
ways at the airport. Determined to discover if her feelings are real for
Sinclair, or the result of her hopeless romantic imagination, she
purchases tickets to his fight when the UFC comes to town.
As
the lovers re-unite, they discover someone wants him dead, and Sinclair
has twenty-four hours to choose between Cherie and freedom. For a smart
guy like him, it should be a no-brainer. When it comes to the woman he
loves, he’s as guilty as sin.
Excerpt
Unspoken
communication passed between them—desire, longing, raw sensuality. She
gestured between them. “So, that’s all this is between us? Lust?”
“Is that what you came to ask me?”
Swallowing hard, her head bobbed an affirmative. “I suppose.”
Sinclair
cast his gaze downward, before locking it onto her. “No. Yes.” He
sighed in exasperation. “Truth is…I haven’t stopped thinking about you
since I said good-bye.” The admission lightened a burden he hadn’t been
aware he’d carried.
Her breath caught, and she pressed a hand to her heart. “Really?”
“Yeah, really.” Truth sets you free.
“Jesus
H… I thought it was just me.” Pacing in a small circle, she gestured in
a wild fashion. “I tried so hard to put you behind me, to tell myself
it was only a good time… But I just couldn’t—”
He interrupted. “Get me out of your head?”
Sheepish, she nodded.
“Yeah,”
he admitted. “That’s how I felt, but about you.” Sinclair waved his arm
in a helpless gesture. “I didn’t want to hurt you. You’re an amazing
woman. But with my training schedule, and the distance—I didn’t want to
commit to something—”
“Stop.”
Cherie raised both hands in front of her. “Don’t. I thought maybe if I
saw you again, I’d see you for who you are and be able to get you out of
my system once and for all. Turns out—not so much.”
“This’ll
make me sound like more of a jerk, but just because I’ve thought of you
often, doesn’t mean I’ve been celibate since we parted.”
A light laugh accompanied her shrug. “I didn’t expect you to be. We had no commitment. I’ve been on a date or two as well.”
Unexpected
jealousy reared its ugly head. Sinclair bristled, a low growl sounding
in his throat at the thought of her with another man, his hands on her,
fucking her.
Curiosity etched her brow. “Let’s agree not to talk about our sex lives,” she suggested.
Sinclair gave a curt nod. “Agreed.” He shifted in his seat, legs splayed.
Her eyes were drawn to his crotch. Moistening her lips again, she quickly averted her gaze.
“Cherie,”
he said, voice low when he spoke. “It’s not that I don’t want to talk
to you. I just can’t think of anything coherent to say. Not when I want
you the way I do.”
“You’ve already warned me. Understood.”
For a moment, he wondered if she’d walk away. He half hoped she would, simplifying their lives.
With
deliberate slowness, she untied the knot at her waist, letting the
sweater fall open and hang from her shoulders to reveal the silky fabric
of her tank top for a moment before letting it fall to the floor.
Cherie shimmied her shoulders, the thin straps of her top, sliding down
her arms.
Sinclair
sucked in a breath as the top snagged on her beaded nipples for a
second, the built-in bra dissolving as the shirt slid down her torso.
“You don’t have to do this.”
“Oh,
believe me, I want to.” Cherie wriggled her hips, and in a dull swish
of clothing, jeans, shirt and panties pooled on the floor at her feet.
His erection grew as his eyes roamed over her body from head to toe. Nude,
she posed in front of him, one hand on jutted hip. He watched her
breasts rise and fall with each panting breath. She lifted her chin, and
he took the hint, unzipping his jeans, and sliding the material down
over his hips, lifting his ass to remove them altogether. He lowered
himself into the seat a little more, cock straining against his boxer
briefs.
She tilted her head in a coy gesture. “It’s not a fair fight.”
With
a chuckle, he stripped off his underwear, allowing his cock to spring
to attention. The scent of her arousal wafted over to him, assaulting
his senses. He extracted a condom from the wallet in the back pocket of
his jeans, and rolled it down his dick.
Swaying her hips, she sauntered toward him, and reached for his T-shirt. He lifted his arms for her to take it off.
His arms circled her waist. “Come here, baby.”
An
ear-to-ear grin on her face, Cherie climbed onto his lap, one knee on
either side of his thighs, hands resting on his shoulders.
Sinclair
gripped her hips, guiding her pussy until she was poised over his cock
which strained to get inside her. He searched her eyes for any sign of
hesitation. “You sure?” he asked.
“Absolutely.”
She lowered her hips until the plump head of his cock probed her slick
entrance. Her hot, wet pussy melted around his hard shaft as he slid
home. Her head tipped back, eyes rolled up to the ceiling.
“Fuck,
baby.” Sinclair panted, pressing a kiss to her collarbone, his tongue
licking a path along the ridge and up the column of her throat. He
resisted the urge to flip her to her back and fuck her like an animal in
heat. “I’ve missed you.”
The
tears shining in her eyes tugged at his heart. “I’ve missed you, too,
Sin,” she whispered, using the nickname she’d given him as a play on his
fighting name, “Sinister Three”.
“Ride me, Sweetheart. Now.”
Award-winning author, Kellie Kamryn is captain of her crew wearing
many a hat: chauffeur, cook, maid, and arm chair psychologist. In her
spare time, she lets her sassy side out to play, writing stories and
poetry that sweeps readers into other worlds of contemporary erotic
romance.
Sweet and romantic, or sassy and hot, Kellie's writing
will melt your heart - and maybe your undies! Her vivid style of
storytelling has gained her erotic romances numerous 5-star reviews.
Mulit-talented, she does voice work recording audiobooks, available
exclusively on Amazon, iTunes, Audible.com.
A PRO member of the
Romance Writers of America, Kellie is a regular contributing blogger for
the Ass Cheek Angels as well as a motivational speaker, and most
recently a regular contributor to the Lifestyle section on
www.evolvedworld.com. To drop her a line, contact her through her
website:
www.kelliekamryn.com
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