Starstruck: Hollywood Heat, Book 3

by Ashleigh Raine

  Enjoy the following excerpt for Driven to Distraction:

  Without warning, Jay threw his car around a corner onto one of the small canyon roads. Like he could shake her that easily.

  Whipping after him, she caught up as he pulled off in a turnout. Brake lights flashed as he came to a halt. She parked behind him, not even caring that the race had ended with him in the lead.

  He stepped out of his car and she did the same, grinning from ear to ear. “Calling it a night already? You know I could’ve taken you—”

  She froze in mid-sentence as he stormed toward her, eyes dark, body tight. All those hard sculpted muscles wrapped up in such a beautiful package, determinedly striding her way, like a predator ready to strike. Her natural fight or flight instinct kicked in, fiercely pumping adrenaline through her bloodstream, making her already hot body burn. But even as his chosen prey, there was no way in hell she was running away from him.

  Jay drew to a halt a foot away from her, his chest rising and falling in rapid succession, his arms at his sides, hands curled into fists. Not angry. At least she didn’t think so. Just tense. Powerful. His normal stance when he didn’t have a clipboard, a tool or her breast in his hand.

  Nipples growing tight, she crossed her arms over the announcement of her arousal and stared at his chest, remembering the way he looked standing naked in front of her. Sun-stained bronze liberally sprinkled with crisp golden curls, muscles tight beneath her exploring fingers. The Celtic flame tattoo that burned along his breastbone, adding an air of danger and intrigue that drew her in like a moth to a flame. Her fingers itched to rip off his blue T-shirt, to force him to show some emotion other than the steely gaze currently pinning her in place.

  Blaina tilted her head back and met him stare for stare. “Are we just gonna stand here all night staring at each other?”

  “Maybe.”

  His simple reply, or perhaps it was how he said it, a deep sizzling vibration of sound, had an annoying effect on her libido, making her stomach clench and toes curl. How sick was she that an indecisive word could make her pant like a dog in heat? If he said a full sentence would she hump his leg? Good lord, she was pathetic.

  She blew out a furious breath, angry with both herself and Jay. Even knowing the consequences, she was ready to throw her brain and clothing out the window for one more chance to fuck him.

  To avoid pulling him down to her level for a game of tonsil hockey, she tucked her hands in her back pockets. But her forced air of nonchalance had another side effect, thrusting her breasts, erect nipples and all, out in a “please fondle me” manner.

  Jay inhaled sharply.

  So the man could emote on occasion given the right stimulus. She tested her theory, leaning back against her car, keeping her breasts aimed outward and upward. His gaze followed her tits like they were bouncing black balls on karaoke night. It made her want to break out into song. Maybe “Damn, I Wish I Was Your Lover” would do the trick.

  But making Jay deaf with her wailings wasn’t exactly what she wanted to accomplish tonight.

  He moved in close until the only way she could escape would be to climb over her car. As if she’d chance denting it like that. His gaze remained locked on hers. Blue had never been such a warm color before.

  “You know, Jay, today was long and hot and tiring and as stimulating as this game of ‘let’s see who blinks first’ is, I’m gonna have to—”

  Before she could finish, his body met hers, sandwiching her between hard metal and even harder Jay. His calloused palms scratched over her bare arms, making her gasp, making her flesh ache for more, for deeper penetration, for her body to be consumed by his hands and mouth. She was ready to beg for him to end the torment, when his grip moved to her neck, tipping her head back.

  “You blinked,” was all he said before his lips ground down against hers, sucking away all rational thought. He devoured, tongue driving into her mouth with volatile force. In return, she dished out everything she had. Pouring into him, marking him, trying to ensure that come morning, he couldn’t wipe her from his mind. She breathed his taste deep into her lungs, the raw male power that seeped from every pore.

  But it wasn’t enough. Clawing the wash-worn cotton of his shirt, her fingers dug into his pectorals and scraped down over a chiseled abdomen. Lower still, she grasped his bulging erection, feeling soft, faded denim and hard, relentless male.

  His cock throbbed against her touch and she tightened her grip, circling his length through the forgiving fabric, fucking him with her hand. She purred and he growled, ripping his mouth from hers. “No. I won. It’s my turn to take.”

  In fast, jerky movements, he undid her jeans, yanking them and her underwear down to her knees. He spun her around, pinning her against where her fender met her door, leaning toward the cowl, one hand against her spine holding her in place. With his other hand he traced down the crack of her ass and into the moisture seeping between her legs.

  He paused there, swirling two fingers over her wet flesh, not quite entering. She wondered what he was waiting for. Her light was green and if he didn’t race through her intersection at top speed, she’d implode.

  She tried to spread her legs wider, anything to give him a clue that she wanted to be taken, but the hand pinned to her back and the jeans and underwear bunched at her knees kept movement to a minimum.

  Those damn swirling fingers finally thrust their way inside and she just about hit peak velocity. He fucked her with his fingers like he would with his cock, slamming into her harder and faster, his leg pushing against hers, his hand flattened against and kneading her spine. She reached behind her, trying to grab him, to bring his body even closer. But his questing fingers slightly curled, adding an abrasive torment to the pleasure, and she completely surrendered, letting him control her like only he could, building her higher, making her not give a damn about being half naked against a car less than a block from the highway.

  Stars burst in her vision when his thumb pressed against her anus. Oh God, she was going to die. She pushed back against his fingers on a strangled moan, wanting to scream but not wanting anyone to call the cops. It would be just her luck to get arrested for indecent exposure before she climaxed.

  He removed his hand from her aching pussy. Denim rustled, a zipper lowered and plastic ripped. “So you like a man sliding in from behind, do you?” He traced his shaft up and down her aching slit, soaking his head in her juices, spreading the moisture between both cheeks. “Pinned to your rear, watching your ass move…”

  She bit her lip, swallowed a moan and pretended to be one hundred percent in control. “That’s where he belongs.”

  Don’t look. Don’t touch. Definitely don’t want.

  Off Limits

  © 2012 Emma Jay

  There’s no boundary Zach Purser won’t push. Three-ways, four-ways, sex clubs, he’s tried it all. It’s all about the freedom, but lately he’s had the nagging feeling that something is missing.

  At a friend’s engagement party, he spots the missing piece all tied up one hot little package of a woman. Trouble is, she’s his best friend Adam’s baby sister. Adam knows all of Zach’s dirty secrets. Which means if he even thinks about touching her, he’s dead.

  Paige Clark has crushed on Zach since she grew breasts, but he’s never so much as glanced her way. Until now. She knows desire when she sees it, and Zach’s eyes burn with that unmistakable heat. Finally, she’s got his attention—now if only she can get him to act on it.

  Zach tries his best to push her away, but she doesn’t push back, she pulls—tumbling them both over the edge of resistance and right into bed. Panic isn’t far behind. Now he’s stuck between a big brother who’d like to bust his nose, and a woman who’s gotten under his skin. And of all the things he’s tried, romance isn’t one of them…

  Warning: A bad boy who can’t follow rules, a woman determined to lead him astray, a big brother with a hell of a right cross, and a smoking-hot sex-club seduction.

 
Enjoy the following excerpt for Off Limits:

  The kiss was everything Paige had imagined it would be, his mouth warm and smooth, the bristle of his stubble teasing the edges of her lips. His tongue swept into her mouth, stroking as his body moved against hers, rubbing against her enough to push up the short hem of her skirt, and—

  “Oh!”

  He lifted his head, blue eyes dark, lips parted as if he wanted to devour her. “What?”

  She tightened her fingers on his sleeves and forced herself to meet his gaze. “I’m close.”

  His head snapped back and his brows furrowed. “To coming?”

  She nodded, trying not to push her pussy against his leg, wanting her first orgasm with him to be, well, with him.

  “Christ.” He moved away from her as if she was on fire. He pulled out his wallet, tossed a bill on the counter and took her hand.

  “Where are we going?” she asked as she stumbled after him and—oh. Wow, she was really turned on. This had never happened before. But then, she’d never walked around in a sex club without underwear, hoping to seduce the lust of her life. Every step was a caress on her swollen clit.

  “I kissed you in a sex club. I’m not going to make you come in one.”

  “Isn’t that, like, the point?”

  He scowled, barely giving her time to take leave of her friends before he pulled her out the door and onto the sidewalk. He hesitated, as if debating with himself, then charged across the street, pulling her in his wake.

  She looked up to see a hotel looming nearby, and not a cheap hotel. This was where he was taking her. This was where he’d make love to her for the first time. A giddiness rose in her as he pulled her through the big glass doors.

  “Go wait over there.” He pointed to plush, well-appointed chairs in the lobby.

  She did as she was told and he walked to the desk. She watched him draw out a credit card and snap it on the desk, saw the clerk glance past him to her. The woman probably saw a lot of similar situations, being this close to a sex club.

  Paige still couldn’t believe she’d had the courage to walk into that place. She was no virgin, but she’d never played these kinds of games. Maybe it had been a little stalkerish to find out where he was and go after him, but she had learned the only way to get what you wanted was to be bold.

  Paige adjusted her skirt before sitting. God, she was so wet she could feel her juices on her thighs, could smell herself. She resisted the urge to rub her legs together, but if there’d been fewer people in the lobby, she might have parted her legs for him when he approached, just to see his reaction.

  He said nothing, just held out a hand. She took it, savoring the warmth of his touch, and he led her to the elevator. She followed eagerly, anticipating more kissing and rubbing, though she didn’t want to come yet. She wanted him to be fully focused on her when that happened. Once in the elevator car, he stayed on one side and she stayed on the other. Disappointment bloomed in her chest. Did he want her or not? His hands were folded in front of him, his gaze on the changing numbers. She thought about asking what floor their room was on, if the clerk had said anything about them checking in without luggage, if he wanted to split the price of the room, but she didn’t want to give him a reason to press the lobby button and send her on her way.

  He twitched a little when the door opened with a bing, and motioned for her to exit to the right.

  “Use your words, Zach,” she prodded, exasperated. She was in no mood to play charades.

  “Room seven-forty-two.”

  She scanned the room numbers then turned to the right, leading the way, pulse drumming. This was going to happen. He was going to make her come, he was going to put his mouth on her, slide inside her. Finally. He slipped past her to open the door, still not speaking, still not looking at her. She waited for him to grab her and slam her against the wall once they were in the room, but he walked past her to the bed, tossing the key card down on the dresser with a slap, like he was mad.

  She stood near the door, having no idea what to do now. He was across the room and that suddenly felt like miles.

  He dragged his fingers through his hair as he looked at her reflection in the glass of the window. “If I touch you right now, I’ll hurt you.”

  “Then perhaps I should tie you up.”

  She said it playfully, but he whipped around, his nostrils flared and his eyes dark. Oh, so he liked that idea. Heart pounding, she glanced around the room, searching for what she could use, resting on the front of his shirt. He clapped a hand over it before she could say anything.

  “Do you know how much this thing cost?” His gaze floated down the length of her body. “Your panties.”

  “Not wearing any.” Though she suspected he’d known that and just wanted her to say it.

  “I wondered. I can smell you.” He passed his palm over his face and she could see it was shaking. Good. So was she. “Paige.”

  “Your belt,” she decided, frightened by the way he said her name, that he was going to send her away.

  His fingers rested on it a moment, then he unbuckled it quickly, whipped it from the loops and held it out to her.

  She moved two steps forward and took it without touching him. The expensive leather was supple under her fingers. She looked from the belt to the bed, the slatted headboard that would be perfect. Zach shrugged out of his jacket and stretched on the bed, his long elegant fingers curling through the slats.

  This wasn’t exactly how she’d imagined their first time. She’d rather have him touching her, stroking her skin, kissing her mouth. But if this was what he wanted, she’d play along.

  “I’ve never tied anyone up before,” she admitted.

  “Good,” he said, the word rumbling in his throat.

  She approached from the other side of the bed and looped the belt through the slats, then around his wrists as his breathing increased. His legs moved restlessly, his arms tensed as she bent over him. His hot breath gusted against her breasts above the bodice of her dress, and she felt his gaze burning into her. She would not let him scare her away. She looped the leather together, unable to fasten it, and straightened to see her handiwork.

  The fine fabric of his white button-down shirt was twisted around his body. She hadn’t seen this new Zach disheveled, and that weakness gave her hope. The expensive fabric of his pants tented with his erection she ached to feel. His fingers flexed above the leather, his eyes slitted.

  “You’re taking your time.”

  “Payback for you making me wait.” She knelt on the bed beside him, her gaze returning to that lovely erection. She made her decision and straddled him, the insides of her thighs against the soft fabric of his slacks. She let her bare pussy brush the placket over his zipper as she reached for the buttons of his shirt.

  “Paige!” His voice was strangled, on the barest leash.

  Starstruck

  Ashleigh Raine

  Behind the scenes, beneath the covers...

  Hollywood Heat, Book 3

  Jenna Byers approaches her first day as a background actor on Sexy M.D. with one goal in mind—impress the right people with her acting, make connections, and prove she’s a hard worker. Things go sideways when an up-close-and-personal encounter with the uber-sexy lead ends with Jenna flat on her butt, and she’s noticed for all the wrong reasons.

  In all his years of acting, there’s only one thing Micah Watley hasn’t done: accidentally punch an extra in the face. Going against protocol, he hunts her down to apologize and discovers a rare phenomenon in the entertainment industry. A sweet, uncorrupted-by-Hollywood woman, whose smile grabs him by the heart—and other not-so-innocent body parts—and won’t let go.

  Their attraction is instant and intense, and Micah finds himself desperate to believe the woman with the beautiful smile, hot body and naughty mind wants him, not the doors he could open for her. When the press catches on, twisting Jenna and Micah’s love story into a Hollywood scandal, they’re forced to fight for their happy
ending—both on and off camera.

  Warning: This book contains a hero and a heroine who don’t know a household surface they won’t get horizontal on. Sometimes vertical too. Counters, sinks, showers, sofas, washing machines, beds, walls…they’ve got all the angles covered.

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  Starstruck

  Copyright © 2012 by Ashleigh Raine

  ISBN: 978-1-60928-243-1

  Edited by Anne Scott

  Cover by Jason Stoddard

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  Table of Contents

  Dedication

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven