Today we are happy to welcome BJ Wane to the blog to tell us about the fourth and final novel in her Virginia Bluebloods series, Blackmailed!
Thank you for having me, Maisy. BLACKMAILED ends my four book Virginia Bluebloods series with Wes’s story. I’m so thrilled with the success of this series-readers wonderful comments have made the past year of hard work worth every moment! All four titles can be read as stand-alone books, but, of course, I recommend reading all four!
Charlotte Heffington can no more ignore Wes Montgomery’s coercion into a short affair than she could forget the erotic experiences he gave her their one night together. After several exciting, pleasure-filled trysts, she starts questioning whether she would be able to walk away unscathed and accept the future her cousin has mapped out for her or be left to crave the pleasures only Wes could give her. When Wes turns on her, she’s finally had enough of others manipulating her life and vows to take control of her future.
Wes swore off relationships after a betrayal left him bitter towards women, but he reluctantly finds himself drawn to a woman who looked completely out of her comfort zone when she walked into a downtown bar one Friday night. After caving to her inexperienced come-on and his uncharacteristic response, he spends an unforgettable night with her. A week later, a chance meeting reveals her true identity and he feels taken in all over again. In a rash move, he blackmails her into an affair that turns the tables on him when he finds himself feeling things for her he’s never felt for another woman. Hearing she’s engaged shatters his belief in happily ever after again and his angry tirade when he confronts her separates them on a bitter note.
After learning the truth, Wes tries to make amends, but when that fails, he resorts to drastic, pleasurable means to convince her to give him another chance, but will it be enough?
DISCLAIMER: This book contains the spanking of adult women, explicit sexual scenes including BSDM. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase this book.
EXCERPT: This scene takes place in the indoor pool at Wes’s sports complex and he’s giving Charlie her first swimming lesson-naked, of course!
Charlotte inhaled just in time to avoid a mouth full of water then clung to his slick body as they went down. Fear of the unknown sent panic rushing to the surface, and she wrapped her arms and legs around his wide, muscled strength in a stranglehold of desperation. Then he shifted the arm he held around her back down to her buttocks, his hand delving between her spread legs, and her panic soon took second place to pleasure. With a hard kick, he sent their bodies up through the water, his fingers teasing her slit, then her clit all the way. Wrapped around over six feet of solid muscle with his chest hair tickling her nipples and his fingers teasing her clit, terror gave way to thrilling excitement.
Infused with sensation as they breached the top, she gasped for some much needed air, keeping her body plastered to his, her face buried in his thick neck as he teased and tormented her to the edge of orgasm over and over. “Wes, God, please.”
“I think you like swimming,” he whispered in her ear as he took them back to the shallow end until he could stand.
“What are you doing?” she gasped when he pulled her arms from around his neck and nudged her shoulders back.
“Relax. I told you you’re safe with me. Keep your legs locked around me and lie back, arms outspread. I’m going to show you how easy, and how much fun, floating can be.”
Prepared to go under, she was surprised to discover he was right. Even though her thighs ached from maintaining her tight hold around his waist, the rest of her body bobbed on top of the water. The constant undulation sent soft caress’s of warm water over her waist and breasts, keeping her arousal teetering on the edge of frustrated unfulfillment. Or maybe it was Wes’s dark gaze moving over her supine body along with his hands that had her so desperate for relief. When he covered her breasts with his palms then pinched her nipples by scissoring open then closed his first two fingers, the sharp pinch tore another plea from her. “Wes, please.”
Hearing his name in that breathy whimper of need had Wes’s cock jerking, his desire to torment her further now a two-edged sword. Sucking it up, he slid his hands under her ass and kneaded her soft buttocks, saying, “Tell me what you want, Charlie.”
He watched her expressive face as indecision fought with need, her struggle to set aside her embarrassment to get what she wanted. He helped her out by parting her buttocks then teasing her anus with the stroke of one finger over the puckered orifice. The shock and pleasure flaring in her eyes came with a soft, startled cry. He felt more than saw the small shudder his touch set off and wondered if anal play was new to her. “Tell me,” he demanded again.
Charlotte could think of only one thing to say. “More.”