Title: Conquer Me (The Royals Saga Book #2)
Author: Geneva Lee
Genre: Erotica, Contemporary Romance,
BDSM
Release Day: November 11, 2014
Synopsis:
Alexander had the world at his feet and me on my knees...until secrets
tore us apart.
I should stay away from him. I should run. But I'm addicted to him...to
the pleasure and the pain.
He warned me about his dark side...about his past. But I have a past,
too. Together we'll conquer our demons if we don't destroy each other first.
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Title: Command Me (The Royals Saga Book #1)
Author: Geneva Lee
Genre: Erotica, Contemporary Romance,
BDSM
Synopsis:
When he kissed me, I was shocked. He was a stranger and still so
familiar. It wasn't until I woke up to my picture splashed on the cover of
tabloids that I realized I knew who he was.
Prince Alexander of Cambridge.
Royal bad boy.
Exiled heir to the throne.
He isn't Prince Charming. He's controlling. He's demanding. He's
dangerous. And I can't say no to him.
We both have secrets—secrets that could tear us apart or drive us closer
together—and as the paparazzi exposes each one, I have to decide just how far
I'm willing to go for King and Country.
For readers 18 and up due to mature, erotic scenarios.
Formerly titled For King and Country
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Excerpt #1
"Exactly,"
Belle said, pulling me from my fantasy. "You're drunk."
"And
whose fault is that?"
"I just
wanted you to loosen up, but I'm not sure—"
"I
am," I interrupted her as we stepped to the front of the line. Behind us,
I heard a mix of groans and cursing.
"Miss?"
The bouncer crossed his arms, straining the seams of his already strained
shirt. He tipped his head to the back of the line. Belle tugged at my arm while
a few people whistled behind us.
I searched
the man's face for a moment with a raised eyebrow. He was definitely the one
that had opened the door for me when I fled from Alexander the night of our
formal introduction. "I suppose you don't remember me. It's not wash
day."
I smoothed
my dress down suggestively and bit my lip for good measure. He studied me for a
moment before slowly asking, "A guest of Mr. X?"
"You
could say that." I fluttered my lashes, waiting for him to finally place
me.
His eyes
widened as he reached for the velvet rope that barred entrance to the club.
"Of course. I'm sorry. Any guest of Mr. X—"
"I
assumed," I purred. Sashaying past him, my hips swaying with my newly
found confidence, I paused. "Is he here this evening?"
"I
don't think so, Miss..."
"Clara,"
I corrected him. "Don't forget this time."
"I
won't," he promised. His gaze traveled down my form one more time before
he sighed and turned back to the line.
Belle
grabbed my arm and spun me toward her, staring at me like I was an alien.
"What the hell was that?"
"I've
been here before," I reminded her.
She
continued to gawk at me, but I saw the smirk playing at her lips. "You've
never pulled that card before."
"What
card?" I asked innocently.
"Don't
be coy with me. The Alexander card. Or should I call it the X card?"
I shrugged.
"Why shouldn't I pull it? I've had half of my life dug up and printed on
the covers of magazines. I might as well skip the line."
"I'm
not sure what to think of this new Clara Bishop," Belle said slowly.
"Where did she come from?"
"Probably
from half a bottle of bourbon," I said truthfully.
"Then
let's get you another drink before she disappears." Belle laughed as she
dragged me toward the bar. "I think I rather like her."
So did I. I
hadn't felt this confident for a long time, but tonight I knew I was sexy and
powerful and I wasn't afraid to show it. It could be the liquid courage, but
the truth plucked at me from deep in my chest. I'd spent the last ten weeks
believing that I'd been wrong about everything that had happened between
Alexander and me. That it was all a lie. It wasn't reading his letters that
made the difference now. It was knowing the truth. He wanted me. What happened
between us had been real—might still be real. I wasn't still that stupid girl
falling for a guy like Daniel, who had never cared about me. Although I wasn't
sure my taste in men was getting any better.
Of course,
Alexander's feelings were still up for debate. Maybe it was the bourbon heating
my blood or the subliminal messages in his letters, but I had no doubt that he
cared for me.
None of that
meant that we could work things out. It just meant that I wasn't crazy. At
least, I hoped it did.
Belle handed
me a shot and I laughed to see her hair was already sticky on her scalp and her
eyeshadow smudged. I probably didn't look much better actually.
"To the
new Clara!" she shouted over the pulsing music of the club. I nodded and
threw back the shot.
Belle
grabbed my shooter and slammed it on the bar before pulling me out to the dance
floor.
Brimstone
took its name from hell, and it was nearly as hot in here. The floor was packed
with a cluster of sweaty bodies fighting to the music, and every few seconds
someone would crash into me. I didn't care. Belle and I danced closely
together, drawing the attention of more than a few men around us. When a
handsome blond pressed against me, circling hips into my backside, I grinded
against him, lost to the music. It infected my blood and took control of my
body. Belle stayed close, wrapping an arm protectively around my neck. I knew
she wanted to let me know she was there if I needed an out, but that was the
last thing on my mind. All I wanted to do was dance. I wanted to slip away into
the pulsing storm of the music.
I wanted to
be free.
How long
would that last? I pushed the thought out of my head, refusing to let it affect
my mood. The only thing that mattered was this moment, and it was nearly
perfect.
It was only
missing one thing.
I turned
away from Belle and met the eyes of the stranger we were dancing with and waved
to him, pushing back against Belle so that we could disappear into the crowd.
He raised his hands, giving me a pitiful face, but I shook my head. He wasn't
bad looking, but there was no way to pretend anyone could fill the hollow part
of me. Suddenly, a hand yanked the man back.
Belle's
fingers closed over my arm as Alexander stepped forward and shoved the stranger
into the crowd. Before a fight broke out, a suited man appeared and guided the
man I'd been dancing with toward the bar. The stranger threw glares over his
shoulders but didn't resist.
If it
weren't for Belle's fingers digging into my arm, I would have thought I was
dreaming. I tugged away from her but didn't move toward him. Alexander and I
stood there, separated by barely a breath, and stared each other down. His gaze
pierced through me, igniting my already heated blood. Around us, strangers
continued to dance and music pounded, but there was only him.
I glanced
behind me, breaking eye contact for a precious second to allow myself a clear
head. Belle raised her eyebrows and I gave her a reassuring smile. When I
turned, he was still there. He wasn't a dream. He was flesh and bone. Blood and
heat. Protector and tormentor.
My
beautifully flawed X.
I was frozen
to the spot. All he had to do was sweep me off my feet and throw me over his
shoulder. I wouldn't resist him.
He didn't
move. Instead, he extended his hand—a small gesture, but one laced with
meaning. He was giving me a choice. I could accept his hand and walk out of
here with him. Or I could turn away. But staring into his eyes, his hand
outstretched and waiting, I knew the truth.
There was
never a choice.
About the Author:(picture attached)
Geneva Lee prefers
fantasy to reality, especially fantasies involving powerful, dangerous, and
sexy men. You can find her devouring a good romance while avoiding the laundry
and the children. She lives in Seattle with her family.
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