Title: The Chase: Volume One
Author: Jessica Wood
Release Date: May 29, 2014
Blurb
735 to 1.
735 = number of notches on his belt.
1 = the notch he couldn’t get.
735 = number of notches on his belt.
1 = the notch he couldn’t get.
Who is he?
Dean Chase.
He loves the thrill. He loves the women. And above all, he loves the chase.
But the one thing he doesn’t love is being tied down by a woman. To him, once the chase is over, it’s time to pull up his boxers and move on to the next target.
That is until he meets Blair Parker.
Blair is unlike any of the women under Dean’s belt. She’s confident, mysterious, and sassy. In Dean’s world, she’s the wicked curved ball he couldn’t figure out. She’s the first woman who always seems to be out of reach no matter how hard he chases. So when it comes to Blair, Dean couldn’t move on.
Dean will need to change his ways in order to chase Blair down to make her the 736th notch on his belt. But will chasing after Blair become Dean’s undoing and end his love of the chase once and for all?
Dean Chase.
He loves the thrill. He loves the women. And above all, he loves the chase.
But the one thing he doesn’t love is being tied down by a woman. To him, once the chase is over, it’s time to pull up his boxers and move on to the next target.
That is until he meets Blair Parker.
Blair is unlike any of the women under Dean’s belt. She’s confident, mysterious, and sassy. In Dean’s world, she’s the wicked curved ball he couldn’t figure out. She’s the first woman who always seems to be out of reach no matter how hard he chases. So when it comes to Blair, Dean couldn’t move on.
Dean will need to change his ways in order to chase Blair down to make her the 736th notch on his belt. But will chasing after Blair become Dean’s undoing and end his love of the chase once and for all?
The Chase is volume one of a three-part contemporary romance novella series.
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The Chase, Volume 2 is set to release on June 10th and The Chase, Volume comes out end of June.
Excerpt
“I think that girl’s looking at you.”
I followed his gaze and a devious smile spread on my
face when I saw a gorgeous blonde watching me from against the back wall of the
bar.
“She’s fuckable.” I winked at her, causing her to smile
back.
“What are you going to do?”
“She seems like a sweet-ass lollipop begging for me to
lick and take a bite out of.” My eyes traced the blonde’s form fitting
mini-skirt and I knew this was going to be too easy. “What do you think I’m going to do?”
“Don’t you have a date tonight though?”
“I have a fuck
session tonight. I’ll just have this blonde as my amuse-bouche.” I grinned and
licked my lips as my eyes landed on her breasts.
“Your what?”
“Amuse-bouche. That’s French and means ‘mouth amuser,’
kind of like an appetizer.”
He threw his head back and laughed. “You’re ridiculous,
man.”
“Ridiculously horny,” I shot back with a laugh. “Anyway,
I’ll catch you later.”
I walked over to the blonde, who was standing by herself
and watching me approach her.
“Hi, beautiful. I’m Dean. I saw you standing over here
and I told my buddy that I’d be a fucking idiot if I didn’t come over here and
tell you how sexy you looked tonight.”
The blonde ate up the compliment and beamed up at me.
“Hi, I’m Veronica.”
“That’s a sexy name, Veronica.” I placed my hand against
the wall and leaned in toward her. I ran my other hand down the side of her arm
and heard her inhale sharply as she arched her body toward me. “I’m not sure if
I’ve ever fucked a blonde named
Veronica.” My eyes never left hers as I spoke. I wanted her to know exactly how
serious I was with those words.
“You’re not sure?
How could you forget?”
“Well, sometimes I forget. But I think I’d remember if
I’d fucked you.”
“Do you want to get out of here?” she purred, accepting
my indirect invitation.
I didn’t respond. Instead, I moved my hand up her
mini-skirt and between her legs. I felt her body tense as she shifted slightly
to allow my hand to reach her more easily.
No panties. She’s
here just begging to be fucked.
“Who said anything about going anywhere?” I flashed her
a dangerous smile as I slid a finger across her opening. She was dripping wet
and ready. I watched in satisfaction as her eyes fluttered uncontrollably as I
circled her clit with my thumb. The second my two fingers entered her, she let
out a gasp and grabbed my arms with both of her hands for support.
“So I’m looking for some fun…” I began as I moved in and
out of her, allowing her wetness to cover the entire length of my fingers.
“…and I heard blondes have more fun.” I licked my lips, knowing exactly where
my mouth would be in due time.
“We do,” she whimpered out as she began to squirm under
my hand. She ran her nails across my back as she urged me to go deeper inside
her. Instead of giving her what I knew she desperately wanted, I pulled my hand
from under her mini-skirt.
“That’s what I like to hear, baby.” I moved my
glistening fingers to her parted lips. “Now, I can’t stay because I have a
meeting in fifteen minutes, but why don’t you give me a preview of how those
juicy lips of yours move.”
Without any further encouragement, she began to
seductively lick and suck her juices off my fingers as she held my gaze.
“You’re pretty fucking good at this, aren’t you,” I
groaned and my dick hardened as her wet, silky lips moved up and down my
fingers.
“Mmm,” she moaned in response.
“Baby, as much as I’d like to stay, I do really have a
prior engagement that I need to get to.” I pulled my fingers from her lips and
saw the instant disappointment wash over her face. “But why don’t you give me
your number, and I’ll call you sometime and you can show me how those lips fill
on my cock.”
About the Author
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Jessica Wood writes contemporary romance.
While she has lived in countless cities throughout the U.S., her heart belongs to San Francisco. To her, there’s something seductively romantic about the Golden Gate Bridge, the steep rolling hills of the city streets, the cable cars, and the Victorian-style architecture.
She loves a strong, masculine man with a witty personality. While she is headstrong and extremely independent, she can’t resist a man who takes control of the relationship, both outside and inside of the bedroom.
She loves to travel internationally, and tries to plan a yearly trip abroad. She also loves to cook and bake, and—to the benefit of her friends—she loves to share. She also enjoys ceramics and being creative with her hands. She has a weakness for good (maybe bad) TV shows; she’s up-to-date on over 25 current shows, and no, that wasn’t a joke.
And it goes without saying, she loves books—they’re like old and dear friends who have always been there to make her laugh and make her cry.
The one thing she wished she had more of is time.
While she has lived in countless cities throughout the U.S., her heart belongs to San Francisco. To her, there’s something seductively romantic about the Golden Gate Bridge, the steep rolling hills of the city streets, the cable cars, and the Victorian-style architecture.
She loves a strong, masculine man with a witty personality. While she is headstrong and extremely independent, she can’t resist a man who takes control of the relationship, both outside and inside of the bedroom.
She loves to travel internationally, and tries to plan a yearly trip abroad. She also loves to cook and bake, and—to the benefit of her friends—she loves to share. She also enjoys ceramics and being creative with her hands. She has a weakness for good (maybe bad) TV shows; she’s up-to-date on over 25 current shows, and no, that wasn’t a joke.
And it goes without saying, she loves books—they’re like old and dear friends who have always been there to make her laugh and make her cry.
The one thing she wished she had more of is time.
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