Published on September 18th, 2013 | by BookCrack1
Exclusive Excerpt and Giveaway! Ella Dominguez’s Erotic Novella This Love’s Not for Sale
Arrogant, brutally honest and fond of bondage and discipline, Tucker McGrath demands respect in all aspects of his life. He is used to getting his way in all things and more importantly, getting and having his way with anyone that he wants. Married and divorced twice, the real estate mogul has as given up on love.
Enter Lilliana, a 30 something divorcee and dental hygienist. After inheriting a large tract of land and house from a close relative, she has relocated to an opulent area in Connecticut hoping to start her life anew, and leave her clingy ex-husband behind. Stubborn, opinionated, and impatient, she has no interest in selling her land to the money hungry vultures that have started sniffing around. She also has no interest in falling in love or being pursued by a certain attractive yet arrogant alpha male interested in her property.
Tucker, however, has other plans. Realizing that Lilliana is sitting on a real estate goldmine, he sets his sight on trying to obtain it at any cost. Even if it means deceiving her and buying his way into her heart. But Lilliana can’t be bought and Tucker gets more than he bargained for when she rebuffs his financial and sexual advances at every turn.
“Shit, I’m fucking a genuine Cloud County beauty queen! That was a good year for you,” Tucker grinned.
“Runner up beauty queen,” Lilliana clarified. “The first-place winner was well-deserved. She played the flute beautifully for her talent. I heard years later that it was her skin-flute talents that really got her the crown,” Lilliana chortled.
“Nice. What was your talent?”
Lilliana’s cheeks blushed and she shook her head not wanting to embarrass herself.
“You brought it up, now disclose,” Tucker ordered.
“I could balance books on my head while doing various chores. It was so silly.”
“Do as you’re told, woman!” Tucker pushed Lilliana off the bed. “Entertain me!” he clapped his hands as if he was the king and Lilliana was the jester.
Lilliana looked around the room and pulled a few books of various sizes off his large bookshelf.
She held up a thick book and raised her eyebrows sarcastically as she peered over her shoulder. “The History of Western Philosophy? How existential of you,” she laughed and rolled her eyes.
“Layers, baby; kinky and philosophical layers as you can see by my copy of She Comes First: The Thinking Man’s Guide to Pleasuring a Woman,” he grinned proudly.
Lilliana scanned the bookshelf and found the copy of the aforementioned book and pulled it out. Holy shit, it actually looked like it had been read – more than once. The spine was cracked and worn, and there were even a few dog-eared pages. Lilliana’s eyes darted back to the shelf where the book came from and she saw a plethora of paperbacks on sexuality, female orgasms and ejaculation, and several titles that included loving sex, oral sex and slow sex. Lilliana stood dumbstruck. This man seriously knew his stuff, and hers, too. Hell, he probably knew more about making her body hum better than she did.
“Feel free to borrow any books from my vast library,” Tucker chuckled.
“I’d like to learn more about you, but I don’t see any books about arrogance in this vast collection.”
“It might do you well to read the title Punished into Submission.”
“I don’t think so. So you read erotica?” Lilliana asked, shocked at all the smut.
“When the occasion calls for it. I’m a lonely man. Erotica satiates my needs.”
“You, lonely? I doubt that. In between all your women, when do you have time to read?”
Tucker summarily changed the subject. “Are we going to talk books all afternoon or are you going to show me this so-called talent of yours?”
Copyright This Love’s Not for Sale, Ella Dominguez, 2013
I’m a full-time mom, wifey, healthcare worker, and wanna be switch. I was born and raised in a sexually repressed, strict Christian household in the bible belt of the USA. This upbringing and repression contributed to my wicked imagination and writing has been my only outlet for my sexual fantasies. Finally at the ripe and sexually primed age of 40, I mustered up enough courage to share my naughty thoughts and put pen to paper. I sincerely hope to find my niche in writing erotica in all forms, be it romance or paranormal.I don’t consider myself an author. I consider myself an avid reader above all else, and someone who simply writes the stories that the voices in my head tell me to.