In this sexy new CALL series spin-off series by
New York Times bestseller Emma Hart, enter the intense world of a no strings
relationship and experience addiction like you never expected...
The moment I walked in to
find Mr. Tall, Dark, Handsome, and Oh So British--my mind-blowing one night
stand--as my photographer for the shoot that could change it all, I knew life
was throwing me a curveball.
The moment he, Tyler Stone,
walked into my best friend’s apartment, I knew that curveball was heading
straight for my gut.
The hit comes in the form
of a no-strings proposition… One that gives him utter control over my body.
If I surrender, that curveball is steadily en-route for a collision course with my heart.
He’s a sex addict. I’m a
love addict.
This is temptation.
*Wild
Temptation is book one of the Wild series and a full-length novel at approx.
92,000 words.*
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By day, New York Times and USA Today bestselling
New Adult author Emma Hart dons a cape and calls herself Super Mum to a
terrible two year old and growing bump, due September 2013. By night, she drops
the cape, pours a glass of juice and writes books.
She likes to write about
magic, kisses and whatever else she can fit into the story. Sarcastic, witty
characters are a must. As are hot guys. Emma is currently working too many
books to even count - including Playing for Keeps, the companion book to
the New York Times and USA Today bestselling
novel, The Love Game. She likes to be BUSY - unless busy involves
doing the dishes, but that seems to when all the ideas come to life.
I stalk from
the bathroom into my room and put on some clean panties. He follows me in, and
when I turn,
he’s pulling his clothes off.
“Uh, what
are you doing?”
“We’re gonna
do some of that talking shit, and we’re gonna cuddle while we do it.”
I fold my
arms across my chest. “I don’t cuddle.”
“You didn’t
sleep with a guy more than once when you met me, so shut up and get in your
bed.
Lose the
T-shirt.”
I stare him
down. “I. Don’t. Cuddle.”
“I. Don’t.
Care,” he retorts. He grabs my shirt and pulls me toward him. His fingers curl
around
the hem and
he meets my eyes. “You can take it off or I can rip it off. I don’t care, but
it’s coming
off.”
I raise my
arms and he pulls the material over my head and drops it on the floor. “The
only
thing you
should ever threaten to rip is my panties.”
“I’ll keep
that in mind.” He smirks. “Now get into bed. If I’m cuddling you, you can’t
pull your
running-away
shit when the conversation gets tough.”
I take a
deep breath, my chest tightening. He walks to my bed and gets in without a
second
thought. The
covers pool at his waist, giving me a full view of his toned body, and I’m
tempted to go
over
there—if only to run my fingers across his stomach.
“Don’t make
me get you,” he warns, pulling the covers aside.
I sigh and
get into bed next to him. As sad as it is, it’s true. I don’t cuddle. I haven’t
really
hugged
anyone than Dayton or my parents in years.
Tyler slides
me across the bed and lays us both down. “Roll over.”
I roll to
face him, my head falling on his shoulder. His arms go around me, his cheek
resting
atop my
head, his body warm against mine.
The hilarity
of this situation is how tender our position is when, ten minutes ago, we were
fucking so
roughly.
“There. It’s
not so bad, hmm?”
I jab his
side. “It’s awful,” I lie. Truth: his arms around me make me feel more secure
than I
have in a
long time. Maybe it’s the subtle strength in his softly defined muscles, or
maybe it’s the
tightness he
holds me with.
“Why was
your day so bad?” I ask, resting my hand on his stomach.
“Two big
shoots—one this morning and another in the afternoon. Both with self-righteous,
stuck-up
bitches who think the world and its mother owes them everything. It was a level
of Hell
Dante
missed.”
“Fun. And I
take offense at you calling other women bitches. That’s my name.”
He laughs
loudly, his body shaking, making me smile. “Oh, Liv. You’re not just a bitch.
You’re
my bitch. My
flighty, irritating bitch.”
“It’s good
to know that you have such a high opinion of me.”
“Cuddle me
properly and I’ll switch out the irritating.”
With a sigh,
I lie my arm over his stomach. Instinctively, I snuggle in closer. His arms
tighten
around me a
little more.
“There,” I
whisper. “Happy?”
“Yes.” He
kisses the top of my head. “My beautiful, flighty bitch.”
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