Spotlight: A Recipe for Passion - Kaley Colter
A Recipe for Passion, Book 1 of the
Novum Energy series
Currently the #1 Bestselling MF
Romance at Siren Bookstrand!
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Ellie Matthews is a painfully shy caterer whose
life has devolved since she was a teenager, when her mother died and
her father abandoned her following his remarriage. She was left with
no one but her controlling, manipulative stepbrother, Marcus, who has
treated her like his personal slave ever since.
Now, Ellie is desperate to get out from under
Marcus’s thumb. When she arrives at the engineering firm Novum
Energy for a catering job, Nick Richardson, the president of the
company, is all too aware of Ellie’s exploitation at the hands of
her stepbrother. He is determined to help her and keep her safe. But
more than that, he is determined to make her his. And he can only
hope that he will be able to help her overcome her past and convince
her that she belongs to him—body, heart, and soul.
[Siren Classic: Erotic Contemporary Romance,
consensual BDSM elements, spanking, sex toys, anal sex, HEA]
Story Excerpt:
Calm yourself, girl.
Ellie Matthews looked down at the platters of
food she was carrying, took a deep breath, straightened her back, and
walked into the conference room. The meeting was apparently over, as
everybody was chatting casually and leaning back in their chairs. For
that, she was very thankful, because if she had walked into that room
in the middle of the meeting and everybody had stopped and turned
their heads to stare at her like some kind of intruder, she probably
would’ve had a heart attack and fallen right down on the floor.
As she walked towards the center table, she
tried her very best to avoid making eye contact with anyone, which
turned out to be exceptionally difficult given the fact that she
could feel several pairs of eyes staring straight at her. She
cringed, knowing they were all looking her up and down. Appraising
her. Determining her worth. And, of course, everybody in the room
just had to
be a man. There wasn’t a single woman—not one potential ally that
could deflect some of the testosterone.
Why aren’t there more women in
engineering? Somebody should really do something about that.
She quickly set the platters down on the table,
then spun around, reminded herself that it might be inappropriate to
break into a run, and walked out of the room with what she proudly
considered to be a very reasonable speed. As soon as she was through
the doorway and out of sight, she leaned against the wall and sighed
in relief, reaching up to touch her cheeks and knowing from how warm
they were that she must look extremely flushed. She winced when she
thought of how all those engineers must see her—a shy little
caterer who couldn’t help but blush every time she’s in their
presence.
She was shy—she
would give them that. But that didn’t mean she was a coward. In
fact, she liked to think that she was rather feisty. A couple of her
friends in high school had even called her scrappy, and she had very
proudly borne that label ever since. And besides, she had never even
met any of these hotshot engineers before. This was her first time
catering for Novum Energy. Maybe if they hired her again, she would
be more confident. Maybe they’d all take back what they initially
thought of her and be amazed at how calm, cool, and collected she
was. Maybe she wouldn’t even blush.
Doubt it.
Ellie sighed and made her way back to the
office kitchen. When she saw her partner standing there waiting for
her, clearly displeased, she smoothed her fingers over the black
apron tied around her waist and tried to prepare herself for whatever
complaint was coming.
“Christ, Ellie, what took you so long? It’s
not that difficult of a task. You walk to the conference room. You
set the platters down. You come back.”
Ellie gritted her teeth. She had to work very,
very hard to restrain herself from calling him a bastard and telling
him to go to hell. The unfortunate fact of the matter was that she
needed him. He had paid for all the catering supplies and found them
the client. That was the deal. He would set her up with the equipment
she needed and advertise their business, she would prepare the food,
and he would give her a cut of the money. And she needed the money.
So for that reason, a mental image of decking him in the face would
have to do.
“Look, Marcus, I waited outside for a minute
or two because I wasn’t sure that the meeting was over. I didn’t
want to interrupt. Because, I don’t know, that
would be rude.”
“It doesn’t matter, Ellie. I don’t pay
you to think about what would be a polite time to give the clients
their food. I pay you to give them their food when I tell you to give
them their food. The client requested that the food be brought into
the conference room at noon. So that’s what you do. Stop being so
goddamn stubborn and do what you’re told.”
Ellie dug her fingernails into her palms,
furious. “Why don’t you just deliver the food yourself, then?”
Marcus folded his arms over his chest and
smiled. “Because you are
part of the service. My clients will come to expect their food to be
delivered to them by a decent-looking woman. I like to think that
they’ll appreciate it as a display of traditional gender roles.
You’re the woman. You serve the food. It’s that simple.”
Ellie looked down at herself. She was wearing a
red, satiny dress that fell to her mid thighs and showed an
uncomfortable amount of cleavage.
“So that’s why you have me wearing this
ridiculous dress?”
He smirked. “Correct.”
“I’m not a piece of meat, Marcus.”
“Oh, I beg to differ. Not the best-looking
piece of meat, but a piece of meat nonetheless.”
Ellie swallowed hard and willed herself to hold
back her tears.
Hold yourself together. Do not let
him see you cry.
She grabbed her sweater and threw it around her
shoulders. “Well, now that I’ve delivered the food I hope
I’m allowed to
put on a sweater and go to the bathroom.”
“Fine, go,” he said, flicking his hand at
her contemptuously. “But you better be sure to return to ‘uniform’
when you go back in to collect the trays.”
* * * * * *
Adult Excerpt:
“You want it hard, don’t you?” Nick asked
in that low, deep voice of his as he continued delicately kissing her
breast, closer and closer to her nipple.
Ellie nodded vigorously, arching her back to
force her breast harder against his mouth and crying out in
frustration when he pulled his face away. But before she could even
look to see what he was going to do next, he captured her nipple
between his index finger and thumb and pinched hard, tearing a moan
from Ellie’s lips.
He started rolling her nipple in between his
fingers, and the resulting soreness was a delicious mixture of
pleasure and pain that put Ellie in a frenzy. When he released her
nipple, she almost descended into a panic, needing him to touch her
breast, desperate to be relieved of the tight ache at the center. And
then he wrapped his lips around the stiff peak and sucked hard. Ellie
opened her mouth in a silent scream.
Her pussy was clamping down in a slow, steady
rhythm that was making her go wild. Every time he tugged and pulled
at her nipple, she felt her sex throb in response, and after a mere
few moments of feeling his mouth on her breast she was so wet that
her thighs were sticky with her juices.
“Please…” Ellie whispered. “I need…”
“What is it, kitten?” Nick asked, releasing
her nipple from his mouth and licking the stiff peak with the flat of
his tongue. Ellie moaned and squeezed her thighs together. “Your
pussy’s aching, isn’t it?” Ellie nodded, biting down on her
bottom lip. “You want me to get rid of the ache, don’t you baby?”
“Yes,” she breathed. “Please, yes.”
Nick sat up on the bed and hooked his fingers
in the waistband of her panties, drawing them down her legs and
tossing them aside. He grabbed her thighs and forced them wide apart,
groaning when he looked down at her pussy.
Ellie blushed at being fully exposed beneath
his gaze and tried to press her legs together, but Nick would have
none of it. He held them firmly apart, barely even noticing her
efforts to close them.
“You’re so wet,” he whispered.
When he let go of her legs so he could touch
her pussy, Ellie reflexively clamped them shut. Nick jerked his head
up and gave her a stern look.
“Spread your legs, Ellie.” She hesitated.
“Now.” When she only opened them slightly, he reached out and
gave her a sharp smack on the side of her ass. “Wider, Ellie.”
The way he commanded her made liquid fire shoot
through her lower belly. She was hurting for his touch so badly that
she abandoned her modesty and threw her legs as far apart as they
would go, feeling deliciously naughty at completely baring herself
under his gaze.
“That’s it, kitten,” he praised. “I’m
just going to make you feel good.”
He slid his fingers between the slick folds of
her pussy, and the pleasure was so intense that she almost clamped
her legs shut again.
“Yes,” Ellie breathed. “Oh my God…”
She was clawing at the mattress as he continued
working his fingers between her slippery folds, crying out with
pleasure and begging him to keep going. She started jutting out her
hips to try and force his fingers into her dripping cunt, but he made
her wait longer. He was teasing her mercilessly, rubbing closer and
closer around her opening until she was whimpering with need.
“I can’t take it… Please…I need it
inside.”
“You want me to fuck you with my fingers,
don’t you, baby?”
“Yesss…”
“How badly do you want it?”
“Real bad,” Ellie cried. She started
grabbing at her nipples, desperate to ease her throbbing pussy. “Real
bad. Real bad. Please, let me have it.”
Nick rammed his index finger all the way into
her pussy. Ellie screamed. He pulled his finger out, added a second,
and shoved both of them inside. Ellie screamed again.
She couldn’t remember anything feeling so
good. Everything became fuzzy, and the only thing she could focus on
was Nick’s fingers plunging violently in and out of her pussy. She
wanted more, needed more, and started slamming herself down on his
fingers every time he thrust them inside. She could feel something
amazing building up inside her—a hot, achy pressure that she wanted
to explode through her lower belly.
“That’s it, baby. Feels good, doesn’t
it?”
He was finger-fucking her hard, and at a
brutally fast pace. She could feel the walls of her pussy squeezing
him, desperate to draw him further inside, desperate to be filled and
stretched. She closed her eyes, losing herself in the pleasure, and
all of a sudden felt Nick pry open her lips with his tongue and delve
into her mouth. She was thrashing on the bed, moaning into his mouth
and feeling herself getting closer and closer to falling off the
edge.
Ellie came hard, screaming. She grabbed the
back of Nick’s neck and forced his tongue deeper into her mouth as
wave after wave of pleasure shot through her body. And through it
all, Nick continued his relentless assault on her pussy, steadily
thrusting his fingers in and out of her as the walls of her canal
clamped down again and again.
Kaley Colter’s
life has evolved around three central passions – reading, writing,
and happily-ever-afters. She is a witty, hot-blooded bookworm who
adores daydreaming and fell in love with erotic novels from the
moment she succumbed to curiosity and took her first peek at one. And
once she started reading them, she was hooked, pouring through novel
after novel with the greatest of pleasure. It was only a matter of
time until her love of erotic romance collided with her love of
writing and she started getting lost in stories and characters of her
own creation. Now, she finds herself glued to her computer, writing
books that promise hot sex and gripping romance. And, absorbed though
she is in her newfound profession, she is always able to tear herself
away from her work and spend time with her doting husband and their
two exceedingly rambunctious cats.
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