Greenpoint
Pleasures Series Book One
By: Talia Quinn
Releasing
June 9th, 2014
Samantha
Lilly is in a long-term relationship… with her vibrator. She can’t handle a
serious commitment, but casual affairs don’t do it for her either. So she’s
resigned herself to being alone.
Her
call-girl roommate Jeanine has other ideas. She persuades Samantha to take her
place for one night with Dylan Krause, an incredibly hot prospective client
recovering from a messy divorce. She says it’ll be good for Samantha to be with
someone without her usual expectations and complications.
It’s more
than good. It’s intense, extraordinary, and emotionally devastating. During
their long, intimate night together, they bare, not just their bodies, but their
souls.
But after
that one amazing night, Samantha flees. This feels too real for her. And yet
she can’t forget Dylan, even though she tries.
Then one
day, he walks into the architecture firm where she works. Seeing him threatens
to destroy the careful walls she’s built around her heart—and this time she
can’t run away.
Author Info
Talia Quinn
began her writing career as a screenwriter but switched to prose after she
started writing an online journal for fun. This led to writing fiction, which
led to writing romance.
She won the
prestigious Romance Writers of America® Golden Heart Award in 2012 for
contemporary romance, and is a two-time finalist for the award.
She lives in New York City, her childhood hometown, with her husband and son.
She lives in New York City, her childhood hometown, with her husband and son.
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Excerpt
Flaunt it.
Be your sexiest self. He has no idea who you are in real life. You will never
see him again.
I let the
coat slip out of my fingers and pool onto the floor in an elegantly careless
heap.
Dylan
stared at me, openly appreciative.
So pure,
this transaction. So simple. So insane.
“Like what
you see?” I made my voice sultry, like Mae West or what I imagined Jeanine to
be like with a client. A mistake, because I immediately giggled at the
absurdity.
Dylan
raised his eyebrows. “Is this a joke to you?”
I walked
over to him, a trifle unsteady on my stiletto boots, and pressed my hand
against those damp curls on his chest. “No joke, Dylan Krause. Hardly a joke.”
I could feel his heart thump under my palm, nearly as fast as my own. “So? Do
you want me to stay? Or do I refund your money?”
He was
startled into a laugh. “Blunt. I like that.”
“Good,
because that’s what you get.”
“You’re not
what I expected.” His gaze traveled over my body. I felt it like a
caress.
I took
another step, so close now, and ran my hand through his damp hair, enjoying the
way it sprang against my fingers, a live thing. Enjoying the fact that I could
do this. “What do you want to do first?”
“Who are
you, Saffron?” He was looking at me with a strangely intent gaze.
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