Toxic by Kim Karr
Release date: July 7th, 2015
New York Times bestselling author Kim Karr turns up the heat in a smoking hot, emotionally compelling romance that takes you into the world of Manhattan's elite. Meet Jeremy McQueen, a sexy, intense, brooding entrepreneur who goes after what he wants, and Phoebe St. Claire, a socialite-turned-CEO who's been drifting through life searching for something she thought she'd never find again--the right man to share her future.
Phoebe St. Claire has devoted herself to saving her family's hotel empire--but her best efforts have not been good enough. With her whole world in turmoil, the tenacious go-getter turns to the once love of her life. Far from innocent, Jeremy McQueen was the guy from the wrong side of the tracks who her parents would never have approved of. Their years apart have only made the sexy bad boy more irresistible than ever--and their reunion is explosive.
When she asks Jeremy to help her salvage her family business, he agrees immediately, with only one condition--he wants her in his bed.
But soon surprising circumstances leave Phoebe reeling. Was this fairy tale romance just too good to be true? Will Jeremy's secrets pull them apart all over again?
THIS IS A STANDALONE SECOND-CHANCE ROMANCE WITH NO CLIFFHANGER ENDING.
EXCERPT #1
Phoebe St. Claire
“Where
are you?” he asked.
“Home.”
“I know.
Where in your apartment are you?”
“On my
bed.”
“Where
are you?” I asked.
“Give me
a minute.”
I heard
stomping up some stairs and then a door closed.
“On my
bed,” he said in that same husky tone.
I nearly
stopped breathing.
“Are you
still there?” he asked again.
“Yes,” my
voice was raspy.
In a deep
husky voice he said, “Tell me what you’re wearing under your clothes.”
Arousal
overtook my mind and I answered quickly. “A bra and panties.”
“Take off
your clothes and tell me what they look like.”
Flushing
from head to toe I managed to say, “Jeremy!”
“Phoebe,
I’ve seen you in your underwear. Christ, I’ve seen you naked. Just put your
phone on speaker, dim the lights, and describe to me the lucky pieces of fabric
covering your tits and pussy.”
Shock and
desire swarmed through me in equal measure.
Memories
of his dirty mouth came back in a flash.
I’d loved
it so many years ago, loved when we were flesh to flesh. And this was
different. I’d never had phone sex before. Had no idea how to, but I knew I was
about to find out. I wasn’t going to turn him down. I wanted this.
The
sexual tension that had blossomed between us was causing me to go insane. I was
touching myself when I woke up in the middle of the night, and then in the
shower before work, and last night and the night before after I hung up the
phone with him. I’d been masturbating to the thought of him nonstop. Phone sex
had to be so much better.
“Give me
a minute,” I whispered needing to ease into the more intimate exchange that I
knew was coming. I stripped out of my skirt and blouse and all but tore my hose
pulling them off. The lights were already dimmed, so that wasn’t an issue. I
heard his own mattress squeaking and wondered if he had started without me.
My phone
beeped again and I looked down. This time it was an incoming call from Jamie. I
ignored it. Then, I took a deep breath and a giant leap of faith as I sat on my
bed in my underwear.
Just as I
was thinking about what I could say, he spoke. “I have to be honest with you,”
he said.
My heart
sank. I didn’t like any conversation that started with those words.
With a
heavy exhale, he said, “I’ve been hard all week just thinking about you and I
have to admit, my wrist hasn’t been worked out this much in a long time.”
Picturing
his hand, his cock, his hips, and the perfect choreographed movement of all
three had me barely cognizant.
“Phoebe?”
“I’m
here,” I said in the raspiest tone. “Then I’ll be honest too. It’s possible
that I’ve made myself come more times this week than I have in my entire life.”
I wasn’t
exactly comfortable initiating a kinky conversation. But I could follow his
lead.
“Jesus
Phoebe, you can’t talk that way to me when I’m not near you.”
Something
primal erupted within me. “And I want to do it again.”
“Fuckkkk.”
I moaned
at his use of the word fuck. It sounded entirely too delicious.
Equally
as delicious was his sexy laugh that followed. “So what are we going to do
about this dilemma?”
I sunk
back into my pillows and pictured his face—his lips parted and his eyes
heavy-lidded.
I knew
what I wanted to do about it.
Did he
want to do the same thing?
I hoped so.
Will they
or won’t they? #ToxicLove
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Toxic by Kim Karr
About the Author:
I live in
Florida with my husband and four kids. I've always had a love for reading books
and writing. Being an English major in college, I wanted to teach at the
college level but that was not to be. I went on to receive an MBA and became a
project manager until quitting to raise my family. I currently work part-time
with my husband and full-time embracing one of my biggest passions—writing.
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