Title: The Chase
Author: Jessica Wood
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: 29 May, 2014
Release Date: 29 May, 2014
Event Organised by: Between the Sheets Promotions
735 = number of notches on his belt.
1 = the notch he couldn’t get.
Who is he?
Dean Chase.
He loves the thrill. He loves the women. And above all, he loves the chase.
But the one thing he doesn’t love is being tied down by a woman. To him, once the chase is over, it’s time to pull up his boxers and move on to the next target.
That is until he meets Blair Parker.
Blair is unlike any of the women under Dean’s belt. She’s confident, mysterious, and sassy. In Dean’s world, she’s the wicked curved ball he couldn’t figure out. She’s the first woman who always seems to be out of reach no matter how hard he chases. So when it comes to Blair, Dean couldn’t move on.
Dean will need to change his ways in order to chase Blair down to make her the 736th notch on his belt. But will chasing after Blair become Dean’s undoing and end his love of the chase once and for all?
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There was one feeling that I loved the
most in life.
Sex.
God’s gift to man.
I knew exactly how to get it. I knew
what came with it. And I knew how damn good
it made me feel. Every. Single. Time.
And the best fucking part of it was, it
was free!
But not just any kind of sex. Fuck no.
Only the purely physical, no-strings-attached, emotionless kind of sex—the only kind my insatiable cock could get
behind, the only kind I needed—or wanted.
So here I was, like the countless times
before, sprawled out next to some naked woman in her bed, basking in the
afterglow of another earth-shattering fuck session.
“That was incredible,” she purred,
interrupting my peaceful bliss. “I never came multiple times like that before
in just in a couple of hours.” I could hear her still panting as she recovered
from her orgasms.
I grunted an incoherent response,
hoping that’d be enough to keep her at bay. After my cock had gotten its fill
from a woman, it was done. So I was done, and didn’t see the point of making
small talk after that point.
“No, I’m serious. That was probably the
best sex of my life.”
“You’re welcome.”
She giggled. “Wow, you’re so full of
yourself.”
The post-fuck bliss was evaporating as
annoyance crept its way in. “You just said I was the best fuck of your life. If
that’s not a ‘thank you,’ I don’t know what is.”
I got up from the bed and started to
put my clothes back on. “Anyway, I gotta get going. I still have some work to
do tonight.”
“Wait, just one thing before you
leave.” She walked over and grabbed one of my hands. Before I could register
what she was doing, she began writing something on my palm with a pen.
“What the hell are you doing?” I yanked
my arm away and stared at my palm. Shit.
Her number.
She looked up at me with a come-hither
expression as she purposefully bit her lips. “I’d love to see you again
sometime.”
Oh
God, here we go again. She’s one of those girls. I
cleared my throat and turned to her, trying to keep my tone light and free from
the irritation that was building up inside. I
need to nip this shit in the bud.
“Look—”
“—No, don’t misunderstand me,” she
interrupted, “I know you’re not looking for a relationship. I’m not either!”
Her words came out quick and urgent.
Bullshit, I thought as I started to button up my dress shirt. I knew she was
either lying to me, or worse, lying to herself.
“I just thought that since we had so
much fun tonight, we can keep in touch…you know, stay friends or something, and
do this again sometime.” She gave me
what she thought was her most seductive smile as she moved closer toward me and
ran her fingers down the ridges of my eight-pack abs. Before they moved any lower,
I grabbed her hand to stop her wasted efforts.
“Look,” I said coldly, “a one night
stand is just that. One night. I
didn’t ask you if you wanted a two night
stand.”
For a second, the blonde stared at me
with a stunned expression. But as soon as she recovered, she yanked her hand
from my grasp and backed away. “Who the fuck do you think you are, asshole?!”
“The asshole you agreed to have a one
night stand with.”
“Ugh! Get the fuck out of my house!”
“That’s what I’ve been trying to do
since I got out of your bed, sweetie.” I grabbed my jeans and casually pulled
them. “The fun’s gotta end sometime.” I saw the indignation on her face, like
she was just lied to or something. In my defense, I’d been more than clear of
what I wanted out of her tonight, and she whole-heartedly agreed. It wasn’t my
fault that she now wanted more after she’d gotten a taste of me.
When I got to her front door, I turned
back to her. “If it’s any consolation, that was a great fucking one night
stand.”
“Fuck you, asshole!” she screamed as
she grabbed an empty vase from the dining table and aimed it at me.
“You already did!” I called out as I
closed the door in time to hear the vase shatter against the other end of the
door.
735. That was the newest notch on my
proverbial belt of women who I’d fucked, and that notch was claimed by this
crazy blonde.
My name was Dean Chase. I was a rich,
powerful attorney at the most prestigious international law firm in the world.
I was recently selected as one of San Francisco’s “30 Most Eligible Bachelors
Under 30” by Forbes Magazine. So naturally, I got a lot of ass. And I welcomed
it with open arms and a rock-hard dick.
Things were very simple for me. I
wasn’t looking for a relationship. I wasn’t looking for emotions. I wasn’t
looking for someone to stick around for any longer than a good orgasm.
I was only looking for a good chase.
When it came to the chase, my cock was
always in the driver’s seat. I came, I saw, I conquered. And then I moved on to
the next target.
That was how I operated. That was what
I was happy with.
But that was until I met her.
The minute I saw Blair, I knew she was
different. She was the wicked curve ball that threw me for a loop. She was the
one I wanted but couldn’t have. That made her my ultimate chase, and notch number 736 had her name written all over
it.
Jessica
Wood writes contemporary romance.
While
she has lived in countless cities throughout the U.S., her heart belongs to San
Francisco. To her, there’s something seductively romantic about the Golden Gate
Bridge, the steep rolling hills of the city streets, the cable cars, and the
Victorian-style architecture.
She
loves a strong, masculine man with a witty personality. While she is headstrong
and extremely independent, she can’t resist a man who takes control of the
relationship, both outside and inside of the bedroom.
She
loves to travel internationally, and tries to plan a yearly trip abroad. She
also loves to cook and bake, and—to the benefit of her friends—she loves to
share. She also enjoys ceramics and being creative with her hands. She has a
weakness for good (maybe bad) TV shows; she’s up-to-date on over 25 current
shows, and no, that wasn’t a joke.
And
it goes without saying, she loves books—they’re like old and dear friends who
have always been there to make her laugh and make her cry.
The
one thing she wished she had more of is time.
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