Title: Last Virgin in Vegas
Series: Starving Artist Book Two
Author: Tina Holland
Genre: Contemporary Romantic Comedy
Release Date: March 19, 2020
Publisher: Book Boutiques
Cover : Valerie Tibbs
I’m happy to offer you all the next book in the Starving Artist Series – Last Virgin in Vegas. Enjoy this blurb, excerpt and Lovely new Cover by Valerie Tibbs.
Blurb:
Every man dreams of two women in his bed, right?
So why does Lance Lott’s life seem less than perfect, since he and his long-time girlfriend Sydney slept with Gwen McIver?
Lance can’t stop obsessing about Gwen and he’s trying to get a new casino project off the ground. Things wouldn’t be so bad if he didn’t have to deal with his former-showgirl turned match-making mother – who is screaming for him to give up his architecture business and become a magician.
What’s an architect to do when all he has designs on is his lover’s best friend?
Excerpt:
Good for nothing bastard! How could he treat Sydney this way?
Gwen fumed, pacing the floor of the spacious hotel suite. She was wearing a pattern in the carpet with her back and forth between the phone and the door. Lance-a-not had decided to be a big no-show. Luckily, Syd was out with some fellow writers at a local jazz club. Hopefully her friend could forget the insensitive jackass masquerading as a man.
Gwen tried to remember what she had seen in him. Oh yeah…his marine-blue eyes, the ebony hair falling over his brow, his sculpted arms and a chest that made her hands itch to feather across it. In her memory, his arms were powerful, his entire frame screaming linebacker.
Gwen felt herself grow damp with anticipation and admitted her own disappointment over his last-minute cancellation. She should be relieved. She didn’t want to watch Lance and Sydney moon over each other, not when she lusted after what she couldn’t have.
She leaned against the wall and crossed her arms, staring out the French doors into the night sky. Lance hadn’t come, and it was for the best. He was a difficult man to ignore. It was a crime to fall for a man who belonged to your best friend, but if he’d been single, she would have pursued him…maybe even ruthlessly.
She’d been unable to stop herself when Sydney propositioned her a year ago with the temptation of joining the two in the bedroom. Lance and Sydney had dated for years, but something about him made Gwen want him for herself. She knew her passion was teetering on the edge of something more, and it wasn’t something she could explain easily. She also knew it wasn’t worth her friendship with Syd. After the ménage a trios, she had left without delay, flying back to Minneapolis, hiding from the lust and guilt, which surfaced far too easily. The memories of their love play were embedded in her mind.
A knock on the door interrupted her musings. Sydney must have forgotten her key—it was too late to be anyone else. But when Gwen opened the door, it was to find her unwanted obsession in the hall.
*
Lance stared, the champagne bottle he’d brought as a peace offering dangling from one hand. He hadn’t expected to find Gwen in Sydney’s room. His eyes raked over her, almost of their own volition.
She wore a long emerald nightgown with skinny straps cut in a deep V with lace barely covering her voluptuous curves. Her beauty was irresistible. The negligee complimented her eyes and cut clear to her hip on one side. Lance ached, wondering if she wore anything underneath.
He found his voice. “What are you doing here?”
“What am I doing here? You called and canceled.”
“I had a change of heart.”
“After you broke Syd’s? Isn’t that convenient.”
God, she was sexy when she was angry. “That still doesn’t explain what you’re doing in her room.”
“Doesn’t it? I moved into her room this morning.”
“Hoping to get lucky?” he goaded, wanting to see fire flash through her eyes. It was masochistic, but he needed it on a level he didn’t quite understand.
“Don’t be crude. Our relationship isn’t like that.”
“What about last year?” Lance was getting hard just thinking about Gwen’s lips around his cock.
“That was different, and you know it.”
“How?”
“It was a one-time thing.”
“So sad.” Lance lowered his head. Gwen didn’t need to see the relief in his eyes. He suspected he wasn’t everything Sydney wanted, but the idea she and Gwen might share the same sexual tastes wasn’t appealing. More than once he’d thought that if the two friends decided to bed down, he would end up alone.
“Arrogant ass,” Gwen said clearly as she walked away. She leaned back on the arm of a nearby brown sofa; unaware that the action lifted the slit of her nightgown higher, revealing she wore nothing beneath it.
“Where is Sydney?”
“Out.”
“For how long?”
“Not sure. She could return at any moment.”
Lance needed to get the man downstairs under control. His attraction to Gwen was intimidating. The reason he felt such overwhelming lust towards a woman he’d not seen in a year unnerved him. “Well, I’m waiting for Syd, so what do you propose we do?” Lance asked.
“How ‘bout a movie?”
“Perfect.” Maybe she’d change to go out; maybe she’d change in front of him. Yeah, it was a pure dude response, but one he couldn’t really squelch. He’d seen her naked, and wanted to see her again.
“I paid for Casablanca.”
“Oh.” He couldn’t help but sound disappointed.
“I think there’s some popcorn in the cupboard next to the fridge.” Gwen pushed away from the chair and walked to the mini-bar. As she walked by him, Lance craned his neck to see if he could catch a glimpse of anything beyond her luscious thigh.
“Okay.” He sighed heavily. He took off his jacket, resigning himself to an evening of a movie and popcorn. It was probably just as well; he wouldn’t want to explain things to Sydney when she arrived. Gwen stood waiting for the popcorn to finish popping, drumming her fingers against the counter. Lance’s cock ached to feel those digits wrapped around his cock. He settled on the sofa, ran his fingers through his hair and exhaled the breath he held.
Gwen strolled leisurely towards him, her hips swaying, before sliding next to him on the couch. She handed him the bowl, and he used it to cover his erection. The television lit up with a movie title: Cock in Bianca. Lance couldn’t help it; he laughed uproariously.
Gwen’s cheeks matched her hair, “Oh, my God.” She stared.
“So this is what you do in your spare time,” he teased.
“No!” Gwen faced him. “I don’t know how this happened.”
“I think you’re trying to provoke me.” He shifted to get more comfortable.
“To do what?” Gwen challenged him and with it he found himself reacting on his most base needs. It was something he’d sworn he would never do, after that night a year ago. Lance accepted that his mind was no longer in control and he gave into his red-haired siren.
“This.” He lifted her stubborn chin upwards, and bent low to kiss her.
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