A contemporary fairy tale with a dirty, sexy twist!
No Inhibitions, an all-new sexy and seductive standalone from New York Times bestselling author Erika Wilde is out now!
Remy Lowell leads a private life. After a troubled past, he’s worked his way up from nothing and he’s damn proud of that fact. His newest contracting job is more erotic than expected and his new client has him thinking thoughts he shouldn’t.
Tempest Wilder is intent on creating her own empire, and her newest venture is Wilder Things, a series of erotic spaces where couples play out their wildest fantasies. Only she didn’t plan for the sexy, rough-around-the-edges contractor she’s hired to build out the rooms that challenges her at every turn.
He's a cautious and guarded professional, but she’s a temptress he can’t resist, and the customers won’t be the only ones fulfilling fantasies.
But after their business deal is over and their affair comes to an end, will the lady and the reformed tramp throw out all inhibitions to find their happily ever after?
(NO INHIBITIONS is a STAND-ALONE, enemies to lovers fairy tale romance. No cheating. No cliffhangers)
My thoughts: Wow. Tempest and Remy's story blew me away. Their chemistry was palpable and they both resisted for three years. I love that this story set up two more fairy tale stories so I'm hoping this series will continue. The intimate scenes were smokin hot and the writing was fantastic. Erika Wilde has a hit on her hands with this book and the entire series.
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Excerpt
“Hello, Remy,”
she said in greeting when she finally reached him.
“Tempest,” he
replied with a cordial nod.
She cocked her
head playfully to the side, momentarily drawing his gaze to the way she’d swept
her dark hair into an intricate style that was held together with crystal and
pearl pins. The elegant updo left her
shoulders and slender neck bare, emphasizing the pair of sparkling ruby
earrings hanging from her lobes.
“Dare I say you
look like you’re about to bolt for the exit,” she said, a light accusation in
her tone.
He inhaled a deep breath—big mistake—because the scent of her soft, feminine perfume went straight to his dick. It took effort to remain outwardly unaffected, and for her, he allowed a smile to ease across his lips. “Guilty as charged.” He planned on doing exactly that as soon as she went on her way.
He inhaled a deep breath—big mistake—because the scent of her soft, feminine perfume went straight to his dick. It took effort to remain outwardly unaffected, and for her, he allowed a smile to ease across his lips. “Guilty as charged.” He planned on doing exactly that as soon as she went on her way.
Her perfectly
shaped brows furrowed in a concerned frown.
“Are you not having a good time?
“Don’t take
this personally, but fairy tales are not my thing,” he replied, his tone wry.
“How do you
know that for certain?” she countered, a flirtatious glimmer now sparking in
her amber eyes. “If you leave right now,
you’ll never know if something magical might happen tonight.”
He huffed out a
laugh at her whimsical, romantic notion, though the sound that erupted from his
throat was as rough as sandpaper. “I’m
not looking for anything magical to happen.”
In fact, he’d do his best to avoid anything even remotely close to it.
She shrugged a
smooth, bare shoulder. “Sometimes, it’s
better to leave all expectations and cynicism at the door and just see where
the evening takes you.”
He shook his
head in disagreement. “Trust me when I
say my cynicism is well earned.” And now
he was determined that all that skepticism would protect what little was left
of his soul from being further ransacked.
“I was happy to come and support the Wilder Way Foundation, and now that
I’ve done that, I think it’s best if I go.
Good night, Tempest.”
He started to
walk away, but she grabbed at his tuxedo sleeve. “Remy, wait.”
Not wanting to
be rude, he stopped and glanced back at her.
The smile she
gave him was so sweet and persuasive it made something in his chest shift ever
so slightly. “You can’t leave without
having at least one dance.”
Oh, yes, he
could, and he shored up his resolve against that imploring look of hers. “I
don’t dance.”
The hand on his
arm slid down, until her cool, slender fingers curled around his, not only
startling him but ensnaring him in more ways than one. “It’s a ballad,” she pointed out of the song
Raevynn Walsh was now singing. “Everyone
can slow dance. It takes minimal skill .
. . unless you don’t trust yourself to stand that close to me?”
Her comment was
underscored with a subtle challenge, an undeniable dare that alluded to the
attraction between them that was getting increasingly difficult for him to
resist.
“Just one
dance,” she persisted oh so sweetly, her husky voice taking on a teasing lilt
as she leaned in closer. "I
solemnly promise not to cast any kind of fairy-tale spell on you."
Bold and
determined Tempest Wilder didn't give him another chance to turn her down. With her hand secured in his, she pulled him
toward the dance floor in front of the stage, which was already filled with
other couples, and he would have looked like a jackass if he rebuffed her at
this point. Once she found a spot for
the two of them, she turned back around and didn’t hesitate to step as close as
their bodies would allow.
The provocative
feel of her soft breasts pressing against his chest and her supple thighs
skimming along his was like a fucking shock to his celibate system, and he
automatically tensed in response to the sexy female curves aligning perfectly
to his more masculine frame. It was all
he could do to keep his dick from getting hard as a spike against her lower
stomach.
Still holding
his one hand, she smoothed her other one up the lapel of his jacket and around
his neck. Clearly sensing his
discomfort, she tipped her head back and gave him a flirty smile, no doubt
meant to tease him.
“So, when it
comes to slow dancing, the man usually puts his arm around the woman’s waist,”
she suggested, since he hadn’t yet done so.
“And if he really likes the woman he’s with, he’ll splay his hand low on
her back and pull her in close.”
Oh, he knew how
to slow dance, but just the thought of putting his hands on her so intimately
was wreaking havoc with his libido, and he had a feeling she was well aware of
his predicament, too. It was another
sexy dare from her, and while he’d spent the past few years avoiding this kind
of close contact with Tempest, the sexually starved man in him who desired this
woman slipped past all his carefully erected walls.
Fuck it, he
decided. What could happen in a room
full of people? Giving in to the
temptation to touch her, to enjoy the feel of her in his arms, even for a few
minutes, he placed his hand on her bare back and slowly caressed his palm all
the way down to the base of her spine.
The subtle pressure of his hand against her smooth skin drew her as
close as the two of them could get, aligning their hips in a way that was
suggestively carnal.
Breathing
became difficult . . . He hadn’t been this close to a woman in over three
years, and there was no denying she felt so damn good. She was incredibly soft, she smelled like
heaven, and she made him want to do something wild and wicked and uncharacteristic—like
take her somewhere dark and private where he could give in to the lust
clamoring inside him.
An unmistakable
shiver coursed through her as they shifted in time to the slow song. With her staring into his eyes, her own
darkened with awareness as she moved her head to the side of his to speak into
his ear. “See, touching me wasn’t so
bad, was it?”
“You’re bad,”
he murmured, shocking himself with his own playful response when he’d been so
indifferent to women for years. It was
as though this woman was rousing his sex drive, along with a more indulgent
part of him, from a long, deep slumber.
The thought was both frightening and exhilarating.
She drew her
head back and laughed. To his surprise,
the light, sensual sound eased the rest of the tension in his body, allowing
him to just enjoy the moment with her.
She gave him a
cheeky grin. “Just for the record, Mr.
Lowell, I can be very bad, depending on the circumstance.”
Meet Erika Wilde
Erika Wilde is a New York Times Bestselling author. She is best known for her super sexy Marriage Diaries series and The Players Club series, and has also co-written the Dirty Sexy Series and the Book Boyfriend Series with Carly Phillips, her best friend and writing buddy for the past twenty years. She lives in Oregon with her husband and two daughters, and when she's not writing you can find her exploring the beautiful Pacific Northwest. For more information on her upcoming releases, please visit her website at www.erikawilde.com and sign up for her mailing list for updates and news!
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