Book Title: Needing You
Author: AC Arthur
Genre: Erotic Romance
Release Date: October 2014
Hosted by: Book Enthusiast Promotions
He’s a man that doesn’t need
anything…
Jackson Carrington is no stranger to success. The CEO of
Carrington Enterprises has everything: money, power, respect, and a VIP
membership to an elite national sex club called The Corporation. It is there
that he meets a mysterious and intriguing woman who disappears before he can
get to know her better. Imagine his surprise when a year later his mystery
woman shows up at his office, bringing with her long, passionate nights and
deadly secrets.
…except
her.
Tara Sullivan is living a lie, one that was inbred in her
from birth. When her unconventional sex life lands her in a witness protection
program with a professional hit out on her life, she thinks maybe it’s time to
change. Only change doesn’t come easy when murder, obsession…and Jackson
Carrington are involved.
Artist
C. Arthur was born and raised in Baltimore, Maryland where she currently
resides with her husband and three children. An active imagination and a love
for reading encouraged her to begin writing in high school and she hasn’t
stopped since.
Working in the legal field for more than twenty years now
she’s seen lots of horrific things and longs for the safe haven reading a
romance novel brings. Her debut novel Object of His Desire was written when a
picture of an Italian villa sparked the idea of an African-American/Italian
hero. To date, Artist has written in several genres including, young adult
paranormal (written as Artist Arthur, www.artistarthurbooks.com), erotic
romance as Sapphire Blue, a sensual contemporary romance following the loves
and life of The Donovan Family, and most recently a sexy paranormal series
titled The Shadow Shifters, both written as A.C. Arthur (www.acarthur.net).
Determined to bring a new edge to romance, Artist continues
to develop intriguing plots, sensual love scenes, racy characters and fresh
dialogue—thus keeping the readers on their toes!
Artist loves to hear from her readers and can be reached
through her contact form or via email at acarthur22 @ yahoo.com (without
spaces).
One Year Ago
I love to watch.
Yes, it’s a little perverted and for this intolerable sin
I’m probably two steps closer to my own personal room in Hell. Still it’s a
part of me, a full three lines in my daily itinerary. WATCH JANA GETTING
SCREWED. That’s what’s scribbled in Monday evening’s slot in big bold letters
beneath have dinner and feed Vicious.
Unlike some others I’ve heard of, I don’t watch for the
thrill of being seen or getting caught. For me, it’s totally different. I don’t
want to be caught or seen. I don’t want anyone to know—especially my
mother—that I enjoy sex. Well, I enjoy watching others have sex.
I was taught that sex was bad, that kissing, intimate
touching, and its cohorts were evil. A sin in the face of God for which I could
never repent.
At 28 years old, living on my own and working as a high
school guidance counselor, you’d think I’d be over the sin and repent thing. Or
at the very least that I’d have a better understanding of the whole philosophy.
And actually, I do.
For instance, I’m pretty sure my mother was a religious
fanatic and that most of the crap she drilled into my head was her distorted
adaptation of the Bible. She’d read that book so many times, dissecting it and
reshaping it until it said what she needed it to say for her own peace of mind.
Once I’d escaped to college and had a chance to view the
world on my own, I understood that much better. I also understood that sex
might really be overrated. Only, I liked it on a certain level. At least I
liked what I saw of it.
So, that’s what I do. I watch.
I watch and I touch myself. I even finger fuck myself to the
memory of watching.
I’m a Peeping Tom. Well, a Peeping Tomika. No pun intended.
But really, I don’t mean to make light of my actions. It’s
an addiction, an obsession. I’m constantly curious if anyone knows that I’m
watching. And if someone did know, what would they do? Would they welcome me?
Would they stop, scream, run away? Would they have me arrested?
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