Exclusive Excerpt + Review – THE MASSEUSE by Sierra Kincade

Exclusive Excerpt + Review – THE MASSEUSE by Sierra KincadeThe Masseuse by Sierra Kincade
Series: The Body Works Trilogy #1
Published by: Berkley Trade
on December 2, 2014
Genres: Contemporary Romance
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Anna Rossi lives by one simple rule: don’t get attached, don’t get hurt. Only Alec Flynn doesn’t play by the rules…

Anna never takes on a massage client without screening him first, but the paycheck offered by billionaire Maxim Stein is too good to turn down. Stein is the richest man she’s ever laid her hands on, and, despite the risks, she trusts that she can take care of herself. After all, she’s handled difficult clients in the past. What she isn’t prepared for is getting caught in a compromising situation by Maxim’s tall, dark, and gorgeous bodyguard—or for the desperate desires he awakens in her…

Alec is dangerous. The mysterious, hard-bodied man is completely irresistible and won’t be refused, no matter what walls Anna puts up to protect herself. But as Anna falls fast for his careful ministrations and mind-blowing skills, she begins to realize that giving herself over to a man with so many secrets isn’t just putting her heart at risk—it’s endangering her life…

my thoughts

What a surprise! I really enjoyed this book! I wasn’t sure at the beginning, I was afraid it was going too slow for me, but it picked up rather quickly and I couldn’t keep my eyes off of the pages! Very well done!

Let me just say that sexy, brooding, dangerous men are my favorite type of book heroes. Sierra Kincade nailed it with her hero, Alec Flynn. Intensely protective, possessive and dominant, Alec was a force to be reckoned with. The great thing about this was the chemistry between the two main characters. Anna Rossi is a strong-willed woman who stands up to Alec, and that just intensifies the connection these two have. It was very palpable, visceral, and very erotic.

A bodyguard and a masseuse, who knew that combination could be hot as hell! There were some scenes that will have you blushing and fanning yourself for sure. The storyline was entertaining and I have to say, I didn’t see the ending coming. Now, keep in mind that this is a trilogy, so it does not include a happily ever after…yet. But, I believe good things will come from this author and this series. I am fully attached to these amazing characters,. I feel their connection, and I am hopeful they will come together again, stronger than ever. Suspense, angst, and steamy scenes, what more could you want from a solid contemporary romance? Sierra Kincade is a new author to me, and I’m so glad I found her. You will not want to miss out on The Masseuse!

Portrait of kissing very attractive couple

excerpt

“I watched you,” he said absently. “The first night after I met you, I came here and looked through this window, and saw you undressing. You’d done something to me at the house. I couldn’t explain it. I’d never felt that way about anyone.”

I swallowed, throat hot as he turned to me and moved closer, a dark heat in his eyes.

“It’s my stalker magnet.” I laughed weakly.

“Something changed that night,” he continued. “The thought of Bobby laying a hand on you, or Max fucking with you . . . I couldn’t let it happen. I couldn’t let them near you.”

He was closer, caging me against the window. He didn’t touch me, but I could feel his warm breath on my lips, his chest inches from mine. A flush heated my skin. My body yearned for contact. A rhythm had begun pulsing between my thighs, keeping beat with my accelerating heart. Behind me, the window was hard and cold, but before me was fluid fire.

“I couldn’t look away,” he whispered tightly. “Your back was against the window, just like this, and you began to move. Just a little. I had to watch closely to make sure I’d seen it at all.”

I was trapped in place, mesmerized by the growl in his voice. Afraid, not just for him but for myself as well. The fear only heightened my arousal.

“Your fingertips skimmed your shoulder.” He showed me how, just a light brush of his thumb down my neck to my collarbone and out. My pulse beat wildly. Automatically, my head tilted to the side, exposing more for him to caress.

“I wanted to kiss you there,” he admitted. His lips ghosted a trail down the same path, never once touching my skin. Staying a breath away.

“Your face turned to the side, like it does when I make you come.”

My breath hitched. My hands were fisting in the baggy sweatpants that hung off my hips.

“Did you touch yourself and think of me?” he murmured. “It drove me crazy wondering.”

I shuddered with the memory of the first time I’d wanted to be with him. Moisture dewed on my hairline. There was a clenching, deep inside. A flood of warmth.

“Alec.” My heart hurt, but my body still wanted him. I couldn’t give in to the need without the rest of me feeling whole.

“Anna,” he said roughly. “I knew then I had to have you. All of you. Not just for one night. For good. I needed to be someone you’d want. Someone worthy.”

His hand lowered over my waist, and my abdominals quivered in anticipation.

I did want him. I wanted him so badly it hurt.

“It was you,” I whispered. “The night you watched me, I was fantasizing about you.”

He was close now. His hands slid beneath my Tshirt and closed on either side of my waist, fingers spanning over my ribs. I felt small in his grasp, delicate, but powerful too, because there was no hiding the desire that tightened his features.

“Tell me what I was doing,” he said. “How did I touch you?”

We shouldn’t have been doing this. Not now when so much was happening. Alec should have been with the FBI, and maybe I should have been there with him. But one look at him, and I knew that would have to wait.

My hips pushed forward, moved by an uncontrollable need to be closer. I closed my eyes. With him touching me, everything else faded into the background.

“You wanted me so badly,” I said. “No one had ever wanted me so much.”

His breath came in one hard rush, and then his mouth was on my neck, his tongue rasping over my skin. His hands dipped below the elastic waistband, curving around my bare bottom and crushing me to him.

“How?” When I hesitated, he pushed his knee between my thighs. “Tell me.”

“Your mouth was here.” I lowered my hand between my breasts. “Here.” Over my ribs. “Everywhere.”

I clung to the window as he pushed me back. My feet flattened on the cold floor. A moment later he was easing down my sweatpants, exposing my damp skin to the cool air. My muscles quivered as a flash of heat seared through my belly. He kneeled before me, and the sight of him there, looking up at me with such devotion made my knees buckle. He caught me, steadied me against the window, while he planted one tender kiss below my belly button. Then another lower, and another below that…

About Sierra Kincade

Sierra Kincaid lives in the Midwest with her husband and son. When she’s not writing naughty books, she loves eating chocolate cupcakes, binge-watching cable series, and singing loudly in the car. She wholeheartedly believes that love stories are real, and you should never choose a partner who doesn’t make you laugh.

A few of Sierra’s favorite things:

Bad boys with dirty mouths – English Breakfast tea with two packets of Sugar in the Raw – any movie or show with a choreographed dance routine – cinnamon toast – kids who say funny things – friends who raid her pantry without asking – bootleg jeans – making lists – old Garth Brooks songs – and of course, massages.

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