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The Chase
by
Jessica Wood
Release Date: May 29, 2014
~ Synopsis ~
735 to 1
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.
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.
But then 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.
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~ Excerpt ~
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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.
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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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