Tuesday, November 12, 2013

Bad & Dirty Books has the Cover Reveal for Lost in France

Lost In France (Book 1) of the Firebird Trilogy

by Jani Kay
Release Date: 28th November 2013
Cover Design © Arijana Karčić, Cover It! Designs

Book Description

  Lost in France is an erotic contemporary romance novel set in Paris, the city of Love and Romance. Part 1 of 3 in the exciting new Firebird Series. 
Offered a thrilling new job, Rebecca flees her tormented past, putting as much distance between herself and her ex-lover, wanting a fresh beginning in a foreign city. 
On the airplane she meets Alain, a dangerously handsome Frenchman, who seduces her with his charming European ways. But her new boss, super arrogant CEO, Maxwell Grant, doesn't like her entanglement with the Frenchman; he wants Rebecca to himself...
Rebecca hates her boss and tells him in so many words - a career limiting move if ever there was one... 
Is Rebecca jumping from one hotter-than-hell fire into another? And will she finally find what she is looking for? 

Excerpt 1
Lost In France: Firebird Trilogy Book #1
Meet ALAIN, French winemaker and owner of a chateau in Bordeaux:

Swirling my wineglass, I watched as he confidently stirred the pot, tasting his concoction with a wooden spoon. Then he walked over to me, holding the spoon for me to taste. 
“Hmm, delicious… when will it be ready?”
“Only in a few hours, Cherie, it has to cook very slowly. To develop the flavors.”
“Oh…and what will we do in those hours while we wait, I wonder?” Deliberately licking my lips, I tried to be as sensuous as I could be, even though I was feeling a bit silly. 
“I know what you are doing, Cherie. And it’s working.” He leaned in to kiss me. “You are insatiable,” he teased, “just the way I like you.” Pivoting on his heels, he strolled back to his pot. Damn.   
A candle still wrapped in cellophane sat on the counter. 
“Mind if I light the candle?” 
Alain looked up and smiled, quirking an eyebrow. I sensed there was something special about this candle. “Sure. I bought it for later tonight. It’s a special candle.”
“Special? How?” It looked like any other candle to me.
“It’s made of soy wax. It’s all natural.”
“And?” I coaxed. The way he grinned meant there was more to it than the obvious. 
“I’ll show you later. After cooking.” He wiped the sweat on his brow with his forearm. “But light it now, Cherie. Its slow burning, it lasts a long time.”
I loved opening new things, so I eagerly removed the wrapper. The aroma of sweet mandarins filled the air as I lit the candle. That had to be what was so special about it. All natural and deliciously fragrant. 
Slow tempo French music played in the background, and the sensuous melody gave me an idea. I turned the volume up and started swaying my hips slowly to the rhythm. Checking for his reaction, I was pleased to see his eyes widened as he grinned at me. 
But no. Back to chopping the herbs, wiping the hair from his eyes. Then back to his pot, adding the herbs, stirring again. 
Try harder, Rebecca. 
Taking another swig of wine for courage, I went back to swaying my hips as I slowly unbuttoned my blouse in time to the music, humming the tune to get his attention. Jerking his head up, he watched me, his expression unreadable, but he didn’t budge. 
Shit, am I doing this right or am I making a fool of myself? 
The last button. 
Now what? 
I started this seduction, I was determined to carry it to the end. I pushed the blouse off my shoulders, letting it drop to the floor. Reaching for the zipper of my skirt, I slid it slowly down my hips, then my legs as I kept swaying to the music.
He swallowed hard. 
Ah, gottcha! 
Pretending I wasn’t aware he was watching me, I stepped out of the skirt, only clad in underwear and heels. Slowly I reached for the back of my bra and undid the clasp, letting it slip off my breasts, before discarding it with the other clothing. He’d stopped stirring his pot; he was staring at me, his mouth open.  
Running my hands over ribs and then my breasts, caressing myself, I was going for the kill. Alain had taught me to be comfortable with my body, so I closed my eyes, ignoring the butterflies in my stomach while embracing my sensuality.  
Alain hissed loudly as I rubbed my nipples with my fingers, all the time swaying my hips seductively in a grinding motion. I swallowed hard. 
Oh dear Lord, hope I don’t look fucking ridiculous. 
He let out a groan so primal and raw, my eyes snapped open. His lips curved into a delicious smile as he stood with his hand on his cock, adjusting himself in his pants. 
My breath caught in my throat. 
It’s working. 
Running my fingers over the edge of my panties, I slowly, teasingly slipped my hand under the fabric. My mouth was dry, so I stuck my tongue out to moisten my lips. His eyes were locked onto mine, he didn’t even blink. My hand slipped lower, touching my clit, I let out a soft moan. 
Alain gasped, riveted as he watched, his eyes dark with lust. He ran a hand through his hair, his lips twisted into a smile. 
I pushed the pantie down, one inch at a time until it was around my ankles. I turned my ass to him, bending over, still in my heels, as I removed the lacy scrap of fabric. Alain cursed. I giggled, peering at him through my splayed legs, licking my lips slowly, my hands on my ass cheeks. 
He let out another expletive and with a few strides he stood in front of me.
“Vixen! You win.” He lifted me into his arms and carried me to the fireplace, laying me gently on the carpet. With a satisfied smile, I watched as he ripped his clothing off as if it was on fire.
He turned back to the kitchen. No! Was he leaving me here like this? 
I admired his ass and giggled at his erection standing so proudly, but I wanted him back here. 
He turned the gas stove low and brought the candle with him, a wicked grin twisting his lips as he blew the flame out. 
“You wanted to know. I will show you.”
He sat beside me, the candle still in his hand. I watched as he tipped molten wax into his palm and rubbed his hands together. My eyes widened as he sat back on his heels and stroked the length of his cock while looking at me, never even flinching.
God, it was hot watching him. He was so sure of himself, so comfortable with his body. It was sexy as all hell. He chuckled as I licked my lips.
“Your turn.” 
He tipped liquid wax into my palm. I was surprised that it didn’t burn. It was hot, but not uncomfortably so. 
His eyes glistened as he rasped, “It’s edible too, ma Cherie.”
My breath hitched as I rubbed my palms together and placed my hands on his chest. The warm wax glided over his smooth skin, the perfect lubricant as I massaged his chest, then his abs, lower down the v of his loins till I cupped his balls with one hand and stroked his shaft with the other. I leaned down to tease his tip with my tongue, the taste of him mixed with mandarin intoxicating. 
A groan rumbled from deep within his chest. He removed my hands from his body and pushed me down on the carpet. Holding the candle at an angle, he dripped the warm liquid onto my stomach and up to my breasts. 
My turn for a massage. I wanted those slender hands all over my body. 
Mission accomplished.

Excerpt 2:
Lost In France: Firebird Trilogy Book #1
Meet Alain, Rebecca’s sexy self-appointed tour guide in France: 

The ocean was shimmering indigo. We reached a spot where several boats had anchored and people were swimming nearby in patches of pale blue water which was completely transparent. 
We sat on the rocks to rest for a while. I couldn’t resist splashing Alain with the cool water. He laughed and splashed me back. Before long, I was soaked, my blouse and skirt clinging to my body. 
“Mademoiselle, I think I want to have my way with you here on the beach,” he said as he stared down at my breasts, my nipples were hard and completely visible through my wet shirt. Laughing, I jumped up and ran away playfully, hoping he would come after me.  
He caught me within a few strides and tumbled me to the ground. His arms caged me in and I felt the weight of his body on top of me. I tasted the salt on his lips as he kissed me, passion raging through us both as the water lapped at our ankles. He kissed my eyes, my mouth and down my neck. 
“I like the taste of you all salty,” he said huskily. His head dipped lower as he freed my breasts, kissing and sucking the saltiness off my skin. He took a nipple in his mouth and sucked hard, then bit down on it before lavishing it gently with his tongue. His hand disappeared under my skirt, stroking me through the wet fabric. I didn’t know how much of this I could take. 
What if some random people found us here? The possibility turned me on even more.  
“Come,” he said as he pulled me up, “time for a shower.” I followed him up the stairs, grinning as I checked out his fine ass. I couldn’t wait to get to the shower. 
My turn now!
In the bathroom, Alain turned the shower on and placed fresh towels on the shelf. His hair hung over his forehead, his jeans totally wet from rolling in the sand. As he turned to leave the bathroom, I dropped my shirt to the floor and his eyes widened as I stepped out of my skirt and stood before him in my wet clingy underwear that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. He groaned loudly. 
“Cherie, you didn’t know what you are doing!” 
Oh yes Alain, I know exactly what I’m doing. Payback time, baby.
I fell to my knees and undid the buckle of his belt. He hissed through his teeth as I pulled the zipper down. 
“Sacrebleu!” He threw his head backward and fisted my hair, holding my head in place.  The taste of him mixed with sea salt was intoxicating. He leaned forward as if he couldn’t get enough of my mouth on him. 

 About the Author

Jani has been married for a long time to a special man, and her two children and their partners are the sunshine in her life. She is a voracious reader and would spend her last dollar on a book - always fascinated that for the mere price of a book, she can escape her world for a while and see through someone else's eyes.

Besides reading, her favorite 'thing' is traveling - she has traveled the world, learning about the ways people live and has come to the realization that no matter where we live, we all ultimately want the same things. Her hobby - Scrapbooking - keeps her up till way after midnight and her usual subjects are her family and her travels.

Ever since she can remember, Jani wanted to write stories about people, about their lives and loves. Relationships and Happiness - arguably the most difficult things to master in life and yet exactly what everyone ultimately desires (in her humble opinion).

She would love to hear from you please email her at janikaybooks@gmail.com

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