Katie Allure
Erotic Romance
All rise…
Three sizzling-hot, deliciously taboo erotic romances to
stoke your mood.
Wrongly accused in Attorney-Client Privileges, sexy but
innocent Beth has nowhere to turn but straight into the arms of hotshot L.A.
lawyer, Jon. Can this attorney manage to get her off in time?
Liza reaches a meeting of the minds—and more—when she
unleashes her inhibitions and gives herself over to the primal allure of Main
Street lawyer Hawk in Of Unsound Mind and Body.
In Of Writs and Writhing, fearless defense attorney Pat gets
more than she bargained for when she goes toe-to-toe with New Orleans’ infamous
Playboy Judge. When things get heated both in and out of the courtroom, more
than temperatures rise.
Praise for Lawyer Up:
“The sensuality and sexuality are palpable... 4 Stars!” — Romantic Times Book Reviews
“Lawyer Up puts the sexiness back in suits and ties
(especially ties) with a collection of sizzling stories exploring how bad a
person can be in the bedroom while still keeping it legal… Best Romances of
August” — Omnivoracious, The Amazon Book Review
“Fast, fun, and definitely smoking...the old judge sure
knows how to linguistically twist an argument!” — Talk Books to Me
“Intense chemistry, great characterization, and a kinky page-singeing ending will have readers clamoring for more...” — Publishers Weekly
“Intense chemistry, great characterization, and a kinky page-singeing ending will have readers clamoring for more...” — Publishers Weekly
Three different lawyers, three naughty stories—all quick,
steamy reads that give new meaning to the term “Lawyer Up.”
Excerpt:
As Emmit reclined in his imposing judge’s chair—his seat of
power—he tried to look at ease. They were alone in his court, late at night,
and no one would bother them. He affected an air of casual perusal, his hand
idly playing with the wooden gavel. His dark brown eyes flicked over the almost
naked woman on her knees below him, but he held his countenance imperiously
impassive, bored.
Inside, however, Emmit burned with fiery, painful lust. He
found it nearly impossible to keep from jumping to his feet to rush down to
her, this woman who just a short while ago meant nothing to him—just one more
uptight, hard-nosed lawyer among the many that performed in his court. Emmit
could hardly believe that this was the same person with a reputation as an
authoritative bitch—the one everybody had called Pat-ocrat.
He understood now that the real Patricia had been there all
along, had been waiting to emerge, hiding scared underneath her icy exterior.
It was conceited, he realized, but Emmit liked thinking the true Patricia was
his discovery, his secret revelation. He felt a growing connection between
them, and the more he got to know this woman, the more he wanted her—all of
her. It was a writhing ache that grew one hundred times worse the more he
watched her kneel before him in naked submission.
She looked magnificent, utterly luscious and feminine, her
small, pert breasts thrust upward by the pull of the cuffs on her arms.
Patricia’s chest heaved as she sucked in air nervously, drawing his eyes
repeatedly to her breasts. Emmit itched to remove her bra and touch those
gorgeous tits, play with them, tweak them firmly, before lowering his head to
suck one into his wet, hungering mouth. Her hair cascaded around her bare
shoulders, giving her a girlish, natural air, the sexy lingerie a touch of the
siren. She was a fantasy come to life, and his total control of her heightened his
desire.
Emmit had always liked wielding power—he was a judge after
all—but before now he had never realized how truly dominant he was sexually.
Ordering her around was the most stimulating, thrilling thing he had ever done.
To watch Patricia wait patiently for whatever he planned to do to her next
was…unnerving…exciting…beyond arousing.
It was truly the hottest fucking moment in his entire life.
Emmit glanced back to her face and saw that Patricia was
staring at him pleadingly, clearly wondering how long he would keep her waiting
and what else he would demand of her. He locked eyes with her and allowed a
slow, sly grin to spread across his face—wanting her to know just how much he
admired the view—and was rewarded by her loud gasp. With obvious licentious
intent, he lowered his eyes to the vee where her thighs met and stared
intensely as if he could see straight through her silken panties to her wet
pussy. Patricia whimpered then and squirmed, and his cock jerked urgently.
He took several deep breaths to calm down. Shaking his head
ruefully, Emmit realized that he had complete control of her but not over his
own body. He had to get mastery over himself or he would lose it the minute
they started what he planned—and that definitely wasn’t acceptable. He chuckled
slightly at the irony, the sound harsh in the quiet space.
To buy time to master his arousal, Emmit left her there
several moments longer before he again locked eyes with her pleading ones. When
he looked to her, he was struck by a sharp—shocking—mental joining with
Patricia. The outside world ceased to exist. In that moment, there in his court
with the woman he was falling for, the power and prestige of his judgeship
meant almost nothing to him. The only thing that mattered was the authority he
had over this special woman and her willing trust in him, which bound them
together in mutual need.
It was time.
“Is the prisoner ready to perform her community service?”
Patricia quivered visibly. “Yes, I am…sir.”
His dick jerked again in response to her subservience. Was
that an accident, he wondered? Did Patricia even realize she had sounded like a
sex slave?
Cloaked in his powerful judicial aura, Emmit rose slowly. He
descended the stairs and approached her with methodical, aggressive steps,
stopping just in front of her. Then he pulled his black robes aside to reveal
the bulge in his pants. She watched as he unzipped his pants and pulled out his
thick, rock-hard shaft. Patricia gasped to see his huge, raging erection just
inches from her face. He watched as her eyes traveled up his body to stare up
at him, looking every inch the submissive fantasy of his wildest dreams.
He wanted more.
With a speaking glance downward, he asked the question—Will
you take me in your mouth?—and again Patricia gasped. Emmit wondered then if he
might have pushed her too far. He was wildly aroused by their game, but perhaps
this was just too much.
Then she smiled up at him and obediently opened her mouth…
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Biography:
Kate Allure is the creator of the Meeting Men series. She
has been a storyteller her entire life, writing plays, short stories, and dance
librettos throughout her childhood and later for semi-professional theater and
dance companies. Her non-fiction writing included working for American Ballet
Theatre and New York City Ballet and authoring a weekly arts column for local
papers. Beyond writing, Kate’s passions include traveling and exploring all
things sensual with her loving husband. Follow Kate at on Facebook, Twitter,
and at www.KateAllure.com.
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