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Going the Distance (MF)

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: SEXTREME
Word Count: 54,840
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[Siren Classic: Erotic Contemporary Romance, public exhibition, HEA]

Brett Tanner and Austin Campbell learn that it may be more difficult than they realized to end their week-long escapade when they have to leave each other at the airport to return to their individual lives. As ambitious professionals, they work all week so that they can take turns travelling the 500 miles between New York and Toronto to find out if their budding relationship has what it takes to go the distance.

Grief, betrayal, and distance are no match for this sexy couple. As they grow closer, Brett quickly learns that Austin is an intensely sexual lover. It doesn’t matter if they are on Canadian or American soil, they indulge in one playful encounter after another.

Brett falls in love with Austin because she is an intensely sexual lover, but also because she is determined, fearless, poised, ambitious, and fiercely loyal. Austin not only shows her love for Brett between the sheets, but by providing her intelligent, accomplished, and handsome lover with the focused love and loyalty that he craves.

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4.5 STARS: "This is a wonderful story of the immediate connection made between two people. Both individual are strong, independent, driven and successful. Their commonalities provide a basis for their relationship but can also cause problems. The easiness of their time together is sweet and the banter between the two is hysterical at times. Let’s not forget the sex, OMG the sex is HOT!! Austin is a tigress between the sheets leading Brett to dub her “kitten”. Cara Addison does a wonderful job of bringing these two characters to life. I absolutely fell in love with Brett and Austin is someone I would want as a friend. Not everything is perfect with these two, as in life they both carry baggage from their past. You will need to read this book to find out if that baggage gets in the way. I really enjoyed this book and give it 4.5 stars and 4 hands down the pants." -- Donna, Guilty Pleasures Book Reviews

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STORY EXCERPT

 

They woke at eight o’clock and ordered room service, eating on the balcony. Austin excused herself to get ready. She showered, styled her hair, and applied her makeup before pulling a party dress out of the closet. She pulled on the indigo backless halter-strap dress. The fabric hugged her skin, the hem reaching just below her bottom. An extra layer of fabric covered the bodice and was ruched together at the waist.

She called out to Brett, “Hey, do you mind if I wear heels?”

“I expected you would.”

She slipped on a pair of two-toned blue Manolo Blahnik strappy snakeskin heels. She was adding a silver pendant necklace that dangled between her breasts as he walked into the bedroom to dress.

He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw her. She strutted toward him, the four-inch heels bringing them face-to-face. She kissed him, his eyes still wide in wonder. He stepped back, motioning for her to spin around. He stopped her when he caught a glimpse of her bare back. He ran his hand up her spine. “Are you wearing a bra?”

She nodded, running her finger over the clear strap that ran across the middle of her back.

“Are you wearing panties?” he asked as he inspected her ass.

“I am.” She laughed, lifting the hem to show him the tiny blue thong.

He spun her the rest of the way around as she pulled her dress back down. “I am in so much trouble.” He laughed as he kissed her. “You belong in New York.”

She was flattered. “Get ready. We’re supposed to be in the lobby in ten minutes.”

She added a few items to her clutch purse as he pulled on a pair of dark tailored pants and a deep-gray pinstriped dress shirt. He rolled up the sleeves, leaving the collar open. A black snakeskin belt and a pair of stunning black dress shoes completed the outfit.

It was almost ten o’clock when they walked into the crowded club, walking past the lineup and directly to their VIP table. A notable DJ was spinning, the dance floor packed, a sea of bodies in constant movement. Neon lights flickered as they settled into their private area overlooking the crowds. There was a mix of standing and seating space. Austin chose to stand at a table, moving her body to the music. A dedicated waitress took their order. She wasn’t sure what the bottle minimum was for their group, but assumed it would be significant. They ordered a bottle of vodka, champagne, and an assortment of other liquors. Within minutes, the waitress returned, setting up a central table with glasses, mixes, and ice. When drinks had been poured, they raised their glasses to each other. “Cheers.”

Austin slammed back a shot of vodka, motioning for the waitress to pour another. She downed the drink, setting down her glass. “Easy, kitten,” Brett cautioned, looking at her with wide eyes.

She cupped her hands like a kitten’s paw and playfully batted at his arm. “It’s okay.” She leaned in to kiss him. “I stretched my liver.” She grabbed Krissy’s and Candace’s hands, leading them to the dance floor in the VIP area. Bobbi followed when she had finished her drink. Austin was by far the tallest of the four women, standing inches above many in the room. The DJ spun a Katy Perry song, and the women danced, clearly singing along to the words. Austin raised her hand above her head, her shoulders, hips, and entire body moving in perfect rhythm to the music. It was obvious that she was having a great time.

Chet leaned over the table. “You’re one lucky bastard,” he said to Brett, nodding his head in Austin’s direction.

“I’ve heard that a few times this week,” he responded, without taking his eyes of Austin.

“If she can fuck anything like she can dance…” He didn’t finish his sentence, watching her lower her body to the music.

“She can,” Brett confirmed.

“She is something,” Chet added. “I mean…look at her.”

Brett paused. “Ya. Add in that she’s smart, talented, funny, and easy to talk to, the sex is really just a delicious bonus.”

The song shifted, and she turned to Brett, motioning for him to join her on the dance floor.

Nathan and Tim were already dancing with their girlfriends. “I’m going in,” he warned, setting down his drink.

Austin loosely draped her arms around his neck. She danced against his body. He spun her around, spooning her, mirroring her motion. She was thrilled that he could dance, and urged him on, reaching back to run her hand up his thigh. They danced to two more songs before she pulled him back to the seating area. Her skin was glistening. She drank a full glass of water before accepting another vodka with a splash of OJ. He sat down on the bench, pulling her onto his knee. She kissed him, tasting something other than vodka on his lips. “What are you drinking?” she asked, pointing to the clear liquid in his glass.

“Tequila.”

She raised an eyebrow before leaning in to kiss him again. She kissed her way to his ear where she whispered, “I want you.”

He sat back and looked at her, weighing his options. He lifted her off his knee, and stood, walking her toward the bathroom. He leaned her against the wall of the darkened corner, kissing her. “Yours or mine?” he asked, nodding toward the bathroom doors.

“Mine.”

 

ADULT EXCERPT

 

She slipped off her shorts as she walked toward him, pulling off her T-shirt as he ran his hands across her body. She pulled his phone out of his pocket and pulled out a foil packet, placing it on the nearby table before unbuttoning his shorts and dropping them to the floor. She slipped his briefs off his hips, watching him stir. She sunk to her knees, slipping his semi-hard cock into her mouth.

She sucked and swirled her tongue around him, moaning as he hardened. He brushed her hair back, watching their reflection in the mirror. “Mirrors,” he exclaimed. “I totally get why you wrote that chapter.”

He pulled her to her feet, kissing her as he ran his hands over her body. She watched his profile in the mirror as he kissed her neck. She could feel moisture between her legs as she took in the sight of his long tanned legs, his toned abs, his tight butt, and long, lean arms.

He turned her to face the mirrors, standing behind her as he cupped her breasts. She lifted her hands behind his head, running her fingers through his hair as he teased her nipples.

“You are stunning,” he exclaimed, kissing and nibbling her arm as he ran his hands over her body. “Spread your legs for me,” he whispered in her ear. He slipped his foot between hers, pressing outward. His hand was between her legs.

Her eyes were glued to the mirror, watching him move his fingers over her engorged flesh. She dropped her hand between her legs, fingering her clit before spreading her lips for a better view.

“Show me how you like to be touched,” he murmured in her ear.

She took his hand, placing her fingers over his. She guided him between her legs, moistening their fingers, coating them in her slippery, wet juices. 

He was mesmerized, torn between watching her pussy and the delicate expression on her face. 

She led his finger down one side of her swollen labia and up the other. 

“Tell me how it feels?”

Her eyes jumped to meet his in the mirror. She whimpered, biting her lip. She pulled his finger up, circling her clit. “It aches,” she whispered, “and it tingles and throbs.” She flicked his finger across her clit, gasping for breath. She flicked his finger back and forth, arching forward in response to the pleasure. “It feels like I’m empty, and I want you to fill me up.”

He pulled his finger away from hers, slipping it inside her. “Like this?”

“Two,” she begged.

“Fuck,” he cursed, nibbling her neck before slipping two fingers into her. His fingers probed, swirled, and twisted inside her. 

Overwhelmed with pleasure, she fell forward, pressing her hands against the mirror, gasping for air. “I want you to fuck me,” she cried with urgency in her voice. 

With his fingers pressing in her, he leaned over and grabbed the foil square she had placed on the table. He ripped open the package with his teeth, anxiously rolling the latex into place. His fingers pressed deep as he slid his head into her. 

“Holy fuck,” she screamed, a mixed look of anger and intense arousal on her face. He thrust, sinking deeper into her, watching her face. When she looked like she might pass out, he pulled his fingers from her, thrusting his cock hard and fast. 

“Oh my God,” she panted, forcing her hips back against him. 

He drove her hard, lifting her to her toes. 

“My clit,” she moaned. “I need you to touch me. Ple-e-ease,” she begged. 

He instantly dropped his hand, pressing against her hot, pink clit. Her body convulsed and twitched as she let out a long slow moan. 

“Don’t stop,” she begged. “Please. My God, don’t stop. I want more.”

He flicked his moist fingers across her clit, faster and faster.

“Yes,” she moaned, “more.” Her back arched and then curled as another orgasm consumed her. She looked at him in the mirror. She could see that he was on the edge. “I want to come again,” she cried, trying to distract him from coming.

 “Oh Christ, Austin. I can’t hold on much longer. Your tits are…” He couldn’t finish his sentence, his eyes closing as his cock pulsed and shook, spewing cum into her. He pulled from her.

She slumped to the floor, leaning on her arms, her hands still pressed against the mirror.

He pulled up a chair and sat down, pulling her up onto his lap. “You okay?”

She was drenched in sweat and still breathing heavily. She could barely hear him, her hearing fuzzy from the rush of blood to her core. She leaned heavily against him, exhausted. “Yes,” she whispered.

He pulled her damp hair off her neck. “You are one bad little kitty.”

“Me-ow.” She purred, kissing him. She lifted his hand and placed it between her legs, pressing his fingers against her clit. She inhaled deeply, sucking a lungful of air through her nostrils. Her shoulders quivered. “Fu-uck,” she moaned quietly.

 “You’re coming?” he asked curiously.

She nodded slightly, focused on the rush of gratification.

“I’ve barely touched you.” He turned her to face the mirror, spreading her legs, pressing them against his thighs. He watched her pussy spasm and twitch. He traced his fingers around the edge of her hole, returning to her clit to circle his middle finger against the hard pink organ. Her upper body trembled, her pussy contracting again as fluid seeped out.

“Sweet Jesus,” he muttered. “How do you do that?” His eyes were glued to the mirror.

A half smile crossed her face. “You mean how do you do that?” she whispered.

He bit her neck, urging her on.

“Don’t stop,” she pleaded.

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