Forty 2 Days (The Billionaire Banker Series Part 2) by Georgia Le Carre Review

Forty 2 Days (The Billionaire Banker Series – Part 2)

 AN EROTIC ROMANCE

(18+ due to mature themes and sexual content)

ISBN:

Amazon link - http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00HWKW7K2

Blurb:

Beyond the seductive power of immense wealth…dark secrets

Devastatingly handsome billionaire, Blake Law Barrington was Lana Blooms first

and only love. From the moment they touched his power was overwhelming.

Their arrangement quickly developed into a passionate romance that captivated

her heart and took her on an incredible sexual journey she never wanted to end.

The future together looked bright until Lana made a terrible mistake. So, she did

the only thing she could... she ran.


Away from her incredible life, away from the man of her dreams, but she should

have known a man such as Blake Law Barrington was impossible to escape.


Now, he’s back in her life and determined that she should taste the bitterness of

his pain.


Shocked at how rough the sex has become and humiliated that she is actually

participating so willingly in her punishment, she despairs if she will ever feel the

warmth of his touch—the solidity of his trust again? And even if she can win his

trust, loyalties are yet to be decided, and secrets to be revealed—secrets that will

test them both to their limits.

Will Lana be able to tear down the walls that surround Blake’s heart, and break

him free of the brutal power of immense wealth?


Can Blake hold on to Lana’s heart when she discovers the enormity of the dark

secrets that inhabit the Barrington family?

Lana has always believed that love conquers all. She is about to test that belief…



Excerpt

‘Dishonest little Lana,’ he murmurs, his breath hot against my skin. He runs

his hands down the smoothness of my neck into the collar of my blouse.


I begin to tremble. He watches his own fingers slip a button out of its hole

and then another. He spreads apart the joined material so my throat, chest

and the lacy tops of my bra are exposed. His cold furious eyes return to mine.

The breaths that escape my lips are suddenly shallow and quick. He smiles

possessively. He knows the effect he has on me.


‘You were by far more when you squeezed into that little orange dress and

your fuck-me shoes, and went looking for money. Look at you now; you’re

flapping around inside a man’s jacket. Two hundred thousand and you don’t

even buy yourself a nice suit.’


He tuts. ‘And this…’ He raises his hand to my hair. ‘This ugly bun. What were

you thinking of?’ he asks softly, as he plucks the pins out of my hair and drops

them on the blue carpet. Bit by bit my hair falls around my shoulders. Without

moving his feet he reaches back to a box of tissues on the table. Takes one and

starts wiping away my lipstick. Meticulously. From the outside in. He throws

the stained tissue on the ground.


‘That’s better,’ he pronounces.


I stare wordlessly up at him. He looks as if he wants to devour me. All the

time we have been apart is wiped away. It is like we have never been away from

each other. This is the man I belong to heart and soul. Without him I have been

an empty shell going through the motions.


‘Lick your lips,’ he orders.


‘What?’ I am horrified by the cold command, and yet electrified by the sexual

heat his order arouses in me. My nerves scream.


His jaw hardens; his eyes are steely. ‘You heard me.’


The tension in his body communicates itself to me. It simmers between us.

Desire ripples through me. My thighs clench tight with excitement and my

heart flutters like a crazy thing. This is how he is in my recurring fantasies.

Demanding, possessive, taking, raging with sexual need.


I lick my lips slowly.


He eyes the journey my tongue undertakes avidly. ‘That’s more like it. That’s

the mercenary bitch I know.’


One moment he is standing there cold and insulting, and the next he has

thrust a rough hand into my hair and pulled my head back. I gasp with shock, my

eyes wide, his dark. Like a desert storm he descends on my parted mouth. There

is no time even to pull one’s cloak about oneself. So sudden. So unexpected. He

tastes wild, the way the first drops of rain in the desert taste. Full of minerals.

Bringing life to all it touches.


He kisses me, as he has never done. Roughly, painfully, violently, purposely

bruising my lips, his mouth so savage that I utter a strangled, soundless cry. The

change, the extent of his anger, is impossible to comprehend. He is different.


There is no longing. Only an intense desire to hurt and have his revenge. This

is not the same man. My actions have unleashed something uncontrollable.

Something that wants to hurt me. Alarm bells go off in my head. It occurs to my

fevered brain that he is ravenous, starving. Then for some strange reason an

image of him eating thin, almost transparent slices of cheese on biscuits flashes

into my mind. How civilized he was. Then. Before I betrayed him.


I taste the fury in his kiss: blood.


And my mind screams—this is abuse. A moan gets caught in my throat,

struggles vainly, and then escapes. My hands reach up to push him away, but my

palms meet the stone wall of his chest, and as if with minds of their own, push

aside the lapels of his jacket and grip his shirt. I know what once lived beneath

the shirt and I want it. I have always wanted this man. As if my hands splayed

across his chest have communicated my total submission, the kiss changes. His

tongue gentles, but demands more surrender.


The fingers grasping my hair hurt my scalp. I feel the pain vaguely, but more

than that I feel myself begin to drown in that vortex of sexual desire. The violent,

throbbing need between my legs finds its way into my veins and flesh. Every cell

in me wants him inside me. I am on fire. One year of waiting has made me hungry

for him. I want him. I want him thrusting that enormous dick of his deep inside

me. For a year I have dreamed of him inside me, filling me. I know how good

he can make me feel. My body tries to burrow closer to him, but I cannot get

closer; his grip on my hair is relentless. Desperately I push my hips towards him

towards what I know will be delicious hardness.


As if that is some silent signal he puts me casually away from me. And I am

thrust back in a shitty back office in Kilburn High Street. What the fuck am I

doing? He casually props himself against the desk, folds his arms across his

chest, and looks at me calmly.


I cannot return the insult. I am a mess. I stand there frustrated beyond

belief, breathing hard, the blood pounding like an African drum in my head. My

knickers are wet and between my legs I ache and pulse for him. With every weak

and trembling part of me I want him to finish what he started. I want him so bad

it is shocking. I clench my hands at my sides and try to get myself under control.

I look at him, how cool and collected he is, as he watches me struggle to regain

some measure of composure.


Then he smiles. Oh! Cocky. He shouldn’t have done that. I feel maddened by

the taunting smile. How dare he? He just wanted to humiliate me.


And then I see it. Not so fast, Mr. Blake Law Barrington.


I take two steps forward, reach my hand out and put a finger on that madly

beating pulse in his throat. It drums into my skin. The frantic beat is carried

away by my blood up into my arm, my heart and into my brain. Years later I will

remember this moment when we are connected by his beating pulse. We never

break eye contact. His eyes darken. Now he knows that I know—my need may

be obvious and easy to exploit, but he is not as unaffected as he pretends to be.

He was testing his own limits of control, but it hasn’t been as easy as he expected.


‘Is it sex when I want to see you come apart?’ he asks bitterly.


A breath dies in my chest. I take my finger away from his throat. ‘What do

you want, Blake?’


‘I want you to finish your contract.’

5 Star Review:
Wow........I just finished this book and am blown away. The ending is nothing like you think it will be!!

Lana had run from Blake. Now a year later she is trying to get her life back together. She has a son, her mother is dead and the money is gone. She goes to the bank to try and get a loan to open a business with her friend Billie and who is sitting in the chair..... that's right Blake.

He's angry and hurt from her leaving, but Lana has never stopped loving him. When he tells her he wants her to finish out her contract in exchange for the loan she agrees. The next day she is back in the apartment and Blake coldly uses her body. Can she take this for 42 days? Will she find a way to earn back his love? Can she keep him from finding out about their son? And can she navigate the people who want to bring her down? Blake's fiance Victoria and Blake's father.

The twists and turns of Lana and Blake's life in those few short weeks will have you reeling. The secrets revealed will shock you. In the end you will not know how you feel about the main characters and still want to know what happens next. Ms. Le Carre has another hit!!

I was given this book as a gift from the author.

Author Bio

Georgia Le Carre lives in England, in an old 19th century romantic cottage
surrounded by a magical garden filled with fruit and walnut trees.
When she is not feeding words into her laptop, she is either curled up in bed
with a box of chocolates and a good read, or lost in a long walk in the woods.
Especially on moonlit nights. And often with the man of her dreams.

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