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About For 100 Nights:

Avery Ross is living a dream. After struggling all of her life to make ends meet, a chance meeting with a powerful, darkly handsome man has catapulted her into a dazzling new world of penthouse luxury, elegant parties, and a wild, consuming passion with her billionaire lover, Dominic Baine. Nothing is out of his reach in business or in pleasure, yet the only woman he wants is her. Nick sweeps her to sensual heights she has never dared explore, commanding her body the same way he commands her heart. Yet Avery knows the fantasy she’s living cannot last.   With dark secrets and a dangerous enemy haunting her past, Avery must find a way to trust Nick with the truth before it destroys everything they share. But Nick is harboring secrets of his own as well. And when they come to light, Avery will be forced to decide if the love she feels for Nick is strong enough to endure a betrayal she may never be able to forgive.   Don't miss the bestselling first book in the series, FOR 100 DAYS - available now!

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Excerpt:

Im too keyed up to return to the big, empty penthouse right away. My stepbrothers voice is on an endless loop in my head, his not-so-thinly-veiled threat looming over me like a dark ghost that I cannot shake.
Instead of taking the subway to the station closest to Nicks building, I get off a couple of stops earlier and detour on a short walk to Central Park. Seated beneath the trees, surrounded by nearly 850 acres of nature and the sounds of childrens laughter drifting over to me from the nearby carousel, I can finally breathe again.
I hardly notice the time until the shadows start to lengthen and the packs of nannies and their young charges begin to thin out.
By the time I reach the Park Place building, its nearly sundown.
I hear Nicks terse voice as soon as I step off the elevator into the penthouse. He appears in the vestibule, his phone at his ear. He looks haggard, still in his suit pants and black oxfords, his white shirt untucked and loosened at the top, the sleeves rolled up on his forearms. His gaze sears me, stark with anger . . . and relief.
Never mind, Tasha. When he speaks now, his voice is low. Unnervingly level. No. She just walked in.
He ends the call, then, without saying a word to me, strides back into the sprawling apartment and sets his phone down on the kitchen island countertop. I notice an open bottle of whisky there. Beside it is a glass with nearly two fingers of amber liquid in it. Nick downs it in one swallow.
Whereve you been?
The calmness of his voice belies the displeasure I sense in every hard line of his body. Although were separated only by the open space of the large living room, I feel as if Im still standing on the other side of the emotional wall he constructed between us this afternoon. I stare at the back of his dark head as I approach him.
I had an appointment to look at an art studio sublet this afternoon.
So I hear. Tasha told me her aunt left you in East Harlem three hours ago.
Had it been that long? I decided to stop by the park for a while afterward.
I tell myself I have no reason to feel guilty for going, yet as Nick pivots to face me now, its all I can do not to flinch. He is furious. Ive only been at the receiving end of his anger once beforethe night we nearly broke up because of my secrets. He had a similar look in his eyes then.
A look of suspicion.
Distrust.
You just take off without saying anything? Jesus Christ, Avery. I didnt even know you were interested in looking for a studio.
My own temper flares now. I didnt realize I was required to tell you my every move. Or is that also part of your terms for our relationship? Do we even have a relationship, Nick?
I know thats unfair, even as I say it. But Im still pissed at him too. Im still hurt from the fact that he shut me out today. I dont wait for his answer. Turning, I head into the bedroom to drop my purse on the dresser and take off my shoes.
Nick follows me in. Whats going on? Youre upset with me, obviously. This is how you dealby ignoring my calls and texts? Ive been trying to reach you for hours, Avery. Then I come home and youre not here. For fucks sake, I thought something happened to you. He blows out a sharp breath. I thought you left.
I look at him. Theres no question hes pissed, but Im only now seeing the concern on his face. His lips are flat, his jaw rigid. And behind the flashing anger in his eyes is real fear.
Fear for me.
Because he came home and found me gone.
Because he thought I had left him?
Im sorry. I shake my head, feeling shitty for making him worry. And I must be all kinds of awful, because that small admission that he might need me as much as I need him makes my heart begin to pound heavily in my breast. I didnt know you were looking for me. I . . . lost my phone today. The lie feels sour on my tongue. I guess I mustve dropped it on the subway or something.
Youve been walking around the city without any way to reach me all this time? He scowls, his face darkening. Thats one more reason I ought to bend you over my knee.
My breath catches and I feel my cheeks flame at that remark. Im not a child, Nick.
No, youre not. He steps toward me. And thats not what I meant.
God help me, that grim but unmistakably carnal curve of his mouth as he speaks should trigger a hundred different reactions in me. And it does, but next to shock the strongest of them is excitement. I glance away from him, unnerved by how easily this man can entice me.
His fingers are briefly under my chin, lifting my gaze back to his. Fuck the phone. It can be replaced. As for a studio, if you want space to paint, all you had to do was say so. Theres plenty of room for you to work here.
Nick, you dont—”
Yes, Avery, I do. If you have needsany needs at allI will take care of them. I have the means. I think we both know Im capable.
I lick my lips, feeling the heat of that promise wrap around my senses. Somehow I manage to break free from the spell hes casting over me and shake my head. I already put money down on the sublet. Its a shared studio with a few other artists. I need to be able to paint. Not here, but someplace of my own. I force myself to hold his penetrating stare. I need some boundaries between you and me and reality.
Reality. His face remains impassive, but there is a flicker of surprise in his eyes. Displeasure in the way his hand slowly drops away from me. This is because of what happened at lunch today?
Seeing someone you used to fuck didnt bother me as much as what happened afterward. Its the truth, even though I burn with suspicion over what Kathryn once meant to him. You shut me out today. You made me feel unimportant to you.
As shaken as I still am over my conversation with Rodney Coyle, its this current confrontation that has me trembling. I dont want to lose Nick. I dont want to lose what we have, elusive as it may be. Today I felt our connection slip, and it terrified me. Im still afraid to keep my heart open to him when I have nothing solid to hold on to.
When I start to withdraw from him, Nick traces the backs of his knuckles against my cheek, halting my retreat. His other hand slides around to my back, bringing me closer than I was before.
I told you once that I dont do relationships. Christ, I wouldnt know how if I tried. Im too selfish, Avery. I fuck things up. I hurt people. I guess today is a good example of that.
He sounds remorseful, his words careful as he strokes the side of my face.
You are important to me. This is reality. As he speaks, he takes my hand, pressing it to his chest. His heart pounds hard and heavy against my palm. Were standing so close now, I can also feel the heat and power of his body. His gaze is locked on mine, giving me no room to run. Nowhere to hide. You feel pretty damn real to me.
The temptation to give in to him right then and there overwhelming, but I need more.
Today of all days, with doubt clawing at me and my past resurrected and threatening to destroy me, I need something more from Nick than just this need for each other that neither of us can resist.
Tell me about her. Tell me what she means to you.
Kathryn Tremont means nothing to me. Ive already told you that.
But you havent told me what happened between you two.
The few details he has sharedand only because I pressed him once beforehave painted only the briefest sketch. I know she and Nick were lovers. According to him it was only for a short time soon after he first arrived in New York. I know there had been a time when his sexual needs ran considerably darker than they do now, but hes insisted that Kathryn was never part of that with him.
Since he has no reason to lie to me, I dont doubt any of the things he has divulged about his past. Its the things he hasnt shared that frighten me the most. After all, I am a master at that game too.
Kathryn and I are ancient history, Avery. Not importantneither is she.
Then why do you still hate her?
I dont hate her.
Did you love her? I have to know, even if he wont ever be able, or willing, to apply the word to me. Maybe especially because of that. Were you ever in love with her?
No.
My relief leaks out of me on a pent-up breath.
I cared for her, though. Whats more, I trusted her. His jaw seems tense, though whether in reluctance to speak about her or in memory of what happened between them, I cant be sure. I trusted Kathryn at a time when I had nothing else to give. She betrayed me. I dont allow anyone the chance to do it twice.
There is a vulnerable quality to this admission, but I dont dare take it as weakness. Not when his eyes are cold and dark with meaning. As much as he is sharing a piece of himself with me, it is also a warning.
Its one I respect, because when it comes to trust and the penalty for breaking it, Nick and I are very much alike.
Its a struggle to hold his penetrating stare, especially when the weight of my own lies and evasions are pressing down upon me even more now. He blinks, and some of the edge is gone from his gaze.
I shouldnt have left you at the curb the way I did. Seeing Kathryn made me unfit company. Wed had such a good day together up until then, I didnt want to ruin it by bringing my shitty attitude home with you. Instead, I worked off my aggression on some contract negotiations back at the office.
He caresses the side of my head, trailing his hand over my unbound hair. When his fingers spear into the loose strands to cup my nape, the feeling is so warm and possessive, I cant hold back my small, pleasured moan. If you had come home with me, I doubt your shitty attitude wouldve lasted for long.
A faint smirk tugs at the corner of his sinful mouth. Is that right?
I nod, falling deeper under the spell of his touch. Next time, talk to me. You couldve worked off some of that aggression on me.
A low groan rumbles in his throat. The tension I feel in him shifts instantly into something deeper, something needful and hungry. He descends on my mouth. Fevered, starving, he kisses me as if we havent been in each others arms for days, not just a few hours.
When he finally breaks contact, Im gasping and so turned on I can hardly see straight. His mouth trails over to the sensitive spot beneath my earlobe before moving down the side of my neck and into the curve of my shoulder.
I startle when he gives me a sharp nip.
Thats for not telling me where you were this afternoon. When he draws back to look at me, his handsome face is taut with demandand desire. Dont make me worry about your safety ever again. And never withhold your needs from me. Understood?
I slide my hands under his untucked shirt. Yes, sir.
Raw sexual energy pours off him as I stare up at him and murmur those words. Weve only played at these games a few times, enough for me to know the power my submission holds for him. His erection is already rampant, but it surges even firmer, as rigid as a thick column of stone where it presses against my abdomen.
Baby, he snarls, and then he takes my mouth again, his tongue thrusting as his hands move expediently to strip me of my blouse and bra. When my breasts are bared to him, he scoops them into his palms, kneading them harshly, his touch as primal as his kiss. His mouth is hot on mine, then savage on my breasts as he licks and suckles and fondles me into a state of near boneless arousal.
I fumble with the buttons on his dress shirt, but Im too slow. My movements are impeded by the slick, hot need thats roaring through every fiber of my being. On a wordless sound of impatience, he rips the custom-made shirt off, sending buttons scattering.


 

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Lara Adrian Bio:

lara-selfie-11-2015 LARA ADRIAN is a New York Times and #1 internationally best-selling author, with nearly 4 million books in print worldwide and translations licensed to more than 20 countries. Her books regularly appear in the top spots of all the major bestseller lists including the New York Times, USA Today, Publishers Weekly, Indiebound, Amazon.com, Barnes & Noble, etc. Reviewers have called Lara’s books “addictively readable” (Chicago Tribune), “extraordinary” (Fresh Fiction), and “one of the best on the market” (Romantic Times).   Writing as TINA ST. JOHN, her historical romances have won numerous awards including the National Readers Choice; Romantic Times Magazine Reviewer’s Choice; Booksellers Best; and many others. She was twice named a Finalist in Romance Writers of America’s RITA Awards, for Best Historical Romance (White Lion’s Lady) and Best Paranormal Romance (Heart of the Hunter). More recently, the German translation of Heart of the Hunter debuted on Der Spiegel bestseller list.   With an ancestry stretching back to the Mayflower and the court of King Henry VIII, the author lives with her husband in New England.   Visit the author’s website and sign up for new release announcements at http://bit.ly/LaraAdrianNews

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