Title: Hardpressed (Hacker#2)
Author: Meredith Wild
Genre: Erotic Romance 18+
Publication Date: December 9, 2013
Synopsis
In Hardpressed, the highly anticipated second book of the Hacker Series that began with Hardwired, Blake and Erica face threats that put both their love and their lives on the line.
Despite Blake Landon’s controlling ways, the young and wealthy hacker finally won the trust of the woman he loves. Internet entrepreneur Erica Hathaway broke down the walls that kept her from opening her heart and her business to Blake.
Ready to start this new chapter in her life, Erica is determined not to let anything come between them, even if that means giving Blake back some of the control he craves in and out of the bedroom.
But when demons from her past threaten their future, Erica makes a decision that could change their lives forever.
About the Author
Meredith Wild picked up her first romance novel at the tender age of twelve, and shortly after put pen to word processor and made her first attempt at writing a love story inspired by those she so enjoyed reading well past her bedtime.Her dream of writing took a back seat to college, parenthood and eventually entrepreneurship, which led her into the fast-paced and male-dominated high tech industry. With enough life experience for a few lifetimes, she now devotes her hours to writing contemporary adult romance, with a hint of kink.Her debut novel Hardwired tells the story of billionaire bad boy, Blake Landon, and the object of his obsession, strong-willed tech startup CEO, Erica Hathaway.
When she isn’t writing or mothering, Meredith can be found sunbathing with an adult beverage.
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HARDPRESSED – EXCERPT TWO
“Hey.” He caught my chin, turning me toward
him. “I’m proud of you.”
“For what? Roping you in for four million
dollars?
He laughed. “If that was all part of your
master plan, then yes, I’m extremely proud, because I never saw that coming.”
I smirked despite myself. I would have done
just about anything to avoid taking his money, and he knew it.
“Seriously though, this is a big step. I
want you to remember to enjoy the moment.”
And I did just that. Being with Blake made
every moment just a little sweeter. A lot sweeter. He gave everything a kind of
wonder that made me question how I’d ever survived the tedious existence I
called life before he walked in and turned everything upside down.
"I m, thanks to you.” I leaned in closer
and met his lips.
He cradled my face in his palm and traced
his tongue along my lips, coaxing them open, dipping into my mouth with soft
lashes of his tongue.
“Aren’t you going to ask me what’s in the
bag?”
I pulled back a fraction, breathless and a
little dazed on his taste and scent. Clean, rough, and masculine, uniquely
Blake. He turned away and unpacked the contents of the brown bag. He set out a
container of strawberries, whipped cream, and a small glass jar of gourmet
chocolate sauce.
“What kind of picnic did you have in mind?”
He held up the glass jar. “They drizzle this
amazing chocolate sauce on the lattes and confections downstairs. I guess it’s
not for sale, but when I politely explained to them that I’d be licking it off
your naked body to christen the new office, they finally obliged.”
I giggled and tried to imagine that unlikely
conversation between him and Simone. He twisted the lid off and offered it to
me. I dipped my finger in the chocolate and then into my mouth. The chocolate coated
my tongue, the taste decadent and divine, the experience only heightened by the
surety that Blake would be making good on his plans shortly.
“I thought you were opposed to office
nooky,” I said.
“This is your office. Different
rules.”
“Which I see you’re already making.” I
dipped my finger through the chocolate sauce again, but before I could make it
to my mouth, Blake pulled it swiftly into his and tongued my fingertip
suggestively.
“Take your shirt off and lie down.”
I grinned and rose slowly to my knees,
pulling my tank top off. “You’re bossy today.”
He pulled a black silk mask out of the bag
and slipped it over my eyes. “It’s not a mood, baby. It’s who I am. You'd do
well to remember that.”
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