NEW RELEASE: His Marriage Demand by Fiona Murphy

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His Marriage Demand Blurb:

For two years Ria has longed to touch the fire in Drake Hawthorne’s eyes but she doesn’t dare. The hotel where she has worked has a strict hands off patrons policy and if it’s found out she’s even lingered too long in his room she’ll lose the job she’s worked so hard for. Maybe if she were more reckless and willing to step out on a ledge she would but she isn’t and she can’t. Because it isn’t just Ria’s welfare at stake but her little brother’s and she’s not able to put his happiness on the line for her own.

So she’ll keep hiding behind the meaningless wedding ring and fake husband that she knows is the only thing that has kept Drake from pushing her for more. She’s seen too many rich and powerful men like Drake Hawthorne to know they didn’t care about the havoc they left behind only the moment where they got what they wanted. Ria needs more than a moment, she wants and needs forever.

When Drake finds out there isn’t a husband he demands marriage and Ria opens her mouth to say yes until he warns her about the ending. Marriage shouldn’t come with a time limit and Ria refuses to give in. Just when it looks like forever is promised will a threat from her past cost her the future within reach with Drake?

Excerpt:

“Employees aren’t allowed to fraternize with guests. If management
finds out, they’re gone, no ifs ands or buts. Please move, Mr.
Hawthorne, I need to get back down to the front desk.”

He doesn’t move, only shakes his head. “Two years, two years of lies
from you. Where was he last time? Los Angeles, updating the systems at an oil company you said. Before he was in Atlanta, a conference. Last year he was in England.” He’s moving now, stalking me across the room.

“Employees aren’t allowed to fraternize with guests.” I repeat
haltingly, “I’m sorry, but I need this job. What you want, you can get anywhere.” I accuse.

“Do you think I haven’t tried? Believe me, I’ve tried. Two years of
cold showers and sleepless nights. Every time I left here I promised
myself I’d take the first woman who looked my way. Only none of them,
none of them looked at me like you do. As if I was everything they
wanted but couldn’t have, with hunger making your soft brown eyes go
almost black. None of them smelled like you, none of them had the soft curves that trembled when I came near. None of them made me want them the way I want you. Kissing them, I wondered what you tasted like. Holding them against me, I knew they didn’t fit me as well as you would. Two years, of apologies as my dick wouldn’t get hard because they weren’t you.”

His words hurt, the idea of him with other women. I tried not to think of him away from the hotel. It didn’t mean I succeeded, in bed when I was alone, I thought of him. I wondered who he was with, what they looked like. Then I heard what he was really saying. I’m shaking my head, no. This can’t happen, no matter how badly I want him. He’s blunt, he’s demanding and he doesn’t care about the rules because rules didn’t pertain to men like Drake Hawthorne. He’d take what he wanted and when he had his fill, he’d move on. Then I’d be left jobless and broken-hearted. If it were just me, then maybe I would take the chance. It’s not an option though, I have Justin to think of and I can’t, I just can’t.

I’m still shaking my head when his hands come down on my hips and he
pulls me to him. I barely have time to take in the feel of him against me when his lips come down on mine. His beautiful full and thick lips are as soft as I always knew they would be. One taste, I promise myself and open my lips to him. The velvet slide of his tongue is a welcome invasion and I’m as hungry to learn the taste of him as he is of me. In seconds, hunger becomes devouring and we both go up in flames. My arms are up around his neck and he pulls me tighter, as if he can’t get enough. I feel like my whole body has been lit on fire and only he can soothe the burn. Deeper, more, I need more. I’m fighting for air when he finally pulls away, his eyes have gone sapphire dark.

His voice is deep and husky, “Marry me.” It’s a command, he’s not asking.

Shock hits me, he can’t have said what I thought he said. He nods, as
if I’ve spoken. “Marry me. For two years, I’ve wanted no one and
nothing as badly as I’ve wanted you. Every time I looked at the gold
band on your finger, I wanted to yank it off and beat the hell out of
the man who’d gotten to you before me. I hated this unknown man as
much as I hated myself for burning and wanting another man’s wife.
Crazy thoughts of wanting to know everything about him then the next
moment knowing I didn’t dare. I wouldn’t stop myself from destroying
him simply for having you when I couldn’t.

Marriage isn’t something I ever thought I would do again. I’ve grown
to the idea of my ring on your finger. My ring telling all other men
you’re mine and they can’t touch you. I don’t want one night with you, I want your days and everything else I can get.

There will have to be a prenup, I won’t be stingy. When it ends, I’ll
make sure you’ll be provided for.”

He had me, I can’t believe I was about to open my mouth to say yes.
How the fuck could I say yes to a command like that? Still, I was
going to. Hearing him confess to the long nights of desperate need, I
understood all too well had me melting. Until he mentioned the prenup
and it being over. It wasn’t the prenup, men as rich as Drake
Hawthorne aren’t stupid enough to marry without a prenup, especially
after how badly his last marriage ended. It was understandable he’d
want one considered airtight the second time around. I would have
willingly signed on the dotted line to have him. Knowing he was
already seeing the end before we even began is what has me pulling
away and he lets me go. His smile is satisfied, he thinks he’s going
to get his way. Men like him always get their way. A tiny kick of
pleasure at denying someone as powerful as him gives me the backbone I need. I straighten and look him in the eye, “Thank you for the offer, Mr. Hawthorne, I’m going to decline. If you need anything further, please ring the desk.”

He’s surprised, giving me the time I need to escape his room. Drake
catches up to me at the elevator. His hand on my wrist is almost
punishing, I flinch. He lets go when he sees it. “What the hell did
you just say to me?”

I don’t dare look at him, keeping my eyes on the progress of the
elevator. “I said, no. If you need anything further, please ring the
desk.”

He yanks me around to face him. “Explain that, no, after you kissed me like you wanted to fuck me for days.”

I cannot wait to read this!

~Buy Links:~

Amazon U.S: http://www.amazon.com/His-Marriage-Demand-Fiona-Murphy-ebook/dp/B00O0BNHOQ/

Amazon U.K: http://www.amazon.co.uk/His-Marriage-Demand-Fiona-Murphy-ebook/dp/B00O0BNHOQ/

~Author Links:~
Blog: http://fionamurphyeroticromance.blogspot.com/2014/09/his-marriage-demand-excerpt.html

Amazon page: http://www.amazon.com/Fiona-Murphy/e/B00JQXOH38/

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