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Book - Truth or Dare
Author - Elizabeth Morgan
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Do
you dare tell the truth?
A tequila fuelled game of Truth or Dare is not Dani’s idea of fun, but when
Cameron, the jerk who rejected her a year ago is the one provoking her into
playing, how can she say no? Not that he’s giving her the option in the first
place.
Bravado compels her forward, but when the dares get physical and their friends
leave them alone, Cameron’s questions turn to her feelings for him, and
unfortunately, lying is not part of the game.
Will a dare give Dani the courage she
needs to tell Cameron the truth?
This title contains explicit language and
graphic sex.
Note: This is a previously published title. No changes have been made to
the story.
Length: 10,000 words/ 37 pages
Content:
Erotic Romance
Publisher: Elizabeth
Morgan
Excerpt:
“Well, if it’s finally just the four of us, I think it’s
about time I gave Dani her house warming gift.” Cameron walked over to my TV cabinet
and reached behind the television set.
“I’d say ‘how nice,’ but knowing you, this is probably going
to be something that will end up in my bin.”
“Fine with me, as long as we get to drink it first.”
Straightening, he turned with a bottle of tequila in his grasp.
“Way to go, bro.” Benjamin saluted him with his beer.
I cocked an eyebrow at him. “I think that’s more a present
for you than me, Cameron.”
“It’s a present for all of us.” He walked to the coffee
table and placed the bottle down. “I thought it would be a good idea if we
christened your new place.”
Suggestion flooded his eyes. It took every ounce of sanity I
owned not to squirm under his piercing gaze or let my imagination run away with
how tempting such an offer was.
“What, with vomit?”
He fell back into the armchair. “I was thinking more along
the lines of a little tequila-fuelled truth or dare.”
Kat giggled. “Oh, that sounds fun.”
“What are we, fourteen-year-olds?” I glanced between them
all.
His lips twitched. “What’s the matter, Dani? Afraid you’re
going to have to do something you might like?”
My stomach flipped. Every fiber in my body told me this was
a bad idea, but no way would I let this jerk-off laugh at me over a stupid high
school game.
“If you’re scared—”
“I ain’t afraid of anything.”
A slow smile crawled across his face. “I dare you to prove
it.”
A string of “ohs”
floated from Benjamin and Katherine, followed by more giggling.
God
help me.
“Fine.” Pushing myself up, I collected some of the bottles
from the coffee table. “I will go get the shot glasses, salt, and limes.”
He relaxed into the chair. “That’s my girl.”
“I’m not your girl, arsehole.”
Walking through the open doorway in to the kitchen, I dropped
the empty bottles into the recycle bin, then grabbed a couple of limes from the
fruit bowl.
What the hell was I doing? It was late. I had every right to
kick them out. Ben and Cam would tease me, but fuck them. This was my flat. I
could do whatever the hell I wanted. I didn’t have to play stupid games.
Taking a knife from the block, I halved each lime and then
again until they were in segments before throwing them in a nearby, semi-clean
bowl.
I wandered over to my glass cupboard and reached up on tiptoes
to find the cluster of tumblers. A large hand landed on my hip. An incoherent
squeak left me as every muscle in my body went skywards.
I gripped the cupboard shelf with a harsh curse. “What the
fuck?”
Fingertips skimmed the band of my jeans. Solid muscle
pressed me into the kitchen counter.
“Didn't mean to scare you.” Amusement lit Cameron’s voice.
“Just wanted to see if you needed any help?”
Words seemed to escape me at the feel of his rough
fingertips dancing along my waist. An involuntary shudder shook me at the
thought of his palm slipping past my waistband and knickers, of his touch
wandering lower until he found my swelling clit, pinching and rubbing the
bundle of nerves until I broke against my kitchen counter. My nipples tightened
at the idea. God, how many times had I imagined him taking me in such a way?
Working me into a frenzy before coaxing my clothes off, spreading my thighs,
and burying himself inside me…
“Not from you, I don’t.” The words were shaky as I forced
them past my lips.
His husky laughter rumbled through my back. He was so hot
and hard, I wanted to rub against him, melt into him—and I hated myself for it.
Soft lips pressed against my ear. “Why are you so stubborn?”
“Why are you so impatient? Can’t a girl cut limes and grab
glasses in peace?”
He slipped his hand round to my stomach, playing with the
button on my jeans. My legs quivered.
“Are you sure you want to play?” His voice dropped to a soft
growl. “I can think of so many other ways you and me could christen your new
place. Starting right here, right now.”
A ragged breath left me. He slid his hand from under my
T-shirt, walked his fingers up my arm, and then reached into the cupboard. He
pinned me to the counter, and I had to cut off a groan at the feel of his
impressive erection digging in to my arse.
“What do you say?”
I clenched my thighs together at the feel of moisture
flooding my knickers. My eyelids fluttered shut. “I say the day I agree to such
activities with you will be the day Hell freezes over.”
He laughed, low and rough. “You want to play the hard way,
I’m game.”
My eyelids snapped open at the sound of glass hitting wood.
Glancing down, I saw four tumblers in his grasp on the counter beside me.
“But who knows what I might ask you,” he continued.
“Ask whatever you want.” Lowering my arm, I glanced over my
shoulder. “You don’t scare me.”
His lips twisted. “Don’t say I didn’t give you a chance.”
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About the Author:
Elizabeth
Morgan is a multi-published author of urban fantasy, paranormal, erotic horror,
f/f, and contemporary; all with a degree of romance, a dose of action and a hit
of sarcasm, sizzle or blood, but you can be sure that no matter what the genre,
Elizabeth always manages to give a unique and often humorous spin to her
stories.
Like her
tagline says; A pick ‘n’ mix genre author. “I’m not greedy. I just like
variety.”
And that she
does, so look out for more information on her upcoming releases at her website:
www.e-morgan.com
Away from the
computer, Elizabeth can be found in the garden trying hard not to kill her
plants, dancing around her little cottage with the radio on while she cleans,
watching movies or good television programmes – Dr Who? Atlantis? The
Musketeers? Poldark? American Horror Story? Heck, yes! – Or curled up with her
two cats reading a book.
Where
to find Elizabeth Online:
Twitter: @EMorgan2010
Author Page: https://www.facebook.com/AuthorElizabethMorgan/
Blood Series Page: https://www.facebook.com/TheBloodSeries/
Zazzle: http://www.zazzle.co.uk/elizabeth_morgan
