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Are they eating oysters or making love?
Check out this excerpt from MORE THAN JUST A PAIR OF PUMPS by Alexandra Iff
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“This looks delicious!” He murmurs as he takes the oyster to his lips, slurping it slowly. As he does, his eyes land on me and my heart stops beating.
“I love how they feel in my mouth.” He takes another one.
I'm frozen in place, entranced by him working with the small fork in one hand and the oyster in the other, separating the flesh from its shell. Then he picks up the cut lemon, squeezes the juice over it and takes it to his lips. But this time he knows I’m watching him; he looks at me just as he slurps the oyster, all in one go. His tongue slowly swirls around it and… now I’m trembling. I blink a few times quickly, my eyes landing on the oysters in front of me, and I bite my lip.
This is not happening. I am going to make it.
“Is everything okay?”
“Um, yes, everything is fine.” Fuck, I’m not going to make it. “All fine.”
I take the small fork lying on the table in front of me, pick up one oyster in the palm of my hand and start separating the meat from its shell. I’ve done this hundreds of times before, and yet, right now I feel so nervous. I successfully finish the task at hand and now all I have to do is eat it. Well, swallow it. Fuck, even the word makes me think of sex. I lick my lips before I tip the oyster toward my open mouth, desperately trying to ignore everything around me when I notice in the corner of my eye Dimitri has stopped moving. I glance in his direction at the exact moment the oyster slides inside my mouth and see him, fully immersed in what I’m doing; his lips are parted open and he swallows at the same time I do. Fuck. He may as well have just undressed me right now, I feel very naked.
“Good, right?” He deviously smirks
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Read the excerpt, FALL IN LOVE with the story, I dare you:
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Engrossed in my own thoughts I realize he’s now in front of me and Jennifer, standing a bit too close, with a slight smirk on his face and extended hand, waiting. He’s gazing at me from under his luxuriant chestnut brown hair with a few streaks of blond in it, long enough to be tucked behind the ears. His shaggy look reminds me of a rock star, definitely not in line with his classy suit. There is someone wild beneath the surface and he’s not trying to conceal it at all. Wow. His eyes, blue as the sky, are sinking into mine, anchoring themselves more deeply than I think is possible. He really is beautiful. I try to say something, I really do. But I can’t; I just stare. Everyone around me slowly fades into a blur and it’s just us, alone, eyes locked together. Blue versus green, and where they meet, a tridimensional portal opens up, exhorting me to dream. His gravitational field is too strong; I am pulled into him and I feel him touching my elbow, creating a spark—static from the floor surely—but thank god, that’s my wake-up call. I huskily inhale and land back in the office, breaking our eye contact and instantly focus on Jennifer who, by now, is wondering what’s going on.
“This is Jennifer Miles, our Assistant Project Manager,” I say quietly and point to her.
She grabs his hand and smiles broadly; thank god she has better social skills than me.
“Nice to meet you, Mr. Reeves.”
He nods at her with the same smirk he had for me and, locking our eyes again, I hear his deep voice.
“And you are…?”
“Amelia Jones.” I barely have the strength to say my name.
“Nice to meet you, Mrs. Jones.” He takes my hot, clammy hand in his and clasps it firmly, giving me some relief upon touching his cool skin. His unyielding, icy blue stare helps him bypass all my guards and it’s now penetrating deep into my pupils, clouding my eyesight again. Spellbound, I feel an upsurge of passion in my body and it’s wide of the mark; it’s simply not possible for one woman to feel all this. What is wrong with me? Embarrassed by my conduct, I lift my chin as if to say “I’m married!” and return his courteous smile. I know if I try to say something my voice will let me down, so instead, I choose to keep quiet and look away before I am taken again into his realm. He cannot possibly hold my hand all day; there are other people waiting to meet him. Steven Busfield, the slimy Head of Accounts, is introducing him to everybody and he cannot understand the hold up.
“Mr. Reeves, this way.” Steven gently pushes him towards the procession of people waiting to meet him.
He clenches my hand firmly once again, lets it go, then carries on meeting and greeting my colleagues.
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#darkromance #bestseller
“These will have to go,” I hear his voice as his hands coil around my panties and the sound of ripping slices through me like a blade.
“No!” I scream, I try to turn around, to save myself the embarrassment, tugging on the chains, yet again, stark naked. In my last crumb of hope I look back, tears pooling in my eyes.
“Look away, Milli, I’m not done,” his wretched voice clearly states what’s to come.
"Milli" by Alexandra Iff
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#CoverReveal “MILLI” by #AlexandraIff
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Snippet:
“Your fear of flying is unreasonable.”
My heartbeat is drumming like crazy and all I want is some peace in my head. Everything is fusing together, it’s deafening.
“What are you going to do about it?” I yell.
The machines make a loud whirling sound, and the plane start driving forward, accelerating faster and faster. The moment the noise is ear-splitting and the plane ascends, Sean grabs my wrists in one hand and holds me tight as suddenly I find myself fighting against him. What the hell? There is no struggle on his part, he’s stronger than me by far. With the other hand he grabs my chin and forcefully pulls me to him, leaving a kiss on my lips so potent, and brutal, it sucks the air out of my lungs completely. And when he parts my lips and inserts his tongue inside my mouth, deep, I think he consumes everything that I am. Everything that I stand for. Every molecule in my body that fought against having any connection with men, it melts away.
Just as the noise subdues the kiss dies too, he pulls back, but is still within the proximity of my heartbeat. His eyes are glued on my lips, now glossy from our kiss. “Just as I thought, perfect,” and slowly, they rise up to my eyes. Quickly, he blinks, clearing his throat, and he pulls back. “Kissing relieves tension, reduces negative energy and produces a sense of well being,” I feel the rush of air coming out of his lips as he is talking.
Peaches and cream.
The snapping of his seat belt is my wake up call. He stands up and moves back where he was sitting. “In other words, you’re welcome.”
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Synopsis
When twenty year old Eliza Cruz heads to London for the execution of her grandmamma’s will, she inadvertently triggers a series of events that take her straight to perdition, inside the devil’s lair itself.
But Sean O’Connor, the tall handsome stranger she meets en route, is always one step ahead, saving her life on a few occasions. A true Knight in shining armour.
But is he? If he really was a Knight, he’d be looking for a Princess.
Clearly, Eliza is not one.
“Shh… Quiet. Don’t let them hear you. Or else they’ll come. I don’t want them to come. This is my room. My space. A doll house that I’ve been living in since they brought me here. No windows though. Just a small dog flap at the bottom, closed with a latch from outside. But still, it’s mine. It’s the only thing I have. Why? Trust me, knowledge is not power, no matter what everyone say.”
I’ve never heard of Marquis de Sade before. But having been forced to read about him in the small confined space I was imprisoned in, on my knees, with my bottom out of that wretched hole, I now know who Milli was. Her sexual gratification depended on suffering physical pain and humiliation imposed by others. And they are priming me for the same.
For the big cull, as they say.

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Hey girls, I've been writing something exciting for the past year and today I wanted to share it with you.
Here it is, 300 words from "Milli" my new novel, out on March 2017.
The blurb is not ready yet, I apologize. :)
http://alexandraiff.com/2016/12/december-24th-2016/
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