Emerson Mathews is our female lead, who feels as if something big is missing from her life. For reasons unknown she is pulled to London. She thinks it is for an internship at an auction house and a possible new start with Mark, but she couldn’t be more wrong. Fate is what is drawing Emerson to London.
Alastar is drawn to Emerson for reasons that he cannot divulge, as she would not believe him. Alastar is no stranger to fate. He fights his feelings for Emerson as best he can, but he is just a man and cannot deny that fate has other plans for him. Unable to stay away, Alastar must give in to his heart and make Emerson his. However, there is more to their story than Emerson realizes. Fate is a cruel mistress and their love is cursed. What will it take to break their curse?
Find Me Alastar is a definitely a story that pulled at my heart the entire time. Reading this book as the story developed made me feel so many emotions. I wanted a HEA for Alastar and Emerson in the worst way. The emotions that leap off the pages were palpable. Although the story revolves around Alatar and Emerson, the side stories relating to Emerson’s best friend Brielle and her new boss Mr. Masters and Emerson and her boss Mark were also very entertaining. I would like to see a spin off between Emerson and Brielle. I would also like to see what happens with the characters from the Epilogue. A truly great read!
He picks up the bottle of liquor and leads me by the hand into the kitchen.
“Shot glasses?” he asks.
“Umm.” I try to think where I have seen them. “Top cupboard.”
He gets out six shot glasses and lines them up on the bench and then opens the tequila and fills them all.
I stand still and watch him, my core throbbing and wet from the feel of his cock only moments ago.
“What’s the game?” I smirk.
He kisses me and his tongue sweeps though my mouth before he lifts me to sit on the kitchen bench. Fuck, he’s hot.
“The game is called unshot.”
I frown. “Unshot?”
His mouth drops to my breast through my shirt and he bites my nipple.
“For every shot that I drink, I get to take a piece of clothing off you.”
I smile. I like this game.
“What do I get when I drink a shot?” I breathe.
His dark eyes hold mine. “You get my tongue on you somewhere.”
My insides start to liquefy and my ovaries are chanting skull, skull, skull.
He picks up his glass and tips his head back, drinking it down. His large tongue comes out to lick his lips and anticipation thrums through my body. He puts his glass down and lifts my shirt over my head. I sit on the bench in my black lace bra and skirt and stockings.
He licks his lips again and his eyes drop to my breasts. Oh, I want that tongue on me.
I pick up my glass and drink my shot and he bends to pull my bra back and takes my nipple in his mouth, quickly biting me with a hard suck. I jump and my legs open that bit farther by themselves.
He stands and drinks another shot, licks the tequila from his lips again, and lets his dark, wanting eyes burn holes in my restraint.
Holy fuck, this game is hot.
“Stand up.” He growls.
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