 Cover Reveal for… The Key (Book #2 in the Dark Path series) by KT Grant  With Erika back in Manhattan, both Chris and Max try to seduce her in the hopes she’ll choose one of them. As both men battle for her heart, a woman from Max’s past reappears, bent on revenge. Chris will ruin Max anyway he can in order to make Erika his own. However Max has something up his sleeve to insure he’s the victor, but not without a price—Erika’s soul. Releasing June 9th, 2014 The walk felt like an eternity but lasted mere minutes. When he reached the corner of his hotel, he placed Erika on her feet. Swaying, she latched onto his arms. He spotted the nervousness in her eyes, and his chest tightened. As he set his lips on her forehead, he cupped her face. “There’s nothing to be afraid of. I won’t do anything you don’t want me to. You say stop, and I will.†She spread her palm over his rapidly beating heart. “Does my safe word still apply in this situation?†“Yes, but only because it’s adorable when you scream ‘whiskers’ when you come.†She smacked him in the stomach. He curled his arm around her waist and flicked the tip of her nose with his tongue. Her face colored an adorable pink. He started walking backward and linked her hands with his. “Will you come up to my room and spend the night with me, Miss Walsh?†She dug the edge of her front teeth into her bottom lip and tilted her head, acting shy. “What if I want you to be gentle with me, Mr. Crawford?†He stopped and almost coughed as his breath caught in his lungs. “If…if that’s what I have to do in order for you to be with me, then yes.†She lifted their combined hands, slipped his thumb inside her mouth, and sucked. His dick jerked. That familiar tingling in his lower back spread around front and disembarked between his thighs. “Enough,†he snapped and drew his thumb out of her mouth. He rubbed her saliva across her bottom lip. “Give me your answer. Now.†She presented him with a smile worthy of an experienced seductress. “Yes.†The walk across the lobby took too long for Max. Erika purposely taunted him by not rushing. He would have carried her in his arms like he had on Bourbon Street, but he needed to remain in control. He always stayed at the Hotel Monteleone while in New Orleans, and he didn’t want that to change. He kept his frustration at bay while she viewed the splendor, spying the lounge off to the right and the slow moving carousel inside making up the bar. “Oh, my God, it’s a real carousel? And it moves?†She stepped toward the room, her face full of awe. “At night, they have piano music and live singing. Next time I promise we’ll sit at the bar.†Hooking his arms around Erika from behind, he rested his chin on her shoulder. “But unless you want me to fuck you on top of the bar, we should go up to my suite as soon as possible.†She laid her palm on his cheek and gave him an amused glance. “If we don’t, will you jizz in your pants in front of everyone here?†He dropped his head into the crook of her shoulder and held back a laugh. If only she knew how close he was to losing it. “Put me out of my misery, and let’s go upstairs.†She turned and, grabbing his hand, hurried to the set of elevators. She giggled loud, the sound of her joy echoing off the walls. A few people loitering, including those behind the front desk, sent Erika and him curious stares, but he didn’t care. He chuckled along with her. When they reached the elevator doors, he pushed aside her hands, so he could punch the button first. She gave him a playful pout. He returned the favor by cupping her ass and squeezing her generous flesh. “We’re grabby tonight, aren’t we?†She brushed up against him. He continued caressing those two marvelous muscular globes, exultant her weight loss hadn’t affected her posterior. “I can’t stop touching you.†“How about kissing me?†she whispered. When the elevator doors open, she yanked him inside by his collar. He slapped the button to his floor then pulled Erika into the corner. He snuck a peek behind to see if anyone waited to enter—not that he would have allowed another inside. Once the doors slammed shut, he claimed Erika’s mouth, feasting on her lips, drunk on her taste. Bio:  KT loves to hear from readers. You can drop KT an email at ktgrnt@gmail.com. You can also find KT at these fun places: Blog: Babbling About Books, and More! Twitter: @Katiebabs Goodreads Comments are closed.
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