Tuesday, 17 October 2017

Please welcome, Elena Kincaid and her modern and wintery twist on a classic fairy tale, The Beast in a Suit

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The Beast In A Suit (A Contemporary Tale)
By: Elena Kincaid

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Thanks for having me on your blog today. The Beast in a Suit is loosely based on Beauty and the Beast, a tale I have always loved. In my modern day, contemporary setting, my two characters are drawn to each other from the moment they meet, though their road to romance is anything but smooth. 


She’s no damsel. He’s no prince. Can their love still be strength enough to save them both?

Twenty years later, and the hole inside Emeline’s soul only got bigger, mourning the loss of her mother and brother and what could have been. A stranger comes along with changes to a career she loves, but will it be for the better and will he end up changing her, too?

Adam has been closed off to the world for nearly two decades, existing but not living. He doesn’t even realize the shell of a man he’s become until a woman he’s slowly falling for makes him examine his own reflection.

A modern twist on a classic tale filled with desire, passion, and one dangerous obsession. 


  As soon as the elevator door slid open, he pulled her to him and fused his lips to hers again, walking her backwards inside. His roaming hands were bolder now, cupping her breast with one hand, and her ass with the other. She thought she may actually come just from him touching her. Then she realized once again they weren’t moving.
   With a giggle against his lips, she said, “You have to press nine.”
   “Oh, right.” He pressed the button for her floor and then pushed her up against the wall.
   She felt his hard length pressing against her and emboldened herself to slide her hand in between them. He groaned when her hand made contact and then ground himself into her hand, moaning in her mouth as they feverishly kissed.
   “God, I’ve wanted you for so long, Emeline.”
   “I’ve wanted you, too,” she breathed.
   The doors slid open. He clasped her hand in his and together they briskly walked the few feet it took to get to her apartment. Once again, he was the one who opened her door. The moment they stepped inside and shut the door, their hands and lips were on each other once again. It was dark, but the lights from the street illuminated enough. 
   Her keys along with her clutch were thrown on the floor. Toed off shoes came right before he hoisted her up to straddle his hips, carrying her toward her hallway.
   “Closet,” she said when he opened up the wrong door.
   He cursed. “I’m going to take you in that damned closet!” 
   He didn’t. He continued to her bedroom, which was open, and stopped right beside the bed in the center of the room, letting her slide down to stand. Her knees felt weak, but he supported her.
   He cursed again when he couldn’t get her belt open.
  “There’s a catch inside in the back.” She turned around and then felt his fingers slide inside the belt.
   “Good. It’d be a shame to rip this pretty dress.” 
   It would, but she wanted it off as badly as he did. Thankfully, he found the catch and the belt snapped open and fell in a light clang on the floor. At least the zipper was easy enough to slide down. He did it slowly, lavishing kisses down the open trail, and then he slid the straps down her shoulders, and then the dress down her body, bending down to steady her as she stepped out of it.
   He didn’t touch her right away when he stood back up. She heard the ruffling of clothes behind her and when he turned her around to face him, he stood shirtless and she got her first look at his naked chest and washboard abs. There was a light scattering of blonde hair on his chest. She reached out with both hands and placed them on his shoulders and then she glided them down slowly, exploring the hard muscle underneath. She looked up at him when her hand reached the button of his pants and found him staring intently at her, hungrily.
   He leaned down to capture her mouth again. This time the kiss was slow and explorative as they shed the rest of their clothes, along with the pins in her hair and the tie in his. Her nipples felt like hard points, pressed against his warm, naked body, making her shudder, his unsteady breaths matching her own.
   Finally, he lifted her up again as he crawled onto her bed and then gently laid her down underneath him. He kissed her lips, her neck, and then her ear. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he whispered in her ear. He trapped her hands above her head, as he began his slow descent down her body, delivering open mouthed kisses down her jaw, to her neck, and then finally stopping at her breasts. 
   Emeline moaned loudly when Adam bit down on her nipple and then louder still when he laved away the sting. He then gifted her other breast with the same attention. He released her hands and travelled further down her body, kissing, nipping, licking as he went, until he reached her center, his soft beard adding an extra sensation.
   Her body bowed when his mouth connected with the most private part of her and he was relentless, devouring her as he had her mouth. He teased her tight bundle of nerves with just the tip of his tongue before finally laving all around. 
   With one hand in his hair and the other fisting the sheets beside her, she rode out his torture, chasing her completion, his large hands holding her inner thighs steady. When he sucked hard on her clit, she screamed, and moved her head from side to side, as her climax hit her with a force like she’d never felt before. 
   Adam moaned against her, licking and kissing until her legs stopped quivering. After one final intimate kiss, he crawled back up her body and took her lips again. “You see how delicious you taste? Better than the sweetest honey.”
   Even his words set her on fire, and again, the ache was stirring despite the amazing orgasm he had just given her with his talented tongue. And she did like the taste of herself, especially since it was mixed in with his taste, one she was already becoming addicted to.

Elena Kincaid is an award-winning and Amazon best-selling author. She writes Paranormal and Contemporary Romances with alpha males who stop at nothing to protect their women, heroines who are anything but damsels in distress, and stories where the only love worth fighting for is the forever kind of love. 
She was born in Ukraine and raised in New York, where she currently lives with her daughter. Her desk is constantly cluttered with journals, sticky notes, and torn-out pieces of paper full of ideas. When not working, Elena loves to spend time with her family, travel the globe, curl up with a good book, and catch up on her soaps.

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