A mysterious billionaire from Transylvania sets out to fulfill his grandmothers dying wish and find his true love so that he can honor a long standing family tradition.
A skeptical New Yorker who does not believe in soul mates finds herself strangely attracted to a hand-kissing Romanian count who claims she is his fated lover.
An elderly grandmother uses her magical powers to bring these two together but it is up to them to consummate their union by the full moon. Or is it all unfolding as it’s meant to be?
The challenge: They only have six days to consummate their union. Oh, and they have to be in love.
Read this excerpt from AROUSAL:
By A.C. Rose
“Have I aroused you, my love?” He was whispering, teasing me with his voice. “Have I increased your interest in me?”
“You know you have,” I breathed. “I need you to touch me.”
“Yes, I see you do. And I could … so easily … rip your panties off and take you.” He gently caressed the exposed flesh of my hip. “But this is not the time.”
“I can’t stand being so out of control.”
“On the contrary, I think you need this. You need to feel out of control to give yourself permission to surrender, to stop fighting this. It is the only way you can open to me.”
“Don’t you need it too?” I sighed, or whined, or panted, as I tried to press closer to him, wanting to feel him inside me.
“Oh yes, I need it too,” he said, grabbing my head and pulling my face to his. His tongue drove into my mouth, filling me, making me gasp for breath at first. He held my head close as he slowly moved his tongue in and out until it felt like our mouths were making love. It lulled me into a hypnotic state and relaxed me so much that with each thrust inward he was deeper. His breathing was ragged when he finally pulled away. My mouth felt raw. “Yes, I would like to take you, all of you, right here and now. But I will hold my arousal and wait for you. This is not just about sex for us. But I think you can tell my desire for you is strong.”
My whole being was humming with erotic tension and desire in that moment, but he, on the other hand, had amazing restraint.
I sighed and pressed my head to his shoulder. I felt like we should be rolling over and smoking a cigarette from what we had done with our mouths. And that we should follow up with crazy sex.
“Right now you are just aroused, my love,” he said, kissing my head. “Desire is coursing through you, and anyone could satisfy this need. But I want you to truly want me. When I make love to you, it will be because you chose me with your heart. And because you know who I am.”
“Yes, it will be, when we finally do.”