*~*Star-Crossed by Luna Lacour – EXCLUSIVE Excerpt & Giveaway*~*

Title:   Star-Crossed

Author:   Luna Lacour

Genre:   Contemporary Romance

Release Date:   March 28, 2014

 

Disclaimer: This work contains explicit sexual content, language, and delicate subject matter. It is intended for mature readers.

It started with a game – seduce the new teacher.

Eighteen-year-old Kaitlyn Laurent is living the American Dream. Born into a wealthy, socialite family with more opulent surroundings and material things than any girl could even fathom, Kaitlyn is the fresh, young face amidst a sea of morally-amiss Manhattan Debutantes. She is educated, poised, and on the outside – entirely virtuous. Her life, in short, is perfect.

Or so it would seem.

Inside the walls of her Upper East Side mansion, Kaitlyn is struggling. After her parents’ divorce and her father’s remarriage to a beautiful but otherwise utterly vapid woman, Kaitlyn quickly finds herself living in a realm of self-created fantasy, completely detached and entirely clashing with her new family – particularly, her classmate-turned-stepbrother, Marius. Arrogant and with a penchant for playing games, he is intrigued and infatuated by Kaitlyn’s faux-chaste outer facade that she uses to cover an otherwise calloused heart.

When the two of them enter into into their final semester at Trinity Prep, and the buzz around campus is that a gorgeous new teacher has set foot in the classroom, Marius makes Kaitlyn a bet: seduce the man who is now her Literature teacher.

If she wins, she gets his trust fund. Money that she can use to finally escape a life that she has come to loathe.

If Marius wins…he gets her virginity.

When an initial spark turns into full-blown obsession, and her affections are inevitably returned – Kaitlyn learns that there are no actions without consequence, and some affairs are simply star-crossed.

I seriously can’t wait to read this…it’s super high on my TBR…and the excerpt we have is exactly why!

A stark chill hung in the room, and yet an undeniable warmth radiated between our two bodies. A hungry, barren pull that seemed to draw the two of us together as it always had; and what stemmed it, exactly? The fact that he was a superior; a man arguably beyond my senior. That I was his student, his pupil; his minor even given the technical legalities. That I was, all things considered, an adult on paper.

We both suffered.

He was looking at me when my chin finally tilted upwards. Each movement, every centimeter that his fingers crept across my skin, was slow and agonizing.

“I want you,” I told him. “I want you right here. Right now.”

Mr. Tennant closed his eyes, pressing his forehead against mine as his hands found my shoulders; he squeezed them gently. A sigh escaped his mouth in the softest of sounds.

When our lips met, it was as if this entire game, this entire puzzle, had all come together for a single, sole reason. For myself and Will to find each other; two suffering, ill souls who had never found that small piece of solace that each and every human yearns for. The connection of skin-to-skin and something more.

I touched his face, smooth and without any shadow of stubble. Will’s eyes were alert, flickering, startled. His breath had dropped into something shallow and quick.

Standing, I slid out of my top; the skirt followed, leaving me only in my panties and nothing else.

“Do you want me, Mr. Tennant?”

His eyes were all pupil; a dizzy, swirling ink.

“Come here,” he whispered.

I started to step forward, admittedly anxious. But he grabbed me before I could move or say anything at all.

The sheets were cold; my skin craving the warmth of Will’s hands and skin as he shed his shirt and tossed it to the floor. I grabbed the front of his jeans, unzipping them slowly as his mouth found my neck; I was slowed only by the feeling of his tongue and teeth nipping ever-so-gently. Not enough to leave a grisly mark, but enough to leave something small enough for me to see tomorrow.

He sat up, my hands still clutching denim, and I slid his pants down to the ankles. I took his erection in my hand, warm and full, and kissed it.

Will groaned softly. His hands slid up my neck and through my hair, pressing me backward on the bed.

“I want you,” he breathed against my ear, my eyes closing like the words were a fast-working drug. I was fading into the sound of every syllable. “I’ve wanted you since the first moment I saw you.”

We were naked and seized by the same shared, blood-boiling, all-encompassing want to connect. To writhe in the core, carnal pleasure that seemed to seep from every pore and every breath. I could hear the voodoo-drum beating of our hearts against the distant ticking clock; the moans stifled from abrupt, greedy kisses.

I thought about the pain, I thought about saying something. About confessing, right then, that this was my very first time. But every time my lips parted, Will’s mouth found mine, or his eyes caught my gaze in a hooded, heady fix.

He ran a finger over my lips, bitten-down and flush; his hair tickled against my cheek. I was underneath him; the length of his frame hovering just inches above mine.

“What do you want me to do to you?” he asked. “I’ll do anything. Anything you want.”

My heart was pounding; adrenaline shot through my veins like rope set aflame. I was dizzy with want, spinning with anticipation.

I kissed him, hard. Feeling the aftermath; the inevitable bruising on my lips.

“Fuck me, Mr. Tennant.”

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