Table of Contents
Excerpt
Club Belle Tori
Blurb
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
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Excerpt
Victoria awakened slowly, feeling a little lost at first, like she was unsure of where she was or what time it might be. Looking around the room, she could not tell what was amiss. Something did not feel right. She closed her eyes, trying to shake the dust from her brain, when she heard the door open, and the strong smell of coffee filled the room.
“Morning Yvette” she said, opening her eyes, “What time is…” Her voice trailed off as she realized it was not Yvette standing in the doorway holding the tray. Again she was struck by his looks, tall and elegant. He was wearing black silk pajama bottoms and no shirt. His chest was firm, finely chiseled muscles obvious, stomach tight, his skin smooth and deeply tanned. A jaunty smile sat comfortably on his lips.
“No angel, 'tis not Yvette,” his voice was soft and gentle. “It's four o'clock on a beautiful Tuesday afternoon, and the temperature is only one hundred and two degrees at the moment.”
“You let me oversleep.”
“Perhaps. I've been told as long as I bring coffee, I'll likely be forgiven.”
“Another of your talents revealed,” she laughed lightly.
“We have barely scratched the surface of my talents, love.”
God, his voice was so seductive, yet the words sounded completely natural, as if he had been born with the ability to cause her stomach to flip three hundred sixty degrees with each sentence he uttered. But deep inside Victoria knew everything he said, everything he did, was designed as part of his masterful seduction. He was trying to win her heart, her mind, and her soul.
“Then I will look forward to continuing the quest,” she purred, as he walked into the room, setting the tray on the table in front of the windows. Her mood was light, as if the events of yesterday afternoon never took place, as if she had not revealed her love for him.
“Please, join me,” Jason said, indicating the chair across from his.
“What, you're not going to serve me coffee in bed?” she asked. “Didn't anyone tell you I always stay in bed until I've had at least two cups?”
“As a matter of fact they did; however, if you stay in bed I won't be able to enjoy your naked body framed against the beautiful silk of this chair.”
Letting out a heart-felt laugh, Victoria threw back the sheet covering her body, climbed from the bed, and with slow graceful steps walked to the chair. Taking a seat, she placed her elbows on the arms of the chair, and struck a natural pose. Her breast pushing outward, her knees folded gently one over the other. Her foot poised close to his leg, she slowly moved her toes up his calf. “Is this what you had in mind, handsome?”
“For the moment,” he laughed.
She watched as he poured two cups of coffee, then lifted one and handed it to her. Taking a seat in the other chair, his eyes settled on her body, and he very deliberately moved his gaze from her toes up her legs, resting briefly at her stomach, then continuing up her chest. His tongue licked over his lips as his eyes followed the curve of her breast, up her neck, past her lips, and settled locked on her eyes. A smile turned up the corners of his mouth as he lifted the cup to take a hesitant sip of the hot liquid. Watching as his eyes raked her body, she could feel the goose bumps start. Once again needing a distraction, she put all her attention into the cup of coffee she was holding.
His laughter filled the room. “Do I make you uncomfortable, angel?”
“Not at all, it's just a little chilly in here.”
More laughter, “Good God Victoria, it's hotter then Hades in here and you know it.”
She took another sip of coffee, closing her eyes momentarily, than went on the attack. “Let's not discuss the weather, I'd much rather discuss you.”
“And what exactly is it you wish to discuss?”
With a twinkle dancing in her eyes, Victoria started, “Well first of all, let's discuss why it is I've yet to see your naked body.”
“Yes, we could discuss it, although I believe I explained it to you once already. You do remember, don't you?”
A quick flash back to the multiple orgasms and exquisite climax he had wrought, brought a smile to her eyes. “Oh, I remember very, very well, sweetheart. And one of the things I remember is opening my eyes and seeing you dressed, your explanation notwithstanding, of course.”
“Of course,” he agreed. “If your desire is to see my body Victoria, all you need do is ask.”
“Then consider it asked, my love. I want to see your body devoid of clothing.”
Club Belle Tori
Club Belle Tori, Book 1
Michelle Hoppe
Published 2016 by Book Boutiques.
ISBN: 978-1-944003-64-7
Copyright © 2016, Michelle Hoppe.
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Blurb
This is the story of two strong willed people, brought together by the scheming of their best friends. Both looking for something missing in their lives and yet neither of them able to explain what it is. When they are finally face to face, the connection between them is electric. The story takes you on a spine tingling roller coaster ride of seduction. As with all things in life however, fate intervenes, and the road to true love is paved with potholes. From tender kisses to exquisite sex, this journey will leave you wanting more. Club Belle Tori is romance, passion, and sexuality at its best.
Jason Hunter is six foot three, two hundred and ten pounds of masculine power, with dark hair and dark brown eyes. Wealthy, educated, a world traveler; Jason is more than the typical tall, dark, and handsome. He has it all and yet something important is missing in his life. He has failed to meet a woman who can share all that he treasures, that is until his best friend devises a plan to introduce him to the women of his dreams.
Victoria Lane, owner of Club Belle Tori, is beautiful, sexy, intelligent, and wealthy. Cherished by men who have shared her bed, she rules her palace of sexual pleasures with a loving hand. Open and honest, she believes society has unrealistic boundaries with regards to sex and Club Belle Tori gives her an outlet for exploring all of life's possibilities. While secretly she realizes her life would be more complete with a man to love, she battles her business partners' attempts to match her with a mysterious new member at the club.
Previously Published
(2003) Liquid Silver Books
Chapter 1
The sleek black limousine began the steep climb down the winding road to the desert floor below. Victoria Lane relaxed deeper into the seat as her mind drifted back to the first time she had made the trip up this hill sixteen years ago. Before the trees had grown so tall, before the club became “the” place to be, before she became wealthy. B
ack to the first time she had seen the mansion, majestically situated on top of this hill, overlooking the glittering lights of Las Vegas. Smiling to herself she remembered the first time she explained to her best friend, Pierre DuMonte, what it was she envisioned Club Belle Tori would become.
“We will create a place where people can live their fantasies,” she had told him. “An exclusive club with outrageous works of art, expensive drinks, and twenty of the most beautifully decorated guest rooms ever imagined.” Pierre had smiled as if he were indulging a young child, and dutifully accompanied her to the mansion, listening as she described the club.
“The ground level will be the lobby, club, and guest rooms,” she had explained as they entered the massive foyer. “We will hang life size erotic art in black frames with gold mattes here in the lobby. A reception desk will be positioned between two of them, over there,” she pointed, on the left side of the room. Spinning around with her arms outstretched, she indicated the entire room. “Overstuffed couches and chairs will be tastefully scattered around. And in front of the grand staircase we will place a large table with a beautiful vase of fresh flowers.”
Victoria remembered Pierre looking around the rooms, asking a few questions, and basically acting like he was interested. He had, without protest, listened as she explained how they would divide the upper level into two sections. “One will become a private residence for me and the other will be offices and storage,” she assured him. She knew he thought she was only dreaming. She knew he thought the club would take more money than they could come up with. Yet, here they were sixteen years later and their success was greater than either of them had ever expected.
Victoria was pulled back to the present by the sound of Pierre's voice, “Tori?”
She smiled. Her nickname sounded so sexy when he said it. Turning to face him she purred, “Yes, Pierre
“You seem deep in thought. Want to share?”
“Oh it's nothing. I was just thinking about the first time we saw the mansion.”
Now it was Pierre's turn to smile. “It's been a long, successful road, Belle.”
“That's somewhat of an understatement don't you think?”
“Perhaps. All I know is I've enjoyed every moment, and I have you to thank for dragging me into a wonderful life.”
The sound of her laughter filled the air. “Did I drag you, handsome? It seems to me it took very little effort to get you to go along with all my plans.”
“Okay, drag is the wrong word. Nonetheless, I will always be grateful for the life we have.”
“As will I my friend.”
Their conversation ended as the limo came to a stop. Stepping from the car, Victoria and Pierre moved toward a large white tent, which had been erected for their use this evening.
“So tell me why you brought me out here.”
Pierre reached out and took Victoria's hand. “For several reasons,” he responded.
“Such as?”
“Well first to enjoy the sunset from high above the desert floor,” he stated as he pointed to a brightly colored hot air balloon sitting beside the tent.”
“Sounds wonderful, handsome—any other reason?”
“Yes, I believe we need a night away from the club to relax and talk.”
“That's the one that scares me.”
“Which?”
“Talking! We have been through this too many times already.”
Pulling her close Pierre lifted her easily into the basket of the balloon. “Well first we fly,” he said. Climbing aboard, Pierre expertly handled the controls, as the balloon lifted into the air.
* * * *
At six foot three, two hundred and ten pounds of masculine power, Jason Hunter was a wealthy, educated, world traveler. With a devilish twinkle in his piercing blue eyes and lips that seemed to be forever curved with delight, he was more than the typical tall, blonde, and handsome. Women noticed him the moment he entered their line of sight and most took a deep breath as a small knot of longing hit the pit of their womanhood. At forty-two he was still single, though never without the company of a lady if he desired one.
Jason enjoyed the finer things in life: excellent food and wine, the best hotels, and fancy cars. His clothes were custom made to fit his body like a glove, and even when he was dressed for relaxing, there was something about the cut and style of his clothing that attracted attention. He walked with the confidence of a man in control. Considered charming and sensual by women, intelligent and sometimes arrogant by men, Jason exuded a commanding presence, and was very aware of the effect he had on those around him.
It had been two days since he arrived in Paris to check on the overseas offices of Hunter Consulting. His business partner and best friend, Samuel Grimes, had been getting the new location up and running for the past four months. Jason was satisfied with the setup and progress, and after two days of meetings and conference calls he was ready for some personal time. After all, Paris is the city of romance and since Sam had everything in order, Jason decided it was time to do a little sightseeing.
He and Sam had plans for dinner later in the day, so with little hesitation he dialed the office to let Sam know he would not be attending today's round of meetings. After a quick check with the front desk for messages, Jason exited the lobby of the Hotel de Paris. Turning left on Place de la Concorde, he started a leisurely stroll toward The Palais.
The early morning sun was warm on his face. People walked down the streets, cars and buses crawled along in heavy traffic, and the sounds of a busy city surrounded him. Finding a small outdoor café, which was less crowded than most, Jason located a table and ordered espresso.
While he waited for the coffee to be delivered, his eyes scanned the surrounding area, meeting momentarily with those of a nice looking woman on the other side of the courtyard. Her gaze rested on his lips and he smiled, tipped his head in greeting, and was pleased by the sweet look of desire lighting her eyes. Motioning to a waiter, Jason asked that his card be delivered to the table where she was sitting, having jotted a quick note on the back requesting she join him. Moments later he was rewarded with a nod of acceptance.
Jason's eyes lingered on the curve of her legs as she stood and walked in the direction of his table. Her body was graceful and slender; her long red hair framed a lovely face, and hazel eyes shone in the morning sun. Jason stood at her approach, extending his hand to take hers. “Bonjour,” he said with a perfect French accent.
“Bonjour,” she responded, as she placed her hand in his, allowing him a moment to lift it to his warm lips for a quick kiss.
“I am Jason, it's a beautiful day to be in Paris and my good fortune to find such a lovely lady to share it with,” he said, motioning her to a seat at the table.
With a sensual smile she replied. “Oui, Paris is a wonderful city. I am Erica; it's nice to meet you.”
The city noise slowly filtered into the background as Jason gave his undivided attention to the lovely Erica.
* * * *
Translucent pink and purple hues streaked across the evening sky, swirling and floating on air currents high above the wind-swept desert laid out below. The lights of Las Vegas shone in the distance, their brightness fighting to keep the dark evening sky from descending on their fun.
The majestic balloon softly dropped to the desert floor, touching gently as the sound of raised voices caught on the air. Victoria and Pierre climbed from the basket and strolled back toward the tent, all the while continuing the discussion that had been spinning in circles for over two hours.
“Pierre, I don't want to talk about it anymore.”
“I realize that Tori, but this conversation is not going away, and until you give in or fire me, we will keep having it.”
The look that crossed her face was one of sadistic delight, “Fire you?” she laughed. “Like you would let me, and even if I did, you wouldn't go and you know it.”
“So true Belle, and yet…”
“And yet, what?” She de
manded her patience at an end. “You know I'm not going to fire you and I know you're not going to leave, so let's have the damn discussion and be done with it.”
Pierre smiled. “We could have saved all this frustration, if only you had agreed I was right two hours ago.”
Victoria turned and playfully slapped Pierre on the ass as she ran the last few yards to the tent. She could hear his footsteps close behind, gaining on her. Suddenly, she was swept from her feet and lifted high in the air, her legs arching up as he pulled her to the ground, his body acting as a soft landing pad beneath her. He had her pinned against him, his lips nibbling on the soft flesh of her neck. “Stop squirming,” he said between tender nips.
“Hell no,” she laughed as her body wiggled more in an effort to escape.
His grip tightened and his lips attached to her ear lobe. Sucking hard he heard her moan. “Stop squirming Tori,” he stated again, his voice becoming firm.
“Okay,” she hissed between clenched teeth as her body relaxed.
Pierre released her and allowed her to roll away from him. Pulling herself into a sitting position, she smiled and in the most seductive voice turned to him and said, “I thought you wanted to talk handsome, not fuck.”
“I do want to talk Belle and you're not going to distract me from this conversation with any of your tricks. So stop looking at me like a cat with a mouse, turn off the sex appeal, and plant your ass in a comfortable position, because talking is what we are going to do.”
Victoria moved over to a pile of pillows and made herself comfortable. Glancing quickly out the corner of her eye she saw Pierre adjusting his shorts and chuckled. With very little effort on her part this conversation could be delayed once again. It was a fleeting thought though, because she was tired of it all and just wanted it over, done, finished. Since they came out here this evening with the express plan to get it out in the open once and for all, she decided to stop playing games and get down to business.
“Okay handsome, you have me in the middle of nowhere. No phones, no clients, no staff, and no distractions, so hit me with your best shot.”
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