Book & Author Details:
The Rental by Rebecca Berto
(The Rental #1)
Publication date: September 22nd 2014
Genres: Adult, Erotica,
At first, Rick Delaney watched Vee Wyland with the hungry eyes of a fox as if she were a rabbit … his rabbit. But one day, he slunk away without notice.
Months away from graduating high school, Vee’s life is on the verge of crumbling. At home, dire finances and long hours test her family. Her boyfriend hardly pays attention to her. And she can’t shake her feelings for his older brother, Rick.
Then, all in one night, tragedy tears her teetering life into shreds.
When Rick and Vee reunite, the sparks fly. However, she unwittingly signs away a future for both of them. In his world, a place called The Rental, she becomes Victoria and Rick becomes Rhett. One part of her watches with fascination, while the other unfurls and embraces her sexual awakening. It began as a game, but the consequences are real.
Following their heart’s desire is forbidden, but walking away could strip their hope for a future.
The Rental is an erotic romance that explores how sex isn’t purely physical; sometimes, it’s a gateway to your soul.
Months away from graduating high school, Vee’s life is on the verge of crumbling. At home, dire finances and long hours test her family. Her boyfriend hardly pays attention to her. And she can’t shake her feelings for his older brother, Rick.
Then, all in one night, tragedy tears her teetering life into shreds.
When Rick and Vee reunite, the sparks fly. However, she unwittingly signs away a future for both of them. In his world, a place called The Rental, she becomes Victoria and Rick becomes Rhett. One part of her watches with fascination, while the other unfurls and embraces her sexual awakening. It began as a game, but the consequences are real.
Following their heart’s desire is forbidden, but walking away could strip their hope for a future.
The Rental is an erotic romance that explores how sex isn’t purely physical; sometimes, it’s a gateway to your soul.
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Excerpt:
The Strippers:
The strippers arrived at
midnight, and we could hear their voices from the entry oozing with sex. They
went to the garage and everyone crowded around, even those who lurked in small
groups outside the front or inside the living room. But the crowd was too large
and people spilled into the paved section out the back. Cara, myself, and the
other girls linked hands and pushed with the crowd to secure a good spot.
We were in the second row in a
circle. In the centre were three chairs, and two guys helped set up poles. To
the side lay a long table with some gifts for Rick. I wanted to give Rick my
own personal gift, although the girls freeloaded tonight. He and I were barely
friends, but I felt compelled to get him something. On one side of the gift
table was a box with a slot at the top. I left momentarily to put a ten-dollar
note in, and then returned to watch.
It took fifteen minutes for
everything to begin but when it did, my heart sped up, and I could hardly think
past the excitement. The memory of Rick and me in the laundry had my heart
fluttering yet pounding with confusion, and all I knew was I wanted to see more
of this guy.
Justin stood in a clump of guys on
the opposite side. I hadn’t seen him for over an hour now, and I kept holding
my gaze his way in hope he looked, but he was interested in what was about to
unfold. He fell into a daze, stared at something or nothing, and then snapped
himself back to the scene.
But, Rick—he watched me and held my
gaze.
He stood with his arms crossed over
his chest. Did he know his biceps bulged like that? Or two veins on either side
of his neck were strained? And his tightened lips … did he know how controlled
and stern he was? There wasn’t a side to him that didn’t appeal to me.
My mouth was dry and it became
impossible to swallow. I ran my tongue over my lips and ran my fingers through
my hair. I lifted it up over my shoulders and lolled my head to allow air. When
I looked back, Rick had a grin on his face. I feared he knew a whole lot more
than he should, probably more than I knew about my own thoughts.
They started chanting Rick’s name, so
I joined in. The strippers quickly discovered who he was and strutted up to
him. One grabbed his left hand, one his right and the other pulled him forward
with the hooks in his jeans.
“Ahem, ahem,” Justin cleared his
throat.
The middle stripper kicked Rick down
with the tip of her stiletto. He crashed into the chair, fingers curling around
the arms tightly.
“So,” Justin continued, “Rick needs
to be cleaned. He is a naughty boy who hasn’t been home for over a year. Now
he’s back and his clothes are filthy, his mouth needs to be washed out, and he
probably needs some attention down below.” Raising his voice, he said, “What do
we think, guys?”
Everyone cheered.
The DJ restarted the music as all three
strippers magnetised to Rick. One unbuttoned his shirt and tore it off. The
other was on her knees between his legs and undid his jeans. I took deep
breaths to calm down, but it was hard with Rick lounged back on the chair, arms
spread over the sides, and his hands clenched around the ends—probably to stop
himself from touching one of the girls. He widened his legs and one girl fit in
between them.
Oh, and that little, incy wincy,
teeny weeny factor he had nothing on
besides his royal blue briefs.
I wasn’t sure I could wear that
colour again.
The strippers tortured him during
their dances. He looked up and down at them or called out to the boys, but not
once did his briefs tent up. In fact, from his glazed expression, he was miles
away with consuming thoughts, such as those ones that overtook him in the
laundry earlier. He—I even dared to think—looked possibly bored as those three
slim and sexy strippers tried to please him.
The strippers continued, attending to
Justin’s requests. One opened a bottle of water and decided both her and Rick
need cleaning. She tipped her head back, breasts cradling Rick’s face and
poured the bottle down, water gushing all over them. Rick jerked back and
forward into her with the shock of the water. Another girl was behind him, and
her hands ran up and down his chest. After soothing him, she toed one of her
feet down the side of his face, down his chest, along his briefs and back. The
other danced by herself, touching her curves, and stripped for Rick to watch.
Something about their confidence
reeled in my interest. The way they laughed louder, danced more seductively,
flirted heavily with what they could and couldn’t do while bare-chested and
near naked looked natural. My body flushed, but it had nothing to do with
embarrassment. A sensation had released in me, and it was similar to when I
slammed into Rick’s chest at my house.
Two of Rick’s friends soon sat down
in the chairs next to Rick, and the strippers departed. They gave both of the
other two lap dances. Apparently, Rick would get some more attention later, but
he called it quits for now, needing ‘space.’
I left also, heading to the laundry
room. Ditching that cool cup of ice water had been a mistake. I needed a bath
of ice water. And a fan.
Author Bio:
Rebecca Berto writes stories about love and relationships. She gets a thrill when her readers are emotional reading her books, and gets even more of a kick when they tell her so. She's strangely imaginative, spends too much time on her computer, and is certifiably crazy when she works on her fiction.
Rebecca Berto lives in Melbourne, Australia with her boyfriend and their pets.
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