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REVIEWS for The Executive's Wife [The Wives Tales 2]

5 Stars: 2006 Reviewers' Choice Award Nominee: "Once again Lara Santiago has written an intriguing and engaging story in The Executive's Wife. Having waited ever so patiently for this follow up to The Miner's Wife, I can honestly say it was worth it. Sophie and Matt have an explosive chemistry which is immediately apparent. Initially, they are concerned with the employer/employee relationship but once the Tiberius Group institutes its changes, all bets are off. Matt will use any means at his disposal to get the one woman he wants. Sophie's character may seem a little unruffled at first, but it is soon obvious that she's got a will of steel and will do anything in her power to help those that she loves. The premise of this story follows the previous in that Matt is bio-genetically engineered but there are subtle differences. The adversity that they immediately face in their marriage adds an intensity and urgency to their relationship which is revealed in their frequent lovemaking. In addition to all of that, this well paced story also has a lot of suspense and even a few surprising twists in the plot. The Executive's Wife is a must read for fans of Ms. Santiago as well as the Wives Tales." —Trang, Ecataromance 

4.5 Stars/Hot: "The Wives Tales 2: The Executive’s Wife was refreshing and scary at the same time. I’m sure someone in the world would love nothing more than to see women’s rights taken away and Lara Santiago presented what would happen in detail. The fact that Sophie got the man she always wanted was good fortune, but life did not work out so well for her sister. I’m dying to read [Hannah's] story, but I was more than satisfied with The Wives Tales 2: The Executive’s Wife. Sophie and Matt were dynamic characters that kept me turning the pages. I wanted to see more of them and the love they shared. Their sex life was stimulating and well earned. Matt’s father was obnoxious as well as determined. The man just would not give up on his dream for his son. It was more like an obsession. I had to give him credit for his gumption. Moreover, he made the story more interesting. After reading The Executive’s Wife, I am greedy for more. While I wait for the next installment, I plan to read the first Wives Tale [The Miner's Wife]." —Suni Farrar, Just Erotic Romance Reviews

4.5 Kisses: "Lara Santiago is a very talented author and the men in her books are absolutely to die for. Matt is honest, straightforward, sexy, protective and a loving alpha male that no woman could resist (or would want to). He doesn't hide from his feelings which is very refreshing and even shows his vulnerability to the woman he loves. Sophie is funny, kind, and a wonderful mate for Matthew. The heady combination of these two characters makes the intensely erotic love scenes even hotter. I recommend reading The Executive's Wife and look forward reading more pieces written by Lara Santiago!"  —Kerin, Two Lips Reviews

4 Blue Ribbons: "I thoroughly enjoyed this book because there is so much happening in the plot. Two people who love each other finally come together, but Matt's family uses every underhanded trick in the book to split them up. An ex-girlfriend thrown into the mix really doesn't help things. Love scenes are highly erotic with a burning intensity that will leave readers panting for more. This story has everything including deception, passion, mystery and manipulation. Lara Santiago is a great author who has created a tale that is sure to stick with readers long after it's over." —Angel, Romance Junkies

4 Angels: "Lara Santiago once again pens a compelling and erotic drama surrounding the Tiberius Group. Sophie is a strong, determined and very intelligent woman who is facing a changing world. Her only securities are her wits and soon, Matthew's arms, but even that seems tenuous at best. Ms. Santiago does a phenomenal job in creating a serious and devastating situation, and showing how love is able to triumph even the most depraved and rigid minds. Matthew is honest in his emotions. Almost from page one, he recognizes Sophie as the love he has been waiting for. When they finally are able to express their love to each other, it is wonderful to behold. With a cast of villainous secondary characters ready in the wings to cut Sophie to ribbons, Matthew and Sophie must use their heads and their hearts to find a way to succeed over not only the Tiberius Group, but over the many people determined to keep them apart. The Executive's Wife is a fabulous follow-up to The Miner's Wife. This is one series that has it all: drama, intense attraction, toad like villains, and two leads who find that love and survival must go hand in hand in these dire times." —Sarah W., Fallen Angel Reviews

"Ever since reading The Miner's Wife, I have been waiting for the release of The Executive's Wife by Lara Santiago. It was all I wanted it to be and more. Full of highly erotic and emotionally hot sex, I fell in love with Matthew almost immediately. Talk about a true hero in helping a damsel in distress; I love how Matt took care to keep Sophie safe but allowed her wings to fly, even if just in the privacy of their home. I thought Sophie intelligent and unafraid and I found myself more than once cheering her decisions.
     The Executive's Wife ties in and relates to The Miner's Wife beautifully. I love how Lara Santiago has written this series and I can't wait for the third installment."  —Talia Ricci, Joyfully Reviewed

STORY EXCERPT

Sophie didn’t want to die anymore. She was saved. Orin turned around to glare at her. One strand of hair had escaped the confines of the swirl plastered to his bald head and hung limply down the side of his face. The look he gave her after being defeated by Matthew Westland radiated pure waves of unrelenting rage.

Yeah, how dare she allow herself to be bid on by someone with more money, the nerve of her? The lock of greasy hair hanging unattractively to his chin made Sophie even more grateful he wasn’t about to be her–what was it the crazy new world order referred to this as?—her lord and master.

Orin looked the exact same way as he had on her first day of work. His nostrils flared in righteous indignation at having been thwarted by Matthew…again.

The auctioneer cleared his throat impatiently and motioned her off the stage urgently, as if she should hurry because he’d just made a bunch of money on her. She instead sauntered to the steps, earning his frown. She resisted the urge to stick her tongue out at him as she passed behind him on stage.

“If you would step over here, sir, we can officiate the contract,” the Tiberius representative said to Sophie’s future husband at the foot of stairs off the stage.

The contract of marriage these days had a whole different meaning. Promising to love and honor et cetera went by the wayside to be replaced by who got what percentage of funds spent for the bride being auctioned off.

Sophie’s worthless scum of a father, a sperm donor at best, got to have a whopping ninety percent. Eight percent went to the auctioneer, and finally two percent went into the coffers of the Tiberius group. A cut they told everyone they earned by officiating the contract and ceremony joining the couple in matrimony. Plus the forty-eight hour body scan done to ensure consummation of each and every union. They certainly didn’t want people getting married to escape Tiberius persecution.

Men being forced to have sex with whomever they married supposedly made them more cautious about their ultimate choices. But Sophie only understood the rules favored men, and they could do as they pleased regardless of their initial choices. An uncontrollable and unwanted urge to weep came over her and she fought to stay serene.

The official Tiberius marriage broker stepped up and motioned impatiently for Sophie to come off the stage. It was time to meet the groom. As if he read her mind, Matthew Westland looked up at her, still paused on stage, and smiled lightly.

From behind her, Sophie heard the auctioneer say, “We’ll start the bidding for the next bride at five thousand and see where it takes us.” She paused at the head of the steps and gazed at her groom.

“Hello,” he said warmly and held out his hand.

Sophie remained quiet, fighting tears threatening to spill over burning eyes as she descended the few steps. If she so much as uttered one word, she’d burst into loud, uncontrollable sobbing. Her desolate mood stemmed from the narrow escape with the deviant in the front row along with the general horror of the auction. Unqualified and here-to-date unknown relief now raced through her, making her very emotional. A single tear slipped out and ran down her face before she could wipe it away.

“Why the tears? Is there someone else you would prefer to marry?” he asked in a low voice, taking her arm.

Sophie reached up and wiped away moisture and shook her head. “It’s the whole auction situation I find disturbing.” She then added quietly, “And if I ever find out who authored the Working Woman’s Auction Memo, which put me up for sale in my own damn company, I’m going kick his balls up his ass.”

Matt’s eyes widened briefly but didn’t acknowledge her response. He simply led her to a room behind the stage where the funds would be paid and the ceremony performed. Sophie could smell his expensive cologne as they stood together, the scent of which sent her right back to last December and the wall she’d been pressed against when he’d kissed her that first time…and then…more.

Sophie watched him out of the corner of her eye. Her whole body vibrated with the memory of the last time they were together. He saved her, again. Maybe he remembered the kiss at Christmas. Maybe he felt something for her.

“Thank you for saving me.”

His sudden sardonic smile startled her as he whispered, “I didn’t actually do it for you.”

“Then why would you marry a veritable stranger? I can read the papers. I know you have…well, other choices.”

“You aren’t exactly a stranger,” he said, leaning in close, whispering in her now sensitive ear. “I know exactly how you taste, how you smell, and especially how you feel in my arms when you scream in climax. It’s an intriguing combination. One I found I couldn’t pass up.”

Sophie closed her eyes and felt her face go hot in memory of that supremely gratifying sensation, which had stabbed through her at his assistance long ago, as if she were experiencing it all over again. “I didn’t think you remembered. You never…” Her head bowed and she found she couldn’t finish the sentence.

“Neither did you,” he stated coolly as she felt his arm circle her shoulders.

“You were my boss,” she snapped with accusation in her tone, still unable to look him in the eyes.

“Yeah, that was my excuse, too. But it isn’t an issue any longer.” He squeezed her shoulder once and pulled her closer. “Is it? Are you ready to marry me, Sophie?”

This time she looked in his beautiful blue eyes before answering. “Yes. I would be…grateful to marry you.”

“I don’t want gratitude.”

“What then?” She sounded breathless to her own ears.

He laughed before he said, “Well, for starters, I’d like to finish what we began in the parking garage hallway. That particular experience, while gratifying in many ways, has always seemed a bit incomplete to me.”

The combination of his warm, sexy body pressed up close, his sultry voice caressing her senses, and his decadent I-want-to-fuck-you-this-second cologne wafting all around made another rush of moisture accumulate between her legs in readiness. Sophie’s heart beat so thunderously in her chest, she couldn’t speak. She took short breaths to calm herself, but with it came Matthew’s sexy scent, the fragrance of which made her insides quiver in long awaited need.

He leaned in suddenly, right into her personal space. “And then I’d like to do it some more. And then some more after that.”

“Oh…” Sophie managed to say as a rush of air whooshed out of her lungs.

ADULT EXCERPT

“I promise I’ll never say this to you again, but please don’t make a sound,” Matthew said. 

Sophie nodded her understanding yet again and felt a blush creep up to her face. No moaning or screaming out loud like she had under the mistletoe.

The only thing worse than getting caught, she decided, was getting caught and failing to succeed in their task to secure their future. 

And given the choice, she sincerely wanted a life with Matthew Westland, whatever it took.

Matthew twisted his head and placed his lips on hers, seductively teasing them open with a single lick as his hand moved further up her leg. Nimble fingertips buried themselves quickly under her skirt. His tongue quickly wrapped around hers in erotic plunder. He grabbed her underwear and tugged them down a few inches. She stifled the urge to suck in a sharp breath at his bold actions and concentrated on his lips to forget where she was.

Don’t make a sound, don’t make a sound, don’t make a sound, she chanted to herself.

Matthew had the most luscious mouth. It took all her focus to not react like she wanted to. A moan of appreciation bubbled up in her throat wanting to escape. His fingers niggled their way between her legs and stroked once, the sensation of which sent a sharp longing through her body. She was embarrassed to be wet for him already. She’d moistened up with supreme gratitude upon hearing his deep rich voice say, “one hundred thousand dollars.”

Not because she cared about his money. She honestly didn’t. No, she realized right away that with his generous bid, she’d get the opportunity to finish up what they’d started under that sprig of mistletoe. She was about to get her Christmas wish after all, albeit four months later than expected.

Moistening up was not hard for her to do when Matthew Westland said anything. Besides, it wasn’t as if she hadn’t longed for him aching through each and every lonely night since the Christmas party months ago. His magnetic presence enveloped her as powerfully now as it had back then. 

Matthew kissed a path from her lips to her throat as he pulled the crotch of her panties aside. She felt his fingers slip inside of her very moist aching core, ever so slightly brushing past her clitoris, and she stifled the urge to jump through the tinted skylight she noticed in the ceiling of the limo. She was wet and ready for him, and now he knew it, too.

Should she be embarrassed? No time.

Matthew shifted silently on the seat and prepared to mount her. Her legs were spread as wide as they would go across the leather seats now caressing her half-naked butt. She managed to relax and opened her legs wider. She opened her eyes and caught sight of the not-distant-enough newspaper in her view. It only made her tense up again, so she turned her face away and buried it in Matthew’s shoulder.

She couldn’t believe Asher couldn’t hear them. Matthew already had his zipper undone and she hadn’t heard it. She felt the ridge of his enormous cock resting on the inside of her thigh. Another thrill ran through her at the knowledge she was about to find out if he was as big as she suspected. Her first feel of him was a memory from back under the mistletoe. Those oft whispered rumors of his impressive size were not at all exaggerated…then or now.

“Ready,” he whispered. She turned away from his shoulder to look in his face and nodded her assent. She held his sexy gaze until Matthew lowered the lids of his eyes seductively, and pierced her to the hilt with one very deep and very satisfying thrust. She sucked in silent breath of unbelievable pleasure as he quickly stroked inside her again, and again and again. The immense thickness of him penetrated and stretched her core to the limit with each deep stroke of his cock. Her body accommodated him…barely, but he kept up the pace of his thrusts even as she wondered what his definition of a few strokes was. 

Sophie melted into the smooth rhythm of his powerful thrusts, relaxing to allow the pleasure of it to seep into her tingling body. She pushed her hips forward to meet his next thrust and his cock seemed to slide even deeper. Whisper quiet, Matthew drove his cock inside her yet again. The angle of his thrust almost stroked her clit with every other push and the stirrings of a bone shaking climax grew within her.

The combined scent of the leather her half-naked butt rested on with Matthew’s unique scent of starched shirt and fuck-me-now cologne tinged with the acrid knowledge of being caught caressed and yet heightened her senses. Thrust. Stroke. Thrust. Stroke. Matthew was about to make her climax. She held back fearful she’d scream like a banshee if the wash of climax took her suddenly. Thrust. Stroke. Thrust.

God, he felt incredible.  Better than she ever thought possible. She’d wanted his cock buried inside her desperately. With him  driving repeatedly into her now, sending bolts of delicious sensation deeply inside her core, she was on the verge of release. Sophie held back even though she wanted to sing, moan, and scream.

Oh, God, did she just make a noise?

Sophie heard the newspaper at the other end of the small space rustle. This was quickly followed by a choked gasp and the sharp thud a brandy glass being dropped hitting the carpeted floorboard of the limo.

“What the fuck?” Asher screeched, trying to stand as his rumpled newspaper fell aside in the center of the limo aisle.

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