Entrance (Thornhill trilogy book 1) by J J Sorel

“Mysterious billionaire meets sweet, and innocent voluptuous beauty in this steamy contemporary romance.”

Clarissa Moone is a young, classy, impoverished art history graduate. Her life transforms when she lands a job working for the enigmatic billionaire, Aidan Thornhill. As the contract stipulates that she reside at his lavish Malibu estate, Clarissa suddenly finds herself surrounded by jaw-dropping art and opulence. A significant step up from the run-down apartment she shares with her best friend.
Aidan Thornhill is a self-made billionaire whose earlier start in life was riddled with poverty and a dysfunctional upbringing. Running away from scandal, he joins the army and works his way up to the Special Forces. Accompanied by haunting memories, Thornhill re-enters civilian life with a million dollars gifted to him by a dying buddy. He travels to Europe where he develops a passion for art. And after many astute investments, he becomes one of LA’s wealthiest bachelors.
Voluptuous, intelligent and sensitive, Clarissa Moone’s beauty makes Aidan gasp for air. But with a reputation that is as much invented as true, he has to convince Clarissa that he is not a heart-breaker. Aidan Thornhill’s movie-star looks, love of art and passionate support for the downtrodden, soon wins Clarissa’s heart, soul, and innocence.
After living a life devoted to intellectual pursuits and art, being new to love, she succumbs to her smoldering hot boss, who stops at nothing to pleasure her, sending Clarissa off into toe-curling ecstasy.
Behind the scenes, however, the claws are out. Determined to stir trouble, three characters, one of whom, a spoilt heiress, do everything to reap revenge.
With mutual burning passion impossible to extinguish, the couple’s chemistry is so potent that their souls implode when Thornhill’s mysterious past threatens to drive a wedge between them. The former soldier goes into battle determined to have Clarissa even if it means losing everything.

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“Sorel knows how to captivate her audience and provide an absorbing tale of love, sex, and relationships. Masterful storyteller, Sorel gives her audience what they want in a bewitching style.” FIVE STARS – WordsAPlenty
“As a reader, I became lost in the story and had a difficult time putting the book down.” Charla White
“Entrance is a real rollercoaster of a romance novel with hot lustiness enough for even the most demanding reader. Very accomplished writing and a tight storyline. A definite recommend for me.” FIVE STARS – Michelle Geist
For a debut novel, author J.J. Sorel, shines above the rest!
Highly Recommended! FIVE STARS – Chicklit Café
Intriguing, Sexy and Artful
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About the author:

Born in Melbourne, Australia, I come from a professional dance background. I began writing my first book in 2009, a time-travel romance set in the Regency period.
50 Shades of Grey, was the first contemporary romance book I’d ever read. Up to that point, I’d spent my entire reading life buried in 19th century books, like Jane Austen, the Brontes, George Eliot just to name a few. Georgette Heyer and Daphne du Maurier were as modern as I got.
But then, one day, I picked up 50 Shades of Grey and couldn’t put it down. Impressed by their heart-felt, down to earth portrayal of love and sex, I quickly developed a voracious appetite for contemporary romance books. I was so inspired by the genre, that I decided to explore that world as a writer.
After completing a certificate in Writing Romance with the Australian College of Journalism I embarked on writing three books. All of which are still sitting on my computer.
Then Aidan Thornhill entered my imagination and came alive on paper. From that moment, like all emotional love stories, nothing else mattered. I fell in love. And was compelled to write, almost in a frenzy, every day without fail.
I am presently working on my second instalment of the Thornhill Trilogy, Enlighten, which I plan to publish by February 2018.

What inspired you to write your book?

I started writing in 2007. Aidan Thornhill's character came to me first and then the story followed. I thought of Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte and from there it grew. It's not exactly like that, of course. The Thornhill Trilogy has a different story to tell. However, Aidan Thornhill has a similar brooding quality to Rochester. Like Rochester, Aidan regrets his past. Clarissa Moone, like Jane Eyre, is self-contained, creative, and although gentle in nature, is tremendously smart. And, as with Jane, Clarissa's fortune rises when she receives employment working for Aidan Thornhill at his large, impressive estate. But that is the only comparison, for in Thornhill trilogy passion fills the pages early on in the story, and being a contemporary romance there is plenty of lust and a fair bit of descriptive, steamy love-making.

Here is a short sample from the book:

My muscles unwound in the salt water as I floated on my back. White gulls glided above in the cloudless blue sky, the breeze sending them on a journey to wherever. Weightlessly, I soared along with them.
Vigorous splashing suddenly woke me out of my meditation. I stood up in the water and spied Rocket chasing a ball. In his signature baseball cap and dark glasses, the sexy gardener was waist-high in the water.
As I made my way out, Rocket pounced on me to say hello, his paw leaving a scratch on my thigh. His master ran towards us. For some twisted reason, my eyes went to his wet shorts. That bulge was on full display and was impossible to miss. I immediately averted my eyes while heat engulfed me. Dripping wet, I remained frozen, pining for sunglasses. Can he read my attraction?
“I am very sorry about that. Did he scratch you?” he asked.
I checked the scratch on my thigh. It did sting a little, but I remained stoical. “It’s nothing. Don’t worry— the salt water should disinfect it.” My heart was in my mouth, and I could barely utter a clear word. He just got hotter and hotter.
“You may need it bandaged. There’s a first aid kit in one of the boats,” he said in that clit-swelling husk.
“No, that’s fine,” I said, smiling awkwardly. I really wanted to say yes, imagining his fingers visiting my injured thigh and beyond.
How stupidly bashful can one be?
Rocket stood by my side, sincere apology written in his large, soulful eyes.
He shook his head. “Boy, he likes you,” he said, patting the dog.
“He’s a cute dog.”
Although he was mysterious as ever in those dark glasses, I still sensed his gaze burning into me.
“Well, then, I’d best leave you to it,” he said, lingering. Like me, he seemed unsure. Cold comfort, really. Two shy people resulted in frustration. And frustrated was certainly how I felt watching him turn away. His butt looked delightfully squeezable. I swallowed hard as I watched his strong, athletic calf muscles flex on the soft sand.
After I returned from my little swim, I was so ravished by fantasies that I needed a session with Toy Boy. When Tabitha gave her vibrator that name, we laughed our heads off. From that moment on, I referred to my trusty, battery-operated friend as Toy Boy too.
I lay there alone in the dark. The image of his hungry hands all over me, and his big hungry penis, sent a delicious ache, making my orgasm more intense than usual. As I panted on my back, an inner voice screamed, you must find a man.