Undying Love by Nelle L’Amour #SalesBlitz @givemebooksblog @nellelamour

 

Title: Undying Love
Series: Love Duet #1
Author: Nelle L’Amour
Genre: Steamy Contemporary Romance
Release Date: December 5, 2013
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An epic romance by New York Times and USA
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bestselling author Nelle L’Amour that brings together
two people who couldn’t have less in common or more to share.
He is Ryan Madewell, a devastatingly handsome Harvard grad from one of
Manhattan’s wealthiest families, who’s on his way to heading up his father’s
media empire.

She is Allee Adair, a beautiful but sassy art school grad from the wrong side
of the tracks, who dreams of living in Paris.

Despite their many differences, Ryan and Allee are instantly smitten with each
other over a sensual Picasso painting. They share a steamy, passionate love
that dares to challenge everything —including Ryan’s ruthless father, his
revengeful ex-girlfriend, and Allee’s dark secrets. Only, it may end too soon.

Here is an unforgettable love story that will make you laugh and cry. It
will stay in your heart forever. With love, there are no goodbyes.

NOTE: Due to adult content, this book is intended for mature readers. While it
can be read as a standalone, the long awaited sequel will be published on
November 08, 2017.

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When I
arrived at the Met, it was after nine. Hundreds of people were flocking out of
the front doors. I was panting. My eyes searched the crowd in desperation for
her. I hoped I wasn’t too late. Finally, after the crowd had thinned, I spotted
her. She was wearing a drab gray wool coat and a striped knit hat along with a
new pair of eyeglasses that were almost identical to the ones she’d left at my
loft. She looked worn-out as she trudged down the steps. Fuck. Maybe something
was wrong with her. I mounted the steps two at time, hoping to meet her half
way.
“Allee,” I
shouted out to her.
Her mouth
dropped open when she saw me. She galloped down the steps, attempting to run
past me, but I caught her and held her firmly in my arms. She squirmed, trying
to break away, but she was no match for my strength. I studied her face. Her
eyes were painfully sad and her cheeks were sallow. She had lost weight.
“Get away
from me, Madewell,” she begged. There were tears in her eyes.
I didn’t let go of her and, in fact, squeezed
her tighter. “Why haven’t you returned my calls?”
“Madewell,
please! Let go of me.” Her voice was watery and desperate.
“No, you’re
not going anywhere until you answer my question.”
“I don’t
belong with you. You’re too good for me.”
“No, baby,
you’re too good for me.” I pressed her even tighter against me.
Thunder
roared in the night sky.
“Please!
I’ve gotta go home and get ready for a massage client.”
Maybe she
had just been overworking. Fuck her client. I tugged hard at her ponytail that
hung out from under her funky hat. “You’re coming home with me.”
“I can’t.”
She blinked back tears. “You don’t understand—”
“Stop it!”
I crushed my lips against hers, hushing her, and pulled her down to a sitting
position on the step where we were sparring. She couldn’t resist my assault.
Her tongue hungrily met mine, and a hot bolt of energy surged through my
body.
Lightening
flashed, and another loud burst of thunder followed. The sky opened up, and
torrential rain fell upon us. But it didn’t stop us. Soaked, our embrace
deepened, the warmth of it fending off the icy chill of the pounding drops. I
don’t know how long it lasted, but she was the first to pull away. Wet streaks
rolled down her cheeks… tears, not the rain.
“Why me,
Madewell?” she asked, her voice hoarse and strained.
“Because,
Allee Adair, I’m suffocating without you. You’re the air I need to breathe.”
Cradling her in my arms, I removed her rain-streaked glasses and brushed away
the shimmering rivulets dripping down her face. Just the mere touch of her
infused me with light.
She looked
deep into my eyes, hers still watering. “Oh, Madewell, I’m so afraid.”
“Afraid of
what, baby?” I held her tear-drenched face in my hands.
Her lips
quivered. “That I’ll hurt you.”
That wasn’t possible, I thought as I swept her
into my arms and carried her down the rain-soaked steps, my lips never leaving
hers.
***
I carried
her straight into my bathroom steam room. She was shivering wet. I set her down
and rapidly peeled off her drenched layers of clothing. I removed mine just as
fast. She let me wrap my arms around her naked body and hold her close to me as
a cloud of steam warmed us. Tears were still streaming down her beautiful face,
mingling with steamy mist. I sealed my mouth over hers and kissed her deeply
and passionately. With my lips still covering hers, I lifted her up off the
water-coated tiled floor.
“Wrap your
legs around me, baby,” I breathed into her ear.
She did as
I asked, twisting her long limbs around my waist like a pretzel. I carried her
to the edge of the steamy room and pressed her against the dripping wet back
wall, just high enough so that my cock could shoot easily into her glorious
pussy. Her arms wrapped around my shoulders.
“Baby, I’ve
missed you so much.” I studied her angelic face, made dreamy in the steamy
haze. My lips latched onto to hers and pressed into another deep, tongue-driven
kiss. Her velvety breasts skimmed my chest. I groaned as my girth grew between
my legs.
“Oh, Golden
Boy,” she rasped as my mouth released hers. “Make me come.”

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I am a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author who lives in Los Angeles with her Prince Charming-ish husband, twin college-bound princesses, and a bevy of royal pain-in-the-butt pets. A former executive in the entertainment industry with a prestigious Humanitas Prize for promoting human dignity and freedom to my credit, I gave up playing with Barbies a long time ago, but I still enjoy playing with toys with my hubby. While I write in my PJs, I love to get dressed up and pretend I’m Hollywood royalty. My steamy stories feature characters that will make you laugh, cry, and swoon and stay in your heart forever. They’re often inspired by my past life.
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Reddest Black by P.T. Michelle #ReleaseBlitz @givemebooksblog @pt_michelle

 

 

Title: Reddest Black
Series: In the Shadows #7
Author: P.T. Michelle
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: October 24, 2017

 

Blurb
Passion, betrayal, and heartache collide in an
emotionally charged and dangerous chain of events that could unravel everything
Sebastian and Talia have worked to overcome.
While looking forward to a bright future with
the upcoming birth of their child, and navigating the often humorous and
overbearingly protective aspects of approaching parenthood, Mister Black and
Little Red manage to strengthen their passionate connection.
But connections can be severed in the most
insidious ways, and the power couple must learn to trust each other’s instincts
if they hope to uncover the threat determined to destroy their family.
Author’s Note: REDDEST BLACK can be read as a
standalone story, but for the richest reading experience you can always start
with the first book, MISTER BLACK, to see how Sebastian and Talia’s epic love
story began.
Books in the IN THE SHADOWS series:Mister Black (1) (Sebastian & Talia Part 1, Novella)
Scarlett Red (2) (Sebastian & Talia Part 2, Novel)
Blackest Red (3) (Sebastian & Talia Part 3, Novel)
Gold Shimmer (4) (Cass & Calder Part 1, Novel)
Steel Rush (5) (Cass & Calder Part 2, Novel)
Black Platinum (6) (Sebastian & Talia, Novel)
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Inked Hearts by Lindsay Detwiler #ReleaseBlitz @givemebooksblog @hottreepubs @lindsaydetwiler

 

 

Title: Inked Hearts
Series: Lines in the Sand #1
Author: Lindsay Detwiler
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: October 21, 2017
Blurb
“Six years, a
complex about my freckles, a love for pastrami, and a fear of failure.
That’s what he
gave me before slaughtering my heart and my faith in men.”
Suffering from the
sting of betrayal, twenty-eight-year-old Avery Johannas quits her job and moves
hundreds of miles away to Ocean City, the beach town of her dreams. With the
help of her zany roommate, Jodie, Avery finds a new career, home, and freedom.
Throughout her self-exploration, she makes only one rule: She won’t give her
heart to a man again. She’s living for herself this time.
But then she meets Jesse.
A tattoo shop owner,
the green-eyed Jesse Pearce is wild with a touch of mystery. As Jesse and Avery
explore Ocean City and their friendship, they’ll have a hard time drawing a
line in the sand between their hearts.
When summer nights
get a little more heated than either expected, they’ll have to ask
themselves: Can they let go of their notions of love, or will their
hearts be permanently inked by past pain?
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There’s some soft rock music playing when I open the door to
Jesse’s apartment. The distinct smell of teriyaki sauce permeates the room,
dancing in my nose as soon as I walk through the door.
“Hey. That looks amazing on you,” he says. He’s wearing
black jeans and a button-up shirt. He’s gelled his hair, and hints of his
cologne permeate the room.
“Thanks. I love this. You didn’t have to do it.”
“I like to treat my artists well.”
“So you do this for all of them?” I ask, setting down my bag
on the counter.
“Only the good ones.”
He leans in to kiss me, and I realize how natural this has
become. It hasn’t taken long for us to settle into couple status. In
retrospect, it seems now like it was always coming. It seems unnatural for us
not to be like this—comfortable, kissing, and together.
I’m so glad that for once in my life, I broke my own rules.
Jesse leads me to his kitchen table, which is adorned with a
dozen pink roses. I smile, gently touching the petals of one.
“This is beautiful. Thank you.”
“Have a seat. Dinner is ready.” Jesse brings out a few
casserole dishes with rice, teriyaki chicken and vegetables, and even some egg
rolls.
“Did you make all this?” I ask coyly, pretending to be
impressed.
“Yeah, it was sort of rough because I’m not that great at
cooking.”
He stares for a moment as he sets the dishes down. I can
tell he’s trying to see if I believe him.
I look directly from him to the top of the refrigerator, at
a large take-out bag with a familiar Chinese restaurant’s name. I raise an
eyebrow.
“That’s an old bag,” Jesse says, waving a hand but smirking.
“Yeah, okay. I just have a feeling this is going to taste
just like it.”
“Only because I worked so hard to get the secret recipe.”
I dig into the dishes, serving myself, laughing at the
trouble he went through. “You know, you didn’t have to dirty dishes on my
account. I would’ve been fine with takeout. I’m not a food snob.”
“That’s a good thing, because I’m not much of a cook.”
“Oh, and I am,” I say, referring to the pasta debacle.
“What a pair, huh?”
I shrug. “Could be worse.”
“I’ll drink to that,” he says, holding up his bottle of
beer. We clink bottles as we finish eating. To an outsider, I’m sure it looks
ridiculous. My fancy dress and necklace, sitting at a table eating take-out
Chinese food.
To me, though, it’s perfect. The man I’ve fallen for sitting
beside me, Chinese food, and a comfort I haven’t had with anyone else.
As much of a mystery as Jesse Pearce was a few months ago,
he’s become as familiar as my new self.
I like this new Avery. I like Jesse’s Avery. I like the
Jesse and Avery we are together.
So when we finish eating and he gives me the look I’ve come
to recognize, I lean forward, kissing him with a fervor I’ve reserved for this
moment, telling him wordlessly that I’m all his.
As he leads me back to the bedroom and hastily unzips the
dress he painstakingly picked out for me, I smile.
For a long time, I didn’t think I wanted to belong to any
man. For a long time, I thought this part of myself was shut down.
But as Jesse’s hands travel down to the familiar hot-pink
underwear I’m wearing, I feel myself let go of all of those ideas I had before.
I’ve come to realize it’s okay to be his, because Jesse
doesn’t hold me back. He makes me who I want to be. He makes me the best
version of myself.
Loving him might be a risk, and losing myself completely to
him tonight might be my undoing. Letting him go, though, is not an option, not
when he tosses me back on the bed, and I feel every part of my being succumb to
the tattooed hunk moving perfectly on top of me.
And so, after a night of learning what adult sleepovers are
actually all about and mastering the sex-hair look, I let go of my rule.
I’m all in. I’m all his.
Author Bio
An English teacher, an author, and a fan of anything pink
and/or glittery, Lindsay’s the English teacher cliché; she loves cats, reading,
Shakespeare, and Poe.She currently lives in her hometown with her husband, Chad (her junior high
sweetheart); their cats, Arya, Amelia, Alice, Marjorie, and Bob; and their
mastiff, Henry.

Lindsay’s goal with her writing is to show the power of love and the beauty of
life while also instilling a true sense of realism in her work. Some reviewers
have noted that her books are not the “typical romance.” With her novels coming
from a place of honesty, Lindsay examines the difficult questions, looks at the
tough emotions, and paints the pictures that are sometimes difficult to look
at. She wants her fiction to resonate with readers as realistic, poetic, and
powerful. Lindsay wants women readers to be able to say, “I see myself in that
novel.” She wants to speak to the modern woman’s experience while also bringing
a twist of something new and exciting. Her aim is for readers to say, “That
could happen,” or “I feel like the characters are real.” That’s how she knows
she’s done her job.

Lindsay’s hope is that by becoming a published author, she can inspire some of
her students and other aspiring writers to pursue their own passions. She wants
them to see that any dream can be attained and publishing a novel isn’t out of
the realm of possibility.

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Riske and Revenge by Natalie E. Wrye #ReleaseBlast @givemebooksblog

 

 

Title: Riske and Revenge
Series: The Revenge Series
Author: Natalie E. Wrye
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: October 17, 2017

 

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Love is the
strongest emotion in the world…next to hate.
I knew hate. Had known it since I was seventeen.
For me, it was love turned on its head, a product of hurt and fear—twisted,
tied up…and placed on the sculpted shoulders of Ethan Riske.
***
Dayton, Tennessee.
Home to the best cow-tipping in the world, the
biggest hot dogs, and the lousiest sex.
Or so I’d heard…
They were right about the first two. Ethan
Riske proved them wrong about the third and at seventeen, he and I spent a
summer under the stars, squeezing our way out of trouble, sweating and panting
among the haystacks.
Until he left.
Nine years later, when a huge publishing house
tries to buy my small press, I storm into the office of the CEO to find him.
Same cocky grin. Different name.
And suddenly all I can think about is exacting
revenge on Ethan Riske for breaking his contract…and my heart.
But there’s someone who wants revenge even
more than I do. As I begin to fall for the new Ethan, will the sins of the old
one come back to haunt us?

 

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Prologue
“I hope you taste as good as you smell.”
The sound drifted through the air. A slow, sensuous melody
floated with it, and as both made their way through the room, the beat of the
song and the quiet statement I just heard rattled the bourbon in my hand,
making the ice cubes shake.
Or maybe I was the one shaking.
I couldn’t help it.
Griff was poking a hole in my ribs with his elbow, and as
the lips that had just whispered in my ear withdrew, I could see the look on my
“best man’s” face. He was essentially salivating, his tongue practically
swinging as he took in the vision of the woman who was speaking in my ear… and
laying a seductive path in my open lap.
She stood, her long legs stretching, her bare torso twisting
as she rolled the shape of an “S” in the air with her body, swaying seductively
to the music. She was toned… that was obvious. A tight package with tits too
big to be real, the buxom blonde in front of me was the object of every man’s
wet-dream, star of every cock-swinger’s fantasy…
Except mine.
But she was doing her best. Clad in a piece of cloth that
barely covered her clearly cleanly-waxed pussy, she ground her
pretty ass two inches from my face while every other man in the room fought the
urge to put their fingers all over her. My best friend, included. He nudged my
side for the ninetieth time.
“Fuck me, man,” he slurred. “If she was doing that to me,
I’d be two seconds from putting my finger in her ass.” He smirked widely and
wildly.
“Good thing you aren’t me,” I shot back quietly, leaning
over to look into his face. “That’d be a felony, you crazy ass.” I finally
smiled. “And the last time I checked you didn’t fuck strippers because ‘and I
quote… ‘Who knows how many other items have been in those goddamned
holes?'”
I threw Griff’s own words back at him with a silent grin.
“Doesn’t matter,” he declared, staring at the stripper in
front of me for the thousandth time. “For her?” He swallowed another mouthful
of scotch. “I’d make an exception.”
I glared at the beautiful blonde again. Because Griff was
right. The exotic dancer… She might have been one of the best looking I’d ever
seen. Maybe the best. She was tall, long-legged. Gorgeous… in
the porn star sense, of course, with a wide, luscious mouth made for licking
and sucking in only the most erotic of ways.
She licked her lips at me as if she wanted to make good on
the promise she’d just whispered, and I had no doubt when she looked at me, her
brown doe-like eyes wide, that—if she could, she would devour me until nothing
was left. Until she drained every drop.
Unfortunately, for her, I wasn’t interested.
She tried to drag me to my feet, her tiny fingers wrapping
around my own, pulling as she walked backwards in the direction of the edge of
the room. The overhead maroon lights illuminating the space in our black-curtain
closed boudoir made her look as naughty as every word dripping from her
blood-red mouth, and Bambi the Bimbo was putting on her best pout to entice me
into joining her towards whatever dirty fun lay in the dark room beyond this
one.
All of the men—friend and foe—whooped as I slowly dragged
myself to my feet, stumbling and fumbling over the discarded decorations that
littered the floor. Streamers and “Congratulations” ribbons ran the length of
the room, taking up space between the cloth-covered tables, and I staggered
past them, barely holding onto my Bourbon as I followed stolidly behind the
too-excited dancer who nearly bounced on her platform-covered toes.
With the push of another curtain, we fell into another room,
and I let my body flounce on the dark-colored couches beyond it, slumping into
the padded cushions. I took a healthy swig of my drink and sank my fingers into
the seat beneath, wondering how many stains these comfortable sofas had really seen.
The drunker I got, the more it didn’t matter. Ignorance
truly was bliss.
And so was the sensation making its way down my crotch—a
gentle rubbing that circled the length of my cock through the fabric of my suit
pants. From the tip to the very base. I groaned, closing my eyes as I saw a
vision in my mind. A vision too good to be true.
A vision almost ten years old.
Waves of dark hair fell to a waist too tiny to be anything
but touched. Shiny and soft, the beautiful brown mane swept across my chest,
against my shirt, as two eyes, a crystal-clear blue, peeked from beneath the
strands, as round and as large as saucers. In my mind, they met mine, saying
things that couldn’t be vocalized, voicing words that need not be said.
They seduced in the most innocent of ways, waylaying me,
pulling at a possessiveness in me I didn’t know existed. The blue eyes smiled.
The smile beneath them was even better—wicked, as it dipped to my abdomen and
pressed there, making me ache, causing my cock to strain against the
inconvenient zipper located there.
How many times had I imagined those lips doing exactly that?
That tongue licking out beneath those straight white teeth to lap at my skin,
the edge of her mouth nipping at the most sensitive parts of me? It was
torture—letting her tease me, taking me to the brink and back again as she
swept that sheet of auburn locks over my body as she bent to her knees. I
sucked in a breath soaked in desire as I waited for her to place her mouth
where it mattered most.
And then it stopped. The teasing. She stopped.
And before I knew it, she was pulling—no, ripping—at my
pants. The top button popped, and suddenly my cock was between her hands, her
lips. She sank her mouth around it with a sigh, sucking with delight. The
sexiest slurp ever made to man escaped from between her teeth, and I nearly
lost it, grinding my own teeth as I gripped the back of her head, my eyelids
squeezing tight enough to ache.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” I muttered. Over and over and over
again.
It was fucking amazing. Something so simple—someone so
simple, sweet and secretly naughty could bring a stubborn fucker like me—CEO
and all—to his Giorgio Armani-covered knees.
I came… with my cock in her mouth and her name on my mind. I
leaned back even further, letting my head fall into the cushions.
“Fuck, Kat…” I mumbled, feeling way too fucked up to move,
the liquor coursing through my veins as I came down from my high, my fingers
reaching out to touch her once more.
But she backed away.
“Kat?” she said, rising to her feet. “Who the fuck is Kat?”
I opened my eyes, staring at the figure fumbling around in
front of me. It was the blonde vixen—the stripper. Standing on shaky legs, she
wobbled between my legs, locking me with a stare, her eyes hard and unblinking.
She placed her hands on her tiny hips.
“Who the hell is Kat?”
As if she was outraged. As if she had any right to question
whatever the fuck I was doing anyway. I ignored her with a shrug, stowing my
dick back in my pants with a loud zip! I finished my drink and
sat it down.
“Ohhhh… I get it,” the blonde blower hissed. “She must be
your fiancé. Well… I guarantee you that she’s never made you come like that.
That was epic, baby,” she sighed, trying to straddle me. Her pussy was peeking
completely out of her barely-there panties this time, and she tried to rub it
across me, sliding her pink slit across the front of my pants with a slow
grind.
I almost pushed her off. I stood.
“There is no fiancee,” I rumbled.
“But I thought…”
“My friends,” I interrupted, “thought it’d be funny to
celebrate my new position. They said it was fitting… seeing as how I’m now
married to my job. This isn’t a real bachelor party. And that
wasn’t a real blow-job…”
She raised an eyebrow. “Certainly felt real
to me.”
I pulled out my wallet, taking out a couple hundred dollar
bills and putting them in the palm of her hand. I folded her fingers around
them, looking into her eyes.
“Can’t be real… Not when you’re thinking about someone else
the entire time.”
I turned just as the fair-haired, breathing blow-up doll
gaped. I pulled the black curtain aside, exiting, attempting to avoid the
curious gaze of every onlooking employee that came to the party to usher me
into my new executive role.
My smile was weak, as I tried to shake off what just
happened to me in the other room… and who I was imagining it happening with. Somehow,
it was the brunette in my head, and not the blonde on my lap, that felt as if
she were still on my skin.
I was in so much fucking trouble.

 

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Romantic Suspense.A fan of the beautifully polarizing anti-hero, she crafts sexy stories about
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Cupid in Heels by Suzanne Halliday #ReleaseBlitz @givemebooksblog @SuzanneHalliday

 

 

Title: Cupid in Heels
Author: Suzanne Halliday
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: October 14, 2017
Blurb

 

One Story ~ Two
Happily Ever Afters!

As the no nonsense
personal assistant to the CEO of Lloyd Global, Jenna Carlton just wanted to
live her life. By day, she was confident, businesslike and somewhat starchy.
But off the clock, she shed the business suit, put on her Wellies, picked up a
spade and dug in the dirt. Not that anybody knew this. Drawing a firm line
between work and her personal life was Jen’s mantra for success.One of Jen’s
work priorities was coaching her socially awkward CEO boss through his daily
interactions. John Lloyd relied on her to smooth his rough edges – especially
with the pretty, single mom receptionist he can’t stop thinking about.

Enter
John’s brother – Ryan Lloyd. A savvy businessman artfully disguised as a
scruffy vagabond, Ryan travels the globe on adventure after adventure as the
face of Lloyd Outdoor. Jenna Carlton and her prissy attitude annoy the snot out
of him.

Things between the two heat up when Ryan unexpectedly settles in the
city while Jenna was matchmaking for her hot mess boss and the single mom.
Jenna
thinks Ryan is a jerk.
Ryan thinks Jenna is an uptight you-know-what.
John
doesn’t know what to think.

With more than one
happily ever after in the cards Cupid In Heels has something for everyone!

 

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USA Today Bestselling Author Suzanne Halliday writes what she loves to read about in her spare time- sexy alpha men!When not tapping away on her computer, Suzanne can be found with a mug of tea in hand. She’s a lover of travel and also enjoys a good joke.

Suzanne is the proud mother of USA Today Bestselling Author Ella Fox.

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Tempt Me With Forever by Maria Luis #CoverReveal @givemebooksblog @MariaLuis629

 

 

Title: Tempt Me With Forever
Series: NOLA Heart #4 (Standalone)
Author: Maria Luis
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Cover Design: Najla Qamber Designs
Release Date: November 9, 2017
Blurb
Never trust a bad boy.
That’s what
Beauty Influencer Lizzie Danvers tells her YouTube subscribers after getting
dumped on Instagram. Lizzie may have the devil’s luck in choosing men, but
she’s determined to prove that the age-old “once a playboy, always a playboy”
theory is bulletproof. All she needs is thirty days and one sexy commitment
phobe to do it…
By day,
Gage Harvey helps his twin at Inked on Bourbon, tattooing butterflies onto
every female under the age of thirty. By night, he works for New Orleans’
Special Operatives Division, fulfilling a family legacy to protect his city.
Relationships aren’t on his radar–until the hot-as-hell woman on his tattoo
table glances up at him, a butterfly half-inked on her ass, and propositions
him.
Gage should
say no–nothing good ever comes from entertaining crazy women. But for the sake
of playboys everywhere, he’ll take one for the team, and prove to Miss Lizzie
Danvers that bad boys are the only men who will tempt you with forever.

 

Excerpt
A woman stood facing the floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked Bourbon Street.
He catalogued the back of her in a heartbeat.
Perfectly tousled brown hair.
Off-the-shoulder white blouse.
Form-fitting black skirt.
Slim calves, trim ankles, and a pair of fuck-me black heels that could do double-duty as a weapon if she was so inclined.
“You here for the butterfly?”
At the sound of his gruff question, she turned around and Gage felt his gut clench with unexpected lust. Owen hadn’t had the right of it; this woman wasn’t cute, she was gorgeous. The sort of breathtaking that had you questioning your sanity. The sort of breathtaking that made you wonder what the hell you could say to get her into your bed, her slim legs wrapped around your waist, and her breath hot and fast against your neck.
Damn.
Blue eyes lit with nervous anticipation as she rubbed her hands together. The motion jiggled her bracelets. And, if her shirt weren’t so loose, he’d have had the opportunity to see if all that rubbing and jiggling affected her breasts too.
“I am,” she said with a bright smile. Straight white teeth; lips painted the color of a ripe plum. He wanted to see the color mussed, kissed into nonexistence, and discover the true shade of her lips.
Get a grip, man.
Swallowing his lust, Gage motioned for her to step up to the vintage bar. “Let’s get your paperwork settled.” He pulled one of the already prepared clipboards from the pile, and then slid it over to the woman, a pen on the side. “This your first tattoo?”
She slipped her purse from her shoulder, dropping her head to rifle through the contents. “It is,” she said, placing a gold wallet on the bar. “I’m turning over a new leaf. Doing something new with my life, and I figured that a butterfly is—”
“Metaphorical?”
Her stunning blue eyes leapt to his face. “Yes!” she exclaimed, either ignoring his wry tone or oblivious to it. “That’s it exactly. I mean, I know I could have gone with something a little more original, but—” She crooked her finger at him, and he fell for it, leaning in close as she mock-whispered, “I’m deathly afraid of needles. Silly, isn’t it?”
The cop side of his brain wanted to tell her that her aversion to needles was a good thing. In the last fourteen years that he’d been on the force, he’d witnessed way too many heroin overdoses to count.
But this woman . . . Gage inched his gaze down toward those plum-colored lips of hers. Yeah, women like her weren’t in that world; they didn’t exist in the underbelly of his beloved hometown. And so he only smirked and said, “You’ve still got time to rethink this. Once we start, trust me when I say you’ll only look ridiculous if we stop midway through.”
She cocked her head to the side, surveying him with a single look. “Good thing I’m getting it done on my butt, then, right? No one will know if I cry mercy. No one but me and . . . you.”
Gage laughed, loudly. “Want me to offer you a strip of leather to bite down on?”
Her eyes narrowed. “Does that cost extra?”
“I’ll make it free just for you.” He tapped his hip, drawing her gaze down to his worn Levi’s. “Leather belt meet to your satisfaction, Princess?”
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Author Bio
Maria Luis
is the author of sexy contemporary romances, though she may or may not have a
few historical romances hiding in the cobwebs of her computer.
When she’s
not writing about strong men and the sassy women who sweep them off their feet,
Maria is a historian who specializes in medieval England and 19th century
New Orleans. What do the two eras have in common, you ask? Not much, except for
disease, scandalous activities and crime–Maria’s favorite topics.

Maria lives
in New Orleans with her better half, where she can generally be found hiking
with her two dogs, Zeus and Athena, kayaking in Louisiana’s inter-coastal
waterways, or curled up on the couch with a good book.

 

 

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