Wednesday 28 February 2018

RELEASE BLITZ & REVIEW ------ RELEASE BY Dylan Allen




Title: Release
A Symbols of Love Novel
Author: Dylan Allen
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: February 28, 2018



Blurb

I’m here for pleasure.

And in paradise, I don’t have a past. I don’t have pain, my secrets don't haunt me and I can be anyone I want 

He’s here for business.

Harry's intoxicatingly handsome, rich, and also the biggest jerk I've ever met. So, it's inconvenient that sparks fly every time our eyes meet.

Indulging in an affair wasn't on my agenda.

But fate isn't a mistress to our intentions; And what starts as strike of lightening on a moonlit beach ignites a fire between us that will span continents. 

Meeting again in the unlikeliest of circumstances feels written in the heavens.

And I'll need the courage of the gods to tell him the truth.

They say the truth will set you free... but what if it destroys you first? 





My Review - 4 out of 5 stars

Release is a well written, captivating read that will pull on your heartstrings and leave you chock full of emotion. It has two rounded main characters, each with a complex past and plenty of side characters to add depth to the story. The plot leaves you wondering where the story is heading and I loved how Harry and Lilly met and their first few meetings.

Lilly is such a wonderfully complex, emotional and damaged character. Even when I didn't care for her actions I liked her, and was so desperate for her to find healing with Harry. He carries a huge weight of expectations and responsibility on his shoulders but despite this he was a pretty decent guy.

I liked Lilly and Harry as a couple, they certainly had chemistry. The book did feel a little slow to get going at first, I'm not sure if this was more where my head is at than the book as I was bouncing between 3 books and not really settling to read any of them. However this never felt like a book I didn't want to finish.
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Dylan Allen is a Texas girl with a serious case of wanderlust.

A self-proclaimed happily ever junkie, she loves creating stories where her characters chase their own happy endings.

When she isn’t writing or reading, eating or cooking, she and her family are planning their next adventure.



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Sink or Swim

by Emily Cyr

Genre: Adult Paranormal

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After having her hard-won sobriety ripped away from her, Addison Fitzpatrick is fighting to get clean. She has another favor to repay to the powerful vampire, Cannon Blackwood.
It seems simple enough. Act as his date as he hands his power over to Merriam-- a vindictive, insane old vampire who controls Cannon’s brother Lachlan. And then she would be one step closer to freedom.
But Addison soon realizes there’s a lot more at stake here than the future of the vampires. This time, it’s gotten personal.




Emily Cyr is a stay-at-home mom turned writer. She holds a degree in middle grades education with certification in English and social science. She has always had a love of all things paranormal and fantasy, but it wasn’t until Emily’s husband said the words, “Why not?” that she considered putting her thoughts and ideas into the book, The Lightning Prophecy. This trilogy was just the start for Emily. It seemed to open a creative door that had been locked.
Emily has always been an avid reader. Through reading came her love of writing. The more she read, the more she knew she wanted to create her own world. Many of her first works were fan fiction.
Emily and her family currently reside in Cibolo, Texas. She has an incredibly supportive husband who is also an officer in the United States Air Force. They have three sons, ages 6, 4, and 1. Somehow, even with the demands of being a parent to two little boys, she finds time to escape to her fantasies and write them down.


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Tuesday 27 February 2018

RELEASE BLITZ & REVIEW +++++++ HUNTER by Eden Summers

Release Date: February 27, 2018
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Synopsis

 
A deliciously seductive standalone coming soon to ebook, print and audio.

The hunter has become the hunted. 

I’ve been running for ten years—fleeing my past and clawing my way toward an inescapable act of vengeance. Finally, I can taste revenge on the tip of my tongue. Until he walks into my life, sure and strong and full of secrets.

He dilutes my thirst for retribution with his touch. He obliterates my need for solitude with his kiss. But it’s his hidden agenda that makes the hair on the back of my neck prickle. He wants something. Something that doesn’t revolve around sweaty skin and tangled silk sheets like he’d have me believe.

I have to stop falling for him, otherwise the last ten years will all be for nothing. I need to keep running, keep fighting for vengeance, even though I know he will track me down. But trying to escape him is just another problem. Because now I crave the hunt.  


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I slightly over-extended myself with arc's this week. Two things stop that being a bad thing, #1 I've got the week off so have plenty of reading time and #2 they have been amazing books. This one hasn't bucked that trend. This is a real departure from the authors previous work but is a book that I highly recommend.

I loved Hunter, both the book and the guy. He has an air of danger and mystery and yet Steph/Emma/Her somehow trusts him. The question is, has she made a mistake doing so? I loved how the chapters were titled Him or Her - since we don't truly learn who either character is until towards the end of the book. I don't know if others give away names in their reviews but I want to give you the same unknown I had. The suspense and mystery of this story is amazing, with plot twists that made my head spin (in a good way, not a confusing way). 

This pair drew me into their story and had me caring about them even as they spun their webs of lies. Steph/Emma/Her is one kick-butt heroine, strong and determined. She felt quite cold at first but that's a shell she has built to protect herself from further hurt. Hunter/Him was such an enigma, he clearly had unknown motives and I struggled as much as 'Her' over how trustworthy he was. The book is written first person from both POV's, so as we get further into the story I really felt like a knew, trusted and really liked both characters.

Some books have too much mystery and the perpetual dangling of the 'big secret' can actually be annoying and spoil the book. This book wasn't like that, it gradually revealed enough information to keep you riveted but I also had no clue how the story would progress.

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Eden Summers is a bestselling author of contemporary romance with a side of sizzle and sarcasm.
She lives in Australia with a young family who are well aware she's circling the drain of insanity. Eden can't resist alpha dominance, dark features and sarcasm in her fictional heroes and loves a strong heroine who knows when to bite her tongue but also serves retribution with a feminine smile on her face.  

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Driving Miss Lucia

Driving Miss Lucia
Ranger’s End, Book Three
by Melissa Shirley




ESCAPED to Rangers End

Known now as Jane Doe, Lanie Carpenter is on the run from an abusive ex. Her cross-country drive lands her in Rangers End, a quaint and quirky town with striped awnings and little old ladies who can't move fast enough to help her out. Minutes after arriving she has a job and a place to stay. Plus, there's no danger in being a wingman/driver for a little old lady. Except that little old lady is anything but normal. Lanie can deal with harrowing rides in the passenger seat, with trips to Marco's All Male Dance Review, and even riding a mechanical bull, but John Alexander is more than she signed up for and more coincidence than she can ignore. How did a man from her hometown end up here, working for the same woman?

Or does he work for her ex-husband? Only one thing is certain, whether he works for Chad or not, keeping her hands off him is a bit more challenge than Lanie can manage. But when Chad shows his face in Rangers End, it might take more than one small town and one large man to keep Lanie safe.

CONFLICTED in Rangers End

Lanie Carpenter is more than a job, she's been the woman of his dreams since he sat behind her in high school English class, and he needs this money to save his gambler father's kneecaps. Hired to find her, John can't bring himself to turn her over to the ex who lied to him, who marked her with bruises and forced her to run. Now, even though the entire town is in line to help, it's up to John to save her and show her that she is more than any man deserves, and no matter how long it takes that's what he's going to do. Even if her ex shows up. After all, she's Lanie Carpenter, the happily ever after he's always wanted.

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Always on the lookout for her next book boyfriend, Melissa Shirley is an avid writer and reader who has taken to creating the men of her dreams in the contemporary romances she writes. A mother of eight, Melissa is a published author of the Storybook Lake series and lives in a tiny rural town in Illinois.

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Monday 26 February 2018

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Break the Ice, an all-new standalone and the conclusion to the hilarious Bedroom Games series from bestselling authors Piper Rayne is LIVE!

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The Winter Games are over, but the bedroom games are just beginning…

This is about the time I normally hang up my snowboard and chill for a while. Except this year. This year, I’m dealing with what fate dealt me at the Winter Games—nope, not gold. A broken leg.
Since I’m not close to my family, I head to my best friend, Skylar’s pad to recoup. Turns out having your gorgeous, single, sexy friend wait on you hand and foot can blur the lines between friendship and romance.

Which is exactly why I’ve decided to help her find a boyfriend.

Yeah, you heard me right. I’m going to help her comb through every dating app available until she finds the perfect man. What else could remind me of my place in her life more than watching her fall for someone else?

I can deal. I’m used to pushing through pain. I’m an Olympian after all.


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We aren’t trying to stamp ourselves with a top-secret label. We wanted to write without apology. We wanted to not be pigeon-holed into a specific type of story. Everyone has their favorite authors, right? And when you pick up their books, you expect something from them. Whether it’s an alpha male, heavy angst, a happily ever after, there’s something you are absolutely certain the book will contain. Heck, we’re readers, too, we get it!
All that, AND we thought it'd be a helluva lot more fun if we did this writing thing together!
What can we tell you about ourselves? We both have kindle’s full of one-clickable books. We're both married to husbands who drive us to drink. We're both chauffeurs to our kids. Most of all, we love hot heroes, quirky heroines that make us laugh, and lots of sexy times. Here's hoping you do, too!

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Saturday 24 February 2018

BLOG TOUR - UNORTHODOX CHEMISTRY by Lilah E Noir

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Series: The Unorthodox Trilogy, Book #2

Author: Lilah E. Noir


Release Date: February 18th, 2018

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He was her Master, lover and the only man who truly knew her. She was his pet, best friend and the love of his life. Sometimes that’s not enough. 

LINA He’s gone. His absence hurts more than any whip. Thomas saw me for who I was. Strong on the outside, fractured and vulnerable on the inside. Every day I struggle to rebuild my life. I miss him. His rough passion and his affection. I know we’ll never be together again, I even tried to move on… … and then one invitation changed everything. Do I dare to say no to the greatest temptation?

  THOMAS I had to walk away. Lina paid dearly for my mistakes. She needs to heal and all that’s left for me is to wait. In the dark, with nothing but my demons and sins to keep me company. The memory of her is a bittersweet torture, one I didn't think I could ever escape... A year later, at the kinkiest club in town, I saw her. On the arm of another man. 


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THOMAS Lina. She is here. Tonight. She is really here. 

I couldn’t wrap my mind around it and stood there, hiding like a coward from my former pet and lover. Has she seen me? The question faded from my frenzied mind as soon as I saw someone getting close to Lina from behind. It was a man, tall, muscular, with a matching creamy mask. He wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her hair. I expected her to push him away but she turned around and placed a tender, light kiss on his lips. 

Anger and confusion formed a lump in my throat I was unable to swallow. My knuckles hurt with how hard I’d been clenching my fists in a futile attempt to calm down. She moved on… I nearly died out of grief and she moved on with her life like it was nothing. It was unfair. I was the one who let her go, but right then I couldn’t have cared less what was fair or not. 

I was dying on the inside, and each moment of shared tenderness between them was another dagger in my wounds. What the hell was happening? After so many months of painful separation, I expected my passion for her would have quieted. What a fool. 

One look at her beautiful silhouette was enough to make my blood boil with lust. The dominant instinct to grab her by the hair like a caveman and claim her clouded my mind. I was out of control and I remembered well what had happened last time. If I stayed, I risked acting like a deranged Neanderthal. I’d bring her down to her knees and fuck her whether she wanted it or not, force her to beg for more. 

What the hell was Lina doing here? She couldn’t have learned about the party unless…

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LINA The music died down to a soft murmur when he moved closer to the forest nymphs. He stepped forward with all the dignity of a king. The spacious hall echoed with the quiet yet haunting click-clack of his leather boots. 

He had hair as long as that of the ravenous women, dark as his clothes and the forest behind. It was tied and flowed down his back. They were too far away so I couldn’t make out the facial features of any of the actors. Still, his quiet strength and its intensity shook me to the core of my soul. He was silent and walked slowly as if he dominated time itself. The man owned the space around him and looked resilient enough to tame even the fire of those wild creatures. 

The raven-haired women brought the ballerina before him and forced her down to her knees. When they let her go, they looked strangely humbled. Their eyes were cast down, a veil of hair covering their faces. The man in black waved his hand and the faeries dispersed. Their shadows got lost among the trees. They had completely disheveled the young woman’s auburn hair and pulled her bodice down. The tops of her perky breasts were exposed to his gaze as she knelt for the dark stranger. 

Once she looked up at him, her entire being exuded fear so tangible I could taste it and feel it spreading all over my own skin. The ballerina clasped her small hands before her chest in a silent plea but she didn’t dare look away from her mysterious captor. He hadn’t moved a muscle and simply hovered over her with the same stillness. His eyes were tangling invisible rope around the trembling bird. I sank my teeth into my tongue to make sure I wasn’t hallucinating. It was difficult to separate myself from the action on the stage. My knees were the ones brushing against the forest floor while I waited for his command. 

He reached out and moved a few tresses from the girl’s face. His fingers lifted her chin and caressed her. That simple touch provoked another moan. The pleasure of his intimate caress made the scared girl tremble harder. His fingers on her sensitive, heated skin were too much to handle. I knew it because their intense chemistry was flowing inside me, sharp as a knife and delicate like the most tender kiss.

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ALLIE “You have to be the judge. When it comes to seduction it is not important what they are saying but what they are hiding. Both men and women are alike that way, no matter what they say. They don’t want to communicate their desires. They want the other person to figure them out like they’d solve a mystery. If you can figure out what he wants and give it to him, you’ll blow his mind.” 

I watched the scene with amusement before I finally approached them and added nonchalantly, “That’s an interesting theory but mysteries are often overrated.” “Good luck finding a person who’d directly tell you what they want. Especially if they are afraid you’d judge them.” The blonde removed her cap and stared at me with unreadable dark eyes.

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ALLIE “Do you know what I think, Nate?” My boots click-clacked across the hard stone floor. He was still gazing at his lap. “Look at me when I talk to you.” He raised his head with great reluctance but did as he was told, anyway. That restless gaze vibrated with anger and a different, raw emotion. Nate winced when I ran my nails down his cheek. “I asked you a question. I believe I’m a polite hostess. I expect the same attitude in return.” 

“What are you thinking, Mistress?” He retorted the last word. “You wanted to stay here. You didn’t even demand to observe or attend Lina’s scene. Fight back. Say you did it for her own sake if you want. You’re not fooling me. It thrilled you when you saw what was happening down the rabbit hole. You long for a ride. It’s difficult to admit it. It’s convenient if you pretend someone made you do it.” 

When I got closer to him, I got a whiff of his scent, a fusion of light marine eau de cologne, soap and the natural warmth of his skin. If I ran a hand over his throat, his flesh would get goosebumped and he’d attempt to move away. “What makes you think so?” Nate asked in a flat voice. “I’ve been watching you.” He rolled his eyes and took a larger sip of water. “You know what, Allie, some men find stalkers irresistible.” Nate gave me what was probably his best cocky grin. “I’m not one of them. If that’s your idea of seduction, please, change the strategy.” 

His smile grew wider when I didn’t reply and he added with a nonchalant voice “Just a bit of friendly advice.” I smirked and picked up a mask. It was the same one Thomas had torn off his face and thrown on the table when we entered the room earlier. Its string heaved down my finger. I dangled it before Nate and tried my best not to change my expression. “I saw how you were staring at Shock & Fear.” My voice was lazy and sultry, and I dragged a nail across the mask. “They got you so intimidated. It was adorable. They’d have made both you and Lina their bitches if I hadn’t rescued you.”

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THOMAS Lina leaned her head back and rested it on my shoulder. She breathed heavily and stared up at the metal grid while her aroused clit was throbbing. I grabbed her ponytail in a firm, possessive way and forced her to bend further, to raise her bustline and present herself to me as a gift, voluptuous, with hardened, pulsating nipples. 

It was just my imagination but nature outside was playing a voyeur to our scene. Every time Lina screamed out with the teasing and warm-up spanking new thunders shattered the area. The wind was a horny she-wolf provoked by my lover’s wild screams. If she only knew what was waiting for her… what delicious scream would she make, how much further would I push her into her own madness? 

I pulled away, left her in that position, with an arched neck and back and shamelessly open legs. Her spine trembled and she opened her lips, desperate to call out my name, to beg me to come back to her. Still, Lina didn’t utter a word. She wouldn’t have to wait for too long for her next fix. I moved to her front and picked up one thick candle from the dining table, one of the few that weren’t scented. Lina closed her eyes and indulged in moaning, loud and full of longing and plea. Her hips moved rhythmically. Was she trying to allure me or that was just the call of lust? 

I left the candle next to the base plate and came closer, keeping my step as light as possible. Lina pulled my fingers dip inside her and closed them between her greedy walls. She raised her head and looked at me with such a pitiful expression, with lips forming one needy “Please” I had denied her to cry out. 

Her surprise scream echoed inside me when I stole her breath in a hard, possessive kiss. I pushed my tongue into her mouth and three more fingers inside her, folded in a duck shape to open her up. My digits were pushing her elastic walls open and stretched her while I feasted on her bruised lips and wrestled with her tongue. 

She was hanging on her shackles, no longer struggling, and parted her thighs wide to accept it all. Lina’s desire poured inside me like a liquid fire that fueled my confidence. I yanked her hair hard and forced her to look at me while I was driving my closed fist past her juicy entrance. She was panting and staring up at me. Her lips opened and tried to get to mine again. My grasp around her locks grew stronger and I tugged them so hard it made her wail in pain. When I twisted my fingers in her womb and fitted my fist all the way down to the wrist the agony written on her face fused with pleasure.

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LINA I picked up the wine from the steel glass holder on the wall and spent a few minutes just staring at it, lost in thought. The swirling, blood-like liquid and the warmth put me under a spell. 

When the wine taste finally reached my lips, the memory of that first night rushed back in my mind. The exchanged looks, the subtle flirting, his outrageous offer, the dungeon. His palms kneading my breasts and sliding down, coaxing me to spread myself, to open up for him. 

I rested a hand between my legs to stroke myself and took another sip of wine. It was supposed to slowly build up my arousal but all I felt was sadness. The strong, physical sensations of the present, the subtle flavor of the wine, the ache of my skin and muscles, the lightheaded carelessness were much stronger. Stronger than the memories. As if the red swirl was devouring all I had left behind. It was pointless to fool myself. The hot water and indulgence were good but I needed so much more. 

I put the glass back in its place. The soap bubbles rolled down my wet skin when I raised myself from the bath tub. I ignored them, wrapped myself with the fluffy towel and walked out of the steamy bathroom. After I picked up my phone, I headed to the bedroom. The red collar was lying on top of the carefully folded lingerie in the drawer. Maybe the alcohol had messed with me and I was slowly succumbing to madness but its bright leather looked glowing. I rested my fingers on top of it and squeezed it gently before I lifted it and pressed it against my chest. 

After ages of following that ritual right before falling asleep, my courage slowly came back to me. I took a deep breath, rubbed the metal plate against my skin and dialed the number. 

A dialing sound. 

A pause. 

Please. 

Please, answer. 

“Hello?”


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LINA I'd never noticed him before. He was just a lonely, scared boy when I hired him. I was too busy to notice the lust in his eyes. Now I'm at his feet begging for every bit of pleasure and pain he'll unleash on me. 

THOMAS She enthralled me. Her body. Her mind. Her wicked laughter and unreadable eyes. She was out of my league yet I knew what she longed for. I only had two months to kill her nicotine addiction and make her crave me. I'd use every trick I had to claim her as mine.

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Friday 23 February 2018

COVER REVEAL ******CROWD PLEASER by Marie James

Release Date: March 14, 2018
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Genre: Sexy Contemporary Romance Standalone
 

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You know those love stories you read about? The ones where the heroine remains untouched, virgin-like, until she meets the man of her dreams?
The stories where she's always in the shadows, always on the outside, no one knowing her name until she meets her one and only? A shy glance across the room at her first ever college party captivates the man she'll soon fall in love with? This story isn't that. In this story, everyone who's anyone has seen the heaviness of her tits. They've all heard the soft moan she makes when a man slides inside. They've all heard her whimpers, heard her begging for more. Her name is Randi Simms. And she’s a Crowd Pleaser.

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“Do you see her? I have no clue what the fuck I’m supposed to be doing.”
I look around, focusing on the crowd for the tiny, pixie-like girl who only hits five foot three if she’s wearing four-inch heels. It’s easy for her to be swallowed up in a crowd this size. My heart rate increases as my concern for her safety becomes a physical ache in my chest.
“I’d say head to the center.” Hunter points to the ceiling. “The cameras are all angled in that direction.”
We make our way to the middle of the room, only pausing briefly to push drunk girls off of me.
“Holy shit.” I nearly stumble when Hunter runs into my back as we make it to the epicenter of the room.
There are four couches, each one with a different couple fucking on them, forming a half circle, but it’s the huge, four-poster bed with black sheets in the forefront that has my attention. The darkness of the fabric appears almost like a black hole, and if it weren’t for the woman writhing on the sheets, naked as the day she was born, I wouldn’t have given the bed a second glance.
“Fuck,” Hunter hisses in my ear. “That gets even my dick hard.”
“No joke,” I agree without being able to pull my eyes from the bed.
“You gonna be okay from here?”
I nod, my mouth too dry to form words.
With one hand working that spectacular pussy, Randi beckons me with the other. Like a man caught in a siren’s call, I close the distance between us. My knees hit the mattress before it even registers that I’ve crossed the room.
“Is this slutty enough for you?”
My fingers tingle to touch her.
“You’re gorgeous,” I praise, noticing the expert application of make-up on her face. She’s played it up, utilizing the black lights to enhance her features.
The bed shifts, knocking me out of my perusal of her body. I fight the urge to cringe, knowing the cameras are already rolling when I see the crowd has engulfed the bed. I’m thankful for the four men I’m just now noticing as they stand at each corner with their backs to us.
“Ready to get your dick sucked?” She pulls her dripping fingers away from her greedy cunt, but before she can reach for my belt, I’m sliding those tangy fingertips into my mouth.
I can’t hear her gasp over the pounding of the music, but that doesn’t stop the chills from racing down my spine at the sight of her mouth forming that perfect little O.
“I had something else in mind,” I offer.
Grabbing the ankle closest to me, I turn her on the mattress, readying myself to dive into her pussy, mouth first, with no intention of coming up for air for a very long time. I’ve missed her, more than I’ll ever admit out loud, but I’m also aware that sex is how we communicate. When I’m fucking her, it’s the only time she lets her guard down enough for me to have a glimmer of hope of winning her over.
Before I can lean my head in, she grips my hair and kisses my lips.
“You can’t do that,” she whispers against my lips between nips of her teeth and languid swipes of her tongue. “The cameras can’t see anything.”
“You got me fucked up if you think my mouth isn’t devouring that sweet pussy of yours tonight.” I aim for sexy with a little alpha tossed in, but it comes out whiny and impatient.
“Calm down, big boy.” She punctuates her words by lowering the zipper of my jeans and gripping the shaft of my dick in her tiny hand. “I just have to ride your face.”
“God damn,” I moan, the combination of her words and the heat of her touch almost enough for me to end things right now.
“Take it all off, Jake!” some chick yells. Obliging, Randi pushes my t-shirt up my stomach, her mouth trailing a second behind.
My abdomen quivers under her breath and the lick of her tongue. My cock jumps in her hand, attempting to lengthen in the direction of her mouth.
“Let me,” Randi offers when I attempt to push my jeans off over my hips.
The crowd cheers when she pushes me from my knees to the flat of my back. The coolness of the sheets is a welcomed contradiction to the warm air surrounding us.
She tugs my boots off, scraping her thumbnail over the sole of my foot after tugging my sock free. I can’t keep from jerking my leg, but the fact that it brings a wide smile to her face makes me want to keep letting her do it. From the corner of my eye, I see two girls ready to throw punches. One of the security guards steps over, and then I realize they’re fighting over my fucking discarded sock.
“Those are thousand dollar boots,” I say with a grimace.
“Brooks,” Randi says without even taking her eyes from me.
“Got it, Cici,” the bulky man says.
The nip of her teeth on my thigh is enough to garner every bit of my attention. Who gives a fuck about boots when Randi Simms’ mouth is hovering over the leaking tip of my cock?
   

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Marie James: I'm a full-time, working mother of two boys and wife of 13 years. I've spent almost my entire lifetime living in central Texas, with only short stays in South Carolina, Alabama, and Florida. I've always wanted to write novels and just recently had the gumption to sit down and start one. My passions include reading everything under the sun and plotting out new books to write in the future.
 

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