THE LADY AND MR. JONES
A Spy in the Ton series, Book 4
by Alyssa Alexander
by Alyssa Alexander
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Monday, December 4, 2017
Friday, August 21, 2015
Spotlight: Driving Her Crazy by Kira Archer + #giveaway
Kira Archer
Release Date: Aug 17, 2015
Genre: romantic comedy
Fan-freakin'-tastic. Then a hot guy offers to share both the car rental and the driving duties...only to drive her crazy by assuming she's just some spoiled little rich girl. Mechanic Nathaniel “Oz” Oserkowski is about as blue-collar as they come. There's never been a time he hasn't worked his ass off, and he's determined to prove it to the gorgeous princess in the passenger seat. As the miles pass, they bait and needle each other...until their lust and longing gets so hot it nearly overheats the engine.
They have nothing in common. Hell, they can barely stand each other. But sometimes it takes a journey to change the destination...
Excerpt: She’d meant only to kiss him quickly, just enough to show him she could be crazy and unpredictable. But the second her lips touched his, something short-wired in her brain. Nothing mattered but getting more of him. Her lips parted beneath his, inviting him in. He groaned and pressed her closer, his tongue dancing with hers until her head swam. His hand trailed up her side, the plastic of her poncho crinkling as his thumb just brushed the side of her breast. She threw her head back, the touch setting her on fire. He kissed her exposed throat, nipping at the tender flesh beneath her ear. She arched against him, wanting more, wanting everything. And he seemed more than willing to accommodate.
Oh God, oh God, oh God, oh God. I’m kissing him. I’m not just kissing him, I am trying to suck his tonsils out and praying to God he’ll do the same to me.
Nathaniel’s hand gripped the back of Cherice’s neck, angling her face better so his tongue could delve deep into her mouth, exploring every inch.
Oh, yeah. Just like that. Oh God. What the hell am I doing? This is so wrong. Although. I’m single. He’s single. He can do whatever he wants. So can I. But do I want this? I don’t even know him. Oh God, I am making out with a guy I don’t even know. Does that make me a slut? What if he thinks I’m a slut?
He leaned farther back against the door, pulling her on top of him. His hand roamed over her butt, squeezing the trembling flesh, pressing it tighter against the hot, hard length of him.
Holy shit, I don’t even care. He can think whatever he wants as long as he does that again. “Cher.”
“Hmm?” His lips trailed their way up her neck. “You’re thinking too hard.” His teeth grazed her chin. Pulled her earlobe into his mouth for a quick nip. She sucked in her breath, nearly sobbing at the sensation that shot straight to her groin.
“Am I?”
“Yes. You are. So tell yourself to shut up and just kiss me.”
“I can do that.”
“Good.”
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Tuesday, August 4, 2015
Spotlight: A Haunting Desire by @JuliekMulhern @entangledpub
Julie Mulhern
New Orleans, 1902
A killer walks the streets of New Orleans, eviscerating men and
leaving them in the streets, and for madam Trula Boudreaux, it's bad for
business. Trula needs help but she’s not prepared for Zeke Barnes, the
charming would-be savior who darkens her doorway—or the yearning he
awakens. For while Trula knows well the delights of lust, she avoids love at
all costs…
Investigating the killer was one thing, but Zeke can't help but
be enchanted by the gorgeous mystery woman who runs an exclusive brothel.
Caught between his duty to protect the city and his clear-as-day desire for
Trula, Zeke sets about capturing Trula's heart—or at least a place in her bed.
But with every moment Trula resists, Zeke falls into greater danger.
For his investigation into the haunted city and madam doesn't
just risk his heart but both their lives.
Author Bio:
Julie
Mulhern always wanted to be a writer. She spent her childhood creating pen
names and dreaming of exotic, mysterious, romantic places. To that end, she
went to Washington and Lee University in Lexington, Virginia (because, when
you’re from the Midwest, the South is both exotic and romantic). There she
earned degrees in politics and French. She even spent a year living in Paris.
But the Midwest beckoned and she returned home. Now she lives with her husband,
two daughters and a dastardly dog. It might not be exotic or mysterious but it
is romantic.
Excerpt:
“You’re still here, Mr. Barnes.” Apparently he meant to continue plaguing her.
He showed no sign of leaving. She wanted him gone, yet she was glad he’d stayed.
Her lips pursed. She was annoyed and wasn’t precisely sure with whom.
“You keep late
hours, Miss Boudreaux.”
She wandered about
the room, too bothered by him to be still. Instead, she collected empty glasses
and lined them up on the narrow table used for the bar.
“Nothing to say?”
Zeke’s voice mocked her.
“It’s early. On
the weekends, we stay busy ‘til dawn.”
“Well then, I
imagine you still have plenty of energy.”
His eyes skimmed
her body, lingering on her breasts. Her body tightened beneath his gaze and she
silently cursed its betrayal. She yawned bigger than Diddy. “It’s a shame
there’s nothing worth staying up for.”
He chuckled, a low
sound from deep in his throat. Again her perfidious body responded. Heat
pooled, tempting her to abandon the tenets that protected her. Worse, the
accursed man raised an eyebrow and smiled as if he could detect her body’s
yearnings from the comfort of his chair.
“Who are you and
why are you here?” she asked. Real emotion colored her voice. Well, why not?
His mere presence had bedeviled her all night. And now his eyes stripped the
dress clean off of her. How dare he disturb her well-ordered existence? She had
responsibilities. She didn’t need the distraction of a man who would leave her.
She scanned the room. There were no more glasses for her to gather, so instead
she collected ashtrays.
“I work for the
government. I’m investigating the murders.” He’d deliberately misunderstood. “I
think you know something about them.”
She paused, an
ashtray filled with the soggy ends of Cuban cigars clutched in her hand. Could
she hurl the dirty crystal fast enough to hit him with it? At the very least, a
few cigar butts might mar the pristine whiteness of his shirt. She set the
dirty ashtray down on a table with a resounding thunk. “I already told
you, I don’t.”
He shook his head
and a lock of his hair fell across his forehead. With a careless gesture, he
brushed it aside.
Trula arranged the
dirty ashtrays in a neat line so she didn’t have to look at him.
“I’d also like to
know you better.”
Trula took a slow
breath. “You seem to ignore answers you don’t like. I’m not available.”
“Ever?” Disbelief
lurked in the gravel of his voice. That gravel—it was the sound of lust—dark
and tempting and forbidden. Her heart leapt for her throat.
She squared her
shoulders and stared straight into his eyes. “Never.”
Thursday, July 31, 2014
Author, author... Resisting the Musician by Ally Blake + #giveaway
Resisting
the Musician
Ally
Blake
When Lori agrees to Dash’s terms, he thinks she's the one in for a challenge. But the more time he spends with this spitfire bombshell, the more tempted he is to play her—in more ways than one. But Dash left behind the rock and roll life for a reason. And seductive as Lori may be, if she drags him back into that world, this time he won't forgive himself...or her.
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His rumpled T-shirt lifted at his belly to
reveal a happy trail and the fact that the top two buttons of his jeans had
been left undone, as if he’d rolled out of bed, tugged them on, and headed off
into the wilderness.
Also leaving her with the pretty sound
impression that he wore nothing underneath.
When Callie had mentioned meeting Jake’s
illusive reclusive ex-band-mate a few weeks before, Lori had briefly imagined
an overweight, overly-tattooed guy who reeked of bourbon and past glory.
Instead, she’d found Thor.
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