Thursday, December 10, 2015

Blog Tour and Giveaway: Dirty Deeds by Megan Erickson

 ~ Synopsis ~

  Alex Dawn is saying no to men. No to bad relationships, disappointments, and smooth-talkers. Focusing on her family and her job at Payton and Sons Automotive keeps her mind occupied and her heart content. She doesn’t really miss a man’s touch, until one night, one shows up with the body of a god and a voice from her dirtiest dreams. L.M. Spencer is only in Tory, Maryland, to scope out the town as a possible site for one of his company's hotels. The British businessman didn’t expect his car to break down or to find the hottest little American he’s ever seen holding a tire iron, piercing him with bright blue eyes. They agree to one hot night, one dirty deed to burn out the chemistry between them. But from their first kiss, Alex can’t stop saying yes to this man. And when Spencer’s company threatens everything she cares about, they must make the choice to stand together or apart. 








~ Review ~
3.5 Stars 


While I loved the story line I just couldn't get into the book. I wanted to, but it was almost too predictable.  I wanted some mystery thrown in there.  And the end just killed me.  It's like it was missing the last few pages.

I loved that Alex learned how to love and become a stronger person.  She needed to grow so she could actually love someone.  You can't love another person until you love yourself!!


Even though this book was only a 3.5 stars for me I'd still read the others in this series!!  I liked all the characters.



~ Excerpt ~

Alex Dawn growled as she tightened the hubcap with the tire iron and thought, for the fifth time, that she should have gone home an hour ago. But that meant going home to an empty house, which she didn’t think she’d hate but had learned to her supreme horror that she did, in fact, hate living alone. She’d never lived alone, not ever. First she’d lived with her mom and sister, Ivy, and then . . . him . . . and then again with Ivy and her daughter, Violet. She liked living with Ivy and V, but now they had moved in with Ivy’s boyfriend, so Alex was alone. In that apartment that used to be filled with Ivy’s clothes and Violet’s coloring books. Alex banged the tool on the rubber of the tire. The thunk was comforting. She did it again, and again, wondering why she was doing this, but couldn’t deny it felt good as hell to get some anger out. Because that’s all she seemed to have lately. Anger. Anger at him and at her life and anger at the fact that she couldn’t seem to be fucking happy. It was a shitty cycle. Therapy was helping, a little, but it dredged up old wounds she’d tried to bury for so long. She hated being unhappy. But the more she dwelled on it, the less happy seemed to be within reach. She did like her job, though, so that was something. Working at Payton and Sons Automotive as a mechanic was more home than that empty apartment. Her phone rang, and she glanced at the caller ID before tucking her phone in between her ear and shoulder. “Hey.” “What’re you doing?” Ivy’s voice was soothing. “Working,” Alex answered. There was a pause, as if Ivy was checking the time. “You’re still at work.” “Tell her to go the fuck home!” yelled a male voice in the background. Brent Payton. Ivy’s boyfriend and Alex’s coworker. “Stop swearing,” Ivy muttered, but there was no heat to her words. Alex smiled. “Tell him I’d stop working if I didn’t have to pick up his slack.” There was a rustle on the phone and then Brent’s voice was clear. “Seriously, why are you still there?” Alex shrugged, even though she knew no one could see her. “Why do you care? I’m getting stuff done so you have less to do tomorrow.” It was Friday and Alex was off the next day, but Brent was on the Saturday shift. “Alex.” Brent sighed. “Go home.” Where was home? she wanted to ask. But instead she traced an oil spot on the concrete with her boot. “Yeah, okay. Just so you know, this Jeep here—” “I’ve been drinking. Leave me a fucking note.” Alex rolled her eyes. “Fine. Take care of my sister for me.” “Always do.” Alex was about to hang up when Ivy’s voice came back on the line. There was a giggle, and Alex was happy for her sister at the same time a pang of envy sliced into her heart. “Alex?” “Yup.” “Want to come over or something?” “Nah, that’s okay. You guys have a nice family night or whatever.” “Alex, you’re family too.” She was, but Ivy was starting a new family, a nice, perfect nuclear family, and there wasn’t room in that house for a clingy sister. “I know, but I’m cool. Gonna go home and crash.” She’d been reading Ivy’s romance books she’d left behind too. “Okay, but if you change your mind . . .” “Thanks, honey, but I’m fine.” Ivy sighed. “ ’K, love you.” “Love you too.” Alex shoved her phone back into her pocket and glanced around the garage. She really should go home. The sun was setting, painting the fall sky in streaks of pink and orange. Hooking her thumbs in her pockets, she walked to the front of the garage, leaned against the side of the open bay, and gazed at the sky and the Friday night traffic on Main Street in Tory, Maryland. She tapped the tire iron against her jean-clad thigh, enjoying the breeze on her heated skin and through the thin fabric of her tank top. Her nerves were jittery, and sometimes she still had the urge to run. To flee. To be far away from him and her past as best as she could. But if she’d learned anything since she moved to Tory, it was that she couldn’t keep running. So she stayed here, where Ivy found the love of her life and where Alex had a good job and could see her niece grow. She’d given up hope long ago she’d get the fairy tale that seemed to happen for everyone else. And that was okay. She’d hardened and carried a chip on her shoulder that was like an old friend now. She was about to turn around and close up shop when the sound of a rattling exhaust caught her attention. She turned her head to see a red Mercedes—the source of the sound—making its way down the street. The car turned into the parking lot of Payton and Sons and Alex waited as it parked in front of her and the driver turned off the engine, which thankfully killed the noise. Alex glanced at her watch. It was after seven now. Technically the shop closed an hour ago, but she waited for the driver to get out of the car, because it wasn’t like she was in a hurry. The door opened. A man’s black dress shoe planted on the ground of the parking lot, attached to a gray-panted leg. That leg just . . . kept going. The man had to be tall as hell, and when he emerged from the car, Alex swallowed. Yes, he was tall. Very tall, probably close to six-four. He wore a gray suit with a white shirt that was unbuttoned at the top and a dark blue tie, loosened so the knot hung off to one side. He slammed the car door shut with a little bit of anger, and Alex jolted at the sound and the force, her body stiffening. She hated herself a little at her knee-jerk reaction to a big man who was angry. She squared her shoulders and gripped the tire iron, watching the tall man with dark hair glare at his car with his hands on his lean hips, broad shoulders rising and falling with a heavy sigh. He speared his fingers through his hair and turned to Alex, opening his mouth to say something but stopping abruptly at the sight of her. He blinked. She blinked back. He was about ten feet away, and even from here she could see the brilliant blue of his eyes, the long dark lashes framing them. The little bit of silver peppering his hair at his temples. He was gorgeous in a clean-cut, serious businessman way. The effortlessly wavy hair, the square jaw, the lips that threatened to open any minute and spit out such words like merger and acquisition and accounts payable. He looked like he didn’t smile, but scowled from under a heavy brow. The type of man who’d always looked down his nose at all the Dawn women. Called them easy and white trash under his breath. Yeah, she was judging, but her defense was to judge first. Better to size up whom she was dealing with quickly than be caught off guard. Basically, Mercedes Man was the exact opposite of Alex’s type. She placed the tire iron she was holding and crossed her arms over her chest. With a raised eyebrow, she said, “Having some trouble?” He blinked again, his hand frozen in his hair. Then he dropped it at his side, the other still on his hip. “Bloody car.” It was Alex’s turn to be surprised. The guy was British. She’d never met anyone who was British, and she really only heard British accents on TV shows like Game of Thrones and Spartacus, when all the actors had these vague European accents in order to appear exotic. She grew up in Indiana. Not a hotbed of diversity. “You guys really say ‘bloody’? Like that’s actually a thing?” she asked—and immediately clamped her hand over her mouth, because the man’s dark eyebrows dipped in a scowl, which still did nothing to lessen his attractiveness. “Do you Americans really say ‘yee-haw’?” he shot back at her, the last word morphing into what Alex assumed was an attempt at a southern accent. “You’ve officially said that word more than I have in my whole life,” she answered drily. He paused, like he wasn’t sure whether to laugh or glare. In the end, he went with a glare, along with a muttered, “Well, then, I’ll be sure not to blurt that out at random times.” “That might be a good rule.” She took a step forward and jerked her chin in the direction of his car. “Need some help?” “Your bloody roads,” he said. “Can’t go a hundred meters without hitting a pothole, and it’s done a number on my car.” His eyes took in a sweep of the shop. Alex tried not to look at it through this man’s eyes. Everything about him, from his clothes to his car, was sleek and clean and put together. The shop behind her was an older building, with a few—okay, several—cosmetic issues. It smelled like grease, oil, gas, and rubber, and she loved every fucking inch of Payton and Sons. So this guy could sneer at it all he wanted. It was home to her. When that arresting blue gaze returned to hers, his eyes were unreadable. “Can you service a Mercedes?” Oh, for fuck’s sake. “Uh, yeah, we can service a Mercedes.” He didn’t flinch at her dry tone or her looks-could-kill laser eyes. The man was made of steel. “I see. Well, then, can you look at it, or do I need to speak to a manager?” She kinda wanted to punch the guy. “No.” He stared. “No . . . you can’t look at it, or no, I don’t need to speak to a manager?” “Neither.” She gestured toward the unlit sign in the window of the office. “We’re closed.” Maybe she would have stayed open if anyone but this guy had pulled into the parking lot. He sighed and ran his hands over his face and up into his hair, tugging on the dark strands before dropping his arms to his sides. “Fuck,” he muttered, turning his glare back onto the car. She stuck her hands in her pockets. “Look, I’ll make sure the guys coming in tomorrow look at it, but that’s all I can promise.” After a silent thirty seconds, he nodded. “That’ll have to do then.” She took a step forward. “I’m Alex, by the way.” His gaze dipped down her body for one minute before locking eyes with her. “Spencer.” That name. So British and posh and everything Alex wasn’t. “Do you need a ride somewhere?” She should just make him figure it out on his own since he was kind of a jerk, but she could always use some karma points. And it wasn’t like Tory had a taxi service. “I’m at the Tory Inn.” “I know where that is. I can give you a ride, if you want.” He studied her again, and she wondered what he thought of her. She was dirty after a long day at work, but she always wore a full face of makeup and red lipstick. He had hated it, but she didn’t wear it for him. “Okay, yes,” Spencer said with a nod, his tone brusque. “I’d like that. Thank you.” His last two words were tacked on, like an afterthought. Don’t hurt yourself thanking me. “I’m going to close up the shop, so you can get your things and I’ll meet you at my truck.” She pointed to her old Ford in the corner of the lot. His eyes followed her finger, and then he gave a short nod. “Give me ten,” she said. It really only took her five minutes to close up the shop, but she needed some time to gain her bearings. She could feel his judgment of her and her workplace on her skin like ants. She wanted to get home and shower and forget about this uppity Brit. Why had she offered him a ride home? Stupid, stupid Alex. Also, why did he have to be hot? When she approached her truck, he was standing by the passenger door, head bent, a lock of dark hair falling onto his forehead as he tapped away at his phone. As her footsteps approached, he looked up. He held a fancy-looking bag, the strap crossed over his chest. “That all you have?” she asked. He nodded and his head swiveled as he looked up and down Main Street. He sighed, and for the first time since she’d met him, his severe face softened. “Look, I’m sorry. I’ve had a shite day, and I was an arse. Can I buy you dinner or a drink to make up for it?” Alex hesitated. No, no, just say no. But he was looking at her with a somewhat eager expression, and she was starving. A free meal. While looking at a hot guy. Hopefully he kept his mouth shut. “There’s a little place down the street, serves burgers and beer.” “Lovely.” As they got into the truck and she put on her seat belt, she said, “But you don’t have to pay—” “Please, Alex.” She tried not to think about how she liked the way he said her name, drawing out the first syllable and emphasizing the x. “Sure, okay,” she said as she backed out of the parking lot, glancing at him as she did. He smiled then. A smile that transformed his surly face into . . . something gorgeous. Spectacular. Like he belonged in some period film with a cravat, sipping champagne. She tried not to think about how his smile made her feel, even as the warmth spread down to her toes. He was just a hot guy, and she’d been around hot dudes before. Hell, she worked with some. So why couldn’t she quit perving on this one? Especially because he’d already shown he could be an asshole. God, was that who she was? A woman who was doomed to always want to bone jerks? Spencer’s name was probably something like Spencer Addington IV, and he probably had a distant relative of royalty. Surely, his family played polo or cricket or whatever they did over there in Britain. Either way, despite the way his eyes lingered on her lips and the way his long tapered fingers rested on his thigh, he wasn’t her type. Hell, she didn’t have a type anymore. Being alone was lonely, but at least it was safe.



~ Author Bio ~ 

Megan Erickson grew up in a family that averages 5’5” on a good day and started writing to create characters who could reach the top kitchen shelf. She’s got a couple of tattoos, has a thing for gladiators and has been called a crazy cat lady. After working as a journalist for years, she decided she liked creating her own endings better and switched back to fiction. She lives in Pennsylvania with her husband, two kids and two cats. And no, she still can’t reach the stupid top shelf. 















~ Praise for MEGAN ERICKSON ~

 “A super sweet, extra sexy second chance romance that will have you laughing out loud and needing a minute to cool off. Dirty Thoughts is right!” — Jay Crownover, New York Times bestselling author “Megan Erickson ratchets up the romance and sizzle in her sexy new series. The Mechanics of Love will rev readers’ hearts.” — Jennifer Ryan, New York Times and USA Today bestselling author “Megan Erickson writes hot, hot, HOT stories packed with emotion and humor. You’re going to want to read everything she’s ever written!” — Sophie Jordan, USA Today bestselling author 



~ Where to buy DIRTY DEEDS ~

HarperCollins: http://www.harpercollins.com/9780062407771/dirty-deeds 
 Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Dirty-Deeds-Mechanics-Love-Novel-ebook/dp/B00US2K4TC Barnes and Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/dirty-deeds-megan-erickson/1122599629 iTunes: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/dirty-deeds/id977352380 
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Tuesday, December 1, 2015

Blog Tour and Giveaway: Forbid Me by M. Robinson


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TITLE: FORBID ME (The Good Ol' Boys 2)
(Standalone within a series)
AUTHOR: M. ROBINSON
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It was only a matter of time until the truth came out.
I never thought it would come to this…
I tried, God knows I tried to stay away from her but eventually I crossed that line and broke that trust. I could no longer go back and I sure as fuck didn’t regret a single moment of it. I knew there would be hell to pay, I knew the wrath I’d be facing but I would willingly take the burns and scars just to have the love of my best friend's sister.
If there is one person I’d willingly go to hell and back for it was…

Lillian Ryder

Standalone within a series. New Adult Contemporary Romance: Strong language and sexual content, not intended for readers under 18. This is a Full Length Novel





~ Review ~
4 Stars

I love, love, loved Complicate me.  I had a little trouble with this one.  I wasn't a huge fan of Jacob.  He was a hypocrite and did some stupid things that I just couldn't understand.

I really like how strong Lily was.  I just wish she would have stood up for herself more.  I don't like how she always let Jacob dictate what she was to do.

Jacob was too pushy and demanding for me in certain situations.  I understood his issues with pulling away from Lily to begin with, but not the last time.  Also, I just can't forgive him for what he did to Alex and Lucas :(

I cannot wait for the next book in the series even though I know that one is going to break my heart.  This is a great series by M. Robinson!


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I took a moment when I was fully inside of her, leaning back to take a good look at her, wanting to remember her just this way, always. Her long silky brown hair spread all over my sheets, the way her cheeks were slightly flushed and how the blush crept down to her neck, how her lips were swollen from my touch and her serene eyes glazed over.
So beautiful.
So fucking beautiful.
So fucking mine.
I placed a soft kiss on the pulse on her neck, loving the feel of it beating against my lips. Her dark brown eyes watched me adoringly as I took what I needed. What she gave. I peered up at her and she shyly smiled while I kissed my way down to her breasts, taking her perfect round nipple into my mouth, making her moan. I fucking loved it when she moaned.
It made my cock twitch inside her.
“Jacob, come up here. I want to feel all your weight on me.”
I placed my body completely on hers, like I knew she loved, caging her in with my arms around her head so that my hands could caress her face. My torso touching her chest and my legs firmly locked beside hers. Every time I thrust in she could feel the mass of my body movement, inclining her a little higher each time. I softly kissed her, taking my time with each stroke of my tongue as it weaved with hers. Savoring the velvety feel of my mouth claiming hers, thrusting in and out of her tight wet core a few times before I pulled away needing to look into her eyes again. I loved seeing every emotion I felt through her gaze. It mirrored every feeling that was displayed inside of me, to a degree I never quite understood, but I didn’t care because it was there. It was for me.
Just. For. Me.


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She was born in New Jersey but was raised in Tampa Fl. She is currently pursuing her Ph.D in psychology, with two years left.

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Thursday, November 26, 2015

Blog Tour and Giveaway: Endure by S.E. Hall


Title: Endure
Author: S.E. Hall
Series: The Evolve Series
Genre: New Adult
Release Date: November 24



~ Synopsis ~  

Our vessel may have cracks and dings, tatters in its sail, and sometimes takes on water… but it still cuts through the waves with authority.

Because of its Crew – bonded for life.

Unsinkable.

Will this be our final voyage… or just the beginning of a new chapter in our lives.

****

Endure, the fourth book in the Amazon Best Selling Evolve Series by S.E. Hall, can be read following Emerge, Embrace, Entangled (novella) and Entice.

Strong sexual content – mature audiences recommended.





~ Review ~
4 Stars by guest reviewer Margaret

This book begins with a destination wedding in Jamaica but who is the wedding for? I can't tell you that because it would spoil the book! Let's just say it couldn't be more fitting!

The Crew is still all together with some life altering changes within the group of friends, but again I can't say what/who they are because it would spoil the book.

The first half of the book is from Dane and Laney's POV and lets just say they still have that all consuming love and passion. I love these two together!

The second half of the book is from Zach and someone whom I don't want to say because it would once again spoil things but maybe it's time for him to get his HEA or is it??

I loved revisiting the crew and getting caught up on what's been going on in their lives. Always there for each other in good times and bad times which is the epitome of all friendships! Another great read from SE Hall.




~ Excerpt ~  

“Well hop to it, your holiness. I’m itching to kiss my wife!”

His enthusiasm is as humorous as it is recognizable. There’s no feeling in the world comparable—the impatience to begin the rest of your life with that one person—the only woman in the world who turns you into a blundering fool, no matter who’s watching. The need to touch her so great, you’ll babble your way through an argument, with a man of God, no matter who’s listening.
He loves her. Without reason or restriction.

Unashamedly.

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~ Evolve Series ~



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EMERGE


EMBRACE


ENTANGLED


ENTICE


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~ Author Bio ~


S.E. Hall, lover of all things anticipation and romance, is the author of The Evolve Series: Emerge, Embrace, Entangled, Entice, Baby Mama Drama and now, Endure! She’s also written the Finally Found novels Pretty Instinct and Pretty Remedy. Her co-written works include The Provocative Professions Collection: Stirred Up, Packaged and Handled, One Naughty Night and the standalone, full-length novel Matched with Angela Graham as well as Conspire, a romantic suspense with Erin Noelle.

S.E. resides in Arkansas with her husband of 19 years and 3 daughters of the home. When not writing or reading, she can be found “enthusiastically cheering” on one of her girls’ softball games.


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Wednesday, November 25, 2015

Blog Tour and Giveaway: Vegas Love by Jillian Dodd

~ Blurb ~

Hollywood actress, Ashlyn Roberts, just had the worst week of her life. Her ex released a sex tape of them and just when she was convinced her current boyfriend was a keeper for standing by her side, he breaks up with her at a friend’s wedding. She’s planning to drown her sorrows in booze when she meets a sexy stranger as she’s leaving the wedding and they end up in Vegas, married.
                                                                      
Cash Crawford is offered a dream job working with his brother as a junior talent agent. He’ll put his shiny new law degree to good use and make a bunch of money in the process. His first task is simple: Keep Ashlyn Roberts out of trouble and don’t sleep with her.
Which might be kind of tough, since they definitely consummated their Vegas wedding.

Will this one night stand end in the quickie divorce they promised each other? Or will they realize they got lucky in love?










Meet Ashlyn & Cash in VEGAS LOVE!
Jillian Dodd's newest SEXY contemporary romance releasing November 24th!

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~ Review ~
5 Stars 

This book was really good.  I laughed in spots.  It kept me entertained and made me want more.  I hope that Cade and Carter  get books!!

Ashlynn is going through a rough time.  She lets go one night.  Has the time of her life and ends up married to a man she doesn't know.  Will she follow through and get divorced?  Or will she try to make it work?

Cash has always wanted to settle down.  He's been living up life since he broke up with his longtime girlfriend.   Once he sets eyes on Ashlynn he wants to get to know her.  He doesn't expect to end up married to her with twelve hours of meeting her. Now that he married her will he be able to walk away?

I love the chemistry between Cash and Ashlynn in this book.  I love that Cash is there for her, but teaches her to rely on herself.  That ultimately you have to love your own life and make your own decisions.

I cannot wait to finally read the Captive Films series!  I can't wait to find out more about those characters!!




~ Excerpt ~

She pulls me into a limo. “Where are we going?” I ask. Not that I care. At this point, I’d go just about anywhere with this girl. She’s amazing. And I don’t just mean the sex—which was practically mind-blowing. She’s gorgeous and funny as shit.
“Vegas.”
“I’m surprised you’d want to go there after—” She grabs my lips in her fingertips and shuts them, giving me fish lips.
“Rule number one,” she says. “No talking about the past. Other than I’m going to say that the last two times I’ve been in Vegas have been big disappointments. Give me a minute. I need to make a call.”
“Who are you calling?”
“Carter Crawford. He doesn’t know it yet, but we’re going to borrow his plane. I happen to know he’s not leaving here until tomorrow afternoon. Do you know him?”
“The best man?” I ask. I consider telling her that I know Carter quite well, since he’s my brother, but I don’t. She wants a no-names-kind-of night. Which is funny considering everyone knows the actress Ashlyn Roberts, who’s well-known for her blockbuster movie roles, red carpet antics, and bubbly personality.
“After the breakup with Luke and before I started dating Zach, Carter took me to Vegas,” she says, causing me to tense up. Just the thought of her fucking anyone other than me—particularly my brother—threatens to rip me apart. How can I possibly feel so crazy jealous over her already? It was just sex. Wasn’t it? “I thought our trip would be romantic with a whole lot of hot and sweaty, you know, but nothing happened between us. His brother, Cade, is my agent, and he was just trying to cheer me up.”
I breathe easier, then let my lips graze down her neck. “If hot, sweaty, romantic Vegas is what you want, Hotass. It’s what you’ll get.”
“I need a wig though.”
“Why?”
“So no one recognizes me, silly. I have a fake ID. Sometimes, I just want to go out without it being a scene. Tonight is one of those nights.”
“I bet we can find you a wig in Vegas.”
“Ha, you’re right,” she says as I pull her on my lap and kiss her again.
We fuck on the plane.
Twice.
Drink some more.
When we land in Vegas, we go directly to a store where she sends me in to buy a wig.
“What kind?” I ask.
“Long and blond.”
“Hot,” I say.
“While you do that, I’ll get us set up in a hotel.”
When I get back in the town car, she tells the driver which hotel to take us to.
“I’ve never stayed here before,” she says, pulling on the wig. “You go get the key, okay? I told them your name was Harry Tripping and not to ask for ID.”
“That’s funny.”
We ride the elevator to one of the upper floors and enter a sprawling suite. “Very nice. You have good taste.”
“Only the best for our wild one-night stand.”
A butler appears out of nowhere. “Anything you need?”
“Nothing he can’t give me,” she says, pulling on my tie and giving me a naughty grin.
I send the butler away then lead her over to the windows. “Look at this view.”
“Ohmigawd! Look! The Bellagio fountains are starting!” She leans against the glass and looks down. “Wow. This is kinda trippy.”
I push my hips into her ass, somehow ready for round—hell, I lost count. Two times at the wedding, a blow job in the limo, joined the mile high club twice, so round—six. Doesn’t matter though, my Johnson is raring to go. I wrap my arms around her waist, kiss her neck, and finger her while she watches the fountains rise. She reaches back and slides her hand down my pants.
“You’re hard again,” she says, seemingly surprised.
“You turn me on,” I whisper.
“Do me right here. I feel like I should say your name—but this is a still a no-names-kind-of night, right?”
“That’s what you wanted. I’m still calling you Hotass because, you”—I lift her skirt, slide off her panties, and slap her naked butt—“have a very hot ass.”
“Oh!” she says when I spank her. She guides me into her and as I start thrusting, she bends over more—putting her arms out and her hands flat against the glass.
“This is like a fantasy,” she says, moving against me in time with the fountains. “Do you think when they do the big finale you can come?”
“I’d rather make you come.”
“Spank me again, then.”
I pull back, but not out, giving myself just enough space to smack her ass before plunging deep inside her.
“Oh, god! Do it harder! Oh, fuck, yes. Yes. Yes. Yes!”

And just before the fountains stop, she collapses against the window.


~ Author Bio ~

Jillian Dodd grew up on a farm in Nebraska, where she developed a love for Midwestern boys and Nebraska football. She has drank from a keg in a cornfield, attended the University of Nebraska, got to pass her candle, and did have a boy ask her to marry him in a bar. She met her own prince in college, and they have two amazing children, a Maltese named Sugar Bear, and two Labrador puppies named Camber Lacy and Cali Lucy. She is the author of the That Boy Trilogy and The Keatyn Chronicles Series.










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