Wednesday, December 14, 2016

Rockin' Around The Mitchell Tree by Jennifer Foor *~*~*~*~*~* Blog Tour & Review


 

Rockin' Around The Mitchell Tree
by Jennifer Foor

Now Available!!

Those Mitchell boys are up to no good again.
Join us this season for funny stories and lots of pie.

Contains some adult content.
These characters are from the Mitchell Family Series and Mitchell Healy Series.


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Rockin' Around The Mitchell Tree by Jennifer FoorReview by Theresa EsterlineStars: 5

Watch out for the backfiring pranks!!

OMG!  You will laugh until you cry and then you will be so thankful you are reading this and not living it!!  Remember the crazy Tyler Mitchell pranks... well Jax can beat his father by a long shot!  And now a bit about the story...

The whole Mitchell clan is back together at the Mitchell ranch in Kentucky. The family is so big now they have to celebrate in the barn, the same fancy event barn built for Savanna and Colt's wedding.  After the annual reading from the Mitchell-Healy Twas the Night before Christmas storybook, the family pranks begin.  But one of these will backfire!  Watch out for the blast!! 


Favorite Passage: Besides, it's Christmas.  It's about forgiving, and being thankful, but mostly appreciating life and the real reason for the season.



About the Author:
A Maryland native who spends most of her time devising a plan to live off the land on some remote island, where no one will ever find her.

She is a married mother of two kids, who may or may not drive her completely bonkers. In her spare time she enjoys shooting pool, camping and spending time with friends and family.
 
 

Saturday, December 10, 2016

Rockin' Around The Mitchell Tree by Jennifer Foor *~*~*~*~*~* Pre-Order Blitz!!


 

Rockin' Around The Mitchell Tree
by Jennifer Foor

Coming December 12th!

Those Mitchell boys are up to no good again.
Join us this season for funny stories and lots of pie.

Contains some adult content.
These characters are from the Mitchell Family Series and Mitchell Healy Series.


It's an Amazon exclusive.  Here are the pre-order links:




About the Author:
A Maryland native who spends most of her time devising a plan to live off the land on some remote island, where no one will ever find her.

She is a married mother of two kids, who may or may not drive her completely bonkers. In her spare time she enjoys shooting pool, camping and spending time with friends and family.
 
 

Thursday, December 8, 2016

Salvaged (A Saints of Denver Novel) by Jay Crownover *~*~*~*~* Cover Reveal & Pre-Order

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Heartbeats by Sarah O'Rourke *~*~*~*~*~* Blog Tour & Review



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Heartbeats BY Sarah O'Rourke

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He’ll fight her every step of the way. She’s fighting because there is no other way to keep him alive.

Alpha FBI agent Matteo Cassano gives the orders. He is not accustomed at all to following them. The control-freak legend of the FBI could have any woman he wants, and often had in the past. But when he meets the amazing, younger Brenna Langley, he might have finally found the woman that could change his entire life.

Brenna Langley is professional, focused, and determined to move ahead in her career at the FBI.  Having tried a few failed relationships, she had decided that romance would not be in the cards for her. That was, until Matt Cassano enters her orbit and she finds herself on a secret, covert mission to save the great man from himself. 

But what happens when these two determined personalities clash and the change is more than either one of them bargained for? And when Matt’s health becomes an issue, can the fledgling relationship survive?

STANDALONE. HEA. Romantica erotica.


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Brushing a lingering kiss to the center of her now exposed porcelain skin, he lifted his eyes to hers and smiled wolfishly.  “I was just wondering if this couch is gonna provide enough room for me,” he replied as her ran two fingers down the center of her chest until they reached the clasp of her bra.

Her voice caught in her throat at his touch, and it was an effort to even get one word out. "Room to what, exactly?" she asked as her own fingers continued to release the buttons on his shirt. Feeling his lips moving against the fabric of her plain, serviceable lace bra, Bren finally freed that last button on his shirt, her sense of victory easily swallowed up in the sensations he was causing in her body. Burying her hands in the soft springy curls on his chest, she pushed the offending shirt off of his shoulders, her desire to see him too much to ignore.  “Whatcha think you’re gonna do here, Cassano?”

Catching her eyes with his, Matteo grinned against her pale flesh.  “Sweetheart, there’s no thinking to it.  I’ve imagined what I want to do to you a thousand times in a thousand different ways.  I know that I’m about to make those fantasies a reality.  I’m on the verge of devouring this beautiful body of yours.  I’m just curious as to where you’d rather serve me that meal.  Here or in a nice comfortable bed?  I’m good either place,” he returned huskily a scant moment before his teeth captured her nipple through the material of her bra.  Growling against her skin, he suddenly offered a great prayer of thanks to the brilliant genius who first imagined the possibilities of a bra with a front closing snap as his fingers quickly flicked open the clasp.

In one fell swoop, Bren felt her bra leave her body, the insubstantial material flying through the air.  If she wasn't mistaken,  she heard it land somewhere on the linoleum in the kitchen, and at some point later on she needed to remember to congratulate him on the distance he’d achieved. At this exact moment, however, that was the last thought on her mind as his wonderfully warm mouth suddenly found her waiting breast, engulfing it quickly in the fiery heat of his mouth.


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Heartbeats by Sarah O'Rourke
Review by Theresa Esterline
Stars: 5

Just one more beat...

Great romantic comedy with a little suspense and lots of passion! You feel like you are in the middle of a huge Italian family get together. While balancing workplace romance on the federal level. Not your traditional Passion in Paradise romance - this one is more city chic and less country and I loved it!! And now a bit about the story...

Bren has been drawn to Matteo since be came back to work. What she doesn't know is he feels the same way. However long shifts tracking down unSubs (think Criminal Minds) keeps distracting them from many real dates. But as in any potential relationship there are some secrets, things that should have been left unsaid, and things not said enough... Will these two survive they're next case?

Favorite passages:
- she was wondering if he was stalking her like a lion would an antelope, she was smart enough to not allow things to move too quickly
- But what he could not stand for, what he would not allow, was decaf coffee. Somebody was going to pay for this one.
- "Careful, careful, Agent Cassano. You wouldn't want to offend the oracle before you receive the services you desire, now would you?'
- "I'm sorry, did I sleep through you being appointed dictator for the day?"
- "Mama knows, Kitty Cat, so put away your claws,"
- "Yeah, you saved her golden angel," Alex agreed. "With a slightly tarnished halo," Mari murmured, "but, still a halo nonetheless," she added with a slight smile at her brother. "Slightly tarnished, my ass! The thing has turned green and is half hanging off his head," Cath snorted.
- "Bella, don't you think you've established enough rules?"
- "Rabbit food doesn't take a hell of a long time to prepare,"
- "Always thinking with the brain in your pants,"

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Sarah O'Rourke is the alter ego of two best friends who bonded over their passion for romantic fiction and erotica. Born and raised in the southern United States, one lives near Louisville, Kentucky, while the other resides in Atlanta, Georgia.  Formerly an accountant and a chemist, they are now overworked, stay-at-home moms who adore their children, their husbands...and writing about love in every way possible.

Inspired by their dog-eared copies of Gone with the Wind and their almost warped DVDs of Steel Magnolias, they love to write wildly intense romantic/erotica stories that have multiple characters, but they focus on one couple that will ALWAYS have a happy ending…eventually!


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Monday, December 5, 2016

Heartbeats by Sarah O'Rourke *~*~*~*~*~* Release Day Blitz

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He’ll fight her every step of the way. She’s fighting because there is no other way to keep him alive.

Legendary FBI profiler Matteo Cassano gives the orders. He is not accustomed at all to following them. The control-freak legend of the FBI could have any woman he wants, and often had in the past. But when he meets the amazing, younger Brenna Langley, he might have finally found the woman that could change his entire life.

Brenna Langley is professional, focused, and determined to move ahead in her career with the Federal Bureau of Investigation. Having tried a few failed relationships, she had decided that romance would not be in the cards for her. That was, until Matt Cassano enters her orbit and she finds herself on a secret, covert mission to save the great man from himself.

But what happens when these two determined personalities clash and the change is more than either one of them bargained for? And when Matt’s health becomes an issue, can the fledgling relationship survive?

STANDALONE. HEA. Romantica erotica.

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A mere ten minutes later, Bren found herself firmly wrapped in those arms of his, straddling his waist as he made himself quite at home on her leather sofa. Dropping another quick kiss to his waiting lips, she felt his hands slide under her blouse, his fingers finding the shallow indentation of her lower spine and stroking her sensitive skin gently.
Moaning as Matteo’s arms tightened around her waist and pulled her closer, Bren’s eyelids fluttered as she arched against his warm touch.  Biting her lip, she felt Matt’s devious lips smiling devilishly against her neck as his magic fingers skated up her toned sides, stopping only when he reached the satiny fabric barrier of her bra. “Oh, God,” she gasped as he leaned forward, dropping a slow, wet kiss to the center of her neck, her pulse pounding against his tongue. Tracing a slow, agonizing pattern up her neck and ending at her ear, Bren shivered as he slowly drew her earlobe between his lips.
Matteo grinned as he felt a shudder claim her aroused body, and he couldn't resist pushing her just a little bit farther. "So tell me, Brenna,” he whispered sensually against her flesh, his warm breath fanning her neck and pulling another quiver from her small body.  “Are you still thinking about keeping me out of your bed tonight, love?"
Sinking her teeth into her lower lip as she shifted in the cradle of his lap, Bren’s hand fisted in Matteo’s shirt, her nails digging into the soft material as her other hand desperately tried to unfasten the infuriating buttons she just knew had to be there somewhere.  “Now, Matt,” she said breathlessly, “I think we’ve proven that this couch is more than sufficient for our needs, don’t you?”
“Which needs would we be talking about, babe?" Matteo asked on a growl as he dropped his hand back to her waist.  Trailing one blunt fingertip up her side until he cupped the warm weight of her satin-covered breast in his hand, he rubbed his lips against the thrumming pulse in her neck as he murmured, "Maybe this need right here?"


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UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B01N1O7ZG5  
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Sarah O'Rourke is the alter ego of two best friends who bonded over their passion for romantic fiction and erotica. Born and raised in the southern United States, one lives near Louisville, Kentucky, while the other resides in Atlanta, Georgia.  Formerly an accountant and a chemist, they are now overworked, stay-at-home moms who adore their children, their husbands...and writing about love in every way possible.

Inspired by their dog-eared copies of Gone with the Wind and their almost warped DVDs of Steel Magnolias, they love to write wildly intense romantic/erotica stories that have multiple characters, but they focus on one couple that will ALWAYS have a happy ending…eventually!


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Twitter: @sarahorourke99 (http://www.twitter.com/sarahrourke99)  
Website: http://www.sarahorourke.info/  
Amazon Author Page: http://www.amazon.com/author/sarahorourke  
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6551798.Sarah_O_Rourke?from_search=true

Sunday, December 4, 2016

Half Shelled Heart (Oyster Cove #2) by Jennifer Foor *~*~*~*~* Blog Tour& Review

This is a second chance romance novel. 





Synopsis:

Brantley (Brant) Wallace Jr thought he had it all figured out. Living with his girlfriend of two years, he works hard on the water all day, and even harder when he gets home at night. The struggles of a serious relationship have always been difficult for Brant to digest, though he refuses to give up on what he feels is a good thing.

Jamie Danvers spent her summers on the shore of Chincoteague, Virginia, so after a messy separation from her husband, she moves her veterinary practice to the quaint coastal island. She never expected to run into the first person who ever stole her heart, or that after years apart there will be residual feelings.

When Brant sees Jamie he can't wrap his head around the girl who got away from him. Torn between current obligations, and a burning desire to get back what was once lost, Brant struggles with being able to move forward while knowing Jamie is back.


When love throws a good man a curve ball, there's no telling which road he'll choose.





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I Heart Books Review



Half Shelled Heart (Oyster Cove #2) by Jennifer Foor
Review by Theresa Esterline
Stars: 5

Here's to being optimistic!!

Be sure to start the series with Salt Water Wounds to get a sense of the family and island. All books are standalone, but I say always start from the beginning. Be prepared with your tissues as this story will pull you between being happy and doing the right thing for all the wrong reasons. But don't get me wrong, it is not all sad, there are some very funny moments and a few hot and steamy ones. And now a bit about the story...

Brant has taken over the family business from his dad. He is engaged, but always fighting. He wants to stay on the island and she demands they move. Seems to be doomed... Then his first love comes back to town with a past she is trying to forget. She's been warned to stay away, and he doesn't even knew she is back. But as the only island vet when his dog gets sick they run into each other. The sparks fly! Now he has decisions to make... but not all decisions can be owned by him... Will they find their happiness???

Favorite passage: The only one who can help me find happiness is me, and I’m determined to make it happen.



About the Author:
A Maryland native who spends most of her time devising a plan to live off the land on some remote island, where no one will ever find her.

She is a married mother of two kids, who may or may not drive her completely bonkers. In her spare time she enjoys shooting pool, camping and spending time with friends and family.




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Friday, November 25, 2016

Half Shelled Heart (Oyster Cove #2) by Jennifer Foor *~*~*~*~* Release Blitz





This is a second chance romance novel. 





Synopsis:

Brantley (Brant) Wallace Jr thought he had it all figured out. Living with his girlfriend of two years, he works hard on the water all day, and even harder when he gets home at night. The struggles of a serious relationship have always been difficult for Brant to digest, though he refuses to give up on what he feels is a good thing.

Jamie Danvers spent her summers on the shore of Chincoteague, Virginia, so after a messy separation from her husband, she moves her veterinary practice to the quaint coastal island. She never expected to run into the first person who ever stole her heart, or that after years apart there will be residual feelings.

When Brant sees Jamie he can't wrap his head around the girl who got away from him. Torn between current obligations, and a burning desire to get back what was once lost, Brant struggles with being able to move forward while knowing Jamie is back.

When love throws a good man a curve ball, there's no telling which road he'll choose.




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About the Author:
A Maryland native who spends most of her time devising a plan to live off the land on some remote island, where no one will ever find her.

She is a married mother of two kids, who may or may not drive her completely bonkers. In her spare time she enjoys shooting pool, camping and spending time with friends and family.




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Wednesday, November 23, 2016

Screwing Around by Alexis Wilder *~*~*~*~* Release Day Blitz & Excerpts

  

Happy Release Day to Alexis Wilder!  Screwing Around releases today as the follow-up to her debut novel Screw Up.  More info on both below!

Buy links:
Screw Up (book #1): http://amzn.to/1QQzz9P
Screwing Around (book #2): http://amzn.to/2d5GGQJ


Screw Up ~ A desperate writer must learn to embrace her inner bombshell when she lands a covert
job as the world’s first celebrity sex reporter. Join Cassie as she navigates troubled relationships,
props up failing investments, and tries to keep her secret job screwing movie stars for TFP under
wraps. Easy, right? --- This book includes the first five articles written by the infamous Tinseltown
Temptress.

Screwing Around ~ The world’s first celebrity sex reporter is learning that navigating the private lives
of Hollywood’s elite can be more treacherous than titillating. Continue on with Cassie as she
stumbles through interpersonal relationships, halfheartedly hunts for stolen earnings, and attempts
to keep her job nailing actors for TFP a closely guarded secret. How lucky can a girl get? Includes
articles six - ten.
 

A desperate writer must learn to embrace her inner bombshell when she lands a covert job as the world's first celebrity sex reporter. Cassie has hit hard times. She can't find a job, her mother is prison bound, and her love life jumped a plane and fled to another continent. What’s an ardent fangirl to do? When a handsome new acquaintance offers her a lucrative position writing for his online celebustalk publication, TenFootPole, Cassie jumps at the chance

to make some real money doing what she loves. The only catch is the subject matter. She’s assigned the gossip rag’s new beat, the sex desk, and must score with big names and tell all. In graphic detail. Publishing under the Tinseltown Temptress pseudonym is supposed to shield her, but she soon realizes that no amount of anonymity would be enough to protect her from the repercussions of her notorious stories. As her personal life circles the drain, Cassie grasps for handholds in all the wrong laps and struggles to keep her head above the shark infested water. When her investment in a friend’s all male revue is put in jeopardy, she must rally her seductive forces or sink forever under the waves.
The world’s first celebrity sex reporter finds navigating the private lives of Hollywood’s elite more treacherous than titillating. Cassie rallies her seductive forces in time to persuade her editor, Mr. Wilcox to rehire her at TFP, but her troubles are far from over.  How lucky can one girl get?  Run-ins with her ex, rando drummers, (Scandinavian film star and general loon) MH, and even a gun wielding psycho threaten to derail Cassie’s hunt for professional grade, celebrity level, sexual fulfillment. Her articles as the Tinseltown Temptress have become more popular than ever costing her friends, privacy, and peace of mind. And while her notoriety affords her a certain measure of job security it also makes keeping her secret involvement in the whole scandalous business harder than ever. Between locating her thieving mother and defending her
home from interlopers, both foreign nd domestic, Cassie is in over her head. Add in the constant pressures of finding suitable film stars to screw and bestie Matt breathing down her neck for his investment capital, and it’s plain why the woman feels so swamped. Clinging to the loose threads of all the lies, Cassie tries to stay afloat while blazing a torpid trail through the ranks of Hollywood’s finest in search of her happy ending

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Cassie answered an ad for a mystery position at TFP.mag her favorite celebrity gossip site.
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The following Monday, still wallowing in self-pity, Cassie was shocked to get a call from Rochelle setting up an interview for late that very afternoon. Nervous but desperate, she decided to keep the appointment even though she dreaded having to answer for some of her questionnaire responses. And what if James T. Wilcox himself sat in? Ugh. Praying to every god she’d ever heard of that this interview wasn’t with the man she’d slept with a few days ago, Cassie entered the sparse and generic lobby. Two white girls, beautiful, blue-eyed blondes in their early twenties sat across the small space from each other, clutching their portfolios in their neat french manicures. They were trying hard to look nervous, but not too nervous. One was thin and extremely leggy, the other a petite hardbody. Both were dressed like dirty librarians, complete with oversized granny glasses neither of them needed.
Sitting down between them, Cassie’s mind boggled a bit at the contrast between herself and these much younger women. Under the office’s harsh florescent overheads, her light-brown, dusky-rose skin tone looked washed out and slightly gray. Although she was in great physical shape, her body was a lot more on the bootylicious side. She had at least twenty pounds on both of them. Every bit of humidity available had found her tight, tiny mahogany curls, predictably frizzing them out. They’d partially tightened up into a messy looking long bob but wild stray wisps were sticking out everywhere giving her an odd halo effect. Her golden, hazel eyes joined her nose and lips in being too large for her otherwise normal sized face. Somehow the combination gave her a startled expression most people found disarming. She hadn’t even dressed professionally for the interview. Half thinking they’d only called her in to ridicule her writing sample to her face, she planned on hitting a blues show on her way home so as not to waste the trip downtown. Cassie had worn a short, bright orange, summer dress with a retro braid and bead belt and very high, strappy, bronze heels. She hadn’t even brought a portfolio, just a smallish metallic bag with some essentials.
Scanning through her social media accounts on her mobile while each of the other women went in, she began to get more and more nervous. Baffled as to why they hadn’t been given individual appointment times, she started to get paranoid and wonder if this wasn’t all some sort of bizarre test. Finally, nearly thirty minutes later, the little blonde was led to the elevator by the same dour faced woman who’d taken each of them in. She wore a plain, but perfectly tailored beige suit and sported a poofy Mrs. Garrett bun. She approached Cassie on her return trip and nodded portentously before walking toward the office door. Not sure that had been an invitation, Cassie kept her seat hesitantly.
“Come on then, dear. Let’s not keep him waiting.” The woman hadn’t even turned her head back to look but Cassie jumped up like she’d been scolded and rushed in after her. “Mr. Wilcox. Your last appointment, a Miss Clifford,” the woman announced, ruining Cassie’s hopes of an unbiased evaluation by someone who hadn’t seen her naked. Once Cassie shuffled awkwardly past her, his assistant turned sharply on one short heel and exited, closing the door firmly behind her.
“What do you know about TenFootPole?” Mr. James T. Wilcox’s disembodied voice asked from across the room. The question hung in the air between them as the seconds ticked by. She didn’t even try to answer. “Please, Sid, have a seat. God, you’re beautiful.” The last he seemed to just be saying to himself, but it still made Cassie feel instantly more at ease.
Ripping her eyes off the generic teamwork art on the wall of the conference room took an act of will, but she finally managed to look at him. He sat at one end of the large table, legal pad with illegible scribbling and a laptop open in front of him. He didn’t look that much like the guy that nearly sucked her ear off a few days ago. Finally moving, she crossed the room but remained standing across from him. She slipped her mobile back into her bag, pushed a button down on her old 90’s mini-recorder, and eyed him with uncertainty; sure that something about this wasn’t quite right.
Cassie enjoyed a love hate relationship with TFP. It was, by far, her favorite celebrity gossip site. “I’ve seen it,” she said. She’d seen it at least twice a day since its launch eight years ago. There were custom alerts set up on her phone to notify her if they mentioned any of her favorite celebrities.
“Oh yeah. This interview is being recorded. You answered ‘none of your business’ to almost all our… what did you call them on here? ‘nosy ass questions’.” He smiled at what he seemed to regard as her audacity but didn’t ask her anything, so Cassie just smiled back.
“Your writing sample is extremely impressive, even if the characters aren’t exactly yours to write with impunity.”
“Oh, you read it.” Cassie’s brain was screaming and wouldn’t let her mind sort out any of the right things to say. This man had read the passage she’d written about Mulder sucking Scully’s toes after a foot massage gone wonderfully wrong, and thought her writing was impressive. She knew she should sit but her muscles wouldn’t work. A wildly successful, multi-market publisher actually liked her MSR smut. She was blown away.
“I’m very interested in you for this position, but I need more to go on. Were you ever a groupie? Do anybody famous?”
Cassie didn’t consider herself the kind of girl to get into a kiss-and-tell fest with the King of the Paparazzi. “Let’s just say I’ve lived a little.”
“Can you elaborate?”
“I may have followed some bands around on tour.” Her curiosity finally overcame her flight instinct and her tensed muscles gave up, allowing her to sit down across the table from him. “And?”
“Groupie, huh? Just what I was hoping to find. My readers are insatiable. They want to know everything about these celebrities, and therefore so do I. Slept with anyone I’ve ever heard of?”
“Yes.”
He stared at Cassie, waiting breathless for details, then gave up and continued. “Are you really thirty-six?”
Are you really thirty-six? this greying man in his late forties had asked her, his nose and mouth wrinkled and drawn up slightly, as if he were afraid he might smell her nearing expiration date.
“That’s what my license says,” was how she answered, trying very hard to remain polite with her potential new employer. Also, the last man she’d had inside her.
Again he paused for more information that was not forthcoming. “And how many men would you estimate you screw in a quarter?”
“Do you mean a fiscal quarter?”
“Of course, what other kind is there?”
“I don’t know. This whole line of questioning is nuts. Maybe you mean how many guys can I slam in fifteen minutes.”
“That would be extreme even for my wildest projections for this position.”
“What position? What exactly do you want written? What the hell is all this about?
Again that wide mouthed toothy smile. “Fair enough. I want to start up a column, a sex column, about what it’s like to, you know, be with them.”
“Have sex you mean? With famous people and then write about it. The sex. Is that legal?”
“I hope so.”
“Sounds like prostitution, you hiring people to fuck. No offense, Mr. Wilcox, but just because I was a little slutty the other day doesn’t mean my body’s for sale.”
“Too bad. You’d be extremely rich if it was. First off Sid, you aren’t slutty you are a liberated woman. Secondly, this isn’t prostitution. Look at it this way, if you got to fuck a big star, like AB, you probably would, right?” AB was indeed a huge star, fifteen years ago a superstar, and he wasn’t aging all that badly.
“Um, in the right scenario, no strings? Maybe.” Cassie looked up at the ceiling and tried to imagine what she’d do. AB that’s what she’d do. “Yeah, I would.” She knew she’d never be able to resist hooking up with the incredibly handsome Hollywood hunk. In fact, she’d feel lucky and grateful.
“Well I wouldn’t be paying you for your carnal activities with Mr. B, I just want to buy your diary entry about them. Big difference.”
“I don’t know, kind of a gray area.” Her mind was spinning with the possibilities and ramifications and her mouth was trying to stall.
“Look, I think you’d be great for it, but if it’s not up your alley--?”
“Are you saying the job is mine?”
“Unfortunately, no. You are my first choice, of course, but cooler heads have demanded that we let actions speak louder than words. The tiny, spinner blonde who just left has passed muster and is also up for the job. First one to have sexual intercourse with a ‘big tv or film star’ and to submit at least 5,000 words about rockin’ his cock gets the job.”
“Is this the same breakdown you gave my competition?”
“Hell no, I was extremely professional with both those chicks. The first girl has a husband and a kid. Says they have an open marriage, but I told her thanks but no thanks anyway. That second girl though, her writing’s pretty hot and that body, Jesus. She’s a world class gymnast and was nearly a Rhodes scholar! She’s really going to give you a run for it. Feisty little thing.”
“Nearly makes her not a Rhodes scholar. Define ‘big tv or film star’.”
“Someone I’ve printed in TFP. Someone instantly recognizable.”
“You’re going to get your ass sued the fuck off.”
“We’re going to change their names, maybe a few tiny details, just enough to make them blind items. No sueing, my legal team assures me.”
“Uh-huh.”
“Trust me.”
They sat there staring at each other for a full minute and he seemed determined to make her speak first this time.
Cassie caved. “Where should I send my article when it’s done?”

Screw Up Review


I Heart Books Review

Screw Up (Tinseltown Temptress #1) by Alexis Wilder 
Review by Theresa Esterline
Stars: 4

Irresistible Temptations...

Funny stories of a woman in a desperate situation.  You'll laugh, feel bad, wish you were her, be glad you aren't, depending on which story she is after!  And now a bit about the story...

Cassie (aka Sid aka Lana) was dumped by her fiance via a text message from a burner phone.  Now she needs to find a job and hopefully get out of his apartment before he returns from his European tour.  Only problem is her newly acquired job requires some special skills she isn't all that thrilled with.  Can she see past the bad and do her job?

Favorite passages:
 - “Would you like an autograph?” In spit, on my thigh.
 - “Trudy’s cuts people off at three of those. It’s enough liquor to get a bear drunk.”

 - She liked his disarming sense of humor. He liked that she ate like a human woman, rather than a bunny picking at a salad.




Screwing Around Excerpt
James T. Wilcox, Cassie’s boss at TFP.mag, just roused her out of bed early in the afternoon to discuss his plans for her upcoming article. She’s busy making excuses.
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“An appreciative, philandering movie star is hard to find?”
“You should have gone after SEK like I suggested.”
“I love his characters way too much to ruin it with fangirl sex. Plus, he might have turned me down too.”
“He would have taken the bait, guaranteed.”
“Am I, personally, the bait? Or just my genitalia?”
“Don’t read too much into fishing metaphors. It’s a ridiculous hobby to begin with.”
“Wait, does he fish or something?”
“Who?”
“SEK.”
“I don’t fucking know. Look,” he took a silver pen out of his pocket and uncapped it. His other hand slowly breached the distance between them and touched her shoulder. He slid his fingers down, lightly brushing the side of Cassie’s breast where it pressed against the inside of her arm. His caress continued down, and now she held her breath. He stopped at Cassie’s wrist, encircling it and drawing her hand up toward him over the counter. She thought he was about to kiss her palm. Instead, he started writing on it, “here’s his phone number. Call him and set up a date.”
She let out my breath explosively and jerked her hand away so the last number, an 8, had a long trailer on top. “What the hell do you mean, a date?”
“I know him, all right. He wants to meet you.”
“Meet me? And go on a date? Let me guess, it was his suggestion that I write an article about him. Which means sex.”
“If things go well.”
“So now you’re pimping me out to your friends?”
“Hardly.” He stood and gulped down the last of his coffee before starting around the island toward her.
She backed away, terrified that his nearness would break some barrier she had created and she’d be powerless to resist his attentions.
He stopped his advance and shook his head, giving her a knowing, disappointed look before starting for the door. “Fine. Look Sid, do you need a place to crash? You could always use the little townhouse downtown. You remember it right?”
The little townhouse that they’d most recently copulated in. “Yes, I remember it.”
He just watched her face for a few beats, licked his lower lip. “I’m hardly ever there and it mostly just stores all my stuff that doesn’t ‘go’ with the house. Which is all of my stuff.”
“No, thanks. I’ve got it covered.”
“I’ll text you the lock code just in case your plans fall through. It sits empty in between vicious bouts of legal separation. Someone should use it.” He stood near the door with his hands in his pockets. “And you should go after SEK. You deserve a nice night out for a change.”
“I don’t know. I really love his films.”
“That’s why I’m positive he’ll be a better story than RG.”
“Take it from a person who occasionally has feelings and emotions, I really like the RG story as is, despite the rejection. I think it’s my favorite so far.”
“That two-bit hack was your favorite lay of this whole deal?”
“Of course not, we didn’t even consummate, as you’ve so carefully pointed out over and over. He’s been my favorite article of the series and the most satisfactory individual case study on the subject matter at hand.”
As they spoke, something invisible seemed to draw them closer and closer. “Which is what if not sex?”
“Oh it’s sex, but not how you mean it.”
“Fine. Redefine sex. Your satisfaction means the world to me.” He swung her door open and took a few steps away from her. He turned and stood in her doorway looking like a Wall Street Journal centerfold. It took every bit of self-control Cassie possessed not to pull him back in and peel him out of his suit. Instead, she gripped her robe even more forcefully closed and counted backwards in her head. She felt desperate to get the wolf out and the door safely re-locked.
“I have a deal for you.”
“Are we about to modify my contract, again?”
“I’ll publish the RG piece as written, has been, prick, lead singer finale and all. If you’ll try SEK out. When I get your article on him, I’ll pay you out for both at once.”
“Should I bother to counter offer?”
“Not unless you’re going to invite me back inside.”
“Fine. I’ll text him.”
“Call him.”
“Thanks. I forgot for a second that you’re both so old. I’ll call him.”
“Thanks. And fix your hair.”
Her hand shot up onto her hair knots while bolting the door, Wilcox safely on the other side, and she inwardly cursed herself for forgetting she still had them in. It was then she remembered she’d wanted to change the end of the article to better obscure the identity of a certain lead singer. Wilcox would demand even more concessions from her for the favor so she decided to forget it and let it lie. Cassie thought of all the strategies she’d cooked up to avoid screwing around with her boss and wondered again why she even bothered. His personality (imagine, waking someone up and then criticizing the state of their hair!) should have been more than enough.
Needing another start to her day, Cassie turned on the coffee pot, covered her knots up with a pink shower cap and got into a steamy shower to shave. Remoisturized, she took out her hair and got her part in, leaving the rest loose and bouncy. She wrapped herself up in a seen-better-days beach towel and detoured into the kitchen for a mug to sip on while she got dressed. Cassie splashed in her cream and sipped it once before turning to head back to her bedroom.
“Any left for me?”
She jumped and spilled some coffee on the hardwood but didn’t scream. She would know that voice anywhere. She spun to see MH sitting relaxed on her couch, all huge, golden and beautiful in jeans and a tee. He was in her apartment. Shit, Lenny’s apartment.
She took a deep breath and got a hold of herself. “Of course.” She held onto her towel carefully while reaching up to the second shelf to get him the Darth Vader mug. “Cream?”
“However you take it will be fine.” His voice was even, calm. He didn’t sound like a man guilty of breaking and entering. Maybe it was the Nordic accent he let slip into his words. He got up and stepped into the middle of the living room area. A bit closer to her. “I really like your place.”
“Thanks. How’d you get in?” She gestured at him with the mug before setting it on the edge of the island.
“I climbed up a few patios. Your window was unlocked.” He stood there in her living room, unmoving, but at her unflinching, waiting posture he hung his head. He snorted some air out and admitted, “I followed that ass clown here and waited for him to leave.”
The window in question was fifty plus feet off the ground, and inaccessible without a fireman’s ladder as far as she had thought, but she decided not to push the point. “Why?”
“Not sure I even know except I had to see you. See if you were really you, like the you I remembered.” MH squinted and screwed up his face, as if to see her better and she wondered if he was a little drunk.
“I thought you never wanted to see me again.”
“Never, ever. But I changed my mind. You changed my mind.” He walked forward finally to claim his coffee and she retreated a few more steps to give them both some space.
“Don’t put this on me. How did you know Mr. Wilcox was coming here?” She absolutely could not wrap her head around the notion of him on a stakeout.
“A little birdie told me. Don’t ask any more questions, does it matter?”
“I guess not if you’re not going to tell me. How about you enjoy your warm beverage while I throw some clothes on. Then you can tell me what you want.” She turned away and took two steps toward the hall before his front crashed into her back and his ridiculously long arms wrapped her up from behind.
“You know what I want as much as I do.” He said it like it hurt him and Cassie’s breath caught in her throat. “Sorry.” His arms loosened until he held her so lightly her towel unbound and began to slip. “Until I saw him leaving here, I just wanted to talk to you. Show you what you’ve done to me, tell you some of the consequences of what happened between us. Knowing he’d been up here with you, it drove me mad and that’s just stupid.”
His arms let her go then but his body stayed pressed against her, and Cassie wasn’t sure what to make of his declarations. MH seemed a bit unhinged, and though she didn’t feel the slightest bit afraid she did wonder if she wasn’t erring on the side of lust here. She would have gladly murdered someone to be this close to him again and she found that no matter what the risk, she just didn’t want to fight her physical response to the man. She slowly turned to face him, their bodies millimeters apart.
He continued, “Now I feel foolish for hating you and I don’t give one shit about consequences. Are you sleeping with that odious man?”
“He’s my boss. I wouldn’t sleep with my boss.” This came out as a breathy whisper.
“But you have slept with him in the past?”
“And you. But if it made a crucial difference I doubt you would have climbed up my neighbors’ patios and climbed through my window to surprise me fresh out of the shower.”
His faced changed while she spoke and when she finished MH’s hand inched forward and grabbed the edge of her towel. She relaxed her grip and let him pull it off of her. His eyelids sank fractionally and his nose flared at her exposed flesh. Cassie leaned away slightly, pushing her shoulders back for her best breast display and she watched as his will to resist her snapped. His hands came around the back of her neck to pull their faces together and his lips sank into hers with a tender warmth she hadn’t expected. He kissed her slowly and deeply like a man without cares or reservations.



Screwing Around Review


I Heart Books Review

Screwing Around (Tinseltown Temptress #2) by Alexis Wilder 
Review by Theresa Esterline
Stars: 4

The temptations continue, with more comedy and suspense...

Be sure to read Screw Up first as this is a continuation of that story.  The morning after the drunken self loathing submission Cassie wants to take it all back.  But how to undo all the wrong things she did in that one little drunk email??  Plus a few more celebrity hotties join the tour!  And now a bit about the story...

Cassie flies home to beg for her job back.  The one some think she got by sleeping with her now former boss before she knew about the job.  Though he's tried again, she's been very clear...she will not sleep with her boss.  So when she shows up at his condo, currently unemployed... she has no problem sleeping with him ;) Maybe that got her the job back... Anyhow between her thief of a mother, her douche of an ex, she seems to also now have a few crazy stalkers.  Will she get exposed?  Or will she continue to entertain one celebrity at a time!

Favorite passages:
- Please, oh please don’t let her come face to face with someone from his family. No children, no wife, no whammies.
- Linked arm -in-arm we looked like long lost lovers; or a girl walking with her beloved grandpa . Either way, it was a picturesque pickup.
- ‘If you don’t plan for what you want how will you ever achieve it?’

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