Escape Me Blog Tour

Title: Escaping Me (Shaft on Tour Series)
Author: Cat Mason
Genre: Adult Romance
Publication Date: December 20, 2013

Daisy Shayne has a list.  Her life has been planned out on a legal pad that she carries in her purse since she was sixteen years old.  Now her list is nearly complete, she is about to marry her fiancé Landon, start her new job in the fall and be completely settled.  Or is she?  Landon is going on tour with his brother Grayson’s band for the next six months as the assistant to the new manager, Tad and is bringing her with him as an extra pair of hands to help the band.

Daisy is now stuck on a crowded tour bus with six men when her plans start blowing up in her face.  Things are not what they seem and nothing is making sense.  Landon is pushing her away and Grayson is pulling her close.  Daisy feels pulled to Grayson which doesn’t go unnoticed by him.  Amused and unable to control himself around her Gray decides to hit on her the first moment he sees her.   Gray’s new obsession is Daisy, who he deems his own little Widlflower even after he finds out she is to be his sister-in-law.  Whatever it is about her he can’t help himself.  He is desperate just to be near her.

Temptation, betrayal, and lies on top of booze, tattoos, sex, laughs and love.  While making friends and traveling the country Daisy must come to terms with what she wants in life.  All while she learns to deal with the rough and rowdy of taking Shaft on Tour.  It’s going to be a long hard ride.

***This book is not a normal romance.  Things happen fast and with no*** regret.  Rockers and all.  There are M/F scenes of course but there is M/F/M, hints of M/F/F, possibly a little M/M and plenty of vibrator discussion.   

GoodReads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/19301892-escaping-me?from_search=true

Introduction
Daisy’s fall

How did this happen to me?  Just months ago I was in a loving, committed relationship with a man who I believed adored me.  Nothing was standing in our way of being married and having the white picket fence, babies and all the happiness I could stand.  Now I sit here on the edge of a bed in a shitty tour bus crying into my hands while a dozen little white sticks lie all over the floor laughing at me proving that I am a total fuck up. 
The diamond on my hand does nothing but make me angry as it glistens, wet with my tears.  I’ve screwed everything up.  I let myself believe for a while that I could have a happy ever after.  I let myself think that I was worthy of something as precious as love.  Instead, I have ruined at least four lives in the ashes of my monumental lapse of rational thinking. 

 
I always think things through.  Daisy Shayne never jumps without looking where she would land.  I had a plan.  I mean literally, I write the shit down and check it off as I complete it.  I was nothing if not meticulous in my calculating of my life this far. 
 
My parents planned nothing.   I watched them constantly bailing water from the boat, borrowing from Peter to pay Paul and getting nowhere in life because of not having a plan.  Well I had a plan damn it!  Now as I look at my list all I want to do is jump from my boat and let myself drown.  It would be so much easier than to face what is coming when those bus doors open and my life comes to an end.  There is no hiding this.  There is no fixing the situation.  It’s going to destroy everyone involved, including myself in the process… 
 
Wait!  I am getting too far ahead of myself.  You need for me to start from the beginning to get the full picture here.  You need to know everything and then you will understand.

Cat Mason is thirty years old and a mother to three children.  She was born and raised in Granite City, Illinois which is just across the Mississippi river from St. Louis, Missouri.  She currently lives in Virginia with her husband and children.  Previously publishing Contemporary Romance under her real name, Amy Cox until she decided to lose the filter and let it all hang out.  When she isn’t writing, she is reading or spending time with her friends and family.

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Amy-Cox-Author/161152810741575?ref=hl
Twitter: @Cat_Mason_2014
Author Website: bookbyamycox.com
Author GoodReads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/559312.Amy_Cox

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Flirting With Chaos Blog Tour

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Synopsis:
Can two mentally unstable best friends have sex and not drown in chaos?
Rain’s been washing blood off her hands for far too long. After five years, she accepts the fact that she”s still a little crazy but feels as if she’s finally gotten it all under control.
Parties, drugs, and sex flood Jude’s life, and music and scandal run through his veins. He’s the son of a rock god and grandson of a jazz legend. It’s no surprise that his own star is on the rise, and with so many groupies vying for his attention, his childhood best friend Rain keeps him anchored in reality.
She’s nothing like him–an art student with no idea of her own beauty, who would rather curl up with a sci-fi novel than party in the spotlight. Everything changes when she asks him for a unique favor: she wants him to take her virginity. He’s more than willing to oblige, but things get complicated when his pervy father gets involved. Meanwhile, intense feelings rise to the surface, ones neither Rain nor Jude are prepared to deal with.
If their relationship has any chance for survival, she must finally confront the demons of her past, and he must face the addictions of the present. When the smoke clears, will they find that sex between best friends was a good idea, or will they discover they had been Flirting With Chaos the entire time?

Just A Tease

Prologue
 
“Sometimes it’s okay to kill, if you’re saving someone else in the process, Rainbow.” Dad wiped my tears from my face with bloody hands. “Go ahead, sweetheart. Do it for Daddy. Pull the trigger.”
And I did.
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The Game by Shawnté Borris

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Blurb

Kirsten Backhard is a highly respected senior negotiating executive who plays with some of the most powerful men in her field.She is confident, sexy and hell on heels. She fights with a straight face, doesn’t back down easily and she has no scruples about using her ASSets to get the deal done her way. Kirsten loves the thrill of toying with the game in a man’s world. She is in control of both her professional and personal life, until one heartbreaking night changes everything and for the first time she starts losing. Can Kirsten negotiate the game of love as well as she does at work? Can she play a love-em and leave-em game as well as a man does? Or did she already lose when her heart was dealt to the one man who broke it?
*Contains crude language, sexual intercourse, and really bad jokes.

Just A Tease

“First of all, Mother, it is called a sperm bank, not a
sperm bar.” I cannot believe I am having this
conversation right now. “And where did you get this
information from?”
Max looked over at me, smirking.
“Why does it matter where I heard it from? What
will people think?” cried my mother.
“Fuck! Mom, no one is gonna care where or how I
get a baby.” I want to crawl into a hole and die. “Mom,
you wouldn’t by any chance be talking to Marie, would
you? Is that where all this came from? Did she tell you
I’m planning to go to a sperm bank? Or did she tell you
I should think about going to a sperm bank?”
“That’s not the point, Kirsten. The point is that it’s
time for you to settle down and think about having a
family. You need to be more like Marie,” my mom
lectured.
“Like Marie? My sister, Marie? The one who wears
yoga pants and ponytails everywhere and has a kid
attached to her hip? No, thanks. Don’t get me wrong,
Mom. I love Marie, but I’d rather not schedule in sex
night.”

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About the Author

Shawnté lives in central Alberta, with her husband Ricky of 10 amazing years and together they have two beautiful children. Somehow her husband has managed to trick her into running a cow/calf operation. As much as she fusses about it, she loves it.
When Shawnté is not sitting at her kitchen table hammering away on her laptop while watching the moose chase her cows across the yard, yes this really happens. Then she is busy attend school activities, community events and chauffeuring children here and there. She is big on playing softball and watching hockey.
When the time comes to relax, you will find her snuggled underneath her down comforter reading on her Ipad. Wait…who are we kidding, if the dishes, vacuuming, laundry or the bathrooms needs a hose down, you’ll always hear her say, “Just after this chapter.” She doesn’t have a favorite author or best story because everyday   she falls in love with someone new.
Shawnté is technology challenged so you won’t find her on twitter (heaven knows she tried) or instagram – whatever this stuff is called. But she can work one hell of a Facebook page   thanks for her fictitious assistant Lacy. Please go like her page and leave a review/star rating on the books she’s wrote.

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Nikolai Blog Tour and Giveaway

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Title: Nikolai
Author: S.L. Jennings
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Release Date: Nov 11, 2013

GOODREADS LINK: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/17916113-nikolai

Series Reading Order:

# 1 – Dark Light
# 2 – The Dark Prince
# 2.5 – Nikolai : Nov 11, 2013

BLURB:

Two centuries ago, I clawed my way into a world of immorality, filth and destruction. A world seething with secrets and lies, both mortal and immortal.

Complete and utter Darkness.

I know we’re supposed to be inherently evil, but something inside me refuses to fully believe our legends. Something that calls out for more…calls out for her.

But there are rules. Rules that control the balance of nature. And if broken, it could destroy everything I’ve ever known. It could destroyme.

I am Nikolai Skotos, son of Stavros and Delia, and brother of Dorian, the heir of the Dark throne. I am one of the most powerful Dark forces to have ever walked this earth.

And I once was lost.
Now, I’m about to give it all up for the girl that found me.

*This is a PREQUEL NOVELLA for the Dark Light Series, NOT Book 3, to be read AFTER reading Dark Light & The Dark Prince*

EXCERPT:

I stand at the foot of the bed, gazing down at the naked bodies twisted in rumpled satin sheets. Pale moonlight kisses their skin, making them appear ethereal, ghostlike even.

 

So beautiful. So soft. So weak.

 

I lean forward, propping a knee onto the mattress, and position myself between their sleeping forms. My fingers graze their soft skin, leaving a trail of goose bumps in their wake. I inhale their combined scents, picking up traces of alcohol, sweat and sex. And something else. Something more. It invades my lungs and bursts in my chest, sprouting tingling warmth in my extremities.

 

Magic.

 

Just a drop between the two, but it will do. These days, it’s harder and harder to find more than that. In a willing donor, that is.

 

I lay down facing the brunette, my hands exploring the soft contours of her body. I brush her cheek with the back of my hand. She was stunning once- I can tell. But her indulgences have aged her. Her vices, her weaknesses, have not been kind to her. She’ll die before her time, I’m certain of it.

 

“Wake,” I whisper. Instantly, her eyes open, and once her pupils adjust to the dark, she smiles.

 

“Hey,” she says, caressing my bare chest.

 

I give her a slight smile and cup her face between my hands. “Look at me.”

 

She complies instantly, looking back at me with trusting, brown eyes. Eyes that will forget that they ever saw my face. They dilate within seconds and her body relaxes against mine. She’s completely open to me- her thoughts, her actions…all mine. But most of all, her magic. The tiny trace concealed in her bloodline flows freely into my body as I inhale the base of her neck. I moan and let my teeth graze her throat.

 

Fuck, it feels good. It always does, transcending any measure of human pleasure. Breathing is beyond feeling. Beyond physical sensation. It’s complete and utter euphoria, exploding in every synapse. It’s feeding your soul and making love to your spirit. It’s life itself.
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR:

Most known for her starring role in a popular sitcom as a child, S.L. Jennings went on to earn her law degree from Harvard at the young age of 16. While studying for the bar exam and recording her debut hit album, she also won the Nobel Prize for her groundbreaking invention of calorie-free wine. When she isn’t conquering the seas in her yacht or flying her Gulfstream, she likes to spin elaborate webs of lies and has even documented a few of these said falsehoods.

Some of S.L.’s devious lies:

FEAR OF FALLING
AFRAID TO FLY (sequel to Fear of Falling)- not yet released

THE DARK LIGHT SERIES
v Dark Light
v The Dark Prince
v Nikolai (a Dark Light novella)- coming November 2013
v Light Shadows- not yet released

TAINT- coming soon

AUTHOR LINKS:

FACEBOOK – http://www.facebook.com/authorsljennings
TWITTER – https://twitter.com/MrsSLJ
GOODREADS – https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6572969.S_L_Jennings

BUY LINKS:

DARK LIGHT: http://www.amazon.com/Dark-Light-ebook/dp/B009YLRCCU
THE DARK PRINCE: http://www.amazon.com/The-Dark-Prince-Light-Series-ebook/dp/B00BSVNYT4
FEAR OF FALLING: http://www.amazon.com/Fear-Falling-S-L-Jennings-ebook/dp/B00DYVX8TM
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RAFFLECOPTER GIVEAWAY: ($100 Amazon Card and 10 Nikolai eBooks)

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Cover Reveal and Giveaway Nikolai by S L Jennings

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We loved Dark Light and Dark Prince. Be Aware you have to read them first!

Blurb
Two centuries ago, I clawed my way into a world of immorality, filth and destruction. A world seething with secrets and lies, both mortal and immortal.

Complete and utter Darkness. 

I know we’re supposed to be inherently evil, but something inside me refuses to fully believe our legends. Something that calls out for more…calls out for her. 

But there are rules. Rules that control the balance of nature. And if broken, it could destroy everything I’ve ever known. It could destroyme.

I am Nikolai Skotos, son of Stavros and Delia, and brother of Dorian, the heir of the Dark throne. I am one of the most powerful Dark forces to have ever walked this earth.

And I once was lost.
Now, I’m about to give it all up for the girl that found me.

*This is a PREQUEL NOVELLA for the Dark Light Series, NOT Book 3. The first two books Dark Light and The Dark Prince should be read BEFORE  Nikolai*
Just A Tease
So…close.

 

The stench of bourbon, cheap perfume and sex fill my nostrils, creating a heady cocktail of hedonism that takes me higher than I already am. Melodic sounds of live jazz resonate from Bourbon Street and meld with moans of raucous passion nearby. The eroticism of hearing someone else’s pleasure, imagining the slick feel of damp skin against skin, arouses me further, pushing me into oblivion. I let my head fall back and close my eyes, sucking in a breath through my teeth.

 

I’m close, but not close enough. Never close enough to feel…whole. Complete. Full.

 

I’m not kidding myself. I know I’ll never be satisfied. I’ll always want more. More wealth. More power. More women. And while I have more of each than any one man can stand, it’s not enough. It’s never enough. The hunger is real. Deep. Overwhelming. Consuming me from the inside out.

 

I lift my heavy head and slowly peel open my eyes, gazing down at a crown of blonde, wavy locks bobbing up and down in my lap. I force myself to abandon all thought and just focus on the waves of sensation coursing through my body. Prickly white heat crawls up my legs, and floods my veins before sinking into the heaviness between my thighs.

 

This…I can do. This…is easy.

 

Over and over again, my cock disappears into her wet mouth. Pink lips slide over the rigid, smooth skin, taking me deeper with every mouthful. The swollen tip hits the back of her throat and she doesn’t even flinch. No gag reflex. Shit. This one is good. I think I’ll keep her.

 

“Look at me, pretty girl,” I tell her, gently grabbing a handful of her sun-kissed hair. She complies with wide, eager eyes, but doesn’t stall her movements. “That’s right. Just like that. Take all of me. Deeper. I want to feel those sweet lips all over me.”

 

She does as she’s told with enthusiasm, desperate for my approval. She knows I’m somebody. Somebody important. Somebody that could potentially change her shitty existence. And I intend to. Just not the way she’s hoping.

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Author Info
popular sitcom as a child, S.L. Jennings went on to earn her law degree from Harvard at the young age of 16. While studying for the bar exam and recording her debut hit album, she also won the Nobel Prize for her groundbreaking invention of calorie-free wine. When she isn’t conquering the seas in her yacht or flying her Gulfstream, she likes to spin elaborate webs of lies and has even documented a few of these said falsehoods.

Some of S.L.’s devious lies:

FEAR OF FALLING

AFRAID TO FLY (sequel to Fear of Falling)- not yet released

THE DARK LIGHT SERIES

v  Dark Light

v  The Dark Prince

v  Nikolai (a Dark Light novella)- coming November 2013

v  Light Shadows- not yet released

TAINT- coming soon

Meet the Liar:

http://www.facebook.com/authorsljennings

Twitter: @MrsSLJ

DARK LIGHT: http://www.amazon.com/Dark-Light-ebook/dp/B009YLRCCU
THE DARK PRINCE: http://www.amazon.com/The-Dark-Prince-Light-Series-ebook/dp/B00BSVNYT4
FEAR OF FALLING: http://www.amazon.com/Fear-Falling-S-L-Jennings-ebook/dp/B00DYVX8TM
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Cover Reveals for the 12 NA’s of Christmas books

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ABOUT A SEASON FOR HOPE:

Being dumped just before the holidays was my worst nightmare. I’d spent so many years thinking Preston Wright was the one for me that when he told me it was over, I thought I’d rather die than face the future.

I never expected someone like Judd Kohler to come crashing into my life. Literally. He was coming out. I was going in. My face got in the way. You get the picture. It was an accident. Running into him twice in one day, though? It started to feel like fate.

My mother always says Christmas is a magical time of year. A season for hope. All I know is that just when I thought I’d lost mine, hope somehow found its way back to me.

Just in time for Christmas. 
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About Sarra Cannon:

Sarra Cannon writes contemporary and paranormal fiction with both teen and college age characters. Her novels often stem from her own experiences growing up in the small town of Hawkinsville, Georgia, where she learned that being popular always comes at a price and relationships are rarely as simple as they seem.

Her best selling Young Adult paranormal series, Peachville High Demons, has sold over 140,000 copies and been featured on Amazon’s Top 100 eBooks for Children & Teens. The first book in the series, Beautiful Demons, will be adapted into a graphic novel by Sea Lion Books later this year, and a spin-off series will begin in 2014.

She is a devoted (obsessed) fan of Hello Kitty and has an extensive collection that decorates her desk as she writes. She currently lives in North Carolina with her amazingly supportive husband and her adorable son.
 
EXCERPT:

“I lean into his hand, my flesh burning under his touch. His fingers twitch slightly, as if he wants to pull me closer.
I want to kiss him, but I’m scared. I don’t want to be rejected again. I don’t want to misunderstand. And I don’t want to fall too fast just because I’m so hungry for something to heal my broken heart.
But I’m helpless to stop it.
When he leans down, he stops short, waiting for me to make a decision. I lift my head ever so slightly and he closes the space between us, his fingers tangling in the hair at the nape of my neck. He takes my mouth more forcefully than he did last night, and my body lights up at the first meeting of our lips.
Our lips open and explore. Our tongues dance, tasting for the first time.
My hands slip around his waist. I’m so aware of the fabric at the edge of his shirt, wanting nothing more than to slide my hand under and up. To feel the warm skin underneath and the hard muscles I know I’ll find along his back.
I want it so badly, I almost can’t control the desire.
He releases my lips and moves his kisses along the line of my chin. When he gets closer to my ear, he whispers, “You’re so beautiful.”
I immediately want to tell him he’s wrong. That he must not see me for some reason. But I hold it in, letting myself hear him. Not quite believing, but for the first time in a long time, wanting to believe.”

Links:

Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/sarracannon
Twitter: https://www.twitter.com/sarramaria
Website: http://www.sarracannon.com
 
All 12 Novellas:

About Magan Vernon and OFF THE MARKET:

http://www.maganvernon.com

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18106538-off-the-market

Etta Davis must decide if a second chance with an old flame is worth taking her house, and her heart, off the market.

About Zoe Dawson and BRAVE:

http://www.zoedawson.com            

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18106546-brave  

His heart was closed, his emotions buried, he was a man on the edge of self-destructing. This Christmas, snowbound in Colorado little did he know that courage would be found in another searching for the strength to be brave.

About Tiffany King and CROSS COUNTRY CHRISTMAS:

http://www.tiffanyjking.blogspot.com

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18107073-cross-country-christmas—the-12-na-s-of-christmas?from_search=true

A hilarious, heartwarming Christmas tale about finding love in the least likely situation.

About Chelsea Cameron and CHRISTMAS CATCH:

http://www.chelseamcameron.com/ https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18106783-christmas-catch

She swore she was never going back to the tiny fishing village she came from. So did he. But when they’re both dragged back to Saltwater, Maine, they might realize it’s where they belong. Together…

About H.M. Ward and A LITTLE CHRISTMAS ROMANCE:

https://www.facebook.com/AuthorHMWard

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18106682-a-little-christmas-romance—the-12-na-s-of-christmas

A sexy and sweet holiday treat.

About Breena Wilde and FROSTED MIDNIGHT:

https://www.facebook.com/BreenaWildeBooks

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18106653-frosted-midnight

Willow St. James needs a miracle and an encounter with Austin Merrick at midnight on Christmas Eve may be just the answer she’s looking for.

About A. Meredith Walters and WARMTH IN ICE:

https://www.facebook.com/pages/A-Meredith-Walters/311504738868378

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18106519-warmth-in-ice

Clay and Maggie struggle to build a future while overcoming the demons of their past. And during the heat of a Florida Christmas they are reminded that theirs is a love worth fighting for.

About Sawyer Bennett and IF I RETURN:

http://www.facebook.com/bennettbooks

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18106691-if-i-return

What was supposed to be a quiet Christmas holiday turns into a life changing event for Hope and Jack. The only problem? Jack is headed off to war, and there is no guarantee he will come back.

About Shelly Crane and WIDE SPACES:

http://www.shellycraneauthor.com/

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18068475-wide-spaces—the-12-na-s-of-christmas

When they found each other, they knew that life had given them a second chance. But a life together that saved them will become a life they think is lost forever.

About Addison Moore and WINTER KISSES:

https://www.facebook.com/pages/Addison-Moore/140192649382294?ref=hl

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18107070-winter-kisses—the-12-na-s-of-christmas

Having a one-night stand with your ex is never easy. She thinks its revenge sex. He thinks its make-up sex. Things can only go wrong from here.

About Marquita Valentine and ALL FOR YOU:

https://www.facebook.com/AuthorMarquitaValentine

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18106807-all-for-you–the-12-na-s-of-christmas

The only thing West Diaz wants for Christmas is McKenzie Walsh’s forgiveness, but she’s not ready to make nice, until, that is, he willingly humiliates himself in public to prove he’s not the same guy who bullied her in high school. But can one simple act overcome years of torment?

About Sarra Cannon and A SEASON FOR HOPE:

http://www.sarracannon.com

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18106973-a-season-for-hope

After a devastating breakup, Bailey Houston just wants to give up on life. But can sexy med-student Judd Kohler teach her that Christmas really is a season for hope?

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Cover Reveal and Giveaway Abandon by Cassia Leo

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Oh Holy Hotness! This cover is smoking!

Just A Tease
I grab the bowl and toss it into the backseat and she smiles as I swipe my finger through the yogurt and reach under her skirt. Her thighs are smooth and warm against the back of my fingers as I move straight for her panties. She holds my gaze as I slip my fingers under the fabric and find her clit. She swallows hard as her smile melts into a look of pure ecstasy.

“Oh, my God,” she breathes as I stroke her gently.

I grab the back of her neck and pull her mouth against mine, swallowing her moans as if they were the air keeping me alive. I shove two fingers inside her and she gasps as I curve my fingers to reach her spot. Her body curls into me as I lick the soft skin below her earlobe. Abruptly, I remove my hand from her panties. Her face is incredulous as I lift her up by her waist and place her on the passenger seat.

“Get in the back.”

For a moment, it seems as if she’s questioning this abrupt request. “This better be good,” she says as she slithers between the two front seats to get into the backseat.

I reach under her skirt as she crawls into the back and I yank down on her panties. “Jesus Christ, Tristan!”

“Make up your mind,” I say as I place my hand on her ass and push her into the backseat. “Am I Jesus Christ or Tristan?”

She laughs as I scramble into the backseat after her, holding onto her panties so she’s forced to leave them behind. I quickly position myself between her legs as she lies on her back and smiles. “You can be whoever the fuck you want.”

I slide my arm under her waist and lift her up so I can place her back against the passenger side window. Pushing her skirt up, I spread her legs wide open and marvel at the sight of her. She perfectly shaved with a small landing strip of dark hair that ends at the top of her slit.

“I prefer Tristan,” I say as I flash her my crowd smile.

She whimpers like a kitten in pain, her hips writhing against me as I devour her slowly and methodically. She tastes like the frozen yogurt I smeared all over her.

“Oh, Tristan,” she moans and I hook my arms tightly around her thighs to steady her as her legs begins to tremble. “Oh, my fucking God!”

I suck gently as her clit pulsates against my tongue. She lets out a loud cry that sounds like a sigh mixed with a scream. I can’t help but smile as I continue to stimulate her until she grabs chunks of my hair and yanks me up.

“Holy shit,” she breathes as she wraps her arms around my neck and pulls me on top of her.

But she doesn’t kiss me. She just holds me there and I quickly begin to feel uncomfortable with this closeness. I begin to push away, but she tightens her grip.

“Please don’t move,” she begs, and I can hear something strange in her voice—she’s crying.

I lie still with her for a while until I no longer hear her sniffling. I slowly pull my head back to look her in the face and she quickly wipes at the moisture on her cheeks.

“I’m sorry,” she whispers.

I grab her hand and pull it away from her face. “It’s okay,” I murmur as I brush my thumb over her cheekbone.

“No, it’s not,” she says, a hard edge to her voice as her hands reach down to undo the button and zipper on my jeans. “But it will be.”

She pushes my boxers down until my dick springs free and I suck in a sharp breath as it comes in contact with her.

“I don’t have a condom.”

My shoulder-length hair hangs around my face as I hover over her. She reaches up and pushes my hair back as she pulls my mouth to hers. I groan as I try to resist making such a stupid mistake. Despite the rumors, I don’t have unprotected sex. I may be a whore like my mother, but I’m not as reckless as she is.

I try to pull my face back, but Senia holds my head still. Suddenly, I’m royally pissed off. I rip my head out of her grasp and glare at her.

“This is just a fuck. Nothing more,” I insist and her eyebrows scrunch together. A sharp pang of regret twists inside my chest. “I’m sorry.”

Why the fuck am I apologizing?

“Then shut up and fuck me,” she says as she tightens her legs around my hips and the tip of my cock presses against her opening.

I slide in slowly, watching as she closes her eyes and tilts her head back. Leaning forward, I suck on her throat as I gradually ease myself further inside her with each stroke.

“You’re tight as fuck,” I whisper as I carefully work my way deeper inside.

She doesn’t respond, so I keep thrusting, slowly at first then working my way up to a steady pace. I pull my head back to see her face and her eyes are still closed. I don’t know why, but I want to see her eyes.

“Look at me,” I command, and she opens her eyes instantly, her gaze finding mine.

Her eyes are slightly red and that’s when I notice the tear tracks running from the corners of her eyes, down her temple, and disappearing into her dark hair. A strange urge overcomes me and I lean down and kiss her temple. Licking my lips, the saltiness of her tears turn me on even more. I ease my hand behind her knee and lift her leg higher so I can thrust deeper.

She whimpers as she threads her fingers through my hair and pulls my mouth to hers. I kiss her slowly, matching the rhythm of my hips to the movement of our tongues. She bites my top lip and I feel myself getting so close to blowing my load.

“Holy shit,” I whisper as I try to pull my head back, but she holds my head still and kisses me deeply as I let go inside her.

My dick twitches as I fill her with my gushing warmth. I grunt into her mouth and she continues to kiss me, swallowing my cries the way I did hers. Finally, I tilt my head back and look her in the eye. Then I ask her a question I haven’t asked anyone since I broke up with Ashley four years ago.

“Who was that on the phone?”

 

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

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USA Today bestselling author Cassia Leo loves her coffee, chocolate, and margaritas with salt. When she’s not writing, she spends way too much time watching old reruns of Friends and Sex and the City. When she’s not watching reruns, she’s usually enjoying the California sunshine or reading–sometimes both.

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