RELEASE BLITZ- That Man 6 by Nelle L’Amour

 

 

Title: That Man 6
Series: That Man #6
Author: Nelle L’Amour
Genre: Steamy Romantic Comedy
Release Date: June 21, 2018
Blurb

 

Scorchin’ hot Blake Burns and his tiger Jennifer are back in this sizzling sequel to Nelle L’Amour’s USA Today bestselling THAT MAN series!

And things are hotter than ever when they fly to the Maldives to celebrate their tenth anniversary. What can go wrong, does go wrong. Beginning with a near-crash emergency landing.

Will they survive being alone on a deserted island? Without food, sex toys, or Wi-Fi in the middle of a monsoon? Be prepared to laugh, cry, and swoon as your favorite book boyfriend swoops into superhero mode—That Man!—and battles the life-threatening forces of nature to protect his tiger and save their marriage.

THAT MAN 6 can be read as a standalone, but it will be best enjoyed in conjunction with the previous books —THAT MAN TRILOGY and THAT MAN WEDDING STORY duet. Don’t miss out on this perfect Summer read!

 

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We got a little buzzed and when the lounge singer sang, “The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face,” that was it for me. When I took her into my arms and danced with her, I knew it was more than lust. I was totally fucking in love with the feisty, green-eyed, chestnut-haired beauty from Idaho.
“Blake—” My tiger’s voice cuts into my memories.
“Yeah, baby?” I take out my earbuds.
“Do you want to take a walk?”
My gaze shifts in her direction. She looks ravishing. Her toned limbs luminescent in the moonlight, her dress gently blowing in the ocean breeze along with her up swept hair. I stare at her exquisite face, aglow in the campfire, her green eyes glittering like two stars that have fallen from the sky.
The first time ever I saw her face . . . Yes, I thought the sun rose in her eyes. And even before that I felt the earth move in my hand, the first time I ever kissed her mouth.
The song plays in my head. A sensation that I can’t put into words falls over me. It’s like a fire that’s burning from the inside out, consuming every atom of my being. A love so deep it hurts. I respond to her question.
“Baby, go get your iPod.”
Without questioning me, she pivots and heads toward her backpack. While she’s riffling for the device, I put out my cigar in the sand and search my library of songs. It doesn’t take me long to find it.
She returns to me quickly and sits down facing me.
“You want to just hang out and listen to music?”
“Give me your iPod.”
Again, without questions, she hands it over. I quickly program it. I wrap the band around her upper arm and then fasten mine around my bicep. I help her to her feet and draw her close to me.
“Dance with me, tiger,” I breathe against her neck, before putting the buds into our ears.
With love in her eyes, she gazes up at me. A faint smile, that’s more wistful than lustful, fixes on her kissable lips, as our song plays in her ears.
No more words.
I wrap my arms around her, clutching her gorgeous ass, while she loops hers around my neck and rests her head on my chest. Our bodies glued together. Heat to heat. Organ to organ. Heartbeat to heartbeat.
Every sound and worry in the world blocked out, we slow dance to the song that changed our lives forever. The song we played at our third and final wedding. The one that sealed our love forever. Taking one small step at a time as we sway, our feet sink into the soft, warm sand.
Under the moon.
Under the stars.
The heavens.
Oneness.
Us.
If there’s such a thing as Paradise, this is it.

 

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I am a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author who lives in Los Angeles with her Prince Charming-ish husband, twin college-bound princesses, and a bevy of royal pain-in-the-butt pets. A former executive in the entertainment industry with a prestigious Humanitas Prize for promoting human dignity and freedom to my credit, I gave up playing with Barbies a long time ago, but I still enjoy playing with toys with my hubby. While I write in my PJs, I love to get dressed up and pretend I’m Hollywood royalty. My steamy stories feature characters that will make you laugh, cry, and swoon and stay in your heart forever. They’re often inspired by my past life.

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COVER REVEAL- Sex, Lies & Lingerie Trilogy by Nelle L’Amour

Series: Sex, Lies & Lingerie Trilogy
Author: Nelle L’Amour
Genre: Erotic Romance
Cover Design: Arijana Karcíc, CoverItDesigns
Release Date: Spring 2018

 

Jaime:

She’s one of the richest and most powerful women in the world, and not to mention, one of the most beautiful.

It takes a lot to impress a man like me, and I’m not used to hearing the word no.

I want to win her business, her body, and her heart. The first is a piece of cake. But it’s going to take a lot of determination to get between those long, sexy as sin legs. And an equal dose of creativity. But hell knows what it’ll take to win her heart.
*
Gloria:

He’s one of the most talented advertising gurus in the world. But I had no clue he’d be so damn handsome. As hot as sin.

And I wasn’t used to a man who possessed my same confidence, my same intelligence, my same drive. And possessed me.

I wasn’t used to someone else taking control. I was always in control.

I’m not used to saying yes. My dark secrets inhibit me. But he won’t stop until he’s got me where he wants me, both in the boardroom and the bedroom.

Sex, Lies & Lingerie is a new edition of the previously released USA Todaybestselling Gloria’s Secret trilogy. The steamy and suspenseful series now includes dual POV and bonus material.

 

 

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Jaime
Tonight was going to be fun.
It was already fun.
She looked hot.
She smelled hot.
And she got hotter as I sided up next to her. So close our knees touched and heat radiated off her flesh.
Outside the car, the city traffic pulsed. Inside, there was another pulse. One in my cock. This feisty powerhouse of a woman had a way of making me hard and I wanted her to know it. I put her hand to the steely bulge between my thighs and I secretly smirked as she jolted. She could have resisted, but she didn’t and kept her hand there longer than needed before asking me to free it.
Her spine straight, her gaze forward, she looked uptight and I offered her a glass of champagne.
We clinked glasses and I proposed a toast to us.
She immediately downed the bubbly.
“It’s quite lovely.”
So are you.
“Um…could I please have a bit more?” Her voice was unsteady.
“Of course. I reached into the bucket and filled her flute.
Slowly sipping mine, I watched as she again gulped the bubbly as if it were going out of style. Her unusual dual colored eyes glinted as if she was getting high. Loosening up.
“Do you always try plastering your potential clients, Mr. Zander?”
“Only the ones I like.”
She shot me a glaring look. “Very funny.”
Squirming, she uncrossed her long legs, but then quickly refolded them, this time the left over the right like she was defensively squeezing her pussy tight.
My cock twitched. It was going to take a lot of determination to get between them. And an equal dose of creativity, I thought as we reached our destination.

Jaime:

She’s on her knees.

Gloria Long.

Just for me.

I’m the man who rules her. I’m the man who owns her. I’m the man who can make her or break her.

But our time together is threatened by my past. A demon.

All shit is about to break loose

And in the end I may lose her.

*
Gloria:

Why didn’t I resist him?

Because he was too strong, too determined, too beautiful.

He made me fall apart. And fall for him.

I could have had it all. But I won’t.

My dark secret is about to cost me everything I worked for. And the man I love.

My world is about to be shattered. And so is my heart.

NOTE: This book will give you a very satisfying ending. There’s no cliffhanger.

 

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Gloria:

We’ve been through so much together.

An emotional rollercoaster of deceit and lies. But through our love and strength, we survived.

We thought we could survive anything until the unexpected happened…
*
Jaime:

I can’t lose her.

Not now. Not ever.

She promised to be my forever.

Filled with sizzling romance and dramatic twists and turns, this novella-length conclusion to Gloria and Jaime’s passionate love story will make you gasp, laugh, and cry.

 

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I am a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author who lives in Los Angeles with her Prince Charming-ish husband, twin college-bound princesses, and a bevy of royal pain-in-the-butt pets. A former executive in the entertainment industry with a prestigious Humanitas Prize for promoting human dignity and freedom to my credit, I gave up playing with Barbies a long time ago, but I still enjoy playing with toys with my hubby. While I write in my PJs, I love to get dressed up and pretend I’m Hollywood royalty. My steamy stories feature characters that will make you laugh, cry, and swoon and stay in your heart forever. They’re often inspired by my past life.

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SALE BLITZ- That Man Trilogy by Nelle L’Amour

 

 

 

Title: That Man Trilogy
Author: Nelle L’Amour
Genre: Steamy Contemporary Romance
Release Date: January 26, 2016
Blurb

 

THE USA TODAY BESTSELLER FREE for a limited time! “Funny, sexy perfection. Equal parts Tangled and Beautiful Bastard.” Be prepared to laugh, cry, and swoon!!

There’s a new beautiful player in town…

Blake Burns, the scorchin’ hot head of SIN-TV, who goes through women like some
go through water. Until he meets Jennifer McCoy, his outspoken new assistant,
and development executive.

Newly engaged Jennifer has no idea that her devastatingly gorgeous new boss is
the man she kissed, blindfolded, in a game of Truth or Dare. That kiss, that man,
that beautiful stranger she cannot forget.

Blake hasn’t been able to stop thinking about that kiss either…and he’ll do
anything to win Jennifer –even if it means being a beautiful bastard and
breaking all the rules.

The THAT MAN TRILOGY is a steamy romantic comedy standalone written in dual
POV.

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I am a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author who lives in Los Angeles with her Prince Charming-ish husband, twin college-bound princesses, and a bevy of royal pain-in-the-butt pets. A former executive in the entertainment industry with a prestigious Humanitas Prize for promoting human dignity and freedom to my credit, I gave up playing with Barbies a long time ago, but I still enjoy playing with toys with my hubby. While I write in my PJs, I love to get dressed up and pretend I’m Hollywood royalty. My steamy stories feature characters that will make you laugh, cry, and swoon and stay in your heart forever. They’re often inspired by my past life.

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BOOK BLITZ- Baby Daddy by Nelle L’Amour

 

 

Title: Baby Daddy
Author: Nelle L’Amour
Genre: Romantic Comedy
Standalone Full Length Novel
Release Date: May 15, 2017
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FREE in Kindle Unlimited. And ONLY $.99 for a limited time only! The new STANDALONE romantic comedy from the New York Times Bestselling author of THAT MAN and UNFORGETTABLE.
I have three cardinal rules:
Never mix business with pleasure
Never let a woman spend the night.
Never date a woman with kids.
Kids freak me out. God only knows how many this baby daddy has. Man, what was I thinking when I was in college? Me, Drake Hanson. God’s gift to women. Aka Donor 5262. It was a piece of cake and fifteen hundred dollars a month for my deposits (in
sperm bank speak) came in handy. Wank, bank, and go. I just didn’t think about
the consequences. One day, some kid is going to call me Daddy and I’m going to
get hit up for child support. Big time.
Now, my father is pressuring me to settle down because the investor who’s looking to
acquire his animation company doesn’t want a player running a family-oriented
business. Just in time, she came along. The temp. Dee Walker. The minute the
hot as sin brunette with her killer curves and those chocolate brown eyes
stepped foot in my office and saved me from an ugly disaster with her magic
hands, I wanted her to be mine. Except she’s totally off limits. And there’s
someone else she loves with all her heart and soul that I can’t replace.
Can my temp become my forever before my past catches up with me? I’m willing to break all the rules.

 

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With Tyson skating on her own close to the railing and Drake by her side, the twosome skated over to me.
“Mommy, skating is SO much fun! You should try it!”
“She’s right,” Drake chimed in.
“I’m afraid I’ll fall.”
“But, Mommy, you have a big butt so it won’t hurt.”
Mortification raced through me. I felt myself turning as red as a beet. Kids say the darndest things, right? Wrong! My sassy almost six-year-old had no filter.
Drake broke out into hysterical laughter.
I clenched my fists. I wanted to punch him. “It’s not funny.”
“Dee, you have a great butt. Now, get your ass on the ice.”
“C’mon, Mommy,” Ty pleaded. “Please, pretty please with a cherry on top.”
Drake’s laughter let up. “Mighty, why don’t you take a spin around the rink? You’re ready to skate all by yourself. Stay close to the railing and hold on to it if you have to.”
“Yay!” On my next breath, she took off. My breath caught in my throat, but she seemed to be managing just fine.
Drake stayed behind. All that separated us was the waist-high railing. He leaned into me. His sparkling blue eyes flickered with a mixture of determination and mischief while his warm breath heated my cheeks. His hands tugged playfully at the ends of my wool plaid scarf.
“Aren’t you going to skate with Tyson?”
He glanced in her direction. She was already halfway around the rink. “She’s doing just fine by herself. She’s a total natural. She reminds me of myself at that age. I took, like her, to the ice like a penguin.”
“But what if she falls?”
He shrugged. “She’ll get up.” He tugged again at my scarf. “C’mon, Dee, get your big beautiful butt on the ice.”
“No way.”
“That does it.”
My eyes stayed on him as he skated with amazing grace and speed to the entrance of the rink, stormed off the ice, and marched my way. In a single swoop, he hauled me over his shoulders.
“What the hell are you doing, Drake?”
“Getting you on the ice,” he responded, marching back to the entrance, one hand gripping me right below my ass.
“Put me down!” I began to kick my feet in protest.
“Behave! And stop kicking. Skate blades are sharp and can be very dangerous. I don’t want you to cut off my dick. I’d like to keep it intact. And the same with my balls.”
Rage filled every bone in my body. The asshole! He’d made me his captive like some kind of caveman. “Stop,” I shrieked at the top of my lungs as he marched us back on the ice and then raced around the rink at breakneck speed. We quickly caught up with Tyson.
“Hi, Mommy!” she yelled out as we flew by. I could hear her giggling as the whooshing sound of Drake’s skates sung in my ears.
Speeding around the ice, draped over Drake’s shoulder, I was getting dizzy. My arms hung loose like a ragdoll’s within groping distance of his perfect buns of steel. Blood rushed to my head. I’d had enough.
“Put me down!” I breathed out.
“Are you ready to stop acting like a brat?”
“I am not a brat!”
Without warning, he swatted my ass with his free hand. The slap stung straight through my thick leggings, but the incendiary sting strangely turned me on. A barrage of tingles blazed through me, clustering between my inner thighs.
“Put me down,” I yelled again.
He didn’t say a thing. Coming to a braking halt that left a skid mark on the ice, he set me on my feet. Standing behind me, he kept his hands anchored on my waist to keep me balanced. I stood as frozen as the ice, hoping he’d never let me go. Partly because I was nervous as shit. And mostly because it felt so good to have his hands touching me. The sparks coursing through my body were definitely not going to help with skating.
“Okay, I’m going to teach you how to skate. Trust me, you’re going to be the next Dorothy Hamill.”
I couldn’t help a nervous laugh. “I. Don’t. Think. So.”
He laughed his sexy laugh. “Think again.”
“Seriously, Drake, I don’t think I can do this.”
“Come on. If your five-year-old daughter can, so can you.”
My eyes darted to Tyson, who was circling around the rink. Her strokes were a little awkward, but she was definitely skating. And doing it well.
“Tyson is fearless,” I countered.
“What are you afraid of?” he breathed into my ear. The warmth of his breath sent a chill down my spine.
“Of falling.” Of falling for you.
“You won’t. I’ve got you. Now push off with one foot and then the other.”
Trembling, I did what he asked. My legs wobbled, but I moved three feet forward. A small victory on the slippery ice.
“Nice. Now do it again. But this time push from your hips, not your knees.”
“Okay,” I stammered. I did as he asked and noticed how much steadier and more powerful my strokes were. Still holding me firmly, he asked me to repeat the movements and I did so several more times. I’d probably skated a total of twenty feet.
“You’re doing great!” He let go of me with one hand.
Gah! Don’t let go of me.
And then he tugged at my ponytail before repositioning himself so that we were side by side. He laced his fingers with mine. My heart pounding, I squeezed his hand.
“What are you doing?” I asked, my voice as contorted as my face.
“What does it look like? I’m holding your hand. We’re going to skate around the rink.”
“No, I’m not ready for this!” I protested. “I want to get off the ice.”
“Fine. You can get off by yourself. I’m going for a spin. See ya.”
To my utter horror, he let go of my hand and skirted off—skating backward, no less, the damn showoff, facing me with a Cheshire grin plastered on his face.
“Please, Drake,” I begged.
My begging only made his grin grow bigger. “Please what?”
“Please don’t leave me.” I’m not sure if he heard me because my voice was so shaky and small.
His grin morphed into a wicked smile, and in a few frantic heartbeats, he was again by my side. His fingers entwined with mine once more. How warm his hand felt next to my cold and clammy one. He gave my hand a little squeeze.
“I’m never going to leave you, D-baby.”
My heart jumped. He called me baby. He probably called every girl that, but the way he said it so tenderly made me think I was the first. Following his lead, I began to skate with more confidence. Loving every minute of our togetherness.
For about the next five or so minutes, we circled the rink, Drake holding my hand, me improving with each stroke. Once or twice I turned to look at him, and somehow at those moments, his gaze met mine. No words were spoken. Just silent smiles.
Midway around the rink, my baby called out to me. “Look, Mommy. No hands!”
Half elated, half fearful, I craned my head in her direction, losing focus on my strokes. Suddenly, one of my blades caught with Drake’s and my heart lurched in my chest at that horrible sensation that I—we?—were taking a tumble. “Shit,” I heard Drake mumble as the inevitable happened. On my next rapid heartbeat, I was flat on my back on the ice and he was splayed on top of me. We were a breath apart, his heart beating against mine. The warmth of his body caging mine was a sharp contrast to the cold ice beneath me.
“Are you okay?” he asked, the heat of his breath warming my cheeks.
“Yeah. You?”
“Totally.”
I gazed at his face. His lips were parted, his eyes smoldering. The heat of his body was melting the ice beneath me. Melting the distance that separated us.
The weight of Drake’s body kept me from moving. “Can you help me up?”
“Not yet. I like being on top of you.”
I like you on top too. “It can’t be that hard—”
“Yeah, it is that hard. Very hard.” He rocked his hips against me.
Gah! It was hard. Very, very hard.
His eyes blazing into mine, he traced my lips with his fingertip and then leaned in closer until I could practically taste his minty breath. I could feel my heart pounding, hear my breathing grow labored. My lips parted, partly because I needed to get oxygen into my lungs and partly because I wanted him to devour them. I wanted him to kiss me so badly I could scream. As his lips were about to touchdown, a little voice caused us both to jolt. Tyson.
Giggling, she skated up to us. “You guys look so funny!”
Yes, we were a tangled pile of arms and legs. But it was more than just the physical. Our emotions were all tangled up too.
“I’m hungry,” said my little girl.
Drake’s eyes burned into mine. “Me too.”
“Me three.” I’d never hungered for a man as much as I did for my new boss, Drake Hanson.
I should have felt relieved that Tyson didn’t catch us kissing, but instead I felt bereft.

 

Author Bio

 

I am a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author who lives in Los Angeles with her Prince Charming-ish husband, twin college-bound princesses, and a bevy of royal pain-in-the-butt pets. A former executive in the entertainment industry with a prestigious Humanitas Prize for promoting human dignity and freedom to my credit, I gave up playing with Barbies a long time ago, but I still enjoy playing with toys with my hubby. While I write in my PJs, I love to get dressed up and pretend I’m Hollywood royalty. My steamy stories feature characters that will make you laugh, cry, and swoon and stay in your heart forever. They’re often inspired by my past life.

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BOOK BLITZ- The Big O by Nelle L’Amour

 

 

Title: The Big O
Author: Nelle L’Amour
Genre: Contemporary Romance 
 Release Date: August 4, 2016

 

Blurb

 

From New York Times Bestselling author Nelle L’Amour, a new sizzling   STANDALONE that’s guaranteed to make your panties melt!
The first time Owen King sets eyes on her, she’s in a focus group, biting into a cream-filled donut and having the most orgasmic reaction he’s ever seen. “Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!” she cries out. He’s instantly obsessed.
Aspiring actress, Olive Cumming, has just lost her waitressing job and can’t pay her rent. But when the CEO of Donut King steps out from behind the one-way mirror and hires the curvy respondent to be his assistant, things are about to change. Big time.
Love at first sight has never been a reality for jaded, overworked Owen. And for sweet overweight Olive, love has never been within her reach. But when fate steps in, the king finds his unexpected princess, not knowing that someone is waiting in the
shadows to keep them apart.

WARNING: Be prepared for over-the-top insta-love, a bit of kinky fun,
and some yummy food play. This sugar-coated full-length novel is just waiting
for you to take a bite.
 

 

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I couldn’t
focus behind my closed door. Thanks to the focus group, I had a shitload of
emails to answer and problems to solve, ranging from what we should name our
new caramel custard donut to deciding whether we should shut down our New Haven
store.
All I could
think about was her. My beautiful princess, Olive Cumming.
“Olive…Olive…Olive.”
Oh, how I loved saying her name out loud. It took my breath away and made my
cock stand at full attention.
I’d never
met a woman like her before. Most of them were wafer-thin models and starlets
who viewed my donuts like vermin. I was a big man with an even bigger appetite,
but somehow these women, no matter how gorgeous or glamorous they were, never
sated it. They wanted my money more than they wanted me.
But,
Olive…she was different. She reminded me of my late mother—a big, beautiful
woman, who had an insatiable appetite for life. And she was so wholesome, pure,
and sweet. An innocent virgin. I was still shocked by her confession. Rather
than turning me off, it turned me on. She was mine. Only mine. I’d heard about
falling in love at first sight, but thought it was some bullshit myth. But it
had happened to me. Untrusting, jaded Owen King, The Donut King. I was the
first man to deflower her and now I owned her. And was going to protect her to
the day I died. My princess just didn’t know it yet.
As I stared
blankly at my computer screen, I thought about summoning her to my office and
fucking her over my desk. My cock strained against my pants at the thought of
her delicious ass in the air. But she had her work cut out for her and I vowed
to keep the door that separated us closed. Instead, I began to fantasize what
she looked like with her clothes off. Mentally, I undressed her, piece by
piece, and began to imagine her butt-naked in my mind’s eye. Her luscious
curves, those big fucking tits, her shapely legs all tied together by her
creamy alabaster skin. Closing my eyes, I imagined licking her everywhere, the
sound of her sweet moans filling my ears. I thought more about her ample
breasts, envisioning them as two mounds of soft dough I could knead in my
hands. And at the thought of her nipples, my balls tightened with want. There
was no doubt in my mind they were pink donut-shaped buds puckered with
sprinkles that would harden beneath my touch and make me lust after her. I
yearned to twirl them, tweak them, suck them, and lick them. Imagining this
scenario, I cupped my hand over my hard, hungry cock, buried under my trousers,
and began to jerk off. Stroking myself, I leaned back in my desk chair and
reveled in the sensation.
“Sir…”
Snapping my
eyes open, I immediately straightened up. Olive! I thought my cock would have a
heart attack.
“Yes?” My
beauty. My princess. My love.
“I put
together a file with the information you need.”
My eyes
darted to the thick folder in her hand.
“If you
don’t mind me saying, I think ZAP! is the perfect advertising agency.”
“And why is
that, Olive?”
“Because
the founder and CEO, Jaime Zander, is on the cutting edge. He totally
transformed his wife’s company, Gloria’s Secret, into a global force.”
“The
lingerie company?”
“Yes. I
love that store. I wish I could shop there, but I can’t afford it.”
“And why
else do you think ZAP! would be right for us?”
“Because
based on what I read, Mr. Zander works quickly and efficiently and always stays
on budget.”
Fuck. Not
only was she sexy as hell, but she could also think. Digest information,
something none of my previous assistants could do as the only thing they wanted
to digest was my cum.
“Thank you,
Olive. Just put the folder on my desk.”
My eyes
stayed on her as she did as I asked. Holy shit. Those delectable tits, so alive
with their bounce, as she strutted my way. Her days of not affording Gloria’s
Secret were over. I was going to order sexy lace bras in every color—along with
matching panties—and make them part of her job uniform.
“Anything
else, sir?” she asked as she set the folder down.
Bend
over and spread your legs.
And let me fuck you over my desk.
What the
hell was wrong with me? My hormones burned through me.
Fucking
love.

 

Author Bio

 

I am a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author who lives in Los Angeles with her
Prince Charming-ish husband, twin college-bound princesses, and a bevy of royal
pain-in-the-butt pets. A former executive in the entertainment industry with
a prestigious Humanitas Prize for promoting human dignity and freedom to my
credit, I gave up playing with Barbies a long time ago, but I still
enjoy playing with toys with my
hubby. While I write in my PJs, I love to get dressed up and pretend I’m
Hollywood royalty. My steamy stories feature characters that will make you
laugh, cry, and swoon and stay in your heart forever. They’re often inspired by
my past life.
To learn
about my new releases, sales, and giveaways, please sign up for my newsletter
and follow me on social media. I love to hear from my readers.
 
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