✯BOOK BLITZ:✯ The Future of Us by Aubrey Parker {EXCERPT + GIVEAWAY!}

The Future of Us by Aubrey Parker

Release Date: September 3rd 2017

Series: The Future of Sex #12

Genres: Adult, Romance, Science Fiction

Love doesn’t matter. Romance doesn’t exist.

(The final installment in The Future of Sex series)

In the year 2060, sex is a game of extremes. No desire is unexplored and even the unimaginable is possible.

Alexa Mathis, head of the monolithic O Corporation, has found a prodigy she believes will drive her sex empire to rapturous new limits: Chloe Shaw, a common girl with uncanny gifts that make her a powerful escort.

Chloe doesn’t believe in love. She believes in ecstasy, and her employer’s newest tool to usher “the future of sex”: an intelligent network known as The Beam.

And so it is until she meets Andrew … and the whole world changes.

The Future of Sex is a 12-part serial that is being published in installments. As such, episodes are short and sometimes end on cliffhangers.

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{EXCERPT}

She looked at Andrew for a long second, then let the moment hang.

There were no words. Only the strange miasma between them: pain, and anger, and betrayal, and untruth, and love.

Mostly love.

But love didn’t erase the negatives. Her heart wanted to forgive him. He even had good excuses — interestingly, provided for her by Alexa rather than Andrew himself. Through her version of events, Chloe had come to see how tightly Andrew had been bound and how hard he’d fought to extricate them both.

But no matter what she understood and no matter how great the love behind it all, Chloe still felt the hurt. She still felt the betrayal.

“You were the person I went to when I felt like everyone was against me, Andrew. You were my port in the storm.”

It wasn’t a loving thing to say, and Andrew knew it. She wasn’t wrapping verbal arms around him. She was telling him how completely she’d bared her soul before he’d plunged his twisting knife inside her.

“I know.”

“My only friend in the city is Slava, and we only got closer after Voyos. She covered for me, you know. When I was on Voyos, I was supposed to be working. I was supposed to be with clients, but I didn’t want to be. So, I never worked alone. I was always with Slava, and I let her do all the work so that I could stay true to you. But what kind of backward notion is staying true to you in this day and age?”

Andrew looked touched, but he hid his smile. He hadn’t earned the right and knew it.

“My mom was no help; she was half my problem. The way things were changing at work was another one, and the weird shit they had me doing at work — stuff I’m only understanding now — was yet another. Everything was uncertain. So much still is. Everything but you, Andrew. You were the one person I could talk to. You were the only thing I thought I could count on.”

Andrew exhaled, clearly crushed. He looked like he wanted to apologize again, but it was still Chloe’s turn to speak.

“That’s the worst part of this. It’s not that I thought I loved you. It was that I’d been so careful not to truly love anyone other than my family, then decided to break my own rule and ended up regretting it. The mental wall I told you about? I took it down. I figured that there wasn’t any point. Let sex and love mix, I told myself. I couldn't bring myself to have sex with other guys, so I tore that division all the way down. Just you and me. I’d find ways to adapt to my job, even if it meant less money and fame. What could it possibly hurt?”

She looked at Andrew, then back down.

“I told you about how much O was confusing me. How uneasy they were making me. They were experimenting on me like a lab rat, Andrew! And who did I go to for comfort? You — a part of the problem. You weren’t my safe place. You were part of the experiment.”

“I didn’t want to be. Not after I saw where it was headed. Not once I got to know you.”

“But you were,” Chloe said.

And Andrew nodded. “Yes.”

AUTHOR BIO:

I love to write stories with characters that feel real enough to friend on Facebook, or slap across the face. I write to make you feel, think, and burn with the thrill that can only come from getting lost in the pages. I love to write unforgettable characters who wrestle with life's largest problems. My books may always end with a Happily Ever After, but there will always be drama on the way there.

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✯BOOK BLITZ:✯ The Guru by Aubrey Parker {EXCERPT + GIVEAWAY!}

The Guru by Aubrey Parker

Release Date: April 3rd 2017

Series: Trillionaire Boys’ Club #5

Genres: New Adult, Romance

The Syndicate’s plans are finally made. Everything’s been building to THE GURU.

Anthony Ross is larger than life: tall and handsome, strong in body, mind, and vision. I’ve always believed what my friend Jamie says: what Anthony does onstage isn’t an act. One day, he’ll change the world.

Jamie would know. Anthony is like a father to her. It’s just one reason my crush on Anthony can come to nothing … even after we cross the line, and it starts to become something.

But now I know what the Trillionaire Boys’ Club’s plan is for Anthony, and I can’t be selfish. He doesn’t have time for relationships, now more than ever. He can’t be distracted.

The whole world needs him. I can’t keep him just for me.

Anthony has to choose between me and his mission — but I’m afraid even love isn’t stronger than destiny.

The first phase of Aubrey Parker’s Trillionaire Boys’ Club concludes with THE GURU. Don’t miss out … everything has been building to this!

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{EXCERPT}

“I know it’s a little embarrassing,” he says, “but let’s admit what last night was.”

“A random run-in?”

“It worked out that way, but you came looking for me. All done up. In that clingy little dress.”

“So now you’re noticing my dress?”

“Of course I’m noticing it!” He rakes his hand through his hair. “That’s half the problem.”

“What’s the other half?”

“Let’s not do this. I don’t want to upset you.”

“Look at me, Anthony! I’m already upset!”

“I need to go,” he says, looking back toward the door.

I move between him and the door. “I’m part of this now, whether you like it or not.”

“What do you mean?”

“I believe in what you do. I’m pissed off, but I don’t want you distracted because now this is my mission, too.”

“It’s not the same.”

“It is the same! This matters, Anthony — you know it does.”

“Of course I do.” A new sternness enters his voice. “That’s why I can’t see you again.”

“So now we’re seeing each other?”

“You know what I mean.”

“Stop saying I know what you mean! Stop talking around it and just say what the hell is on your mind for a change!”

“Fine,” he snaps. “Last night, you came down hoping to find me because you knew I’d lost my hook-up for the night and wanted to take her place. Jamie told you I do that with women I meet on tour. I’m not ashamed of it. I don’t have time for anything complicated, or the bandwidth for distraction from what matters most, but I’m still a man and I have needs. I treat those women with respect. I’m very careful, and we both go into it knowing what it is and that it’ll never happen again.”

“And that’s what I was doing?” I say, raising my eyebrows. “Coming downstairs hoping to be your one-night stand?”

“Are you really going to deny it? We both felt it when I dropped you off — the something in the air. I just thought we were both smart enough to know which lines not to cross.”

I think about denying it, but I came here for a confrontation, not more evasion. Might as well clear the air and get it over with. “Okay. Fine. That’s what it was. But as someone once said, ‘It was my choice to make, not yours.’”

“And it was my choice to be strong enough for both of us, and say no.”

I don’t know which half of his statement to be furious at first. “So I’m weak.”

Anthony exhales. He wants to be mad, but I’ve made that too hard. “Of course you’re not weak. You’re stronger than ever.”

“Good thing you were strong enough to resist my stronger than ever advances.”

“It’s not that. It’s not that you were weak. It’s that you were … influenced.”

“Because you’re so charming? Because bitches just melt into unprotesting pussy in your presence? Get over yourself, Anthony. I have a mind of my own.”

Another sigh. “I know you do. Look — I don’t want it to be like this.”

“Why not? You don’t want it to be the other way, either, apparently.” I put both hands on my hips. “But thank you. Thank you for being strong enough to say no to the question I never actually asked.”

“Your body was saying it.”

I almost want to laugh. “I see. My body. And is it saying the same thing right now?”

He looks me over — the pretentious ass actually looks me up and down. “Honestly? Yes.”

I shake my head and move to walk around him. We’re done here; I’m tired of all the bullshit.

“Caitlin.”

“No. That’s enough. That’s about all I can handle.”

“Look at me.”

“I’m done looking at you.”

He takes me by the arm and turns me. I wrench away, then push against his chest.

We stare at each other.

He tries again, this time reaching for my face. I slap it away again, eyes still locked on his. I refuse to lose this staring contest.

Anthony moves toward me in one long, fast stride. I react instinctively, wanting to hit him again, but he’s suddenly too close to me. His hands are on my face. He’s holding me against him, our bodies pressed together, his lips smashed against mine. For a fraction of a second, I’m lost and floating. My arms stop trying to hit him and my mouth stops protesting. For just that blink of time, there’s bliss, and I’m somewhere else.

But then I push him away, harder this time.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

“What you want me to do.”

“I don’t want you to—”

He comes forward again, his hands back in place. This time I only half-protest for a couple of beats. Then my pushing hands circle his firm torso and become pulling hands, spreading open against his dress shirt, kneading, pulling his hips into mine.

We pull apart, our mouths separating. We lock eyes. There’s a small moment where I think one of us might say something — a quip from me about his failure to be strong, a protest from him about how my heat is keeping him from working — but then it pops and we’re suddenly one again, moving, undulating, pressed together from top to bottom.

He backs me up and my ass hits the table in the center of the room. His hands move lower, rubbing down my front, pawing my breasts with urgency.

Then he steps back. His lips are smeared with my lipstick. He drops his arms back, shakes off his blazer and tosses it behind me.

“Get on the floor,” he says.

“What?”

“Take off your panties and get on the floor. Hurry.”

AUTHOR BIO:

I love to write stories with characters that feel real enough to friend on Facebook, or slap across the face. I write to make you feel, think, and burn with the thrill that can only come from getting lost in the pages. I love to write unforgettable characters who wrestle with life's largest problems. My books may always end with a Happily Ever After, but there will always be drama on the way there. 

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✯BOOK BLITZ:✯ Trillionaire Boys’ Club: The Producer by Aubrey Parker {EXCERPT + GIVEAWAY!}

Trillionaire Boys’ Club: The Producer by Aubrey Parker

Release Date: January 10th 2017

Genres: New Adult, Romance

These hot, powerful men don’t impress me.

I’m not new to this secret club of billionaires. I know all about their Syndicate … and even some of their plans to control the world. I’m Alyssa Friggin’ Galloway, publicity genius, and I’ve dealt with all of them: Nathan Turner, who built the Boys’ Club, and even the insufferable Ashton Moran.

They’re all the same: all arrogance and bluster, using women like disposable things. I’m immune to their charms.

So why does the worst of the worst … Cole Freaking Ellison … intrigue me so much?

To stay afloat with all these MEN, I need to be tough. So I hold my ground. But Cole? He sees right through me to the vulnerable thing beneath.

Cole wants to control me. He wants to use me for his own pleasure.

And against all judgment, I want to let him.

The Producer is part of the Trillionaire Boys’ Club series by Aubrey Parker. Each book tells the story of one of the Club’s powerful members … and you’re going to want to collect them all. 

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{EXCERPT}

Alyssa’s lips purse to laugh, but I’m not kidding. I’ve never done anything precisely like this before, and that newness makes the errand feel dire and serious. I want her. I will have her. I’m not willing to wait, and if Alyssa doesn’t like the disorder caused by my early arrival? Well, she doesn’t need to be in charge of everything all the time, does she?

I walk closer, wondering at my own actions. Not caring. Only feeling the need that’s been burning within me all day while thinking about her.

I’m an edge-walker, but not usually this devious.

Today is different. Today I’m like a criminal, bent on achieving my need through any means necessary. So I called her assistant, Susanne, and told her I was from UPS and that there was an oversized package she needed to sign for. When the assistant left the office, I sneaked in behind her and locked her out. I’m sure she can call the superintendent or someone to let her back in, but that’ll take time. She could cut to the chase and call Alyssa, but her boss won’t be answering phones for a while.

She’ll be otherwise occupied.

Unable to speak.

“Cole …”

A sentence without a predicate. She doesn’t know what to say.

At least not anything more than my name.

“Let’s cut the shit,” I tell her.

Alyssa looks frozen in place. Ravishing. I got hard the moment I decided not to wait until four. Now I’m throbbing. I want her. I haven’t stopped thinking about her since that text.

I’ll try hard to prepare myself.

It turns me on, knowing she’s thinking about me. Alyssa comes off as such a straight-laced girl. A total pro. She wears her sensible girl suits with her sensible girl skirts that never rise immodestly high. Heels that are common but understatedly sexy, if you know where to look. She wears her hair like she’s going to court, but all I can think of is shaking it loose. Her features are always so hard, but if you pay attention it’s easy to see just how breathtakingly beautiful she is.

Once you know Alyssa for a while, you start thinking that she’s sexless. But one couched text, with its barely-there innuendo, was enough to shatter that impression. Yesterday morning could have caught her off guard. Our encounter on the bathroom floor might have been a one-time thing she’d instantly regret. But her text changed that. It made me see, through the thinnest of cracks in her frozen facade, that Alyssa isn’t a robot.

Now I know she’s truly a woman, with desires to match my own.

My cock strains against its confinement. I watch her chest rise and fall; her nipples push against her silky white blouse. She’s breathing long and slow through moist, gently parted lips. Her eyes stay on mine, hungry under her reservations.

“Let’s stop bullshitting each other and fuck like animals.”

“You need to leave.”

“You don’t want me to leave,” I say, shaking my head. “So tell me. Forget about what’s proper for once, and tell me what you really want.”

Her eyes flick toward the door. I’ve locked that one, too, same as the outer door her assistant is probably already finding closed.

“Say it, Alyssa.”

“I don’t know what you want me to say.”

“Say you’ve been thinking about me.”

Alyssa says nothing.

“Say you’ve been wet all day, waiting for four to come.”

She swallows. I step closer. I move around the desk. Alyssa looks for all the world like she’s about to startle and flee. But she doesn’t go. Instead she lets me walk up next to her, close enough to smell. She says nothing as my hands run up her sides, as I brush her hair away from her long neck. She tips her head sideways, just a little. I can’t see her eyes from behind, but I imagine them closing.

“Say the truth,” I whisper into her ear.

“I want you.”

AUTHOR BIO:

I love to write stories with characters that feel real enough to friend on Facebook, or slap across the face. I write to make you feel, think, and burn with the thrill that can only come from getting lost in the pages. I love to write unforgettable characters who wrestle with life's largest problems. My books may always end with a Happily Ever After, but there will always be drama on the way there. 

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✯BOOK BLITZ:✯ The Clothing Mogul by Aubrey Parker {EXCERPT + GIVEAWAY!}

The Clothing Mogul by Aubrey Parker

Release Date: December 6th 2016

Genres: New Adult, Romance

“You have to fall in love,” Alyssa suggests. And then, because she’s my publicist, she adds the key word: “Publicly.”

My name is Ashton Moran, and I’m CEO of the $2.2 billion Hurricane Apparel company. You’d think that’d be enough, but it’s not. Not for Alyssa. She says my public image sucks. She says my being a womanizer is hurting Hurricane’s brand.

So she found this girl, Jenna, who I’m supposed to pretend I’m in love with for the press. I’m not supposed to sleep with any other women for as long as this farce goes on. Only with Jenna — if she’s into it, which she will be.

I understand what Alyssa is trying to do by making Hurricane more “family friendly,” but … Me? In love? With only one woman?

There’s no way this is going to work.

The Clothing Mogul is part of the Trillionaire Boys’ Club series by Aubrey Parker. Each book tells the story of one of the Club’s powerful members … and you’re going to want to collect them all.

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{EXCERPT}

“You want my cock inside you, Jenna.” I increase pressure on her slit. She’s so goddamn wet, there’s practically no friction. “Look me in the eyes and tell me you don’t.”

She looks me in the eyes. No words pass her lips.

“I’m going to fill your pussy with my cock, Jenna. I’m going to make you come so hard, you’ll do whatever I say and then thank me.”

“Fuck you.”

I’m tired of her bullshit. “Take out my cock. Now.”

She hesitates, so I slip two fingers inside her. She must be on a hair trigger, because she almost validates my threat on the spot. A gush touches my hand and she buckles against me.

She won’t come unless I keep going. Not until I let her.

“Do it, Jenna.”

Her hands fumble at my jeans, shaking but urgent. My fly is open in seconds. I gasp as she grips my shaft and brings it into the open air, her small hand in a ring around it, jerking me, rubbing my balls and the underside.

“You’re disgusting,” I say. “You’re a fucking slut.”

She licks her lips and stares into me. I can see how much she hates me. She’s pumping my cock, glaring at my eyes. Her grip is insane. If she keeps up the pace, I’m going to shoot my load all over her.

My balls tighten. My shaft throbs, cock head red and swelling.

“You want me to fuck you. Tell me you want it.”

“Go fuck yourself.” But she’s pushing up next to me, her hand now rubbing my dick against her slit. It’s clumsy as hell. I feel like I’m being used to paint a fence. Her sexuality is aggressive — a turn on.

“I’m going to fuck you instead.”

“No, you’re not.” Then she opens her legs just enough to let my head pop inside.

I don’t like how Jenna thinks she’s in charge.

I turn her around, hard, and press her face against the side of the utility shed. Her ass, as my cock paints wet lines across it, is perfect. My hands spread her cheeks. My fingers explore her from behind, plunging in and out. I watch her knees threaten to surrender as waves shake her body.

But she won’t be coming alone.

I put a hand on her back, pressing her chest flat. Her ass is still out, her wet pink slit still open and waiting. I lean in close, my lips inches from her ear as I pull her shining brown hair back and growl: “I’m going to fuck your wet cunt until you cry, Jenna. I’m going to show you whose rules we’re going to play by. I’m going to make you beg for more. And tomorrow, you’ll be dying for me to do it again.”

Before she can respond, I bury my cock inside her.

My balls press against her bare snatch. She moans. I grip her hair in one fist. My lips graze her ear, breathing words into it as her hot tunnel grips my cock in tight, peristaltic waves.

“You don’t walk out on me. You don’t bluff against me. Because I know how much you want me to fuck you. I know how hard you want it. And I know that nobody can do the things I’m going to do to you.”

“You’re a pig,” she says, her face pressed to the shed.

“Tell me how bad you want it.”

She reaches between her legs. She alternates rubbing my balls and strumming her clit.

I take long, slow strokes. “Beg me. Beg me for it.”

Her own hand does the job, and she’s coming all over me, her slippery juices coating me, her pussy squeezing my dick like a fist.

I fuck her harder. Faster. My thighs slap her bare ass. I tug her hair. My other hand grips her ass cheek. Then I let go of her hair and grab the other ass cheek; I slam into her, giving her my full length.

Jenna shakes, almost violently, her moans coming faster and harder, out of her control.

“Beg me to come. Beg me to fuck you harder!”

Between panting breaths: “Fuck me harder!”

“You like it dirty, don’t you? You like it rough?”

“Fuck me, Ashton!”

I smack her ass. She contracts against the small pain, her pussy tightening. I can’t hold back. But I don’t want to come inside her, so I pull out just a little and pump my thick load into her wet folds, intermingling our juices.

My seed drips down her legs. It pulses from her greedy little pussy, running into her pulled-down panties.

I step back as the waves subside, and see Jenna’s hand still working between her legs. She comes again, harder this time, calling out something that might be my name.

AUTHOR BIO:

I love to write stories with characters that feel real enough to friend on Facebook, or slap across the face. I write to make you feel, think, and burn with the thrill that can only come from getting lost in the pages. I love to write unforgettable characters who wrestle with life's largest problems. My books may always end with a Happily Ever After, but there will always be drama on the way there. 

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✯BOOK BLITZ:✯ Trillionaire Boys' Club: The Connector by Aubrey Parker {EXCERPT + GIVEAWAY!}

Trillionaire Boys' Club: The Connector by Aubrey Parker

Release Date: November 1st 2016

Genres: New Adult, Romance

They say money can’t buy love. Fortunately, it can buy everything else.

A week ago, I didn’t know who Nathan Turner was. That’s because doesn’t own deals; he makes them instead. He’s the man behind the curtain — more powerful even than the man in front of it.

He’s a multi-billion-dollar networker. A connector, in his own words.

Nathan’s job is to pull strings. And when I butted my way into his office, he told me he planned to pull my strings, too.

I thought I could make my own deal with Nathan, but now I’m in over my head.

What he’s connecting now isn’t a takeover or a buyout.

I think he’s forming a secret society instead: a Syndicate of billionaires who want to pool their assets into a trillion-dollar pool, then rule the world.

I’m not up to this. I’m just an 18-year-old girl.

But there’s no way Nathan will let me out now.

The Connector is the first book in the Trillionaire Boys’ Club series by Aubrey Parker. Each book tells the story of another of the Club’s powerful members … and you’re going to want to collect them all.

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{EXCERPT}

I dragged her away so that I could shout at her to stay the fuck out of my business, but somehow she’s turned things around and punched me in the gut.

I’ve spent too much time checking up on her. I’ve spent too much thought on her, when I should have already trashed her like a soiled tissue. But whatever the reason, I feel I know Alex Wynn, and this girl in front of me isn’t the girl I thought I knew.

The Alex Wynn I met that first day had all the hallmarks of a classic daddy’s girl: strong and bold, loyal and moral. She knew how to scrap, but knew not to bend. I broke her a bit, by applying pressure where no girl that age is immune.

But this? This flagrant, slutty, whorish talk? This isn’t her, and I want to shake it out of her.

“You didn’t fuck him,” I say.

“Maybe I did.”

My jaw shifts. I want to slap her. I want to leave her behind, break the door between me and Ashton, and put my fist through the back of his neck. I grip her shoulders, teeth gritted.

“Maybe I licked the tip of his cock for hours,” she purrs, “until he came all over my—”

I push Alex back against the utility closet’s single bare wall — the only one not lined with shelves. She practically trips over the mop bucket, but I kick it aside. Then she’s pinned, and her mouth finally shuts. I don’t have my hand at her neck, but that’s the way this feels. Her bravado is gone. Her sex kitten protestations all pop, and now there’s only this scared little girl in front of me, her eyes like saucers, delicate throat swallowing a lump.

“Nathan,” she says. “Please.”

“Don’t you ever go behind my back again. Do you hear me?”

I wonder if I’m talking about business. I think I am, but there’s something else in the air. And it shouldn’t be there at all.

Alex nods. Swallows again, and I’m reminded of an animal caught in a snare, facing a hungry predator.

“Get on your knees,” I say.

Something snaps again, and she blinks at me.

“Do it.”

She looks around as if for help, then complies. She slides down the wall, as if trying to stay as far away from me as possible.

When she’s on her knees, I unbuckle my belt.

“What are you doing?”

“What the fuck do you think I’m doing?”

My cock springs free, already at full mast. It feels harder than I think it’s ever been, swollen with fury and lust.

“Do to me what you did to him.”

“Nathan,” she says, looking up, “I didn’t—”

But I don’t want to hear her words. Not right now. So I move forward and fill her yapping mouth with my cock. She gags in surprise, then pulls back to look up at me. One hand grips my root as if to push me away. A single line of saliva forms an upside-down rainbow between my cock and her pink lips.

“Suck it.”

“Here?”

“Of course here.” I’m irritated. But she’s turning me on so hard, as she looks up at me with her beautiful face and big brown doe eyes. So I add, “But take off your panties before you start.”

She obeys without question. She reaches under her skirt, then lifts one foot and the other to slide them off. Doing so hiked her skirt up, and I can see the small patch of hair above her pussy. Her legs open, like she can’t keep them together.

“Now suck my cock while you touch yourself.”

Alex’s eyes are still rolled up to look at me, her mouth inches from my tip. Her right hand is still stroking me, but her left moves between her legs, opening her pussy, rolling across her clit.

She sighs. As her mouth opens, I put my cock back into it, tired of waiting for her to comply.

But then her warm lips wrap around me and her hand begins to stroke. The sensations are intense, and within a minute I feel like I’m about to come in her mouth. Instead I pull back and order her to stand.

She does.

“Tell me what else you did with Moran.”

“I didn’t do anything with Moran. I swear.”

“Tell me what you did with other guys.”

“The …” She stammers, then catches up to try again. “The usual kinds of stuff.”

“I’m not usual.” It’s hard to keep my voice even. Ever since I withdrew from Alex three days ago, I’ve wanted to shove myself back inside her. I already miss her mouth. I’m on a hair trigger, balls high and tight as my eyes prowl her half-naked body. I could explode right now looking at her, without being touched. I could come all over her, twitching, jetting spunk down her leg. “Ordinary is boring. I like to do what’s new. What’s different.”

AUTHOR BIO:

I love to write stories with characters that feel real enough to friend on Facebook, or slap across the face. I write to make you feel, think, and burn with the thrill that can only come from getting lost in the pages. I love to write unforgettable characters who wrestle with life's largest problems. My books may always end with a Happily Ever After, but there will always be drama on the way there. 

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✯BOOK BLITZ:✯ Almost Wrong by Aubrey Parker {EXCERPT + GIVEAWAY!}

Almost Wrong by Aubrey Parker

Release Date: October 11th 2016

Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance

I’ve always hated Hunter Altman. 

I hated him at first sight, in my teens, when my mother met his worthless father. 

I hated when Bill moved in with us, dragging Hunter like bad baggage. 

I hated when Mom and Bill made it official, turning the delinquent a-hole in the next room into my brand-new stepbrother. 

I hated when I fell for Hunter, and Hunter fell for me. 

It killed me when he left us behind, shed like dead skin on his way to the top. And now that Hunter is a hotshot music producer on every magazine cover, I hate him even more. 

I hate his money. I hate his fancy toys. I hate that he thinks he owns me … or worse, that he OWES me. 

I hate that he’s back. That he’s soiled our ghetto with his pristine suit, his fancy black limousine. 

My heart hurts, I hate him so much. And it scares me that my heart might keep loving him in the end, beneath it all.

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His kiss hit me like a bludgeon. It was as if something inside him snapped, and all of his carefully held control shattered like glass under a thrown rock. His mouth covered mine. His breath was in my throat, hot and urgent. And then whatever wall was left within me broke with his.

We became all hands. I ripped his pack away and dropped it heedlessly to the bed, where it mercifully crashed without noise. His fingers groped clumsily at my sleep shirt, his hands finding my braless breasts, the fury of his assault more than making up for his awkwardness. He tugged the shirt up and groped my flesh in great, rough handfuls. His squeeze was too tight. His lips mashed against mine. We fell to the bed in a pile, finally knocking the errant backpack to the ground.

Hunter was above me, propped on his arms. He was one percent sense; the rest was abandon.

“We can’t do this. You’re my sister.” He said it without step in front, as if trying to turn himself off.

I unbuttoned his shirt, pulled it off his arms, frustrated by the way it caught on his wrists. I tugged as if I had no idea how clothing went on or off. It came free and I pawed his chest, pulling him toward my lips.

“Angela—”

That was all he got out. Whatever demon had hold of me, it finally caught hold of Hunter and tugged him atop me. His weight smothered my body. He covered me like a shroud, his mouth hot and working. We were saliva and tongues. I’d never kissed like this. It wasn’t even kissing; it was something from the wild. Something primal, brought up from deep inside.

We couldn’t stop. Even at gunpoint, we wouldn’t have stood a chance.

No more words. There was a spell we couldn’t risk breaking. This was the ripping of a bandage—we had to do it quick, before we lost our nerve. He devoured my neck, covering it with kisses. He pulled my shirt all the way up and then off, licking every inch of my chest. Then he sat upright and fixed me with his stare, hands at the waist of my elastic pajamas. He pulled them and my panties off in one sweep, and then I was bare before him.

Hunter looked my body over, spellbound. Almost reverently, his hand moved between my legs. His fingers brushed my pussy lips, found me wet.

My hands went to his belt. I freed his cock and stroked it as I had before, only much more aggressively. I sat halfway up, shoving his pants and underwear down to his knees. Then I pulled him toward me, as if his cock were a tether. He used both hands to spread my legs, then followed my lead.

He was inside me in a second—just the tip. I flinched, and he moved to pull back. But I held his shaft. I held him just inside me, fighting to keep him where he was.

“Does it hurt?” he asked me.

“No. Yes. Just a little.”

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

“It’s okay. I want you to hurt me that way.”

“This is wrong. We have to stop.”

I wrapped one arm behind Hunter’s lower back and pulled him closer. The sensation was strange; there was pain, but there was pleasure behind it.

Hunter’s cock was halfway inside me. I tried to keep the effort from my face, but I must have failed. I tried to relax, but it wasn’t just relaxation I needed. It was something different — a muscle, of sorts, that I hadn’t yet used.

“Are you sure?”

I nodded, needing him. “Yes.”

“You might bleed.”

“Then I’ll bleed.”

“You always remember your first. That’s what everyone says.”

“That’s why it has to be you, Hunter.”

He seemed to be trying gallantly to do what he saw as the right thing. But that ship had sailed. He was already inside me. If he left me now, there would be murder to pay.

I pulled him harder. His cock moved another half inch into me. There was more pain, but much more pleasure. My juices lubricated his passage. Only a little farther to go, and I could already sense the bliss beyond.

“You probably won’t come.”

“I will.”

“Angela—”

I pulled his face toward mine. I kissed his face, then his cheek, then his ear. I ran my hands through his messy hair.

“I will,” I whispered.

The last of his resolve broke. He pushed all the way inside me. I clenched. The sensation was so foreign; I felt full, completely and totally invaded. A part of him was inside me. I’d never known anything like it. So intimate. Nothing compared.

“I’ll go slow,” he whispered.

“Don’t.”

“I want it to be good for you.”

“It is good for me, Hunter. Because it’s you.” A wave of pleasure shot through me as he withdrew, then entered again. “Be quick.”

It didn’t take long. He fucked me furtively, like a thief in the night. And I did come, twice. His cock, in my pussy for the first time, was too uncomfortable to be truly arousing, but his mere presence was still enough. I watched him. I watched him as he fucked my virgin pussy, his face barely under control.

My stepbrother.

My great taboo. I had to press my face into a pillow to keep from screaming his name.

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✯BOOK BLITZ:✯ Hotel Indigo by Aubrey Parker {EXCERPT + GIVEAWAY!}

Hotel Indigo by Aubrey Parker

Release Date: September 13th 2016

Genres: Adult, Romance

At the luxurious Hotel Indigo, the staff is attentive and the heat is always on.

Between her father's funeral, stress from work, and her mother's guilt, Lucy White has hit her boiling point. Something's got to give, so she books a room at the exclusive Hotel Indigo spa to let it all go, and leave her worries behind.

Dark and brooding Marco is Indigo's best masseur -- always in demand, always under pressure to "make the ladies feel good." According to the boss, Marco's pay depends on talented hands and loose morals, but lately Marco has had enough. He'll take one last high-paying client, then leave his tired past behind.

But paradise has other plans for both of them. 

Once Lucy checks in and falls under Marco's strong touch, she just may never check out.

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I’m very uncomfortable. I can’t sit still. The way Marco fixes me with his eyes, it’s like a wolf staring. Like he’s waiting for me to make the wrong move so he can leap. Like he’s hungry and means to devour me.

I should leave.

I start to move, but Marco’s hand shoots out and grabs me by the wrist. “I don’t like how you made me feel today.”

Now I’m flustered. Panic rising. But I don’t squirm like I want to. My body is responding in ways it shouldn’t, watching him watch me.

“I’m sorry. If I embarrassed you or got you in trouble, it wasn’t because—”

“That’s not what I mean.”

His hand is on my leg. I’m wearing a skirt, and the hand moves higher.

“Why are you doing that?”

“Because I want to. And because you’re letting me.”

“What if I said to stop?”

“Then I’d stop.”

I watch his eyes. I say nothing.

“If you’d let me stay this afternoon, I’d have taken your panties off, too.”

“To give me a better massage?” I can hardly get the words out. My eyes are everywhere. Heartbeat in my throat. Every pulse of blood makes me throb, clouds my vision.

“To put my fingers inside you,” Marco says.

“You can’t do that.”

“I can if you let me.”

“I wouldn’t have let you.”

Marco’s hand inches higher. It’s under my skirt, on my sensitive inner thighs.

“Is that how you operate here?”

“No. There’s a line I can’t cross.”

“Where is that line?”

Marco’s finger finds the crotch of my panties. He pushes it aside and a digit slips inside me. I realize I’m soaking. There’s no friction until he hooks the finger a bit, causing me to twitch and involuntarily bear down. A tiny whimper slips from my lips.

“It was right there,” Marco answers.

His finger moves inside me. Then a second slips in to join the first. I moan.

“What I said before, about you being afraid of taking risks. It was presumptuous.”

His fingers are still moving. It’s hard to speak.

“Don’t apologize,” is all I can manage.

“I’m not apologizing. It was presumptuous and true. It’s something I shouldn’t have said, but someone needed to say it.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re fucked up. You’ve forgotten what it’s like to be alive.”

“You don’t know me.”

“I know you’re about to come.”

I try to deny it, but it’s true. I’ve heard that a lot of girls don’t have a G-spot, but I sure as hell do. Marco’s got his fingers hooked around inside me just right, rubbing that little smooth spot I can’t bend my wrist far enough to hit on my own. It’s like he’s been with me for ages, but no — he’s found my hot spot right away, on the first try.

Pressure builds. I want to hold out, just to prove him wrong. But his index finger continues to tease that little interior bundle of nerves and I want to rotate my hips just so, to let it happen.

I can’t do this. Not right here in the lobby.

But I do. And I have to lean into Marco as I come, practically biting him through his thin white tee to keep from shouting out.

I flinch back. I’m too sensitive now, so I push his hand away.

“Again,” he says.

“I’m done.”

“Again,” he repeats.

“There’s no again.” Even with Aaron there was never an again.

But his hand is back. Making me flinch, too much touch.

“Take my cock out.”

The sensitivity in my clit recedes. His words thrill me. I keep looking around the lobby, but nobody’s come into view. We can’t do this here. A picture would go straight to the tabloids. I’m a public face. And now he’s pushing that public face toward the giant bulge in his pants.

I find myself unzipping him, wondering what in the hell I’m doing.

But his fingers sliding back inside me feel amazing.

And his thumb, which has found my clit, feels even better. I’m already rising again. I wonder if I can come twice. I’ve heard about it, but I’ve always been too busy with life to try.

“Suck me off, Lucy,” Marco says, as I remove his shaft and gaze at the smooth head, the drop of liquid already at its tip. I wrap my hand around his stone-hard cock and feel it throb against me. “Make me come in your mouth.”

I must still be a little drunk.

Because I do it.

And the minute his hardness is between my lips, Marco begins to roll the ball of his thumb more rapidly across my clit, sending arrows of sensation down my legs, through my ass, up my spine. I want his other hand on my tits but I won’t ask for it.

I’m not that kind of girl.

I’m a responsible person, who always gets things done.

Marco’s cock is already twitching as I suck it, as my hand moves along its impressive length. I run my free hand along his stomach, feeling his hard abs. I could count them all as I work. As he sends me into overdrive.

But then he slows just a little. My orgasm abates.

“I want to come with you. I want you to swallow me when yours hits.” His thumb moves. His fingers rub. “Tell me when,” he says.

I move my mouth on his shaft. Frenzy builds. I want him to fill me up. My very center aches for him. I suddenly want Marco to pull me out of my seat, prop me up on the cushion, and enter me from behind. I want his hard cock slamming into me. I want his balls slapping my pussy, his body jarring against my bare ass. I see it as Marco works my slit, as I suck his cock.

I clench. And I manage to whisper, “Now.”

It begins, the second orgasm much bigger than the first. Marco groans under his breath and I feel his cock throb hard in my hand and between my lips. Then my mouth fills with warmth. I suck breath through my nose, short on air but unwilling to loosen my lips. Our simultaneous orgasm must only take a handful of seconds, but then it’s over, and my mouth is empty and still wanting him. Marco’s big chest heaves, his cock still leaking a drizzle of fluid.

He straightens. He shrugs me away so I sit upright, and both of us compose ourselves.

“Better,” he says. “But you still need to learn to relax.”

I take this in as every muscle in my body goes limp. As I taste Marco on my lips.

He stands.

“But it’s okay. Because I’ll teach you.”

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I love to write stories with characters that feel real enough to friend on Facebook, or slap across the face. I write to make you feel, think, and burn with the thrill that can only come from getting lost in the pages. I love to write unforgettable characters who wrestle with life's largest problems. My books may always end with a Happily Ever After, but there will always be drama on the way there. 

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