Rain Over Me

Book Title: Rain Over Me Author: Cindy Lou Moldovan Genre: Romance Release Date: July 30, 2014 Hosted by: Book Enthusiast Promotions

Mia Lambert is beautiful, rich and used to having her own way. When it comes to intimacy, she makes her own rules. Convinced that she is selfish and self-centered like her mother, she stays away from matters of the heart. Mia’s rules leave her empty and unfulfilled, but she is too stubborn to change until Philippe strides into her life and challenges her to let him fulfill her wanton body’s desires. Philippe Colson is every woman’s dream. Handsome and charming, he shows Mia passion beyond her wildest dreams. He has come to play, and when he does, he plays for keeps. Will Mia allow her fears to rule her heart and leave her with an empty, guarded life or will she accept the challenge from Philippe and trust her heart to him?

“Philippe!” She squealed. “Happy to see me princess?” He said but the glint in his dark green eyes showed his displeasure. Mia held on to the door of the refrigerator, her hand shook slightly and she hopes he did not see the effect he has on her. “I…how did you get in here?” She said her voice rising. Mia ignored his calls, e-mails and answered his text messages in monosyllables for the past two months. Yeah, he is pissed! She was well aware that he is not the type of man to be put off and Mia has done just that. “I appreciate your high tech security and your body guard but I have my ways of getting what I want at times. You should know that tactic well.” “Are you saying I am used to having my own ways? Rich and spoiled? Fine, go ahead. Nothing I have not heard before.” Her bravado return but she took a step back as he pushes off the counter. He took a swig of water from the bottle he held in his hand. “You are avoiding me and I want to know why the hell you are running.” Her dress fell off her shoulder onto her arm and she attempted to pull it back in place but her hand met with Philippe’s as he held the dress in place and ran his thumb across her skin. Her chest tightned as desire flooded her body. Philippe hooded gaze held her eyes noting her dilated pupils. He set the bottle of water on the counter and rubbed her other arm slowly making his way to her back where he found the clasp to her bra and skillfully unsnapped it. Mia’s lip caught in her teeth and her lids slid shut as she tried to repress a moan that was sure to escape her throat. Philippe cupped her pert breast that fit perfect in his large palm. None too gently he squeezed the pale pink nipple encouraging the areolar to constrict, elongated her nipple between his thumb and index finger. Her head drop to his chest and lulled from side to side. She was never one to deny herself of what she wanted and at this moment she desperately wanted Philippe. Truth be told she always wanted him ever since they met fifteen months, one week and two day ago but who’s counting time…not her, surely keeping up with such minute details were for weaklings and weak, she was not. Philippe tilted her head back, her blond hair frames her face and fell over her shoulders as she look into his eyes. His tall frame loomed over her as his dark green eyes seeks hers out. Their breathing and the sound of the refrigerator humming is the only sound in the room. Slowly he peeled back the dress and pink lacy demi bra off her shoulders and let them fall to the floor, pooling around her ankles. She rubbed her breast across his white linen shirt and the sensation of the material against her breast sent a wicked sensual sensation pooling down her center to the apex of the thigh. Philippe crushed his mouth to hers and took her tongue in a wild kiss that lasted all of a few seconds. He spun her around and bends her the kitchen island. Her breast came in contact with the cold hard counter top, she is bent at the waist pushing her ass toward his erection that grinds into her bottom with no mercy. A plea that sounded like a whimper left her lips and Philippe’s lips curled in a smile. He slid a finger into her wet pussy that was now hot and slick. Slowly he swirls his long finger around and around her need as Mia shook with desire. He pulled his finger from her slit that dripped with her essence and push gently into her mouth. Mia greedily sucked off her own juices but before she could repeat the motion he places his palm on her ass and rubbed it one, twice then with a stinging motion spanked her with three quick successive snaps. Mia yelped from the surprise spanking that sent moisture rushing to her core. Before she could get her bearings Philippe headed to the door. “Play nice or we don’t play at all. Will you answer the next time I call?” His hand is on the front door and she wanted to plea with him to stay. “Yes, but…” “Good.” He pulls open the door and it closed silently behind him. Mia laid her head on the cool stone of the countertop and willed her breathing to return to normal. What the fuck just happened? She took stock of the situation that just took place and humiliation set into the pit of her stomach. How could he treat her that way? He waltz into her place… “Oh my God” Mia whispered “How did he get in...Invading my space, got me naked, swirled his delicious finger in my, my…in me, spanked my ass and left! Who the hell does he think he is?” She felt the heat of a blush rising from her neck all the way to her hairline. She sheepishly picked her clothes up off the floor and went to her bedroom where she put on a robe. Where the hell was her security and who is on duty? Well they are doing a piss poor job of looking after her safety. Mia placed a call to the emergency number of the security detail that is on speed dial on her phone. She did not wait for proper identification but snap at the person and asked to speak with Greg Williams, the supervisor. “Miss Lambert, how may I help you ma’am?” “Security on my Loft was breached today and I want to know why no one told me about it.” She bit the words into the phone with clenched teeth. “Come again Miss Lambert? Someone was in your residence?” “That is exactly what I am saying Greg. How did he get in?” “I am looking at the screen and your Loft was accessed twice this evening but both times the codes were entered correctly so there were no alarms. Are you OK Miss Lambert?” His voice rings with concern. “Yes, yes I’m fine. I just don’t understand…” “There is something that may be of some interest to you ma’am. Mr Philippe Colson bought our security company about a week ago. On the security camera he entered your residence about an hour before you got home today but he has the code which is why there was not an alarm.” Fuck, fuck! Mia rubbed her temples and reassured Greg that there was just a misunderstanding and it was okay for Mr Colson to enter her home. Now she really was pissed off. Embarrassed and pissed. She quickly place her other call, her hand rubbing the back of her neck. “I said I would call you but to what do I owe the unexpected pleasure?” “You bought the security company? Are you out of your fucking mind Philippe?” She hissed into the phone. “Just investing in other companies my dear Mia. Diversity makes good business sense.” He replied. “I can have you arrested for trespassing.” “Ah, now you are insulting me since I bought the property that houses your loft as well. I was just checking on my investment.” “What? You did what?” She yelled. “As much as I would like to continue this pissing contest, I am at an important dinner meeting and must get back to my guests. Bye princess.” Mia stared at the phone in her hand. She could not believe the audacity of the man. How dare he hung up on her? She really wanted to call him back and slam the phone down on him but that was just too childish. The mattress dips beneath her as she threw herself on her back and kicked her legs up and down. She glared at the brilliant white ceiling while her pulse raced. “I hate him, I do, I do”. Mia hopes that by repeating these words she would actually despise him but she is lying about one thing for sure…Mia want’s the weight of his body on hers, want the touch of his lips and tongue on her womanhood, his fingers to slide in her core, his mouth to suck her clit until she screams his name in ecstasy. It happened once, fifteen months, one week and two days ago.

   

 Cindy Lou Moldovan graduated from Lee College in Texas with a nursing degree. She is a certified PADI Scuba dive-master, loves the outdoors and spending time with family and friends. An avid reader and book lover, she is the author of her memoir ‘Growing up third world’. Cindy creates strong characters in her steamy novels that her readers will fall in love with and leave them panting for more. She lives in South Carolina with her husband. Forever rain is her first romance novel in ‘Rain will fall’ trilogy. Member of Romance writers of America, GRW and LCRW. www.cindyloumoldovan.com Facebook.com/cindyloumoldovan Twitter.com/cindylmoldovan Linkedin.com/in/cindymoldovan http://Goodreads.com/cindyloumoldovan

 

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Lie to Me

Book Title: Lie to Me Author: Bethany Bazile Genre: Erotic Romance (Novella) Release Date: July 27, 2014 Hosted by: Book Enthusiast Promotions

It was all too much. There was no way I could keep piling up these lies without it all tumbling down. I was desperate to keep her, even if it meant I had to lie to her. But when everything unravels, the only thing that can save us is the truth in our love.  

 Bethany Bazile reads, writes, and lives in the Northeast with her husband and two amazing kids. Her passion for writing was born from a love affair between books and music. She loves books that draw her in and won’t release her until she’s inhaled every word, panting with excitement. Then she realizes the sun came up, but the loss of sleep was so worth it. When she isn't reading, she’s conjuring up steamy love scenes and hot romance stories to share with fellow romance lovers. She can’t function without her cup of coffee and operates on a vampire-like time-frame.

Turnabout is Fair Play

Avery My hands were behind my back, my legs spread, Xander’s right hand over my mouth and his other in between my legs. I was sitting on his lap, my back to his chest, his hard cock nestled in the ridge of my ass. Occasionally, he’d bite my neck as his heavy breaths caressed my ear. This was supposed to be a session. Our sessions had gotten more emotional over the weeks, but before he’d pour out his emotions, he needed to drain the physical need that always clawed at us. I whimpered against his hand. “Shut up or Angela will hear you. Do you want that?” His tone was blunt, his voice raspy at my ear. I shook my head, but how was I supposed to keep quiet when his fingers were driving into me, slithering along my clit, then gliding back into my wet pussy. The man was sinfully amazing. He was fully clothed but had managed to get me to strip down to my garters and heels, on the verge of begging him to fuck me. He’d spread my legs as far as I could possibly get them. He was taunting me. Ever since the day I’d sucked him off in my office and made him lose control, he’d waited for this moment. He had a leash on me. It wasn’t your typical kind either. His leash came in the form of magic fingers and a glorious cock that compelled me to follow his orders to a tee. His finger manipulations became faster, pushing against my sweet spot, then rubbing against my clit. It was just enough pleasure to keep me on the edge, and he’d kept me there for almost half an hour. If he wasn’t careful, my next appointment would walk in and he’d still be working me with his phenomenal digits. “Pleeease…” I gasped through the hand he held over my mouth. “Do you understand how this works?” His voice was unreasonably calm while I was riding in limbo, tasting little morsels of pleasure, but not allowed to indulge on the feast I was promised. I nodded. Anything to get him to release my orgasm from his ruthless grasp. “My pussy. I decide when you come,” he informed me. “Your dick is mine—I should… get to decide.” He withdrew his fingers and smacked my pussy for my comeback answer. Holy fuck! The sting buzzed against my clit. I swear I almost came from that tap. One more and I was sure to go over. Maybe I can goad him into repeating it. “That’s not how it works. I decide when we both come,” he growled. “When do I get to decide?” I countered. He plunged two fingers deep into my pussy and I quivered. “When I tell you to ride my dick and make me come. Now you have sixty seconds to come, and don’t disappoint me.”

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Flawed and Damaged

Book Title: Flawed and Damaged Author: Emily Krat Genre: New Adult/Contemporary Romance Release Date: August 2014 Hosted by: Book Enthusiast Promotions

 

 Two people haunted by their past… The collision of two damaged hearts… Meet Elizabeth Williams. She is at the airport on an important work assignment. If everything goes smoothly, after three years of hard work, she’ll get a promotion and a much-needed raise. Elizabeth is putting her life back on track after it was ripped out from under her feet four years ago when she lost her parents along with all her dreams. Standing here, she believes her life is going to change for the better any moment now. Nothing can go wrong, right? Meet Ryan Price. He came to Moscow on business. Right now, Ryan is standing at the airport looking at a ‘present’ from his brother, judging by the sign a beautiful young woman is holding. Damn his brother for not cancelling this arrangement as Ryan asked. Miscommunications and misunderstandings and a brilliant but painful love story begins. There will be a scary flight, lovely breakfasts, long evening conversations, sharing a secret or two, discovering one another, a lot of laughter, tender moments and some tears, a fight and, of course, the I-am-ready-for-the-end-of-the-world kiss. Somewhere along the way, they won’t be able to fight their feelings any longer. For the first time in his life, Ryan will experience a different shade of lust. And for the first time in her life, Elizabeth will have to trust despite all of the times she has been hurt. Will these two wounded lost souls find love, peace and comfort in each other or will they just break each other more? Is it a train wreck of a love story or a happily ever after?  

 Elizabeth My breath hitches as Ryan moves his right hand to my hip, my body pressing tightly against his. He skims his hand down and stops at the hem of my dress. I want him to go further, to lift my dress, to put his fingers on my thighs. He doesn’t. He continues his torture by dragging his hand up my side, trailing his thumb along the side of my breast, intoxicating me, unleashing myriads of emotion with every touch. I can call them sparks, electricity, currents, but nothing can describe the feeling. I have never experienced such need for a man. Right in this moment, I don’t want to listen to my brain, to think what the logical step is. I realize that he is almost a complete stranger, but it doesn’t feel this way. I don’t want to push this man away from me. I want the opposite. I want to be reckless for once, not to think about tomorrow. I want to listen to my body. I lift my arms and wrap them around his neck – any rational thought disappears. Pulling him to me, I brush my mouth slowly against his. Ryan Elizabeth has just taken the act of dance to a whole new level. This is probably the most erotic thing I’ve ever experienced. The best foreplay I’ve ever had. And I had my fair share of women, but never once the mere thought of bare skin sliding on mine made me so crazy. I know I need to give Elizabeth some time to decide what she really wants. Nevertheless, I can’t keep my hands from her. The way this woman responds to me touching her is so erotic. Her body is so sensual, alluring. It takes all of my willpower not to lift her dress and feel how wet she is for me. But we are in a bar full of people, and I want to be the only one who will see her naked. I am sure it will be an exquisite sight. When she wraps her arm around my neck and pulls me to her, I know she’s giving in to her desires. She is giving herself to me, and it’s taking my breath away. For the first time in my life I don’t want to rush. I won’t be rough and devour her mouth. Seeing how fragile and delicate she is, I know exactly what kind of kiss she deserves. Elizabeth brushes her lips slowly against mine – they are soft and tender, and as luscious as the rest of her. Taking the lead, I press my lips firmly against hers and then sweep my tongue across the seam of her lips, needing to taste her. Fuck, she is so damn sweet. When I close my teeth over her lower lip and suck it gently into my mouth, her eyes fly open, and she smiles against my lips. I smile back and her lips begin to part, inviting me in. I can’t hold back, so I close whatever small gap is between us, and Elizabeth’s body melts against mine. I savor the second of anticipation, knowing that momentarily our tongues will dance just like we are now.  

Emily Krat is the twenty-something writer of “Flawed and Damaged” who lives with her loving husband and her wild imagination. Always an avid reader who consumes whole books in a single day, she is ecstatic to now be on the other side of the page. For her writing stories and developing ideas for novels is a true passion and a dream come true. Emily is a chocolate junkie, Grey’s Anatomy fan, and admirer of good music. She loves summer rains, warm blankets on cold winter nights, as well as traveling, sleeping in late, watching TV shows, cooking, and baking. When she’s not writing or rewriting, she loves spending time with family and friends. Emily loves to hear from readers. To get write to her directly at emilykratauthor@gmail.com

 

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