Showing posts with label Saint. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Saint. Show all posts

Saturday, 26 April 2014

Pulled Beneath - Marni Mann

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Synopsis:

What happens when you uncover years of secrets and find out everything you thought to be true was a lie?

Drew Stevens finds her world turned upside down when her parents are brutally murdered. Soon after, she learns she inherited a property in Bar Harbor, Maine from recently deceased grandparents that she believed had died when she was a baby.



Drew travels north to settle her grandparents’ estate, but finds more questions than answers as the truth starts unravelling. What she didn’t expect to find was Saint, whose reputation was as tumultuous as his past. But the very thing that brought them together was the same thing that kept them emotionally caged.

With Saint’s scars so deep and Drew’s so fresh, can the pair heal from their painful wounds or will they be pulled beneath the darkness of their pasts?

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Titillating Sexy Except from Pulled Beneath 


Saint’s hand moved to my cheek. He was holding it tighter than he probably should have been, but I needed that. I needed a bit of physical pain to mix with the emotional ache. It made me feel balanced.

“I…don’t know what to say, Drew.”

Nobody ever did.

My fingers touched his face, and the pad of my thumb grazed his lips. I melted from the sensation, from the texture of his flesh, the wetness of his mouth, the heat, I wanted all of them…all of them on me. “There’s nothing you can say.”

“No, I guess not.”

I was compelled by more than just the way he had listened or the brokenness I saw in his eyes. It was the feelings that had continued to stir within me since the first time we’d met, the ones that had nothing to do with our mutual pain. But it hadn’t meant as much to me then as it did now. Still, I couldn’t act on it. I couldn’t want anything from him.

Could I?

I slowly closed the gap between us, using my legs to draw him against me, letting our faces drift nearer. My arms began to fold around his neck. And just as my lips were about to touch his, he lifted me into the air above him.

“Tell me, Drew.” His chest was rising as fast as mine. “Tell me this is really what you want. If not, I’ll put you back on land and we can forget this ever happened.”

I hung weightless, his hands supporting all of me as I thought about his question. Was I even in the right state of mind to give him an answer? I felt free in his grip…and hungry.

There was nothing I wanted more than his lips all over me.

“It’s what I want,” I whispered. “Don’t let me go.”

He gently slid me down his body, bringing me deeper into the water as his hands traveled to the small of my back. My legs found his waist again, circling around him, pulling him into me. His mouth parted when I neared. Just before my lips touched his, he bent his head and kissed my neck, the spot where my throat met my chest. His hair tickled my nose, filling me with the smell of the ocean and his skin. My nipples hardened, poking into him, begging for his fingertips. It wasn’t only my desire I could feel…his was there, too, pressing into me.

“I can’t wait to kiss you,” he said.

“Then why don’t you?”

His mouth suddenly left my neck and traveled to my chin, slowly rising up my cheek and to my ear. He moved his lips across my forehead and down the other side, stopping when he reached my earlobe. He stayed there, breathing into my face, the intensity between us growing.

The anticipation teased my nerves and everything inside me began to shake.

“Saint…” I whispered.

He leaned away from me and used the back of my head to bring me to him, steering me straight toward his mouth. “I’ve waited so long to do this, you needed to know what that waiting felt like.”

My eyes closed. “Don’t make me wait any longer.”

Before I even had the last word out of my mouth, his teeth and tongue had found me. Every time he pulled away to reposition his lips, he ever so gently nipped at mine, then his tongue would explore again. He was in complete control and I was melting beneath him.

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About Marni Mann:
A New Englander at heart, Marni Mann, now a Floridian is inspired by the sandy beaches and hot pink sunsets of Sarasota. She taps a mainstream appeal and shakes worldwide taboos, taking her readers on a dark and breathtaking journey. When she’s not nose deep in her laptop, she’s scouring for chocolate, travelling, reading, or walking her four-legged children.
                                                                                                    


                                             


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Wednesday, 12 February 2014

Misbehaving - Tiffany Reisz



Over here in the UK, it's currently so wet and windy we're on a weather warning of floods. So what we could do with, is something that can warm us up. What better than the newest novella from the tremendously talented Tiffany Reisz.

Wanted: Adventurous, open-minded man willing to try anything…

As a popular sex blogger, Beatriz gets paid to have orgasms. So being on deadline the week of her sister’s wedding isn’t as rough as it sounds. There’s just one hitch: Bea’s assignment is to write a review of a sex position manual, but she doesn’t have a plus one to play with.

The good news: Ben, the one who got away back in college, is also attending stag--and he's as temptingly gorgeous as ever.

The bad news: Ben turned down Bea’s offer of graduation night sex five years ago.

The best news: He’s not planning on making the same mistake twice. 

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A red-hot retelling of Much Ado About Nothing for people who love Shakespeare but thought his plays could use a few more sex scenes.  Goodreads/misbehaving




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Who could say no to a talented, sexy, Latina blogger. That wants to test her way through a book called The Manual, and had chosen you, to be her no strings sex friend? To be honest. Ben couldn't say no to a clothed Beatriz either, so, wish granted. 

What I loved about this book most,was that it wasn't all about Beatriz and Ben, there was focus on Carolyn and Henry's liaisons, and the funny little Bellhop. His lines had me laughing. TBH, he stole the show on occasions, I hope he returns in other books. He always comes good in the end. 

OK, if I have to find a sore point,  it did feel a tad rushed :( and I do hope there are more books with Beatriz in, I'm already missing her. Like I miss my Book Boyfriend's she buried herself into my heart.
So thank you Miss Reisz. Beatriz got through Princess Pains shield !

I've always been an avid fan of Tiffany's, quite vocally made it clear too. This blog tour means a lot to me because of this very reason. I hope I've done it justice. I know I've thoroughly enjoyed my time entwined with it, and hope it's the first of many Blog Tours! Yes, my first EVER blog tour, was also for my favourite author. Memorable for me for many reasons.  
So, on that note, a little about her....

Tiffany Reisz lives in Lexington, Kentucky with her boyfriend (a reformed book reviewer) and two cats (one good, one evil). She graduated with a B.A. in English from Centre College in Danville, Kentucky and is making both her parents and her professors proud by writing BDSM erotica under her real name. She has five piercings, one tattoo, and has been arrested twice.

When not under arrest, Tiffany enjoys Latin Dance, Latin Men, and Latin Verbs. She dropped out of a conservative southern seminary in order to pursue her dream of becoming a smut peddler. Johnny Depp’s aunt was her fourth grade teacher. Her first full-length novel THE SIREN was inspired by a desire to tie up actor Jason Isaacs (on paper). She hopes someday life will imitate art (in bed).

If she couldn’t write, she would die.