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RELEASE DAY BLITZ is May 20th but you may post any time between May 20th and May 24.
I am organizing a release day blitz for my new book – TRAGIC – a new adult contemporary romance. This book will be released on May 20th and if you interested in helping me spread the word, please fill out the form below.
Rook Walsh is TRAGIC
Because life so far – just sucks. Some girls get parents. Rook got the foster care system. Some girls get Prince Charming. Rook got an abusive frog. Some girls get lucky…
Rook got a second chance.
And she took it. Because when fate throws you a bone – you grab it with both hands and run.
Antoine Chaput knows the minute he spies Rook in his photography studio that she’s got The Look. The dark and desperate look he must have to land the exclusive TRAGIC media contract.
Rook is paired up with top model, Ronin, and he’s everything her abusive ex-boyfriend wasn’t. Patient, gentle, happy, attentive, and sexy! He knows exactly what to do to make Rook blush for Antoine’s portfolio.
Rook’s luck changes in an instant and suddenly she’s the darling of the modeling world. It’s a dream job to go with a dream guy and all she has to do is look pretty and follow directions. But there’s always a price to pay – and Rook is about to get the bill.
“For an artistic shoot? I haven’t seen you around before and you look pretty nervous.”
“I am,” I confess. “I’ve never done this before.”
He slips his hand up my shirt and all I hear is the rapid clicking of a camera shutter. I look around and the shoot has started.
“Don’t worry, it’ll be quick.” He tugs on my shirt, exposing my belly, then pulls it up and leans in to kiss me. I don’t know what I’m thinking but I let him. This is work, right? This is what they do? Kiss each other?
I have no idea, but his hands are all over me, his mouth is traveling down my neck fast, and I’m starting to shake.
“Easy,” he whispers. “He won’t shoot long. Just listen to me, OK?”
“Just let me do my thing, pretend you’re in love with me and my hands are a gift from God, and he’ll get his shots and we can go eat or something.”
Is he asking me out? I am so confused but I do what I’m told. It’s really not that hard, Billy is doing all the work, really. His hands do the groping, pulling the red shirt this way and that, exposing my skin, my belly here, parts of my breast there. It’s OK. This is work.
“OK, Rook,” Roger says, interrupting my thoughts. “Take his shirt off, slowly.”
“Any day now, Rook.”
I nod. OK. I lift up the bottom of his shirt—
“Now look at him while you do it.”
This gets very personal, very fast. Because Billy here has a hard-on, I can feel it as he presses his leg against my hip, and his eyes look like he’s about to throw me down on the bed and make me scream his name right here in front of the whole studio filled with people.
“Keep working, Rook.”
I tug the shirt up again and Billy lets out a moan. “Shit, Rook,” he says. “You’re sexy. I don’t even have to try.”
I do try… and ignore him, that is. But it’s pretty hard when Roger is constantly telling me to look Billy in the eyes. Finally, finally I get the shirt over his head and then he starts on mine.
“Am I supposed to take my shirt off?”
“Just go with it, Rook, or we’ll be here all fucking night.”
He leans in to kiss me and the shutter goes wild again. “Slower this time, Billy. I need lips for stock art.”
He slows down and takes his time coming at me.
“Rook, either respond or we’ll have to do it again.”
I do my best, but I’m not that great of a kisser and Billy here is doing enough for both of us. His hands slip around my waist, pulling me close. “Touch me, Rook, let the man get his photos.”
I allow my hands to travel up his torso and feel a shiver burst from his skin. My body responds the same way as his hand slips under my shirt and then he spins me around, lifting the loose fabric up as his hand explores my breast. He’s kissing my neck and tugging on the jeans. They are so loose, they almost fall down my hips. This makes Roger call out a “Nice, Billy! Do that some more,” to which Billy responds by slipping his hand right between my legs.
I let out a giant gasp and Billy is about to swipe my shirt clean off when Ronin is up in his face screaming. “What the fuck are you doing?”
There will be a group Rafflecopter for a custom cherry necklace, signed print copy, and a $20 Amazon card for the blitz.