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review 2018-11-29 13:29
Sex, Lust & Lingerie by Nelle L'Amour

 

 
 
Title: Sex, Lust & Lingerie
Series: Secrets and Lies #2
Author: Nelle L’Amour
Genre: Steamy Romantic Suspense
Release Date: November 29, 2018
 
 
Blurb

The steamy, explosive CONCLUSION to Sex, Lies & Lingerie and Book 2 in USA Today Bestselling Author Nelle L’Amour’s Secrets and Lies series.
 
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 I must destroy.
 
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, horrific secret is about to cost me everything I’ve worked for. And the man I love.
 
My world is about to be shattered. And so is my heart.
 
NOTE:  NO cliffhanger.

 
 
 
 
 
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The thought of Jaime moving to Los Angeles both unnerved and thrilled me. “Won’t you be lonely living all the way out here in a big house all by yourself?”
He remained silent for a long time, staring out to the Pacific. Then, without warning, he spun me around so that we were face-to-face, just a breath apart. He lifted his sunglasses on top of his head, and his eyes, the color of the late afternoon sea, gazed deep into mine. My heart hammered as he tipped up my chin.
“I don’t plan on living here alone. I’m tired of living in a hotel where people come and go. I’m looking for someone special to share my life with…and I may have found her.”
My heart pounded. My voice abandoned me. Words were trapped in my throat.
“Gloria, I’ve never had a relationship before. I’ve fucked a lot of women, but none of them has meant a thing to me. They’re just mindless, faceless fucks. You’re different, angel. I can never get your face out of my head. When I’m away from you, all I want is to be with you. And when I’m with you, I can’t get enough of you. I want to breathe the air you breathe and kiss the ground you walk on. I want to go to sleep with you in my arms and wake up to you on my chest. And I want to fuck you every way I know how. Make you fall apart and then put you back together. Over and over. There will never be enough ways to show you how I feel about you. Or words to tell you.”
He paused and inhaled deeply. My blood was ringing in my ears as he exhaled and softly said, “Gloria, you make me fall apart too.”
This was all too much for me. My emotions were in turmoil, and my mind was in meltdown. I gripped his shoulders before my knees gave out. Tears were forming in my eyes… and at last words. “Jaime, are you saying you want a real relationship with me?” You love me?
He nervously played with my braid. “Yeah, angel, that’s what I’m trying to say. I guess it’s not my best pitch. I don’t do relationships well.”
I quirked a little smile. “Neither do I.”
He looked straight into my eyes. “Do you want to give it a try?”
My fingers toyed with his toi et moi ring. “An official you and me?”
“Yeah…Well?”
My mind was spinning and my heart was thudding. Jesus Christ. Was I ready for a relationship with this beautiful, romantic, sexy god? Could I handle it? The timing couldn’t be worse with the stock crisis and my job at stake. It might work. It might not. And there was still the long distance factor to deal with. Skyping sex did not make for a relationship. Was I just setting myself up to get hurt? He had a fucked a lot of women. And I was just one of them. I mean, he hadn’t said he loved me. And hell, I’d only known him for a little over a week though it felt like a lifetime.
Jaime’s sultry voice brought my mental ramblings to a halt. He tugged on my braid. “Come on, angel. The suspense is fucking killing me.”
If only I could consult Madame Paulette. I pondered—what would she say? Her husky voice sounded in my head. “Ma chérie, no risque no gain…It eez better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.” Her last words to me whirled around my head. Come on, who was I fooling? I was madly in love with this man. I wanted him more than he wanted me. I had to take a chance, regardless of the consequences.
“Yes,” I finally breathed. “But there’s got to be rules. Like—”
Cupping my face, he cut me off. “Gloria, there’s only one rule. Don’t ever leave me. The rest are meant to be broken.” On the loud crash of a wave, his lips crashed onto mine. Every part of me melted into him as he wrapped me in his arms and claimed my mouth with his. Oh, the power of a kiss! The power of this man! Nothing else existed. Our tongues twirled and swirled, dancing in unison to the music of the sea. His hard body pressed into mine, arousing every erotic fiber of my being.



 
 
 
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Nelle L’Amour is a NEW YORK TIMES and USA TODAY Bestselling Author who lives in Los Angeles with her Prince Charming-ish husband, twin college-aged princesses, and a bevy of royal pain-in-the-butt pets. A former executive in the entertainment industry with a prestigious Humanitus Award to her credit, she gave up playing with Barbies a long time ago but still enjoys playing with toys with her husband. While she writes in her PJs, she loves to get dressed up and pretend she’s Hollywood royalty. She writes juicy stories with characters that will make you both laugh and cry and stay in your heart forever


 
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My Review
4 Stars
Sex, Lust & Lingerie by Nelle L'Amour is book Two in the Secrets series.  This continues the story of Jaime Zander and Gloria Long so you really should read the previous book 'Sex, Lies & Lingerie'.  This book does give us a happy ending but there is another book/novella that will continue their story. That book is called 'Sex, Love & Lingerie'.
Jamie has his secrets which are threatening to come to the surface.  Gloria has her life going through some hard times.  They both are working through what they are feeling and trying to come through their issues.  Really have enjoyed their story with the steamy scene and their little bickering. 


 

 

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review 2018-11-15 13:24
Sex, Lies & Lingerie by Nelle L' Amour


 
 
Title: Sex, Lies & Lingerie
Series: Secrets and Lies #1
Author: Nelle L’Amour
Genre: Steamy Romantic Suspense
Release Date: November 15, 2018
 
 
Blurb

A steamy and suspenseful series from New York Times bestselling author Nelle L’Amour with each book releasing two weeks apart.
 
Jaime:
The minute I met her I wanted to make her mine—in both the boardroom and bedroom.
 
Gloria Long, the platinum blond goddess and CEO of the world’s largest lingerie empire.
 
It’s my job to unleash the power inside her. Help Gloria discover her sexuality and bring her to new heights of carnal desire.
 
To free her life of the secrets that hold her back.
 
Except I’m caught in a web of lies and deceit that threatens to destroy us both.
 
Gloria:
He’s one of the most talented advertising gurus in the world. But I had no clue how devastating he’d be. Nor how he’d melt me from the inside out.
 
I wasn’t used to a man who possessed my same confidence, intelligence, and drive.
 
To someone else taking control.
 
My past inhibits me. An insidious secret that follows me like a shadow.
 
But Jaime Zander has me begging on my knees.

 
 
 
 
 
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I continued to eat my dinner under Jaime’s intense, watchful gaze. As delicious as the meal was, I was losing my appetite with each bite. In fact, my gut was cramping, and a tingling between my legs was distracting me. Why did he affect me this way?
“Mr. Zander, aren’t you going to eat?” I asked.
A saucy smile curled on his lips. “I’m getting rather hungry and think my meal might be nicely heated up now.” Slowly, he lifted the silver dome covering his entrée.
My eyes practically popped out of their sockets. Artfully displayed on the platter were Rihanna’s diamond-studded brassiere and thong.
“Gloria, are you done with your dinner?”
Speechless, I just nodded. I couldn’t eat a bite more even if I tried.
“Good. Then stand up.”
As if under a hypnotic spell, I did as he asked.
He rose to his feet and came around the dining cart. In one swift, smooth move, he swept down the back zipper of my dress, swooped it over my head, and tossed it to the floor.
Quivering, I stood semi-naked in front of him, clad only in my lacy gray lingerie and silk stockings. And my heels.
His lustful eyes roved up and down my body. I suddenly became very conscious of the scar above my heart that peeked out from my bra, but to my relief, he ignored it.
“I like the way you match your undergarments to what you’re wearing.”
Madame Paulette had ingrained that in me. In a state of semi-shock, I mumbled a throwaway thanks.
He continued to study me. “You have such a sexy body. Custom-made for your lingerie line. But it’s such a shame you don’t enjoy what you sell. Let me show you how.”
My body, indeed curvaceous, was a trembling mess. Words stayed trapped in my throat while I tried to steady myself on my feet.
“Relax, Gloria. Trust me.” He shoved the dining cart out of the way. There was nothing standing between the two of us except a blazing storm of electricity.
He squatted halfway to the floor and clutched my thighs with his warm, manly hands. With his teeth, he snapped open each garter. I stood motionless as he slid my silk stockings down my long legs. His hands brushed against my skin, sending goosebumps all over me. I anchored my palms on his broad shoulders as he removed my shoes and stockings. The garter and my skimpy lace bikinis were the next to hit the floor. He slipped the shoes back on my feet and then stood up and removed my bra. My scar in full view, my body didn’t move a muscle. A contemplative smile spread across his face as he gazed at me.
“Ah, Gloria, you are so, so, beautiful.” He reached for the diamond-studded undergarments and handed them to me. Please put these on.”
What?
“Don’ t worry. I had them thoroughly cleaned. They’re like brand new.”
It wasn’t Rihanna’s crotch I was worried about. It was mine. I was on fire.
“Put the thong on first. I want to stare at those exquisite tits for as long as I can.”
My nerves on edge, I bent over and slipped each high-heeled foot into the leg openings of the thong and then pulled it up until the patch of diamonds covered my patch of gold. The diamonds formed a heart—the iconic signature of Gloria’s Secret. All our merchandise bore the insignia heart somewhere. There was even a heart instead of a dot over the “i” in the Gloria’s Secret logo.
He examined me. His eyes seared my flesh.
I felt light-headed. The heat of his gaze mixed with the warmth of the buttery leather. He was making me melt. Hot juices gathered between my thighs.
He smiled. “Perfection. Now, the bra.”
With jittery fingers, I put the back-closing bra on backward and fumbled with the clasp. After hooking it, I twisted the bra around, slipped my arms into the straps, and plumped my milky-white globes into the push-up cups. Hearts of diamonds surrounded my erect nipples.
Jaime gazed at me reverently. “You look more beautiful in these works of art than I ever imagined.”
My brows rose to my forehead. “You bought them for me?” I asked, finding my voice.
He let out a light, sexy laugh. “No, I bought them for me to look at on you.”
Semantics. A chill ran down my spine in anticipation of what was next.



 

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Nelle L’Amour is a NEW YORK TIMES and USA TODAY Bestselling Author who lives in Los Angeles with her Prince Charming-ish husband, twin college-aged princesses, and a bevy of royal pain-in-the-butt pets. A former executive in the entertainment industry with a prestigious Humanitus Award to her credit, she gave up playing with Barbies a long time ago but still enjoys playing with toys with her husband. While she writes in her PJs, she loves to get dressed up and pretend she’s Hollywood royalty. She writes juicy stories with characters that will make you both laugh and cry and stay in your heart forever


 
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My Review
5 Stars
Sex, Lies & Lingerie by Nelle L'Amour is book One in the Secrets Trilogy. This book starts the story of Jaime Zander and Gloria Long and will continue through two additional books.
Gloria is the President of a really famous lingerie company and is looking for new adverting agency. Thinking that Jamie is a women who would understand her new line of inmates she is surprised to see the man named Jamie.
Jamie is a rich powerful man that owns a advertising agency. Jamie knows what he wants and Gloria falls into the want category and she quickly might be moving into the need category.
Besides the burning attraction between the two there is some other drama story line that will add to your reading interest.
Great start to this series...can't wait for the next installment in their story.

 

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text 2017-11-08 13:00
Endless Love by Nelle L'Amour.
 

 
 
Title: Endless Love
Series: Love Duet #2
Author: Nelle L’Amour
Genre: Steamy Contemporary Romance
Release Date: November 8, 2017
 
 
 
Blurb

The long-awaited sequel to New York Times bestselling author, Nelle L’Amour’s critically acclaimed masterpiece, Undying Love, which is now FREE! at all retailers!
 
“With love, there are no goodbyes.”
 
The heart-wrenching words of Ryan Madewell’s beloved late wife. It’s been almost five years since Allee died, but Ryan, now a successful writer, hasn’t been able to move on. Passing in and out of the stages of grief, he’s been unable to find a woman who can mend his broken heart. Someone new to love and cherish.
 
Until he meets Willow Rosenthal, a fiery, spirited former ballerina, who awakens in him feelings of lust and passion he thought he’d never experience again. Allee, in her dying letter, urged Ryan to move on…to live his life and find another woman to make him feel alive again. And finally he has.
 
Just when Ryan thinks he can let go and love again, Willow’s demons from the past resurface and threaten to end their relationship. Ryan must fight for what he deserves. Will his heart once again be shredded to pieces or will he finally get his happily ever after?
 
NOTE: While Endless Love can be read as a standalone, it is recommended you read Undying Love first, which is FREE! at all retailers.
 
 
 
 
 
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I studied the massive weeping willow, the tree for which she was named, taking in the depth and breath of it. From a huge jutting branch hung a swing. The old-fashioned homemade kind composed of two strands of thick rope and a plank of wood. Willow caught my eyes on it.
“Yeah. It’s been here forever. It dates back to the forties. My grandpa installed it. I spent a lot of my childhood on it. Want to go for a ride?”
A few moments later, we were on the swing. Our entwined fingers gripping the ropes. Willow straddled on my lap facing me. Anchored on my cock. Pumping rhythmically with her long, supple legs. As forcefully as mine. Her face, her breath, her smile in mine. Her flaming red hair blowing in the warm wind with each pump. And with each pump, my cock growing harder. Her body arching back. Her eyes looking up to the sky. My head tilting to follow her gaze. The tree’s leafy green boughs shrouding us like curtains. My cock thickening with each pump. Each pump more powerful. To make us go higher. Higher and higher. Shooting into the sky.
I was getting a high in more ways than one. So turned on, I wanted to stop the swing, zip down my fly, and make love to her. Hold her in my arms. Let her ride me. Give the birds and bees a show.
“Look at me,” I shouted out to her on the next exhilarating pump. As my long legs straightened taking us sky-high, her radiant face met mine, her green eyes holding me fiercely, an inviting, wicked smile on her face. She was beautiful. A temptation. As the wind captured her hair, I leaned in to her and captured her lips. It wasn’t premeditated; just pure savage need. Something I couldn’t help.
Without slowing down the momentum of the swing, our lips stayed locked. I nibbled and gnawed on them, then consumed her mouth. My tongue darted inside and tangled with hers. Just like the dancer she was, her tongue whirled gracefully and purposefully with mine. Blood rushed to my cock. She tasted delicious. So sweet. So good. As I deepened the kiss, her moans mingled with the sounds of nature. The chirps. The breeze. The rustling leaves. Without losing contact with her mouth, I stopped pumping my legs and the swing slowed down. As it came to a near halt, I touched down my feet to the ground and jumped off with Willow’s legs wrapped around my hips and her hands cupping my face, still devouring my mouth. We couldn’t get enough of each other.
Briefly, she broke away, her breathing frantic. “Fuck me, Ryan. Please fuck me.”
Jesus. As much as I wanted her, she wanted me more. She was begging me. My desperate cock was throbbing. It was time to give her what she wanted. What I wanted too.
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text 2017-08-17 13:00
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.

 
 
 
 

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text 2017-08-04 13:00
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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