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March 27, 2014

Countdown to Launch!!

Perfect Plans will be launched [Kindle and Kobo] Monday, March 31!

Visit goodreads to mark it “to read”!!

CLICK HERE!
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Published on March 27, 2014 11:21

March 26, 2014

Relenting... PERFECT PLANS Excerpt

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[Find the link for this, and other HOT excerpts, on the Synopsis page]
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Published on March 26, 2014 11:51

Backstage heat... PERFECT PLANS Excerpt

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Published on March 26, 2014 10:04

March 17, 2014

☆ COVER REVEAL! ☆

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Published on March 17, 2014 12:55

October 23, 2013

Oh, the things you can do in an Aston Martin DBS...

Anything can happen in fantasy, right? Of course it can! And sex in Alexander Tate’s Aston Martin DBS is no exception! Aby handles his stick with ease in his ostentatious vehicle... Sadly, you will have to wait for the book to read the delicious scene.

Until then, perhaps you may be tantalized by the idea of sex in a car for your own little fantasy - we found this great little article from askmen...‘How to Have Sex in a Car’ [click on the image to the right]. ENJOY :)
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Published on October 23, 2013 09:18

October 22, 2013

Tuesday TEASER!...

My hands have a mind of their own. I pull and tug on his shirt, grabbing fistfuls in my grip, which will surely leave him a wrinkled mess. At this point, I don’t even care. I feel possessed, running my hands over his muscular pecs and thick arms, relishing in the strength of his corded muscles. Overtaken with desire, I want to swallow this man whole. I’ve never felt such latent yearning in all my life. Not in my real life anyway.

Too quickly, we come to a stop on my floor. In a display of rushed animal desire, Alex pulls me out of the elevator into the hallway, never releasing his tight grip from my body. His lips drift down my cheek, along my jaw line and onto my neck, kissing and nibbling as he goes.

“Which room, Aby”, he whispers through his spectacular kisses.

There is no question in my mind that I’m going to have this man. No question that I’m going to willing tell him my room number so that I can strip him bare and make up for my having almost lost him.

“804”, I answer breathlessly.
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Published on October 22, 2013 11:39