Showing posts with label Lauren Blakely. Show all posts
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Wednesday, September 14, 2016

Well Hung by Lauren Blakely Release Day Blitz

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✮✮✮WELL HUNG is now available! ✮✮✮

A hot and hilarious standalone romantic comedy, WELL HUNG is about an easy going, and well hung gentleman who’s been burned by love in the past but finds himself falling fast and hard for the one person he cannot have. It takes everything you love about a Lauren Blakely novel –witty dialogue, smoking hot sex scenes, and heartfelt moments –and puts them into one fantastic book! Told in the guy's POV, WELL HUNG is the sexy, irreverent tale of what happens when a carpenter who's good with all his tools accidentally marries his gorgeous and fiery assistant one night in Vegas. The trouble is...what happens in Vegas doesn't always stay in Vegas in this twist on an office romance.


"Well Hung should come with the label 'Satisfaction Guaranteed' because there isn't one single sentence I didn't absolutely love of this story! This book has laugh-out-loud humor as well as a romance that's both heartwarmingly sweet and deliciously dirty."

-Yvette at Nose Stuck in a Book

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"Deliciously naughty and side-splittingly hilarious!"

-Kelly at Beneath the Covers

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ABOUT WELL HUNG:

✮✮✮ WELL HUNG is here!✮✮✮

From the NYT Bestselling author of MISTER O, comes a hot and hilarious new standalone...

Here's what you need to know about me -- I'm well-off, well-hung and quick with a joke. Women like a guy who makes them laugh--and I don't mean at the size of his d*ck. No, they want their funny with a side of huge... not to mention loyal. I've got all that plus a big bank account, thanks to my booming construction business. Yup. I know how to use all my tools.

Enter Natalie. Hot, sexy, smart, and my new assistant. Which makes her totally off limits...

Hey, I'm a good guy. Really. I do my best to stay far away from the kind of temptation she brings to work. Until one night in Vegas...

Yeah, you've heard this one before. Bad news on the business front, drowning our sorrows in a few too many Harvey Wallbangers, and then I'm banging her. In my hotel room. In her hotel room. Behind the Titanic slot machine at the Flamingo (don't ask). And before I can make her say "Oh God right there YES!" one more time, we're both saying yes--the big yes--at a roadside chapel in front of a guy in press-on sideburns and a shiny gold leisure suit.

But it turns out what happened in Vegas didn't stay in Vegas. And now, my dick doesn't stay in my pants when she's around. I try to resist. Honest. But the more we try to keep our hands to ourselves, the more we end up naked again, and the more time I want to spend with her fully clothed, too. The question now is...do I take this woman to be my ex-wife?

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"Romantic, hilarious, & ridiculously HOT!”

-Musings of the Modern Belle

"You heard it first from us: Lauren Blakely wrote the HOTTEST rollercoaster scene ever!"

-The Rock Stars of Romance

   
Excerpt:

Let’s back up.
            How did we get from not kissing to kissing? What was that turning point? Did she lean into me? Did I move closer to her? Details matter. I’ll gladly share them.
            Start with six months of sexual tension. Add in two mojitos for her, two beers for me, and a couple vodka tonics. Stir that with some bad news on the business front, and top it with the cherry of Natalie’s hit-me-over-the-head-with-a-stick comment that left no question as to what she wanted…and here I am.
            We don’t lean into each other. There’s no inch-by-slow-sensual-inch pull. It’s not a slow burn.
            It’s a fiery crash. We’re two cars speeding on the highway of this night, and we slam into each other, crawl across the hoods, and kiss like crazy.
            Nothing is tentative about this. We go from not kissing to kissing in less than sixty nanoseconds. Yeah, I don’t really know what a nanosecond is, either. But it happens in no time.
            And now my hand is in her hair, yanking her close as we crush our lips together. We kiss hard and rough, fueled by pent-up desire and more than enough vodka and rum to make this inevitable.
            Her teeth scrape me, and I growl, loving her roughness. I suck hard on her bottom lip, and I’m rewarded by nearly the same sound from her. She’s like a tiger, and together we’re animals.
            I grip her head tighter, and her hands are all over me—in my hair, then down my chest, then along my arms. We kiss so deeply, it’s like we’re trying to climb each other.
            At some point, she breaks off, breathes out hard, then whispers in my ear, “I’ve wanted to do that for so long.”
            “Not as long as I have. Now get those lips back on mine,” I tell her, and she complies.
            My hands cup her cheeks, but I’m not gentle, and she doesn’t want me that way. She’s not a gentle girl. She’s badass and tough, and she wants what I want. I hold her face tightly in my hands, and she practically crawls into my lap in a rush to get closer, then closer still as she presses her tits against my chest.
            I’m seated on a stool at the bar, and we are putting on some kind of show. But I don’t care.
            My tongue searches and hunts, wanting to taste every corner of her mouth, savoring the vodka and the tonic and, most of all, the Natalie. She whimpers and moans, and I swallow every sexy sound she makes.
            This stool is ours. This bar is ours. The night belongs to this kiss, because it’s not a starter kiss. It contains all the clues necessary to assemble the puzzle of where this night will end.
            With unwavering certainty, I know what kind of kiss this is.
            As I explore her mouth, and she claims mine with equal urgency, I know that I will be fucking Natalie tonight. 


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And don’t miss Lauren Blakely’s other standalone Romantic Comedies!

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About Lauren Blakely: Since self-publishing her debut romance novel CAUGHT UP IN US three years ago, Lauren Blakely has sold more than 1 million books. She is known for her sexy contemporary romance style that's full of heat, heart and humor. A devout fan of cake and canines, Lauren has plotted entire novels while walking her four-legged friends. She lives in California with her family. With ten New York Times bestsellers, her titles have appeared on the New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal Bestseller Lists more than fifty times. Her bestselling series include Sinful Nights, Seductive Nights, No Regrets, Caught Up in Love, and Fighting Fire as well as standalone romantic comedies like BIG ROCK and MISTER O, which were both instant New York Times Bestsellers. In the fall she'll release WELL HUNG, another romantic comedy. To receive an email when Lauren releases a new book, sign up for her newsletter, laurenblakely.com/newsletter!  

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Monday, October 13, 2014

Stars in Their Eyes by Lauren Blakely Blog Tour


Good morning world!  Today we have an excerpt of Lauren Blakely's New Adult Stars in Their Eyes!  I'm currently reading this one and I didn't even want to put it down to draft this post!  Check out the info below and enter to win a SIGNED paperback copy of the book AND a $25 Sephora gift card!!  




ABOUT STARS IN THEIR EYES:

WARNING: The hero in this book is not an asshole. He is hot, charming, smart, funny, ripped, gorgeous, respectful and completely panty-melting. Please proceed.

A sexy and swoony new adult romance...

Celebrity photographer and college senior Jess Leighton desperately needs to crash the wedding of the year. Snapping just one pic of the A-list Hollywood couple tying the knot will pay her way through grad school. But with security tighter than the bride-to-be's corset, she'll need more than her camera and smarts, she'll need help from her biggest rival--hot, British, motorcycle-riding William Harrigan, whose sexy accent can melt the panties off any woman. He's the last person Jess should trust, but he's her only ticket in.

William Harrigan wants one thing - to stay in L.A. past college graduation. With a student visa set to expire, the clock is ticking. When he lands a gig that pairs him with the beautiful blond spitfire Jess, he's scored his best shot at living out the American dream. Winning her trust would be a whole lot easier, however, if he didn't have ulterior motives...

But there's no faking the intense attraction between them. Try as they might to resist each other, soon sparks are flying, as they devise a plan to sneak into the ceremony. But when Jess' new celebrity client raises the stakes, she starts to smell blackmail, and soon she and Will are chasing down cheating directors, staking out clandestine trysts, and making fake IDs, all while sneaking scene-stealing kisses and hot nights together.

The audience loves a happy ending, but in a town where everyone's acting and no one's playing by the rules, can Jess and William find their own ever after in time?

**Stars in Their Eyes is the start of the sexy, swoony and scandalous new adult series Wrapped Up in Love, which is a spin-off of the NYT and USA Today Bestselling Caught Up in Love series. You don't need to have read Caught Up in Love to follow this new series, but you'll likely enjoy those books!**

About Lauren Blakely:

Lauren Blakely writes sexy contemporary romance novels with heat, heart, and humor, and her books have appeared on the New York Times, USA Today, Amazon, Barnes and Noble, and iBooks bestseller lists. Like the heroine in FAR TOO TEMPTING, she thinks life should be filled with family, laughter, and the kind of love that love songs promise. Lauren lives in California with her husband, children, and dogs. Her novels include Caught Up In UsPretending He’s MinePlaying With Her Heart, and Trophy Husband. She also writes for young adults under the name Daisy Whitney.




Check out the excerpt:


“You can get a fake ID then?” I asked, and I liked that Jess and I were a team now. We both needed each other. We’d come to a truce, and we each could help the other.

“I can get a fake ID, but my fake name is Fred. Is that going to be a problem?” she asked in mock seriousness.

“Maybe a little. Any chance you could be a Fredericka?” I suggested.

“I can totally pass for a Fredericka,” she said in some sort of random indistinct accent.

I laughed. “What the hell kind of attempt at an accent was that?”

She shrugged sheepishly. “Italian?”

I placed a hand on her shoulder, gripping her lightly and shaking my head. “No, that was not an Italian accent whatsoever,” I said to her in Italian, and she furrowed her brow. “But you are so fucking hot even when you try to put on a ridiculous accent that I still want to fuck you. Especially since you look even sexier with that red wig on.”

She tilted her head curiously, her fake hair moving perfectly in synch with her face. “You speak Italian too?”

I nodded. “I do.”

“What did you just say?”

“That I’m glad you’re not mad at me anymore.”

“Who said I’m not mad at you?” she asked, shooting me a narrow stare.

“You’re here with me and we’re plotting to rappel Espionage Style into a wedding this weekend,” I said, naming the famous spy movie franchise. “I’m giving you something you need and you’re giving me something I need.”

She sliced a hand through the air. “And that’s all.”

I grabbed her hand, and kissed her palm. Cheesy, I know. I wasn’t above a cheesy move. “I’m sorry,” 
I said, again in Italian.



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