A
New York Minute OR Turkish Delight
By
by
Ember
Leigh Ember Leigh
Stand
Alone Erotic Destinations series
240
pages 35 pages
Contemporary
Erotic Romance
Author
Bio: Ember
Leigh has been writing erotic romance novels since she was far too
young. A native of northern Ohio, she currently resides in South
America with her Argentinean partner, a detail she uses to justify
her Bachelor's degree in Latin American Literature. In addition to
romance novels, she also writes travel articles, maintains three
blogs, and continually attempts to complete a mildly-gripping short
story. In her free time, she practices Ashtanga yoga, travels the
world, and eats lots of vegetables.
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A
New York Minute
Blurb:
Paige
Alexander, successful host of A New York Minute, adores her job and
will do anything to save the show that’s her brainchild. But when
IBC, fronted by Josh Lambert, buys NYCBC, Paige’s show is
cancelled, and her choices are unemployment or a non-starring role on
a new show co-hosted by Jerk Lambert, a man who makes her hotter than
hell in every way.
Having scaled the golden rungs of the corporate ladder, Josh doesn’t do relationships or complicated. Promised a multimillion dollar payday if he turns Wakin’ Up—the show that replaced Paige’s—into a hit, Josh kisses uncomplicated goodbye when she shows up. The woman fascinates and terrifies in equal measure, and he’s suddenly questioning the value of gold versus the value of her.
Forced together in an Hawaiian paradise, the steam just keeps rising—on set, in the sauna, and in the narrowing distance between them.
Having scaled the golden rungs of the corporate ladder, Josh doesn’t do relationships or complicated. Promised a multimillion dollar payday if he turns Wakin’ Up—the show that replaced Paige’s—into a hit, Josh kisses uncomplicated goodbye when she shows up. The woman fascinates and terrifies in equal measure, and he’s suddenly questioning the value of gold versus the value of her.
Forced together in an Hawaiian paradise, the steam just keeps rising—on set, in the sauna, and in the narrowing distance between them.
A
NEW YORK MINUTE Buy Links:
Wild
Rose Press:
http://www.wildrosepublishing.com/wildcatalog_v151/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=182&products_id=1078%22
Excerpt:
A
New York Minute:
“I’ve
wanted this to happen since the day I met you,” he whispered in her
ear, sending shivers up and down her spine.
“So
have I,” she admitted, too quickly for her own taste.
He
laughed, deep and gravelly. His green eyes sparkled—the mask of his
professional façade had completely fallen away. She loved this real
Josh above her. He was so boyish yet mature, hard-bodied yet gentle.
“But
Paige, I thought you hated me.”
“What
makes you think I still don’t?” She placed tiny kisses up and
down the sides of his neck. Kissing him removed the veneer of his
professional side, allowed her to peer behind the curtain to the soft
core inside. A regular guy with power, a west coast boy with dreams.
Wiping away the Hollywood lacquer revealed something even more
attractive beneath.
“Well,
this certainly doesn’t look like you hate me,” he whispered,
fingertips trailing down the side of her face, over the dip in her
neck, making swirls in the area between her breasts.
Turkish Delight:
Blurb
In
the reality TV business, everyone is either a hottie or horny. When
Turkish soap opera star Kadir shows up in Miami as a contestant on
the dance show, Jenna is entranced. She’s made it a point to never
go there with any of the celebrities she mingles with on a daily
basis…but there’s something about Kadir that makes her
second-guess her bottom-line. With so many women clawing for his
attention, Jenna wants no part of the hullabaloo…but tasting this
Turkish Delight might be worth bending the rules just once.
TURKISH
DELIGHT:
Excerpt:
TURKISH
DELIGHT:
Kadir
stood, hands on his hips, in a skintight black suit with a startling
array of bright blue sequins. It was like a futuristic space suit
mated with the gaudiest of show tunes. He grimaced as her gaze fell
on his costume.
“I
can’t wear this on stage,” he said, sneaking a glance in the
mirror, a twinge of terror in his voice. “I’ve never worn
something so overtly gay.”
Jenna
bit her lip as she looked him up and down. He was right, the costume
was laughable. Though it might look spectacular under the lights and
grandeur of the stage, up close it was a hilarious mess. But it
wasn’t all bad. Kadir was sculpted, a fact that wouldn’t go away
no matter how much she tried to dodge the issue. And it seemed every
way she turned, his biceps or an errant brush of his hands was
waiting for her, tugging at her resolve.
It
didn’t help that his cock was perfectly showcased in this get-up,
caressed by the strange black satin in a way that made it impossible
to look away. She cleared her throat, working hard to keep her face
neutral and breathing even. He must be huge under there. Probably
bigger than her favorite vibrator, the one she’d been using over
the past few days as she entertained lurid fantasies about him.
“It’ll
look great for the cameras,” was all she said.
And every woman in America will be dying to put your dick in their
mouth.
“Great?
I’ll look like a fool. Nobody will take me seriously in America!”
“Oh,
come on. There have been stranger costumes on this show, I promise
you. Besides—” she did a slow perimeter walk around him—“it
makes you look really ripped.”
Without
a word, he kicked the door closed behind her. “Can you help me out
of it?” Dark eyes gleamed with mischief.
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