Friday, June 6, 2014

Bound to You: Volume 2 by Vanessa Booke Release Day Blitz

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What reviewers are saying... 

"I was addicted to the book and could not put it down, I read it till the early hours and was left with a book hangover and a hunger for more, cannot wait for book 3...Vanessa has done it again and left me wanting more." - Goodreads Reviewer 

"Well played Vanessa leaving us like crack addicts needing the next hit!!!"
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Synopsis: Arrogant, brooding, domineering, possessive, dangerously handsome, and a playboy. These are all of the characteristics on Rebecca Gellar’s Run-Like-Hell list for men, but she’s about to meet the man who’s the epitome of these and more… 

After breaking off her engagement with Hollywood actor Miles Storm, Rebecca is ready for a change of scenery in her life and in her bed. So when the opportunity to work for StoneHaven Publishing, one of New York City’s most respectable publishing empires presents itself, Rebecca doesn’t hesitate moving to the Big Apple. 

Convinced she can show the owner of StoneHaven Publishing that she has the "right stuff,” Rebecca agrees to a six month trial as the personal assistant to the owner’s playboy son, Nicholas StoneHaven. This is her big chance. If she can just get through these six months without strangling Nicholas with his Armani tie, she'll be okay – easier said than done. Nicholas is the last person Rebecca thought she’d find herself pining for, especially when he hits every category under her list. 

Get ready for a battle of the sexes… 

This book is intended for a mature audience 18+ 
***Volume 2 in a 3 part serial.***

About the author: Vanessa Booke is a lover of poetry, Rom-Coms, the combination of peanut butter and chocolate, and all things Jane Austen. She is an avid reader and graduate from Cal State University, San Bernardino where she received her Bachelor’s degree in English Literature. Vanessa lives in beautiful Southern California with her husband Ryan and their three dachshunds Zer0, Zoey, and Zelda. When she isn’t working on her novels, Vanessa spends most of her time window shopping and taking grand adventures with her partner in crime.
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The balcony is lit up with lights stringing down from the roof of the library. The light cascades down, washing me in warmth. Despite the snow stopping, the night air still nips at my cheeks with each passing breeze. It doesn’t seem longer than a few seconds before Nicholas joins me outside. He stands beside me staring out into the darkness. He pulls the bottle from earlier out of his pocket and takes another sip of the whiskey from the nearly empty container. I’m not sure what kind of tolerance he has, but this is getting crazy.       

“Nicholas, slow down,” I say, grabbing the bottle from him. “We can’t get home when you’re drunk off your ass.”

“You can drive,” he says, handing me the valet slip.

“I’ve never driven in New York.” Nicholas stares at me, like I haven’t spoken. “I would get us lost.” I stare openly at him as he looks down at the bottle in my hand.

“Nicholas, if everyone sees you leaving the party intoxicated, the paparazzi will have a field day.” His face is lost in thought. I’m not even sure if he understands the severity of the situation. “They’re like ravenous wolves down there waiting to devour the next unfortunate soul that walks out. They know you’re here.”

“It doesn’t matter,” Nicholas says, gripping the ledge of the balcony.

“What? Are you insane?”

“I’ll give them something to talk about,” he says, grabbing the bottle from my hands and tossing it over the edge.

“Nicholas!” I call, as he turns to leave. He doesn’t stop until I wedge myself between him and the door to the entrance of the banquet room. He stares down at me in confusion.

“Gellar, get out of my way.”

“No.” I press my body against his.

“What are you doing?” he asks, oblivious. Despite his questioning gaze I can feel his erection growing against me. I grind my hips into his and he groans.

“I’m stopping you from ruining both of our lives,” I whisper.

I’m not sure if it’s the heat of moment, or the idea of losing everything, or maybe just the strange liberating need to do it, but I pull Nicholas by the shirt and kiss him. The shock of the situation is evident in his frozen stature. I run my tongue across his lips and instantly he melts into the kiss, grabbing me in a haze of lust. He pushes my dress up and lifts me, turning to place me on the cold icy ledge. Nicholas’s lips muffle my scream. I grab his shirt using it to pull myself forward. My anxiety of heights is in full effect. “I promise I won’t let go,” he says, holding onto my waist. My ass is freezing.

“You’re drunk, Nick.”

He stops, looking up at me. “That’s the first time you’ve called me Nick.”

I shiver as his eyes search mine.

“I won’t take my hands off you,” he says, parting my legs open. My heart squeezes at the promise behind his words. He places his hand on my inner thigh sliding it up between the slits of my dress. Nicholas doesn’t stop. He doesn’t ask if it’s okay. He just takes. His hand slows for a moment, as he carefully pushes aside my panties. We shouldn’t be doing this.

 I push his hand away, but he entwines our fingers and moves them up to the entrance of my folds. I bite back a moan as he slips two fingers inside me and pulls them back out. He repeats this motion over and over, more vigorously each time. My skin suddenly feels way too warm and the outside is way too quiet – even for New York. I pant as he stretches me ever so slightly, giving him a deeper angle inside me. Each time I squirm, he squeezes my clit as if commanding me to hold still.

“Nicholas, stop,” I beg.

“Do you really want me to stop?” he asks, leaning in.

“Fuck,” I whisper.

“I love the little faces you make when you’re about to come.”

Nicholas’s words send me over the edge. I grip the wall behind me as a delicious orgasm washes over me. My pussy convulses as warm liquid seeps between my legs. Nicholas retracts his hand and unapologetically slips one in his mouth. He sucks my wetness off them like he’s finishing off dessert.

“That’s never happening again.” I say, trying to still my erratic breathing.

“You don’t have to lie to me.” What have I done? This was so stupid.

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