Wednesday, January 6, 2016

Big Rock by Lauren Blakely: Release Blitz w/ Review, Excerpt & Giveaway


About Big Rock:

It's not just the motion of the ocean, ladies. It's definitely the SIZE of the boat too.

And I've got both firing on all cylinders. In fact, I have ALL the right assets. Looks, brains, my own money, and a big cock.

You might think I'm an asshole. I sound like one, don’t I? I'm hot as sin, rich as heaven, smart as hell and hung like a horse.

Guess what? You haven't heard my story before. Sure, I might be a playboy, like the NY gossip rags call me. But I’m the playboy who’s actually a great guy. Which makes me one of a kind.

The only trouble is, my dad needs me to cool it for a bit. With conservative investors in town wanting to buy his flagship Fifth Avenue jewelry store, he needs me not only to zip it up, but to look the part of the committed guy. Fine. I can do this for Dad. After all, I’ve got him to thank for the family jewels. So I ask my best friend and business partner to be my fiancĂ©e for the next week. Charlotte’s up for it. She has her own reasons for saying yes to wearing this big rock.

And pretty soon all this playing pretend in public leads to no pretending whatsoever in the bedroom, because she just can’t fake the kind of toe-curling, window-shattering orgasmic cries she makes as I take her to new heights between the sheets.

But I can’t seem to fake that I might be feeling something real for her.

What the fuck have I gotten myself into with this…big rock?

BIG ROCK is a standalone, dirty romance novel written from the guy’s POV by NYT Bestselling author Lauren Blakely…





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Review by Yvette:

There’s nothing I love more than a book that makes me smile but if it also makes me swoon and feel the need to fan my cheeks, that’s an added bonus. A male-only-POV book about a guy revered for his sexual prowess? The premise of Big Rock seems fairly simple yet the result is so much more complex, thanks to Lauren Blakely’s ability to create an engaging narrative with characters you can’t help but love. The flirtatious repartee and the explosive chemistry between protagonists, Spencer and Charlotte, provide a perfect balance between humor and desire.

Big Rock is a character-driven romance and Spencer is undoubtedly the star of the story. I loved the author’s switch to male-only perspective, especially with Spencer as the narrator. Not only does it give the narrative a lighter, flirtier tone, but it allows the reader to delve deeper into every facet of Spencer's character. From page one, he portrays himself as a playboy, overly confident in his ability to pleasure a woman with his numerous…assets. It’s not just his self-assuredness that drew me to his character, though; it’s his liveliness, his spontaneity, and his easygoing nature that makes Big Rock such a fun read.

Such a charismatic hero demands an equally alluring heroine, and Charlotte is more than capable of going toe-to-toe with Spencer. She’s strong and independent and, most importantly, voluntarily goes along with Spencer’s well-meaning, yet harebrained schemes. Whether they’re exchanging playful banter over drinks or heating up the pages with their combustible passion, their transition from friends to lovers is (mostly) effortless. I loved that they could joke with each other one moment then the next engage in an intimate encounter so unbelievably steamy and lust-filled, it’s a wonder they ever bother to get out of bed.

With its friends-to-lovers romance and the always-entertaining fake engagement storyline, Big Rock is a steamy and sweet rom-com, perfect for a few hours of feel-good, laugh-out-loud enjoyment. Like all of Lauren Blakely’s books, I devoured this in one sitting, even slowing down near the end to prolong the experience. Big Rock is light on the angst and heavy on the romance and comedy, ensuring that I had a wide smile on my face from start to finish. Basically, it’s my idea of a perfect romance novel.

*complimentary copy provided by author in exchange for an honest review

Rating: 5 Stars

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. She loves hearing from readers! Her novels include Caught Up In Us, Pretending He's Mine, Playing With Her Heart, Trophy Husband, and Far Too Tempting. On November 21, she'll release the edgy new adult novel THE THRILL OF IT. She also writes for young adults under the name Daisy Whitney.

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Prologue:

My dick is fucking awesome.

But don’t just take my word for it. Consider all its accomplishments.

First, let’s start with the obvious one.

Size.

Sure, some people will tell you that size does not matter. You know what I’ll tell you? They lie.

You don’t want a tiny diamond on your finger when you can have three carats. You don’t want a one-dollar bill when you can have a Benjamin. And you don’t want to ride a miniature pony when you can saddle up on a rock-star cock at the rodeo of your pleasure.

Why? Because bigger is better. It’s more fun. Ask any woman who’s had to utter the dreaded words, “Is it in yet?”

No woman has ever had to ask me that.

You’re probably wondering by now—just how big is it? C’mon. A gentleman doesn’t tell. I may fuck like a god, but I’m still a gentleman. I’ll open your door before I open your legs. I’ll hold your coat for you, I’ll pay for dinner, and I’ll treat you like a queen in and out of bed.

But I get it. You want an image in your mind. A measurement in inches to make your mouth water. Fine. Imagine this. Picture your fantasy-sized cock; mine’s fucking bigger.

Moving on to looks. Let’s be honest. Some dicks are just motherfucking ugly. I won’t get into all the reasons why. You know what they are, and for now, when it comes to my best asset, all I want you thinking about are these words: long, thick, smooth, hard. If the Renaissance masters were carving sculptures of cocks, mine would be the model for all of them.

But honestly, none of this would matter if my dick didn’t possess the most important attribute of all.

Performance.

Ultimately, a man’s dick should be measured by the number of orgasms it delivers. I’m not talking about the solo flights. That’s cheating. I’m talking about the Os that can make a woman’s back arch, her toes curl, her windows shatter, her world rock.

How much pleasure has my dick wrought? I don’t kiss and tell, but I’ll leave you with this. My dick has a perfect track record. That’s why it fucking sucks that he has to go on hiatus.

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1 comment:

  1. I'm so excited about this one! It's already on my Kindle waiting for me! ;)

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