Thursday, March 17, 2016

Dirty Girl (The Velvet Rope #1) by Allie Cooke: Blog Tour Excerpt & Giveaway


Blurb:

Angus Boone is the devil.

He lured me in, but not with candy or treats. And like the devil, he saw what no one else did.

All of my sins...all of the stains on my soul.

And then he smiled.

I should have run...far far away.

Instead I made a deal that changed us both forever.

***This is part one of a three-part serial***

Warning: This is non-traditional romance,with adult content, sexual situations and a non-traditional ending.


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About the Author:

Indie author and die-hard Southern girl, Allie Cooke has been reading and writing romance since she was old enough to hold a crayon, so a future as a romance writer wasn’t very farfetched for her. From billionaires to blue collar, from CEO to sexy entrepreneur, whether they’re wearing jeans or suits, Allie’s always had a thing for hot, hunky Alphas who need to be saved from themselves…Usually with the help of the right woman.

When she’s not writing, editing, or reading. Allie can be found cooking up mayhem in the kitchen or catching up on the latest and greatest TV shows with her favorite man.

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Excerpt:

I must have been exuding some strange new pheromone, because ten minutes later I was standing in a men's room stall, fingers pressed to my lips as my current partner and I waited for the person at the sink to leave. Or, maybe, he waited. I suspected it was Boone and with that in mind, I quietly handed my new temporary friend a condom, turned on my high heels and bent over, smiling at the sound of his zipper, melting at the feel of his hand sliding my skirt up, at deft fingers nudging my panties aside as I braced my hands on the sides of the stall. Moaning as he slid home inside me and began a rhythmic pumping. His dick size was adequate. As adequate as him, but this wasn’t about him. He was a car, a tuba, a spatula. A frying pan. An instrument.

This was about me and Boone.

And it wasn't my erstwhile partner who had me moaning and panting, who had my insides clenching and hips thrusting. It was the thought of Boone listening, enjoying, maybe even getting off on the sound of me fucking John, or Joe or Jim or whatever his name was. I grunted deep at the back of my throat. Was he waiting a few stalls over, or was he still standing at the sink? Was he rubbing his hard cock through the faded denim of his jeans or was he holding it in his hand, stroking it? My nipples tightened and I bent a little lower, raising my hips a little higher as my partner announced he was going to come. I joined him, rough little cries pushing past clenched teeth, nails biting into the palms of my hands, eyes focused on cracked white tile, my mind just a few stalls away.

4 comments:

  1. Thanks for the giveaway chance:).. new books are always awesome:)

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  2. Thanks for the awesome chance at winning a arc that sounds hot!

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  3. Thanks for the awesome chance at winning a arc that sounds hot!

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