Daily Archives: February 23, 2016

Bare Your Soul by Rochelle Paige

 

Release Week Blitz
Title: Bare Your Soul
Author: Rochelle Paige
Genre: Contemporary Erotic Romance
Release Date: February 22, 2016
BLURB
Angelica Rose’s mom always told her that desperate times
called for desperate measures. Walking into a strip club and asking for an
audition certainly qualifies as desperate, but when her mom’s battle with
cancer ends months before Angelica is due to start college, she doesn’t feel
like she has much choice.
The moment Morgan Cadwell sees her on his stage, he knows
she’s the one woman who could make him break all the rules. There’s no way he’s
going to let Angelica dance for other men, so he hires her as his live-in
personal assistant instead.
Morgan’s offer lets Angelica keep her clothes on…but
little does she know that, in the end, he’ll make her bare her soul instead.
Warning: This book is about an alpha caveman and a sweet but fierce virgin heroine who fall ridiculously fast in insta-love. If you’re okay with that, then enjoy!
EXCERPT
“Hey, I thought there was no
touching in lap dances?” I tried to protest.
“There will always be
touching between you and me,” he answered.
I knew it shouldn’t get to
me. I didn’t know this guy and I was acting a part to try to get a job. But
holy hell his words and his touch were turning me on and confusing me. If I was
honest with myself, I’d admit that there was crazy chemistry between us and
maybe—just maybe—I was using this situation to my advantage to see what
happened.
“There is no you and me,” I
retorted as I tilted my body away from him.
“There will be,” he insisted.
Some of my uncertainty must
have shown on my face because his hands gentled and he ran them from my hips to
my back and stroked softly. He lightly tugged on the material but it didn’t
fall any further. “Show me more.”
I could feel his cock hard
underneath me, my pussy resting over it and driving me more than a little wild.
I’d never been in a situation like this before. His dark eyes burned into mine
and I threw all caution to the wind as I undid the rest of the buttons on my
dress. It fell, the material gathering around my waist. Morgan held my eyes as
his hands moved away from me to grasp my dress and toss it to the ground.
He practically growled as his
gaze roamed over my body. I’d chosen my lingerie carefully this morning,
choosing the nicest set I owned. It was white lace, so I was worried it made me
look too innocent when I’d picked it out, but I didn’t have a lot of choices.
Now I was thrilled with my selection because it fit the role I was playing to
perfection.
“Maybe if you’re very good
for me I’ll forgive you for being naughty,” he said as he trailed a finger down
my chest and snapped the front clasp of my bra open.
His action surprised me, and
I moved my hands to cover my chest without realizing what I’d done. He quirked
an eyebrow at me in a subtle challenge, like he’d known all along that I
wouldn’t be able to stay in character. Taking a deep breath, I remembered the
role I needed to play if I wanted this job and forced my arms back down.
“What if I want to be bad for
once?” I asked as he slid my bra straps down my arms.
It was like he’d woven a
seductive spell around me, making me forget why I was here and all of my
troubles. I’d never felt anything like this before. My skin was on fire,
goosebumps running along my flesh. My panties were damp and I couldn’t stop
myself from rubbing lightly over his length. My body was tightening in
anticipation of what would come next.
“As long as you’re with me,
you can be as bad as you want to be, Angel,” he whispered before closing his
mouth over one of my nipples. Each hand held one of my breasts, squeezing
lightly. He plucked at the other one with his finger and thumb, making it
pucker with need.
“Ohmigod,” I gasped at the
sensation, closing my eyes so I could pretend this wasn’t actually happening.
“Look at me,” he ordered, and
my eyes popped back open to find him staring up at me. “You keep your eyes on
me, Angel. I want to see every single thought that runs through your head. No
hiding.”
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ACE: A Band of Brothers Novel

 

 

Title: ACE: A Band of Brothers Novel
Series: Band of Brothers #1
Author: Lyra Parish
Genre: Romance
 Release Date: February 22, 2016

 

Blurb

My name is Ace and I’m the Ace of Spades.
I’m not nice and I misbehave.
I will be your nightmare.
I will be your dream.
I will have you begging for more of me with each scream.
The truth is in my lyrics.
Uncontrollably controlled.
I bleed many things one being Rock & Roll.

I don’t date or make love, I fuck real hard.
Did you know the ace of spades is considered the death card?
Love doesn’t exist in my world, it never did.
Love won’t exist in my world, it’s something I forbid.

My name is Ace and I’m the ace of spades.
Proceed with caution, because I’m sharp like a blade.

The Band of Brothers novels are full length and will follow each brother in the band.
They can be read together or separately.

 

 

Purchase Links

 

AMAZON US / UK

 

 

Excerpt

 

Excerpt from Chapter 1.
Subject to Change.
Unedited. © 2016 Lyra Parish.
 Tonight I would fuck the blonde in the front row who continued to visually rip my clothes off with every little blink she took. Her tits were hanging out of her shirt and she licked her lips and batted her eyes at me. The set was nearing the end and I could feel her gaze. When I looked away and back at her, it was like her eyes had never left me. I liked when a woman knew what she wanted. Blue and green lights flashed over the stage then washed across the crowd. When we made eye contact again, her tongue traced the outside of her plump bottom lip and at that moment I knew she was DTF. Her being down to fuck made this so much easier but then again, being the lead singer of the Band of Brothers made panties magically melt. I’d be her fantasy for the night. I’m sure there would be many more one night stands considering each show from Florida to New York, all the way to California was sold out.The drums beat on as I screamed out the next few lyrics. “I won’t let the world decide. I’ll die before that happens.”

The drums stopped and the distortion was cut leaving a melodic strum of Nikolas’s guitar.

The lights faded when walked off stage leaving the crowd screaming and yelling at the top of their lungs. Jex, Nic, and Rex had huge smiles covering their faces as they chugged the water the technicians handed us. This would never get old. Moments like this were the ones we lived and worked for. Once the chanting and clapping rose to the maximum volume, the four of us walked back onstage and gave the fans what they wanted, an encore.

Green and yellow lights flashed over the crowd and smoke hovered at the bottom of the stage. We played three more songs. People sang and swayed to the lyrics and music. Some jumped up and down, feeling the full beat of the drums while others banged their heads. The feeling of having thousands of people chanting my words would never become real. More often than not, I felt like I was in a dream, one that I never wanted to wake from.

During the last song, I pointed to the blonde. By the way she was dressed in a tight pink shirt and a skirt that showed the bottom of her ass cheeks, I knew she wanted to be seen. She could have possibly had this night planned from the beginning. Randomly, I chose a few others from the crowd to join us, to dance in front of our audience, to feel the temporary power. It was something I did every show, every tour. It was a habit of sorts.

Security helped the girls climb on the stage and they lifted their arms and shook their asses. Before the song ended, the technicians led the girls’ side stage as cannons of small fireworks shot from the floor. After the final song, my brothers and played the crowd and threw drumsticks and guitar picks. The yelling didn’t stop for minutes and the audience realized we weren’t coming back out. I walked side stage where girls anxiously waited us. I smiled, popping an eyebrow at my chosen woman for the night, and she instantly came to me. I wrapped my arm around her shoulder and hers hung on my waist. My brothers stopped in the green room with the other girls, but Blondie and I walked to the bus.

“I’m Lindsey,” she whispered in my ear before we reached the end of the hallway. I smiled at her and pushed open the exit door. Groupies and fans waited near the bus and as soon as we walked up they rushed it.

“I’ll be out in a bit,” I said, smiling at them with pearly whites. “My brothers are coming out that door over there. Really soon.”

I hated to out their exit strategy, but I wanted to take my time burying my dick deep inside Misty or Christy or whatever the fuck her name was. It didn’t matter. Names never did.

 

Author Bio

 

Lyra Parish loves to write, glamp, and sing obnoxiously loud at the top of her lungs in the shower. Sweet love stories (along with the dirty ones) make her gush. She is a firm believer that a person can never have too many cups of coffee, cats, or happily ever afters. When she isn’t busy writing, she can be found sipping various beverages from her non-alcoholic drink buffet, pimp slapping excel spreadsheets, or riding her bike. Lyra lives in Texas with her glassblowing, guitar-playing hubby and black cat named Nibbler.

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ACE: A Band of Brothers Novel by Lyra Parish