Kylie The Bookaholick: Blog Tour & Review

Signed by Marni Mann

Release Date: January 22nd, 2018

Genre: Erotic Romance

A one-night stand with James Ryne, the hottest actress in LA, was a night I’d never forget…

James: I can’t stop thinking about you.

Brett: I didn’t know America’s sweetheart was such a dirty girl.

James: It gets better.

Brett: You’re too young for me.

James: Eighteen’s the age of consent.

Brett: The things I want to do to you right now…

James: Are you ever going to tell me who you really are?

Brett: The best you’ve ever had. That’s all you need to know.

James: When are you coming back to LA?

Brett: Next week—and you’d better not be wearing panties.

Brett: What the hell did I just watch?

James: Oh my God, Brett! It’s going viral!

James: My life is ruined. My career. My reputation.

James: Are you there?

James: Will you let me explain?

James: Brett?

Brett: Forget everything I said before. Forget us.

I tried to forget her…until she walked into my office, begging to get signed.

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Her body was leaning into mine, shivering from the air-conditioning vent blowing right above her. I pointed the air in the opposite direction, and my other hand went into her hair, pulling her face toward mine.
“A couple of miles,” I hissed against her lips, parting them for me.
The cranberry juice she’d mixed with her vodka tasted so fucking sweet on her tongue. If she gave me any more of it, I was going to shred her dress right here, dip my face between her legs, and lick her cunt.
Fuck, I couldn’t wait to taste that pussy and see if it was as sweet as the juice.
This driver needed to step on it.
I wasn’t a patient man.
As if she sensed that, she pulled back just a little, and I bit into her bottom lip, holding it, tugging it, before I said, “I’m going to fucking devour you.” Finally releasing her, I turned my attention to her neck, smelling, kissing, gnawing the skin that led to her ear.
“Oh my God,” she groaned, and she tried to slide her fingers through the slots between the buttons of my shirt.
She went lower, brushing back and forth across my cock, and that was when I shackled her wrists in my hand.
“Please,” she whined.
“You’re going to get it all fucking night; don’t you worry.”
We pulled into the front of my high-rise and came to a stop, and I opened the back door.
“I’ve got it, sir,” the driver said.
“I’m good,” I replied, sliding James into my arms and carrying her out.
The doorman didn’t greet me by name, a sign that he was new, but held the door open for us, and I took us through the lobby and into the elevator.
James’s tongue traced the outline of my ear as I pressed the button for my floor and settled us against the back wall.
“Make it hurry,” she breathed.
My thoughts were the same.
When we got to my floor, I rushed us down the short hallway and waved my fob over the reader. It clicked as it unlocked, and I brought us into the bedroom, setting James on her feet right by the bed.
I stood in front of her and said, “Turn around.”
I waited until her back faced me, and then I kissed across it while I lowered the zipper at the same time. She turned again when I was done, and she let the dress fall to the floor.
The only thing she wore now was the pair of black heels.
No bra, no panties.
I leaned back to admire her body. She had tits that were no bigger than my palms, nipples that were small and hard, and a bare pussy with the sweetest fucking clit at the top.
“Jesus Christ,” I moaned. She went to take the heels off, and I said, “Hell no. Keep them on.”
I looped my finger into the Windsor knot and pulled it loose. Before I had it off, James fisted both ends of my tie and used them to pull me toward her. The movement caused my lips to slam against hers, and the tie slithered down my chest, followed by the buttons from my shirt that she had torn apart.
She wanted my cock.
She was getting my tongue first.

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One night stands are suppose to make you feel good for one night, they are suppose to help you take your mind off of all the other BS you have going on. They are to help you forget for one night. But what happened when that one night stand ends up blowing you mind??!!

What happened when you thought you're there to forget and you end finding a new possible direction?

James was out for the night with her best friend. it was a night to go out and blow off some steam to forget all the wrongs that have been shown her way. An excuse to forget who she was and what had just recently happened.

Brett was out networking, trying to find his next possible big ticket client. Unfortunately all that went out the window when he say James. But something happened that night, Brett can not just walk away so the next best thing is... yeah you guest it leave a number, leave the next move up to her. If she n=blows you off not biggie the sex was great. If she calls or texts why not see what you can do with this side piece. so what is she accepts the number and reaches out to you and finds a way to peak your interest???

But just when things are going prefect a bomb is dropped that shocks the two to the core. He does't have time for games and James needs a rock to steady and correct her path.

What transpires is a game of finding out truths amongst a labyrinth of lies. But who is telling the truth and who is full of lies. And can the spark that was launched remain a contain burning ember or will it combust and find the fire it so deserves and needs.

This an erotic tale of desire and want mixed with business pride. Oh the lines want to be crossed and desires are dripping to be devoured. Can they find a way to make it all work?

This was one hot desire burning couple that ignited each other the moment they appeared in the same room. Can they keep it under control or will it all go down before it has a chance to shine?

Best-selling Author Marni Mann knew she was going to be a writer since middle school. While other girls her age were daydreaming about teenage pop stars, Mann was fantasizing about penning her first novel. She crafts sexy, titillating stories that weave together her love of darkness, mystery, passion, and human emotion. A New Englander at heart, she now lives in Sarasota, Florida with her husband and their two dogs who subsequently have been characters in her books. When she’s not nose deep in her laptop working on her next novel, she’s scouring for chocolate, sipping wine, traveling to new locations, and devouring fabulous books.