Title: That Man (That Man #1)
Author: Nelle L’Amour
Genre: Erotic
Romance
Release Date:
April 11, 2014
Synopsis
There’s a new beautiful player in town…
Blake Burns, the sexy head of SIN-TV, who goes through women
like some go through water. Until he meets Jennifer McCoy, his outspoken new
assistant and development executive.
Newly engaged Jennifer has no idea that her devastatingly
gorgeous new boss is the man she kissed, blindfolded, in a game of Truth or
Dare. That kiss, that man, that
beautiful stranger she cannot forget.
Blake hasn’t been able to stop thinking about that kiss
either…and he’ll do anything to win Jennifer —even if it means being a
beautiful bastard and breaking all the rules.
THAT MAN is a three-part romantic comedy serial with an
element of suspense. THAT MAN 2 is available NOW, and the steamy and
suspenseful conclusion, THAT MAN 3 will be available in early May.
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Excerpt
“Mr. Burns?” A
sweet voice at my doorway diverted my attention, and I looked up from the
screen. In tandem, my eyes blinked, my body jerked, and my cock flexed. Subtly
for her not to notice.
Though her neat
auburn bun, prim tweed suit, and tortoiseshell glasses made her look like some
bookworm who should be working at a corporate law office, I swear I’d recognize
that face anywhere—with its dewy-skin complexion, delicate bone structure, and
those expressive, turned-up lips. Someone pinch me. I must be dreaming. But
there she was. That girl I’d kissed last night. In fact, her lips were still
swollen. Holy fucking shit!
“Hi, I’m Jennifer
McCoy.”
It took several
long moments for my brain to communicate with my mouth. I cleared my throat and
licked my lips. “Please come in and take a seat.”
Unlike last night
when she was blindfolded and took short hesitant steps, she strode into my
office with a strong confident gait and lowered herself onto one of the two
armchairs facing me. She placed her shoulder bag and briefcase on the floor and
crossed her shapely, long legs. I had the burning urge to uncross them.
“So, Ms. McCoy—”
“You can call me
Jennifer.”
Okay, let’s start
over. “So, Jen-ni-fer, you come highly recommended by my boss, Saul Bernstein.”
God, I loved saying her name. It sucked the air out of my lungs.
She flashed a
small smile. Two little dimples winked at her kissable lips. My cock twitched
and I continued.
“However, I’m not
sure why someone with a passion for children’s television would want to work
for a porn channel.”
Without flinching,
she held my gaze steady. “Adults are no different than children. They need to
be entertained. ”
That was a fact.
And that’s why we referred to our network and programming as “adult entertainment.”
I wasn’t done testing her. Or studying her—especially her eyes. Her blindfold
had hidden them from me last night, and after she’d disappeared, I kept
imagining what they looked like. I thought they might be brown or blue and
deep-set. But they were wide-set and
green—the greenest eyes I’d ever seen on a human being. When she blinked, it
was if they were two leaves fluttering in the wind. I caught my breath.
“Well, it’s one thing to tell a producer of a
cartoon that he—”
“Or she,” she
interrupted.
“Or she needs to make the shaggy dog bark
louder, but it’s another to tell the producer of a porn flick that his female
star who’s being shagged needs to scream louder.”
“Not a problem,”
she said flatly.
“Well, then, let’s
pretend I’m the producer, and I’m not quite sure what you want. Can you please
demonstrate?”
“Sure.” She
cleared her throat and then took off her glasses, setting them on my desk.
Fuck. Her eyes were beautiful.
My gaze stayed
fixed on them as she flung her head back, and a look of torturous pleasure
washed over her face. It was identical to the expression on her face last night
as I held her head back and fucked her mouth with my tongue. She squeezed her
eyes shut.
“Oh, baby, yes! Make me come! Oh God! Oh, yes,
Yes, YES!” Each breathy “yes” was louder than the one before, the last one a
roar so loud I thought the whole office would hear her. Holy shit. This girl
was a fucking tiger. Beneath my desk, my cock was applauding. Was this how Ms.
McCoy, M.A., came, or was she just a great actress? If the latter, this girl should be starring
in porn flicks not giving script notes.
“Was that loud and
clear enough?” she asked matter-of-factly, staring me in the face. A slight
blush colored her cheeks.
I felt heated.
Flushed and flustered. And I could feel my cock uncomfortably strain against my
fly. Fuck this girl. I wasn’t sure if I’d be able to work with her, but I had
no choice.
About The Author
Nelle L'Amour is a New
York Times and USA Today
bestselling author who lives in Los Angeles with her Prince Charming-ish
husband, twin teenage princesses, and a bevy of royal pain-in-the-butt pets. A
former executive in the entertainment and toy industries with a prestigious
Humanitus Award to her credit, she gave up playing with Barbies a long time ago
but still enjoys playing with toys with her husband. While she writes in her
PJs, she loves to get dressed up and pretend she's Hollywood royalty.
Her books include the highly rated Seduced by the Park Avenue Billionaire Boxed Set, Undying Love,
Gloria’s Secret, Gloria’s Revenge
and the That Man trilogy. Gloria’s Forever, a novella, will be
published in Spring 2014.
Nelle loves to hear from her readers.
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