Thursday, May 29, 2014

Blog Tour: That Man by Nelle L'Amour

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That Man 1
That Man 2
That Man 3
Author: Nelle L'Amour
Genre: Erotic Romance
Series: That Man Trilogy
That Man 1
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 devastating 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.


4 Smoldering Stars
Review by Lisa Kane
Jennifer McCoy is out celebrating her engagement with her friends. When they play a competitive game of Truth or Dare, she takes the Dare, because the sad truth is she doesn't want to answer sexual questions about her fiancé Bradley Wick, who is a dentist.  Mostly, because there's not much to tell about their sex life. So her dare is to kiss a stranger in the restaurant-blindfolded.  A dare is a dare and she won't back down. So when her friend Chaz points to a man with his back to her, all she can see is what is obviously his expensive suit. Chaz spins her around, and swaying on her feet, she stumbles over to his table, explains why she is doing this. But before she can latch onto his lips, she is grabbed and passionately kissed. And man is she kissed!
Oh. My God. A heat wave shot through me. It was one of those kisses like in a movie. Fierce, delicious, passionate. Opened mouth and oh so consuming.
When she takes off the blindfold, the guy is gone. Blake Burns is hot, rich, talented and a player. Kissing this beautiful woman was no hardship, but he got pulled away by 2 hot women, Kirstie and Kristie (this guy has a thing for women with names that start with a "K". He goes to his private room at the club, realizes he wants to know the woman who kissed him. 
I couldn't stop thinking about that damn girl who'd kissed me blindfolded. There was something about her.
 But he's too late-she'd already left. He thinks he'll never see her again. So imagine his surprise when this beautiful woman shows up at his TV station, Sin TV for an interview. His father told him Jennifer would be coming by and he wants her hired. She is talented, bright and he was impressed with her when she attended a workshop he gave at her college. Blake realizes she has no idea he is the man who kissed her. Of course he hires her and the two spend lots of time skirting around each other, along with some hot eye ball sex. 

Jennifer knows she can't act on her feelings for her new boss; she's engaged. Even if her fiancé is as boring as dish water, and as cheap as they come. Her engagement ring wasn't even what she wanted and he pushes his vegan ways on her constantly. He rarely asks her about herself and he is almost secretive about his work. He couldn't be bothered to come to their engagement party her friends threw for them. But, he was there for her when she was attacked in her sophomore year of college, and he does love her. She just needs to get Blake off her mind! 
As long as I'd known him, he'd been a hypochondriac, and being a dentist, he was very germ-phobic. The latter was the main reason he abstained from oral sex and always wore a condom.
Blake is determined to make Jennifer his; the player admits he has never felt like this about a woman. She is brunette; he goes for blondes and her name doesn't even begin with a "K".  But what to do about Dickwick, his pet name for her fiance, who clearly does not appreciate her. He comes up with an elaborate scheme to check him out involving a fake throbbing tooth and a bite on the dentist's hand. It's hilarious, but it only serves to make her fiancé wary to be around Blake,
He reached two fingers-his index and middle ones-into my mouth. I let out a loud, faux moan of pain and then I did it. I chomped down on his fingers as hard as I could. So hard that my cuspids tore through his plastic gloves, and I could taste the copper of his blood on my tongue. 

A fun working weekend in Vegas only makes the two want each other more. But when circumstances involving breasts and Blake get misunderstood, the door may just be slammed in his face.
Once they return home, Blake has Jennifer overseer a production of Wheel of Pain, and things get out of hand. Blake hears her screams and tears into a run to get to her. Can Blake save the day?

I. Love. You. Three little words I had never said to a woman. That's because I'd never loved one.

  “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.  
That Man 2
The romantic tension between Blake Burns and Jennifer McCoy heats up in this highly anticipated sequel to THAT MAN 1.

Still engaged to her college boyfriend, Jennifer finds herself more and more attracted to her sexy as sin boss yet has no clue he’s that man she kissed blindfolded in a game of Truth or Dare. Unable to suppress her feelings, she wonders: is fantasizing about your boss a form of cheating?

Meanwhile, Blake, a player who’s never had a relationship, has no clue how to get to first base with Jennifer. Determined to prove that her fiancé, Bradley Wick, DDS, is a dweeb and definitely the wrong man for her, he puts Operation Dickwick into full force. No holds barred.

An unforgettable weekend in Vegas and an unexpected discovery change the game for both of them—for better and for worse.


4 Still Smoldering Stars
Review by Lisa Kane

Part two of That Man picks up right where part 1 ended. Blake hears Jennifer's screams and arrives just in time to see  the producer, Don Springer, assaulting her. He grabs him, and fires him. He has no problem shutting down production of Wheel of Pain and cancelling the torture show.

"No problem. No show. It's cancelled. Get the hell out of here." 

Blake's protective instincts are on over drive with Jennifer. He needs to step up his game for Operation Dickwick to get her fiancé out of the picture. He is more determined than ever to make Jennifer or Tiger as he calls her, all his. His friend, Jamie Zander had offered some advice, eliminate the competition. His wheels are turning. 

As coincidence would have it, Blake is grabbing a quick meal at a restaurant when who should come but Bradley and his amply breasted dental assistant. Not one to squander an opportunity, Blake takes advantage of the situation. 

The Christmas party brings lots of merriment and cheer for these two. Hot, heavy, steamy, on the wall, on the floor, everywhere steam!

"Let's forget this ever happened." "Tiger, how can you say that?" " I just got out of one bad relationship. I don't need to start another -especially with my boss."

What is Bradley up to? What will Jennifer's reaction be? Will Blake's hard work pay off?

With a satisfied smirk, he lifted me up against the upholstered wall and growled, “Now wrap your arms and legs around me.” He was my boss. Still in my stilettos, I did as he asked. I held my breath as he nudged the crown of his hot cock into my center. We were perfectly lined up. Slowly, he slid it inside me, stretching me, until he filled me to the hilt. My fingernails dug into the fabric of his jacket, and I winced with sweet pain. Holy shit! I thought he was going to split me open. “Am I hurting you?” “No,” I said as my muscles relaxed and got used to his size. “Christ, tiger, you’re so tight and wet. I want to fuck you so badly.” His eyes burned into mine. “I’m going to show you what it’s like to be fucked and by a man who knows how.” I absorbed his words, absorbed his girth. He was so different from Bradley. So hot, so full, so big. So divine! Gripping my bottom, he began to pound into me. I clung to his biceps and tugged at his hair, unable to suppress my moans. My hips rocked with his. I knew I should be thinking about the consequences of my actions, but any logical thought at the moment was impossible. “Do you like this?” he breathed. “Yes.” Oh yes! Good girl, bad girl. It no longer mattered. With each forceful thrust, he was pushing me over the edge. Creating exquisite sensations inside me I’d never experienced before. A pressure, so electrifying, so intense I was seeing stars of Bethlehem. “Do you want to come?” “Yes. Oh please, yes! Yes, yes, YES! I fisted the lapels of his velvet blazer. He pumped harder, faster, rubbing against my clit with each unrelenting stroke. His breaths came in pants. My own pants gave way to whimpers. I was desperately craving a release. “Don’t hold back,” he growled between gritted teeth. “I want to hear you roar, tiger. The room is soundproof.” All it took was a squeeze of my clit. “Come for Santa,” he breathed into my mouth. With a roar of his name so loud it echoed, I imploded. Tears leaked from my eyes as fierce waves of ecstasy swept through my body. A moment later, he let out his own primal roar. His hot pulsing cock exploded inside me, soaking me with his release, as I shuddered around him. Through the speakers, “Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas” piped into the chamber. Spent, Blake rested his glistening sweat-laced forehead against mine as I clung to him. His breathing calmed. I was still shuddering and sobbing softly. “Merry Christmas, tiger,” Blake whispered in my ear. “Merry Christmas.” Christmas had come early.    
That Man3
The steamy and suspenseful conclusion to the bestselling THAT MAN trilogy!

Let’s cut to the chase. A sweet little Midwestern girl with a dimpled smile had shown me there was a connection between my cock and my heart. She was in my bloodstream bringing them together. Making me feel emotions and sensations I’d never felt with anyone.
The Kiss had changed everything. This painting had turned my heart upside down and torn me apart. I could no longer deny my feelings. I missed him for only one reason. I was in love.
Blake and Jennifer finally succumb to their passion and are unable to get enough of one another. A shocking discovery, however, threatens to pull them apart. And danger looms.

Will the two of them survive an outside force that promises to bring their love to a cruel and tragic end ?


4 Steamy Stars!

Review by Lisa Kane

It's Christmas time and Jennifer and Blake exchanged gifts, she gave him a beautiful snow globe for his collection and he gave her a painting, The Kiss, which she admired  at Blake's friend, Jamie's art showing painted by his late father Payton Anthony Zander. Blake is set to enjoy his ski vacation in Sun Valley but he finds that he can't stop thinking about Jen and missing her. He cuts his vacation short and shows up on her doorstep, declaring his love.

The holidays are spent getting to know her family, having sex, eating great food, having sex, playing in the snow and having sex. Oh, and there may have been a vibrating egg in there somewhere.

"You know, baby. My father once told me a fine cigar is like a fine woman. You have to warm her before you assault her."

But Blake is called away due to an emergency by Vera Nichols, his Las Vegas affiliate manager. Jennifer's insecurities start eating away at her. He didn't tell her why he left so abruptly, he didn't want to worry her, but she jumps to the wrong conclusion and decides he is with one of his bimbos. Considering they just spent lots of time together and he told her multiple times that he loved her, her reactions seemed immature. Give the guy a break, he runs a multi million dollar corporation, crises will come up that he needs to handle and she doesn't need to know every  detail....jeez.

Once Blake smooths over that situation, things should be great right? Wrong. Jennifer finds out about something Blake did that had serious repercussions on her life and she reacts badly. Meanwhile the pitch for the women's programming of the movies based on love stories (Jennifer's new marketing strategy) still needs to be presented to Gloria, who is the the owner of Gloria's Secret and is Jamie's wife. Blake and Jennifer tip toe around each other, while trying to get their work done. Things couldn't be more uncomfortable if they tried.

"Jesus, Jen. You're killing me. You're the only one. I love you body and soul." "This is harassment. Let. Me. Go."

Things come to a head, due to an unresolved situation from their past. Will Blake be able to get through to Jennifer and will she see that things are not always what they seem?

This series wraps up nicely and leaves the door open for other characters' stories. As a reader, I would love to see more of Blake and Jennifer's story.

"Baby, for you, I'm invincible. I'm that man who's going to take care of you. Protect you from the monsters of the world. Slay them if I have to. And no one's going to get in my way. Do you understand that?"

Blake is up to his shenanigans, but there's so much more!

"Blake! What are you doing here?” she gasped as I made my way to her bed after kicking shut the door and locking it.
“What does it look like? I’m getting into bed with you,” I responded, squeezing into her tiny twin bed before she had a chance to notice my hard on. I snuggled next to her. Man, this bed was barely big enough for one person, let alone two.
“You can’t sleep here! What if my parents come in?”
“They won’t, and besides, I’ve locked the door.”
“What if I still say no? Are you going to fuck me into submission?”
My cock flexed and a cocky smile curled on my lips. “That’s Plan B.”
Her eyes widened. “What’s Plan A?”
One of my hands came up from under the cover. In it was a small gift box wrapped in hot pink paper and topped off with a small silver bow. I had kept it hidden behind my back when I’d crept into her room.
“What’s that?”
“It’s just a small Christmas present.”
A combination of guilt and curiosity flickered in her green-as-a-Christmas-tree eyes. “You’re making me feel bad. I don’t have anything else to give you. I mean , I didn’t know—”
I cut her off. “Don’t worry, you’ll be giving me what I wished for on Christmas shortly. Now, open it up.”
“It’s from Gloria’s Secret,” she commented, noticing the famous GS logo on the paper. “Is it some sexy piece of lingerie?”
While that would have been a fine gift too, one I would have bit off her sweet ass, this one was way more creative. And it was going to be way more fun.
“No. Just open it.” She was making my cock twitch with anticipation. I watched as she carefully tore off the wrapping. She stared blankly at the package. “What is this, Blake?”
“It’s a toy. You can’t have Christmas without getting a toy.”
“My Secret Vibrating Egg?”
“It’s a sex toy. You’re going to love playing with it. Open the package.”
She fumbled getting the box opened. I think I already had her aroused.
She lifted the sparkly little pink egg out of the carton and examined it.
“I was almost going to get you a regular vibrator, but then I remembered how much you seemed to enjoy eggs when we had breakfast together at the beach.”
“I do love eggs.” She smiled sheepishly, still studying the toy. “How do you use this?”
My face lit up and my cock stirred. The fun was about to begin.
Blake, always full of surprises, had one more in store for me before the New Year dawned. The Jacuzzi. Big enough to accommodate a dozen people, it was built into an expansive deck outside the house. Our bare bodies buried in the bubbly water, Blake sat close to me. One strapping arm curled around my shoulders while the hand of the other held a lit cigar. The stars and the full moon sparkled overhead in the blackened sky. The steamy water gurgled while Céline Dion piped through hidden speakers, and in the near distance, I could hear the waves of the ocean softly ebb and flow. The intense warm jets of water sprayed my upper back and between my thighs, feeling so tingly good. I was in love, lust, and paradise. It couldn’t get more magical than this. “Tiger, do you mind if I smoke this cigar?” Blake asked, already blowing out a puff of smoke. “It’s kind of a New Year’s tradition.” I inhaled. The smell of the tobacco mixing with the salty sea air was heady. To my surprise, I loved it. I took the cigar from him and put it to my mouth. I inhaled and choked. “No problem,” I coughed out, reaching for my flute of champagne. I took a calming sip. “Stop showing off,” he laughed, taking the cigar back in his hand. He inhaled another puff and I glared at him. Mesmerized by the way he held the cigar between his long fingers and sucked on the tip, drawing in his cheeks and lowering his eyes. Equally sexy was the way he pursed his kissable lips and blew out the smoke. “You know, baby. My father once told me a fine cigar is like a fine woman. You have to warm her before you assault her.” His words made my heart flutter. “Blake, when was the first time you knew you loved me?” I asked as a ring of smoke mingled with the steam from the Jacuzzi. He placed the cigar on a close by ashtray and turned to face me. His eyes glinted in the moonlight. Damn he was beautiful. And oh so sexy. He twirled my damp ponytail with his hand. “It could have been love at first sight. When you kissed me blindfolded at my club. Something changed in me. Then after the Springer thing, I knew if something happened to you, I couldn’t live. You’re my air, baby. I need you to breathe.” A trail of sparks blazed through my body. He loved me right from the beginning. He repeated my question. Tracing his soft lips, I said, “Vegas. When I danced with you.” Ironically, a Céline Dion version of “The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face,” the song we danced to, was piping through the hidden speakers. Maybe he’d intentionally programmed it. I shifted a little and the powerful jet beneath me stimulated my clit. He tugged at my ponytail. “It took you that long?” His voice was playfully miffed. I twisted a smile. No, it hadn’t. The truth: I think I’d loved him the minute my mouth set down on his in that game of Truth or Dare too. I’d felt the earth move in my heart. Maybe it was lust. It didn’t matter because I wasn’t going to tell him. We imbibed some champagne and glanced up at the starry sky. My head rested on his rugged chest. “Jennifer, do you know why the moon and the stars shine?” I shook my head. The words of the beautiful song were affecting me. The jets were affecting me. He was affecting me. Desire was bubbling inside me. “Why?” Because they’re making love to the sky.” “Lighting it up,” I replied dreamily, my eyes focused on the many constellations above us. He drew me closer. Passion sparked in his eyes. “Jennifer McCoy, you are my moon and shining star. My universe.” In a breath, I was sitting on top of him. Riding him to the heavens. Lighting him up. Lighting myself up. We came together like comets flaring and whispered, in unison, three celestial words. “I love you.”
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.
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