Monday, May 7, 2018

Blog Tour: His Pawn by Emily Snow

His Pawn by Emily Snow is LIVE!!
Release Date: May 3rd
Genre: Contemporary Romance
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That's what he said when he discovered that, with five months of college left, I was cut off. Young, wickedly handsome, and politically incorrect, he was unlike any man I ever met. And his proposition to cover my tuition in exchange for a semester of “anything goes” was offensive and thrilling.
If you’re wondering if I told him off—if the night ended with me slapping that delicious smirk right off his face—that didn’t happen.
Instead, I decided to be practical.
My name is Eleanor Courtney, and I'm the first to admit my mistakes. Agreeing to crawl into bed with the devil in a designer suit might be my biggest ever. Because he said something else to me that night:
“I don’t want to sleep with you, Elle, that would be too easy. I want to possess you.”
And Senator Graham Delaney—well, he always gets exactly what he wants.
*Disclaimer: A small portion of this 85,000 word standalone was previously published as Maya St James.

4 stars
Review by Lisa Kane
Eleanor Courtney is the daughter of a powerful senator. He’s also the reason she finds herself interviewing for a job at a club named 202. Skimpy dress and well-endowed chests are part of the uniform. But Eleanor is desperate-she has one last semester of college and her father is flexing his financial muscles and cutting her off. If she keeps siding with her brother and his lifestyle choices, she’ll pay the price. 

She isn’t drinking, isn’t eating, and from the look of things, not saying a word to the blondes sitting with her. So why is Eleanor Courtney at a place like 202 on a Friday night? 

Graham Delaney is a politician. Women don’t notice his position first; it’s his gorgeous face and body that draw them in like honey. When he spots Elle in 202, he knows exactly who she is and that she is the daughter of Robert Courtney.

 “Isn’t that kind of a forward thing to say? Especially in your line of work?”

“Forward. What decade is this, Elle?” He laughs. “Do you want me to lie to you? Tell you that I don’t find you attractive.”

After all these years, he’s about to get the revenge he’s always wanted. 

And if there’s anything to bring Robert Courtney and everything he pretends to stand for down a notch-or ten-I’m looking right at her.

My ace in the hole. 

The perfect pawn. 
Graham and Eleanor play a cat and mouse game. He proposes a solution to her financial woes. One she agrees to, to his surprise. Oh the chemistry between these two…it’s almost as ridiculous as Graham’s dirty mouth. (This guy is filthy!) Since we have both POV’s be prepared for your jaw to fall more than once at something he says. Graham has no shame and no filter. If he thinks it, he says it. 
Graham is no philanthropist, he has a reason for all he does. He plays Eleanor like she’s one of his chess pieces that he moves on a board. But is this player going to get played?

The face and touch and words of a liar I can’t help being in love with. 

“You know, you talk about sex so much it makes me question if you’re one of those all talk, lame action situations.”
“May I?” He extends his hand, gesturing for mine. Warily, I place my fingers in his and release a yelp when he pulls it under the table, pressing my palm against his zipper. He closes my fingers, one by one, around the unquestionable—and admittedly very, very impressive—bulge.
“That’s not hard either,” he informs me in a low voice, “but if you’re doubtful of my ability to make you forget your fucking name, how to walk, how to eat—and everything else but yes, please, and more—it won’t take long for you to get me there.”
“So that’s why you invited me to dinner, huh?” I snatch my fingers back and grab a handful of my dress to ease the electricity under my skin. It doesn’t help, and I’ve got a feeling I’ll be undone for the rest of the night all thanks to what’s hidden under Graham’s zipper. “To screw me? I guess I had you all wrong.”
“If I wanted only to fuck you, Elle, it wouldn’t have mattered where I took you for dinner—or if I fed you at all.” He whips the plate cover off my food. “Hope you like steak.”

Author Bio:
Emily Snow is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of erotic, new adult, and contemporary romance. She loves books, sexy bad boys, and really loud rock music, so naturally, she writes stories about all three. She lives in Virginia with her husband, children, and one very energetic Yorkie-Poo.
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