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Title: GRIND
Author: Joanna Blake
Genre: Romance
Cover model: Drew Ater
Cover Design: Margreet Rebel Edit & Design
Release: August 17, 2015
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EYE CANDY. MANWHORE. HARDBODY. STUD. I'm just a piece of meat to the women I entertain. And I love it. That's until she walks into the club. Suddenly, I want more. I want her.
My name is Chandler but hardly anyone knows it. I go by Candy, and when I dance, I go all the way. Women scream my name and throw their panties at me. I take home any woman I want. Sometimes, I take two.
We had one night. One kiss. I fell hard, and she moved away. Even back then, she knew I wasn't good enough for her. Now she's here, in my club for her bachelorette party. Her friends push her up on stage. And I decide the bride-to-be deserves a very, very private dance.
I'm not letting her get away twice. Especially when I find out the bastard she's planning to marry. Little Miss Perfect has no idea what's about to hit her. Or how far I will go to get what's mine.... Her.
GRIND is a stand-alone novel with a guaranteed HEA and no cheating!
My name is Chandler but hardly anyone knows it. I go by Candy, and when I dance, I go all the way. Women scream my name and throw their panties at me. I take home any woman I want. Sometimes, I take two.
Carolina is the stuck up neighbor who drove me nuts with her prissy ways and her hot little body. Sure, it was high school the last time I saw her. But our families have been going to the same church for generations. And I always had my eye on her. She was the most beautiful girl in town, sure, but it was more than that. She was also the smartest. She knew it too.
We had one night. One kiss. I fell hard, and she moved away. Even back then, she knew I wasn't good enough for her. Now she's here, in my club for her bachelorette party. Her friends push her up on stage. And I decide the bride-to-be deserves a very, very private dance.
I'm not letting her get away twice. Especially when I find out the bastard she's planning to marry. Little Miss Perfect has no idea what's about to hit her. Or how far I will go to get what's mine.... Her.
Carolina Murphy was kissing me back.
The Prom Queen was letting me have my way with her. Well, more or less. I knew she'd barely even petted before. I could tell by the way she'd responded to me during her lap dance.
The way she was responding now.
Like a kitten testing its legs.
I tested the waters, letting my hands slide up and over her chest. I was rewarded with a sexy mewling sound. I heaved a sigh of relief.
She liked it.
Caro was the hot little piece I'd always imagined she would be. Fiery. Responsive. Passionate. And I'd spent quite a lot of time over the years imagining just this moment. She might have signed a chastity vow, but frigid, she was not.
I groaned again. The damn pledge. I knew I could make her doubt it. But I realized abruptly that I didn't want to make her break it.
I did want to make her want to break it however...
This night was not going to end with me inside her. But that didn't mean we couldn't have fun. Or that I couldn't make her feel as desperate as I was.
I slid my hand up and under her robe. She squeaked and sat up, staring at me. Her hands clutched the hem of her bathrobe as if it was going to fly up and expose her. I stared at her, trying to show her my intentions were good.
Well, mostly good.
"Caro..."
She shook her head wildly.
"I'm not wearing anything. Underneath."
I laughed. I felt like I was going crazy. Maybe I was.
"Five minutes Caro. Give me five minutes. Please. I won't do anything that you don't want."
"Chan... you know I can't."
My fingers brushed the inside of her knee. Just a few inches up and I would be touching thigh. A few inches more and... I groaned as my c*ck lurched in my jeans.
"Just let me... play..."
She stared at me, her big eyes full of doubt. She was curious too. About what might happen. I could see it.
"You promise not to do anything else?"
I could hear the hope in her voice. The desperation. Neither one of us wanted to stop.
"I promise, Caro. Please don't make me stop. Not yet..."
I smiled at her disarmingly, guiding her back onto the bed.
"Remind me of these rules again... I can touch. Just not inside right?"
She nodded breathlessly.
I grinned.
"I can work with that."
Joanna Blake loves good old fashioned romance, men who open doors and work with their hands. Hot Blooded Heroes is a series of sizzling stories about True Blue American men and the women who love them. She's thrilled to be collaborating with Pincushion Press on her new series! Come along for the ride!
XoX,
Joanna
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