"Undressed" Blog Tour

Comment on this post to be entered to win 

"Choc-A-Lot: Chocolate-Covered Sandwich Cookies "

BLURB:   

 Book 1 in The Manhattanites series. (78,000 words, M/F, HEA, Erotic Romance, Contemporary)

Milan’s notorious playboy, Prince Tittoni, seems to have everything—Lamborghinis, exotic women, palaces throughout Europe and business success. Ramping up his fabric company to go global with a new apparel brand, he ruthlessly stops supplying fabrics to the American client who inspired the collection. But once they meet, what’s he willing to give to get her in his bed?

Upper East Side designer Lex Easton has already endured her fair share of hard knocks. She’ll be damned if she’ll let an Italian stud muffin knock her down. So what if she named her favorite vibrator after him? With Fashion Week approaching, she’ll do whatever it takes to secure the fabrics she needs to make her clothing line an international success—even sleep with her rival.

Lex’s Louboutins are dug in deep to win this war. All’s fair in love and fashion!

Inside Scoop: Though the hero and heroine remain monogamous, their Prada-wearing friends indulge in a ménage a trois and other fashionable sexual fun and games.

EXCERPT :

She gasped. He’d lost his mind. Lunacy swirled rampant around them today. “No way! I don’t need to ration a sellout to your subdivision for more than a second. I can tell you right now, the answer is no.” Hell to the no.

“Your quick ‘no’ is because I refused to say ‘yes’ to sex. They say men think with their dicks. I hope you do not run Easton with your—”

“Shut it!” I’m gonna punch you. Lex inhaled and fisted her hands. She reflected on what Taddy or Vive might say right now. She’d give him an earful sampled by second bestie “Viveca Farnworth” sarcasm style. Massimo deserved it. “You could have fucked me ’til your uncut, overexposed on the blogs, ‘too ginormous for my snatch’ pecker fell off. And I’d still no way never ever in a thousand years sell, loan, sample you my Easton. And to answer your question, I run my company with my pussy, and twenty-four other pussy-sporting employees. Easton girls do not allow dickheads or cocks in our fashion world. Period.” She recrossed her arms and quirked her jaw up to illustrate physical defiance coordinating with her ruthless words.

Massimo’s face remained impervious. She heard him jingle loose change in his pocket. He coughed, cleared his throat and said, “An acquisition is the solution viable for us both. Girasoli will acquire Easton. You will work for Girasoli and receive full benefits, health care, retirement, an expense account, you name it. Girasoli will give your entire team plenty of vacation time—whatever you want.”

“Come again?” Hell to the maaaybe.

“Today, watching what you did with the designs confermato my interest. Girasoli needs you. And Easton needs Girasoli. It is best for everyone. Think it over.”

“There is nothing to think over.” She bluffed. A regular paycheck with benefits versus her unstable startup and lack of cash, which flowed out, never in, made her pussy cream more than thinking about Massimo’s fat dick.

“When you are ready, I will have my attorneys draw up the paperwork, assuming you agree on the price. Would you care to know the prezzo I’m offering for Easton?”

“No, I would not. Easton is priceless. There isn’t enough money in the world for my baby.” Easton was her child. An all consuming, demanding, fulltime, pain in her ass child, but she loved her two-year-old Easton regardless.

“Girasoli will wage five times Easton’s annual gross,” Massimo enticed without hesitation.

“Last year’s gross? Or this year’s projected revenue?”

“This year,” he affirmed.

She did the calculations in her head and rounded up to the nearest million. “Three hundred flippin’ mil.” Hell to the Yaaah.

AUTHOR INFORMATION:

Avery Aster is an American novelist who pens erotic romance for Ellora’s Cave. As an Upper East Side resident and a graduate from New York University Avery is celebrated for giving readers an inside look at the city’s glitzy nightlife, socialite sexcapades, and tall tales of the über-rich and ultra-famous. “I write about what I see in my metropolis which never sleeps—Manhattanites on the quest for a passionate thrill,” Avery says. “By and large, my characters are drop-dead gorgeous, ripped straight from the headlines and on the hunt for their next conquest.”

Undressed, book one, launched The Manhattanites series exploring people’s forbidden desires of lust and longing. When Avery’s star-studded cast unites it always feels like forever and everyone has a once-in-a-lifetime experience. Log on to AveryAster.com for upcoming book releases or email Avery@AveryAster.com to join The Manhattanites fan club.

*******************

Wow this is one Smok'n Hot book!

Couldn't put it down. 

When Lex went to go see Massimo about her textiles I could feel her anxiety. I was getting nervous for her knowing what was at sake. After there first sit down I was think what a D-bag Massimo was but all is fair in business right? well things progress from their and both of their stories unfold as to why they are afraid of love. Of course there are lots of bumps in the road and you will have to read it to see if any of those bumps become road blocks and prevent a HEA for Lex and Massimo. Lots of hot steamy raunchy sex, not to mention a lot of sexual tension before hand. Fabulous ending.

Quotes:

"You're finger fucking my palm. You hot pig."

"Her mouth said fuck off  but her body said fuck me."

"Poolside I'm some what soft. With Bella I'm very hard."

"American Express doesn't accept orgasms as payment. But my twat will take your Massimo Euro."

" 'The longtime Miss Prudence of Prudeville', my frigid friend, the 'Big Apple Starved for Sex' got her McIntosh plucked. Or should I say fucked and made into apple sauce."

CONTENT RATING

Romance: 4 out of 5

Kink: 4 out of 5 

Raunch: 4 out of 5

Overall Hotness:  5 out of 5

 THE AUTHOR WILL BE GIVING AWAY  Choc-A-Lot: Chocolate-Covered Sandwich Cookies to a random commenter at every stop to be chosen by the host.