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Gold Dust Woman

Gold Dust Woman
Gold Dust Woman by Steven Davis

Wednesday, March 12, 2014

NEED YOU TONIGHT BY RONI LOREN SPOTLIGHT AND REVIEW + GIVEAWAY



Book Blurb:




She’s making a wish list, and he wants to be on top.
 
From foster kid to trophy wife, Tessa McAllen is about to reinvent herself all over again—and defy every insult her cheating ex-husband ever used against her: Selfish? She’s championing a charity. Stupid? She’s getting her degree.
 
Boring in bed?
 
Kade Vandergriff can help her with that one. When they encounter each other at a singles event held at one of his restaurants, Tessa blurts out that kink is for girls who try too hard, and Kade instantly wants to show this sassy stranger how thrilling a night under his command can be…...but when he learns her name, the game changes for both of them.
 
In high school, Tessa was the popular girl who stuttering, awkward Kade fell for. But she chose another. Now, as she eagerly learns lesson after lesson, he’s going to make sure she never forgets him again.






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Excerpt:


 
(Tessa’s best friend has tricked her into coming to a dating event.)

Jim was scanning his list again, and Tessa smoothed the front of her dress. She hadn’t thought to put much effort into her outfit tonight. This was supposed to be a cooking class after all. So she’d stayed in the pale pink blouse and black skirt she’d worn to work. But now she felt plain and out of place. Everyone else had put on their A-game ensemble for date night.
God, why was she even worrying about it? This isn’t a real date. She’d been trained by Doug to look her best at all times because you never knew who you’d run into, and sometimes that old urge was hard to shake. But she wasn’t here to impress anyone. She was here to drink sangria and to learn how to cook. That’s it.
The door opened behind her as more people came in.
"Ms. McAllen?" Jim asked, a small frown curving his thin lips as he lifted his gaze from the clipboard. "Do you have your confirmation number with you? You’re not showing on my list."
"My what?" She automatically put her hand on her purse but knew she had nothing of the sort in there. "No. My friend set all this up for us both."
"Hmm." Jim tapped his pencil on the clipboard. "Well, I’m not showing you on here, which means we don’t have confirmation of your payment. If you’d like to pay the fee now, we can let you stay for the class. Then if you find your confirmation, we’ll refund you. But since you weren’t on the list, we won’t have a match set up for you. You’d be staying for the cooking portion only unless we have any other walk-ins."
No match? That sounded like a fantastic idea. She’d never been so happy to be left off a guest list. "How much is it?"
"Two-hundred dollars."
A gasp escaped her lips. Two hundred dollars? She should’ve expected it at a place like this, but the number still caught her off guard. And it was a number she couldn’t fund. "I’m sorry. I’ll have to find out what happened to my original fee and do this another time. Maybe I can talk to my friend and see if she has the information."
He smiled kindly, but she saw the instant dismissal in his eyes. He knew she was bailing because she didn’t have the money. He knew she didn’t belong there. "Of course."
Shame tried to edge in, heating her cheeks. But she swallowed it back. She would not get teary over missing some stupid cooking class. She took a step to head toward Sam’s table, hoping that even though they were technically party crashers, her friend had some magical confirmation number. But before she could move forward, a warm hand touched her elbow.
"I’ll cover the fee."
She stiffened at the touch, but the rich timbre of the man’s voice rolled over Tessa like sun-heated ocean water, making her want to close her eyes and soak in it, stay there a while. She turned around, her gaze going up, up, up, and finally colliding with clear blue eyes, a face made for Greek sculpture, and lips…God, his lips. She couldn’t imagine those had ever been used for anything but sex and sin.
She wanted to bite them.
As that image flitted through her mind, any shot she had at a normal, polite response evaporated into mist.
"I’d hate for you to miss one of the best meals of your life because of a computer glitch," the man said with a ghost of a smile.
Tessa simply stared back like she hadn’t understood the language he spoke. The way he held her gaze had her thoughts scattering and her brain reaching for some memory she couldn’t quite grab ahold of. She shook her head, breaking the gaze and trying to clear her head. No. Get it together, Tessa. This stranger was offering to pay two-hundred dollars for her to eat. She knew how that worked. She’d played that game before. "Really, that’s very kind of you to offer. But I’ll just come back another time."
He pulled his wallet from his pocket, pulled two crisp bills from it, and handed it to Jim. "I insist. And it’s no problem. I’m sure they’ll pay me back when they find your original reservation."
Tessa shook her head again, even though her mind was already fast-forwarding and picturing how decadent it would be to sit and sip sangrias with this stranger. But she couldn’t fall into her old habits and let him pay her way. It didn’t matter that he was gorgeous or that he didn’t seem to mind or that he was wearing a watch that said two-hundred dollars was insignificant for him. "I’m sorry. I can’t take your money."
Before the stranger could protest, she moved past him and the few people waiting behind them to head for the door. She needed to get out—now. She knew it was ridiculous, but she had the sudden urge to cry, to scream, to pound on something. All she’d wanted tonight was to relax and have a fun girl’s night with Sam. Instead, she’d been reminded of the life she used to have, how feeble her bank account was now, and how fucked up she was when it came to men.
She moved through the hallway that led back to the main dining room in a rush, hoping to reach the parking lot before the tears broke free, but a hand touched her shoulder. "Hey, hold up."
The quiet command of his voice and the gentleness of the touch had her slowing her step before she could think better of it. She closed her eyes, took a breath, and turned around, speech prepared. But when she saw the genuine concern on his face, her words got stuck in her throat.
He tucked his hands in his pockets, the move pulling his black dress shirt snug across what looked to be long, lean muscles beneath. His eyes scanned hers. "Are you okay? I didn’t mean to chase you off."
She put her hand to her too hot forehead, trying to catch her breath and center herself. "I’m sorry. It wasn’t you. I’m fine. This night just isn’t working out like I thought it would."
"Expected to meet your perfect match?"
She made a sound that was some mixture of a snort, a sob, and a laugh. "Ha. Hardly. What a joke that is. A perfect match."
His mouth lifted at the corner, his blue eyes dancing in the flickering light of the wall sconces. "Come on, you don’t think there’s the perfect someone out there for everyone? Someone who’s meant to fit only with you? All the movies say so."
"Movies sell us a bill of goods," she said flatly. All that mystical aligning of stars was such bullshit. People got into relationships for what it could do for them. When the benefit ran out, they moved on. She’d seen that proven over and over again.
"Uh-huh," he said, his tone teasing. "So you’re telling me you paid two-hundred dollars to attend something you don’t buy into?"
"I didn’t pay," she admitted. "A friend told me she’d get me on the list. And I—I wanted to learn to cook and to taste the food."
He glanced back at the closed door and chuckled. "Ooh, a party crasher. How scandalous."
His low laugh was like a gust of summer air across her nerve endings, reminding her of someone long ago. Someone she hadn’t had to be a chameleon for. She found herself smiling, her dour mood lifting. "That’s me. A scandal a minute. And now I’m causing more. I’m sure your perfect match date is anxiously awaiting you inside."
"Nah, I’m not sold on a perfect match, either. But instant attraction…" He stepped closer and the air in the room thickened and warmed. "That I subscribe to. So, Ms. Party Crasher, answer me one question. Are you leaving because you were opposed to the money or me?"
She blinked, caught off guard by the question and his nearness. "What?"
"You came here tonight to take a class and have a nice meal. I was happy to help you do that. So, did you turn down my offer because you think the money comes with strings or is because you’re opposed to spending the evening with me?"
"I—" She wet her lips. The way he’d said spend the evening with me had her mind conjuring pictures of him braced over her, his blond hair mussed, his eyes burning through her, and that sensual mouth whispering dirty, filthy things in her ear. Her thighs clenched, and she tried to come up with something to say that wasn’t God, you’re beautiful, please push me up against this wall and make me forget my name. "I can’t accept the money."
That answer seemed to please him. "And me?"
She couldn’t tell if it was the warm, smoky spices from the restaurant mixing in, but even the scent of him was exotic and dangerous, tempting. She wanted to bury her face in the open collar of his shirt and inhale. And possibly lick. No, scratch the possibly on that, tasting would definitely need to be involved. All her resolve disintegrated in the space between breaths. "I’m not opposed."
He reached out and pushed a stray lock of hair away from her face, the simple brush of fingers like lightning rods touching her skin. "So if I promised you I wouldn’t pay a dime for the rest of the evening, would you agree to spend it with me?"
She swallowed hard, the notion almost too much for her psyche to absorb. She knew what he was offering wasn’t simply dinner and a chat. There was a ripple of heat beneath each uttered word, a promise. Her body was on board with this plan, whether her good sense agreed or not. Already, she could feel the flush of arousal tightening her nipples and making her panties cling. She hadn’t been touched by anyone since Doug, and her experiences with him had always been underwhelming. Just being close to this mystery man made everything inside her feel hot and alive. But it’d be stupid and reckless to say yes. She’d never had a one-night stand. She didn’t even know if she was capable of it. Plus, what if she really was boring in bed.
She’d told herself that Doug had thrown that out there just to hurt her, but what if there was some truth to it? Her sexual history was nearly nil since she’d gotten married so young. What if she hopped in bed with this guy and was completely out of her league?
"I can’t leave. I’m my friend’s ride," she said, her voice thready and breathless from him being so close.
His smile was slow, sexy. "I never said we had to leave."
She closed her eyes, his mere presence overwhelming her system and making her heart pound in her throat. "What do you mean?"
His breath brushed her ear. "Take my hand, and I’ll show you."
A shiver worked its way down her neck and along her skin. Every nerve ending screamed for his touch, all the years of pent-up frustration surging to the surface and demanding relief. She needed this escape, this release. She needed to feel like a woman again.
When she looked up at him finally, the pure confidence and interest shining there in his eyes had her nerves smoothing. She knew in that moment that this man would never allow her to be boring in bed. This was a man who got what he wanted. A man who wouldn’t be afraid to tell her exactly what to do, how he liked it, and how he was going to have her.
Suddenly, she wasn’t so interested in sangria anymore.
Or sitting in the car alone to have a good cry.
She reached out and let her hand slide into his.
Maybe she’d scratch something off her list tonight after all.

 
 

Author Bio:





Roni wrote her first romance novel at age fifteen when she discovered writing about boys was way easier than actually talking to them. Since then, her flirting skills haven’t improved, but she likes to think her storytelling ability has. Though she’ll forever be a New Orleans girl at heart, she now lives in Dallas with her husband and son. 

If she’s not working on her latest sexy story, you can find her reading, watching reality television, or indulging in her unhealthy addiction to rockstars, er, rock concerts. Yeah, that's it. She is the National Bestselling Author of The Loving on the Edge series from Berkley Heat.






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Need You Tonight (Loving on the Edge, #5)Need You Tonight by Roni Loren
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

Need You Tonight by Roni Loren is a 2014 Berkley publication. I was provided a copy of this book in exchange for an honest review.
Tessa catches her husband Doug and her best friend in throes of passion. Doug says some nastier things than usual and now it's D-I-V-O-R-C-E. Doug is all Tessa has really known. She has dated him since high school and has built a life around him. They had a financially comfortable exsistance and Tessa mainly worked with charitable organizations.


Out with the girls one night Tessa meets "Van". A hot night with a hot guy is just what Tessa needs to give her back a little of the confidence Doug has stolen from her. When Tessa and Van are put in a dangerous situation that requires an ambulance, Van, aka - Kade is stunned to discover that his "Contessa" is Tessa, the girl he was head over heels in love with in high school. Kade was a very different guy back then. He was the smart guy that tutored those having trouble with their grades, and he had an unfortunate speech impediment that caused him to be teased a lot. This is a stark contrast with the current day Kade, a good looking and successful guy that has his pick of women. Once Kade realizes who he just spent a hot night with he is determined to keep her in his sights.


It took Tessa awhile to realize that Kade was Kaden from high school. Her ex- husband had bullied Kaden and had beaten him up badly on one occasion. With Doug continuing to harrass Tessa, her eyes open up to the kind of man Doug really is and always was. In the meantime, Kade introduces Tessa to his world of sex clubs and threesomes among other things. Tessa has been in a plain vanilla sexual relationship due to Doug's idea of how a wife should behave in the bedroom. So. while uncomfortable with some things, Tessa agrees to go along with Kade in his sex games, and finds she enjoys it.


I will tell you all the plain simple truth. I don't usually read this type of erotica. I'm just too old for this type of romance novel to appeal to me. I signed on to do a blog tour for this book and asked to review without realizing fully what type of erotica we were talking about, which is my fault. So, I must admit this is not my cup of tea, but I did like the story sans the BDSM parts. I liked how Kade transformed himself into a confident sucessful man and I loved how the lovers have a second chance at a relationship now that Tessa has seen Doug's true colors. I also liked Tessa's sexual awakening and this could still have happened without the belts and menage, which is outside my normal comfort zone. Having said all that , I still enjoyed the book for the most part . Doug getting his comuppance was maybe the highlight of the book and much deserved. If you are into this genre of romance then I really think you will like this book. It has a good love story and a strong plot and not just a enough conversation to warrant the sex scenes.
Overall I will give this book a B.

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