Feature Friday ~ One Hour Girl by LeTeisha Newton #ERom #Romance #Playlist @LeTeishaNewton @AnchoredBooksPR

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One Hour Girl, The Lost Series Book #1

Genre: Contemporary Romance

From International Bestselling Author, LeTeisha Newton, February 29th, 2016!

Celeste Askew isn’t perfect. Not by far. Her childhood was dark and destructive, her family torn apart by greed and secrets.

So she learned to cope.

During her days she’s a paralegal in a prestigious firm. But by night, she’s an escort, addicted to dangerous situations, rough sex, and money. This is what she knows, what she craves, and what keeps her stable.

Ms. Perfection is kept happy because Ms. Whore keeps the darkness at bay.

Until she meets Royce Mattherson, L.A.’s most eligible bachelor, and billionaire. No that his life was much better. His past was just as dark, just as twisted, and they find that they can give each other those dirty moments. Love wasn’t supposed to be a part of it.

It never was.

Her heart is off limits, and he doesn’t have one to give. The found a way to break the rules anyway.

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He thinks I’m his forever girl, I saw it in his eyes. I wished I could have slapped the look off his face and hit him with the same jarring finality I’d learned I didn’t mean shit.

I’m not a forever sort of girl.

I’m not even his for the night.

He’ll be lucky if I’m his for the next hour if he doesn’t pay me for it.

And then Royce Mattherson stormed my defenses. Took all the poison inside of me and pushed it out through my pores. He tasted the taint on my skin and still decided to love me. He terrifies me. Exhilarates me. Frustrates me.

And he always gets what he wants.

Always…

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“No, I tried to give you something better than a simple fuck and you degraded yourself down to a lower level. If this is what you want, I’m more than willing to give it to you,” he said roughly and then slid a key card into the panel on the wall. The button with a P lit up and he pressed it. The glass misted so that we couldn’t see people on the other side. A neat trick. That hadn’t happened when I’d come before, although, I hadn’t been heading to the penthouse suite either.

“So that’s your excuse? Because you had your hands between my thighs before dinner it’s a problem? You have got to be shitting me,” I told him.

“You’ve got a dirty mouth, and I can think of much more nasty things you could be doing with it,” he snapped.

“Yeah, and I’m really good at them too. Want to see how far I can swallow you down? No gag reflex, big boy. I promise you’ll enjoy it. What if I lick your balls at the same time? One of your sophisticated sticks ever do that for you?”

“Shut up,” he roared at me, but I didn’t. He was a bastard, and I wanted him. I needed him, and he was making me feel cheap. So what if I was a whore, I was worth every fucking penny that I charged, but I was a woman. I knew who I was. I was strong, and I knew what I needed. He wasn’t going to scare me. Fuck him.

“Oh, Pretty Boy, you didn’t like that? Come on, baby, live a little.”

“Don’t call me that.” The words were harsh as he forced them out between his teeth.

“What Pretty Boy? Baby?” When his gaze narrowed I laughed. I didn’t know what was wrong with me. Hell, I didn’t even know where we’d gone wrong in the car. He’d enjoyed touching me. He liked the way I spiraled out of control. I’d loved it. And now he wanted to be a little shit.

Fuck him!

“How the hell did you survive long enough in you line of work to fucking get paid?” he asked me as the elevator stopped.

“Test my mouth and find out, baby.”

He roared. He stood in the middle of a room surrounded by glass, giving glimpses to the lit up city around them. In the center of the sophistication that only his type of money could buy, he roared. I stopped, staring at him.

“Did that hurt?” I taunted. He shouldn’t be able to be mad. He shouldn’t be able to toss me off like I was nothing. He chased me. He’d offered me triple my rate just to take me on dates for five nights and screw my brains out. He’d reached out after his fundraiser. I hadn’t asked him for a fucking thing.

“What the fuck is your problem? Huh? Who gives a fuck what I paid for tonight? Is it any different than taking you out to the restaurant, buying you gifts, parading your around before cameras to make you famous? Is paying you cash right in your hand for ass any different than me wanting to treat you like a woman that I want in my bed?”

He took two swift steps forward, and I stumbled back. He caught me in his hard arms, lifting me off the ground until we were face to face. I gripped his shoulders to keep my balance. My hair swirled around us. The strands fluttered over his nose, lifting and falling as he breathed roughly.

What was wrong with me?

I didn’t know how to do normal. I didn’t understand it. What he wanted was impossible.

“I can’t,” I said, not able to say the rest. I don’t know what he saw in my eyes as I fought the panic back. No, no, no, no. I couldn’t do this. He couldn’t touch my heart. That’s not where he was supposed to be. I refused.

“Put me down,” I begged him.

“You don’t want me to,” he said, and the wonder I saw cross his face had me fighting to get out of his arms. I couldn’t breathe. The walls were closing in. No. Not normal. I couldn’t be what he wanted. I couldn’t. I was filthy, used, tossed aside.

I was better for nothing more than a fuck.

He couldn’t see it, but he would. He had to see it. I knew it was right there on the surface.

“Look at me,” he urged, but I turned my face away as far as I could, feeling the strain in my neck. I clawed at his shoulder.

“Fuck me and get it over with,” I told him.

“Listen to yourself. You fighting to get out my arms but you’re telling me to take you. Do you think I can do that? Look at me!” he yelled.

I swung my head back to look at him. His face had softened, the anger gone. He lifted a hand and palmed my cheek. So tender. So soft. I couldn’t handle it. I shattered. Great sobs wracked me as he pulled me tighter into his arms, holding me close. My struggles meant nothing as he fell with me to the floor and rocked me. He slid off my shoes and curled me into his lap.

Royce Mattherson, one of the richest men in America, sat on the floor and rocked L.A.’s greatest whore. He was clean, sweet, and normal. He was cocky, rough, and domineering, but he held me like I was priceless. I couldn’t fight the tears, and I didn’t try to.

 

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Writing professionally since 2008, LeTeisha has spanned from Fantasy to Interracial Romance on her road to getting the jumping characters out of her head. Most days she’s pretty color blind, unless it’s a great shade of red (then she can’t ignore it). Other times she’s plotting her next twenty books and then remembering that the computer can’t read her thoughts and doesn’t type at lightning speed. Either way, she just can’t seem to get enough of quill to paper…or eh…keyboard strokes, apparently.

 

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Spotlight ~ Sin’s Pleasure by LeTeisha Newton #ERom #BDSM #MustRead @LeTeishaNewton @EvernightPub

 
Title: Sin’s Pleasure
Series: Happily Never Happened #1
Author: LeTeisha Newton
What if Happily Ever Afters were from a place called Elsia? What if they kept that world going and intact? And what if the Fairy Godmother, young and naive, got it wrong?
 
Welcome to Happily Never Happened, where fairy tales are real, sexier than sin, and sweeter than deliverance. Where Fantasy Ave is a place to see your pleasures satisfied, and the stakes raised – for a price. And then meet the ladies of Fantasy Ave, hidden gems in our world, who come from the world of Elsia, escaping the hell of their Happily Ever Afters, and offered the chance, with one last wish, to find love again.
 
SIN married her Prince Charming, escaping into the palace and becoming one of the four queens that ruled Elsia. That glass slipper seemed to fit on the right foot – that was until Charming showed her that she meant nothing to him, and even less to others after her story was over. Sin recreated herself, tossing aside her tiara and ballgown, for stilettos and a whip – because she calls the shots now. Never again is she going to be someone’s sub who doesn’t know the meaning of Dominance, and never again is she going to let someone open her heart again.
 
And she’s right. Someone can’t do it. She needs two: Tobias, her trusted bodyguard, and Zuriah, a wolf of Rose’s pack, to claim her, and show her just how much she’s missing. Show her how much Charming didn’t know about love, and that being broken only means that she can be fixed.
 
Now available from Evernight Publishing Naughty Fairy Tales, be ready to delve into a hot read of desire, love, and redemption.
 
 
 

 

 

Writing professionally since 2008, LeTeisha has spanned from Fantasy to Interracial Romance on her road to getting the jumping characters out of her head. Most days she’s pretty color blind, unless it’s a great shade of red (then she can’t ignore it). Other times she’s plotting her next twenty books and then remembering that the computer can’t read her thoughts and doesn’t type at lightning speed. Either way, she just can’t seem to get enough of quill to paper…or eh…keyboard strokes, apparently.
 
 

 

Could You Ever Love a Beast? … Bella’s Beast by LeTeisha Newton #Paranormal #NaughtyFairyTales @AuthorLeTeishaNewton @EvernightPub

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Who could ever love a Beast?

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What if you had no choice but to try?

Isabella Thomas has a problem that she can’t take care of. Her brother, Nate Thomas, is a compulsive gambler that can’t say know to the rush of another big win—no matter the losses that have taken everything from Isabella to save him.

This time, Isabella has no house, car, or funds to give up for collateral and her only option is Elijio Vargas, the Beast of the Darkness, a man cursed to walk in the daylight as a wolf. The Beast chooses to save her brother—under one condition: Nate’s debt is now Isabella’s, and the new deal is for her body.

Isabella can’t stop herself from giving in to Elijio, and he can’t stop himself from remembering that he does have a heart, and she’s quickly stealing it. Will Isabella be saved, or will Elijio have to show just how much of a beast he has to be?

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She stared at Elijio’s broad back, so in awe that she felt her blood quickening as he moved. His muscles rolled under the black T-shirt he wore, his long legs eating up the distance in dark jeans. His attire didn’t fit the home in any way. He struck his own path. Had she lost her mind? She’d planned to do this, give herself to save her brother, but the reality was more than she bargained for. She had seen the heat in his eyes, the bulge in his pants when he’d told her how she’d pay him. She had no doubt that he would make demands on her body.

I’d pay him, her subconscious screamed, and Bella shook her head. She had to be going crazy. She was supposed to be meeting her fate as a dutiful and honor bound sister, not an eager woman wanting the touch of a man who set her soul on fire. She tried to be the former, but her body was acting the latter. Elijio pulled a slim phone out of his back pocket as she followed him, and she heard, barely, his conversation.

“I need Pace … Yes.” He paused with the phone to his ear. “It’s Elijio. Pace, I’ll pay the debt for Nate Thomas.” Elijio raised one eyebrow before narrowing his eyes and spoke slowly into the phone. “He’s covered. He needs to be home, in one piece and no worse than he is right now, within the hour.” He paused once more, listening into the phone. His voice, when he spoke again, was colder than ice. “Don’t make me find you, Pace. We both know that isn’t what you want.” He listened again. “Good. I’ll have the amount wired. How much? Done.” He disconnected the call and slid the phone back in his pocket.

“Twenty million,” he said to her.

“What?” she stammered.

“That’s how much your brother is in for. Twenty million. I’ve taken care of it. If you need the proof, my butler will bring you the paperwork and you’ll get proof of life within the hour.”

Bella stumbled, nearly falling, but Elijio spun and grabbed her, faster than should have been possible. She sucked in her breath, that same familiar shock twisting through her. Heat blazed over her nerve endings as she curled her fingers, gripping his biceps in confusion. No one, ever in her life, could make her lose her head like he could. His eyes dilated as he started at her, nostrils flaring as he inhaled roughly. His tongue flicked out of his mouth, as he ran it over his lips, tasting the air. God help her, but she wanted him to taste her. She gripped him harder, pulling him toward her without even realizing what she was doing until his face was close to hers. She felt heavy, her pussy throbbing with her heartbeat and her mouth going dry. She wondered what he would taste like. If his tongue would be slick and cool, or hot and damp. She wanted him. She wanted to give in. She couldn’t look away from those eyes.

“Please,” she whimpered, not sure if she was asking for his kiss, or begging him to release his spell on her. She gasped, but before she could say anything, his mouth was on hers. His tongue slid into her lips, sliding wetly against hers. He didn’t ask, or seek, he dominated. He disentangled her arms from his biceps and made her clasp her hands up over his shoulders and behind his neck. His strong hands gripped her head, turning her head for a better fit. His lips, full and yet firm, glided over hears with masterful ease. She moaned, the juice-laced taste of his tongue making her head spin. No other part of his body other than his hands and mouth touched hers, but she felt the connection deep in her gut. Her nipples hardened, her stomach shook, and her pussy moistened. This was desire, this was lust. All thoughts of being here for payment flew from her mind.

She couldn’t think of any reason not to be in his arms. It felt too right. Too explosive to ignore. She pushed against him. The rock solid shape of his abs slid against her ribcage as her breasts were crushed against his diaphragm. Again she was struck by his height, and the way he curved around her. Her touch must of triggered something because he gathered her up into his arms and lifted her off her feet. He broke the kiss and nipped her bottom lip. She swallowed convulsively as he sucked his way down the side of her throat. He bit at the pulse at the base of her throat.

“Ah,” she cried out as he licked the sting away, only to do it again.

This man was rearranging her, and she couldn’t fight it. She sank into him, tightening her arms around his neck and sliding her fingers into his hair.

He growled, the sound rumbling through her as he pushed her up against a wall. The shock of the cold had her arching her back, forcing her body even closer to him. The shift rubbed his cock over her teasingly. She wrapped her legs around him on instinct and he ground his cloth-covered cock against her. Her thighs shook as she held him close and fought the urge to open wider for him. She whimpered and moaned. She thrashed against him and pulled him close. She fell under the wave of his desire as he took her mouth again in a punishing kiss. She could do nothing more than hold him tight against her. His hands left her back and traced their way to her front. He lifted enough away from her to mold her breasts, plumping them with skillful strokes.

“That’s right, baby, give in,” he said, and his voice galvanized her. What was she doing?

“Stop,” she said, between deep breaths. His eyes flared with something, something she couldn’t described before he stepped back, letting her fall to her feet hard enough to jar her teeth.

“You knew what you were here for.”

“Give me a second,” she said.

“I did my part of the bargain, but it’s just as easy to change it. Each time you sleep with me, it’ll take a million off your debt. I’m sure this is the best paying job you’ve had in your life.” Before she could think she reached up and slapped him, the sound echoing in the hallway. Her hand stung from the impact. Elijio roared. Actually stepped back from her, crouched, and roared. The sound filled the hallway, and sending fear curling through her.

He didn’t look like a man. His teeth were sharp, like canines, his face twisting and contorting until he didn’t look human, and his eyes snapping to gold. She screamed, frozen, until he took a step forward.

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Writing professionally since 2008, LeTeisha has spanned from Fantasy to Interracial Romance on her road to getting the jumping characters out of her head. Most days she’s pretty color blind, unless it’s a great shade of red (then she can’t ignore it). Other times she’s plotting her next twenty books and then remembering that the computer can’t read her thoughts and doesn’t type at lightning speed. Either way, she just can’t seem to get enough of quill to paper…or eh…keyboard strokes, apparently.

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