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Disheveled (Book 1 in the #UCC Saga)
Re-release Date July 29th (Previously released in the Anthology Intrigue. With added and extended scenes).
Release price special: .99c (for the first week)
Regular price: $2.99 (After release week)
Blurb:
What do a high end brothel, a sexy womanizing lawyer and demanding stranger have in common? Delilah Jameson. It's time for this art gallery owner to put on her big girl panties and choose wisely. |
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EXCERPT
Clap clap clapRuby was trying to get our attention, letting us know that the show was about to start. What show, you ask? The kind that had us drooling and imagining filthy activities in the privacy of our bedrooms. Well, except for Em, she just wrote it for the world to read about and enjoy.
With a collective sigh, we all turned to the room-length mahogany bar and made ourselves comfortable. Enter Raùl. That’s right. The highlight of our week was the hunk of Cuban man serving drinks just for us. I thought I heard Emmeline moan, Ava’s hand had mysteriously disappeared beneath the table, and I was pretty sure drool was easing out of the corners of my mouth. I instinctively brought my hand to my parted lips and wiped off my imaginary dribble. With a year round tan that came only from perfect genes, hair black as night, and a smile that made women drop their panties and spread their legs, Raùl mixed, shook, and poured the ingredients for our traditional margaritas. Cue in the porn music, right there. As always, he knew exactly what each of us drank, our favorite flavors, and just the right amount of alcohol to keep us steady on our designer stilettos. Every time he topped off a glass, he looked over at the destined party and flashed his orgasm-inducing smile. Cue in sparkle for his teeth, right there. “God, what I wouldn’t do to ride that train, right about now.” Those words were supposed to stay in my head, but of course they spilled from between my lips like running diarrhea.
“Well, unless you have an eight inch dick hidden between those gorgeous thighs of yours, babe, this is about as close as you’re getting to the station.” Fucking Buzz-Kill-Bethany.
About Eva LeNoir
Eva LeNoir grew up travelling with her parents to various countries in the world. Reading was her constant companion during her travels and her ability to adapt to different cultures fed her mind with endless possibilities. The characters swimming in her head are always from various horizons with a multitude of dreams and aspirations. However, all of these voices always have one thing in common: The women are strong and independent. A true believer in the female cause, Eva's wish is to portray the women in her books as the leaders. She sees them walking hand in hand with their partners and not be the sheepish followers of the male gender. But most of all, Eva LeNoir wants to offer her readers a moment of pleasure as they dive into the world of her mind's creation.
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