Saturday, November 30, 2013

Night Moves Blog Tour Stop and Giveaway!! Honk Honk!

Night Moves (G-Man #3)
by: Andrea Smith
Night Moves (G-Man, #3)
There's a new Alpha in town . . . and he's a Brit!

Darcy Nicole Sheridan, is 22 years-old, beautiful, single, spirited, sexy and - spoiled. She knows that about herself. Raised by wealthy (and doting) parents as an only child, Darcy pretty much coasts through life until her heart was inexplicably broken by her boyfriend, Darin.

To ease the pain, Darcy flies to Belize over the holidays fully intending to wallow in self-pity and distance herself from her ex. Her pity party is short-lived however, after observing a very handsome, very intriguing man on the beach. Darcy becomes the focus of the smokin' hot, wealthy and somewhat mysterious 'E.J.'

Soon she finds herself entangled with an alpha like no other… Her world is rocked by a series of events that will forever change the course of her life, showing her what love is all about; and forcing her to come to terms with hidden sexual pleasures only one man could fulfill…
5 Oh My God, Andrea is THE SHIT stars!
My Review:
Well, hell. Andrea Smith can write! That bitch is bad ass! She is by far one of my favorite authors, ever. When I hear she is about ready to release a new book, I get so giddy I can hardly contain myself.
This is Darcy's book. After reading G-Man #2, I could not wait for Darcy's book. I was hoping and praying she was next! Darcy is a spoiled, born with a silver spoon in her mouth girl who knows it. That doesn't make me love her any less! She is promised a very good position with her daddy's company, but one day he decides, nope, it's time Miss Darcy learns to earn her keep. He up and sells half the company to Easton.
 Easton, aka EJ, is a gorgeous, sexy Brit who can melt your panties right off. Easton is very controlled and doesn't even believe he is capable of love. But, ho ho ho, he is about to meet his match! He is set to mentor Darcy and help her earn her way up. He mentors her alright, in and out of the boardroom. Why, you've got a kinky side there Mr. Easton. Love it!
After all this we got going on, guess what else we get. Yes, folks, we finally meet back up with Lindsey and the Rat Bastard. And this meeting will have you on the edge of your seat about ready to gnaw your friggin' nails off!
This is truly a smutworthy, award winning book and I cannot wait to see Andrea Smith sky rocket straight to the top. Don't forget the little people, girl! Buy this book!
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And now.... a little teasy poo for ya!
I awoke with a start; my wrists were painfully sore. Then I remembered. I felt a smile play on my lips as my fingers massaged the tender flesh on one wrist, soothing the skin that had been chaffed by the handcuffs My ankles had been bound together tightly with leather straps which in my mind had been worse but I'd understood the necessity of it. Easton had been about inflicting pain last night, not pleasure. Well that's not altogether true; the pain had brought me pleasure not that he'd intended it to but it had nonetheless.
I snuggled back against him, feeling his arms tighten protectively around me. He was stirring and I knew he hadn't slept well last night. He'd tossed and turned, repositioning himself a half dozen times around me asking me if I was okay. I knew he'd been apprehensive about how I'd react to my punishment; concerned that he'd crossed the line with me or maybe with himself, but I'd leapt across that line, hands and feet bound tightly together into his world of discipline and respect and I understood the rules now; I comprehended this man.
I rolled over to face him, looking up into his smoldering gray eyes that were studying me intently. Was he concerned I'd flee from his bed? Not a chance. I was still naked beneath his sheets. I could still feel his cum dripping from me. My God! We'd fucked most of the night - after the punishment had been dispensed with that is. I'd never been with a man that had a sexual appetite comparable to Easton's. It was as if he'd been on a mission to bury himself in me, and despite my reddened behind and sore wrists and ankles, I hadn't wanted him to stop.  
He lowered his mouth to mine, kissing my lips softly.
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