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NEW:  Part-Time Lover By Lauren Blakely

6/1/2018

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PART-TIME LOVER promises full-time satisfaction…
What do you get when you mix a charming British hero, a temporary marriage of convenience, and a smart & sassy heroine? PART-TIME LOVER, the brand new, standalone rom-com from #1 New York Times bestseller Lauren Blakely! Get your copy of PART-TIME LOVER now!
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~Christian~
My little mermaid has swum back into my waters. I have half a mind to toss her on my shoulder and walk out of here right now. 
But, there’s the little issue of not being a caveman. 
Unless she wants me to be one in bed, and we’re not there yet. 
For now, the gentleman is up, and the caveman is standing down. 
“And why does that come from me?”
“Because a woman that bold, a woman who took pictures, a woman who shouted bravo, is a woman who’s going to show.”
A smile crosses her pretty pink lips. “Of course I wasn’t going to back out.”
“Damn, I wish we’d gone to the same Jane.” Finally, I can enjoy a close-up view of the lovely lady who caught my interest, and the view is worth the wait. Her dark hair curls over her shoulders in thick waves. Her chocolate-brown eyes are warm and inviting, and her black glasses intrigue me. I’ve always loved a woman in glasses. While I haven’t been pining for her for the last year—honestly, that would make me a pathetic twit—I am ridiculously pleased that our friends are friends. “And I’d like to know who the hell thought it was a good idea to have two Janes.”
She narrows her eyes. “I’d like to find that person and give him a piece of my mind. I’d like to tell him I was most dissatisfied to learn of the mix-up.”
I inch closer. “And if we’d seen each other that night, you would have been…most satisfied.”
Her mouth widens—those lips are so damn enticing—and she points at me. “You are cocky.”
“But what if it’s true? Is it cocky then?”
“Since that night has passed, I’m not sure we’ll ever know,” she says coyly. It’s clear she likes the cat-and-mouse tease.
“Listen, little mermaid, I may never learn, but I intend to try. What do you say we make sure we don’t miss a second chance at a first date?”
“Are you asking me out when we’re already out?”
My eyes drift briefly to Joy and Griffin, tangled up together, whispering whatevers in each other’s ears. “Shockingly, our friends are amusing themselves without us. Let’s you and I have a night of it. Can I buy you a drink?”
“You may absolutely buy me one. In fact, I’m not even going to attempt to pay for a thing tonight, and I’m going to tell you right now that I’m not going home with you.”
I crack up. “That only makes me want to test the strength of your resolve.”
I set a hand on her back and guide her to the bar. The bartender signals he’ll be over in a minute, so I turn my focus to Elise again. “So, tell me, did you enjoy looking at your nude photos of me?”
She arches a brow. “So, tell me, do you regularly flash the tourists?”
“Ah, so this is how we play it.”
“Yes, this is how we play it. I want to know why you dropped your drawers. Is it a kink of yours?”
“Is it a kink of yours?”
“You don’t get to know my kinks until you answer some questions.”
“But you have kinks you’ll share?”
She moves in closer and whispers near my ear, “We all have kinks. The question is whether mine match yours and vice versa.”
A bolt of lust slams into me. She’s everything I imagined she’d be that night. And I’m more determined than ever to learn more about her. 

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MORE ABOUT PART-TIME LOVER 

I’ll say this about Christian — he made one heck of a first impression. When I first saw the strapping man, he was doing handstands naked on a dock along the canal. His crown jewels were far more entertaining than anything else I’d seen on the boat tour, so I did what any curious woman would do — I took his photo. I might have looked at the shot a few dozen times. Little did I know I’d meet him again, a year later, at a secret garden bar in the heart of the city, where I’d learn that his mind and his mouth were even more captivating. But given the way my heart had been trampled, I wanted only a simple deal — No strings. No expectations. 

Our arrangement worked well enough until the day I needed a lot more from him…
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Let me just say, this whole part-time lover thing was her idea. I’d have gone all-in from the start, but hey, when a gorgeous, brilliant woman invites you into her bed, and only her bed…well, I said yes.
But then, one hysterical phone call from my brother later, begging me to find myself a wife so grandfather’s business stays in the family, and I need a promotion with Elise. Turns out a full-time husband suits her needs too, and a temporary marriage of convenience ought to do the trick, until we can simply untie the knot…

As long as no one finds out…
As long as no one gets hurt…
As long as no one falls in love…
But our ending was one I never saw coming.

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A #1 New York Times Bestselling author, Lauren Blakely is known for her contemporary romance style that's hot, sweet and sexy. She lives in California with her family and has plotted entire novels while walking her dogs. With fourteen New York Times bestsellers, her titles have appeared on the New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal Bestseller Lists more than eighty times, and she's sold more than 2 million books. In June she'll release THE KNOCKED UP PLAN, a standalone contemporary romance. To receive an email when Lauren releases a new book, sign up for her newsletter! 
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Friends to Lovers Romance from Lauren Blakely: SNEAK PEEK of The Knock Up Plan (June 23rd)

6/19/2017

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From #1 NYT Bestselling author Lauren Blakely, comes a new and sexy romance…THE KNOCKED UP PLAN! A standalone romance told in dual POV, THE KNOCKED UP PLAN is about all of the fun, hotness, and heartfelt emotions that come when a single woman asks her gorgeous, jaded, sworn-to-be-single-forever good friend to get the job done. What happens next when he agrees to provide the bun for her oven are lots of hot sexy times and heartfelt moments. Don’t miss the excerpt below, and pre-order your copy today!

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Quickly, I weigh the pros and cons of this unexpected offer to take a ride on his baby-making train. On the one hand, I’m asking him to give me a baby. A person. The least I can do is make it easier for him, right? A clinical exam room has to be up there on the list of unpleasant places to get off. Surely, I wouldn’t want to paddle the pink canoe on a doctor’s table.


On the other hand, sleeping with a friend and a co-worker is a recipe that calls for just the right mix of ingredients. Add too much of a spice, and it tastes awful. Bake too long and it burns. Would we be able to manage all the complications of working together and screwing at the same time?

My mind latches onto the prospect of . . . screwing Ryder Lockhart.

Having sex with the most handsome man I know.

Getting horizontal with this gorgeous, witty, generous man who’s willing to give me a piece of himself.

My stomach has the audacity to swoop.

My skin prickles as my mind fills with images. Undressing him. Undoing his zipper. Guiding him inside me. I lick my lips. My nipples tighten.

Oh dear Lord in Heaven.

It sounds dangerous and divine.

Truth be told, it sounds like a faster route from A to B, too.

And it’s also eons easier than the other way. This is the way it’s done. He’s asking to make my life simpler and to give me my greatest dream.

All I have to do is get naked for him and spread my legs.

Why on earth am I weighing pros and cons? This is all pro.

“You think we could pull this off?” I ask. “Working together and taking baby-making to the next level?”

He scoffs as if it’s incredulous that we couldn’t do that. “You and me—we’re pros. Who else can approach sex from such a practical angle?”

“And this is the practical way to achieve a goal?”

He shrugs playfully. “Practical and more pleasurable. Besides, we’re mature adults, and this is a quicker and better solution.” He takes a beat and pins my gaze. “Unless you don’t think we’d have fun in bed...”

I swallow and quickly dispel that notion. “Oh no. That’s not a worry at all. I’m sure it would be fun.”

He lifts a hand and fingers the end of my hair. “What do you think? Still think I’m a good guy?”

The swoop revisits my belly when he touches me. I nibble on the corner of my lip and fiddle with his collar. “Want to know what I’m thinking?” I ask, coy and flirty.

“That I now win the weirdest thing someone has asked you?”

“Would it be weird? Sex with you?”

“Do you like it weird?”

“I like it hard. I like it good. And I like it a lot.”

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ABOUT THE KNOCK UP PLAN ​

There are three little words most guys don’t want to hear on the first date. Not those…I mean these… “knock me up.”

This single gal has had enough of the games, the BS and the endless chase. I know what I want most, and it’s not true love. It’s a bun in the oven, and I’m not afraid to hit up my sex-on-a-stick co-worker to do the job. Ryder is gorgeous, witty and charming — and he’s also a notorious commitment-phobe. That makes him the perfect candidate to make a deposit in the bank of me.

I won’t fall for him, he won’t fall for me, and there’s no way baby will make three. 
Right?

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There are four words every guy wants to hear on the first date — “your place or mine?”

When my hot-as-sin co-worker makes me a no-strings-attached offer that involves her place, my place, any place — as well as any position — I can’t refuse. Besides, I've got my own reasons to take her up on her deal even with her one BIG condition.

There’s no way I’ll want more from one woman than any position, any where, any night? Except . . . what if I do?

Note: Be prepared to swoon and fan yourself from the heat! This full-length standalone contains lots of hot baby-making s-e-x, happy tears, naughty jokes and a hot, swoonworthy hero you will fall madly in love with. 

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A #1 New York Times Bestselling author, Lauren Blakely is known for her contemporary romance style that's hot, sweet and sexy. She lives in California with her family and has plotted entire novels while walking her dogs. With fourteen New York Times bestsellers, her titles have appeared on the New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal Bestseller Lists more than eighty times, and she's sold more than 2 million books. In June she'll release THE KNOCKED UP PLAN, a standalone contemporary romance. To receive an email when Lauren releases a new book, sign up for her newsletter! 
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Exclusive Book Trailer & Pre-order:  Joy Ride by Lauren Blakely (May 1st)

4/28/2017

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✮✮✮ JOY RIDE is now available
for preorder across all retailers! ✮✮✮


From the #1 New York Times Bestselling author of FULL PACKAGE and BIG ROCK, comes a hot & hilarious new standalone romantic comedy...

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MORE ABOUT JOY RIDE

Let's be honest, ladies. A good man is a lot like the perfect car. You want a hot body, an engine that purrs, and superior performance under the hood...for the best joy ride of your life.

I'm at your service. Ready to go all night long.

But then a wildly sexy brunette appears in my life and throws a wrench in all my plans. She's fiery, she's talented, she's gorgeous, and I'd really like to know what makes her engine hum.

Henley also happens to be my biggest rival, and now we're forced to work together every day on the most important custom car build of my career. The trouble is I can't quite figure out if she wants to kick me in the lug nuts or beg me to give her a good, hard fuel injection. Until one night that question is answered on the hood of a sports car when she calls out my name three times. And we can't seem to put on the brakes.

If sleeping with the enemy is a bad idea, how much more dangerous would it be to fall in love with her?


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About Lauren Blakely:

A #1 New York Times Bestselling author, Lauren Blakely is known for her contemporary romance style that's hot, sweet and sexy. She lives in California with her family and has plotted entire novels while walking her dogs. With fourteen New York Times bestsellers, her titles have appeared on the New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal Bestseller Lists more than seventy-five times, and she's sold more than 1.5 million books. In May she'll release JOY RIDE, a standalone romantic comedy. To receive an email when Lauren releases a new book, sign up for her newsletter!
 
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EXCLUSIVE BOOK TRAILER:  The HOT One by Lauren Blakely

2/14/2017

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The HOT One by Laur​en Blakely releases on February 27th, and
we are honored to present the SEXY Book Trailer of this highly anticipated standalone!  

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A sexy new standalone romance from #1 New York Times Bestselling Author Lauren Blakely...

At first glance, stripping naked at my ex-girlfriend’s place of work might not seem like the brightest way to win her back.

But trust me on this count – she always liked me best without any clothes on. And sometimes you’ve got to play to your strengths when you’re fighting an uphill battle. As a lawyer, I know how to fight, and I’m prepared to fight hard for her. I might have let her slip through my fingers the last time, but no way will that happen twice.

He's the one who got away…

The nerve of Tyler Nichols to reappear like that, stripping at my job, showing off his rock hard body that drove me wild far too many nights. That man with his knowing grin and mischievous eyes is nothing but a cocky, arrogant jerk to saunter back into my life. Except, what if he’s not…?
He's the one I've tried like hell to forget but just can't. Maybe I’m cursed to remember him. My money is on him being the same guy he always was, but what's the harm in giving him a week to prove he’s a new man? I won't fall for him again.

But how do you resist the hot one?

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A #1 New York Times Bestselling author, Lauren Blakely is known for her contemporary romance style that's hot, sweet and sexy. She lives in California with her family and has plotted entire novels while walking her dogs. With fourteen New York Times bestsellers, her titles have appeared on the New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal Bestseller Lists more than seventy-five times, and she's sold more than 1.5 million books. In February she'll release THE HOT ONE, a standalone contemporary romance. To receive an email when Lauren releases a new book, sign up for her newsletter!
          
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EXCLUSIVE SNEAK PEEK:  Full Package by Lauren Blakely

1/5/2017

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FULL PACKAGE by Lauren Blakely is her hilarious standalone is NOW LIVE!  Read a sexually charged EXCLUSIVE EXCERPT of this friends-to-lovers romance and find out how Chase finds himself " stuck between a rock and a sexy roommate"  AND WIN a $25 Amazon Gift Card! 

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“I like everything that makes a man a man,” she says. “The hair.”
        She drags her hand through mine, and my eyes float closed. I savor her touch and the way desire shoots through my body from that simple act of her touching my hair.
        “I like a masculine jawline,” she says. She drags her thumb across mine, and lust curls like hot flames inside me.
        I open my eyes and swallow harshly. I don’t say a word. I don’t have to. She’s crafting a soliloquy to the male form, and I’m her muse right now. “I love stubble,” she continues as she touches my face, demonstrating all her likes. Then her hand drifts to my arm. “And strong arms and muscles.”
        Her hand darts to my belly. Her eyes twinkle with mischief. She drops her voice to a sexy whisper. “I love a little happy trail, too.”
        And the fire goes wild. It torches my blood. It fucking consumes me. I’m not sure I’ll ever cool off.
        “Men just turn me on. But I don’t want to be in a threesome.”
        “What do you want?”
        She juts up her shoulder. “One guy who wants me the way I want him.”
        Fuck this roommate situation. Fuck New York City housing. Fuck the horrors of finding four walls. I want to be that guy so badly.
        “You should be worshipped. You deserve it,” I say, my voice thick with lust I can’t hide. “You’re perfect.”
        Her lips part, and soft words fall from them. “So are you.”
        Here we are on the diddle couch, talking about what turns us on. I don’t know how I ever thought I could cordon off sex from friendship and lust from emotion, but with Josie staring at me with heat in her green eyes, I have to exercise every ounce of my self-control.
        Fortunately, she stands up and saves me from me. She smacks her forehead. “Totally forgot. I need to wash my hair.” She nods. “I think I got some seven-layer bar in it.”
        “Yeah. You should wash the seven layers from your hair.”
        She turns the corner and heads to the bathroom.
        This time I know she’s not retreating. She’s not crying. She’s not sad. She’s turned on.
        A minute later, the water cranks on, the beat of the shower stream pounding against the tile. I close my eyes, my breath already coming hard, and I picture her naked. In my fantasy, I stand there, watching her. Her hands slide over her full breasts then slip between her legs. She doesn’t even need her toy right now, she’s so worked up.
        And so the fuck am I. My dick is going to punish me if I don’t deal with these epic levels of arousal right now.
        Fuck it.
        I can’t stand this anymore. I’ve got to do something about this roommate situation.

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About the book

From the New York Times Bestselling author of MISTER O and BIG ROCK, comes a hot & hilarious new standalone romantic comedy...

I've been told I have quite a gift.

Hey, I don't just mean in my pants. I've got a big brain too, and a huge heart of gold. And I like to use all my gifts to the fullest, the package included. Life is smooth sailing....

Until I find myself stuck between a rock and a sexy roommate, which makes for one very hard...place.

Because scoring an apartment in this city is harder than finding true love. So even if I have to shack up with my buddy's smoking hot and incredibly amazing little sister, a man's got to do what a man's got to do.

I can resist Josie. I'm disciplined, I'm focused, and I keep my hands to myself, even in the mere five-hundred square feet we share. Until the one night she insists on sliding under the covers with me. It'll help her sleep after what happened that day, she says.

Spoiler-neither one of us sleeps.

Did I mention she's also one of my best friends? That she's brilliant, beautiful and a total firecracker? Guess that makes her the full package too.

What's a man stuck in a hard place to do?


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It's not just the motion of the ocean, ladies. It's definitely the SIZE of the boat too. 

And I've got both firing on all cylinders. In fact, I have ALL the right assets. Looks, brains, my own money, and a big c&$k.

You might think I'm an as%*$le. I sound like one, don’t I? I'm hot as sin, rich as heaven, smart as hell and hung like a horse.

Guess what? You haven't heard my story before. Sure, I might be a playboy, like the NY gossip rags call me. But I’m the playboy who’s actually a great guy. Which makes me one of a kind. 

The only trouble is, my dad needs me to cool it for a bit. With conservative investors in town wanting to buy his flagship Fifth Avenue jewelry store, he needs me not only to zip it up, but to look the part of the committed guy. Fine. I can do this for Dad. After all, I’ve got him to thank for the family jewels. So I ask my best friend and business partner to be my fiancée for the next week. Charlotte’s up for it. She has her own reasons for saying yes to wearing this big rock.

And pretty soon all this playing pretend in public leads to no pretending whatsoever in the bedroom, because she just can’t fake the kind of toe-curling, window-shattering orgasmic cries she makes as I take her to new heights between the sheets.

But I can’t seem to fake that I might be feeling something real for her.

What the hell have I gotten myself into with this…big rock?


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Since self-publishing her debut romance novel CAUGHT UP IN US over three years ago, Lauren Blakely has sold more than 1.5 million books. She is known for her sexy contemporary romance style that's full of heat, heart and humor. A devout fan of cake and canines, Lauren has plotted entire novels while walking her four-legged friends. She lives in California with her family. With thirteen New York Times bestsellers, her titles have appeared on the New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal Bestseller Lists more than seventy times. Her bestselling series include Sinful Nights, Seductive Nights, No Regrets, Caught Up in Love, and Fighting Fire as well as standalone hit romances like BIG ROCK, MISTER O, WELL HUNG, and THE SEXY ONE which were all instant New York Times Bestsellers. In January she'll release FULL PACKAGE, a standalone romantic comedy. To receive an email when Lauren releases a new book, sign up for her newsletter! laurenblakely.com/newsletter.
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EXCLUSIVE EXCERPT + GIVEAWAY:  The Only One by Lauren Blakely 

12/3/2016

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Exclusive Excerpt:  1001 Dark Nights: The Only One 
Lauren Blakely

 As I reach into my makeup bag, I scroll to the bottom of the email.
 The last restaurant with an opening is called Gabriel’s.
 I startle as I read the name and, unexpectedly, my breath catches.
That name.
 I freeze, one hand on the mascara wand, the other holding my phone. Even now, years after my valiant attempt to erase that man from my history, his name alone does something to me.
 I’ve dated since him. I’ve had a few serious boyfriends. But there’s still just something about that man. Maybe that’s the curse of experiencing the best sex of your life at age twenty-one. At the time, I figured that sex with Gabriel was so great because I didn’t know better. Now, I’ve learned that sleeping with him was mind-blowing because…sleeping with him was mind-blowing.
 Those three nights in Spain were magical, passionate, and beyond sensual. I’ve tried to implement Gabriel amnesia, but he still lingers in the corners of my mind. Letting go of the mascara tube, I take a breath and tell myself a name is just a name. It’s a mere coincidence that this eatery on my list shares the same name.
 Except…my Gabriel was a cook. A struggling line cook in a small bistro in Barcelona that summer, planning to move to Manhattan for a job here.
 I drop my forehead into my hand as a fresh wave of foolishness crashes over me. What if he’s been here all these years? What if he came to New York and simply didn’t want to see me?     
 What if we’ve been sharing the same island for the last decade? What if he was married when we were together? What if he went home to his wife, his girlfriend, his lover?
 I forced myself to stop playing this what if game ten years ago when he didn’t show for our rendezvous. I booted him from my brain and refused to linger on him, and especially on all the possible reasons why he left me alone.
 Now, he’s all I can think about. I need to know if this Gabriel is my Gabriel.
 When I google the restaurant, I let out an audible groan.
 I blink.
 Blink again.
 Try to still my shaking fingers.
 He’s here. He’s in Manhattan. After a decade, I’m going to come face-to-face with the man who stole my heart and my body.
 I set down my phone and scoop up my dog. “Can I send Lacey instead?”
 She licks my cheek in reply.
 “Is that a yes, Shortcake? As in, you think I should play hooky and spend the day with you and make Lacey do my dirty work?”
 This time she administers a longer tongue-lashing.
  “Most of the time I’m completely content with the fact that you don’t talk,” I tell her. “But today is not one of those days.”
 The mere possibility of seeing him again sets off a storm of warring emotions and confusion inside me. I don’t know what to do about this meeting, what to say to him, how I should act.     
 The one thing I’m certain of is that I need a two-way conversation, so I call my friend Delaney as I pace around my small living room.


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Let's say there was this guy. And he gave you the most mind-blowing night of sex in your life. And you never saw him again. 

Until ten years later.

Now, it turns out he's the ONLY ONE in all of Manhattan whose restaurant is available for my charity's gala. 

The trouble is, he doesn't recognize me.
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This woman I'm working with is so damn alluring. The first time I set eyes on her, I'm captivated and I can't get her out of my mind. Even if it's risky to tango with someone I'm working with, she's a risk I'm willing to take.

The trouble is, she won't give me the time of day.
But I'm determined to change that.

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About Lauren Blakely:

Since self-publishing her debut romance novel CAUGHT UP IN US over three years ago, Lauren Blakely has sold more than 1.5 million books. She is known for her sexy contemporary romance style that's full of heat, heart and humor. A devout fan of cake and canines, Lauren has plotted entire novels while walking her four-legged friends. She lives in California with her family. With twelve New York Times bestsellers, her titles have appeared on the New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal Bestseller Lists more than seventy times. Her bestselling series include Sinful Nights, Seductive Nights, No Regrets, Caught Up in Love, and Fighting Fire as well as standalone hit romances like BIG ROCK, MISTER O, WELL HUNG, and THE SEXY ONE which were all instant New York Times Bestsellers. In January she'll release FULL PACKAGE, a standalone romantic comedy. To receive an email when Lauren releases a new book, sign up for her newsletter! laurenblakely.com/newsletter.
 
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First Look:  The Sexy One by Lauren Blakely

10/12/2016

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​From NYT Bestselling author Lauren Blakely, comes a swoony new standalone romance…THE SEXY ONE!

Want a romance guaranteed to make you melt?
​Get ready to fall in love on October 17th! 
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Sneak Peek

“Your language skills are better than your French-braiding skills,” she teases as she shuts her iPad.
I pretend to be insulted. “So not true. I can do French braids with my eyes closed.”
She shakes her head. “Somehow, I doubt that.”
“I’ll prove it to you.”
She tilts her head, and her hand freezes on her purse. “Prove it?” she asks quietly.
Somehow I’ve thrown a gauntlet I didn’t realize I was tossing. I do the only natural next thing—follow through. “Sure. Got one of those hair tie things?”
She nods slowly. “Yes, but . . .” Her voice trails off. Then she resumes the thought. “You really learned to French braid?”
I nod. “Hayden insisted on it,” I explain then study her face. Her pupils are dilated, and she blinks. Ah hell, I’ve made her wary with my remark. “I don’t have to prove it. I was just teasing,” I say, giving her an out. Mildly flirty comments are one thing—hands in hair are another.
A small grin spreads on her face, as she dips her hand into her purse and produces a black elastic band. “No, I insist. You were horrible last time. Have at it.” 
She drops to the floor, scoots over to me, and with her shoulder, she nudges my right knee.
Hello, slippery slope. Funny to see you again so soon.
Her other shoulder bumps my other knee. There’s no need to think—I widen my legs more and let her settle in between them. I’m seated on the couch, she’s on the floor, and she waits for me to braid her hair. 
As I stare at her lush, blond locks, the breath escapes my lungs. For a moment, it’s as if I’m hovering in a state of suspended want. Like this is the real line we’re crossing. Not me bringing her dessert, or touching the corner of her lips, or gazing at her face longer than I should. Not even sending texts about a pair of wild birds or making comments about showers and nudity.
But this.
Touching her hair.
Fuck, I love her hair.
I slide the tie over my wrist, then gather up some strands near the top of her head. “Confession,” I say in a quiet voice. “I watched a few YouTube videos after you taught me.”
She leans back, and I can feel her smile. “Like I said, prove it.”
“It’s on.” I focus on the task of separating her honey-blond hair into three sections, running my fingers through them like a comb. I lift the first strand and lay it over the middle one, then the left, gathering more hair into the next section.
After I failed at her first French braid lesson, I took it upon myself to learn. I don’t like not being able to master basic skills. A man should be able to braid his daughter’s hair.
And his woman’s hair.
“How does it look?” Her voice sounds a little breathy.
“Like it was braided by a man who learned by watching YouTube videos,” I answer.
She laughs lightly and leans into me more, inching closer. My hands still for a moment. I feel like I’m in high school again. Like I have a crush on a girl, and I don’t know what to do, where to go next, what to say.
The thing is, I do know. I just don’t know that I should. But I know what I want. There’s no doubt in my mind. I want to touch her, to kiss her, to feel her body press against mine. Even the chance to touch her like this is intoxicating, a rush of blood to the head. Her waves of hair are soft, and they feel spectacular falling through my fingers. I can’t picture a single thing besides running my hands through these strands as I kiss her, as I touch her, as she moves beneath me. 

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Let me count the ways why falling into forbidden love is not my wisest move…
1. She works with me every single day.
Did I mention she's gorgeous, sweet, kind and smart?
2. She works in my home.
Playing with my five-year-old daughter. Teaching my little girl. Cooking for my princess. Which means…
3. She's the nanny.
And that makes her completely off-limits…But it doesn’t stop me from wanting her. All of her.

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The other nannies in this city don't call him the Sexy One for nothing. My boss, the amazingly wonderful single father to the girl I take care of every day is ridiculously hot, like movie star levels with those arms, and those eyes, and that body. Not to mention, the way he dotes on his little girl melts me all over. But what really makes my knees weak are the times when his gaze lingers on me. In secret. When no one else is around. 

I can't risk my job for a chance at something more…can I? But I don’t know how to resist him much longer either…


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Since self-publishing her debut romance novel CAUGHT UP IN US three years ago, Lauren Blakely has sold more than 1 million books. She is known for her sexy contemporary romance style that's full of heat, heart and humor. A devout fan of cake and canines, Lauren has plotted entire novels while walking her four-legged friends. She lives in California with her family. With eleven New York Times bestsellers, her titles have appeared on the New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal Bestseller Lists more than sixty times. Her bestselling series include Sinful Nights, Seductive Nights, No Regrets, Caught Up in Love, and Fighting Fire as well as standalone romantic comedies like BIG ROCK, MISTER O and WELL HUNG, which were instant New York Times Bestsellers. In the fall she'll release THE SEXY ONE, a swoony contemporary romance.
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We found BIG ROCK on Goodreads a few months ago and immediately added it to our TBR. Now, we can't wait for this sexy romantic comedy by Lauren Blakely,  It promises to be smokin' hot and heartfelt from the hero's (Spencer's) "cocky" POV.   We love Lauren's comedic writing style and are looking forward to the release of BIG ROCK (standalone) on Thursday, January 6th! 

Read the Prologue and Chapter One of BIG ROCK and be sure to check out MISTER ORGASM (book two in this amazing series) releasing Summer 2016.   You don't want to miss these!!  Good Luck & Enjoy! 

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PROLOGUE
 
My dick is fucking awesome.
            But don’t just take my word for it. Consider all its accomplishments.
            First, let’s start with the obvious one.
            Size.
            Sure, some people will tell you that size does not matter. You know what I’ll tell you? They lie.
            You don’t want a tiny diamond on your finger when you can have three carats. You don’t want a one-dollar bill when you can have a Benjamin. And you don’t want to ride a miniature pony when you can saddle up on a rock-star cock at the rodeo of your pleasure.
            Why? Because bigger is better. It’s more fun. Ask any woman who’s had to utter the dreaded words, “Is it in yet?”
            No woman has ever had to ask me that.
            You’re probably wondering by now—just how big is it? C’mon. A gentleman doesn’t tell. I may fuck like a god, but I’m still a gentleman. I’ll open your door before I open your legs. I’ll hold your coat for you, I’ll pay for dinner, and I’ll treat you like a queen in and out of bed.
            But I get it. You want an image in your mind. A measurement in inches to make your mouth water. Fine. Imagine this. Picture your fantasy-sized cock; mine’s fucking bigger.
            Moving on to looks. Let’s be honest. Some dicks are just motherfucking ugly. I won’t get into all the reasons why. You know what they are, and for now, when it comes to my best asset, all I want you thinking about are these words: long, thick, smooth, hard. If the Renaissance masters were carving sculptures of cocks, mine would be the model for all of them.
            But honestly, none of this would matter if my dick didn’t possess the most important attribute of all.
            Performance.
            Ultimately, a man’s dick should be measured by the number of orgasms it delivers. I’m not talking about the solo flights. That’s cheating. I’m talking about the Os that can make a woman’s back arch, her toes curl, her windows shatter, her world rock.
            How much pleasure has my dick wrought? I don’t kiss and tell, but I’ll leave you with this. My dick has a perfect track record.
            That’s why it fucking sucks that he has to go on hiatus.
 
 Chapter One
 
            Men don’t understand women.
            That’s just a fact of life.
            Like that guy.
            The dude down there at the corner of my bar. His elbow’s on the metal counter in an aren’t-I-casual-and-cool pose. He’s stroking his handlebar mustache, and he’s acting like he’s the best listener in the world as he talks to a hot brunette with red square glasses. But the thing is, he’s staring at her rack.
            Fine, the brunette has nice tits. And I mean ‘nice’ in the sense that they occupy their own zip code.
            But c’mon, man.
            Her eyes are up there. And you’ve got to look at them. Or the lady is going to walk.
            I finish pouring a pale ale for one of our regulars, a businessman who pops in once a week. He’s working the whole my boss sucks for making me travel look, and at the very least I can help him in the drink department.
            “This one’s on the house. Enjoy,” I say, sliding the glass to him.
            “Best news I’ve had all day,” he says with a small quirk of the lips, before he chugs half the glass, and plunks down a three-dollar tip. Nice. The bartenders here who depend on tips will appreciate it. But Jenny had to take off early because her sister had some sort of crisis, so I’m handling the last of the customers, while my business partner, Charlotte, is managing the books.
            As Handlebar leans in closer to Red Square, she backs away, shakes her head, grabs her purse and heads for the exit.
            Yup. I could be a fortuneteller if my specialty was predicting when a man would score and when he wouldn’t. Most of the time, the odds are definitely not in the dude’s favor, because he usually makes the most common bar mistakes. Like, starting the conversation with a stupid pick-up line. “Girl, you make my software turn into hardware.” You might think those lines have all been put out to pasture. I assure you, they have not. Or how about this mistake? The guy has a wandering eye and can’t stop checking out the other attractions. What woman is going to go for that routine?
            The worst bar sin though is assuming. Assuming she wants to talk to you. Assuming she’s going home with you. Assuming you can kiss her without her permission.
            You know what they say happens when you assume.
            But me?
            Just check my diploma. I double majored in college—I have a degree in finance, and a degree in the language of women, and I graduated summa cum laude in that course. I have achieved full fluency in understanding what a woman wants . . . and in giving it to her. I can read the cues, the body language, and the gestures.
            Like right now.
            Charlotte is tapping away on her laptop, and biting the corner of her lip in concentration. Translation: I am on a roll, and do not bother me or I will throat punch you.
            Okay, fine. She’s not really a throat puncher. But the point being, she is giving off major Do Not Disturb vibes.
            Handlebar can’t read, speak or write Woman, though. He’s sauntering along the bar, getting ready to make a move. Thinking he’s got a chance with her.
            From my spot behind the bar, wiping down glasses, I can practically hear him clearing his throat as he preps to say hello to Charlotte.
            I can understand why the man has my best friend in his crosshairs. Charlotte is pretty much a goddess of the highest order. First, she has wavy, blond hair, paired with deep brown eyes. Most blondes have blue eyes, so Charlotte gets major points for the killer reverse combo that just slams you with its unexpectedness and absolute hotness. Next, she possesses a fantastic dry sense of humor.
            Plus, she’s whip smart.
            But Handlebar doesn’t know those last two points. He’s only aware that she’s gorgeous, so he’s about to make his play. He snags the stool next to her, and flashes a toothy grin. She flinches, startled that this guy just invaded her blinders-on work zone.
            Charlotte can totally handle herself. But we made a pact long ago, and re-upped when we went into business together on this bar. If either of us needs a fake girlfriend or boyfriend to gracefully get out of a sticky situation, we’re both cool with acting the part.          
            It’s a game we’ve played since college, and it works like a charm.
            It also works because Charlotte and I would never be a real couple. I need her too much as a friend, and judging from the number of times she’s laughed with me and cried on my shoulder, she needs me too. Which is another reason why this tactic is brilliant—we both know we will never be more than friends.
            I walk around the bar and head straight for Charlotte, right as Handlebar reaches her and says his name, then asks for hers.
            I slide in, and brush a hand on her lower back, as if she’s mine. As if I’m the one who gets to touch this body, thread his fingers through her hair, and look into those eyes. I tilt my head, and flash him the biggest shit-eating grin because I’m the lucky son-of-a-bitch who goes home with her in this scenario. “My fiancée’s name is Charlotte. Nice to meet you. I’m Spencer,” I say, and offer a hand to shake.
            The guy wrinkles his nose like a rabbit, awareness hitting that he’s just struck out again tonight.
            “Have a good night,” he mutters, and scurries out.
            Charlotte tips her chin to me, and shoots an approving nod. “Look at you. Captain Fiancé coming to the rescue,” she says, running a hand along my arm and squeezing my bicep. “I didn’t even see him making the moves.”
            “That’s why you’ve got me. I have eyes everywhere,” I say as I lock the front door. The bar is empty now. It’s just us, like it’s been so many nights at closing time.
            “And usually those peepers are busy scanning for available women,” she says, shooting me an I know you so well stare.
            “What can I say? I like to give my eyes a good workout too, just like the rest of me,” I say, patting my belly.
            Then she yawns.
            “Get to bed,” I tell her.
            “You should, too. Oh wait. You probably have a date.”
            She’s not far off. I usually do.
            Earlier this month, I met a total babe at the gym, and she worked out hard, then worked out even harder with me when I bent her over the back of the couch in my apartment. She texted me the next day, telling me how her thighs were aching, and she’d loved it. She said if I ever made it to Los Angeles would I please look her up, because she wanted to ride my ride again.
            Of course she did. Once you’ve had Dom Perignon, you don’t go want to go back to two-buck chuck.
            I saved her number. You never know, right? Nothing wrong with two adults enjoying the night, and parting ways in the morning with a spring in the step courtesy of multiple Os bestowed.
            That’s how it should be. The first rule of dating is this—always please the woman first, then ideally a second time before you get yours in. The next two are equally simple—don’t get attached, and never ever be a douche. I follow my own rules, and they have given me the good life. I’m twenty-eight, single, rich, hot and a gentleman. Like it’s a surprise when I get laid.
            But tonight, my dick is off-duty. Early bedtime.
            I shake my head in answer to Charlotte’s question as I resume cleaning the counters. “Nah, I have a seven-thirty breakfast tomorrow with my dad and some guy he’s trying to sell the store to. I need to be fresh and ready to impress.”
            She points to the door. “Go get your beauty sleep, Spencer. I’ll close up.”
            “I don’t think so. I came to fill in for Jenny. You go home. I’ll hail you a cab.”
            “You do know I’ve lived in NYC for five years, right? I know how to hail a cab late at night.”
            “I am well aware of your independent ways. But I don’t care—I’m sending you home. Whatever you’re doing here, you can do at your apartment,” I tell her as I toss the washrag in the sink. “Wait. You’re not worried that Bradley Dipstick is going to be roaming around the lobby trying to give you flowers at this time of night?”
            “No. He usually plans his apology ambushes for the daylight hours. Yesterday, he sent me a three-foot tall teddy bear holding a red satin heart that saidplease forgive me. What the hell am I supposed to do with that?”
            “Send it back to him. At his office. With red lipstick on the heart spelling out N-O,” I say because Charlotte’s ex-boyfriend is a grade A, top-choice douchenozzle, and the bastard will never get her back. I hold up a hand. “Wait. Is there any chance this teddy bear has a middle finger? On his paw?”
            She laughs. “Now that’s a good idea. I just wish the whole building didn’t know my business.”
            “I know. I wish you didn’t have to run into him ever again in the whole history of time.”
            I hail her a cab, give her a peck on the cheek, and send her home. After I close up, I head to my pad in the West Village, the sixth floor of a kickass brownstone with a terrace that has a view of all of lower Manhattan. Perfect on a June night like this.
            I toss my keys on the entryway table, as I scroll through my recent messages on my phone. I laugh when my sister Harper texts me a photo from a gossip mag of me out with the hot woman from the gym from a few weeks ago. Turns out she’s a celebrity trainer from some reality TV show. And I’m the “noted NYC playboy.” Same thing the magazine called me when I was seen with a hot new chef at a restaurant opening in Miami last month.
            Tonight, I’m a good boy though.
            I make no promises for tomorrow.
 
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​It's not just the motion of the ocean, ladies. It's definitely the SIZE of the boat too.
 
And I've got both firing on all cylinders. In fact, I have ALL the right assets. Looks, brains, my own money, and a big cock.
 
You might think I'm an asshole. I sound like one, don’t I? I'm hot as sin, rich as heaven, smart as hell and hung like a horse.
 
Guess what? You haven't heard my story before. Sure, I might be a playboy, like the NY gossip rags call me. But I’m the playboy who’s actually a great guy. Which makes me one of a kind.
 
The only trouble is, my dad needs me to cool it for a bit. With conservative investors in town wanting to buy his flagship Fifth Avenue jewelry store, he needs me not only to zip it up, but to look the part of the committed guy. Fine. I can do this for Dad. After all, I’ve got him to thank for the family jewels. So I ask my best friend and business partner to be my fiancée for the next week. Charlotte’s up for it. She has her own reasons for saying yes to wearing this big rock.
 
And pretty soon all this playing pretend in public leads to no pretending whatsoever in the bedroom, because she just can’t fake the kind of toe-curling, window-shattering orgasmic cries she makes as I take her to new heights between the sheets.
 
But I can’t seem to fake that I might be feeling something real for her.
 
What the fuck have I gotten myself into with this…big rock?
 
BIG ROCK is a standalone, dirty romance novel written from the guy’s POV by NYT Bestselling author Lauren Blakely…

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Just call me Mr. Orgasm. No, really. I insist.
Orgasms are my specialty. Delivering them. Administering them. Giving them in multiples. Then doing it again for an encore. I’m like the superhero of pleasure. 
But before anyone gets all up in a lather about my “manwhore ways,” remember this. You probably didn’t even look at me years ago. You likely didn’t give me the time of day when I was the quiet geek bent over his notebook drawing cartoons about a caped crusader bestowing orgasmic pleasure to womankind.
Now, that I’m creator of the hottest animated TV show in the world — The Adventures of Mr. Orgasm — everything has changed. The women have lined up. The checks roll in. And the life I’m living is gooooooood — looks, talent, and a masterful dong have gotten me far.
There’s only one thing in my way — the woman I took home last night has turned out to be my new boss.
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Lauren Blakely writes sexy contemporary romance novels with heat, heart, and humor, and she has had eight books on the New York Times Bestseller list and fifteen on the USA Today Bestseller list. Like the heroine in her novel, FAR TOO TEMPTING, she thinks life should be filled with family, laughter, and the kind of love that love songs promise. Lauren lives in California with her husband, children, and dogs. She loves hearing from readers! Her bestselling series include Sinful Nights, Seductive Nights, No Regrets, Caught Up in Love, and Fighting Fire. She recently released SWEET SINFUL NIGHTS, the first novel in her new sexy romance series Sinful Nights that became an instant New York Times Bestseller. Her new adult forbidden romance, 21 Stolen Kisses, hit e-readers in May and landed on the USA Today Bestseller list. In January, she'll release BIG ROCK, a standalone contemporary romance sure to make you swoon. She also writes for young adults under the name Daisy Whitney. To receive an email when Lauren releases a new book, text BLAKELY + your email address to 678-249-3375 (please use the actual + sign).
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