We're thrilled to celebrate the release of Love, Chloe, a sexy new romantic comedy stand-alone by New York Times bestselling author Alessandra Torre. We had the pleasure of reading an advance copy and simply adored it. Think Sex in the City meets contemporary romance filled with lies, deceit, drama, fashion, Hollywood, shattering heartache, and swoon-worthy steamy romance!
Read a spicy excerpt, one-click Love, Chloe today, and enter to win a $50 gift card. Happy reading and good luck!
Read a spicy excerpt, one-click Love, Chloe today, and enter to win a $50 gift card. Happy reading and good luck!
Exclusive Excerpt
Vic sighed into the phone. "According to Jake, you're in heels – and I know your heels. They aren't built for actual use. Trot your sexy ass up those stairs and get in the warm car, let Jake take you home. Please. Then I'll hang up and never bother you again."
"Never?" I challenged.
"I'll try my best."
I twisted, back and forth, my purse swinging with the momentum, from darkness to light. Though, in this twisted scenario, they were flip-flopped: the dark and dirty wheeze of the subway was where I should be going, the light and sunny street the path I should avoid.
"Come on baby. Let me do this one thing. Just one." The beg in his voice, the crack on the word baby. It reached up my skirt and teased my skin, probed into my brain and lured out all of the times his gorgeous mouth had whispered the words.
Come on baby... his hand pulling me into a coat check closet, parting furs and pushing me back against the wall.
Come on baby... his tongue, soft on my inner thighs, the scrape of his five o'clock shadow tickling as his hands spread my knees apart and his mouth moved higher.
Come on baby... his hands up my dress, fingers digging into the meat of my ass, his mouth on my neck as we - tucked into the shadows of a club, music thumping, bodies everywhere – let passion override sense.
Come on baby...
That's the problem with love. There's no OFF switch.
I ended the call and hurried down the steps, into the cold darkness.
"Never?" I challenged.
"I'll try my best."
I twisted, back and forth, my purse swinging with the momentum, from darkness to light. Though, in this twisted scenario, they were flip-flopped: the dark and dirty wheeze of the subway was where I should be going, the light and sunny street the path I should avoid.
"Come on baby. Let me do this one thing. Just one." The beg in his voice, the crack on the word baby. It reached up my skirt and teased my skin, probed into my brain and lured out all of the times his gorgeous mouth had whispered the words.
Come on baby... his hand pulling me into a coat check closet, parting furs and pushing me back against the wall.
Come on baby... his tongue, soft on my inner thighs, the scrape of his five o'clock shadow tickling as his hands spread my knees apart and his mouth moved higher.
Come on baby... his hands up my dress, fingers digging into the meat of my ass, his mouth on my neck as we - tucked into the shadows of a club, music thumping, bodies everywhere – let passion override sense.
Come on baby...
That's the problem with love. There's no OFF switch.
I ended the call and hurried down the steps, into the cold darkness.
Synopsis and Purchase Link
Contemporary Romance Stand-alone
Chloe Madison. That's me. A former NYU princess who fell from grace, right off my pampered Manhattan throne and onto the unforgiving steps of Nicole Brantley, socialite and queen bitch. Now, I walked her dog and mixed her smoothies. Tried to navigate my own problems while fixing all of hers.
I wanted what every New York girl wanted. A career, an apartment, and true love, preferably in a smoking hot package.
It turned out ... I'd have to fight for all of it.
I wanted what every New York girl wanted. A career, an apartment, and true love, preferably in a smoking hot package.
It turned out ... I'd have to fight for all of it.
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