MANWHORE by Katy Evans EXCERPT I look very different than the girl Saint met in his office. But I don’t feel any different. My nerves are frayed to the edges as I give my name to a bouncer at the entrance and I’m allowed into the club, every part of me snug and tight in my dress as my black heels hit the floor. Whereas M4 was all museum-like, the Ice Box is pure dark decadence. Ice sculptures sit on pedestals around the room. Cages with body-painted dancers hang from the ceiling. A bar with white and blue lights stretches from one wall to another. Strobe lights flash across the space as I get jostled by the crowd. The bass thumps as the song “Waves” by Mr. Probz plays for the dancing crowd. Drinks are flowing on shiny silver trays, and the drinks are so adorned—by fruits, olives, salt glitter or colorful liquid swirls—they’re like artworks. This isn’t a normal swanky club. It’s the rich boys’ club and everywhere you look are beautiful people wearing beautiful things. “I met him! God! When he said hi I thought I’d faint…!” My nerves eat at me as I hear that, because I know for sure they’re talking about him. Trying to breathe, I wind deeper into the club, wishing for Gina so bad I ache. The room is packed with women, some clearly on the hunt, others already paired with someone, a few hanging out with their friends. I breathe slowly, in and out, telling myself I can do this. It’s just a club. I can have some fun. It’s been a while since I’ve gone out to a club, and never a club like this, but it doesn’t matter. I can interview people, and if I’m lucky, I can do more than that. After scanning the area and trying to find the best spy-spots, I go to the top level and that’s when I get the best look at what’s happening downstairs at the most crowded corner. And speak of the devil. My heart stops a beat when I see that dark head of his, and that loathed, burning knot in my stomach squeezes with a vengeance. I swear no one in my life has ever made me this nervous. He sits with his arms stretched out behind him, a wine glass and two women vying for his attention as he chats with his friends. His masculine face is illuminated in certain angles when the lights flash—his beauty unprecedented. Okay. Breathing. Do I want him to know I’m here or not? A watery sensation seems to spread down my limbs as I force myself to go downstairs. I wind a path to the ladies’ room and worm myself through the throng of bodies toward a wide mirror above a set of modernist floating sinks. A group of women preen at themselves while I look our reflections. To my right, a woman pouts her red lips, and to my left, her friend pouts her pink ones. Me? I’m still me, but I look extravagant, like I was born here. I look very different than the young girl in coveralls he met. Will he even recognize me like this? “You going to the after-party?” Red Lips asks Pink Lips as they retouch their lipsticks. “No key yet.” “Lookie lookie.” Red Lips waves a keycard in the air. There’s squealing in the room and she tucks the key into her bra. “Mine!” “So there’s an after-party?” I ask them. “At Saint’s penthouse,” one says, nodding. “How do you get invited to this party?” “A hundred keys are distributed during the evening.” A sudden thought of stealing the very key she’s just tucked into her bra flickers through my mind. I mean, it’s just a key. It couldn’t possibly be a felony. “Babe,” she tells me, “stop giving my key the eye! I’ve been waiting three years to get a key like this. Go and work your ass out there if you want one. Only the finest asses make it.” “Thanks,” I say, turning to look at my ass in the mirror questioningly. Gina says I’ve got a great ass. It’s perky and the perfect handful, some would say. But would Saint say that? I sigh and lean against the wall, then I spot all the little writings on an open stall door. I narrow my eyes, forcing my focus. Malcolm for my baby-daddy I sucked Saint’s cock Tahoe rammed me right here Callan licks cunt like a caveman I head back into the noise and try to find a good spot for spying when I see him again. The two women won’t leave his side and now my stomach for some reason feels jumpy, annoying me. One of the blondes takes a shot from the waiter, licks the rim, and then adds salt. Saint edges back and watches her with an expression of casual boredom, but his lips are curled, as if he’s having some fun. I’m so engrossed watching—a little too fascinated and a little bit disgusted—I don’t realize a guard has walked up to me until he’s right in my face. He signals to the back of the room—to where Saint’s best friends are now watching me. Saint isn’t even looking my way. Oh no, he’s too busy being entertained, still wearing that almost-bored smile. Maybe they need to take their tops off to get him excited? All three men fit in perfectly with the lavish surroundings, but I can’t look at the other two. Only at Malcolm. Malcolm’s dark good looks blend with the shadows like Hades in his own little corner of hell. Suddenly he laughs over something one of the blondes does and he turns a little, his eyes landing straight on me—and stopping there. I feel his stare like a hit of adrenaline. I want to look away, but I can’t, I feel trapped. I don’t know if I made this up but I could’ve sworn his chest jerked as if he sucked in a breath. Does he recognize me? Do I want him to? Suddenly the atmosphere is so heavy I can’t breathe. My lungs feel like rocks and I really can’t breathe. As he rakes me in one fast, complete sweep of his eyes that makes my stomach grip nervously, he takes in my pumps up to my long blonde hair, and I become aware of my dress hugging the top of my thighs, my hips, my abdomen, my breasts and even my ass. Oh god. I force myself to follow the guard in his direction, every step accelerating my heartbeat. In that black suit and without a tie, the top button of his shirt open and his hair a bit rumpled, Saint is the embodiment of luxurious and decadent and sin. He is Sin Itself and I feel like an absolute…virgin. He stretches his long legs out before him, his stare fixed on mine without any seeming inclination to move away. “Mr. Saint,” the guard clears his throat. “The gentlemen had me summon her.” Although his smile doesn’t waver, the look on his face is completely remote and unreadable. “Here she is, gentlemen,” the guard then tells the other two—the blond and the copper-haired men looking at me like lunch. “Tahoe,” the blonde says. “Callan,” the copper-haired says. Saint merely pats the blondes on the butt and sends them on her way, then he reaches out to take my elbow somehow in an instinctive gesture that brings me a strange sense of comfort. I don’t know anybody else here, so when he tugs me to his side, I go down and sit next to him on the edge of the long booth. And that’s when he leans his dark head over to me and murmurs, “Malcolm.” His voice is so deep and rumbling, I shiver. “Rachel,” I lamely offer. He raises his eyebrow and stares at me. What are you doing here, Rachel? he seems to ask. I’m wondering what to say, when Tahoe lifts his drink and drains it. “You’re up past your bedtime.” The Texan oil baby. Oozing charm, drawling out the words. I don’t know why but I’m acutely aware of the position of Saint’s body in relation to mine. He just straightened fully in the booth and somehow shifted so his arm is very noticeably stretched out behind me. “Like they say, no rest for the wicked,” I answer Tahoe with an extra-wide smile, my heart pounding over Saint’s nearness. Suddenly I can smell him. Just him. Among all the mingled scents in the room, it’s Saint somehow in my lungs, in every breath. He radiates a vitality that draws me like a magnet. It unnerves me but something in his presence, so close to me, soothes me too. “Apparently there’s a dress code—Saint had to drop his tail and horns at the door,” Callan jokes as a waiter sets a drink before me. “Oh yes.” I tug the hem of my skirt self-consciously, “I had to drop half my dress.” “Did you now?” Tahoe asks. “T.” One word, one letter, from Malcolm. “Yeah, Saint?” Tahoe returns, lifting his eyebrows. “Dibs.” I almost spit out the drink. I cough and slam my hand to my chest, and Saint calmly reaches out to take my drink from my hand and sets it aside. “Okay?” he asks, ducking his head and peering into my face. I give one last cough and squeeze my eyes shut and nod, and when I open my eyes, Saint is the only thing I see. I find him staring at me in such a penetrating way I can feel the stare in my bones. “Did you just get to the party, Rachel?” he asks. As he waits for my reply, he reaches for my cocktail and extends the glass out to me. His wrist is thick and looks so strong, so golden, his skin smooth, his arm dusted with a little bit of hair as I cautiously take it from him, our fingers brushing. Tahoe reaches for his coat pocket and waves whatever he extracted in the air. “Saint! May I?” Excitement leaps in my chest when I realize it’s the key! “Not happening, that’s not her scene,” Malcolm murmurs besides me. “Aw! Come on, let me give her a key. She’s a dime, man,” Tahoe drawls. I’m so disbelieving, I’m not even breathing as Malcolm slowly stands. I follow him up, staring up into his face in confusion. “What do you mean it’s not my scene?” I demand. I feel like there’s no gravity when he stands so close to me. I’m dizzy. Confused. And unexpectedly hurt. For the first time since we met, he looks at me like he’s actually losing his temper…with me. He leans closer and puts his lips close to my ear. “Trust me when I tell you, it’s not your scene. Go home,” he whispers. He sends me a look laden with warning and walks away, blending into the crowd. Tahoe and Callan stare at me, speechless. “That’s a first,” Tahoe mumbles and heads away. I feel myself burn in humiliation and confusion. Worse is that, when I go outside, the same man who drove us around the day before walks over to me. “Miss Livingston, a pleasure to drive you,” he says, hanging up his phone as if Saint just called him. He is a huge man, with a bald head, an earpiece, and no expression. A second later, he’s opening the car door of the Rolls for me. Seriously? Did Saint call him just now and ask him to escort me home? Aware of people staring and seeing me being led to Saint’s car, I climb into the back of the car and I murmur my thanks simply because it’s not this man’s fault. The car smells new and expensive and, like him. A bottle of wine and water bottles ride with me. There’s music in the background and the temperature is just right. The perfect luxury of it all tempts me to run my hands down my dress and look down at myself in confusion. What is wrong with me? I feel as if he pulled the rug from under me and reminded me what I’m up against. The top of the species. Somebody ruthless. I can’t take the heat in the back of my ears and on my cheeks. I sag on the backseat and set my forehead on the window. Focus, Livingston! Exhaling, I grab my phone and try to write down all the details about what I saw, but I can’t right now. I just can’t do anything but ride here, in his car, wondering why I feel so vulnerable. COMING SOON Amazon US: http://amzn.to/1LG6ThL Amazon UK: http://amzn.to/1BYFl1v Amazon Paperback: http://amzn.to/16oqqTO Nook: http://tinyurl.com/ngwqaut B&N Paperback: http://tinyurl.com/kmu4brk iBooks: http://tinyurl.com/k4ns3pv BAM: http://tinyurl.com/nxbbrff IndieBound: http://tinyurl.com/kqcnmxv Google: http://tinyurl.com/l4c7nnc RELEASE DATE: March 24th MANWHORE book #1 of ‘the manwhore series’ Is it possible to expose Chicago’s hottest player—without getting played? This is the story I’ve been waiting for all my life, and its name is Malcolm Kyle Preston Logan Saint. Don’t be fooled by that last name though. There’s nothing holy about the man except the hell his parties raise. The hottest entrepreneur Chicago has ever known, he’s a man’s man with too much money to spend and too many women vying for his attention. Mysterious. Privileged. Legendary. His entire life he’s been surrounded by the press as they dig for tidbits to see if his fairytale life is for real or all mirrors and social media lies. Since he hit the scene, his secrets have been his and his alone to keep. And that’s where I come in. Assigned to investigate Saint and reveal his elusive personality, I’m determined to make him the story that will change my career. But I never imagined he would change my life. Bit by bit, I start to wonder if I’m the one discovering him…or if he’s uncovering me. What happens when the man they call Saint, makes you want to sin? Meet Katy Evans Hey! I’m Katy Evans and I love family, books, life, and love. I’m married with two children and three dogs and spend my time baking, walking, writing, reading, and taking care of my family. Thank you for spending your time with me and picking up my story. I hope you had an amazing time with it, like I did. 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COVER REVEAL Author: Jodie Jacobs Series: Lessons in Lust #1 Genre: Erotica Cover Designer: JJ Designs Release Date: February 1st 2015 SYNOPSIS Flunking math is a serious problem for Damon. Without a pass, his college choices are limited. It doesn’t help that he’s been fixated on his math teacher, Miss Jordan, for the past two years. If anything, spending too many hours fantasizing over her has pulled his grades down. Knowing he only has once chance to get the pass he needs, his math teacher may just hold all the answers he requires. Miss Jordan provides the first of one-night opportunities to allow Damon to pass with flying colors. It all starts with a taste. MEET THE AUTHOR Jodie spends her days on the Queensland Coast, Australia, with her head tucked in a book and her fingers hard at work on her laptop. Enjoying her quiet family life with her husband and son, Jodie, finds pleasure in giving readers a taste of the naughty and the erotic. You can reach Jodie on her Facebook page and on her website. Title: Slam Series: The Completion Series #4 Author: Holly S. Roberts Genre: Adult, Erotic/Sport Romance Release Date: January 27, 2015 Olivia Stradmore, daughter to Senator Jonathan Stradmore, has one goal in life—win her fifth grand slam tennis title in as many years. Olivia doesn’t have time for a stalker who disapproves of her less than modest life choices. She enjoys the occasional tennis pro in bed, short skirts, and the chance to free her wild side. Her dreams take a turn when her stalker, known only as Ty, runs over her with a van and puts her in the hospital. Ty will stop at nothing to possess what he covets. Enter bodyguard Brack Jacobs—hair too long, attitude too uptight, and body too damn hot. Brack has a job to do and sleeping with a target is not in the target’s best interest. Doesn’t matter that Olivia is sexy as hell and bent on adding a notch to her bedpost with Brack’s name on it. Life is not as straightforward as it seems and deadly consequences await them both. Can Olivia change Brack’s mind and turn a spark of desire into a raging inferno? Will Brack survive the flames or would slam, bam, thank you ma’am be his safest bet? - A Completion Sports Book. Expect erotic sex, an alpha male, and more balls than a girl knows what to do with. I squealed as Brack flipped us over dislodging my hands. He was hard again. Or maybe his erection never left. I sat back on his thighs and admired his cock. Placing my fingers around the head, I squeezed gently. Holly S. Roberts is the USA Today Best-Selling Author of “Play” the first book in the completion series. She lives high in the Arizona Mountains with the love of her life and her anxiety ridden Rottweiler, Dizzy. To write, she needs caffeine on her desk and music playing in the background. Hard rock and mellow instrumentals fill her office in equal accord. Oh and she loves to read, and read, and read. 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Her quirkiness and sweet contradictions soon captivate him, not that she's inclined to give him the time of the day. With his reputation preceding him, he knows the odds are badly stacked against him, but he will do his best to prove her that he's what she needs, stuck-up socialite grandmothers, doomsday preppers, groupies, pregnancy hormones, and repentant biological dads be damned. Bowen Series Reading Order More than Meets the Ink (Bowen, #1) Amazon US: http://amzn.to/1BHLGvQ Amazon UK: http://amzn.to/1AddDA2 Barnes & Noble: http://bit.ly/1DjeSLD iTunes: http://bit.ly/1BLgSg5 Kobo: http://bit.ly/1yVS0xC Heavy Issues (Bowen #2) Amazon US: http://amzn.to/1ymbIUo Amazon UK: http://amzn.to/1yZFYrN Barnes & Noble: http://bit.ly/1vn91q6 iTunes: http://bit.ly/1tN4oEo Kobo: http://bit.ly/1DjiFbW Inked Ever After (Bowen, #2.5) Amazon US: http://amzn.to/1yVIYkq Amazon UK: http://amzn.to/1AddNYq Barnes & Noble: http://bit.ly/1DshXJJ iTunes: http://bit.ly/1HB27mj Kobo: http://bit.ly/16duB52 To The Max (Bowen, #3) Releasing 2/10/2015 Meet Elle Aycart Facebook | Twitter | Website | Goodreads After a colorful array of jobs all over Europe ranging from translator to chocolatier to travel agent to sushi chef to flight dispatcher, Elle Aycart is certain of one thing and one thing only: aside from writing romances, she has abso-frigging-lutely no clue what she wants to do when she grows up. Not that it stops her from trying all sorts of crazy stuff. While she is probably now thinking of a new profession, her head never stops churning new plots for her romances. She lives currently in Barcelona, Spain, with her husband and two daughters, although who knows, in no time she could be living at the Arctic Circle in Finland, breeding reindeer. Title: Worth the Risk Series: The McKinney Brothers #2 Author: Claudia Connor Publisher: Loveswept Release Date: February 3, 2015 Synopsis New York Times bestselling author Claudia Connor follows up her heartfelt debut, Worth the Fall, with a novel about Matt’s brother, Stephen—and when a McKinney brother falls in love, powerful emotion and overwhelming desire are never far behind. Two hearts locked away . . . Hannah Walker spends her days coaching children through injury and trauma, one therapeutic horseback ride at a time. She knows all too well how violence can change a child and leave scars that never heal. It’s easy for her to relate to the kids; what isn’t easy is the thought of facing her own harrowing past. Millionaire playboy Stephen McKinney could use a little coaching himself. Five years ago he encountered his most horrible nightmare—and the nightmare won. No matter what he achieves, nothing can make up for that awful night . . . or so he believes. Both desperate for a second chance . . . Stephen is used to getting what he wants. And he wants Hannah. So when she turns him down, he’s intrigued. What he doesn’t know is that her secrets will lead him to a place he never wanted to go again . . . to a side of himself he’s tried to forget . . . a side that would scare Hannah away from ever loving him. Now his only chance to win her trust is to bare his soul, risking everything he tried so hard to protect. Links to Buy Also Available Author Bio New York Times bestselling author Claudia Connor attended Auburn University, where she received her undergraduate and masters degrees in early childhood education, and completed her studies in Sawbridgeworth, England. Always a lover of happy endings, she enjoys movies, reading, and spending her days putting on paper the stories in her head. She lives near Memphis, Tennessee, with her husband and three daughters. Author Links Giveaway Title: Sweet Obsession Series: Sweet Addiction #3 Author: J Daniels Cover Design: Cover It Designs Release Date: May 2015 Synopsis ***Author’s note*** Sweet Obsession can be read as a standalone novel. Getting her attention was the easy part. Keeping it might be damn near impossible. Available Now Author Bio J. Daniels is the NY Times and USA Today bestselling author of the Sweet Addiction series, and the Alabama Summer series. 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