Disciplined by Lenore Ashwood- Blog Tour with Excerpt

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Title: Disciplined

Autor: Lenore Ashwood

Genre: Contemporary Romance

About Disciplined:

$5,000 per “engagement”?!?

At that price, Anya can stay in med school, her late grandmother’s only wish.

Sex with strangers is still just sex. Right?

Wealthy Cavendish Club partner, Dimi, is ready to move on from the affluent escort service he helped build. His lifelong business dream is ready, and he’s itching to pull the trigger.

Then Anya shows up…

She’s the key to the Cavendish owners’ ultimate plan—a deadly game of revenge against a powerful, evil man.

Anya unlocks Dimi’s fierce protective nature. Instead of executing his business plan, he’s breaking every rule to keep her safe. Keep her close.

She’s the bait and the stakes rise with every “engagement.” How long can he protect her? How long will she let him?

Read Disciplined today! Find out if they’ll find a way to trust each other, or lose everything trying.

Welcome to Cavendish Club, a secret playground for billionaires where science and technology combine to fulfill tailor-made sensual fantasies. It’s also the place where one woman will seek the ultimate revenge.

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When Dimi woke up, she was curled against him. He yawned, and like a chain reaction, she yawned too.

“This has got to be the best Sunday of all Sundays,” she murmured.

“Why?” he mumbled, breathing in the scent of her hair, their sweat, their sex.

“One, orgasm,” she started her list. “Two, biggest paycheck of my life. Three, living in a nice house I don’t have to pay rent for.”

“Well, I’m glad I made one of your top three,” he teased.

“You should be glad, because I’m a very practical person who doesn’t believe in warm fuzzy anything. And I don’t think you do either. Do you?” she asked, squirming to look at him with a quizzical eye.

“You’re right; I don’t. I don’t believe in most of the things in Hollywood movies.”

She turned all the way around and slid a leg over his hips to face him.

“What do you believe in?” she asked.

“I believe in focus. In relying on myself. In honesty between two people about what they want. We’re a lot alike, I think.”

She was nodding even before he finished.

“We are. I believe in focus. In order. In being disciplined. I don’t believe in love; I believe in knowledge,” she said simply. “And according to my results, light spanking.”

That made him chuckle.

“I can fit that into my goals,” he replied, brushing a hair out of her face.

Her lips quirked at the corner. “What are your goals? What do you want?”

“I grew up poor. I had to fight, literally, to earn a living. I knew a lot of people who did that. I had a lot of friends who didn’t make it out of Kyiv. I want to open a training gym to help kids become MMA fighters.”

“In Kyiv?” she asked, running a finger alongside his mouth.

“Not right away. New York, first. Then maybe Kyiv. I need to make sure the business is sound, that I have a curriculum that works. The U.S. is more open to business than the Ukraine is. For the most part,” he allowed.

“So you’re a business man,” she said with some wonder.

“I took computer courses in Kyiv, then in London. And then I got my degree in business in New York.”

She leaned back, as if seeing him with new eyes.

“Shocked that I’m not a brainless, tattooed thug?” he asked. She snuggled back against him, planting kisses on his chest.

“No. Well, maybe a little. But I like your brainless thug-ness, so it’s a win for me.”

“Education matters. Not just for the knowledge, which I care more about, but for the prestige. Having degrees matters in this country. It’s stupid, but it’s true.”

“Education matters to me too,” she said, her finger tracing the lettering and the cross on his chest. “And not because of the prestige. Your parents must be proud of you.”

“My mama will never get over me not becoming Sergei Polunin,” he admitted, causing her to lean back again.

“A ballet dancer! Did you take classes as a child?”

“Of course I did,” he admonished her. “Every tall boy in school went to ballet. You never know where the next prodigy will come from. Sadly for her, it wasn’t from her womb.”

“And she never got over it, really?”

“I think when I send them a monthly check, she has a moment of forgiveness. But only a moment.”

He rolled onto his back, pulling her with him to lie fully on top of him. He nestled her against his half-hard cock but otherwise didn’t move.

“Tell me about your dream to be a doctor. Tell me about your babushka,” he said, combing his fingers through her hair.

About the Author:

Lenore Ashwood is a steamy contemporary romance author who believes if you’re not squirming in your seat, she’s not doing her job.

She lives in the U.S. but considers herself a global citizen. She believes in sex positivity, human kindness, and the kind of girl power the Spice Girls sing about.

Lenore is best known for her wildly innovative Cavendish Club series, featuring stories of the ultra-affluent who seek unusual services at an elite escort agency. But Cavendish Club is different—it combines science and technology to create experiences guaranteed to more than satisfy their billionaire clientele and the consultants they “engage” with.

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