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BOOK BLITZ w/EXCERPT and GIVEAWAY - ESCORTED (Escorted #1) by Claire Kent:



TITLE: Escorted
SERIES: Escorted
SERIES PLACEMENT: #1
AUTHOR: Claire Kent
AGE GROUP: Adult
GENRE: Erotic Romance
RELEASE DATE: Dec. 15, 2012
PUBLISHED BY: SPA
FORMAT: eBook and Paperback
PAGES: Approx. 281

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BOOK BLURB:
She hired him to take her virginity...but now she wants even more.

Lori might be a popular romance writer, but she's never been anything but a flop with sex and love in her personal life. Still a virgin at twenty-six and increasingly frustrated by her inexperience, she decides to take matters into her own hands. She hires a talented, sexy male escort to take care of her inconvenient virginity.

She assumes one time with Ander will be enough, but she never dreams how much pleasure he can make her feel. Once isn't nearly enough. Twice isn't enough either. Soon, she becomes one of his regular clients.

Lori knows that nothing would be as foolish as falling in love with her paid escort, but she's never been wise with her heart. And, despite his professionalism, he doesn't seem entirely immune either.


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EXCERPT

     Finally, he met her eyes again. “Lori, you don’t have to be nice. You pay me for my services.”
     She almost sputtered in outrage. “What the hell does that mean? Of course, I have to be nice. You’re a human being, aren’t you? What the fuck did your father do to you to make you think you don’t deserve to be treated with dignity and humanity?”
     She hadn’t really meant to voice that last question. Her volatile feelings and confusion got the best of her. But she had voiced it. Almost spit it out in his face.
     It finally broke the iron control Ander had been using to rein in his feelings.
     He turned on her abruptly, stepping forward, pressing her back against the wall with his intense presence rather than force. “Lori,” he began, his voice thick and low. He planted one hand on the wall next to her head. “I fuck you. You pay me. That’s our arrangement. That doesn’t entitle you to invade my privacy, demand to see the ‘real me,’ or pry into whatever motivations I might have for doing what I do.”
     She gulped. She’d never seen him like this before. His blue-gray eyes held hers imprisoned. He was almost pulsing with some sort of intense emotion, and the force of it left her trembling and boneless. “I didn’t mean ...” She had to start over when her voice cracked. “I didn’t mean I wanted you to spill your guts. I just didn’t want you to act so hard and cold. You’re mad at me, and I don’t know why.”
     “I’m not mad,” he said again, although his entire body belied his words. He was coiled so tightly he was practically shuddering. His cheeks were slightly flushed, and his eyes had ignited.
     Absurdly, Lori felt her body respond. She knew it was entirely inappropriate. They were in the middle of a very bizarre argument, and sex should be the last thing on her mind. But he looked so intense, almost passionate. For once, he seemed to be expressing something real—with his body language if not with his words.
     Her inner muscles clenched, and she felt her nipples tighten. Hoped it wasn’t visible through the slinky silk of her camisole.
     “You’re sure acting mad,” she snapped back. “You look like you want to rip my head off.”
     “Lori.” His voice was even thicker than before, and it ridiculously made her think about sex. He leaned his face toward her and gritted out against her ear, “Lori, give this up. If you want to keep our appointment, we can go back upstairs. But my private thoughts are none of your concern.”
     She shuddered. He wasn’t even touching her, but she felt him all over her skin. Blazing with heat and desire, she still managed to hold up her end of the argument. “I told you I don’t want you to spill your guts. Keep your private thoughts to yourself. Just tell me how I made you mad.”
     “For the fourth time,” Ander rasped, still speaking into her ear. “I’m not mad.”
     She shifted restlessly against the wall, dying for some sort of friction against her skin. Her squirming caused her to brush up against Ander.
She felt something. Something that shocked her so much her mouth fell open. Her lower belly had brushed against the front of Ander’s trousers.
     He was hard.


About the Author...

Claire has been writing romance novels since she was twelve years old. She has a PhD in British literature and, when she's not writing, she teaches English at the university level.

She also writes contemporary romance under the penname Noelle Adams.


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