Book: Revue
Author: KM
Golland
Release Date: May 29th,
2015
Image: Shannon
Robinson Photography
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GOODREADS LINK: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/25126823-revue
SYNOPSIS
He was on a collision course.
… I had paved my way
He answered to no one.
… I respected authority
He wanted me.
… I despised him
He didn’t take no for an answer.
... NO!
When
freelance photographer, Corinne Lee, is required to visually document the
nationwide tour of Wild Nights Male Revue, she finds herself in a world of
near-naked, testosterone-fuelled men on stage—not her photographic muse of
choice. She also finds herself in the arms of Josh, the revue’s star
performer.
Josh Adams thrives on the limelight, the stage and, most of
all, the attention of women who endlessly throw themselves at him. He dances
sex, speaks sex, breathes sex … is sex! Josh lives for sex, but never with the
same woman.
When both opinionated and headstrong characters are closely
thrust together in a lust-ridden and sexually-charged environment, which of the
two will break first?
Will Josh realise that Corinne could be the exception to his
‘no strings’ rule? Or will Corinne let go of the fantasy of finding Mr One and
Only?
EXCERPT
I glanced down, spying his sweat shorts and also noticing
that he wasn’t wearing a t-shirt.
Fuck
the stars, he has a fine body.
My
cheeks flushed. Yes, I felt them heat and
no doubt turn pink with
embarrassment.
“You want to wrap your lips around my cock, don’t you?” he
asked with a low tone, snapping my eyes to
meet his. “Go ahead, I’d like to
know what the back of your throat feels
like.”
Staring at him for what seemed like an eternity, I went from
completely blown away by how bold and
disgustingly crude he was, to being
offended and ready to kick him in the balls
again, to knowing exactly what he
was doing. His conceited expression—the
high arched eyebrow and devilish
smirk—was an obvious giveaway that he was
trying to unsettle me … press my
buttons. “You’re disgusting, and you have
absolutely no tact. And I know what
you’re doing, Josh. It’s not going to work.
I’m not taking you salty, slimy
bait.”
He laughed. “My salty, slimy bait,
huh?”
“Yeah!” I gave him a sarcastic grin. “So don’t even
bother.”
Josh pointed to his chest. “So what you’re saying is that
you don’t want to fuck me and run your
hands over this?”
I glimpsed at the perfection that was his chiselled pectoral
muscles and the ink that decorated his left
shoulder and bicep. “Nn… no, I
don’t,” I answered, my stutter sounding
unconvincing, even to myself.
“I think you
do.”
“Look, I’ll admit that you’re very nice to look at. Of
course you are. You have to be. You’re a
male revue performer. But that doesn’t
mean I want to jump into bed with
you.”
“Who said anything about a bed, Sweetheart. I can fuck you
free-standing.”
The thought of that set off my clitoral alarm clock and
awoke my
pussy.
“You can also fuck yourself free-standing,” I
retorted, shifting in my seat and ignoring
the buzzing between my legs. “Unlike
you, I prefer one sexual partner, to give
myself to someone who appreciates me
and only me. You? You give yourself more
than Santa gives presents.”
Josh bit the end of his ice cream cone. “Santa isn’t
real.”
“You’re really annoying,” I blurted out, frustrated over
everything about him, especially the biting
of the end of his ice cream cone.
That shit pisses me
off.
“You’re a virgin, aren’t you? That’s why you don’t want to
fuck me like all the others
do.”
“That’s it!” I said, standing up and brushing the sand off
my shorts. “I’m out of
here.”
“It’s nothing to be ashamed of, Sweetheart. At one point you
have to eventually say goodbye to your
virtue. Might as well be now … with
me.”
Standing above him, I ran my hands through my hair with
frustration. “I’m not a virgin, Josh. I’ve
fucked before … many times. And stop
calling me sweetheart.” Bending over, I
picked up my camera and camera bag.
“And why am I even explaining myself to
you?”
“You’re hot when you’re
bitchy.”
“Fuck you,” I spat out, angry with myself for taking his
salty, slimy
bait.
“See? I knew you wanted
to.”
Growling, I turned and walked
away.
“Next time you growl, Sweetheart, you’ll be doing it with my
cock between your legs,” he called
out.
Raising my hand, I flipped him the bird without even looking
back.
An amused chuckle, followed by “See you on Wednesday” was
his only
response.
TEASERS
ABOUT KM GOLLAND
“I'm an author. I am married. I am a mother
of
two adorable little people. I'm a bookworm,
craftworm, movieworm, and
sportsworm. I'm also a self confessed
shop-aholic, tea-aholic, car-aholic, and
choc-aholic.” Born and raised in Melbourne,
Australia, K.M. Golland studied law
and worked as a conveyancer before putting
her career on hold to raise her
children. She then traded her legal work
for her love of writing and found her
dream career.
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