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Friday, October 2, 2020

InkSlinger PR Presents: Sugar by Lydia Michaels; #BlogTour, #NowAvailable, #OutNow, #TBR, #Live


Today we have the blog tour for Lydia Michaels’ Sugar! Check it out and be sure to get your copy today!


Title: Sugar 
Author: Lydia Michaels 
Genre: Contemporary Romance
#contemporaryromance #newrelease #booklove 

About Sugar:


Avery Johansson is borrowing against her youth and beauty to afford a better future by working as a sugar baby. Men think she’s everything they desire, soft, delicate, and able to stroke their fragile egos with a mere sweep of her lashes. The more they pay, the sweeter she becomes. If only they knew the woman behind the façade. Oh, she could bring them to their knees, make them beg, and unburden their minds to a point of ecstasy. The true Avery doesn’t care for roses. She prefers the thorns. Because behind her beautiful exterior, she’s more leather than lace, and beneath the sugar there’s nothing but spice. The only thing missing is a strong and submissive man to make everything nice. 

Noah Wolfe is used to getting exactly what he wants when he wants, and as he sets his sights on Avery Johansson, nothing will stop him short of having her. He’s determined to bury himself in her mind and body, and plans to unravel every dark secret she hides. 

As two dominant hearts collide in an explosion of sin and secrets, boundaries come tumbling down. But their future lies in someone’s surrender, a sacrifice neither is prepared to make—and everything their happiness depends on.


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Exclusive Excerpt:


I had plenty to say, but my lips wouldn’t move.

“Ah, fuck. Are you going to cry?”

“No.” But I did want to punch him in the dick. 

“Don’t get all sensitive. I prefer you bitchy.”

Oh, I could be a bitch. If he only knew how much… 

“First of all, I’m not going to cry. I just needed a second to process everything you said. Second, I don’t work out for anyone but myself. It’s a great stress reliever, and I use it as an outlet when I’m tense. And third, I ate the second piece, so shut the fuck up about my eating habits.”

“You know, there are other outlets for stress relief—”

“Oh, my God! Do you ever think of anything but sex?”

“I’m just saying, my door’s closer than the gym.”

“If you’re such a sex god, why don’t I ever see any women at your place?”

“Maybe I take my business elsewhere.”

I snatched the remote back and plopped on the couch. “I’m sure you do.”

He sat beside me and stole the remote again. “I have plenty of sex. Way more than you.”

“Well, I don’t doubt that.”

He turned and gave me a questioning glance. “When’s the last time someone gave you something worth thinking about?”

“I got flowers yester—”

“No, I mean something that made you scream in a good way.”

The last time I ordered someone to make me scream.  “It’s been a while.”

“Why, though? You’re beautiful, sort of fun. Are you going through some kind of celibacy thing on purpose?”

“Maybe I’m trying to graduate from ‘sort of fun’ to something that’s actually flattering. Let’s just say I’m picky and it’s not worth my time if it’s not done my way.”

“So, you haven’t had good sex.”

I twisted to face him. “I’ve had incredible sex, but if everyone did it that good, it wouldn’t be incredible. Trust me, I’ve had good sex.”

“How good?”

“Great.”

His eyes narrowed. “Meh, I don’t believe you.”

I scoffed, and folded my arms, then scoffed again. “Well, lucky for you, I don’t give a dirty fuck if you believe me or not.”

“You sure about that?”

“Put on a damn movie.”

He chuckled. “One day you’ll give a dirty fuck. And I’ll give it right back.” He shut off the lamp and hit play.

“What the hell is this?”

“Shh… You don’t want to miss the backstory, that’s what makes it hot.”

“Oh, My. God. I’m not watching porn with you!”

“Just a few minutes.”

I reached for the remote, and he jerked his hand out of reach. 

“Give it.”

“Five minutes, then we can watch whatever you want.”

“Noah!” I stretched over him, but his damn long arms were like telephone poles. “Change it!”

“It’s a good one. Chicks like the ones with a plot.”

That was it. I locked in on his nipple with my thumb and knuckle and pinched hard. “Shut it off!”

Ow! Fuck! Okay! Okay!” 

The remote fell to the floor, and I let go. Bad acting and crappy lines played on the surround system as I tried to change the movie. “How the hell do you work this thing?”

“I think you dislocated my areola.”

“You’ll live.” I finally found the source button, and the screen switched to something appropriate.

“I really think you did some damage.”

I glanced over my shoulder to find him peeking under the collar of his T-shirt. My lips twitched. There was something so adorable about him in that moment. I pictured myself straddling his thighs, removing his shirt, and kissing his nipple all better. 

Good God! I needed to get the hell out of there.



About Lydia Michaels:


 

Lydia Michaels is the author of over thirty-five novels and the consecutive winner of the 2018 & 2019 Author of the Year Award from Happenings Media, as well as the recipient of the 2014 Best Author Award from the Courier Times. She has been featured in USA Today, Romantic Times Magazine, Love & Lace, and more. As the host and founder of the East Coast Author Convention, the Behind the Keys Author Retreat, and Read Between the Wines, she continues to celebrate her growing love for readers and romance novels around the world. Lydia is happily married to her childhood sweetheart. Some of her favorite things include the scent of paperback books, listening to her husband play piano, escaping to her coastal home at the Jersey Shore, cheap wine, 80’s pop culture, coffee, and kilts. She hopes to meet you soon at one of her many upcoming events. You can follow Lydia at www.Facebook.com/LydiaMichaels   

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