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Book Title: The Paper Year: A Psychological Thriller With An Ending You'll Never See Coming (Piper Adler Book 1) 

Author: Avery Aster 

Genre: Psychological Thriller 

Release Date: March 16, 2017 

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For fans of The Girl on the Train, Before I Go to Sleep, and The Silent Wife, the new psychological thriller from New York Times bestselling author Avery Aster warns readers: the first year of marriage is killer.

Barclay is Manhattan's premiere cooperative—the kind of place everyone who's anyone desires to reside in. That's what psychotherapist Piper Adler believes as she moves into the garden apartment with her new husband, but then she wakes up in a hospital accused of trying to take her own life. Her dreams of being a wife and mother destroyed along with her career as a mental health professional, she sets off on a mind-bending course to discover the truth.

Unraveling a web of deceit forces Piper to second-guess her family, her friends, and even herself. With each terrifying revelation, she must come to terms with the fact that those she thought she knew aren't who they seem, and someone trusted very close to her wants her gone. Will she beat them at their own game or die trying?

Fusing nail-biting suspense with potent storytelling, THE PAPER YEAR will keep you on the edge of your seat with an unforgettable cast of characters who are compelled to do the unthinkable to survive.

I shout for help, hoping someone, anyone, hears me.

Everyone is gone. They heeded the warning and left hours ago.

Glancing down at the watch my husband gave me when we first married, I notice the time: ten minutes to eight. I’m fucked.

Any minute now the demolition crew will blow this basement into a gazillion pieces. I imagine my body combusting like an overcooked dinner that had been left in the microwave for far too long on the highest power. My arms would be found somewhere on FDR Drive. My legs would smack the roof of a nearby cab. I thought about my dentist, Dr. Sabbagh, having to identify my skull using dental records. And my mother in Westchester; I can already hear her saying, “I told Piper she should’ve never gotten married to someone as good-looking as Boden Adler.”

My hands, cut and bloody from fighting while trying to defend myself, start to shake uncontrollably. Reaching for the edge of the cage that I’m locked into, I throw myself onto the mesh metal with every ounce of energy left inside me, praying the door comes loose.

Locked from the other side, it doesn’t budge.

Fear pounds in my heart, blood thumps through my ears. The florescent lights that have given me hope like a warm blanket for the last hour fade to darkness.

Exhausted, I surrender, collapsing onto the cold cement floor.

“You got your chance. You should’ve left when I told you,” the voice yells from the top of the stairs. “Goodbye.”

Never in a million years did I think I’d die like this.

New York Times bestselling author Avery Aster pens The Manhattanites, a contemporary erotic romance series of full-length, stand-alone novels, and the naughty new adult prequel companion series The Undergrad Years. Join Avery's newsletter eepurl.com/CQ665 and get a FREE ebook!

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Book Enthusiast Promotions Presents: Kinky As F*ck by Avery Aster; #ReleaseBlitz, #NowAvailable, #BuyNow, #Giveaway

Book Title: Kinky As F*ck 

Author: Avery Aster 

Genre:  M/M Erotic Romance and M/M New Adult Note: features BDSM 

Release Date: February 21, 2017 

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Two bestselling novels at one low price!

XO, Blake: New Yorker Blake Morgan is gay, handsome, and kinky as f*ck. In this duet, you’ll join him on a naughty new adult adventure where he wakes up in a man's bed he’s been lusting after for as long as he can remember.

Unsaid: Lower East Side multimedia artist extraordinaire Miguel Santana may be known as the cocky Latin stud in the city, but all he’s wanted since college was Blake’s hand in marriage. He was livid when Blake walked down the aisle with the wrong guy. Miguel has his own list titled the Seven Needs, which are quite contrary to Blake’s dirty-boy deeds. They involve serious commitments, which may leave his new-to-the-singles-scene buddy sprinting for the door, destroying any hopes Miguel has for happiness.

Blake looked up, not quite forgetting his friend’s beauty. His black pearl eyes raked over him, full lips and dimples received the gesture.

“Has anyone ever told you that you are the spitting image of Mario Lopez?”

“From Extra TV??”

“Ah-huh.” He always appreciated his friend’s sex appeal, but he’d never noticed how gentle and caring he was until that moment. He could be super sweet.

“Every day,” Miguel returned, the smile accentuating his dimples to further resemble the TV actor. He handed him a toothbrush topped with paste and instructed, “Brush.”

Scrubbing the toothbrush in his mouth, he cleaned over his top and bottom teeth, then his tongue back and forth, spat on the shower floor next to their feet, and rinsed his mouth in the shower.

A creamy shampoo was applied to his curls while standing under the showerhead. With a bristle brush, Miguel scrubbed his shoulders and back counterclockwise, followed by his chest, arms, legs, and feet clockwise.

He’d never had anyone wash his hair except at the salon. Overwhelmed by how the simplest gesture made him feel, he closed his eyes and tried to stand tall. In silence, he observed their closeness. You…treat me as a gift. Make me feel special.

This shower brought the intimacy between them to a newfound intensity.

Reaching down, Miguel grabbed him close, groin-to-groin. Their two cocks touched. “We’re about the same size.”

“Not quite,” he corrected, believing Miguel to be bigger. He wasn’t sure why, but he’d always felt so much smaller around him. Maybe it was his dominant personality, his confidence.

Miguel held onto his cock and rubbed his palm over the tip. He then circled his hand over his own. His dimpled grin increased.

He squirmed but stood his ground, looking his friend deep in his molten eyes. He wasn’t backing down. Not then.

The challenge must’ve motivated what came next for Miguel reached behind him and grabbed his ass.

His mouth leaned up to Blake’s right ear. “Tonight, I’m going to fist you. I want your ass clean.” He buried two fingers inside him.

“Mig!” He loved this.

“Understand?”

“Yes.” He was tempted to say, No. No way in Hell, but his friend seemed intent on fisting. He’d brought it up a few times. Who knew, he enjoyed his face fucking and golden shower, so maybe the pleasures would continue. “This morning was the hottest thing ever.”

“I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself.” After grabbing the shave cream canister, Miguel lathered his scruff.

“I am, very much so.”

Miguel popped off a new disposable razor lid from the shower caddy. Starting with Blake’s right cheek, he glided the blade down, top to bottom and said, “Such a pretty face, for a man.” He studied his eyes for confirmation.

“Oh, please…” He looked away knowing he wasn’t one for compliments, especially about his face.

“Why do you dismiss what I say?” With an owner’s grip, he turned his chin and shaved his upper neck.

“I wasn’t raised placing an emphasis on looks.” He felt the shower’s heat steal into his pores. It was hard to listen to the compliments. Ever since that plane crash, back in college, he never thought of himself as attractive.

“You’d never know with the way you carry yourself.”

“What do you mean?” He drew his upper lip down, enabling Miguel to shave under his nostrils.

“You take pride in the way you dress, the clothes, fit body, perfect teeth¾”

“Thanks. I work in advertising. It’s my job to look good.”

“It shows.”

Miguel pressed his lips against his mouth. He slid his tongue into his mouth and kissed him deeply, pulling his body in tight. The shave foam residue lubed their lips. Blake’s backside rested against the tile wall, his torso buried deep in his friend’s embrace.

“Why do you look away when I compliment you? Do I make you uncomfortable talking about how attractive you are?”

“No. I, ahhh…” God, how would he answer that? He tried to smile. “Mig, no one’s ever said that to me before is all.”

“Well, it’s true. You’re the most attractive guy I’ve ever met.” Dropping the razor onto the ledge, he wrapped his arms around him.

With relentless enjoyment, he pressed into Miguel’s rock-hard body. “Thank you.” He saw acceptance in his friend’s eyes. He’d never noticed it until then. Had he always looked at him that way and he’d just not seen it before?

The shower suddenly felt too small. He could barely breathe. “I better get dressed. I have some errands to run before work.”

Miguel squirted shampoo onto his own hair as he stepped out and toweled off.

“Blake…”

“Yeah?”

New York Times bestselling author Avery Aster pens The Manhattanites, a contemporary erotic romance series of full-length, stand-alone novels, and the naughty new adult prequel companion series The Undergrad Years. Join Avery's newsletter eepurl.com/CQ665 and get a FREE ebook!

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Book Enthusiast Promotions Presents: Uncensored by Avery Aster; #BlogTour, #OutNow, #Giveaway

Book Title: Uncensored (A Manhattanites Book 7) 

Author: Avery Aster 

Genre: Erotic Romance 

Release Date: January 12, 2017 

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Sobriety is in vogue this season when Debauchery magazine founder Vive Farnworth trades in her Park Avenue mansion for a halfway house. Enjoying “therapy” on a tomato farm, she relearns how to live. Her focus on fruit soon ripens when a new roommate moves in. He’s dominant and challenging, and she swears his orgasm-inducing body looks familiar. Then again, her memory is one gin martini blur.

Stripped of his Olympic gold medal, Roddick “The Grunt” Beckstrong was the #1 professional tennis player in the world until a certain news outlet exposed him for doping to enhance his performance. After losing custody of his son to his ex-wife, along with sixty-five million dollars, he’s out for revenge against the owner of the tabloid that ruined his life—Debauchery.

To destroy his nemesis, he’ll entice her mind, seduce her soul, and satiate her body’s lust. Then he’ll publicly humiliate her! Falling in all-consuming love along the way wasn’t part of his plan, but it happens. When Vive learns of Roddick’s motives, she ups the ante with the one thing he hasn’t obliterated, her heart. It’s a vengeance that he never saw coming. Whoever stays sober the longest may win something their fame and fortunes never gave them before—a chance at happiness.

“Do you know what I hate about this detox thing the most?”

“No clue.”

“Not having sex. I miss it. Don’t you?”

I nod. “I’ll admit it’s been a while for me too.”

She reaches forward, then gently grazes her long nails over my forearm, causing every hair on my body to stand upright. I shift my legs, trying to get comfortable.

“I can see that.” She lines her mouth up with mine.

“Are you going to kiss me?” I ask, somewhat in shock.

Licking her full lips, she glares at me as if waiting for me to make the first move.

After a few tense moments of silence, she blurts out, “Do you masturbate?”

“Not usually.” Over the years, my coaches and managers didn’t like it when their players would jerk off before a match. They said it would kill our stamina and drive to win. Over time you just get used to not getting yourself off, saving it for when you’re with someone special and having sex in person. “What about you?”

“All the time,” she confesses breathlessly.

Unable to hold back any longer, I cup her cheek, press my lips against hers, and shove my tongue down her throat.

Her nipples tighten as I pinch them through the blouse. Our tongues dance together, first with shallow breaths and then deep ones.

She spreads her legs for me, guiding my hand between her legs.

“You want me to….”

“Get me off… please…,” she begs.

“We can’t have sex. Those are the house rules.”

“Fingering me isn’t sex.” She pushes my hand in the direction of her zipper.

“That’s the funny thing about fingering.” I unzip her pants, shimmy her shorts down to her knees, and admire her panties. Thin nude fabric with a shimmer sparkle over her privates. “It won’t stop with just my fingers.” I slide my right hand between her thighs, feeling her warmness, and sudden wetness.

“Yes, right there.”

With my middle and ring finger deep inside the well of her cunt, I pant in her ear, “My tongue is getting jealous. I have to taste you.”

Her eyes widen as she lies back on the sofa. Hedda, her dog, hops off the coffee table and takes a place on the kitchen floor to nap.

I slide off the sofa onto my knees and bury my face between her legs.

Her pink flesh stares back at me. I lick once. She shudders. Lick twice. She moans.

“Tongue-fuck me,” she bosses.

“We’re not allowed to fuck. Can I eat you out without you coming?”

She laughs. “No.”

“Let’s see.” I kiss the flesh of her inner thigh. “So soft.”

“Keep going.” She glares down at me. “Yesss.”

Licking my lips, I trace my tongue around her clit, edging her to come.

“Fuck. Yes. Rod.” She fists my hairline as her thumbs press against my forehead.

I slide two fingers back and forth, in and out, while my tongue laps up her wetness.

“Yesss. Roddie. Like that. Fuck. Don’t stop. Keep going.” Her legs tighten around the back of my head as I fully submerse myself in her.

Tongue licking.

Fingers fucking.

“Come for me.”

“Now?”

“Dammit, woman. Right now.”

I curl my left index finger inside her while rubbing two fingers against her clit with my right. She cries out and squirts a steady stream up at my face.

Like a cat in heat, Vive’s moans turn me on to the point where I want to give my tongue a break and fuck her with my cock. But it’s too soon for that. I know it is. This woman hasn’t been touched in so long. I can see that now.

As she comes I frantically lick and lick. I fucking love the way she tastes.

Just as she finishes and pulls her shorts up, there’s a knock on the door.

New York Times bestselling author Avery Aster pens The Manhattanites, a contemporary erotic romance series of full-length, stand-alone novels, and the naughty new adult prequel companion series The Undergrad Years. Join Avery's newsletter eepurl.com/CQ665 and get a FREE ebook!

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