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Saturday, March 19, 2016



You Don’t Own Me
By: Georgia LeCarre
An Erotic Romance
Release Date: March 19, 2016








Blurb:

Dahlia

I knew I should have listened to my inner voice. I should never have said yes to helping out my friend, but I did, and the Russian with the dangerous eyes shocked me by how easily he stirred outrageous desires in my body and made me lose complete control. I did the only thing I could. I walked (all right, I ran) away to the sound of his cheap parting shot, ‘you'll be back when you need my help.’

But I haven’t been able to run away from him in my dreams. God knows I’ve tried. Then something unthinkable happens. My sister goes missing while on a backpacking trip, and the ruthless predator is the only one who can help.

He sits in his study, a beautiful, powerful man with eyes cold enough to freeze my blood.

He says he can help, but nothing is for free …


Zane

She ran like a spooked deer, but I always knew she’d be back.

Now she thinks she can just waltz in here and pretend like nothing’s happened. I'm not buying that bullshit. We both know why she's here and what she really wants from me.

She can't get my taste out of her mind.

She wants me to satisfy the aching desires that have gripped her body ever since I made her cum on my fingers. Every time she closes her eyes she thinks of what I could do to her.

But I'm not a man given to doing favors. I'm an opportunist. There's always a price for my help.


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Excerpt:

As soon as we are alone I lose my shit. This, as far as I am concerned, it’s the last straw. I’m out of here. I’ve had enough. I didn’t sign up for this bullshit. The deal was he doesn’t do anything I don’t like, or the deal is off. He just did something I detest. I absolutely will not allow him or any other man to talk to me like that. No matter how hungry my body is for him, I simply won’t allow such abuse.  Maybe I’m not built to be someone’s sex toy. I’m too independent and free-spirited to be anybody else’s side kick. He can go find himself another pliable sex toy to bully.
‘You’re an arrogant bastard, Zane. How dare you speak to me like that in front of other people?’ I fume, striding towards the door.
He stands in my way magnificent and menacing. ‘I’ll speak to you how I like. I own you.’
I gasp. ‘Well, I’ve got news for you. You don’t own me.’
‘Yes, I fucking do,’ he snarls. His arm shoots out and he yanks me to him.
My new shoes lift off the ground and my body slams into his, knocking all the wind from my lungs. Stunned, I stare up into his furious face. There is a muscle ticking at the side of his jaw. His eyes are impenetrable as his head swoops down, and his lips crush mine in a hungry kiss.
His mouth is hot and wild.
Intoxicated, I open my mouth and emit a low moan. H is tongue forces its way in instantly. The kiss is my salvation and my torment. It is more than anything I could have imagined. It is magic; like that time I sat on a hill right in the middle of a summer storm and saw the lightning crash through the sky and felt it in my veins.
He draws my tongue into his mouth and sucks on it. I feel as I am floating on air. No matter what happens after this, I know I will carry the memory of this first kiss for the rest of my life. I will die with it still on my lips.
Like an addict my arms reach up and tangle helplessly around his strong neck.


Giveaway:

You Don’t Own Me #1 ~ COMING May, 2016





About The Author:

Georgia Le Carre writes contemporary and adult romance and is the bestselling author of the Amazon # 1 bestseller,the billionaire banker series.

She lives in a little old 19th century romantic cottage, surrounded by the most magical garden, filled with fruit and walnut trees and teeming with wildlife.

Her diet includes all things chocolate and a voracious appetite for Romance reads, particularly new authors with a fresh voice.

When she is not feeding words into Amy, her precious laptop, she can be found lost in a long walk in the woods, particularly on moonlit nights; and often with the man of her dreams.

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Sunday, May 31, 2015

DRC Promotions & Ingenious Indie Promotions Presents: Hypnotized by Georgia Le Carre


Title:  Hypnotized
Author:  Georgia Le Carre
Genre:  Erotic Suspense
Tour Host: DRC Promotions & Ingenious Indie Promotions


Synopsis:

Hypnotized...
Unlocking her mind... Will unleash his darkest desires.
Marlow Kane
Two years ago I had the perfect life. Then…BOOM…everything was gone in a one shocking instant that left me dead inside.
Now I’m a hypnotist on London’s famous Harley Street. I’ll help you kick a habit, lose an irrational fear, shed some pounds, or explore your past…
My new client Olivia Swanson is an incredibly beautiful, mysterious and troubled young woman who has lost her memory. As our sessions commence her deepest darkest desires are laid bare and I realize she is not at all what she seems to be.
What I uncover is so intoxicating I begin to lose all sense of professionalism. I know I should abandon our weekly encounters—I know I should stop—but I can’t…
What I fear most is what I am discovering about myself....
Olivia Swanson.
Marlow Kane is unlike any man I've ever known. He has film star looks, a ripped body and a very sexy American accent. But sometimes when he thinks no one is looking I see pain swimming in his eyes.
To excavate my buried memories I gave him permission to delve into the darkest recesses of my mind, but I've now begun to experience flashbacks. The problem is I don't recognize the woman in my memories.
But I say nothing because I fear he may suddenly stop and I cannot let him walk away. I live for his smoldering gaze and forbidden touch.
He has no idea that the deeper he goes the more entangled we become....

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Teaser:
‘I want you.’
The gold went from his eyes. They glowed like wet amber. Wild, ancient, and powerful. Suddenly, as if it was too much to resist, his hand reached out and grabbed a handful of hair from the back of my head. My mouth went dry. I swayed toward him. I could smell him. Soap. Alcohol. At this time of the afternoon? And something else. The smells of his day? Impossible to tell. Intriguing nevertheless.
The other hand, rough with urgency, curled around my waist. Hot, solid and possessive. His lips traveled downwards. It must have been only a second but it seemed to take ages. Breathlessly I waited for his lips to find mine. I felt him inhale before our lips touched. And then all hell broke loose and I lost all sense of time or place.
The brutal warmth of his mouth was incredible. All that was cold and lost inside me went up in flames like kindling on a dry night. I laced my fingers through the lushness of his thick hair and moaned. His tongue was fire. Irresistible. A madness that swept along my lower lip. When he bit the edge of my bottom lip hard enough for me to gasp with a mixture of pain and pleasure, his tongue snaked into my open mouth, muscular, cocky, and tasting indescribably delicious.
A rush of heat flared between my legs. I stood on tiptoes like a child reaching for a treat on a high shelf, and sucked the hot and silky flesh like it was toffee. I could have sucked him forever. The greed that flashed inside me was as shocking as the impatience that poured out of me.
I was starving for him.


About The Author:

Georgia Le Carre lives in England, in an old 19th century romantic cottage surrounded by a magical garden filled with fruit and walnut trees.
When she is not feeding words into her laptop, she is either curled up in bed with a box of chocolates and a good read, or lost in a long walk in the woods. Especially on moonlit nights. And often with the man of her dreams.


                 Connect with Georgia:
Email Add: georgialecarre@gmail.com