Giveaway- Unleashing the Receptionist Book Tour

*This book is the third installentment of The Receptionist. If you haven't read the first two please do. You won't regret it.*

Product Warnings
Contains hot three-way M/F/M sex, highly inappropriate office behavior, a shocking secret, a kinky accountant and some really bad girl-on-girl porno reenactments.

Yeah, that's the warning for this hot read. Highly inappropriate office behavior? Yes please!

This book is a page turner, panty dropper, get your bestfriend BOB out and have at it.

I love the chemistry between Dana, Ethan and Simon. All three of them complete each other emotionally and phsyically. But the guys are holding back their past from her and it's making her feel left out, some what unwanted. They don't want to discuss it with her but someone from their past comes in and oh the shit storm she tries to create.

Dana decides to take matters into her own hands by getting to the bottom of what is going on with Ethan and Simons old partner, Margo. She plays and toys with the accountant, Peter who is brought in to look over the firms books. 

Oh the things she does is just down right sexy and hot. And it gets the job done. She finds out information and uses it against their old partner whom I like to name "Bitch with Stick Up Ass". Dana baits and hooks Bitch with Stick Up Ass into thinking that she will betray the guys and start working with her. What an idiot!

I love how things turned out after Dana, Ethan and Simon meet with Bitch with Stick Up Ass at the so called "I am betraying two hot guys who loves to bump uglies with me all the time" meeting. I danced and yelled with joy "Ha Ha! Take that you evil twat face!"

As a little "Thank You" to Peter, Dana and Belinda the delivery girl puts on a really bad, horrible teasy, yet slightly hot girl and girl porno for him. 

I so hoped and wished that this book was a little bit longer. Why? Well, because I would have liked to know more about what kind of "consultanting" Ethan and Simon actually do. Also, at times it felt like the story was being rushed which was slightly dissappointing.

Overall it's a great read and it will get you all hot and bothered.

Happy Reading :)

***REVIEWED BY: CRYSTAL

A note from Juniper-

Since I’ve been writing the Receptionist series, my favorite reader compliments are about how the books combine scorching heat with a sense of humor. The heroine, Dana, is a bit of a smart-ass, and since she’s narrating the stories, she tends to keep the quips coming. Take the very first line of UNLEASHING THE RECEPTIONIST, the third in the series:

On a typical workday, if I’m chained to my desk it’s with silk cords and for one purpose only—because it leads to screaming orgasms for me and my two delectable bosses, Simon and Ethan.

Dana likes playing with words, she likes playing with office power dynamics, and she likes playing with her two sexy bosses. (I guess you could say she likes to play.) Like all of us, she uses her sense of humor in all sorts of ways. She uses it to make sense out of her crappy childhood --- her nickname for her hometown is “Low-life, Long Island.” She uses it to lighten up a bleak situation.

“We have picnics, but you can’t even spread out a blanket without kicking aside a stray used needle or two.”

She uses it as self-defense.

Ethan’s voice dropped into the sudden tension with two stern words. “Come. Here.”

“Fine.” I stepped forward. “But I feel I should remind you of the current policy against physical contact established by the head of this firm...” I broke off

with a squeak, finding myself suddenly turned across his lap. In the space of half a second, I was staring at the beige carpet and feeling my skirt yanked over my head.

She uses it to tease.

“You’re so right, boss. I’m being bad, aren’t I?” I rubbed my nipples on the broad plain between his shoulder blades. Obedient little soldiers, they peaked right away from the heat of his body. Or maybe from the memory of all the things Ethan had done to them. “There’s probably something in the manual about this. In the punishment-and-correction section.”

And she uses it to bring that extra bit of playfulness to her sex life with Ethan and Simon.

I prepared to channel every bad porn movie I’d ever seen. “I can’t help but notice that you’re not wearing underwear.”

“Is that a problem? I find it…confining.”

I nearly snorted at the way she batted her eyelashes. “Not at all. In fact, underwear is frowned on here at Cowell, Dirk & Arthur. Unless it looks like this.”

I unbuttoned my sweater to reveal my bustier.

So if you think hot sex and humor might be a fun combo, give UNLEASHING THE RECEPTIONIST a try. It’s the third in the series, but it can be read as a standalone. And you can always enter the contest to win the first two books!

ABOUT JUNIPER ~

Juniper Bell is a multi-published, bestselling author of erotic romance. She lives with her husband in a cabin in Alaska with no running water and a spectacular view of glaciers. She wound up in the frozen north after leaving her career as a stressed-out Los Angeles TV writer. Luckily, her love for writing survived the move. When she’s not writing, she’s spending time with her family, traveling, shoveling snow, and dreaming about the day she moves to Hawaii. She’s published with Ellora’s Cave and Samhain Publishing.

Her website is http://JuniperBell.com.

Her email is juniper@juniperbell.com

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His storm-dark eyes demanded her response. In bed, when he got that look, she knew there was nothing for it but to bend over, spread her legs, whatever it was he’d demanded. Ecstasy always followed. Lars knew how to touch her like no one else, knew what she liked, what she needed. But he didn’t know everything. “You’re trying to put me in a box,” she said, loud enough to surprise a magpie in the woods. It fluttered to a higher branch. “How? Why?” He actually looked mystified. “You’re telling me who to fuck, and how, and when, and why. I don’t want a ‘why’, Lars! I want to fuck who and when I want. For whatever reason.” “Katia, I know you’re a wild child. I know you like sex in all sorts of different ways. That’s one of the things I love about you.” He dropped his ski poles and pulled her toward him, thrusting his thigh between her legs. An instantaneous, irresistible urge to rub herself against him took over. She pictured his thigh naked, each massive muscle perfectly defined and sleek. On its own, her groin ground into him. His eyes lit with fierce satisfaction. “See that? You’re just as crazy about me as I am about you.” He planted his hands on her ass, then manipulated her up and down against his leg until she moaned. “You can’t run from what we have.” She tore herself away, stumbling because of her skis. He grabbed her so she wouldn’t fall. “Stop that.” He came after her, intent and relentless. The sexy bastard knew what he did to her. Knew how to keep her coming back for more. “Look, Lars. This isn’t going to work.” She scrambled for the right words. “I can’t marry you. The answer is no.” His blue eyes flickered, but other than that he didn’t look one bit daunted. He kept coming at her. “Why? Because of Jimmy?” “No! Well, sort of.” She shook him off, and this time he let her ski a few yards down the path before he stopped her. “Sort of? What the fuck does that mean?” “It means the answer is no. I can’t marry you.” She said the words as firmly and clearly as she could. It hurt like surgery, but it had to be done. Lars rubbed a ski glove across his forehead, leaving a streak of white. She longed to brush it off but stopped herself short. She couldn’t do this if she touched him. Touching him made her lose her senses. “Is it Wild? Living in Alaska? The cold?” “No, none of that,” she said, taken off guard. “I like it here. No one’s telling you what to do or pushing you around. No one’s judging you. You can do what you want.” The look of relief on his face tore at her heart. “I thought Alaska would drive you away from me.” She shook her head. “No, it didn’t. It isn’t. It’s not Alaska.” A glance around the still woods gave her a quick vision of snow turning blue in the deepening dusk and velvety darkness settling among the trees. The beauty of it speared her heart. Leaving Lars would mean leaving Wild. She’d have to go back to the world of cities and her aimless existence. Setting her jaw, she planted her ski poles and shoved off. Of course, Lars chased her. “Then what? Give me an answer I can understand.” He slid next to her and they skied side by side. He had to keep brushing branches away with his pole. ”Oh, for God’s sake. Why do you have to be so persistent?” “Because that’s who I am. I’m a competitor and I never give up.” “This isn’t a race!” But she found herself skiing faster nonetheless. “No, it’s more important than a damn race. I’ve never felt about anyone the way I feel about you. I thought you loved me.” “I do. But I don’t want to be married.” “Because marriage is a box.” “Exactly.” Finally, he got it. Hope fizzed through her. Maybe they could just go back to how things were. “You don’t mind it when I’m making you come three times in one night.” “Of course I don’t.” The power of his body gliding next to her gave her the shivers. “You don’t mind it when I tie you up and fuck you until you scream for mercy.” “No. I love it!” “But it’s not just sex. Everything feels right when I’m with you. When we’re together.” “But we are together. That’s why I came here.” “So why not get married? That’s what comes next when people feel the way we do.” Katia’s eyes stung from the wind in her face, or maybe the realization that he didn’t get it, after all. Up ahead she saw their house. Lars’ house. The one she couldn’t stay at anymore. She stopped, panting, and waved a ski pole at him. “Why can’t you leave things the way they are?” “The hell with that.” He lifted her up with one hand on the back of her jacket, like a giant cat with its prey. “You want me right now, don’t you?” “Yes! But you don’t understand.” Those last words came out as a wail as he clicked off the bindings on her skis. They clattered against each other as they fell to the snowy ground. “Then make me understand.” He let her feet touch the ground again but kept his grip on her parka. With a flick of his free hand, he unzipped her snowpants. The rush of cold air made her breath catch. He plunged his gloved hand between her legs. Tears sprang to her eyes as the rough friction of the performance leather, custom made for an Olympic champion, brushed against her clit. She went from zero to wildly aroused with one flick of his finger. “Oh god, Lars. You’re killing me,” she moaned. The underbrush rustled as some tiny alarmed creature scurried to safety. She writhed against the leather at her crotch, but his hand kept dancing away. The warmth of it radiated through the glove. His refusal to move against her the way she craved drove her right to the edge. And he knew it, the bastard.

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