My Secret Romance Book Reviews: Maya St. James

Saturday, February 14, 2015

Release Day Blitz: Pawn Volume Two By Maya St. James

“My motivation is simple. Greed. I wanted to possess you, wanted to fuck you speechless, wanted everything about you. I’m not broken. I’m nothing you’re trying to make me out to be, so unless the next words out of your mouth are ‘Fuck me, Graham,’ we’re done here. Your move, Ms. Courtney.”

That’s what the stranger I’ve agreed to crawl into bed with told me when I confronted him for betraying me. Five months. I’ve given Senator Graham Delaney permission to possess my body for five months, and I know nothing about him except that he’s manipulated me and that his dirty mouth and demanding hands set my skin on fire, leaving me writhing for more. My wickedly handsome lover is all lies and desire and secrets—all bundled up in a well-fitted suit and a grin that won over millions—and I’m determined to figure him out.

To possess him.

After all, I have four and a half months left. And I’m already getting under his skin.

My move indeed, Senator Delaney.

Book 2 of a 3 part serial. Volume 1 (ebook) : January 27, 2015 Volume 2 (ebook): February 14, 2015 Volume 3 (ebook): February 27, 2015

Vol 1 to 3 Paperback: February 27, 2015

WARNING: The pages of this book contain filthy words and naughty situations. Reader discretion advised.

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“You were on TV. Believe me, you weren’t hard to find.” When I accidentally lick my lips, the corners of his tug into a grin that leaves me swallowing hard and feeling like a traitor to myself for still feeling an iota of attraction toward him. “I didn’t realize you’re so giving.” Suggestive much? “Then if you saw me on TV, smart ass, you know there are cameras all around. But I’m sure if you’re seen you won’t have any trouble explaining why you’re trying to pick me up like a—” The way he skims his tongue over his straight teeth leave the word prostitute hanging in my throat. “Careful, Elle,” he warns. “The cameras are several blocks back, and besides, your daddy’s peacocking is keeping them plenty busy.” He nods to the passenger seat. “Get in the car, before I get out.” “And then what will you do?” I challenge. “Then I’ll give your cunt an encore of what we started against a bathroom wall five days ago,” he says, his bronze face suddenly all business in spite of his words. Remembering the way his hand felt between my legs—inside my body—my core tightens sharply. The fierce pain that comes with craving something wrong and incredibly stupid pummels through me. “And Elle? I’m not going to give a fuck who sees us.” He reaches for his door handle, and I gasp as a truck comes down the street. Quickly sliding into the passenger seat, I slam the door as hard as I can. Laughing, he pulls away from the curb and drives about a mile up the street, where he parks at a closed Mom and Pop pharmacy. “You’re an asshole," I hiss. “You didn’t have to get in, Elle.” I feel his brown eyes studying my profile. “You could have stayed out there, waiting to see if I followed through. I would have, just so we're clear.”

Smut addict and hopeless romantic, sometimes at the same time. I have an odd fascination with reality TV, vintage clothing, and Marvel movies. Books are my passion. I'm the author of the upcoming PAWN and INTERTWINED serials.

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Tuesday, January 27, 2015

Release Day Launch and Giveaway: Pawn (Volume One) by Maya St. James

Happy Release Day to Maya St. James and Book 1 of her 3 part serial - PAWN! Make sure to enter the giveaway below for a chance to win a $50 Gift Card! Good luck!!

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“I want to spend your last semester getting you out of those fucking pearls and on all fours.”

That’s what he said to me when he found out that with one semester of college left, my father—his colleague—had cut me off. Young, wickedly handsome, and deliciously moody, Senator Graham Delaney’s filthy proposition to cover tuition in exchange for one semester of kink was terrifying and thrilling and offensive. Very, very offensive.

If you’re wondering if I told him to go screw himself after he gave me his ultimatum—if the night ended with me slapping that smirk off his face—that didn’t happen.

Instead, I did what I needed to do.

I just didn’t expect to like it.

Book 1 of a 3 part serial. Volume 1 (ebook) : January 27, 2015 Volume 2 (ebook): February 14, 2015 Volume 3 (ebook): February 27, 2015 Vol 1 to 3 Paperback: February 27, 2015

*WARNING: The pages of this book contain filthy words and naughty situations. Reader discretion advised.

He fingers the string of pearls around my neck, and I hold back a tremble when his thumb traces my collarbone. “I know you don’t.” He drops my necklace, backing away from me, and gesturing to a glassed-in balcony with a fantastic view of the city lights and the Washington Monument. Squinting, I see there’s a table set for two out there. “Dinner, Elle, before I decide our time is better suited with my face against your—” Tuning out that last little bit, I walk a little too quickly onto the balcony, but the clench in my thighs makes me stumble. He steadies me, gripping my hips from behind me, and pouring gasoline on the fire his words started. “Are you always so clumsy?” Only when hot men who are a decade older than me threaten to go down on me in lieu of dinner. “No. Do you start all your dates like this?” I retort. “No.” We sit down, and the look he gives me is downright predatory. “I normally fuck first, dine later. I usually prefer the dining to be done alone without all the awkward chit-chat.” Flushed, I glance away from his face, focusing on an elaborate chess table, complete with tan and black marble pieces, sitting in the far corner of the balcony. Does he play? I’d learned from my maternal grandfather as a child, but I’d probably get my ass taken to town now, especially by someone like Graham. And instantly, my thoughts go south, carnal, and I blame his suggestive words. I sigh. “You know, you talk about fucking so much it makes me question—” I release a yelp when he pulls my hand in his under the table and shoves it against his zipper, closing my fingers around the unquestionable—and admittedly very, very impressive—bulge. Wow. “That’s not hard, Elle,” he tells me in a low voice, “but if you’re doubtful of my ability to make you forget your fucking name, how to walk—and everything else but yes, please, and more—it won’t take long for you to get me there.”

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