Title: Tap
Series: Men of Lovibond #1
Author: Georgia Cates
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Cover Design: Indie Formatting Service
Release Date: January 10, 2016
Cover Design: Indie Formatting Service
Release Date: January 10, 2016
Blurb
Craft beer
and the sexy men who brew it.
and the sexy men who brew it.
A faceless
name. That’s all she was when I agreed to play a part in deceiving her. But
then the unplanned happened.
name. That’s all she was when I agreed to play a part in deceiving her. But
then the unplanned happened.
We met. And
all I wanted from her was a dirty weekend . . . until that wasn’t enough and I
longed for so much more.
all I wanted from her was a dirty weekend . . . until that wasn’t enough and I
longed for so much more.
Lawrence
Thorn suddenly means the world to me. And that’s a problem. She’s my business
partner’s sister. Forbidden fruit. Pursuing her can mean trouble for me at
Lovibond Brewery. But I don’t care.
Thorn suddenly means the world to me. And that’s a problem. She’s my business
partner’s sister. Forbidden fruit. Pursuing her can mean trouble for me at
Lovibond Brewery. But I don’t care.
I yearn for
her skin against mine.
her skin against mine.
I crave her
smell on my body.
smell on my body.
I want to
make her laugh and then hear her moan my name.
make her laugh and then hear her moan my name.
And she
does for a brief moment in time.
does for a brief moment in time.
But
Lawrence wants more than I’m able to give. And it’s a damn shame because
there’s no one on earth I want more than her.
Lawrence wants more than I’m able to give. And it’s a damn shame because
there’s no one on earth I want more than her.
An epic
love.
love.
A miserable
ending.
ending.
Unless it’s
not.
not.
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Excerpt
Lawrence
Thorn
Thorn
My eyes
follow Brou as he leaves the bench and walks away. Sheez. His ass looks great in those jeans. And it looks pretty great
not in those jeans too.
follow Brou as he leaves the bench and walks away. Sheez. His ass looks great in those jeans. And it looks pretty great
not in those jeans too.
I can’t
believe I had my hand wrapped around his cock.
believe I had my hand wrapped around his cock.
I can’t
believe he came in my hand.
believe he came in my hand.
I can’t
believe he stood in front of me naked from the waist down.
believe he stood in front of me naked from the waist down.
I can’t
believe he touched me with his fingers between my legs and then sucked them. Fuck. That was hot.
believe he touched me with his fingers between my legs and then sucked them. Fuck. That was hot.
No one has
ever made me come so hard in all my life. Brou
gives quality orgasms. I can’t wait to have another.
ever made me come so hard in all my life. Brou
gives quality orgasms. I can’t wait to have another.
Title: Stout
Series: Men of Lovibond #2
Author: Georgia Cates
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Cover Design: Indie Formatting Service
Release Date: May 10, 2016
Cover Design: Indie Formatting Service
Release Date: May 10, 2016
Blurb
Craft beer and the sexy men who brew it.
A beautiful neighbor. A complete stranger. That’s all she was when I
moved in next door.
moved in next door.
Adelyn Maxwell is my neighbor but she’s no girl next door. The more I
come to know her, the more I discover she’s a good girl with a lovely dark
side. And maybe I don’t want her to stay on her side of the fence.
come to know her, the more I discover she’s a good girl with a lovely dark
side. And maybe I don’t want her to stay on her side of the fence.
I want to disturb the rhythm of her pulse.
I want to see the way her hair spills on the bed when she lies beneath
me.
me.
I want her to teach me the dirty pretty things she desires behind closed
doors. And she does.
doors. And she does.
But mostly I want to leave my mark on the most intimate, untouched part
of her body. Her heart.
of her body. Her heart.
A seemingly insignificant intersection of our lives neither of us recalls
suddenly becomes a pivotal moment in our future. We aren’t strangers at all. And
our paths aren’t crossing for the first time.
suddenly becomes a pivotal moment in our future. We aren’t strangers at all. And
our paths aren’t crossing for the first time.
These twists and turns of fate will become one of two things: a wrecking
ball to tear us apart or the connection to bond us together forever.
ball to tear us apart or the connection to bond us together forever.
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Excerpt
Oliver
Thorn’s POV from Chapter 6
Thorn’s POV from Chapter 6
“Control.
And how I feel when you exert your strength over me. Domination. Power.
Control. All of it turns me the fuck on.”
And how I feel when you exert your strength over me. Domination. Power.
Control. All of it turns me the fuck on.”
“Why?”
“There’s
something primal and exhilarating about a man who takes complete control in the
bedroom. That’s what it’s about for me. I want to feel desire. Real
desire. I need a man who will grab me and make me feel small and vulnerable and
feminine. Without hurting me.”
something primal and exhilarating about a man who takes complete control in the
bedroom. That’s what it’s about for me. I want to feel desire. Real
desire. I need a man who will grab me and make me feel small and vulnerable and
feminine. Without hurting me.”
She
releases my hands and sits upright, still mounted on top of me. “Outside of the
bedroom, it’s all a level playing field. I’m an independent woman, and I
control everything in my life. But in the bedroom . . . I want to be controlled
by a strong man.”
releases my hands and sits upright, still mounted on top of me. “Outside of the
bedroom, it’s all a level playing field. I’m an independent woman, and I
control everything in my life. But in the bedroom . . . I want to be controlled
by a strong man.”
“And
choked.”
choked.”
“I need an
alpha male. I crave the dominance and show of strength he has over me.” She
reaches for my hands and intertwines our fingers. “You’re the first man I’ve
trusted in years. I couldn’t have let anyone else put their hands on me that
way. It had to be you.” She releases my hands and leans over me, propping on
her lower arms, but her hands grasp my face. She presses a soft, closemouthed
kiss on my lips. “Only you, Thorn.”
alpha male. I crave the dominance and show of strength he has over me.” She
reaches for my hands and intertwines our fingers. “You’re the first man I’ve
trusted in years. I couldn’t have let anyone else put their hands on me that
way. It had to be you.” She releases my hands and leans over me, propping on
her lower arms, but her hands grasp my face. She presses a soft, closemouthed
kiss on my lips. “Only you, Thorn.”
She wants
an alpha. A controller. A choker.
an alpha. A controller. A choker.
God help
me, I like what I just did to her. I want to do it again. And that’s totally
fucked up.
me, I like what I just did to her. I want to do it again. And that’s totally
fucked up.
I spent my
childhood being controlled, dominated, choked. What kind of person does it make
me if I do those things to her? Even if it’s what she wants?
childhood being controlled, dominated, choked. What kind of person does it make
me if I do those things to her? Even if it’s what she wants?
“I can’t,
Max.”
Max.”
She presses
her forehead to mine. “You can. You did.” I did. And it was wrong.
her forehead to mine. “You can. You did.” I did. And it was wrong.
So.
Fucking. Wrong.
Fucking. Wrong.
“But not
again.”
again.”
“I saw your
face. You liked my submission. You liked putting your hand on me like that. You
weren’t repulsed. And in those few moments when you held my life in your hands,
I belonged to you. I knew it. You knew it. And you liked it.”
face. You liked my submission. You liked putting your hand on me like that. You
weren’t repulsed. And in those few moments when you held my life in your hands,
I belonged to you. I knew it. You knew it. And you liked it.”
Author Bio
Georgia resides in rural Mississippi with her wonderful husband, Jeff, and their two beautiful daughters. She spent fourteen years as a labor and delivery nursebefore she decided to pursue her dream of becoming an author and hasn’t looked
back yet.
When she’s not writing, she’s thinking about writing. When she’s being domestic, she’s listening to her music and visualizing scenes for her current work in progress.
Every story coming from her always has a song to inspire it.
Every story coming from her always has a song to inspire it.
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