Spanked by the Bad Boy by London Saint James book tour
Title: Spanked
by the Bad Boy
Series: Bad Boy
Fever
Author: London
Saint James
Publisher:
Decadent Publishing
Release Date:
November 4, 2014
Genre: Contemporary, erotic romance, suspense,
thriller, spanking
Heat level: 5
Word count – 49k
Cover art by Mina Carter
Blurb:
As the personal
assistant to the owner of one of the top engineering firms in Denver, Tiffany
Brooks has worked hard at maintaining a professional façade, intent on ridding
herself of terrible habits—like her attraction to bad boys. But when the owner
of DC Construction rides his chopper into her world two years after their
one-time anonymous sexual encounter, everything turns upside down.
Declan Cage is the type of guy who makes a lasting impression, especially with women, yet the gorgeous assistant at Stoub Engineering never remembers his name—or does she? Intrigued by her game, her sexier than sin body, and an infuriating prissy attitude, Ms. Brooks is begging to be taken into hand, and he’s the man to do it.
Armed with the knowledge Declan doesn’t recognize her, will Tiffany give in to her desire for him yet again, or will her past come back to haunt them both and ruin their chance at something real?
Declan Cage is the type of guy who makes a lasting impression, especially with women, yet the gorgeous assistant at Stoub Engineering never remembers his name—or does she? Intrigued by her game, her sexier than sin body, and an infuriating prissy attitude, Ms. Brooks is begging to be taken into hand, and he’s the man to do it.
Armed with the knowledge Declan doesn’t recognize her, will Tiffany give in to her desire for him yet again, or will her past come back to haunt them both and ruin their chance at something real?
Tiffany is a personal assistant to engineering firms. Declan is the owner of a construction company that does business with Tiffany's boss. Tiffany recognizes Declan from a party, but she always acts like she can't remember his name. Tiffany and Declan are obviously attracted to each other. Tiffany gets into a car accident after leaving Declans offices. Declan rushes to the hospital and in order to see Tiffany he lies and tells the nurse he is her fiance. Declan stays at the hospital with Tiffany, takes home and takes care of her. They start to talk and get to know each other and there romances starts to blossom. until one night she goes to tell Declan about their one night stand and it turns out its was Declan twins, things start to unravel and all hell breaks loose. This is a must read if you want to find out how it ends.
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Totally loved this book, couldn't put it down and read it in one sitting. Tiffany Brookes has had a rough childhood – her mother left her with her drunk abusive stepfather when she was younger. As a result, Tiffany is leery of men in her adult life. Tiffany is the receptionist at Stoub Engineering, Declan Cage is the bad a** owner of a construction company. They meet when Declan is coming in for plans for a construction project. Tiffany is feigning disinterest but Declan knows better and when Tiffany is sent to his construction site to drop of paperwork he takes matters into his own hands…
What a super hot read! I loved every second of this book. The characters have such great depth and are written wonderfully. I really hope the next book in the series is about Declan’s brother Ryker – I’m interested to hear his story. Great read, highly recommended!
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(Two Excerpts, please pick one)
General Excerpt:
Tiffany Brooks heard the familiar tocato-tocato-tocato
sound of a purring motor. She
swiveled in her office chair to look out the window
and saw him park his custom
chopper next to her car on the paved lot of Stoub
Engineering.
Straddling his chrome bike wearing
chunky leather-work boots, jeans, and a simple
white T-shirt, Declan Cage set her heart to
pitter-pat.
She touched her chest and groused,
“You’re not attracted to him, Tiffany.”
Tucking a piece of sable-brown hair
behind her ear, she straightened her shoulders
and put on her toothy-white smile.
“Good morning,” she said when he
entered the building.
“Morning, Ms. Brooks.”
She observed him coming toward her
desk and willed her face to look pleasant, yet
restrained. She needed to keep her gaze particularly
uninterested in him although the
smug politeness she plastered across her features
was hard to accomplish. Declan had a
swagger that made her want to gawk at him.
“How are you today?” he asked.
“I’m fine,” she said. “And you?”
“Fabulous.”
Her response was a blank faced,
“I’m sorry. I’m not good with names.”
He crinkled his brow, and the
muscle in his jaw flexed. Yeah. There it was. The look.
She’d definitely gotten under his skin.
“I’m Declan.” He turned slightly to
show her his back and gestured over his shoulder
toward the logo. The silver skull ring he wore on
his thumb gleamed. “From DC
Construction,” he said. She couldn’t help but notice
the way his muscles bulged beneath
the shirt.
“Oh yes.” She waved her hand about.
She knew who he was and had
immediately recognized him the first time he’d
sauntered into the office over a month ago. She’d
played it cool then, and she’d play it
cool now. Besides, revealing her little secret would
be nothing but detrimental. Yet even
if it was a dangerous game, she loved bugging the
hell out of him with her I’m-bad-with names
thing, especially since she imagined he wasn’t used to
a woman forgetting him.
Continuing with the
I’m-a-busy-professional-who’s-not-impressed-by-you farce, she
casually glanced at her laptop, flipped the lid
closed, then looked back up at him. “How
may I help you today?”
“Matthew called me this morning. He
said he left some plans here and I should come
by to pick them up.”
“Plans for the Cherry Hills
project, right?”
Declan smiled, and his dimples made
an appearance through the brownish stubble on
his face. Tiffany shook her legs beneath her desk a
couple of times then stopped the
nervous movement, glad he couldn’t see them.
“Yes,” he said. “For the parking
garage.”
She rolled her chair back and
stood, sliding her hands down the sides of her hips,
hoping to smooth out any wrinkles in her skirt and
secretly wishing to bring attention to
her curves. She removed her sweater so the silk and
lace tank top hidden beneath could
be seen. When she flopped the garment over the back
of her chair, she straightened her
spine and pressed her ample breasts out.
“Follow me,” she said, tugging at
the hem of her shirt.
Satisfied she’d given him a fairly
good view of her hourglass figure, she glanced up.
Declan stood beside her, and even
though she wore four-inch heels, he towered above
her. His height sort of intimidated her, but her
body didn’t seem to impress him.
Crap.
He pulled a cell phone from the
leather holder hooked to his jeans and stared at the
screen. “Sorry,” he said in a bored tone. “I forgot
to send a text.” His fingers tapped. He
put the phone away in a lackadaisical manner. “Lead
on.”
Unwilling to let his lack of
interest faze her, she gave Declan her back and walked.
“The plans are in Mr. Stoub’s
office.”
“Super,” he said.
She sashayed across the room with
her chin held high, stopping at the marble counter
across from the conference room and pointing toward
the fancy coffeemaker. “There’s
fresh coffee. Can I get you some?”
“No. I’m fine. But thanks for offering,”
he said.
“Mm.” She continued toward the
office, Declan following her. “Well.…” After walking
in, she eyed several elongated white tubes sitting
on top of the oversized desk and
gestured toward one wingback chair. “Have a seat. It
will take me a second or two to find
the right drawings.” She walked around the office
furniture as Declan sat on the edge of
the chair. Picking up one tube, she read the label.
“Sawyer,” she said and set it down in
too much of a rush. Her hand accidently hit the
other containers. They jostled and
started to roll. She tried to stop their momentum,
but several of the cylinders went over
the side and hit the floor. “Geez Louise.” Tiffany
sidestepped and bent to get them.
Declan had already jumped up to
help her.
“Here, let me,” he said, coming to
her side and squatting next to her.
When he reached for the mess, his
right arm brushed against the top portion of her
left shoulder. She sucked in a breath at the contact
and thought her heart would stop
from the frisson of energy snapping over her skin.
Every part of her body became aware
of him. He was potent. And virile. A rough,
intoxicating man in his prime.
Refusing to be reduced to a
quivering weakling, she reminded herself he was only a
man, akin to any other, and turned to see his face.
“Thank you.”
He met her gaze. “Anytime.”
Those eyes.
The color of the sea. Deep, blue-green, and fathomless.
Who was she trying to kid? Declan
Cage wasn’t just any man. She looked away and
focused on something else.
Tiffany fixed her attention on the
clutter she’d created, but she was still watching
him—staring at his large hands while he gathered up
the blueprint holders. She licked
her lips and pictured those hands on her body,
fondling her.
Adult Excerpt:
“Straddle me, sugar,” he said in a
sandpaper voice, all grit.
Willing to go where she knew she
shouldn’t tread, she did what he asked, throwing
one leg over his lap, knees sinking into the leather
cushion on either side of his denim
clad thighs. His hands went to her hips. Slid down
farther, where he stopped. His
fingertips touched her flesh. Using his thumbs, he
stroked the front of her thighs,
undoing her. Shivers traversed her arms and legs.
Her sex pulsed.
He inched her skirt up, working
until the fabric bunched around her waist. When cool
air struck the back of her thighs, one side of his
mouth quirked up. He appeared pleased
with himself for exposing her panties.
“I’ll give you exactly what you
crave,” he said and ripped the thong from her body.
Tiffany sucked in a breath. He
threw the tattered silk to the floor with his right hand
while flicking her clit ring with the forefinger of
his left. “Nice adornment.” He tugged on
her piercing, giving her the right amount of
pressure. “But you need me to scratch your
itch, don’t you, baby?”
She’d come too far to lie about
what she needed now. Nodding, she whispered,
“Harder.”
He chuckled, and the sound was a
flashpoint of sensation added to the slow stroke of
the fingers he’d slipped between her crease.
She leaned forward, hand resting on
the top of the sofa by his head, and kissed him.
While their tongues tangled, he rubbed her, his
other hand going to her hair where he
tugged the clip, releasing the long strands. They
tumbled down her back in time with his
palm curling around the base of her neck, claiming
her.
Oh, she liked the way he took
possession. Everything feminine inside her needed the
pure maleness of him.
Tiffany nibbled at his bottom lip,
pulling scant inches from his mouth. “You make me
burn,” she admitted.
“The feeling is mutual,” he said
and plunged a finger inside of her.
“Ahh, yeah,” she uttered her
approval.
He shoved his finger deeper.
“You’re so wet.”
“Yes.”
Her hand went to his bulging
crotch. She squeezed him through his jeans. He
groaned. With nimble fingers, she unbuttoned his
fly, freeing his thick cock from the
denim. When the heavy head rested in her palm, she
smiled. He was fantastic, and she’d
known from past experience he’d be commando.
Wrapping her fingers around the
base of his superb erection, she began to pump him.
“Good?”
“Hell, yes,” he said and fingered
her in earnest, inserting another. His thumb pressed
hard against her clitoris, sending heated spikes of
sensation through her body.
She moaned, spreading the silken
pre-cum leaking from him with her fingertip and
licking her lips. Tiffany wanted to taste him. Put
her lips over the crown. Skim her
mouth along his shaft. Take him down the back of her
throat. She swallowed, knowing
the feeling when she took him inside her pussy would
be even better. She needed to
experience her sex stretched over the head of his
dick again. The fiery invasion. The
awareness of being totally filled when he pressed
into her tight channel.
Her chest heaving, she mumbled,
“Condom.”
“Sorry, sugar. We’ll have to settle
for this,” he said. Declan removed his fingers from
her body and tugged her hips down on him before he
placed his steel between her
feminine folds. “Slide your sweetness along the
length of my cock.”
Oh, God.
She was so slick, she easily made the glide up and down, her chest rubbing
against his.
In the next instant, he splayed his
large hands across her ass, pulling her against him
even tighter. This was good, sex without
penetration, something she’d never done
before, and the delicious sensation had her nipples
pebbled hard against the material of
her bra, but when he flicked out his tongue,
everything got better. She moaned and gave
him access to her neck, where he wasted no time and
tickled the hollow of her throat
before he nipped at the soft flesh with his teeth.
She shivered.
“There you go.” The vibration of
his deep voice sent a wave of pleasure across the
canvas of her flesh. Every part of her body hungered
for his touch. He slapped her ass.
She jumped and lost her
rhythm—taken aback. “Faster,” he demanded, and she didn’t
have time to consider if she liked the swat or not.
He spanked her again. “Move your fine
ass.”
She complied, sliding herself up
and down. He slapped her ass once more, but this
time the sensation sent a buzz to her
already-stimulated clit. The joy spreading across
her caught— a wildfire.
“Again,” she uttered in a breathy
voice.
“Like that, do you?”
God help her, she did.
Author Bio &
Links:
London Saint James has lived in many
places, but never felt “at home” until she met the real-life man of her dreams
and settled down in the beautiful Smoky Mountains of Tennessee. London lives
with her husband and their fat cat who thinks he owns them.
As an award-winning, bestselling,
multi-published author, London is living her childhood dream. She knew all the
scribbling she did, that big imagination of hers, and
all those clamoring characters running around in her head would pay off
someday.
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