Release Blitz for That Man 7 by Nelle L’Amour
THAT MAN #7 by Nelle L’ Amour
Release Date: October 1st
Genre: Romantic Comedy Standalone
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Scorchin’ hot Blake Burns and his tiger Jen are back in this steamy laugh-out-loud sequel
to Nelle L’Amour’s bestselling USA Today THAT MAN series. And so is his zany,
Blake’s wise old man has always preached: What goes up must come down. Right?
Newlyweds Blake and Jennifer face their first marital crisis. A night of enraptured sex
turns into a f***ing nightmare. That Man may lose his beloved wife! And something else
he can’t live without!
This sizzling standalone is the first in a series of hilarious matrimonial misadventures.
What can go wrong will go wrong! Be sure no one is watching while you snort with
laughter and fan yourself from the heat!
NOTE: This book can be read and enjoyed without reading the previous books in the
As I approached our bedroom, the pounding of the water ceased as did the singing, and I heard the shower door slide open. I stepped inside our spacious sleeping quarters, taking in the panoramic view of Los Angeles from the wraparound windows. Then my eyes traveled to the pile of discarded clothes on our bed. Jen’s heels on the floor. Her jewelry on the dresser, including the sparkling snowflake diamond ring I’d given her when I proposed. The vision of her slick, naked body danced in my head, my cock ready to jump in and take the lead. As I stealthily crossed the room, I was beginning to feel like a cat burglar. Scratch that. A pussy burglar!
With a wicked smirk on my face, I cranked the shiny handle of the bathroom door and swung it open. The room was all steamed up, but through the haze I could see Jen. Wrapped in a fluffy SpongeBob bath towel that grazed her thighs, her wet chestnut hair draping her shoulders, she had a foot perched on the marble vanity counter and was slathering cream on her toned calf. Damn, she looked fuckable! Her eyes cast down, I snuck up behind her and looped my arms around her waist.
My tiger jerked with a gasp and with a sharp flick of her head, her terrified eyes met mine. “Oh my God, Blake! You totally freaked me out! What are you doing home so early?”
“I canceled my game with Jaime.”
“I had the burning urge to play with you instead. I hope you don’t have other plans.”
“I did.” She slid her foot off the countertop and stood tall, looking at me earnestly. “SpongeBob and I had a dinner date at eight!”
“Ha-ha! Very funny.”
Though sometimes I had to admit I got a little jealous over my wife’s infatuation with the silly cartoon character. Still standing behind her, I pulled my tiger tighter against me. The intoxicating scent of the cherry vanilla shampoo she used wafted up my nose, arousing me further. My hard as rock cock pressed against her backside, longing to penetrate her. Parting her slick wet hair, I planted a kiss on the nape of her neck and inhaled her.
“Mmm. You smell so good.”
A little moan escaped her lips. I kissed her again, my lips brushing along her shoulders and then wasting no time, I slid off the towel. It dropped to the floor.
Spooned naked against me, she felt so good. Her porcelain skin always glowed after a hot shower, but tonight it had a special glow. A titillating pinkish tint.
Then, for the first time, I noticed what cream she was using. A little dab will do ya.
“You’re using Dermadoo?” I said, reaching for the tube.
“Yeah, it’s really nice. And it’s not just for your face.”
“So I’ve heard.” A silent chortle vibrated in my chest as I began to massage the cream onto her shoulders, making my way down her back to her gorgeous heart-shaped ass. I was getting harder by the second.
“Mmm, that feels so good, Blake,” she moaned, tilting her head back and closing her eyes.
“You feel so good, baby,” I purred, my hands about to cup her edible buttocks. I squirted another dollop of the Dermadoo onto my palms and began to rub the cream onto her taut ass with a firm rotating motion. Squeezing and massaging. Another moan spilled from her lips. I was turning her on as I turned myself on. I wanted to fuck her in the worst possible way.
About the Author:
I am a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author who lives in Los Angeles with her Prince Charming-ish husband, twin college-age princesses, and a bevy of royal pain-in-the-butt pets. A former executive in the entertainment industry with a prestigious Humanitas Prize for promoting human dignity and freedom to my credit, I gave up playing with Barbies a long time ago, but I still enjoy playing with toys with my hubby. While I write in my PJs, I love to get dressed up and pretend I’m Hollywood royalty. My steamy stories feature characters that will make you laugh, cry, and swoon and stay in your heart forever. They’re often inspired by my past life.
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