🎉Release Day🎉: Pitch His Tent by Jenika Snow & Jordan Marie

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She’s my best friend’s little sister and completely off limits.
But I’m not going to stop until she’s mine.

Beau

I pushed Lexi away years ago.
I’ve regretted it every moment since, but a man can’t live in the past forever.
I decided to go camping to clear my head and plan my future—a future without Lexi.
Imagine my surprise when she’s already there.
Lexi knows nothing about camping, that much is clear.
That’s okay, I’ll use it to my advantage.
I have a second chance and I’m not going to waste it.
First, I’ll share my sleeping bag with her and eventually I’ll teach her exactly how to…
Pitch My Tent.

Warning: They’re back! Jenika Snow and Jordan Marie have teamed up to bring you another hot little number. This time they’re taking you out into the wilds. But don’t worry, the only thing attacking here is a hero alpha with his eyes set on his woman. A guaranteed safe read that is hot enough to melt your Kindle. It may not teach you how to survive in the wilderness, but if you read closely you might learn the correct way to anchor those tent poles.

WOWSER... This was a fast, get-r-done book. I loved that it got straight to the point, but you didn't feel lost. You have a the back story going along with the right now. But when Beau and Brooks had their first encounter I was laughing so hard! Over all wonderful book, great cast of characters and HEA! 

“You should be careful who you flash your tits to, buttercup,” I growl, turning around just as she’s pulling my jogging pants over her ass. I glance at her once more, seeing her bent over, my gaze now glued to the way the material slides over her tanned, firm hips. Hips that I’ve dreamed of holding onto, bruising with my fingers as I sink inside her tight little body.
Jesus.
I may not survive tonight. My dick is so hard that my jeans are suffocating the damn thing.
“It’s you, Beau. We’re both adults like you said,” she says with just enough sass that I want to smack her hard on the ass and leave my handprint. My dick is dripping; I can feel the pre-cum on the head—that’s how fucking close I am to coming. Lexi has no idea what she’s playing with.
I move up to her, and I can’t stop smiling. My clothes dwarf her. There should be nothing sexy about the way my shirt hangs off of her or how she’s holding the material at her waist to keep my sweats on her sweet ass. But I don’t think I’ve seen a woman look better. I reach over and grab a towel I had lying on my cot, and hand it over to her. Then I move my hands down to hold over the one she has clenched, holding her pants on.
“Are you having fun teasing me, Lexi?” I ask, not bothering to hold in the growl that leaves me. I know it’s not my imagination when I hear the way her breath rushes from her lips. I grab the waistband of the sweats, her skin warm against my fingers. I begin folding them down, and cinching them to make them tighter against her stomach.
“I think I am,” she whispers, and her gaze is clouded with desire. I’d have to be a fool not to see it.
“I’m not a boy like you’re used to dealing with, Lexi. I’m a man. You shouldn’t tease a man—we might bite back,” I warn her and I turn her around gently so her back is to me now.
“I doubt you could dish out anything I couldn’t handle, Beau,” she says and she’s putting on a good front, but her voice is threaded with need and as I move my hand down her back, she shivers—and I’m pretty fucking sure it has nothing to do with the cold.
I move even closer to her, and I let my hands brush against the plush cheeks of her ass before they rest on each of her hips. I’m the one testing her now, seeing how far she’ll let me go. My body is against hers now, and when she tries to move away from me, I assert pressure on her, not letting her.
“No,” I say in a low rumble that seems to vibrate through me.
“What are you doing, Beau?” she asks, her voice tender.
“I’m just drying your hair, Lexi. That’s okay, isn’t it?” I whisper against her ear. I have no fucking doubt in my mind she knows I’m not really trying to dry her damn hair.

Jordan Marie

A QUIRKY WRITER GOING WHERE THE VOICES TAKE HER.
USA Today Best Selling Author Jordan Marie, is just a simple small town country girl who is haunted by Alpha Men who talk in her head 24 hours a day.

She currently has 14 books out including 2 that she wrote under the pen name Baylee Rose.

She likes to create a book that takes you on an emotional journey whether tears, laughter (or both) or just steamy hot fun (or all 3). She loves to connect with readers and interacting with them through social media, signings or even old fashioned email.

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Jenika Snow

Jenika Snow is a USA Today Bestselling Author that lives in the northwest with her husband and their two daughters. Before she started writing full-time she worked as a nurse.

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Release Blitz and Review for : Ride My Beard by Jenika Snow and Jordan Marie

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Lola

My entire life I have been in love with one man.
Ryker Stone.
It doesn’t matter that he is more than double my age.
I don’t care about the whispers that say he’s too wild to ever be tamed.
I like that he’s reckless.
He makes me feel like I can be uninhibited.
Truth is I saved myself for him.
I belong to him.

Ryker

I’ve had my eye on Lola for more years than I should admit.
Her beauty drew me in, but it was her innocence that trapped me.
I shouldn’t want to claim her, but she’s all I desire. So I stay close and make damn sure no one else touches her.
I’m all wrong for her, but too damn stupid and hard-up to stay away.
She can run, but I’ll follow.
By the time it’s all said and done she’ll be riding my beard.


Warning: This is a short and over-the-top dirty novella that will have you searching out your very own dirty mechanic. It’s to the point and leaves noting to the imagination, but then again doesn’t everyone like it that way? *wink*

   

Can I write a review , that will express my feelings for this book , that won't give away spoil anything but yet to get across my thoughts. This book even though it is a short story , gives me everything I look for in my love stories. It gets the who, what, when,where and boy ol boy HOW! Just enough drama to make it sassy but not to much to make it over dramatic. Over all this was a wonderful, sexy,hot, kinky, over the top romance and I loved it!  

I walk over to Lola and don’t stop myself from reaching out and cupping one smooth, peach-colored cheek. I want to smack the flesh, spank her good and hard until my handprint is covering her pale flesh.

“Baby, I’m about to show you that working here, being around these motherfuckers, has consequences.” She looks over her shoulder at me, her eyes wide, her mouth parted.

“But it’s not my fault there are a bunch of assholes who come here,” she defends and if I wasn’t so fucking hard and ready to go off, I would smile.

No, it wasn’t her fault, but I need an excuse to touch her in the way I want to, in the way I need to. I also need her to understand that when it comes to her, to her safety—fuck, anything to do with her, I’m not about to be reasonable.

“Tell me you want my hands on you, want me to smack this perfect ass until the pleasure and pain melt into one, until my mark is on your body and you know that you're mine.”

She still looks at me over her shoulder, her eyes so wide, her pretty, pink lips still parted.

“Tell me, dammit.” My voice is harsh, rough, exactly how I'm going to be with her. I won’t be satisfied until she is screaming out for more.

“Yes,” she says softly and I can hear the need in her voice. Her hands are stretched out in front of her, her fingers curled around the edge of the desk.

I take a step back and put my foot between her legs to kick her feet apart. I look down at her ass, her legs spread wide enough that I can see her pussy lips. They are pink and glossy, and slightly swollen from her arousal. My mouth waters and my balls draw up tight to my body.

I want to reach down and unzip my jeans, pull my dick out, and align it right at the entrance of her pussy hole. I want to shove it deep inside of her, claiming her cherry and making her know she's mine.

Jordan Marie

A QUIRKY WRITER GOING WHERE THE VOICES TAKE HER.
USA Today Best Selling Author Jordan Marie, is just a simple small town country girl who is haunted by Alpha Men who talk in her head 24 hours a day.

She currently has 14 books out including 2 that she wrote under the pen name Baylee Rose.

She likes to create a book that takes you on an emotional journey whether tears, laughter (or both) or just steamy hot fun (or all 3). She loves to connect with readers and interacting with them through social media, signings or even old fashioned email.

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Jenika Snow

Jenika Snow is a USA Today Bestselling Author that lives in the northwest with her husband and their two daughters. Before she started writing full-time she worked as a nurse.

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Chapter Reveal - In Too Deep by Jordan Marie

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I did a bad thing.

I did a really bad thing.

I’m not a bad person, I swear. I just made a few mistakes.

Mistake number one was agreeing to rent my hotel out to an insufferable a**hole, named Aden Smith­.

Mistake number two was ignoring his threats to sue me when he handed over a list of items he deemed “unacceptable”.

Mistake number three was diving into the pool to save his life when he fell. It would have been less complicated to hide his body.

When the hospital refuses to let me know how he is, I panic.

Claiming to be his wife might be my biggest mistake yet—especially when he believes me!

He might have been the one drowning, but I’m sinking in a bed of lies, going down fast—and there’s not a rescue in sight.

Hope

“Is this the only hotel in Clancy?”
I look up in shock at the door. I could have sworn I locked that door. It’s like ten o’clock at night and my brain is going in circles. I’ve watched enough true crime television to know leaving my door unlocked in the middle of the night is a recipe for disaster.
“I believe so, yes.” I answer, looking around the counter for a weapon.  He doesn’t look like an axe murderer, but then again, I’m not sure what one would look like. He’s got a beard, some crazy looking tattoos on his arm, and he’s tall and wide—kind of like my cousin White who plays football, only a little more dangerous and less good ole’ boy from Texas.
I see a box of paperclips.  Can you kill someone with paperclips? They’re the large ones, maybe I could stab his eye out… God. I’m pathetic. What kind of idiot doesn’t have some kind of weapon in her desk?
“That’d be my luck,” he growls and his growl does sound dangerous. I frantically look one last time for a weapon and finally decide on the stapler. I know it’s pitiful, but it’s all I have.
“Is there a problem?” I ask, trying to nonchalantly pick up the stapler in my hand and grip it.
“I have a reservation,” he sighs out the words like they’re being ripped from his soul and steeped with regret—which kind of pisses me off. I mean the place doesn’t look great, but I’ve done a lot of work and it’s not open for another two weeks—thanks to the electrical inspector.
“I’m sorry I’m not open for two weeks. You must have the wrong place,” I tell him sweetly. My grip has eased on the stapler a little. He’s probably not an axe murderer, at least there’s that. He’s just someone who is afraid he’s here to stay in my hotel. Which is understandable. I’ve sunk every dime I have into the place and there’s times at night I cry because I’m here. Still, he’s kind of rude about it and that makes me want to hit him with my stapler.
“I’m early. It’s there if you look, Aden Mc—Aden Smith,” he says and I frown.  Okay I realize there are reasons people check into hotels with the last name Smith. He doesn’t seem to have a woman with him however, so I doubt he’s hiding from jealous husbands. It’s not my problem though.
“I recognize the name, but it’s not until the twenty-sixth and as I said we’re not open yet,” I explain.  I look down at the hotel registry as if there are a million bookings—which is laughable. There’s only this guy, and I doubt many people will be knocking down my doors to book this place in advance. Still, a girl has to have hope…the irony that my name is Hope, does not escape me. My mother had a twisted sense of humor when it came to naming her children.
“Well I’m early,” he replies.
“I see that. It’s just we’re not opening for—”
“For another two weeks, I heard you the first time. However, I’m early and I need a room. Since you’re the only hotel in the area, we’re stuck,” he answers, as if he is explaining things to a small child. I grip the stapler tight again. I wonder if it would hurt business if the owner gets arrested for hurling a stapler at the head of a would-be guest. I’m guessing it might…Damn it.
“I’m sorry. I can’t accept guests until after I pass inspection. That’s why when you called, I specifically informed you that I would not be open for—”
“Let’s cut the crap, shall we?” he says abruptly, walking towards me. He struts, long stealthy strides, that look angry and I have no doubt are meant to intimidate—because they do.
“Stop!”  I tell him, without taking a minute to think about it. He does stop, however, mid-step.
“Listen, why don’t you quit angling here, and name your price,” he says, and immediately starts walking toward me again.
I hold up the stapler as if it was a weapon that was about to save the world from mass destruction.
“I think you better leave.”
“The nearest hotel I’ve passed besides this shit-hole is about three hours away and I’m too damn tired. How about you be a nice little girl and hand me a room key and let me crash.”
“I think maybe we have a language barrier, so I need you to listen and I’ll speak slowly so you understand. We. Aren’t. Open.”
“Name your price.”
“Excuse me?”
“I said name your price, lady. Everybody has one and from the looks of this place you definitely do. So how much to rent this place a week earlier?”
“I can’t—” I begin, but my mouth snaps shut quickly when he lays out a roll of hundreds on the counter. I actually drop the stapler. It crashes onto the counter with loud clanging noise causing me to jump. I can’t make myself look away to see if it’s destroyed.
“That’s twelve hundred dollars for your crappy room for one week. I doubt you’ll find that anywhere else, do you?”
“But we’re not ready for business. I haven’t had my final inspection,” I tell him again, trying to ignore his insults. The rooms aren’t great, but they’re much better than what they were. He’s just an asshole.
“I won’t tell if you don’t. So, do we have a deal?” he asks and he says it in a manner that I know he fully expects me to agree. I wish I could tell him to stuff his money, but the new air conditioning and wiring I have to get done before the inspection is a reality. This money and the money for the following week would pay for that. I can’t afford to say no…No matter how much I really want to.
“Twelve hundred for this week and twelve hundred for next?” I question him and I hate the look of victory that comes over his face.
“Yes.”
“Fine. The rooms aren’t completely ready, but I’ll give you our best one. It’s mostly finished and the air conditioning works good in there,” I tell him, and okay I’m kind of lying. The air conditioning does work, but sometimes the breakers blow if you use the receptacles in the bathroom.  This guy looks haggard as hell though. I doubt he knows what a blow dryer is and that’s really the only thing you use in the bathroom…Right?
“I’m sure it’s beautiful,” he mocks, as I grab the key to room number seven.  Seven is supposed to be a lucky number, but considering I’m contemplating picking my stapler back up and bludgeoning my new tenant with it…I have a feeling it’s not lucky at all for me.

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A QUIRKY WRITER GOING WHERE THE VOICES TAKE HER.
USA Today Best Selling Author Jordan Marie, is just a simple small town country girl who is haunted by Alpha Men who talk in her head 24 hours a day.

She currently has 14 books out including 2 that she wrote under the pen name Baylee Rose.

She likes to create a book that takes you on an emotional journey whether tears, laughter (or both) or just steamy hot fun (or all 3). She loves to connect with readers and interacting with them through social media, signings or even old fashioned email.

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