Title: That Man (That Man #1)
Genre: Erotic Romance
Release Date: April 11, 2014
When Nelle L’Amour asked if I would be interested in reviewing That Man, I jumped at the chance! I have thoroughly enjoyed everything I read by her and I knew this would be no different.
Jennifer has just gotten engaged to her long time boyfriend Bradley, so she and her friends are out celebrating. Fiancé Brad was too busy at work to join them. Jen and her friends are sitting at the table playing a game of Truth or Dare. Get a bunch of drunken pals together and crazy things can happen. Her friend Chaz chooses the dare that includes a blindfold, a man and a kiss.
Blake Burns was the recipient of that kiss and it ended up rocking both their worlds. And it doesn’t take long for the identity of the girl to be revealed to Blake. Yep, she walks into his office for an interview. He knew it was her immediately. She doesn’t have a clue, she was blindfolded!
When I first started reading, I got a bit concerned. She’s just gotten engaged, kisses a stranger and seemingly goes on with her life. Except she can’t stop thinking about. I was worried about said fiancé getting hurt. I’ve decided I couldn’t give a rat’s a$$ about Bradley. From the few times I see him in the story, he is a douche! Breaking dates, makes his choices all about him; I DID NOT like him.
There are some downright hilarious parts and some pretty d@mn hot ones, even though these are fantasies. Since this is a 3 part series, the first book ended with me panicking and gasping, at the same time. Like I said at the beginning, I knew I would enjoy this and I did! Can’t wait to find out what happens next!!
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About The Author
Her books include the highly rated Seduced by the Park Avenue Billionaire Boxed Set, Undying Love, Gloria’s Secret, Gloria’s Revenge and the That Man trilogy. Gloria’s Forever, a novella, will be published in Spring 2014.
Excerpt“Kiss him, kiss him!” I heard my friends chanting in the distance.
Oh, God. What was I going to do? I couldn’t let them down or I’d never live it down. I’d come this far. Without over thinking, I blindly ran my hands over my victim’s face. His skin was soft with a fine layer of silky stubble, and his features were distinct and defined—a straight, manly nose; a strong, slightly clefted chin; and above it, a set of lush, velvety lips. I lingered on his lips, tracing them with my fingertips, building up the courage to touch down on them with my own.
“I hope you don’t mind, but I’m playing a game of Truth or Dare, and I have to kiss you.”
God, how ridiculous I must sound and look with my blindfold. I took my victim’s silence as a sign he was willing to play along. Okay, here goes. Clutching his angular jaw between my hands, I bent down to kiss him. But before I could latch my lips onto his, he rose and, in one swift move, crashed his lips onto mine.
Oh. My. God.
A heat wave shot through me. It was one of those kisses like in a movie. Fierce, delicious, passionate. Opened mouth and oh so consuming. And he tasted divine—the sweet taste of champagne lacing his breath. He bit my upper lip, forcing me to part them, and plunged his warm, velvety tongue inside my mouth. His tongue instantly found mine and they entwined, dancing like they’d been together forever. He tugged hard on my ponytail, yanking back my head, and coiled it around his hand, tearing at my roots. The delicious pain mixed with the delicious pleasure of his kiss, sending a rush of erotic sensations through me. Every nerve ending was a sparking fuse. My breathing grew shallow. Already lightheaded, I was now borderline delirious. I’d never been kissed by a man like this before. I didn’t want him to stop. What was wrong with me? I’d just gotten engaged.
In the background, I could vaguely hear my friends cheering and whistling. “Go, girl!” For sure, head cheerleader Chaz. My inner voice told me to stop, but no matter how much I willed it, I couldn’t get my lips to part from his. In fact, I deepened the kiss, pulling him closer to me by the collar of his shirt. The material felt expensive, like the gazillion thread Egyptian cotton kind. Everything about this man tasted and felt divine. He squeezed my ponytail tighter. I moaned into his mouth and he moaned back. God, the throaty sound of him was sexy! And then suddenly, as fast as he had plunged his tongue into my mouth, he withdrew it. In tandem, he let go of my hair. I gasped, desperate for more.
“Wait!” I cried out, my hands grappling for him. Instead of finding him, I found myself knocking over a chilled glass. My heightened sense of smell told me it was his champagne.
“I’m sorry,” I croaked, struggling to tear off the tight, blinding tie. “I’ll buy you another.”
Finally, I undid the tie. I blinked once. He was gone, and I was painfully all alone. Where did he go? My eyes frantically searched the pulsating crowd, darting left and right, but he was nowhere to be found. Even if he was facing me somewhere, staring into my eyes, I wouldn’t know it because I didn’t know what he looked like. My friends were now all standing and applauding me. I’d lived up to the dare. Kissed a strange man on the lips. Oh, those lips! Dazed, I staggered back to the group and dared not tell them how much I’d enjoyed it. And wanted more.