Mon amant chéri

                      Another one again

I know I've been AOWL since the last time after the cover revel I did of beautiful burn (which a epic), but I promise to be a lot more active now, I had exams first and then orals so I'm just in a Web of obstacles  (yes studying is an obstacle). But I'm here now my lovelies with yet again another cover reveal plus either today or tomorrow I'll be posting a few reviews of the books I've read, and before I forget don't forget to check out my blog tomorrow because I'll be reviewing/obsessing over a certain book that hasn't been released but I had the privilege to getting an ARC(wohoooo). Here's a hint it's by sigal ehrlich must I say more . Any who moving on time for the cover reveal.  Let the revealing begin  (I recently saw hunger games so bare with me)

She's a known author and has granted us the alpha male that is Blake Burns. ......... ring a bell

Yes that's the one and only NELLE L' AMOUR  (and the crowd losses it's shit) first doesn't she look purty yes purty, what a fabulous women and second *gasp * what could this cover be ,I wonder what book it is , I got you covered people and finally the book is ..........

BAM now that is a cover to melt your insides,  look at it nothing like a man in a suit or shirtless definitely shirtless so the story continues in That Man series number 5 and it's about 

*wipes tear* now you know , Blake burns is getting hitched . Honestly every time when an alpha male gets married I die a little I have no idea why but I just do *cracks open Nutella jar*

It doesn't stop there we even get an invitation *runs to the nearest vintage shop to buy a dress* heck if not the bride the , just a little piece of Blake *ahem * right back to the book um here's another picture to ogle at

*HEAVY BREATHING* your welcome , that as um did it just get inappropriately hot in here wow nelle you're taking this to town let's stare a little more shall we ;)

Well bibity bobity boo *sigh* this is torture ,  maybe there's room for me (okay I'm getting perverty again)

Once again this would not be possible with out the lovely people at between the sheets *high ladies*

Here's the synopsis first : 

A life-threatening accident.

A dark secret. 

The wedding planner from Hell.

A jealous ex.

And the unexpected. 

Will Blake and his tiger tie the knot—or not?

Find out in this gripping, epic conclusion to the bestselling THAT MAN series. Be prepared to laugh, cry, and swoon!

Here's and expert of the book: #1

Once inside the apartment, I drew a hot bath. The rope fantasy I’d had earlier in the day had gone down the drain. It just didn’t make sense now. Right now, I just needed to hold my tiger. Let her know she was mine. And make up for punishing her. And rid myself of guilt. I felt bad about my angry fuck, yet she’d seemed turned on, not offended.

After peeling off her clothes which I intended to burn since Dickwick had touched them, I helped her into the tub. My tub was luxurious. Big enough to let six foot three me stretch out, and it had a Jacuzzi. Truthfully, due to our hectic work schedules, Jen and I hadn’t enjoyed it much. Mostly, we took showers together.

I watched as she sunk into the breast deep water. Her sigh was like a symphony to my ears. Turning on the Jacuzzi, I shrugged off my clothes and joined her, settling behind her. She was in my arms, her body and head resting against my shoulders and chest. The  water gurgled around us, the bubbling jets caressing and massaging. We were in a zone.

 I grabbed a large sponge, squirted some liquid soap on it, and then began to wash her everywhere. Dickwick needed to be erased.

“I’m sorry about tonight, “ I breathed against her delicate neck as I washed the back of it and her shoulders. “Did I hurt you?”

 She arched back in to me, splaying her hands on my thighs under the water.

“No, Blake. You can never hurt me.”

I pondered her soft words. They were true. I wasn’t capable of hurting her. My  burning desire to protect her and fear of losing her ruled me. I’d never thought about the consequences of my actions with any woman. She made me feel things—emotions—I’d never experienced. And sometimes go to extremes. Kill for her I had to. I wanted to be her super hero forever.

Silently, I continued to sponge her. She hummed into the percussion of the bubbles. As I soaped her tender tits, her chest rose and fell against me. My cock rose beneath her. Her half-wet ponytail tickled me. Impulsively, I pulled it loose from its elastic band and it freefell, cascading over her shoulders like a velvet curtain. The silkiness grazed my chest.

Keeping one hand cupped on her pert little rosebud-tipped tit, I reached for the tube of shampoo. The only one she used. Gloria’s Secret Very Cherry Vanilla. I squeezed a few dollops onto her hair and, with both hands, began massaging it into her scalp until there was a lather. The erotic squishy sound and intoxicating scent of the shampoo aroused me, my cock and heart swelling with love and lust, one physically, the other emotionally. I had to have her. Not fuck her. But make love to her. She was thinking the same thing.

“Oh, Blake,” she said dreamily. “Take me. Make love to me.”

Gently, I lifted her hips onto my erection. She lowered herself onto my thick, aching length, taking me all the way. God, she felt good. So fucking good. I squeezed my eyes shut and let her know with a moan. On the next heated breath, I was gliding in and out of her, my mouth showering her with kisses everywhere it could, my hands working her slick clit, the water bubbling with love. We came passionately together.

Oh baby, stay with me. You’re all I need.

  

Excerpt #2

Jennifer

Blake was not a happy camper nor was I. He was driving like a maniac. A Chevy pickup no less. He’d asked Mrs. Cho to have someone pick us up when we landed, but somehow that had gotten lost in translation and instead she’d rented him a pickup truck. As mad as I was at him, I’d do anything to see my metrosexual hero behind the wheel of this vehicle. That man in a pickup truck was like Batman in an RV.                                                                                                                                      

“We need to find a Walmart,” he grumbled.

“Why?” I gritted.  I was still blindfolded and handcuffed, and I had no clue where I was except I knew it wasn’t some romantic island. I waited impatiently for his response. 

“So, I can buy a chainsaw and saw off your handcuffs.”

Gah! The thought of Blake with a chainsaw sent a shiver down my spine. My life could be over. Mr. Born with a Silver Spoon in his Mouth was not exactly what I’d call handy. The only power tools he had any experience with were his tongue, his hands, and his cock.

“What about a locksmith?” My voice was urgent. “I’m sure one could make a key to unlock these damn things.”

“That’s a good idea, tiger.”

“Why don’t you take off my blindfold so I can keep my eyes peeled for one? And where the hell are we anyway?”

“That’s not happening. And I’m not telling.”

Two minutes later, Blake swerved off the road with a screech. My neck jerked painfully. I think I had whiplash. Horns were blasting at us from all directions.

“What the fuck are you doing, Blake? You’re going to get us killed!”

“There’s a Wal-Mart straight ahead of us,” he replied brightly.

Ten minutes later, Blake was leading me through the bustling mega-store. He had his fingers curled around my neck since holding one of my pinned back, cuffed hands was not an option. I could barely move my fingers. The fucking handcuffs were cutting off my circulation. Oh, was he going to pay for this. Big time!

    

Yes that was an extremely steamy tease . I can't wait to get my hands on this and make sure you read the series it's definitely worth it ;) until next time my lovelies xoxox