Personal Escortby Ainsley Booth Billionaire Secrets #2 Publication Date: October 24, 2017 Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance
Purchase: Amazon | iBooks | Kobo | Barnes & Noble | Google PlayShe needs a face fiancé. He’s secretly falling in love. Cara Russo needs to get married. Or at least, make it look like she got married. Toby Hunt can’t let his best friend’s little sister rush into anything foolish. So when she needs to hire an escort, he says he’ll take care of it. Now he’s waiting for her at St. George Station. This billionaire rom com modern fairy tale was originally published in the Love in Transit anthology. It has been expanded for single title publication. The Billionaire Secrets series Personal Delivery – Jake and Jana Personal Escort – Toby and Cara Personal Disaster – Marcus and Poppy (currently available in the Rogue Desire anthology) Personal Interest – Ben and Skye, coming soon Excerpt “Have you even tried dating?” He lifts his hands in the air, like he might strangle me—and wouldn’t that be a weird twist to an already strange day. Billionaire murders best friend’s little sister in Prospect Park. “Sure.” He drops his hands to his hips and gives me a disbelieving look. “That sounds like not really.” “Toby—” “Cara, seriously. Find a nice boy and start dating him.” His face twists, like he’s forcing himself to be lighthearted about this. “Let things progress if you like each other, and when he gets down on one knee, make sure he knows your brother has two muscle-bound best friends who will kick his ass if he doesn’t treat you right.” “Muscle-bound?” He flexes his shoulders, his chest straining against his dress shirt, and I know he’s teasing, but there’s a lot more bulk under that blue cotton than I’d noticed before. Then he gives me a terse, crooked smile, and an instruction that knocks the wind out of me. “You should wait until someone lights you up inside.” Gee, I wish. But after I catch my breath, I make a scoffing sound, because really? That hasn’t happened in twenty-four years. “I’m serious.” And I can tell he is, the way he’s staring at me like this is the most important lesson he could ever teach me. My square-jawed, clear-eyed, superhero in full-on big brother mode. No, not brotherly. A different brand of protective know-it-all. Like he thinks from his hyper-masculine, alpha point of view that anything less than a lusty conquering just won’t do. In theory, he’s not wrong. In reality, it’s just not that simple. “I’m so not a romantic, Toby. But that’s a sweet thought.” He frowns. “I’m not a romantic, either.” “You sure sound like one.” I reach out and push my hand against his chest. I mean to shove him gently, but he doesn’t move, and my hand just collides against hard, broad muscles. Really hard. Extra broad. My heartbeat gets louder. If I were the fantasizing type, this would be how a lusty conquering would start. Maybe not in the middle of a Brooklyn park. Probably not with Toby, although any reasons I previously could list for why not are now escaping me. Has he always been this tall? Yes. But didn’t he used to be skinny? Definitely not skinny any more. Do you do CrossFit? Not a good question to ask out loud while I’m stroking his chest. But he probably does. I bet all the California CEOs do. Maybe I should have spent more time paying attention while I was out there. Except I had dated at Stanford. Disasters, every single time. Equal parts of me being too awkward and nobody being quite as hot as Toby is right now. If I’d been up-close-and-personal with a college-version of this, I’d probably have tried harder not to be hopeless. With extreme effort, I pull my hand back. No. Crushing. On. Toby. I’ve heard that sex drives kick in as women get older. I wasn’t fully aware of the possibility of my sex drive kicking into gear in a single day, and revving quite so hard for just one guy. One off-limits guy, who still hasn’t said anything. I hover my hand a few inches from his body, my palm itching to touch him again. Over and over again. Then I step back and laugh, because whoa, that was weird. “So anyway—” Toby reaches out and catches my wrist, his fingers looping around my arm in a gentle, totally breakable bond. He steps closer, and I stop moving. He pulls my hand back to his chest, and keeps moving, until the gap between us is gone and he’s curved over me, his hand in my hair. His lips are right above my mouth and every cell in my body is screaming yes! I didn’t see this coming. From the hammering of his heart against my fingers, he didn’t either.
About Ainsley BoothMom by day and filthy romance writer by night, Ainsley is super grateful for caffeine, banana and blueberry muffins, and yoga pants. She is the USAT bestselling author of Prime Minister and Hate F*@k, and also writes sexy small town and military romance as Zoe York.
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❤Release Day Launch w/ Giveaway ❤Love in Transit by Jana Aston,Ainsley Booth,Kitty French,BJ Harvey,Raine Miller and Liv Morris ❤
Today we have the release day blitz for Love in Transit, a sexy new project from Jana Aston, Ainsley Booth, Kitty French, BJ Harvey, Raine Miller, and Liv Morris!
Title: Love in Transit
Genre: Contemporary Romance
About Love In Transit:You know those people that have a house full of motivational slogans? Embrace Every Moment, stamped on their coffee mugs. Always Kiss Me Goodnight painted above their perfectly made beds. I’m not one of those people. This morning I overslept, then slipped on a stray sock and banged my toe into the nightstand. The elevator in my building broke and I had to run down six flights of stairs. And then my local coffee shop was closed. For health code violations. What’s that? Not the end of the world? You want me to suck it up? Did I mention I’m wearing a wedding dress… on the subway? It’s a Good Day for a Hot Mess. Someone embroider that on a pillow.
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Prime Ministerby: Ainsley Booth, Sadie Haller Frisky Beavers #1 Publisher or Imprint: Booth Haller Books www.friskybeavers.com
iBooks | Barnes & Noble | Kobo | Amazon | Google PlayGavin: Ellie Montague is smart, sensitive, and so gorgeous it hurts to look at her. She’s also an intern in my office. The office of the Prime Minister of Canada.* That’s me. The PM. She calls me that because when she calls me Sir, I get hard and she gets flustered, and as long as she’s my intern, I can’t twist my hands in her strawberry-blonde hair and show her what else I’d like her to do with that pretty pink mouth.** Ellie: How much I like the PM varies on a daily basis. He’s intense, controlling, and a perfectionist in every way—and he demands the same of his staff. How much I want him never wavers. There’s something about him that tugs at me deep inside, and makes me wish that just once he’d cross the line in a late night work session. I’d take that secret to the grave if it meant I got a taste of the barely restrained beast inside him.*** FOOTNOTES: * This is a fictional erotic romance. No prime ministers or interns were harmed in the making of this book. ** Except it’s a BDSM romance, so they were hurt a little. *** Spoiler alert: she gets more than a taste. And she likes it.
About the Series
Canadian erotic romance with a dirty prime minister, an even dirtier doctor, and an entire hockey team full of secret kinks and HEAs just waiting to happen…Frisky Beavers is the type of romance series that happens when Ainsley Booth and Sadie Haller get carried away with April Fools Day jokes and then fall into a bottle of red wine (Frisky Beaver wine, in fact, and yes, that’s where the series name came from).Currently available: Prime Minister Dr. Bad Boy Coming soon: Full Mountie (March 2017) Mr. Hat Trick (August 2017)
About the AuthorsMom by day and filthy romance writer by night, Ainsley is super grateful for caffeine, banana and blueberry muffins, and yoga pants. Surrounded by mist-covered mountains, Sadie Haller lives a quiet life with her husband and fur-babies. Together, Ainsley and Sadie write funny, sexy Canadian erotic romances. You can find them at www.friskybeavers.com.
Praise“Ainsley Booth and Sadie Haller have succeeded in delivering a downright steamy and all-consuming story.” ~ Wrapped Up in Reading “O. M. G. Hottest book ever. Seriously. Like cocaine.” ~ Bella, Book Babes Unite “Prime Minister is one hell of a sexy, decadent, and adorable read!I spent my entire day with Gavin and Ellie. Did I get any work done? Nope. Was it worth it to my romantic reader’s soul? YES!” ~ Tanya from KT Book Reviews “A super sexy romp through the halls of power.” ~ Genevieve Turner, co-author of the Fly Me To the Moon series (Ainsley’s favourite series of all time) “Sadie Haller and Ainsley Booth have penned a sexy, smart, and dirty political romance. And if you’ve got a little thing for a certain Head of State, let’s just say you’ll enjoy PRIME MINISTER immensely.” ~ Tamsen Parker, USA Today Bestselling Author “Ainsley Booth and Sadie Haller are the best at writing sexy bad boys–which means Gavin Strong only acts like an angel in front of his adoring public. He’s erotic. Dirty. And a whole lot of fun. Welcome to Canada–where we’re all about to fall in love with the Prime Minister.” ~ Anne Marsh, NYT and USA Today Bestselling Author “I was sucked into Ellie and Gavin’s love story and immediately enchanted. Ainsley and Sadie wove a spell and I was happily captivated.” ~ Brenna Aubrey, USA Today Bestselling Author “Sizzling sexual tension followed by explosive passion with a dash of laughter–Gavin & Ellie were an absolute delight. Totally my kind of kink!” ~ Taryn Elliott, USA Today Bestselling Author