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Title: Unforgettable
Series: A Hollywood Love Story #1
Author: Nelle L’Amour
Genre: Erotic Romantic Comedy
Release Date: November 3, 2015
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Brandon: I’ve just woken up from a life or death coma. And
learned that not only am I Hollywood's number one heartthrob, but I’m also
engaged to America's It Girl, Katrina Moore. She may be a blond goddess, but my
mind can't remember shit. And my cock doesn't give a shit. Because my heart
started beating for another the minute she came through the door.
Zoey: Screw Brandon Taylor. Recovering from his hit and run
accident, my demanding, egotistical boss is more of a jerk than ever. And with
those violet eyes, more ridiculously panty-melting beautiful. As his personal
assistant, I have to attend to his every whim and need as well as contend with
his stuck-up fiancée. Life isn’t easy for me. Despite my visible size, I’ve
always been invisible. Maybe, the amnesiac is beginning to remember. A girl can
dream. No man is more unforgettable...in every way.
Join Brandon and Zoey as their unlikely Hollywood fairy tale
unfolds in three full-length books releasing a month apart. From Los Angeles to
the South of France, their love story has it all—romance, passion, steamy hot
sex, glitz and glamour, plus an adorable little dog, and a murder that could
unravel everything.
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2
EXCERPT
Brandon’s bathroom is a spacious, state-of-the-art retreat,
and like the rest of the house, it offers dazzling views of the city. Today, I
can even see as far as the Pacific Ocean. There’s an oversized whirlpool tub
and a separate glass enclosed shower that’s virtually the size of a room. A
dozen people could easily fit inside it.
“Zoey, are you ready?” asks Brandon as he turns on the
shower. It’s one of those luxury hi-tech showers with a multitude of knobs. To
my wide-eyed amazement, the water gushes from the ceiling like a waterfall.
I’ve never seen anything quite like it. The room steams up instantly.
“Take your shoes off.”
Kicking off my platforms, I’m having second thoughts.
Anxiety is pulsing through my bloodstream and my stomach is twisting. But
before I can change my mind, he takes me by my hand and leads me into the
stall. The water pounds on us, soaking us quickly. In a couple breaths, we’re
as wet as two drowned rats.
“This is kind of fun,” he laughs, shaking his dripping wet
mop of ebony hair out of his eyes.
“Yeah,” I laugh back, drinking in the contours of his
rippled muscles that strain against his drenched tee. I gleefully tilt back my
head and rake my fingers through my hair. Droplets of water catch on my tongue.
I’m reminded of being a little kid and running through the sprinklers with my clothes
on. It was something naughty and fun.
“Okay, now let’s get serious. Do you remember your lines?”
I meet his glistening violet eyes. “Of course.”
“Good,” he says with a sexy lopsided smile. Without fair
warning, he flips me around. His powerful arms circle my waist and draw me
close to him. His hard body presses tight against mine. I can feel the rise and
fall of his chest. My heart pitter-patters, and I’m glad for the forceful spray
that washes out the sound.
“Now, remember. I’m Kurt Kussler and you’re my beloved wife
Alisha. We’re insanely in love. Two kindred souls united by body and mind.”
I nod like a bobble-head doll. Words are stuck behind a big
lump in my throat. I just hope I can say my lines.
“Ready? Here goes.”
I nod again. I’m wired up. Every nerve in my body is
buzzing.
“Baby, did I ever tell you how sexy you are?” Brandon, I
mean Kurt, breathes into my ear.
“No.” Butterflies flutter in my stomach, and I try to
remember this is just make-believe.
“Well, I’m telling it to you now, Mrs. Kussler.” He parts my
wet hair and, then wrapping his arms around me again, he nuzzles my neck. I
flinch in his brawny arms at the feeling of his soft lips touching down on my
flesh. Tingles swarm me.
And then he gropes my big tits, circling my nipples with his
thumbs. My buds instantly harden under my clingy wet tank and another rush of
tingly sparks descends to my sex. It’s as if my tits and my pussy are connected
by a power cord. Holy shit! He’s turned up the steam.
As called for by the script, I moan. But to be honest, I
can’t help it. As he continues to nibble my neck and tweak my tits, my knees go
weak. To my relief, an arm curls around my waist and holds me up. A trail of
kisses travels down my spine, sending a shiver up it despite the heat. He lifts
his other hand off my tit and cups the ample cheeks of my ass in his palm. He
squeezes and caresses them.
“I love every part of you,” he breathes against my neck.
I’m so caught up in the scene I almost forget my line.
“You’re everything to me, Kurt.”
He draws me closer to him, and to my shock, he slips the
hand holding me up under the waistband of my skirt. His fingers slide down my
abdomen until they’re cupped over the crotch of my drenched cotton undies,
covering my pulsing pussy like a glove. Hissing, he leaves his hand there for a
few heated breaths, and then begins to rub my clit until the sensitive bundle
of nerves is a bubbling nub.
“Do you like this?”
Oh my God. Was this in the script? Am I supposed to say
something? I’ll just ad lib. “Oh yes. Please don’t stop.” My voice is a
breathy, desperate plea.
“Don’t worry, that’s not happening.” For real? He continues
to rub my clit vigorously. “You’re so hot, baby.”
I’m on fire. And if he only knew how really wet I am. Soaked
with lust and desire. My breathing grows harsh. I may either jump out of my
skin or faint. My burning need to come is consuming me. Taking over every ounce
of my being. To make matters worse, the hardness between his legs grazes my
backside. Holy cow! He’s as aroused as I am! Are we acting or is this for real?
The line is blurred in the haze of steam.
“I love you, Bra… um, uh Kurt.” Fuck. I almost flubbed my
line.
“The same, baby. I can’t get enough of you.”
He flips me around so I’m facing him. His biceps flex as his
deft hands grip my bare upper arms. I soak in his impassioned face, dripping
with lust, his thick-lashed hooded eyes smoldering with desire. I brush away a
wisp of his slick hair that’s fallen into his eye. I think the script called
for that.
He tips up my chin with his thumb, his eyes never losing
contact with mine. His head moves forward. Holy smoke! He’s going to kiss me!
Maybe I missed that part in the script. My whole body quivers as his lips touch
down on mine. Oh my God! It’s a veritable movie star kiss—deep, passionate,
all-consuming. A kiss like none other. Thinking I may swoon, I moan again into
his mouth and dig my fingernails into his hard biceps. He bites down on my
lower lip, and then his tongue darts inside my parted mouth. It finds mine and
we tango like we’ve danced this way forever. Whirling and swirling, my tongue
follows his lead. I moan again—I’m not sure if that’s scripted, but I just
can’t help it. Every muscle in my body is trembling with anticipation and
desire. Without breaking the kiss, he draws me closer to him and starts
grinding against me.
“Alisha, my love, let’s make a baby.”
The baby they will never see. Alisha, of course, doesn’t
know this yet, and the pure emotional impact brings tears to my eyes. They
mingle with the stinging needles of water, cascading over us while my
character’s cherished husband and lover grinds harder and faster with urgency
and zeal, rubbing against my aching clit. It’s all pretend, yet it feels so
real. I can feel his swelling erection, straining against his soaked jeans and
pulsating against me. It’s so hard, so hot, so ready to come. Clutching his
shoulders, I fight the urge to slide a hand down to his fly and touch his
extraordinary length. A bizarre thought crosses my mind—dry humping someone has
never been this wet. I’m soaked through and through, so close to the edge.
There’s a hot ball of fire between my legs the water can’t quench, and on his
next thrust, I combust with a deafening scream of his name. I’m so enraptured,
I don’t know if I’ve shouted out Kurt or Brandon, but who cares when his face
contorts with pure ecstasy and he roars out, “Oh, baby.”
Fade to black. I free myself from him and lean against the
all-glass shower. Barely able to stand on my trembling legs, I collapse into a
squat. My pussy’s throbbing, my mind’s murky, and my heart’s working hard.
Brandon joins me and wraps his arm around my shoulder. Like mine, his breathing
is shallow. He looks as shell-shocked as I feel. In a cloud of steam, we sit
silently side by side, our bent legs touching, until our breaths and heartbeats
calm down. The shower’s still on, the forceful spray still grazing us. The
sound of the pounding water replaces the drum of my pulse in my ears. Brandon
finally breaks our long, stunned silence.
“Fuck. You’re a really good actress.”
“Thanks.” I don’t tell him I’ve had to be.
“Did you ever consider becoming one?”
I tell him I did and even took a few acting lessons. “But
the truth is, there aren’t enough parts around for a girl like me so I decided
to become a full-time masseuse.” I also don’t tell him that I took his
assistant position with the remote hope of breaking into the biz.
Twisting, he sweeps away a wet wisp of hair that’s fallen
into my eyes. “Well, I think you missed your calling.”
“Thanks.” My voice is a soft whisper.
“No, thank you. You really helped me. I’ve got the scene
down now.”
“No prob. That’s part of my job.” I pause. “You were
amazing.” Oh was he! My head is already set on instant replay.
He smiles. “I may need your help again. It’s been rough
getting back into the swing of things.”
“Sure. Anytime.” I’m in love with Kurt Kussler, but I’m not
supposed to fall for Brandon Taylor. That wasn’t in my job description. And
besides, he can never be mine. He was just acting. Nothing was real. My heart
grows heavy, soaked with reality.
AUTHOR BIO
Nelle L'Amour is a NEW YORK TIMES and USA
TODAY Bestselling Author who lives in Los Angeles with her Prince
Charming-ish husband, twin teenage princesses, and a bevy of royal
pain-in-the-butt pets. A former executive in the entertainment and toy
industries with a prestigious Humanitus Award to her credit, she gave up
playing with Barbies a long time ago but still enjoys playing with toys with
her husband. While she writes in her PJs, she loves to get dressed up and
pretend she's Hollywood royalty. She writes juicy stories with characters that
will make you both laugh and cry and stay in your heart forever.
In addition to the Gloria’s
Secret Trilogy, she is the author of the bestselling THAT MAN series, the Seduced
by the Park Avenue Billionaire boxed set, and the highly rated Amazon
bestseller, Undying Love. Unforgettable,
her latest series, will be published in Fall 2015.
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