Tuesday, January 28, 2014

BLINDED INNOCENCE BY ALESSANDRA TORRE: RE-RELEASED! + EXTENDED EXCERPT


"I'm not sure what you have been told about me, but I'm not nearly as bad as they make me out to be." His deliciously deep voice carried a little bit of ego.
I'm sure you are exactly as bad as they make you out to be….
Brad De Luca is used to getting whatever, and whomever, he wants. The premier divorce attorney in town, he is a forty-year-old playboy who's bedded half the city—including his own clients. And when the newest intern at his firm poses a challenge, his seductive prowess goes into overdrive.
Pre-law student Julia Campbell is fresh off a failed engagement and happy with her new independence. Even if she weren't warned away from Brad at every turn, she'd know he was bad news. The last thing she needs is an older man who could destroy her job prospects, not to mention her innocence. But before she knows it, the incorrigible charmer has her under his spell. His deviant tastes plunge her deep into a forbidden world of sexual exploration…but her heart may not survive the fall.
This book contains explicit sex scenes, including a MFM ménage.
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EXTENDED EXCERPT:

I was in the office's kitchen, buttering a stale biscuit and licking some melted butter off my fingers when he walked in.
Whoa.
It was as if every ounce of extra air left the room in that instance, squeezing all of the space out with it and putting me front and center in his laser beam. Damn. We locked eyes, and neither one of us moved. In his office, there had been a long, empty expanse between us. Now here in the small kitchen, I felt his...essence. It scared the crap out of me.
His eyes were a normal dark brown color, not anything special, but they blazed with a powerful intensity. He smelled of...something. I don't know how to describe the smell but it was intoxicating and animal. The man reeked of masculinity and sex. He seemed to be a big tight ball of controlled energy and I could just as easily imagine him ripping someone's head off as dipping me backwards into a kiss. As I stood there frozen, his sexy features curled into a smile and he looked like he wanted to eat me. I backed up and bumped into the kitchenette counter. I was acutely aware of the butter all over my fingers and, now dripping, on the edge of my mouth. I licked my lips and said the first thing that popped into my mind.
"I'm not Tiffany."

His smile faltered slightly and he shook his head and chuckled. "I know."

"I'm Julia. Julia Campbell. Broward's intern."

"I know."
"You do?"

"Yes. I just asked Sheila where to find you. She said you were in here."

"Oh." A pause. His eyes never leaving mine. "Why were you looking for me?"
"Would you like to go to lunch?" He turned some powerful, magical force on full blast and it was like he radiated with intense sexual heat. I almost swooned, but caught myself. Keep it together you damn woman!
"Umm, no."
"No?" His grin increased and he looked almost incredulous. He glanced around as if wanting someone around to witness this.
"No." My voice grew in strength and confidence. Cocky prick.
"Why?" He moved closer and I lost all sense of reality. The man was like no one I'd ever met. I could see why divorcing wives would throw apart their legs and beg him for more than lawyerly duties. The man was walking, breathing sex. I had never found body builders or large men attractive. I had pined and worshipped the rail-thin, pretty look of male models. This man was built like a God - with the deposition of Satan. I couldn't imagine being an intern to this man and NOT doing more than filing his briefs.
I would have moved back farther but the kitchen counter rail was already digging into my ass and no doubt now leaving a bruise. I met his amused gaze and tried to portray nonchalance.
"For one thing, you're a little old."

His eyes flickered a bit at that, but he kept his thoughts to himself.
"And?"

"Annnddd, I'm not supposed to talk to you." Even to my ears, that sounded juvenile.
His egotistic smirk was back.
"Ahhh... yes. Broward wants to keep you all to himself."

I didn't like that response, but kept my mouth shut and let me eyes communicate my silent retort.
"Come on. Let's go to Centaur."

"No. I have work to do."

"Come on - I'll have you back in a flash. No one will even know you are gone."

"I -
"Julia!" Sheila stood in the doorway and glared at De Luca. He had the good grace to look sheepish, which also looked ridiculously sexy. Good lord. Someone needs to take this man out back and shoot him.
I fled to the safety of her side, taking my buttery fingers with me and leaving my plate and knife behind.
"I need Julia," Sheila said. "Are you all through with whatever it was you were needing her for?" Her expression painted her opinion clearer than any billboard sign could.
De Luca nodded a goodbye to me and strode out of the kitchen, winking at me, and patting Sheila on the shoulder as he passed. I could suddenly breathe a lot easier. Sheila turned and affixed me with a steely stare, all evidence of grandmotherly goodness gone. "Is this going to be a problem?" she demanded.
"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Good."
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BIO:
Alessandra Torre is a new author who focuses on contemporary erotica. Her first book, Blindfolded Innocence, was published in July 2012, and was an Erotica #1 Bestseller for two weeks. Alessandra is currently working on the sequel to Blindfolded, which will be released in 2014.
Alessandra lives in the Southern United States and is married, with one young child. She enjoys reading, spending time with her family, and playing with her dogs. Her favorite authors include Lisa Gardner, Gillian Flynn, and Jennifer Crusie.

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