Release Blitz: Unforgettable Box Set by Nelle L'Amour
Title: Unforgettable: The Complete
Series Box Set
Series: Unforgettable
Author: Nelle L'Amour
Genre: Erotic Romantic Comedy
Release Date: April 14,
2016
FOR THE FIRST TIME, THE BESTSELLING
AMAZON TRILOGY TOGETHER IN ONE BOX SET FOR ONLY $.99 FOR A LIMITED
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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—the Spawn of Satan. 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 in a Cinderella fairy tale that’s guaranteed to
make you laugh, cry, and swoon! From Los Angeles to the South of
France, their unforgettable love story has it all—romance, passion,
steamy hot sex, glitz, and glamour, plus an adorable little dog and a
whodunit murder mystery that could unravel everything.
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Zoey
I take another hit of
the Campari cocktail. “Have you ever gone swimming in the
Mediterranean?”
Brandon smiles. “Dozens of times.
The water is incredible. If we have time, I want to take you
swimming.”
A frisson of anxiety curls in my gut. Not
only am I afraid of swimming in the sea, but I also sure as hell
don’t want him to see me in a bathing suit again.
“I
don’t think so. You know, I’m still afraid of the ocean.”
He
laughs. “The Mediterranean isn’t an ocean. It’s a sea. And
technically, the part here in Cannes is a bay. So, the water is very
calm. Barely a wave.”
“B-but I didn’t bring a
bathing suit.” The truth. I never even thought of bringing one
since I packed so hastily.
He laughs again and unnerves
me. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll buy you a bikini.”
I
gulp. A bikini—the last thing I want to be caught dead in!
Especially with Brandon. As I envision the worst, he
continues.
“There’s probably a boutique right in the
hotel.” He regards me coyly. “You may only need a bottom. Most
women here sun and swim topless.”
I gulp again. The
ring of Brandon’s phone saves me from responding. Thank God,
because I’m at a loss for words.
My eyes stay on him
as he pulls out his cell from his jeans pocket and glances down at
the caller ID. His lips twist and his brows furrow. Katrina? The
phone continues to ring while I anxiously circle the rim of my glass
with my fingertip. To my relief, he doesn’t answer it, and, in
fact, turns it off. “Fuck it,” he mumbles under his breath. His
frown morphs into a smile when Antoine personally brings us our meal
along with the bottle of wine.
“Bon appetit,” says
the jovial man, setting our order down.
The tantalizing,
garlicky aroma of the mussels wafts up my nose. My appetite is
aroused.
“Antoine makes the best mussels meuniere in
all of the Riviera,” Brandon tells me.
Antoine smiles
proudly. He uncorks the wine and pours Brandon a bit. Brandon takes a
sip and nods approvingly. “C’est parfait.”
It’s
perfect. He’s perfect. We share the big bowl of mussels and the
crispy fries, sensuously feeding helpings to one another and imbibing
the refreshing pink wine between bites. Moans escape my mouth. Not
only are the mussels divine, but their tender meat is also charging
me with sexual energy. Mussels must be some kind of aphrodisiac. But
actually, everything is turning me on. The food, the wine, the
setting. And most of all, the mouth-watering man sitting across from
me. My eyes don’t waver from him as I feed him the last mussel. His
luscious lips clamp down on the edible part and then he sucks on
it.
“Mmm,” he moans, closing his eyes as he does.
Every ounce of me is buzzing and there’s a wet fire inside my
panties. He swallows and licks his upper lip. Another gush of wetness
and a rush of hot tingles besiege me. He re-opens his eyes and meets
my gaze, holding it fiercely. Before either of us can say word, a
staunch, swarthy woman appears on the terrace. Holding an accordion,
she heads our way. Once at our table, she stretches out the
instrument and starts to serenade us.
“Inoubliable…”
Oh
my God! In one word, the song is instantly recognizable.
“Unforgettable.” Mama’s favorite song…sung in French. With
the husky voice of a fallen angel, the songstress’s moving
rendition pulls at my heartstrings. Tears flood my eyes.
“Why
are you crying?” Brandon asks, tenderly brushing my unstoppable
tears away.
“This was Mama’s favorite song. She sang
it all the time. It reminded her of Papa.” Sniffling, I pause while
the dark memory fills my head. “It was playing on the Pier when she
was shot.”
“I’m sorry. It’s a beautiful song,”
he says softly, cutting into the painful, unforgettable memory. His
violet eyes burn right through me and his voice grows softer. “Almost
as beautiful as you.”
My watering eyes blink several
times while my breath hitches in my throat and my heart hammers
against my chest. His words swirl around in my head like confetti.
They shower my flesh with flecks of heightened sensation and my soul
with explosive emotion. I begin to unravel.
And then he
does something that totally turns me into vapor. Tracing my
tear-soaked jaw, Brandon sings along in English, his voice pure
velvet, as devastating as the man he is
“Oh, Brandon!”
I weep out his name. The impact of this magical moment has reduced to
me to mush.
Still singing and melting my heart, my
gorgeous god of a man stands up, and rounding the table, pulls out my
chair. “Dance with me, Zoey.” A soft but strong command.
On
my next sniffle, I’m in his strong arms, my head resting on his
beating heart, my arms draped around his shoulders, as he moves me
slowly to the melody and words. Swaying me side to side, he sings
into my ear while tears stream down my face and dampen his linen
shirt. I lose myself in him with each slow measured step. It’s as
if there is no one else in the world but the two of us.
Unforgettable…as the word drifts into a hypnotic hum, he draws me
closer to him, pressing his lips on my scalp. I feel the warmth of
them and his taut body flush against mine. I melt into his ripples
and his arousal. He owns me and I don’t have the strength or desire
to break away. Physically or mentally.
I’m drunk with
emotion. And one forbidden four-letter word. So intoxicated, I can’t
think straight or question what I’m doing. I just cling to him.
Like a song of love. Finally, I lift my head, and look up at him, my
bleary eyes searching for answers. His impassioned gaze holds me
captive. My already racing pulse accelerates.
“Brandon—”
I don’t know what words will spill out of my mouth next, if any at
all. It doesn’t matter. Because on my next heartbeat, he fists my
hair and tugs back my head. Before I can take another breath, his
lips come crashing down on mine like a meteor. Still humming, he
sucks and gnaws my hungry mouth. White-hot balls of passion explode
inside me, showering me with fireworks from my head to my toes. I
moan into his mouth and then I part my lips, allowing his tongue to
find mine. Entwined, our tongues dance sensuously, swirling and
twirling to the music and lyrics. Oh my God. This kiss! This
incredible kiss! I cup his strong, stubbled jaw, deepening, and
extending it, as he draws me closer, one hand gripping my ass. The
song drifts into my ears like a magic carpet. The sparks now blind
me. I squeeze my eyes shut. Yet, he’s all I see. Never before has
anyone been so unforgettable in every way. After what seems like an
eternity, the timeless song ends, and he gently breaks his lips away.
My heavy eyelids rise like theater curtains, and our glazed eyes lock
in a passionate exchange. Shouts of “bravo” from patrons and
bystanders reverberate in my ears. I feel myself flush with
embarrassment, but Brandon’s dimpled smile fills me with a rush of
lust and desire as he holds me tight in his arms.
Tears
flow from my eyes. Everything’s been so perfect. The setting. The
meal. Our dance. Our kiss. But something is so wrong with this
picture. A blaring ambulance races by. The sound of the siren
startles me back to my senses, out of my drunken stupor. Brandon’s
name burns on my heart. Remorse singes my brain. I want to rip that
dazzling smile off his face. What the hell is he doing? What the hell
am I doing? He belongs to another. As reality sets in, so does a
bitter mix of panic and regret.
Oblivious, Brandon kisses my tears away
and then breathes against my neck. “Baby, let’s make this night
unforgettable.”
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, she gave up playing with Barbies a long time ago, but
still enjoys playing with toys…with her husband. While she writes
in her PJ’s, she loves to get dressed up and pretend she’s
Hollywood royalty. She aspires to write steamy stories with
characters that will make you laugh, cry, and swoon and stay in your
heart forever.
Her bestselling series include Unforgettable,
THAT MAN, Gloria’s Secret, Seduced by the Park Avenue Millionaire
and critically acclaimed Undying Love. Writing under another pen
name, she is also the author of the highly rated fantasy romance
series, Dewitched: The Untold Story of the Evil Queen.
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