Blog Tour: Chandler by Laurelin Paige
Chandler by Laurelin Paige
A Fixed Trilogy Spinoff Release
Date: September 20th, 2016 Genre: Contemporary Romance
I'm good in a boardroom, but I’m
better in the bedroom. Much better. I can charm the skirt off any
woman in one encounter. I'll even give her an orgasm before I put her
in a cab. Or three. No more or she’ll start making plans for the
future and I'm not into that.
Or I wasn’t until Genevive Fasbender.
She's the first woman in five years that I want to spend the whole
night with. And she's the first woman who’s told me I'm not what
she wants in a lover, even after multiple O’s. She’s brash and
bold and stubborn as hell, and she doesn’t believe it’s possible
to satisfy her.
But I’m up for the challenge.
And after an incident in my brother’s
office closet―a downright dirty incident―I think I’m just the
guy to deliver.
Genevive Fasbender will never know
what’s coming.
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Five minutes later, the valet pulls up
with my car. Genevieve raises an eyebrow. “A Bugatti?” I’m
so impressed she can name the model that I practically jizz in my
pants. “It’s the best.” She shakes her head, and I swear I
hear her mutter something about rich men and their toys, but I don’t
respond, too occupied with inspecting my car and then passing the
attendant the cash I promised him earlier for returning my vehicle in
perfect condition. I slide into the driver’s seat, and when I
look over at Genevieve as she buckles her seatbelt, a wave of pure,
unadulterated lust rolls through me. I’m very aware that I’ve
trapped her, that she’s now defenseless to my whims. Not that I’d
take advantage, but goddamn, to think that I could… I nearly
shiver at my own vile thoughts. Glad she can’t know what I’m
thinking, I flash her a smile. “So. Where am I taking you?” “I’m
staying at the Park Hyatt on 57th Street.” “Fancy.”
The Park Hyatt is one of the nicest luxury hotels in New York. That
means this girl has money, which isn’t a bad thing. Just, the swell
of my wallet in my back pocket is usually one of my better
attributes. If wealth doesn’t attract her, I hope I’m not shit
out of luck when it comes to getting an invitation up to her
room. Apparently, I’m transparent because she asks, “Not
impressed?”“Quite the opposite. I’m worried you won’t have a
reason to be impressed with me.” Now I’m the one who can’t
believe how honest I’m being. “It’s a valid worry,” she
says after a beat, and I can’t tell if she’s teasing or being
blunt. Can’t tell if I should prepare for gut-wrenching
disappointment or dive into another round of sexy banter. I
concentrate on my driving instead, speeding up before slipping
expertly into a tight opening in the adjacent lane. I’ll admit
I’m showing off. “Smashing,” she says with a tone that
vibrates through my body like I’m a tuning fork. Then,
abruptly, she laughs, and I turn my head toward her, alarmed at the
source of her amusement. “I still can’t believe you drive a
Bugatti in the city. I can’t decide if that makes you brilliant or
as mad as a bag of ferrets.” “Brilliant, of course.”
Though, with her so close, I feel more like I’m going crazy. “What
can I say? I like things that are fast.” “Of course you
do.” “You don’t?” I raise a questioning brow. “Maybe
you don’t understand how awesome fast can be.” I put my foot on
the gas and race down the next block to prove my point. The
traffic light turns red as I approach the intersection, and I ease
the brakes. “See? Fast is fun.” “The problem with fast is
it’s over too quickly.” Is that innuendo? Her gaze pierces
into me, and the air around us feels tight and charged, and I’m
suddenly certain that I will die if I don’t get to taste her
tonight. Even if she didn’t mean anything more when she made
her statement, I certainly do when I say, “Don’t worry. I know
when to take my time.” She exhales, slowly, and I swear I
can feel it. As though she’s already in my arms and her
breath is grazing every inch of my bare skin. No matter what happens
after this, I know she at least feels this…this attraction. Or
whatever it is. Her voice is low and sultry when she replies.
“You’re not talking about cars anymore. But do you really take
your time? I’d guess you bolt the minute you’re finished.”
She’s so blunt, so direct, and I don’t know if it’s a her thing
or an English thing, but I like it. I also like this
conversation we’re having. Because we’re drawing the lines, and
that means the potential for tonight is high. So I answer with a nod,
making sure she understands that she’s correct in thinking I’ll
bolt. Because I will.
Laurelin Paige is the NY Times and USA
Today Bestselling Author of the Fixed Trilogy. She's a sucker for a
good romance and gets giddy anytime there's kissing, much to the
embarrassment of her three daughters.
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