Blog Tour ~ Ardor by Elena M. Reyes

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Title: Ardor

Genre: Contemporary Romance, Erotica

Expected Publication: 7/23/2013

Check out my review of Ardor here!

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Blurb:

Gregory Thomas has always had an easy life. When it came to his profession, he excelled, gaining himself the position of manager to one of the nation’s biggest wholesale retailers.  He was amazing at everything; except when it came to love. The night he found his ex-wife in bed with her gay best friend was the night he decided it wasn’t worth it. He was better off just focusing on his career, and nothing more.

He became content with just being. That is, until Jasmine Velez, his new employee, walked into his store.

Blunt, and honest to a fault, the woman captivates him against his will. Not only is she gorgeous, but she’s the first woman that doesn’t chase him around. Something that makes ignoring her that much harder. The last thing he wants to do is try to have a relationship with a woman again, and he knows that if he allows Jasmine in, that’s exactly what he’s going to go for.

Except, then he’s faced with the possibility of Jasmine being with someone else, and the choice is taken from him. He’s left with only one option: He needs to make her his. But that might prove harder than he originally expected.

How the hell does a man seduce a feisty woman who’s gotten tired of waiting for him and is hell bent on not giving into him?

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Excerpt:

I pushed her forward with a gentle hand, removing that luscious ass from dangerous territory.  We both needed a minute to cool down.

Jasmine’s breathing was harsh, and her body trembled as she stood facing away from me. I could hear her faint mumbling while she attempted to right herself.

Was she regretting this?

A blush overtook her cheeks, and I almost pulled her back into my front. The color looked so beautiful on her sun kissed skin that I needed to see more.

“Turn around,” I commanded, but she stood as still as a statue, shaking her head from side to side.

Please don’t shut down on me, baby . . . please give yourself to me.

“Turn around, Jasmine.”

She jumped from the force of my tone and diligently complied.

Good girl.

“I’m sorry, Mr. T.” she sputtered, and then continued to blush under my unwavering stare. “I don’t know what came over me . . . please . . . please, don’t fire me.”

“Oh, sweet Jasmine, I’m not going to fire you. We both reacted to our natural instincts. I believe it would be for the best if we put this incident behind us, and never speak of it again.” At that she looked disappointed.

Perfect.

“Um, sure, Sir,” my coquettish clerk whispered. “If that’s what you wish.”

“For now, it is.” Her eyes snapped up and searched mine.

The following thirty minutes were spent participating in the dirtiest foreplay session I’d ever been subjected to.

Inside my office, Jasmine made a direct bee-line for the small leather couch I had against the wall and made herself at home.

When the smell of the specialty blend coffee saturated the space she moaned out and declared, “Fuck, that’s the good shit,” in the most sinful tone I’d ever heard from her.

I growled at her, but that only served to entice her further. The little minx let her eyes roll to the back of her head, and then arched her back so that her breasts pushed against her red polo.  Jasmine’s nipples pebbled while my eyes devoured her breasts. They were encased in what looked to be a flimsy piece of lace, judging by the pattern that could be seen in the taut fabric.

My feet began to carry me over to where she sat; in my hands I held a tray of guava and cheese filled pastries. I wanted to watch her lick the sweet concoction from her fingers, lips, and if possible, off my cock.

“Jasmine,” I growled low, and she trembled. I knew my face was showing her just how sinister I could be . . . how nasty. I felt the sneer on my face. “Care for a pastry or something else to entice those soft, plump lips?”

“Jesus, please . . . yes,” she mewled.

Placing the tray beside her on the small couch, I crouched down to her level. My fingers reached out to place a stray piece of her black hair behind her ear, all while my eyes were devouring the lust and want her caramel eyes were throwing back at me.

Perfect.

“Jasmine, tell me . . . what do you want?”

Nothing. Not a sound came from her in response.

“Answer me, sweetheart, or this ends now.”

Still I was met with silence.

“Now!” I yelled.

Her pouty lips crashed onto mine before my brain could process another thought. Sweet, succulent, and soft; they were giving me what I needed by yielding to mine.

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Author Bio: Elena M. Reyes was born and raised in Miami Florida. She is the epitome of a Floridian and if she could live in her beloved flip-flops, she would.

As a small child, she was always intrigued with all forms of art—whether it was dancing to island rhythms, or painting with any medium she could get her hands on. Her first taste of writing came to her during her fifth grade year when her class was prompted to participate in the D. A. R. E. Program and write an essay on what they’d learned.

Her passion for reading over the years has amassed her with hours of pleasure. It wasn’t until she stumbled upon fanfiction that her thirst to write overtook her world. She now resides in Central Florida with her husband and son, spending all her down time letting her creativity flow and letting her characters grow.

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