Wednesday, 6 July 2011

A Sinful Summer - An Erotic Book Giveaway Blog Hop


Welcome to the Sinful Summer Erotic Book Giveaway Blog Hop hosted by myself, and my ladies over at Under the Covers Madame D's Boudoirand Riverina Romantics.
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Ok guys and gals    now im going to tell you about my second part in this blog hop. Iv been talking to Author Erin Jamison and she has give me a book to give one lucky  follower.


An avid reader all her life, Erin Jamison dreamed of telling stories of her very own. Mustering her bravado, she forged ahead to create stories that promote individuality, confidence, fearlessness, fortitude and passion. She writes sensual stories of women for women who want a bit of a thrill and who know what they want and aren't afraid to go after it. Watch for more Better Than 8 stories! She loves to hear from her readers at erin@erinjamison.com. You can also visit her site for extras at http://www.erinjamison.com/.


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Title:Better Than 8 Fantasy
Author: Erin Jamison
Date Published: May 27th 2011

DESCRIPTION:    Amara Simmons has always fantasized about having two lovers but believes it is just that: a fantasy. She likes her men “gifted”, if you know what I mean. At the suggestion of a friend she registers for an online dating website for well-endowed men called betterthan8.com. She believes nothing will come of her site membership but after months of flirting online via email and instant messaging, she’s shocked to discover that she’s fallen for a gorgeous Latin man that has the potential to be her everything – except he never calls and she has no idea why. Nursing a broken heart she is totally unprepared to meet her would-be Latin lover in person much less at the negotiation table of a multi million-dollar real estate deal. In Puerto Rico, passion ignites. Promises are finally fulfilled and the lines of reality blur when her fantasy finally blooms to life. Can Amara have it all: the deal, the man, and the fantasy?


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EXERPT:  “How long has it been, Amara?” my girlfriend Stacey asked. Then she continued without waiting for a reply. “Let's see... the last man I heard about wanted to be your maintenance man while keeping his main squeeze. What was his name?”
“Adrian, I think…” Nicole chimed in waggling her eyebrows. "And you know everybody needs a maintenance man… to you know … maintain certain areas."
Chuckling along with the rest of my friends, I looked around my living room at them. All four of them were in relationships, save me. It had been four years since I'd been with Adrian, since he'd gotten married.
I looked around my living room at my four girl friends. We had all been friends it seemed like forever but in reality, it had only been six years. They were all the sisters I never knew I wanted and never had until now.
We had all worked together in one capacity or another. There were many friends I would say were associates or friend, the term used loosely. These girls, though, I loved.
There was Nicole aka Nikki, the party planner. The very one that had planned this little girls night we sometimes had on Sunday nights at my cozy two-story Tudor house not far from downtown Mountain View, an hour south of San Francisco. Nikki was the youngest of my friends. She was half white, half Mexican, 26 years old, tan, shorter than five feet tall, and a brunette, usually.
Then there was Vanessa aka Nessa. Nessa was brown skinned, 28, big brown eyes, with a mischievous sense of humor. She was also the whitest black girl I had ever known.
Then Stacey, the red headed, stubborn, “I ain’t taking no shit off nobody” kinda girl. She was 40 and a long way away from mellowing out.
Last but not least was Charlene aka Charlie. Charlie was the quick-witted, 30-year-old, strawberry blond shit talker.
I felt my face heat up at the mention of Adrian as I gathered the dishes off the table and took them into the kitchen. I grabbed the strawberry cheesecake. On my way back I passed by the floor-to-ceiling hallway mirror and paused. My cheeks were flaming from all the talk about Adrian. My skin was naturally all peaches. I had long dark brown wavy hair, hazel eyes, petite nose, and a full lush mouth. I was cute and curvy. I could admit that to myself.
After four years of being single, I had trouble explaining to myself why me, 35-year-old Amara Simmons, why I was still alone. Except that Adrian had burned me bad.
“Mmmmm,” Nessa hummed as she bit into the strawberry cheesecake I had served. “I swear I don’t understand why you’re still single." I shrugged.
She continued. "I mean you’re gorgeous, small waist, full breasted, phat ass; for a white girl. And…. you can cook. Hell, I’d marry you simply so I can have cheesecake!”
Amid a chorus of laughter and the clink of wine glasses lifted in agreement with Nessa’s statement echoing my own thoughts, I offered a suggestion. “I simply haven’t met the right one.” I sat with my head resting on the back of an overstuffed brown suede chair with my legs stretched out in front of me on a matching ottoman.
“The one. You make it sound like that movie, The Matrix. Is that it?" Charlie asked sardonically. She had a mischievous glint in her eye as she sat on my sofa, one leg crossed under her, the other swinging back and forth. "Are you waiting on your version of Neo, or are you stuck in the Matrix?”
“Very funny Charlie. I’ll know him when I find him that I’m sure of." I sat up quickly, planted my feet on the floor, and leaned forward. “You know I’ve been wondering though, what if I find Mr. Wonderful and he’s not as well, hmph umph, equipped as I would like.”
“Mara, OMG! I mean, are you looking for a porn star? Hell, you’ll never find anyone if that’s the criteria you’re measuring against,” Stacey said and flipped her red hair over her shoulder.
“That’s pretty vain, don’t you think?” Nikki asked. She shifted her petite self in the middle of the white sectional swirling her wine glass. “That’s like a guy saying a girl has to have a set of DDs or something for him to be satisfied. Isn’t it possible to fall for a guy or girl that doesn’t meet all your preconceived notions?”
Stacey leaned forward in the recliner and looked at the rest of us, sitting on the couch facing her, her green eyes flashing. “Well, hang on now. I think you like who you like and for me at least, I speak from experience. 'To thine own self be true!' "
We laughed at her attempt to mimic Shakespeare. I nibbled on my cheesecake. It was divine. If only I could find a man as easily as I could bake.
Stacey stood up and went behind the corner bar for another bottle of chilled wine. “I do think that it’s about knowing yourself. Me for instance, I know I like an average-sized man. I can get off no problem.” She stopped mid pour and glanced at me. “Mara here on the other hand needs a man the size of a bus to get her off!”
“No, no. I’m not looking for King Kong!” I exclaimed. That gave me a moment's pause. That actually didn’t seem like a bad idea. My friends watched me. I hummed loudly, for effect and raised an eyebrow. We all burst into a fit of giggles.
“You know, hell …” Charlie said. “I heard about this website. It’s a dating website like a lot of them that are out there already.”
A chorus of groans and a lot of “Oh no! Here we go! Not this again!”
“No, seriously. I have a friend that told me about it and she’s talked to a few guys from the site. She’s going out on a date with one of the guys this weekend.” Charlie added.
“Charlie, I’m sure it’s a great site but what makes this site different from the next dating website?” I asked as I scooted back into the cozy chair and tucked my legs under me.
“This one, you get to pick how big a lover you’re looking for!” She nodded knowingly. The room was quiet as we all exchanged looks with one another.
“You mean--,” I started.
“Yep. That’s exactly what I mean. If you need a seven-inch lover, that’s what you put. The site is called www.betterthan8.com. You may have to live outside your comfort zone and upgrade to a size eight to use the site though,” Charlie said with a sly grin. “What do you think?”
“Well, I don’t know what to think.” I said. But I was curious. Should I?, I wondered.
“Well, I know what I think!" Stacey sipped her wine. "I know that if I wasn’t happily involved and completely sexually satisfied with my Adonis of a boyfriend, I would register in a heartbeat.”
“I concur!” Nikki said and raised her wine glass. We all toasted. I hid my smile in my drink

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This is a great book which I loved dearly.  you can read  my review for this book here  REVIEW. Please note that when I wrote this review it had some edditing  problems, but iv been given another  copy to  read and the problems have been sorted. Erin has been kind enough to give me a copy of her book to  giveaway. All so if you want to know more about Erin then check out the interview I did with her  by clicking here -   INTERVIEW.


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     GIVEAWAY:   As   Iv  said before  Erin has very kindly given me a copy of her book to give away  to one lucky follower.  In order to win you MUST be a follower of all four blogs participating in the hop. You can be a follower through either Google Friend Connect or Networked Blogs.

The giveaway is open to all US, Canada and International followers. Giveaway Winner's will be announced on the 10th of July. They will be chosen using the http://www.randomizer.org/.
                                                                                                                                    




Just leave a comment below, along with your e-mail address. Good Luck, and Have Fun!!

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Ok guys and gals, your next stop in our great hop is to  RIVERINA ROMANTICS. Over there you will be looked after by my fellow kinkbag Nissie.  She will be working with The one and Only Felicity Heaton  (In Heat/In Heat: Mating Call).  So make sure you guys stop by :)




17 comments:

  1. Great giveaway babes. I like the sound of this book

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  2. Intriguing plot. This book sounds delish. Good luck with the blog hop.

    Happy Blogging,
    Laurielu
    bonafidereflections(at)gmail(dot)com

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  3. The book sounds really good, it would be great to read it.
    Thanks for making the giveawai international too :D
    GFC: Alaiel Kreuz
    E-mail: alaiel.kreuz@gmail.com

    Hugs!

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  4. very welcome chick. good luck

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  5. Oh My I like the sound of this one! Thank you for the giveaway
    GFC follow all 4 as irgl7
    irgl7(at)bonzo15(dot)plus(dot)com

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  6. fingers crossed for you :)

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  7. Thanks for the giveaway! Book sounds great.
    I love your photos in your blog.
    GFC follower as Diana

    artgiote at gmail dot com

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  8. This sounds great! Please include me I am a follower of all 4 blogs!

    mmafsmith at gmail dot com

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  9. I like this one. Sounds delicious.New GFC follower under Lucky47. Following all 4 blogs.
    Carol L
    Lucky4750 (at) aol (dot) com

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  10. thanks carol and good luck

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  11. Hi, there! Please enter me in the draw!

    I'm following all 4 blogs on GFC (Darlene), and my email address is darlenesbooknook at gmail dot com.

    Thanks for the giveaway!

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  12. I'm a GFC follower to all 4 blogs. Thanks for the giveaway.
    jessangil at gmail dot com

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  13. Sounds good. I follow by GFC (JessS).

    jessicamariesutton(at)msn(dot)com

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  14. thanks for stopping by ladies, winning will be announced tomorrow

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  15. thanks for the great giveaway!
    networked blog- shadow kohler
    shadow_kohler(at)att(dot)net

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  16. Ever wonder if sex is allowed in Heaven? Love make'n for the length and breadth of eternity? Soft, slow, and smoooth, interspersed with delicious-N-nutritious Pi? The big O for days, or weeks, screeem'n, sighing, sobbing... is definitely allowed. God would NOT create the glory of Heaven without joy. No, you don't gotta with me, you don't gotta with anyone, only an option for those who wanna make love a part of their eternity; yet, just imagine: twenty-one? a hundred? ten thousand one? handsome, tall, gentle, muscular guys + you alone + seventeen years + nude swimming in the shallow ocean + flying + nude floating + erotic, bedtime stories at dusk + achieving orgasm XnX again + some larger-than-your-thumb, some pointy and looong, others just soft, succulent, super-sweet/tangy, like a joyfull bee in a large field of honeysuckle. Simply dee-lish. But, yet, ya must git-up thar first; must be humble enough to see the need for repentance in this finite existence (I go every month). Why not? Why wouldn't Almighty God allow that super-freek'n-dooper, glorious high for a month or seventy-seven-weeks?? See? Heaven ain't as boring or tasteless as you might think, doll; God loves you and God wants to provide the best for you. I want Heaven to be with you, too, to serve you, honor you, love you, nekk and gratify you for all eternity. For those few who actually achieve the Great Beyond, girly? We cannot stay here: all of U.S. must croak someday. So, decide if this lifelong demise is worth the slowly unraveling, unending, unabridged joy of Heaven. God Bless You, girl --- Meet me Upstairs. We'll have a blast and a half. Lots of those.

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