Promo for Her Artist by Allyson Lindt
Love Games
A Contemporary Romance Series
From Allyson Lindt
Sexy, Geeky, Scorching Fun
Love Games
In 2019, Allyson Lindt is re-releasing several of her older books, complete with new titles, covers, and revisions.
To celebrate, and to help readers of the originals grab their new editions without having to buy them again, each book will be free for the first few days it's available.
Each book can be read as a stand alone, but each new story features your favorite characters from previous books, finding their own love.
Her Artist is Free From January 27-Feb.
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His Long ShotHer Artist
Chloe's pressing reset on her life.
A new dream job means a chance to be a new her. Starting with flirting with Mr. Gorgeous-at-the-bar the weekend before she starts work. Not only is he confident and sexy, he gets all her one-liners.
And the wham-bam-thank-you-very-much-sir in the bar bathroom... wow.
The memories are great until she discovers he's her new co-worker. If she can't shelf their scorching night, it could cost her the job of a lifetime.
Publisher's Note: This story was previously released as He Said, She Said and has been edited and revised for this re-release.
A new dream job means a chance to be a new her. Starting with flirting with Mr. Gorgeous-at-the-bar the weekend before she starts work. Not only is he confident and sexy, he gets all her one-liners.
And the wham-bam-thank-you-very-much-sir in the bar bathroom... wow.
The memories are great until she discovers he's her new co-worker. If she can't shelf their scorching night, it could cost her the job of a lifetime.
Publisher's Note: This story was previously released as He Said, She Said and has been edited and revised for this re-release.
Her Artist Excerpt
“How wicked are you feeling?”
She pulled back enough to meet his gaze, covered
his fingers with hers, and slid his hand higher on her leg. “Very.”
His dick strained against his zipper. This was the
kind of opportunity karma extracted a due for, and he didn’t care. He wasn’t
passing this up. He trailed his nose up the side of her neck, back to her ear.
“Follow me.”
She tangled her fingers in his, and stood when he
tugged her toward the back hallway leading to the bathrooms. The place was tiny
enough there were no stalls. Just a single room for each gender, and locks on
the outer doors. The women’s room was empty, and he nudged her inside, locking
the door behind them.
Her squeal melted into a sigh when he kissed her.
She tasted like cherries and sour apples. If he got any harder, he’d pop his
jeans. Hands on her hips, he guided her back toward the sink. She dug her
fingers into his chest when he deepened the kiss and slid his tongue into her
mouth to dance.
Every time she moved, her hip dug into his cock,
teasing and tempting. He grasped his last threads of reason, broke away, and
rested his forehead against hers. “Promise me you’re not drunk.”
“I promise.” She swiped her mouth over his, and
caught his bottom lip between his teeth before pulling away. “This is
completely consensual.”
She got hotter every second. He barely had the
mental capacity to know he was quoting obscure references, and she picked them
up without thought. At least one of them was in their right mind. “We’re not
playing anymore.”
“We are.” She stepped back, taking him with her.
“It’s just a different game.”
“I like the way you think.” He glided a hand under
her shirt, and up her bare stomach, to brush the bottom of her bra.
“I’m not just another pretty face?”
“You’re not.” He grazed his thumbs over her
breasts, and she arched her back. “But I do like the view.”
Every time he skimmed her nipples through fabric,
she gasped and pressed into his touch. He wanted to strip her down slowly,
revealing her an inch at a time, then spend eons kissing every bit of her bare
body.
Not the best idea, given their environment. His
dick was grateful to not wait. Every time she squirmed against him, hip digging
into his erection, it begged to be buried inside her.
“How long do you think we have before someone
pounds on the door?” Sharp gasps punctuated her question.
He whirled her so her back was to his chest, and pulled her into him. Her heat seeped into him, taunting and teasing. He drew his tongue along the side of her neck. Fuck, she was delicious. “Not long.”
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