Monday, April 23, 2018

Book Tour: Her Claim


Her Claim
Rebecca Grace Allen
(Legally Bound, #2)
Publication date: April 23rd 2018
Genres: Erotica, Romance
She’s no princess. He’s no prince. Then again, they never wanted a fairy tale.
Legally Bound, Book 2
Cassie Allbright takes no prisoners. A half Cuban ball-busting attorney, she’s too tough to admit what she wants in bed. But tough is the only way to cut it in her high-powered firm, and Cassie doesn’t need a knight in shining armor. And she definitely doesn’t need Patrick Dunham—an arrogant, chauvinistic man-whore with a knack for pissing her off.
Bound to the helm of his family’s publishing house, Patrick is shackled to a life of power and wealth he never wanted. Seduction is his only distraction—his nights of pleasure always temporary, because happily-ever-afters are not for him. But while luring a woman into his bed has always come easy, the high-and-mighty Cassie has never succumbed to his charms.
Their verbal sparring turns to foreplay, but instead of scratching an itch, it only whets their appetites. Patrick gives Cassie a taste of what she’s secretly craved, and Cassie’s dark desires stir up things Patrick never knew he wanted. Enchanted, he offers to fulfill her most dangerous fantasies. She agrees, with an iron-clad escape clause: her heart is off-limits, and so is his.
Funny thing about hearts, though. They have a way of ignoring the fine print.
Warning: This book isn’t for the faint of heart. Disclosure includes angry, vying-for-control hate sex and one steamy weekend in Miami. Ready? Break the caution tape and proceed.

Excerpts: 

Jesus. Cassie. Finally.

The reality of the situation slowed him down. She wasn’t someone he was going to be able to dodge after they saw this through. But she clearly wanted this, and he didn’t need to explain anything, since she knew his M.O. It was almost unsettling, how into this he was before giving his usual speech; a gentle, “Just so you know, I can’t stay the night” before things got started. It wasn’t the only sign he was way off his game. By the time he’d gotten this far with a woman, he’d clearly stated his intentions, and knew what she wanted once the clothes came off. Patrick didn’t have a clue with Cassie.

“Something wrong?” Her tone was low, taunting and tempting as fuck.
“You sure about this?” It was the only question he could manage through his lust-fogged brain. “I don’t know if…”
If that drink impaired your judgment. Or if you’re sure about fucking someone you hate.
She pulled back and studied him, blue eyes sharp and cautious. If she was doubting this and wanting to put the brakes on, she was smarter than him.
“I’m sure,” she said. “Are you?”
“Fuck yes.”
“Good.” He glanced outside to gauge how much farther they had to go. When was the last time he’d been this worked up on the way back to a woman’s home?
He knew when. But he wasn’t going there now.
The driver pulled up in front of her building. Patrick fumbled for his wallet, handed over some cash and yanked the door open. Cassie shimmied out and led the way inside. His pulse hammered as he hovered behind her, waiting for her to unlock the door. The second they were inside her front hallway, a narrow space that barely fit the two of them, he slammed the door shut and pressed her up forcefully against it. She dropped her purse and threw her arms around him, and then everything was a blur of hands and mouths. The sensation of her tongue gliding along his raced straight to his cock. Frantic, she went for his jacket, yanking it off him.
“Suspenders?” she asked, palming the elastic bands crossing his chest.
“What? I like the look.”
Whether Cassie liked them or not he couldn’t tell because she shoved them down and went for his shirt buttons like she couldn’t get him undressed fast enough. He wasn’t any different, all twisted up with sexual tension. The heat between them was insane. She wasn’t the cold woman he’d thought she was, and his mind was reeling instead of calculating his next move. He wanted every inch of her. Like he’d imagined for months. Had she always felt the same?
Shoving her backward, he held her still and growled, “How long?”
“How long what?”
“How long have you wanted me?”
Cassie narrowed her eyes. She opened and closed her mouth, then huffed out a breath. “Since April. Jack’s birthday.”
Her reply felt like triumph. Patrick grinned. “Me too.”
It wasn’t the truth. He’d wanted her from the minute they’d met. But she didn’t need to know that.
He attacked her again, his mouth on her lips, her jaw, her neck—hard, violent kisses set to bruise. He unzipped her skirt, loving the feeling of her warm skin and bombshell hips as the fabric slid to the floor. She kicked off her shoes, and he stopped kissing her long enough to hastily unbutton her blouse. He wanted to savor the moment of getting a look at her all disheveled in a black lace bra, but he was too worked up.

He needed to pounce. To touch and taste and bite. To get inside this infuriating woman, right the hell now.





Author Bio:
Rebecca Grace allen holds a Bachelor of Arts in English with a double concentration in Creative Writing and Literary Comparison as well as of Master of Science degree in Elementary Education, both of which seemed like good ideas at the time. After stumbling through careers in entertainment, publishing, law and teaching, she’s returned to her first love: writing. A self-admitted caffeine addict & gym rat, she currently lives in upstate New York with her husband, two parakeets, and a cat with a very unusual foot fetish.

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