I’m so excited to be able to bring you the Blog Tour for Samanthe Beck’s Compromising Her Position… Here you will see my review to this book with an nice excerpt!
Compromising Her Position
a Compromise Me Novel
By: Samanthe Beck
Releasing November 16, 2015
Source: Tasty Book Tours and Edelweiss
A sexy category romance from Entangled’s Brazen imprint…
He’s not who she expected, but he’s exactly the man she needs…
When Chelsea Wayne drags Santa into a supply closet for a little office party nookie, she assumes the man in the suit is her on-again/off-again coworker boyfriend. Instead, it’s Rafe St. Sebastian, a man known for his hard-driving ways in business as well as the bedroom–and, kill her now, the brand spanking new owner of Las Ventanas–who grants her naughtiest Christmas wishes.
So much for her reputation, not to mention her career.
Rafe needs to close three acquisitions to prove to his father he’s ready to take the helm of St. Sebastian Enterprises. A hot interlude in a supply closet after deal number two seems like the perfect illicit Christmas bonus. Unfortunately, when that “bonus” becomes the key to the final deal, he finds himself back in bed–so to speak–with Chelsea, and after their steamy tryst, he’s not interested in keeping things professional
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This book was definitely fun read from the very beginning of the book up till the end. This book had fun and flirty banter and numerous sexual interludes which makes this a perfect Brazen novel. This novel kept me entertained, engaged and ….. hot under the collar. 😛 Now this isn’t the first book that I read from this author but I sure know it won’t be the last. Trust me when I say the beginning was quite a scorcher.
The rest of the story flowed wonderfully and I really enjoyed it. Your dealing with the typical couple of characters who want some fun times and no commitment. This kind of book is always fun to read. Rafe is a rich and successful player and Chelsea is coming from a very crap relationship. Like I said before I liked their banter and their flirting was cute, and when there sexual interludes are just plain hot. I like that Rafe was not a Jerk even though he is a playboy. He and those he slept with knew what they were getting themselves into from the beginning. And they were okay with it. It was very mature trait because I really don’t like a book with clingy relationships. Rafe is also what Chelsea needed. Their romance was off the charts hot and I loved every minute of it. 😀
I always love romance but I also enjoyed the story. They are all in the hotel business and Chelsea is an excellent manager. I loved reading the e-mail of all the antics and request from all those guests. It was hilarious. The setting was picturesque with them being in Hawaii. I could see it in my minds eyes and now I want to go to Hawaii even more than last time. There was a bit of drama with Chelsea’s ex that I could have used more of, she did not stand up as much as I wanted her to in that department.
Trust me you can’t go wrong with this book! If you are looking for hot romance and a faraway island then obviously you need to get your hands onto this book. These characters were perfect together. Like I said before this is an great addition to the Brazen line of novels.
“There is nothing personal between us.”
“I beg to differ. In fact, I’m fairly certain I know your deepest, darkest secret.”
“I sincerely doubt that.”
He brought his mouth to her ear. “You knew I wasn’t Paul.”
“No.” The denial, though immediate, sounded slightly breathless, slightly desperate.
She had to have at least suspected, at some point. He refused to believe otherwise. “Not at first. But when I had you clinging to the tables, trembling so hard you could barely stand? You knew.”
“You-you’re delusional. If I’d realized you weren’t Paul, don’t you think I would have stopped you?”
“No. By the time you realized, you didn’t care.” The crowd around them erupted into a countdown.
Ten… He cupped her jaw in one hand…
Nine… and slid the other down her back. Then lower. Eight… “You didn’t care about anything except my tongue tracing the path of your thong”—he let his fingers do the honor now—“all the way down until I could taste your sweet, throbbing little—”
“I thought you were Paul!” Her wide eyes darted to his, pupils huge.
Five… “Remember how you used your body to beg for more? There’s no f-ing way you’ve ever begged like that for Paul Barrington. No f-ing way. I could have you begging again.”
Her breathing came in quick, shallow pants. The hands she’d rested lightly on his shoulders tightened, bunching his jacket in a white-knuckled grip. She shook her head. “Not going to happen.”
Three… He was risking getting his face slapped in the middle of a dance floor on New Year’s Eve, but he didn’t care. For some inexcusable reason, he needed to know she wanted him, not Barrington.
Two… He spread his palm over the perfect curve of her ass and hauled her against him, so she’d feel just how well he remembered every damn detail of their last meeting.
“It’s not?” he challenged, and then crushed her lips under his.
Cheers of “Happy New Year” echoed around them over the strains of “Auld Lang Syne.” A flotilla of black and silver balloons sailed down from the ceiling. Guests laughed, and sang, and jostled them while he kissed her. Sparkly, star- shaped confetti rained over everyone and everything, and he kept right on kissing her. Her arms twined around his neck. Her lips parted. She flattened one hand against the back of his head and held on. When he bent her over his arm and swept his tongue into her soft, yielding mouth, she wrapped her leg around his hip. The heat of her body practically seared his thigh through his tuxedo pants.
He trapped her lower lip between his teeth and nibbled. There went his no biting promise, but her shuddery moan told him she didn’t mind.
The song ended. The house lights came up a few notches. He slowly drew her upright, and even more slowly relinquished her mouth. She stared up at him, dazed, her lips plumped from their kiss.
“You’re a terrible liar, Miss Wayne.”
Giving her a grin he hoped didn’t reveal how much the move cost him, he walked away.
Wine lover, sleep fanatic, and USA Today Bestselling Author of sexy contemporary romance novels, Samanthe Beck lives in Malibu, California, with her long-suffering but extremely adorable husband and their turbo-son, Hud. Throw in a furry ninja named Kitty and Bebe the trash talking Chihuahua and you get the whole, chaotic picture.
When not clinging to sanity by her fingernails or dreaming up fun, fan-your-cheeks sexy ways to get her characters to happily-ever-afters, she searches for the perfect cabernet to pair with Ambien.
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