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The Artist by Shealy James Book Blitz & Rafflecopter giveaway 10/23/15

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Book Title: The Artist
Author: Shealy James
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: October 20, 2015
Hosted by: Book Enthusiast Promotions

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Book Blurb

Katherine “Kitty” Peters is done doing what Daddy says…
When Kitty rebels against her wealthy father, he issues an ultimatum. She has one month to agree with his plans for a suitable marriage, or find her own way without the benefit of all he provides for her. Taking full advantage of those precious weeks, Kitty escapes her suffocating world for a more colorful one…where she meets a tattooed maverick who captivates her with one sexy smirk.
Adam Vaughn doesn’t play by the rules…
His good looks and bad-boy persona always get him what he wants, but he’s also an artist, a painter, and deeply sensitive. Lately, however, only one thing inspires him—the stunning Kitty Peters.
Passion flares, but a family crisis might douse the flame…
Adam needs help, and Kitty’s father has connections. As the end of her month approaches, Kitty’s deal with the devil is far more complicated than simply submitting to her father’s will.
Can she walk away from the man she loves in order to save him from pain?
Even if it means living the rest of her life without him?

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A bartender sauntered her way over to me almost as soon as I sat down. She was something to look at; that was for sure. Her hair was colored a light blond, almost white, on the top, and black underneath, and her teased-up ponytail displayed that and her neck tattoos perfectly. Her tight black tank top left nothing to the imagination. I figured putting her double Ds out there for everyone to see probably earned her better tips. If I were being honest, my almost B-cups might have been a little jealous that she had that much to display.

“Whatcha drinking?” she asked when she made her way to me.

“Grey Goose and tonic,” I told her and laid a hundred-dollar bill on the bar. “Keep them coming.”

She looked unruffled by my request and went about making my drink with practiced efficiency. Grey Goose and tonic was my mother’s drink of choice. I knew it had fewer calories than most cocktails, which was the only reason she allowed herself to drink her meals.

The bartender set down my drink and moved on to the next thirsty patron. I hadn’t so much as taken a sip of my drink before I felt a hand on the back of my stool where my coat lay. “You here alone, sweetheart?” a man asked. I could smell the whiskey on his breath and cheap cologne on his shirt.

“Not interested,” I said without turning around.

“Aw, come on. Let me buy you a drink.”

“No, thank you. I have one, and I’m more than capable of buying my own drinks.”

He scoffed at my reply. “No need to be a bitch. No wonder you’re here alone.” I felt his hand move from my chair, and the stench of whiskey and too much spritzing disappeared.

My first drink was quickly emptied and replaced with another, and then another by the booby bartender. She was doing exactly as I asked, so I thanked her politely then turned to take in more of the scene. The crowd was a mix of scantily dressed women and grungy men trying to get laid, to business types in their weekend casual taking advantage of the freedom. It was interesting to say the least.

I was busy watching a short, Italian-looking guy try to pick up what could have been a supermodel when something at the back of the bar caught my eye. I turned fully in my stool to take in the back wall of the bar. It was a mural depicting a band and people dancing. The detail and depth reminded me of Maverick and his coffee shop scene. Suddenly, the music was no longer loud enough to drown out my thoughts.

It occurred to me in my alcohol-infused brain that I no longer had to worry about what my father thought. I could take Maverick up on his offer of lunch now. Hell, I could screw Maverick right here on this bar if I was so inclined, and my father would have no say, because he was writing me off anyway. It was becoming easier by the minute to see the pros of telling my dad to shove it. Maybe it was the alcohol talking, but becoming homeless, car less, and fashion less didn’t seem so bad if it meant I could have a little fun with Maverick.

“I guess you found another one,” a familiar deep voice shouted. I turned to find Maverick himself standing on the opposite side of the bar from me as if my dirty thoughts had conjured him up.

“Another what?”

He nodded toward the painting on the back wall.

“Ah. I was wondering.”

He smirked his terribly sexy smirk that made me want to do things to him that were not suitable for public. “Were you now?”

“Yes. The details are similar. The way you make it look like an extension of the room, the timelessness of the people. It’s your style.”

He leaned his elbows on the bar and moved closer to me. My body instinctively matched his position and leaned in as he said, “If I didn’t know better, I’d say you paid close attention to my mural at the coffee shop.”

“Perhaps,” I responded with a smile.

His smirk disappeared and seriousness replaced the flirtation. “What are you doing here, Duchess? This isn’t your scene.”

I didn’t like where this was going, but Boobs saved me with liquid courage. I picked up my new drink and lifted it in a toast. “Drinking to freedom. What are you doing here? You work here or something?” It was really a dumb question, considering he was behind the bar, but I wasn’t exactly on my A-game right then.

“Or something,” he replied. “How much have you had to drink tonight, Duchess?”

I ignored his faux concern and opted for flirting instead. “I thought we already established my name is Katherine, not Duchess.”

“Okay. Katherine, how much have you had to drink?”

I rolled my eyes. “Not enough. That’s for damn sure.”

“I’m not sure I agree with you,” he said as he took my empty glass and dumped the ice into that secret place behind the bar where bartenders dump the sad leftovers of people’s drowned sorrows and liquid courage. Boobs McGhee brought my next drink to me, but Maverick, the thief, took it from her before she could set it down.

“Hey! That’s mine,” I whined. Boobalicious looked just as surprised, but with one shake of Maverick’s head, she shrugged and moved on to other empty glasses. “I paid good money for that drink you just poured out, Maverick.”

“You’ve had enough, Katherine,” he said sternly. He sounded like my father, and I’d had enough of being told what to do. I had just gotten rid of one controlling man from my life; I didn’t need a replacement.

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Meet the Author

Shealy James is a Georgia native who teaches math by day and writes romance at night. As an avid reader, expert on romantic comedy films, and lover of realistic characters who could be her best friends if only they really existed, Shealy appreciates when humor mixes with drama to guide her imaginary friends to their happy endings. And there must always be a happy ending. Shealy openly eats enough candy to feed a small nation, drinks sweet tea by the gallon, hopes to hit 10,000 steps each day, and lives every day with her amazing daughter.

Praise

“Kitty really came into her own as the story unfolded and I was so happy to finally see her take the bull by the horns and make the supreme sacrifice to protect the man she loves.”

  • Kristen Luciani, Author of Unlikely Venture

“I would highly recommend this book. It smashes a lot of the stereotypes we see in life and is ultimately a very brave and inspirational book. Though there were a lot of tough times in the story, it was the message from the whole book that was fab. Such a great read, I finished it in one sitting.”

  • Bri Wignall, Natural Bri – Pursuits of Life Blog

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With that, Julia found herself tied naked to a bed in complete and utter silence. It was more nerve-wracking to lay there in the dark, anticipating what was to come, than it was standing on stage in front of everyone. In this position she couldn’t resist. The guy who’d purchased her, had full license to use her as he wanted. That should have left her trembling in fear, but instead, she could feel her pussy clench at the thought of being taken and used. Would he start with foreplay, or just shove his cock into her as if she were a blow-up toy for his pleasure? What if she needed to say her safeword? She knew she couldn’t get punished for safewording, but she was concerned about a man who would play before discussing it either way. Should she beg off? What would Killian tell her to do?

According to Lex, Killian had vetted the man, which meant he trusted him with a new sub. That had to count for something. Instead of questioning a man she didn’t even know yet, she should just jump off the cliff and hope for the best. Resolved to wait patiently for her Master-for-the-night, she began reciting nursery rhymes in her head.

Mary, Mary quite contrary, how does your garden grow?

It seemed like hours before she heard the bedroom door open and the sound of heavy footsteps. There was no way to recognize the man’s footsteps on the plush carpet, but she caught a whiff of a familiar cologne that tickled her brain. Whoever he was, she’d met him before, she just couldn’t figure out where.

His steps stopped at the foot of the bed, and she was hyperaware of the fact that he was staring down at her naked form with a perfect view of her cunt. Did he like what he saw? She knew she was considered overweight in the outside world, but here, in this environment, she’d received such acceptance that it was easy to forget. Suddenly, her curves felt too round and her body too wide. She jolted in her bindings, instinctively trying to close her spread legs. A large hand covered her ankle, and began to stroke her gently.

The contact was enough to help her calm the surprise panic attack, and she inhaled sharply trying to clear her brain of all of her self-conscious thoughts. He wouldn’t have purchased her if he didn’t find her attractive. It wouldn’t have made any sense. Firm in the knowledge that the man with the large hands had to want her, she let her body relax and focused on the warmth of his fingers sliding up the side of her calf.

He didn’t hurry, and he didn’t speak. He just kept touching her. First her ankle, then her calf, then up to her knee, where he took a moment to explore the sensitive crease at the back. She tried not to wiggle at the ticklish sensation, but her muscles twitched against his fingertips. He let out a small chuckle, and she tensed again.

The sound was so familiar. She’d heard it before. Now she was absolutely sure it was someone she’d interacted with, but who? Random people’s face’s populated her brain. From the regulars to the more recent additions, but no one seemed to fit.

When Ashton’s face filled her mind’s eye, she hesitated, and then shrugged it away. He was too experienced for the likes of her, and besides, she’d only seen him play with one-night subs, women who didn’t want a regular Top to take care of them. The whole idea of the auction was to pair off unclaimed bottoms with suitable Tops. There was no way Ashton Reid would have wanted to jump into that pool, especially seeing as how he was the auctioneer.

Unable to pinpoint who her seducer was, she once again focused on his hand drawing lazy figure eights on her thigh, slowly but steadily making its way higher. She could feel her own juices leaking from her slit, and the fact that he could see it only made her hotter. There could be no doubt he was turning her on, and so far, he’d done nothing but touch her.

Just when he reached the crease between her thigh and her pussy, he stopped and pulled his hand away, making her whimper in disappointment. Another chuckle. Another familiar sound tickling her brain. Who was he?

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Lori’s Bio

Best-selling author, Lori King, is also a full-time wife and mother of three boys. Although she rarely has time to just enjoy feminine pursuits; at heart she is a hopeless romantic. She spends her days dreaming up Alpha men, and her nights telling their stories. An admitted TV and book junkie, she can be found relaxing with a steamy story, or binging in an entire season of some show online. She gives her parents all the credit for her unique sense of humor and acceptance of all forms of love. There are no two loves alike, but you can love more than one with your whole heart.

With the motto: Live, Laugh, and Love like today is your only chance, she will continue to write as long as you continue to read. Thank you for taking the time to indulge in a good Happily Ever After with her. Find out more about her current projects at http://lorikingbooks.com.

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Riley Simmons is on a mission. When all else fails, she logs into an exclusive website—looking for a discrete encounter. A paying discrete encounter. What does she have to lose? Her dignity? That went out with the eviction notice and she knows desperate times bring desperate measures.

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Living in sunny Southern California, this hopeless romantic writes every chance she gets!

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