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My guest has a HOT-off-the-press New Adult romance!

Yeah! Bring it on!!
Please welcome Alisa Anderson and her latest release: 
Give & Take.

Blurb:  Young, talented, ambitious. Wild.
Three friends, who struggled for fortune and fame, have finally found themselves thrust into mega-stardom.
What is right if there is no wrong…
For Ty, Lena and Danny, they’re about to find out as they cross the boundaries from all things safe to an arena testing love, friendship and loyalty. An arena that’s forbidden, taboo…and oh so tempting.
They’re riding hard and fast in a world where sex, money, love and rock & roll are all a game of give & receive, where any wish can be granted if you just ask…
Open, honest and raw, this is a rare glimpse of what happens behind the fortune and the fame, beyond the limelight, past the adulation and acclaim.
Welcome…to the real.


Excerpt

“You know, if I had any sense, which we’ve clearly seen I don’t, I
would hang up the phone and pretend none of this ever happened.”
She shook her head regretfully.
“And yet and still, as we speak, my fingers continue to stroke an
absolutely swollen clit.”
“Jesus,” Ty muttered, biting back an oath, realizing he was still
stroking himself as well. Sweat glistened on his forehead as his hand moved up
and down his engorged cock with smooth, practiced strokes. Slow and measured at
first, then faster and more rapidly, the feeling so intense he couldn’t help
moaning out loud. He rocked his hips, feeling the rise of sperm in his shaft,
ready to burst at any moment. He heard a small noise on the phone and knew it
was her. Trying to resist giving in.
“Come with me, Lena.”
“No.” Yet her fingers continued moving, unhurried and restrained
as she fought for control.
“Your mouth is so warm…so wet. Take it all, baby…suck it. Just
like that. I’m spilling pre-come all over my hands, Lena. It’s all for you. I
wish you were here to lick it off. Why are you fighting this?”
“I’m not listening.” Her breath caught, fingers still continuing
to have a mind of their own as they slid in between the walls of her pussy,
caressing her clit, sliding over the slick folds of her walls.
Traitorous sluts, her fingers. Every blasted one of the little
monsters.
Couldn’t trust them worth a damn. They did whatever they wanted.
“Yes, you are. And you’re getting yourself wet with the thought of
me pushing my cock into your mouth. Sucking it off for me. Tasting my come.
Knowing you’re responsible for getting me this way. You’re enjoying the control
and you should, love. I know from experience. It’s a heady trip, isn’t it?”
He heard her breathing increase in pace over the phone.
“Would it be so wrong to admit, just this once, I turn you on?
That this, whatever it is, gets you off?” Ty’s voice strained
as he struggled to manage his emotions. If he could wait a little bit longer,
he knew it would be big.
He knew she was also ready to break soon, and wanted to be there
with her.
Every step of the way.
Fine. You turn me on. This.
Turns me on. Ridiculously. Satisfied?” Lena felt her nipples hardening through
her shirt, feeling them under her palm. She twisted her left nipple, painfully,
maliciously, whimpering out loud. Not
enough.
Like an itch she couldn’t scratch, her fingers, her hands…weren’t
enough.
She needed him.
“Tell me what you taste like. Tell me now.”
Her voice was a whisper…sexy personified, sultry, as she pinched
her clit, shivering at the light sting.
“Salty…sweet, slightly bitter. Just like you said. How did you
know?”
Lena gave a dark, husky laugh full of promise. It made his balls
draw up and tighten as his cock continued to pulse, throbbing under his
tutelage.
“I’m that good.”
“Modest too.”
She had to take a breath before she answered.
Liquid heat ran down her thighs as she caught another breath
before answering.
“Oh come now, love. Modesty is for people who can’t deliver the
goods. And we both know that’s not true, don’t we?” She savored the exquisite
torture of her fingers, now thoroughly wet and buried inside her pussy.
“It’s too bad you’re not here with me, Ty.” Lena’s voice was breathy
as she stroked her clit with increased rhythm. Wild with need now, she was beyond
caring about anything but how she felt, how gloriously, amazingly wanton she
was.
“Do you know what I would do if you were? I would straddle you
between my breasts. Sliding that big, thick cock up and down, getting slick
with all that come. Lapping up every bit of spill from your thighs and your
chest. Making my nipples slippery with your come. Rubbing myself all over you.
And then…are you still with me, gorgeous? I would sink down on top of that hard
stick of yours and take you inside. I’m so tight, Ty. Can you feel how tight I
am?”
“Sweet fuck you are tight. It’s like I almost
can’t fit.”
“I’ve done my pussy push-ups, Ty. So glad you noticed.”
“Pussy push-ups? Oh god. I can’t. Ahahaha…Please stop.” Ty’s
laughter sounded gravelly and painful, as he struggled not to pass out. Only
she could make him laugh at the same time he wanted to fuck her into oblivion.
She would find every live wire on him triggered to detonate at her slightest
touch. She really would be that fucking good.
Damn her infuriating ass, straight to hell.
She thought she had this all under control, didn’t she?
Clearly, he needed to shake some things up again.
Ty managed to zip his pants up and grinned to himself, opening the
car door and glancing around. He made sure no one saw him running up the steps
to her front door, grabbing the spare and unlocking her front door. He let
himself in.

*****************

She started stroking herself, faster, harder, pinching her clit
just a little, her breathing ragged. “Oh
shit
…” Lena murmured, and began to pant. “Get me off, Ty. I need you.”
She didn’t even hear him approach. “I would be glad to.” 
Lena screamed out loud.


Authors’ Bio:
Alisa Anderson
well…alisa did stuff and is still doing stuff.
only now she has two boys crazy enuff to want her as their mommy. hey, at least
she tried to warn them, so her job is done. she doesn’t like to capitalize,
partially because she likes how lower case letters look visually, but mostly
out of laziness. please don’t judge. it could be you. and she would say, hey.
you’re alright, buddy. you’re ok in my book. now c’mere for a hug. the hug
might be pushing it. air kiss? you are strangers, after all, with only a mutual
love of poor grammar.
​she lives for a world full of
controllable anatomically correct, android men programmed to meet her specific
feminine needs (wink, wink, nudge, nudge with a big waggle of the eyebrows).
who look like the rock. and ian somerhalder. and idris elba. and that’s it she
promises. variety. gotta have variety, right?
​but alas…apparently that exists
only in johanna lindsey’s genius mind. so until then, she enjoys her incredibly
warped sense of humor. she reads tons of erotica and romantic, drippy goo that
makes her heart go pitter patter. then she thought, hey. what, she said to
herself. (softly, of course, so no one finds out she is indeed, 2 nuts short of
a fruitcake) maybe you should write this stuff too. maybe someone will like it
and maybe buy it. so she said, huh, you think? then she said, well…yeah, i
wouldn’t have suggested it…(inserts sarcastic tone) and then she was like
lose the attitude, ok? then she was all, would you just shut up and write,
already? sheesh! and she did. 🙂
Does your mother know what you’re
reading?
Alisa’s Website: www.houseofalisa.com
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