Showing posts with label #series. Show all posts
Showing posts with label #series. Show all posts

Thursday, December 22, 2016

99 Cent Sale on a HOT Contemporary Romance!

I've got a Christmas treat for you - Wanting It All is discounted to only 99 cents. That is mere pennies! It costs so little that you will have no guilt scooping it up for yourself in the run up to the holiday. You deserve this treat.
In the follow-up to Risking It All, hailed by Lauren Layne as “the perfect escapist read,” the heartthrobs of the Naked Men blog and podcast get a little too real about friendship, love, and sex. For one wealthy bachelor, the trouble starts when all three collide. . . .
After narrowly surviving a bus crash in high school with his best friends, science geek Knox Davis resolved to become so successful that he could have anything and everything he wants. Now he’s über-wealthy, a huge business success, and a notorious ladies’ man. Knox refuses to limit himself to one woman, but when his latest conquest—a blond beauty from the Alaskan bush—challenges his superficial ways, Knox begins to see the world through her eyes, and finds he likes what he sees.
A nurturer at heart, Madison Abbott wants to put down roots. She left Alaska to meet Mr. Right—and to track down Logan, the half-brother she’s never met. Instead, she finds Knox. Although the sexy-as-sin bachelor may not seem like marriage material, Madison’s starting to think that Knox is The One. But Knox refuses to settle down, especially once he learns that Madison is his best friend’s little sister. Now it’s up to her to convince Knox that she’s everything he really wants.
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A naughty-list excerpt.... 

“I don’t think we’re going to be done fighting for a very long time.” And wasn’t that fun to contemplate?
 “Let’s call this a time-out.”

“The sex break that refreshes?” 
“Exactly.”

“As the lady wishes.” Abruptly his hands went beneath her ass, supporting her. Knox swung in a half circle to deposit her back on the white cushions. When he set her down, his hands stroked up her sides . . . taking the sundress with them.

Wow. He’d bared her to his burning gaze in less than two seconds. That was a move and a half. Smooth. Fast. And in the time it took her to process it, Knox shucked his jacket, his polished loafers . . . and his pants.

His pants? Already? “Isn’t there an order to these things?” Especially since his shirttails covered up everything but the hem of his boxer briefs. “Shirt, then pants, so I can look my fill before I’m blinded by the majesty of your sure-to-be-enormous penis?”

“I like that. Spot-on description, by the way.” His teeth flashed in a toothpaste ad grin. “There’s a plan.”

“Aha. I figured as much. An MIT alum probably approaches sex with the scientific method. Plans. Charts.”

“My cleaner’s complained about how hard it is to get ground-in dirt out of linen pants.” Knox dropped to the deck. “And I need to be on my knees to do this.”

Then his face was buried in her cleavage while both thumbs rubbed circles over her instantly erect nipples. No. Wait. Madison needed to be precise, to mentally record every second to savor when she was ninety . . . or to savor in three months while alone in bed on a Saturday night.

Knox’s end-of-day scruff, rough against the sensitive skin of her inner breasts, contrasted with the wet smoothness of the up-and-down laps his tongue made in the valley between them. Each sensation alone would’ve been great. In tandem, they were fantastic. But topped off by the light thumb rasp across her nipples, it became a trifecta of pleasure. Forget sex. She’d be perfectly happy if he kept doing just this all night.

“Don’t stop,” she ordered. To make that point clear, Madison threaded her fingers into his hair and held him in place.

It didn’t work. He lifted up just enough to talk, but it was too far to maintain contact. “Who said anything about stopping? I’m just getting started.”

Wednesday, July 13, 2016

99 Cent Sale on NAKED MEN, Book 1!

I'm super excited that Risking It All  is on sale for only 99 cents. Funny and sexy, it is the perfect summer read - good for a lazy beach day, a long plane trip, or a vicarious escape if you're still stuck at work. Plus, it is book 1 in my Naked Men series, so you can grab it now and be ready for when book 2, Wanting It All  releases next month.

I adore all of my Naked Men. I kinda want to sleep with them all. But I know I made the right decision in kicking off the series with Griff. He's the leader of the group, and you learn the strengths and hilarity of the other guys through his eyes. They've got a Coast Guard rescue pilot, a food truck owner, a disaster recovery specialist, an NTSB agent and a gajillionaire computer whiz in their tight circle. I can't wait for you to see the women who show these strong, fiercely independent men just how terrific love can be!

Who doesn’t love Naked Men? In Christi Barth’s irresistible series, a group of close-knit friends talk out their problems with naked honesty on a popular blog. Bonded by a high-school tragedy, they’re moving on from the past—and fighting for the future with strong and sassy women.

Griffin Montgomery helps people. As a teenager, he kept his best friends alive after their soccer team’s bus crashed in the Alps. Now, as a Coast Guard search and rescue pilot, he saves lives with reckless abandon—until he goes too far and earns a lengthy suspension. Working on the Naked Men projects keeps his mind busy, but Griff’s itching to get back in the action. That’s when he finds his latest rescue mission: a pretty wallflower who’s stuck in her comfort zone.

Chloe Widmore doesn’t take risks. As a professional letter writer, she gets enough excitement out of expressing other people’s emotions. So when the hottest man she’s ever seen invades her coffee shop, Chloe surprises herself with how much she wants to be with him. Routines make her feel safe. Griff makes her deliciously unsafe, in so many ways. But falling for him is one risk she might just have to take . . . whether she’s ready or not.

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Monday, May 16, 2016

Sexy, Swoony, Rock Star Romance Release Today!

I'm super duper excited to share with all of you The Reverse of Perfection, the 2nd novella in my Bad Decisions trilogy. Now, I PROMISE that it stands alone, so you can totally grab this sexy, funny rock star romance even if you haven't read The Opposite of Right. Plus, it'll be perfect reading for the long holiday weekend - the epitome of a beach read!

Dylan Royce, ex-teen pop star, needs a sexy image makeover. His first adult solo album came out under his perfect, white-washed persona and tanked. Joining a band equally famous for their music and their between-the-sheets escapades is only the start. He needs to get raunchy. Sleep with a different girl every night. But there’s only one woman he wants, and she still sees him as a goody two-shoes boy-bander. 

Ariel Watson is the publicist in charge of turning Dylan into the sex-god every woman dreams of doing. Frankly, she doesn’t see the appeal. Until one hot kiss changes her mind. Now she wants to keep him for herself--without losing her job. Or losing Dylan the legions of drooling fans she’s supposed to be building for him. 

Turning bad got Dylan the woman of his dreams. But how will he choose between her...or his career catapulting him back to superstar status?


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Excerpt:
Ariel lifted her chin. “I would not appreciate being manhandled. I do like to be handled by a man who knows what he’s doing. There is a difference.”
“I know the difference.” Dylan picked up his blazer and held it over his shoulder by a single finger. “And I’ll prove that, too.”
Before Ariel could snarkily turn him down, before she could remind him that she was the one in charge, before she could do anything, he’d already moved in on her. Used his hips to press her into the curve of the piano. Used his shoulder to nudge her body into a better angle. And then his lips met hers. Softly. Not all bluster and brashness.
No, Dylan surprised her with his technique. His kiss was a faint brush of lips. Then another. A slow back and forth that had her opening her own lips in a silent plea for more. More contact. More kisses. More of him. Ariel even raised up on tiptoe to lean into that provocative mouth.
It worked. Dylan slid his hand along her waist, then up her side so his thumb lay just below the lower curve of her right breast. The fact that he was so near and yet not touching it made Ariel hyperaware of his fingers. The length of them. The heat of them searing right through her top, as though all the heat from playing Naked now seeped out of him. Dylan squeezed, pressing her in and up, bowing her to press her breasts into his chest.
And then his tongue swooped in. Licking. Languorously exploring—and that exploration had the added bonus of slowly rousing every infinitesimal strand of nerves in her mouth. Warmth swirled right along with his tongue. Except that trail of warmth took off on its own path, expanding through her body with each pulse of her heart, each pull of his lips.
Ariel didn’t want to do anything to jar the perfection of what was inarguably one of the top three kisses of her entire life. But she simply couldn’t contain her pleasure—or her growing excitement. A low moan broke from her throat.
As feared, that was enough to make Dylan ease back. He removed his hand first…still without lifting his thumb that last crucial millimeter to make contact with her now aching breast. With a final suck on her bottom lip, he lifted his head. Looked at her with bedroom eyes, heavy-lidded and somehow darker than when she’d first seen them.
“That’s what it’s like to be well-handled by a man. I need you to keep that in mind. Make sure you handle me just as well over the next few weeks.” Dylan turned on his heel to walk out with one heck of a cocky swagger. Which was when Ariel realized he’d just kissed her legs out from under her without even using two hands. The other had kept holding his jacket.
Ohhhh.
Dylan Royce was definitely not the teenager she’d watched bop around in those videos. He was all man. A very dangerous man. Because in proving how easily he could make women in the audience want him, he’d also proven how easily he could make Ariel want him.
And now that she did want him? Enough so that she had to ease onto the piano bench and let her head clear? It’d be impossible to look at him the same way again. It’d be impossible to ignore the chemistry between them. It’d be impossible to shadow him twenty-four/seven, stay impartial and do her job.

But if she didn’t, if Ariel screwed up at all handling Dylan, she’d be fired. Funny how that fear still wasn’t enough to dim the luster of his kiss.

Tuesday, November 3, 2015

Hot New Rock Star Romance!

Let's face it - rock bands are sexy. And not just because the lead singer tends to rip off his shirt. The unattainable famous bad boy is an awesome fantasy. At some point, whether it lasted a day or ten years, everyone went through a phase where they had the hots for a rocker. Today is the release of book one in my Bad Decisions trilogy, where you can get your fill of sexy rock gods, hot hook-ups and band drama.


Kylie Stafford has spent her whole life doing exactly what’s expected. The right major, the right sorority, the right guys, just like her mother and her sister before her. But when everything falls apart for her, Kylie wonders if doing everything right has been utterly wrong. There’s only one way to find out.

She decides to try making all the wrong choices for three months. Hit on a tattoo-covered rock musician? Check. Go back to his dressing room for a hot hook-up against the wall? Gulp. Drop everything to be a roadie for him to binge on more of the best sex of her life? Maybe. Start falling for him despite her better judgment? Um….yeah. Figure out why doing everything that seems wrong feels so darn right?

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Here's a sexy sneek peak!


For just a second, white teeth worried at her lower lip. In exactly the spot he wanted to sink his own teeth. “Um, can I ask you something?”
“Sure.”
Her tongue shot out to slick across her lips. God, the woman was killing him. And she probably didn’t even know the effect she had on him. In a quiet voice, Kylie asked, “Why me?”
“You did great tonight. You’re here. Apparently, you’re available. Sometimes things just line up right.”
“Like our lips, earlier tonight.”
Cam shot a desperate glance at the door. Sadly, everyone in the music industry treated the post-show closed door with a solemn reverence. Nobody would interrupt them even if John Lennon came back to life. Why the hell had Jake trusted him to be alone with Kylie? “Yeah, about that.”
Kylie straddled him. Hooked her wrists behind his neck. “We were interrupted. Let’s pick up where we left off.”
Heaving a deep breath, Cam said, “That’s not a good idea.”
The wide-eyed enthusiasm disappeared, replaced by a knowing, sultry look full of promise and passion. “That’s exactly why I want to do it. Bad decisions are a recent specialty of mine.”
“No, I mean, I promised the guys.” Cam kept his promises. Sure, he thought this particular one was stupid, but he still planned to keep it. Performing was the equivalent of stripping yourself naked in front of hundreds, if not thousands, of people. There had to be deep trust between the people doing it with you.
She licked her lips again. And it was obvious that this time she did it on purpose, eyes locked on his. “What, you’ve saved your lips for them alone?”
Funny girl. Funny girl with soft breasts pressed tight against his chest. And thighs that kept grinding her pelvis against his. “I promised them no hanky-panky on the bus.”
“We’re not on the bus yet.”
Smart girl, too. Cam did love a good logic loophole. No one could fault him for obeying the letter of the law instead of the spirit. Or if they did, he’d at least have a decent defense. With his last shred of self-control, he shook his head. “It wouldn’t be right. You work for me.”
“Not yet. I haven’t signed on the dotted line. In fact, I’m not even sure if I have a pen on me to sign.” In one swift movement, Kylie whipped her Riptide shirt over her head and tossed it on the floor. “Maybe you could help me look for it?”
Creamy breasts just big enough to fill his palms spilled out of low-cut black lace. The lace was sheer enough he could see the color of her nipples through it. They were about three shades paler than her hair. Sexy as hell. He’d been hard since the moment she sat on his lap. But now he was hard. Ramrod hard. Steel-girder hard. Could break a stack of boards with just his penis hard.
Cam wasn’t sure if he was giving in to his lust, or just giving in to the inevitable. He didn’t care. Framing her breasts, capturing their weight in his hands, he groaned, “God, you’re beautiful.” Then he licked a long, wet line along the edge of her bra. Kylie felt like satin and tasted like sin. It was his favorite combination.
“Help me be bad,” she whispered into his hair.
He was a rock ’n’ roll star. It was practically a contractual requirement to say yes to an offer like that. Still, Cam had standards. 
“Let me make you feel good,” he offered instead. 



Bio: Christi Barth earned a Masters degree in vocal performance and embarked upon a career on the stage.  A love of romance then drew her to wedding planning.  Ultimately she succumbed to her lifelong love of books and now writes award-winning contemporary romance.  Christi is President of the Maryland Romance Writers and lives in Maryland with her husband.