Thursday, March 17, 2016

Release Day + Review + Excerpt + Teaser: Cleat Chaser by Celia Aaron and Sloane Howell




Title: Cleat Chaser
Author: Celia Aaron & Sloane Howell
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Publish Date: March 17, 2016
Review Source: ARC
 
Kyrie Kent hates baseball. She hates players even more. When her best friend drags her to a Ravens game, she spends the innings reading a book… Until she gets a glimpse of the closer—a pitcher who draws her like magnet. Fighting her attraction to Easton Holliday is easy. All she has to do is keep her distance, avoid the ballpark, and keep her head down. At least, all that would have worked, but Easton doesn’t intend to let Kyrie walk so easily. When another player vies for Kyrie’s attention, Easton will swing for the fences. But will Kyrie strike him out or let him steal home?

Full disclosure: This is an erotic romance full of hot guys in tight baseball pants, even more guys in tight baseball pants who know how to swing a big stick, and explicit sex.

What happens when you meet the person who could very well be your perfect match, but due to previous experience and overall heartbreak you swear that person off.  But, luckily the mind has other thoughts.  This is exactly what has happened in the past with Kyrie.  She refuses to allow herself to believe that some baseball players may not be complete players on and off the field.

When Easton sees, and then meets Kyrie for the first time he is so enthralled with her that he just can't seem to think past her.  She somehow manages to tie him up in such tight knots that it has him catching hell for it everywhere.  He has never been this taken by a woman, ever, and he doesn't want to let it go.  He immediately feels like he has hit the grand slam of a lifetime, but he doesn't know what to do about Kyrie's defenses.  She refuses to let the walls down, even when there is really no reason for her to have put them up in the first place.  Luckily her best friend is being just that and keeping her checked strongly into "reality" and on the Easton band wagon.

This book is a fun read.  Even though it is full of your typical romance novel drama, which we all know and love or else we would not read these things.  But, add into the back and forth banter between Easton and his best friend.  Then throw in Easton's fowl mouthed, womanizing sister, and you will find yourself in pure stitches.  If ever there was a comedy written for lesbians this girl would be the perfect personality, because she has it going on.  The things that flies our of her mouth are worse than some of the guys on the team on a good day. She has no filter what so ever and the way that she dishes out the innuendos to Easton is absolutely perfect.  Now ad into the way that she is towards Kyrie in a no holds barred way and it makes for the perfect distraction, but also tell it like it is.

If you are a sports fan, or love reading about sexy athletes then I tell you jump on this book.  If you are a lesbian looking for a fun read then jump on this book.  Ok... yeah I am gonna say it, if you want just a fun read that has some smoking hot romance then read this book.  Yep its done, its out there, you really ought to throw this on your TBR list and get it read before the season starts.




I squirmed, the tension already building between my thighs. After the game, I’d wanted to console him. But the moment he’d looked at me in the hallway—his frustration turning to something hotter—all semblance of thought had flown from my mind. And when he’d kissed me? Everything had stopped except his body pressed to mine, his tongue owning me.
But I needed to shut this down. I closed my eyes and took in a deep breath. Too much, too soon. I sat up. “Look, Easton, I didn’t come over here to—”
He leaned over, claiming my mouth with an insistent kiss and pushing me back into the cushions. I put my hands on his chest and tried to shove him away, but he grabbed my wrists and pinned them next to my ears.
His kiss lit me on fire and I couldn’t help but return it, caressing his tongue with mine as he slanted over me, tasting me. When he squeezed my wrists harder, I moaned into his mouth. He worked his knee between my thighs, the thin georgette material of my dress pushing up as he went. God, if he went much farther he’d know how wet I was.
I turned my head, breaking the kiss and taking a breath, but he wasn’t deterred. He fastened his lips to my neck, sucking and licking until goose bumps covered my arms and legs and I arched my back to him. When my pebbled nipples rubbed against his hard chest, I gasped.
He released my wrists and ran his hands down my shoulders, pushing my cardigan and the top of my dress down until my breasts were revealed. The cool air hit them, but soon after his mouth was hot and wet on one while he palmed the other. I dug my fingers into his hair and let my head fall back against the couch.
“Spread your legs.” His voice was sandpaper as he went back to sucking and biting my nipple, my need growing with each nip of his teeth.
I opened my legs and he pushed his knee up higher, until it was almost touching my pussy.
“Wider, Kyrie.” He bit my nipple for emphasis, making me moan and do as he’d said, spreading as wide as I could.
When his knee made contact with me, he hissed. “You’re so hot.”
I dug my nails into his scalp as he switched to my other nipple, giving it the same treatment as he moved his knee against my pussy, steady pressure up and down that had me moving my hips along with him.
Placing a kiss between my breasts, he pulled his knee away and sank to the floor in front of me. He ran his hands up my thighs under my dress and gripped my ass, yanking me forward until I was perched on the edge of the couch.
Looking up at me, his eyes were hooded and the corners of his mouth turned up in a faint smile. Moving his hand around my thigh, he stroked down the wet material of my panties and then back up to my clit. He used his thumb, rubbing my nub through the material and making me ache for more contact.
“You like that?” He asked, the devious smile still playing along his lips. “Tell me.”
“I-I like it.”
“How about this?” He pushed his finger around the fabric of my panties and touched my clit, stroking it in the same motion.
I jumped at the contact and bit my lip. “Yes.” It was a husky whisper.
He licked his lips and my thighs went up in flames.
“Do you want me to kiss you here?” He ran his thumb down and teased it at my entrance.
Say no, say no, say no. “Yes.”
“What if I fuck you here? Ram my cock as deep and hard as I can until you come on a scream. Would you like that?”
No, no, no. “Yes.” I made a keening sound as he plunged his thumb inside me.
“You’d say my name, wouldn’t you?” He pulled his thumb out and licked it clean as I watched.
My heart thumped in my chest and I couldn’t think, only stare as he closed his eyes and relished my taste.
“Say it.” His voice hardened, the edge piercing and ragged.
Heaven help me. “Yes.”







Celia Aaron

Celia Aaron is the self-publishing pseudonym of a published romance and erotica author. She loves to write stories with hot heroes and heroines that are twisty and often dark. Thanks for reading.

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Sloane Howell

Sloane Howell lives in the Midwest United States and writes dirty stories. When not reading or writing he enjoys hanging out with his family, watching sports, playing with the dogs, traveling, and engaging his readers on social media. You can almost always catch him on Twitter posting something goofy.

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