Blog Tour: Compromising Her Position by Samanthe Beck (Guest Post, Excerpt, Review,Giveaway and Buy Links)
Compromising Her Position
Book One
197 Pages
Release Date: 11/16/15
Publisher: Entangled Publishing | Imprint: Brazen
Genre: Romance | Contemporary Romance | Series Romance
Series: Compromise Me
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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Thanks, Deanna, for having me at Okie Dreams today to reveal my favorite scene from my new Brazen, Compromising Her Position! I have to admit, asking me to pick my favorite scene is a little like asking me to pick my favorite child, (harder, actually, since I only have one kid!), but I decided on a scene that highlights my hero, Rafe St. Sebastian’s, playful and sexy sides. He owes my heroine, Chelsea Wayne, an apology, and sheezus, does he deliver…
Can you resist a man who knows how to apologize properly? Chelsea can’t!
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He knelt and draped her legs over his shoulders.
“W-what are you doing?”
He held back a laugh and bestowed a kiss high on the inside of one thigh. “Apologizing.” So saying, he opened the nightstand drawer and took out a tube of Tradewinds’ Tropical Passion Edible Massage Gel.
She propped herself up on her elbows. “We charge sixty dollars for that stuff.”
“You can’t put a price on forgiveness.” He kissed the other thigh.
“I forgive you.”
“I’m afraid I can’t accept words.” He lubed his fingers. “Now, tell me where it hurts. Here? Or here?” He drew a leisurely figure eight, around and around, until her head dropped back.
“That feels like heaven. I definitely forgive you.”
“I need to know your forgiveness runs deep. I need to hear it ringing in my ears. I need to taste it.”
“Oh, God…”
His first long, slow, apology had her grabbing fistfuls of his hair. The second loosened her tongue. “I forgive you. Completely. I swear.”
He kept the apologies coming, slow and steady, until she planted her feet on his shoulders and lifted her hips. Signal received. He apologized faster, and faster still when her heels dug into his collarbones like stirrups. She practically levitated with forgiveness.
Seconds later she stiffened, threw her head back, and granted him something that sounded like complete and total absolution.
Hope the teaser brought a smile—and maybe a little blush—to your face!
Happy reading, lovelies.
xoxo,
Samanthe
From Compromising Her Position by Samanthe Beck:
“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.
One…
“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.
*ARC provided by the Publisher in exchange for a fair and honest review*
I really liked Compromising Her Position. I think it was fun, sexy, well-written read, and the two lead characters, Chelsea and Rafe, were both entertaining and compelling story people. The opening scene of mistaken identity pulled me right into the story, but it was the following sense of forbidden love and the challenge of a man unused to chasing after a woman having to chase after this one that truly caught my attention and fully cemented me into the story.
I adore Samanthe Beck’s books. She’s a talented author and terrific storyteller and I always know when I pick up one of her books, I’m going to enjoy it. Some more than others, yes, but every book I’ve read I’ve enjoyed and Compromising Her Position is one I enjoyed a lot.
The story is exactly what the book’s summary tells you it is. Chelsea Wayne mistakes a Santa-suited Rafe St Sebastian for her semi-boyfriend and seduces him in a supply closet, only to learn afterward she he isn’t who she thought he was at all. This sets up the story to follow perfectly and being a long-time romance reader of books with this particular trope, it was exactly what I expected it to be and more. The characters of Chelsea and Rafe made this a really fun and entertaining read for me. I loved the chase between the characters, the push-pull sexual tension, and the wicked-hot love scenes.
Final Thoughts: Compromising Her Position is great romance story. I recommend it to all lovers of the mistaken identity and forbidden love romance tropes because it’s a well-done book with two smart and equally charming characters who make it a fun and memorable read.
–Deanna, Owner and Lead Reviewer at Okie Dreams Book Reviews
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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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