By: Candy Sloane
Releasing March
14, 2016
Entangled Brazen
Entangled Brazen
Blurb: Valerie
Barkin and Alec Rogers survived bullies, awful parents, and seriously shitty
social standing the only way best friends can—together. But with the unexpected
sexual tension suddenly flaring between them, surviving their ten-year high
school reunion might be a different story…
Val hasn’t
changed. She still feels like the stringy-haired band geek the popular kids
teased, but Alec has definitely changed. He’s now the front man for the
Grammy-winning rock band Chronic Disharmony, with the sexual reputation to
match. And he’s more than willing to help Val rock the reunion.
And then
it happens—a drunken game of Seven Minutes in Heaven—and their
fourteen-years-long foreplay comes crashing to the forefront…changing
everything.
Seven
minutes turns into a weekend of mind-blowing, no-strings-attached sex. But
these best friends won't be able to leave their hearts out of it forever, not
when the most meaningful benefit could change their relationship for good....
Review: Wow. Candy Sloane's new novel Best Friends With Benefits is HOT. Perhaps I'm a little biased (being a band geek myself), but I loved that Val and Al were musicians in high school. This story started off with a bang and ended just as good. Sloane does an amazing job creating a very believable friendship that is bursting at the seams with passion and LOTS of chemistry. It doesn't take the reader a long time to see why Valerie and Alec should be together. These two characters are perfectly matched from the beginning.
I highly recommend picking up this new story by Ms. Sloane. If you're looking for a friends to loves story or a forbidden romance, this story will definitely quench your thirst!
Review: Wow. Candy Sloane's new novel Best Friends With Benefits is HOT. Perhaps I'm a little biased (being a band geek myself), but I loved that Val and Al were musicians in high school. This story started off with a bang and ended just as good. Sloane does an amazing job creating a very believable friendship that is bursting at the seams with passion and LOTS of chemistry. It doesn't take the reader a long time to see why Valerie and Alec should be together. These two characters are perfectly matched from the beginning.
I highly recommend picking up this new story by Ms. Sloane. If you're looking for a friends to loves story or a forbidden romance, this story will definitely quench your thirst!
Goodreads Link: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/29058953-best-friends-with-benefits
Goodreads Series Link: https://www.goodreads.com/series/173719-most-likely-to
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Author Info
Candy Sloane is a pseudonym
for a Young Adult & New Adult author who needed to write some naughty books
her mother couldn’t read. She lives in Portland, OR and loves Lifetime movies.
She would tell you more, but this persona is a secret.
Twitter: https://twitter.com/candysloane
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Teaser
#1
“I can teach you my
ways.” He lifted his brows up and down comically. “The best way to get over a
breakup is to fuck someone new.”
“Thanks, Confucius.”
“That’s Cock-fucius,” he tossed back with a wicked grin.
She shook her head. “I can only imagine what your fortune
cookies might say.”
He opened his mouth to reply, and she pressed a hand over
it.
“If you say it’s fortune nookie you
get a punch to your namesake.”
Man up, Alec. Best friend or not, she is telling you to
fuck her.
No more talking, no more thinking. He’d fuck her so hard
she’d shriek the answer he’d waited for like it was the only word she knew.
She’d forever equate the affirmative with the plunge of his cock. He reached
for her. His fingers were inches away from those teasing nipples when she
pulled back.
“I have rules.”
“What?” His voice was filled with shocked laughter. He
pressed his outstretched hands against the bed. He should have known it
wouldn’t be so easy.
“If we’re going to do this,” she said, her face so serious
he thought it might crack, “there are things we need—”
“I have rules, too,” he interrupted. He didn’t at the
moment, but Val’s maturity always did that to him. It was something he admired
and tried, though usually failed, to copy.
“Mine first.” She focused her eyes on the mirror across
the room and away from him. “I want an orgasm.”
Teaser
#2
“Ice and vending?” he asked, indicating the sign on the
wall.
“Are you serious?”
He pressed his lips to her ear. “I know you’ve been
fantasizing about me fucking you since last night. Do you really want to wait
any longer?”
It came out bolder than he’d intended. Maybe he’d gone too
far.
“I can’t wait any longer,” she admitted, her eyes
sheepish.
Had he ever heard sweeter words? He dragged her down the
hall in the direction of the arrow on the vending sign, anticipation making him
lightheaded.
They arrived at a fluorescent-lighted alcove. An ice
machine and a Coke machine stood rumbling on either side of them.
It wasn’t ideal. But there was a door they could close.
They had enough room if they stood. “What do you think?”
She considered their surroundings. He should have just
slammed the door and started up with her again. He was trying to be polite, and
his question was going to make her
bail.
“I’m more of a Pepsi girl”—she smiled slyly—“but what the
hell?”
Full Excerpts
Excerpt #1
He shouldn’t want this. She was his best friend. But he
couldn’t stop.
Even in the dark, he could sense her curves. Ample breasts
just begging for a skimpy tank top, her ass plump in that tight little skirt
and insistent for a strong squeeze, or a smack if she was being naughty.
The way her gaze locked and her breath met the speed of
his own as he erased the last bit of space between them, he was sure she was
naughty. Very naughty. That she would welcome the palm of his hand.
And just like that, his best friend had made him hard.
“I don’t hear anything in there,” Randy Tines yelled from
outside the door.
“I think we’re supposed to be kissing,” Alec said, his
cock so rigid he thought she could feel it through his pants.
“You mean each other?”
“We could just make kissing noises,” he suggested,
thinking of his lips teasing along the inside of her collar, biting off button
after button of her shirt and spitting them out like watermelon seeds.
Hell yeah, he wanted to kiss her, her lips and
her neck and the little spot behind her knee that she had been kneading as they
drove here. He knew it was crazy, he knew it was wrong, but he wanted to be the
guy to fuck Mr. Peanut out of her.
“Like this?” She pressed her hand to her lips and
pretended to make out with it, her eyes on him as her tongue slicked over her
skin.
His stomach rumbled in pure sexual hunger. One thing was
for sure—all that flute practice had been good for a lot more than music.
“That sounds completely fake,” he scoffed. Though
considering the way his cock fought against the fabric of his pants, that was
not entirely true.
Her bottom lip lay open against the inside of her palm.
“You think you could do better?”
He yanked her hand to his lips before she could protest,
before he could consider. He kissed it lightly at first, soft and drugging,
slid the tip of his tongue up to her wrist, until he hit the buttoned cuff.
“Maybe it should be me.” The words spilled out against the soft-as-sin fabric.
“What?”
“Maybe I should be the one to fuck you like you deserve.”
Val didn’t reply, just breathed out more peppermint, hot
peppermint against the skin of his face. Her eyes smoldered with want. It was
clear she felt it, too, the heat between them, the confusing, beautiful,
delicious heat.
He grabbed her forearm and drew her closer, slanting in to
her chest. The shock of their bodies against each other caused them both to
freeze. Not even a breath passed between them, but he knew exactly what he
needed to do.
He clenched the back of her head, and his lips dipped to
her neck, dripping down her skin like melting ice. Fuck, he had to taste her.
He opened his mouth, and his tongue lapped at her tender skin.
“Alec,” she breathed.
“Follow my lead.” He couldn’t stop, though she certainly
didn’t seem like she was asking him to. If anything, she was yielding to him.
He trailed a finger down the center of her neck, playing with the top button of
her shirt, pausing so he could think. Ten years. He could have gone to see her
so many times. He hadn’t at first because of how they’d left things after
graduation, and then because their careers got in the way and they had both
gotten into the routine of being like pen pals, but maybe he had really been
avoiding their attraction.
There was no avoiding it now. There was no thinking.
She needed this, and he was going to give it to her.
Excerpt #2
He looked from his denied hand to her face. He’d played
her game long enough. It was time to take control. He grabbed her wrist,
demanding her attention. “Speaking to you like a woman I’m fucking,” he said,
straddling her at the waist so she was pinned against the bed. “There is no
fucking way you are getting in that shower yet.”
She didn’t protest, didn’t do anything but emit a
delicious sigh as his cock pressed into her leg.
“We didn’t go over my rules.” He ground his hips against
hers, sheets that smelled of them the only barrier. “And the most important one
is that I get to figure out what you like first.” He punctuated each word with
a pound of his hard cock against the soft inside of her thigh. “So I can be
sure the orgasm you’re demanding is definite when I do finally fuck you.”
Her eyes blazed below him. She swallowed, her lips parted.
He continued to grind, and the room spun. He lifted up just enough to pull away
the sheets and straddled her again, the hot skin of her upper thighs singeing
his own. He ran his hands over her tits, the pearls of her nipples, slowly, his
fingertips sliding like oil.
“Agree?” he asked.
“Agree,” she whispered.
“How’s this?” He indicated the slow trickle of his fingers
over her nipples.
“Not bad.”
“Truthful,” he admitted. “You might not be able to answer
the next time I ask you.” He touched his mouth to them. His hands pressed into
the bed as his lips traced the arch of her tits, feather-soft above the fabric
of her tank top.
He breathed hot desire onto her nipples, and they
responded, seemed to reach for his hidden tongue. His gut exploded with need.
But he didn’t rip her shirt off and suck at her like he was desperate to—he
teased. Showing her what she had really gotten herself into.
This was not going to be a wham
bam thank you sir. Oh no, she was going to have to deal with wanting him so
badly she forgot her name.
“Take your shirt off,” he instructed.
She stared at him defiantly.
“Take your fucking shirt off and show me what I signed on
for.”
She didn’t flinch. “But I’m not wearing a bra.”
“Why do you think I want it off?” he replied, his tongue
grazing her ear.
She didn’t lose his gaze as she removed it, though she was
doing her best to keep her shivers in check as he inspected her.
“Those are some great fucking tits,” he said. “I can’t
wait until they’re putty in my hands while you ride my cock.”
Her eyes widened.
It was what he would have said to a woman he was fucking,
but the minute he saw her full B’s, creamy as vanilla ice cream, with perky
little nipples like cherries on top, taut and tight and waiting for him, he
couldn’t help picturing just that. Valerie on top of him on this bed, taking
him deep, her hands clutching the headboard as he slid inside her again and
again.
“Thanks, I grew them myself,” she joked.
He smiled, but not in amusement. “Just thought of another
rule. You need to treat me like a guy you’re just fucking. Would you say that
to a guy you’re just fucking?”
Her breath caught. “I’ve never just fucked anyone.”
He knew it was true, knew why this decision had been so
hard for both of them to come to, but he wasn’t about to get caught up in that,
now that he was so close.
“Tell me to suck on them.”
Her eyes were hooded.
“You want me to, right?” He pressed into her soft flesh,
and her head lolled back in a gasp. His heartbeat hammered in time with his
cock. Fuck, the way her body responded was sexy. It knew him as well as she
did—each breath, each whimper exactly what he needed to hear.
She nodded. Her tongue darted out to wet her lips.
“You wanted it last night, too, didn’t you? Wanted me to
take your nipple into my mouth, circle my tongue around it slowly, and squeeze
it between my lips. Give you a preview of what I’d do when I went to work on your
clit.”
Her mouth opened, but nothing came, no words, no breath.
Though he knew she was locked not in fear but desire.
Greedy lust shot into his cock. He had her. “That’s the
best part about just fucking someone. You can tell him exactly what you want. So
what do you want?”
“Valerie, do you want to play?”
Maybe he hadn’t meant his words as innuendo, but in that
moment, she couldn’t take them any other way.
She stepped closer to him. Her stomach was a whisper away,
her breasts a sigh away. So close. Surges of heat fired at her from his back.
He could probably hear her heart thrumming as she reached out her hand, her
finger paused a gasp away from his waist.
She inhaled and closed her eyes. They had done this
already. It was not difficult: trace your fingers along his shoulder,
murmur into his ear, spin him around, kneel down in
front of him, unbuckle his belt, and take him into your eager
mouth.
Easy.
Simple.
Her stomach was a seesaw winging up and down.
She needed to stop thinking. She needed to do. She’d spent
most of her life on pause. Except for her music, she never went after what she
wanted. She never demanded it.
That was changing this very minute.
She snaked her hand around his side, fingertips leading
the way. “Was that the only dream you had at fifteen?” She slid her hand onto
his rock-hard stomach. Crap, does he mine diamonds
in there?
He tensed, then relaxed as her fingers splayed along his
abdominal muscles. Her pinky grazed his belt buckle. It was ice cold from the
air conditioning.
“Definitely not.” His breath was a heavy moan when he
turned to face her. He slipped his hands around her waist and pulled her to him
in one quick motion, his eyes filled with hunger.
She inhaled sharply. She couldn’t ignore the shock wave
when his hardest parts banked up against her softest ones. But this was her
seduction, and while she wanted whatever he was about to offer her, she wanted
to give him what she’d planned all the more.
She stepped back and rolled her fingers down his chest,
the tips of them studying every rock, every crevasse. She breathed out and
gathered more courage. “Was one of them getting your dick sucked in an arcade?”
Those words would have usually stayed in her mind flipping
somersaults. She stopped breathing until Alec’s eyes went dark, and his
erection pulsed against her thigh.
“At fifteen my dreams didn’t go that far,” he admitted.
“This very minute, though…” He took a finger and slid it
along her lips. “It’s at the top of my list.”
She took his finger in her mouth, worked it in and out.
Her tongue slicked around it, giving him a preview of what
she was planning. She was woozy for what was under that belt buckle.
His breath caught. He dipped her chin back, forcing her to
let go, even as their heartbeats fought against the arcade’s sounds.
“Val.” His eyes darted like pinballs as they grazed over
her face. “What about your rules?”
Crap, maybe she couldn’t just do. Maybe all her thinking
and pausing earlier would make just doing impossible.
“Do you want me to stop?” She deposited her hand where it had
been, palm open, wrist tight against his waistband, her pinky sliding
underneath to hot skin.
“Fuck no,” he breathed. “You can feel how hard I am for
you. I just want to make sure this is okay.”
She moved slowly toward the door to close it, hoping to increase
his ache with each swing of her hips. “That’s how sure I am,” she said, more
seriously than she’d intended as she made her way back over to him, “but right
now I don’t need you to be a gentleman. I need you to pull my hair while
I take you into my mouth, and I need you to come at the
back of my throat.” Her heart was beating like the midnight cheep of a cuckoo
clock, but she kept her words steady. “Do you think you can do that?”
She’d never spoken to a man this way, and the words
excited her. Lust flowered in her abdomen and tumbled lower. Alec appraised her
again. Each sweep of his gaze garnered an additional heartbeat and an
additional thrum of need.
“Dirty Girl,” he finally said, straddling the legs of his
jeans wide, “none of that is going to be a problem.”
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