Sunday, March 29, 2015

*Personal Fouls by Davee Jones

Personal Fouls Blog Tour
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Title: Personal Fouls

Author: Davee Jones

Genre: Adult Contemporary Romance

Release Day: 3/08/15

Blog Tour: March 29th-April 4th

Synopsis
From the first time Marty and Lola meet, make love, and find their relationship destroyed by secrets of her past, you will know where he stands. How will Marty get over losing the love of his life, knowing he will see her until he dies? Was helping Sharlyn live the decision putting him over the edge? Eugene portrays the image of uncaring, social misfit detached from the frivolous antics of society. What no one knows is how deep the longing of human companionship dwells within his soul. When Prisha is ripped from his life, without explanation or good-bye, he fails to recover from her deep brown eyes and irresistible challenge. Will he ever find the courage to connect again? Rudy fell from football superstar to forgotten paraplegic. Mourning the loss of his career is secondary to losing the ability to make love, father children, or play in the LockHim Room. Wanting his personal life back so badly, he’s willing to explore options putting him back in love’s game. But, is Lola the one he really wants? How will he know the difference between love and lust?

Excerpts/Teasers


Excerpt
“You’re the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my life. When I see you, I live in the moment. I don’t care about the future, what could or couldn’t happen. I’m more present with you, more engaged, than I’ve ever been before. I couldn’t control my body if I wanted to. Like some dark corridor, I want to know where you lead.” I rushed her, wrapping one arm around her waist and the other gently gripping her neck. I tilted her head, positioning just where I wanted to kiss first. “I want the full Lola experience.”
“You’ll be sorry you want me so badly. You’ll hate me in the end.” Her chest heaved, her breath came in deep bursts. Lola’s neck and chest flushed with red splotches.
I had to take her, bite her neck like the hungry man I was. “Give me the chance to make up my own damn mind.” I leaned down, nibbling her collar bone.
Lola moaned, I didn’t give a fuck what her mouth said, her body told the truth. “Marty…holy shit.” She grabbed my belt loops, crushing me into her hips.
Game fucking on.
Putting off the important first kiss, I wanted the peak of our energy one hundred percent, the moment our lips touched had to be perfect. I dragged the tip of my tongue, following the carotid artery up her neck. The arched vein pulsed, engorged, just like my cock. The oxygen rushed to our brains, fully awakening our deepest desires. The runner’s high wrapped around us both, shooting us into the most exciting atmosphere I’d ever known. “You’re amazing, the most delectable thing I’ve ever touched with my tongue.”
“What the fuck have you done to me?” Lola almost cried, her eyes glazed with unfallen tears.
“Nothing you didn’t want.” I spent no time coddling her, she wanted a man taking charge. “I know you, all about you.” I picked her up by her ass, pushing her into the wall behind us. I ground my erection into the seam of her jeans. “My dick is just the beginning, every inch of my body is hard, and it’s all for you.”
“What’s gotten into you, my meek man friend?”
“I’m insane, reached the breaking point, I’m sick with you, fever and all.”
“Aren’t you a little cheesy?” Lola gripped the hair on both sides of my head. “Fever, really?”
I grabbed her hands, pressing them into the wall behind her. “Fuck cheesy, I’m gonna show you just how much of a cave man I can be.”
I leaned in slowly, licking her from the outside corner of her luscious lips all the way to her ear lobe. “I’m gonna take what I want.” I sucked her ear lobe into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the soft skin.
“God, now, I’m hot…you’re making me sick too.” Just in time, beads of sweat formed in her well-defined cleavage, proving her words.
I leaned down, grazing my lips down her chest, barely breathing, puffing ever so slightly against her heated skin. I took the top button between my teeth, biting until it loosened. I spit it across the floor. “Hope this isn’t your favorite shirt.”
“Would you give a damn?”
“Hell no.” I bit each button free, exposing her beautiful belly. I kissed, sucking my way down to her belly button. Releasing her arms, I absorbed the view of Lola in her bra and faded blue jeans. She looked better than any model I’d ever seen, more naturally beautiful. She needed to be mine. “Incredible…I imagined you so many times, just like this.”
Lola moved to free the clasp of her bra. “That’s my job.” I grabbed her wrists again. “Turn around.” I spun Lola, her nose almost pressed into wall. “You’re against the wall, just like a bad girl should be.”
“Am I bad, Marty? How bad have I been?”
I smacked her full ass with the full force of my open palm. “Reprehensible, you’ve crossed so many lines.”
She pushed her ass back, leaning into the wall, both her hands flush with the wood. “Punish me, Marty. Make me a good girl again.”
How long would I hold out before I shot my orgasm into my jeans? My desire was out of control, I’d never been this far. Lola tested my limits in the most horrible kind of way. I reached around to the snap of her jeans. I worked it free, then brought the zipper down, my hands shaking from yearning. She made me wait so long. I pushed the jeans down, revealing soft pink panties perfectly resting on the cusp of her curves. “You’ll never be a good girl again, I’ll make sure of it.” I had to slap the bare skin of her erotic, welcoming ass, posed perfectly, and willing to accept my reprimand. Lola barely winced, moaning ever so slightly with each connection. Red as a rose, I stopped my assault on her derriere, ready for a taste of her womanhood. I kissed the soreness gently, lightly rubbing, diminishing the sting.
I wanted to kiss her now, after all these months of waiting, watching, wondering. A kiss told everything words could never say. Lola rekindled my particular prince that existed deep within every man. Oh the wonder of finding the one who could release the chivalry, I could be so fortunate. I turned her to face me again, standing delicately in her bra and panties, hot with longing, her heart beating rapidly. I claimed her lips with a hesitation, working from light vigorous kisses across the fullness of her mouth. My hands found strands of her hair, I held on for dear life, I couldn’t fall, although my knees weakened with bliss. I moved against her, pressing my mouth against Lola’s, ready for my tongue, seeking, devouring. I lost control, not knowing where my lips ended and hers began, not caring. I’d never known anything more delicious.
Scooping her up, I needed to feel her beneath me. Skin to skin, friction generated more heat, more connection. “You’re more amazing than I could have ever thought.”
“I wanted this too, for so long, never forget how much I wanted you.”
“Lola, baby, I’ll never forget, I’d never want to forget.” I worked the clasp free of her bra, her breasts firm, nipples so hard. I claimed one with my mouth, the other with nimble fingers, sliding. I licked my free fingers, rubbing her nipples with the moisture. She arched into my mouth, I found the sweet spot, and I kept going. I licked my fingers again, this time sliding down into those silky panties. I hesitated when I felt the tufts of her hair. “How am I doing so far?”
“It’s perfect, dear Lord, it’s so perfect. Just keep going!”
I wanted to tease her, chastise her for making me wait so long, I wanted her to beg me. “Keep going?”
“Yes, please, please, will you. I can’t wait much longer.”
I tipped her onto the bed, grabbing those panties, pulling them off. Lola lay there, arching, aching, with flushed skin and her eyes flashing with craving. “You will cum at least once before me.” I pressed her thighs apart, leaning into her heat. I touched the light patch of hair, hiding the prize beneath. Parting her feminine lips with my fingers, I saw the center of her need. The small spot guaranteed to shock her system into utter submission. I had her, right there, still amazed, I wondered again if this was a dream. I licked her tummy, kissing down to her core. I licked the swollen soft folds, drawing her hips further into my face. I licked one, licked twice, lapping upwards, soft and pliable, working her clit carefully.
“Now, now! Take me now!” Lola arched her hips so forcefully she popped my nose with her pelvis. A broken nose wouldn’t stop me from finishing.
Driven by my pain, longing, primal need, I freed my jeans and boxers only to my knees. Lola drew her knees apart, shoved a pillow under her hips, giving me the perfect angle. I couldn’t be slow anymore, I needed to move rapidly, drive into her hot, wet, center. Going in was like warm, moist velvet against my cock. Home never felt so good. I connected completely into Lola, felt every stroke, felt her flex those hidden muscles against my erection. Every squeeze shooting pure bolts of pleasure from my tip of my cock to my toes. My toes pressed against the footboard, gaining more leverage to get deeper. Slow down, slow down, you’re gonna cum too fast.  I slowed momentarily, Lola licked her lips and sent me over the edge. She wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me further into her. I stroked several more times, feeling the edge come closer and closer, like heading over a thundering waterfall. A roaring entered my ears and all I heard was my body bumping against her. Lola’s cries of passion spurred me on, encouraging me to the finish. I lost all track of space and time, I was in her clock, the second hand spinning rapidly. Sweat poured off my chest sliding into our union. I couldn’t last anymore. “Oh my, oh my sweet Lola, I’m fucking you, I can’t stop!” I came in several bursts of mind-blowing booms, knocking me out of reality.
I’d never connected with anyone so completely, felt so in awe of a coupling. She scared the shit out of me, I knew I’d never be the same after that day. How could I possibly? Lola claimed every ounce of my body’s devotion, unleashing the part of me I would never contain again.
Teaser 
·         Short of silently counting every hair on her head, I continued to stare in awe we’d finally had our moment. I didn’t understand why such splendor would be relegated to a solitary moment of ardent weakness.
·         “Absolutely, without a shadow of doubt. I don’t need the pain, I keep wondering how I ass raped the universe bad enough to get this as a punishment.” I know my words were cruel, I didn’t know how else to make her leave my room, make her leave my life. I loved her so much I hated her, or maybe I hated her so much I loved her. It didn’t fucking matter.
·         I wept, remembering the citrus scent of her hair against my cheek. I sobbed for the woman who pretended she needed me to check her oil. I cried for the times we played marathon Yahtzee, eating leftover turkey sandwiches after Thanksgiving. I moaned for the woman who brought me Nyquil at bedtime when I couldn’t sleep- when I declared I wasn’t sick- she knew better.  I bawled like a baby when I recalled her naked skin spooned against me as the rain fell against the roof, or the wind howled against the windows, or the stars twinkled silently up above. Lola was never a fair weather friend to me, she was my best friend, my lover, the one I’d hoped to spend forever with.  
·         The germs on human skin unnerve me. Rarely does the unexplained occur rationally with me. I don’t always get the punch line, I’m horribly literal, I see no point in flowers at a funeral, and I don’t feel magic from the simple touch of someone’s hands. Even so, I definitely felt a spark from hers. 

Books from the Series
Split the Uprights (Book One)
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A Game of Inches (Book Two)
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Meet Davee
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The Fantasy Leagues will return in late June 2015, in time for baseball, hot dogs, Adelaide's apple pie, and all your favorite characters. Will Finn and Danika take the next step? Will Eugene and Lesley ever have a real date? Will Rudy return to the LockHim Room? Will Sharlyn thrive? Will Lola find true love? Will Marty move on? Will the authorities ever find Martin's ultimate victims? Will Laverne ever get all those puzzles finished?
So many questions, so many more answers. Until then, what would you hope to see?
I love new fans! finlessbook@gmail.com
Big hugs and lots of scores!
- Davee

Other Titles by Davee

Finless
On Ellicott Street
The Skin Stalker
Lovedust and Trailblazers
Ruby’s First Dance
Eve’s First Noel
Sexy Bea Spelling

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Davee Jones –What is the first book that you published? My first book published was, ironically, not the first book I wrote. On Ellicott Street – a feisty, loving, cougar romance novella- holds the honor of being my first published book. Finless, released second, was the result of years of blood, sweat, and tears. It’s a dark dance balancing between love, desire, and anger. I have 11 total releases so far between my adult moniker and my YA moniker, Allee Mae.My ideal reader allows me to take them to the edge of sanity, push limits, and support a sometimes simple protagonist just trying to get by in life. I have the same type characters in my explicit writing as well as my sweet or YA books-they just don’t use the “F” word or engage in overt sexuality. It doesn’t always take erotic descriptors of body parts/functions to get a point across. But, I will bring out the sexy when a mature story requires it. (wink) I have adult content available as: Davee Jones began a career in the counseling field with her M.Ed. She then diversified and began work for the federal government. Author Bio: For my sweet side as Allee Mae- with my 13 y/o daughter, we combine to create fictional worlds with something for everyone. Whether exploring urban legends, the eerie paranormal, first loves, sweet romance, scary dreams, we take you away from the everyday. Sweet Cravings Allee Mae alleemaeauthor@aol.com @alleemaeauthor 


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