Wednesday, April 9, 2014

Two For One by Ann B Harrison - Guest post & Review

Two for One
The Club Series
Book One
Ann B Harrison


Genre: Erotic/contemporary
Number of pages: 123
Word Count: 35,914
Cover Artist: Valerie Tibbs
Available at Amazon  



Book Description:
Nothing is going Lizzie’s way. Her sex life is unsatisfying, her job sucks and she has more debt than she needs thanks to her loser brother. Against her better judgment, she lets her best friend sign her up to be auctioned off at a high-rolling venue called the Club. Agreeing to a weekend of adventurous sex with a stranger is one thing, but being bought by the brothers who own the Club means Lizzie is up for a weekend beyond her wildest fantasies.

Ryan and Lizzie hit it off, in bed and out, but it’s his quiet brother, Trace, that has her heart pounding and her panties in a twist.

 But is Lizzie what Trace needs? Having been burned before, will he take a chance on what his heart is telling him or trust his instincts and send her home after their weekend is over?

This book was hot! I mean what girl wouldn't want 2 guys (and brothers at that) for a weekend of no-holds barred rolling in the sheets?

Lizzie is so overwhelmed with a bad job, a boyfriend who doesn't care if she is satisfied, a crappy wardrobe, and really low self-esteem. But her best friend comes to the rescue-maybe??!! Lizze is set up with a complete head to toe makeover and put up for auction-yup auction! The bidding war is crazy, and she ends up going home for the weekend with brothers, Ryan & Trace, and what a weekend they have!

Two for One is so hot that its a "you're gonna need extra batteries" type of book!

A Huge Thank you to Ann B Harrison for stopping by today!!!!!
What motivated me to be a writer you might ask?
Firstly I have to point out that I was never going to be a writer - I was more than happy reading like the book nerd I am without adding to my workload. My plan worked well for many years until that morning when I woke up with a sentence rolling around and around in my head.
Gah! I thought I was losing my mind. It wouldn't go away and it seemed to grow with a life of its own. Soon I was researching and locking myself in the spare room with orders of 'do not interrupt me,' unless the house is burning down.
It was an interesting year when not one, but three books in a series were given life. Sadly I had a lot to learn as a writer and no, the big publishers didn't want to pay me mega bucks for the story. Was I surprised! They loved my voice, they loved the plot but, it wasn't for them.
Dejected I decided young adult might not be my thing and gave romance a shot. Yes, that was more in my line. I might have been a little bit slow on the uptake but I found my niche. My first rural romance was contracted within twenty four hours of being submitted to a publisher. Now I have nine books published and there is no stopping the stories rolling around in my brain.
I recall telling a fellow writer, once the first book is underway, it's as though someone turns on a tap. The stories keep coming to me, sometimes faster than I can write them down. I spend my days attached to my laptop trying my best to keep up with the voices in my head.
Oh, and those young adult books, they found a home. Now I spend my time writing rural and erotic contemporary.
My latest release, Two for One here


A wave of panic hit her in the chest. Before she could reach out to Bel, her girlfriend leaned down and whispered into her ear.

“Here he comes. Play nice, and remember you are a sexy bitch.” Bel stood up and ran her hands down the short black dress she was wearing. “Trace, hi again. Lizzie, meet Trace. I don’t think she was really with us before.”

Lizzie looked up into his eyes and was relieved to see he now had a bit of warmth in their depths. He nodded his head and smiled. Her stomach clenched and her nipples hardened again painfully against the lace of her bra. She swallowed and bit the inside of her cheek to stop the groan rising in her throat. He was gorgeous with a hint of danger in his eyes.

“Lizzie.” He took her hand, his gaze intent on her face. The pressure from his thumb made it all the way from the palm of her hand to her clit and she tied to push down the heat rising in her. This is why she was here, to have sex with someone as intense and as sexy as the man standing in front of her. Sadly, he was the owner and no doubt out of the game. Such a shame really, considering he had her quivering with barely a look.

“H-hi.” She licked her dry lips and noticed the way his nostrils flared.

He reached up, took her other hand and ran his thumb over that palm too, sending hot currents of electricity through her body.

Lizzie tried to concentrate on the room around her, blocking her nerves away so she didn’t make a fool of herself. She wasn’t here for him, she was here for them. The guys milling around out in front of the stage. The guys with the money that was going to get her out of the shit and give her something to put away for a rainy day.

“Ready?” He dropped one of her hands and lifted her chin with his index finger, dipping his head to reach her eye level.

“Yes.” She blinked, letting the spicy smell of his cologne fill her nostrils before standing. Bel held her hand out and smoothed down the dress, making sure everything was perfect once again before Trace led her out onto the stage.

I am a sexy bitch. I am a sexy bitch.

Trace held her hand tightly as they walked out in front of the crowd. When they were standing in the middle of the raised platform, he nodded his head to someone in the shadows and soft music started to play. He turned toward her. “Dance with me, Lizzie.”

She looked up at him, swallowing hard. He wanted to dance with her? This wasn’t part of the plan. Glancing over at the sideline, she spied Bel. Her friend was giving her the thumbs-up sign, a huge grin on her face.

Trace linked his fingers with hers and put his other arm around her waist, letting it rest casually just over her butt cheek. Lizzie glanced up at him as Michael Buble’s voice crooned, filling the now-quiet club.

She concentrated on the man holding her, pushing the crowd watching to the back of her mind. Trace’s chin was at her eye level and she almost reached out and licked her tongue over his chin and the lower part of his cheeks. A small wash of faded freckles covered the bridge of his nose, giving him a casual little-boy look at odds with the perfectly groomed and hard businessman he portrayed.

As they circled the stage, he slid his hand lower, cupping her butt and maneuvering her closer to his own hips. When she felt the length of him against her stomach, she looked up at him, surprised.


About the Author:
Ann swears she was born with a book in her hands and has never put it down. A lifelong love of reader has finally culminated in achieving her dream of writing...and publication

She lives in the beautiful Hunter Valley with her own handsome hero of many years. Ann has always loved the ups and downs of life in small communities and she shares this with readers in her rural romances.

Strong sexy heroines with a good dash of sass thrown in feature in her stories. Of course these women need an equally strong hero. Bring on the outback hero and watch the passion ignite.

When not writing Ann enjoys reading, gardening, walking her very large dog Hugo and fighting with her computer.


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