THE ESCORT
Shamed Series #3
Laura Marie Altom
Releasing August 11th, 2015
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Well this was one great book. I love the way the story flowed
and was so engaging that I could not put it down I started just
before bed and did not stop reading till I finished it.
Unfortunately for me that was 8am the next morning. Carol is
in love with Liam and Nathan with Ella, but Liam and Ella just
got married and they are both happy and sad for their loved
ones. And in this moment of weakness the fall into bed (well
a table) to comfort each other. Even though it was to be one
time they can not stop thinking of one another. But Nathan
feels Carol is out of his league and man when he gets in
trouble it is epic. And Nathan has a problem his pride and
that he thinks he has to so it all himself. If he dose not wake
up and see accepting help dose not make you weak, He may
truly loose the one thing he needs the most. I loved this story.
I hope you enjoy this book as much as I did. If you do like this
book, please consider leaving a review. The Authors really
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and was so engaging that I could not put it down I started just
before bed and did not stop reading till I finished it.
Unfortunately for me that was 8am the next morning. Carol is
in love with Liam and Nathan with Ella, but Liam and Ella just
got married and they are both happy and sad for their loved
ones. And in this moment of weakness the fall into bed (well
a table) to comfort each other. Even though it was to be one
time they can not stop thinking of one another. But Nathan
feels Carol is out of his league and man when he gets in
trouble it is epic. And Nathan has a problem his pride and
that he thinks he has to so it all himself. If he dose not wake
up and see accepting help dose not make you weak, He may
truly loose the one thing he needs the most. I loved this story.
I hope you enjoy this book as much as I did. If you do like this
book, please consider leaving a review. The Authors really
like it when you do, they value your opinions too.
In Laura Marie Altom’s scorching new Shamed novel,
perfect for fans of J. Kenner and Tracy Wolff, a broken
heart pushes a rugged loner to the breaking point—until
a not-so-innocent affair changes everything.
When the woman he loves marries billionaire Liam Stone,
Nathan Black swears off dating and playing by the rules. He’s
also tired of being broke. His new gig as a male escort isn’t
exactly legal, but the cash will help him build a solid future.
Then there’s Carol Moore, Liam’s personal assistant. She
and Nathan always seem to get paired up at Stone family
functions—and always seem to end up in bed together. She’s
definitely intriguing. But how could a good girl like Carol settle
down with a screw-up like Nathan?
After Carol’s dreamy boss gets hitched, crushing any chance
After Carol’s dreamy boss gets hitched, crushing any chance
of them getting back together, she finds herself hooking up
with the bride’s best friend. Nathan is hot, adventurous, and
just a little bit dangerous. But when one of their sexy games
goes too far, Carol discovers how out of control Nathan’s life
really is. And before long Carol is forced to choose between
her safe old life and the bad boy who makes her feel like the
woman she’s meant to be.
GoodReads:
Control
(Shamed, #1)
GoodReads:
Possess
(Shamed, #2)
GoodReads:
The
Escort (Shamed, #3)
“I,
Ella, take you, Liam, to be my lawfully wedded husband . . .”
If
I heard one more word of the happy couple’s vows, I’d fucking hurl.
I
stood on the fringe of their big event with my hands shoved
in the pockets of
the khakis I’d picked up at Goodwill. Why
wouldn’t I want to look my best for
the love of my life getting
hitched to a billionaire who’s actually perfect for
her, and can
give her the kind of life of which I’ve never even dreamed?
Everything
about the beachfront nuptials was perfection.
Gently
lapping surf—check.
Violet-streaked
sunset kissing the ocean—check.
Pillar
candles lining the aisle and practically an entire
freaking orchestra playing
powdery-soft Vivaldi—check,
check. Toss in thousands of white orchids and
roses,
wandering flamingos, a champagne fountain, a tent with
tables heaped
with food and a vodka-ice-luge carved into an
enormous E & L, and the scene
was straight out of a circus
freak show of flashy wealth. Only the thing about
Liam was
that I truly believed not a bit of this was for show, or to prove
he’d
win a wedding-of-the-century dick-measuring contest,
but because he loves Ella
so much that in ways, he’d
reverted to a little kid, eager to prove his love by
buying her
every single toy on her Christmas list—only it was July, and
knowing
Ella, the only thing she’d ever really wanted Santa to
bring was love.
In
Liam, I knew she’d found that and more, and the fact was
killing me.
Seating
for the hundred or so guests was an assortment of
gold-toned sofas, love seats
and chairs that had no business
being on a beach, but somehow seemed as perfect
as the
rest of everything Carol—Liam’s longtime assistant—and a
pricey wedding
planner had thrown together.
I
saw her now—Carol—standing on the opposite side of the
aisle from me.
Her
pale blue eyes shone with unshed tears. The
barely-there breeze stole strands
from her elegant blond
updo, streaming them like golden seaweed across her
mouth, but she stood stone-still, as though if she froze,
maybe time would,
too, and this wedding wouldn’t happen.
She
used to have a thing for Liam the way I did for Ella.
Judging
by her solemn expression, the way her full lips
turned slightly down at the
corners, I guessed she pretty
much felt the same as I did—that this whole event
sucked balls.
The
happy couple now delivered personally written, wholly
heartfelt vows. Joy. I
loved Ella. I should be thrilled for her, so
why did I find myself gravitating
toward Carol, then asking,
“Want to get out of here?”
For
the longest time she remained motionless—a
pale-skinned goddess whose
gold-satin gown reflected the
sun’s last gasp.
“Carol?”
The music swelled as if cued by Ella’s happy tears.
How had Liam done it? Built
riches so vast as to have his
own wedding soundtrack?
Carol
finally looked at me. Her pain contradicted her beauty.
Silent tears fell,
polluting her cheeks with wavy black
mascara trails. “Fuck me.”
“No
kidding, right? I’m happy for them, but for us, this whole
thing seriously
blows.”
“Agreed—but
I mean it, Nathan. Fuck me.
Pound me so hard
I forget tonight ever happened.”
“Wait,
what?”
Gaze narrowed, I cocked my head. She didn’t
flinch. “Oh shit, you’re serious.”
She
grabbed my hand, then dragged me down the shore,
away from the wedding and
toward the deserted house. After pressing the call button for the glass-fronted
elevator that had been built into the Big Sur cliff, she shoved me against the
nearest rock wall, slashing her lips across mine for a kiss far
more brutal
than erotic.
But
then I got into it, the whole anti-wedding, pissed-off spirit
of the thing, and
I returned her ugly kiss with bold strokes of
my tongue. My dick roared, and I
cupped my hand to her ass,
tugging her against me. She was taller than Ella—a
good
five-foot-eleven with heels—and satisfactorily ground against
my
six-foot-two frame.
The
elevator signaled its arrival with a discreet ding.
The
doors opened and we plunged this shit show inside.
Now,
I took the lead, banging her against the car’s mirrored
rear wall. I gave her
neck a rough nuzzle before pounding the
up button, then helping myself to the
deep vee of her gown.
She wore no bra and when I grazed her nipple, it hardened
beneath my palm.
I
dragged my lips up her throat and along the tender
underside of her chin.
She
groaned, grabbing for my fly, but the car lurched to a stop.
When
the doors swished open, we tumbled out onto the
hardwood floor of what
typically was a combo movie/game
room temporarily being used for wedding gift
storage.
An
ornate pool table with a red-felt top had been piled high
with wrapped gifts.
I
released Carol long enough to shove them aside. A few
plummeted to the floor.
Judging by the muted jingle of broken glass or clanging metal, they didn’t fare
well. Fucking oops.
Right
now, all that mattered was blocking pain with pleasure.
I
barely even knew this woman, but for my purposes, she’d
more than do. By way of
returning her favor, I’d give her
a fuck she wouldn’t soon forget.
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~*~*~ Laura Marie Altom ~*~*~
Laura Marie Altom is the author of more than forty books in
three different genres. Now that her kids are in college, Altom
spends her days writing and chasing after a menagerie of
pets: a mini long-haired dachshund named Cocoa, a Yorkie
named Daisy, a mutt named Sweet Pea, and Domino—a
black-and-white stealth cat she rarely sees. She’s happily
married to her college sweetheart (go Hogs!), and when night
falls, she steals a few romantic moments for herself with her
own hunky cover stud.
three different genres. Now that her kids are in college, Altom
spends her days writing and chasing after a menagerie of
pets: a mini long-haired dachshund named Cocoa, a Yorkie
named Daisy, a mutt named Sweet Pea, and Domino—a
black-and-white stealth cat she rarely sees. She’s happily
married to her college sweetheart (go Hogs!), and when night
falls, she steals a few romantic moments for herself with her
own hunky cover stud.
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