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Friday, April 15, 2016

99c Sale Blitz: The Bossman by Renee Rose

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by: Renee Rose
Bossman, #1
Publication Date: March 10, 2014
Genre: Adult, BDSM, Contemporary Romance, Mafia, Organized Crime

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The Don’s brother.

The girl who swore off all mafia ties.

Sophie steered clear of the mafia after her father’s involvement ended with his murder. Fifteen years later, Joey La Torre, the Don’s brother himself, shows up unannounced at her massage studio and wheedles his way into a date. She has no interest in aggressive, macho men like Joey, or so she tries to tell herself, but her body just doesn’t get the message. When Joey takes her in hand with a firm bare-bottomed spanking, she ought to be furious, instead, she’s aroused. As she explores her physical desires to be dominated, she tries to keep Joey at arm’s length emotionally.

Joey knows he wants Sophie for keeps from the moment he walks into her life. She is hot, classy and full of fire, even though submission turns her on. But his involvement in the mafia is a hard limit for her, bringing to conflict his own dedication to the Family, the code of silence and his relationship with his older brother. Can he reconcile his duty to the organization and his growing need for Sophie to remain in his life permanently?


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Joey La Torre, mafia big-wig and brother to the boss, lay face down on Sophie’s massage table, his powerful presence making it impossible to slow her heart rate. He’d shown up without an appointment, stepping into her tiny massage studio as if he owned the place while reminding her he’d been a friend of her father’s.
“Would you like to listen to music?” she asked, although it was hard to imagine him enjoying her meditative flute and chant fare.
“Yeah, sure. Whatever you usually do.” His voice reverberated around the small room, the rich tones over-filling it the same way his presence had been too large for her waiting room. She averted her eyes from the sight of his sculpted, naked torso, turning on the music and dispensing lavender-scented jojoba oil into her hands.
    He flinched when she touched his back, his muscles only growing more tense as she ran her thumbs up the taut ropes of his erector spinae. Getting him to relax might be an impossibility. He’d explained his physical therapist had recommended massage for the residual pain after a knee replacement. He didn’t like strangers touching him, he’d said, but his ma had remembered Artie Palazzo’s daughter was a “masseuse.”
“Massage therapist,” Sophie had corrected.
“Oh yeah? What’s the difference?”
“A masseuse isn’t licensed, and may be the type that offers happy endings...” she’d trailed off, wishing she hadn’t opened that door.
He’d chuckled, but fortunately refrained from making a lewd comment.
She could feel his tension now. She guessed he was the sort of man like her father, who never let his guard down. She leaned her weight into him, using her forearms and even elbows to stroke arcs over his musculature. Joey was all thoroughbred male--wide shoulders, well-defined muscles, olive skin. Though macho men normally turned her off, his physical and charismatic presence combined with the apprehension his unexpected appearance inspired made her panties dampen, even as she cursed his mother for sending him to her.
She’d followed her mother’s lead in putting distance between that side of the family and herself since her father’s death fifteen years ago. Still, you didn’t give offense to Joey La Torre by refusing him service. Besides, she needed the money--her car was on the verge of being repossessed.
She continued her work, surprised when he began to settle in, responding to her touch and softening. She moved to his lower half, tucking the sheet between his legs to expose one buttock and leg. As she began to rub his glutes, she noticed one of his hips was higher than the other. She moved her fingers to the side of his low back to investigate if the pulling came from the quadratus lumborum and then froze, realizing the cause of his distortion.
Joey had a hard-on.


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When hair stylist Lexi Tyler finds herself evicted from her apartment, her best friend sets her up with the mobster Bobby Manghini, knowing he likes to play sugar daddy. He offers her a luxury apartment overlooking the city and spending cash every time he sees her, but one thing is clear: he is the bossman.

Lexi soon discovers Bobby backs up his rules with firm, over the knee discipline, but he also takes responsibility for all her problems, giving her more support than she ever dreamed of having from a man

Mobster Bobby Manghini likes to be the man in control, particularly with women, which is why he prefers a mistress for sex, even though he’s no longer married. When he strikes a deal with Lexi to be at his beck and call, he finds in her the full package -- a hot, intelligent woman who is turned on by his dominance and willing to submit to his punishment. But when she finds out he doesn’t have a wife, she is hurt by the deception and severs all ties.

Can he prove to her their relationship meant more than a business arrangement? Or will he lose the one woman willing to give him everything he ever desired?

Publisher’s Note: This book contains spanking, anal sex and hot scenes that may keep you up late reading.

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“Who wields the paddle around here?” He asked, giving her bottom another slap.
“You do!”
“So if I say you’re eating breakfast in your birthday suit, what should you do?”
“Tell you to go to hell?” she giggled, unable to stop herself.
He started spanking her fast and hard and she twisted and bucked to get away from his hand. “No, no, no! I’m just kidding! Ouch! Please. I’ll be good, I’ll be good.”
He rolled her to her back and pinched one of her nipples between his thumb and forefinger, tugging until she gasped. “You’d better be. My word is law around here and you’d better follow or there will be consequences. Got it?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Now go get my breakfast, just the way you are.”
“How about a t-shirt?”
He growled and slapped her breast, surprising more than hurting her.
“All right, all right,” she pouted, so turned on she was ready for round two. He let her up and she trotted back to the kitchen and re-warmed the pancakes, slathering them with butter and heated maple syrup. “Chocolate chip pancakes,” she said sliding them in front of where he sat at the table.
“Mmm. Wait--” he said, reaching out and grabbing one of her butt cheeks as she turned away. “Did I say you could walk away? What if I need something?”
A trickle of moisture dribbled down her leg. “I was going to make you coffee,” she said in a shaky voice.
He slapped her breast again and her pussy clenched. “Did I ask for coffee?”
“No, sir,” she said, feeling light-headed with arousal.
“You may get me coffee,” he announced loftily. “And bring a wooden spoon, while you’re at it.”

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Temptation is too sweet when the don’s daughter offers her full submission, but when her father finds out, he’ll probably wind up swimming with the fishes.

Giving control of her body to Carlo Romano, underboss to her father, was dangerous. More dangerous than her hair-brained idea to take off her clothes at a strip club as a form of sex therapy. But the temptation outweighed the risk. Carlo made her feel sexy, alive and appealing, feelings she’d scarcely known after two years with her cheating and demoralizing ex-boyfriend.

Carlo couldn’t believe Summer — the don’s daughter — was dancing half-naked on the stage of a strip club. Nor could he believe she suggested he’d be the one to take a belt to her ass and set her straight. But he’d had a thing for Summer since the day he moved in with her family, fresh off a plane from Sicily. He couldn’t walk away from the opportunity to get up-close and intimate, and show her his dominant side.

Still, Summer may not be ready for a new relationship, and even if she is, there was the not-so-small matter of what her parents would say — her father would probably want to kill Carlo if he found out he’d seen her naked...


Excerpt #3
“Why do you want to marry Joey?” the woman demanded in her thick accent.
I don’t. Not that it’s anyone’s business.
She ground her teeth. No suitable response came to her lips.
“I know you can make him happy, I’m not worried about that,” the older woman said.
“I can?”
“But will you be happy? With Cosa Nostra?” Joey’s mother made a grand gesture of her hand around the room. “Because your mother never was and it caused a lot of misery for your father. Is that what you want for Joey? Always having trouble with the other men over his wife?”
Her face grew hot as different emotions washed through her. Fury with the woman for talking about her parents, and sharp pain. Pain that this very thing ended her father’s life, took him from them forever. And there was grief and then fear. Fear for Joey.
She would not curse Joey to the life her father had led. She cared about him too much.
“No,” she whispered and whirled around, searching for her purse to escape.
She stumbled out of the house, barely capable of making her goodbyes. Her stomach was in knots and she started crying the moment her car hit the road, tears blurring her vision so much she wished she had wipers for them.


Renee Rose

USA Today Bestselling Author Renee Rose is a naughty wordsmith who writes BDSM and spanking romance novels. Named Eroticon USA’s Next Top Erotic Author in 2013, she has also won The Romance Reviews Best Historical Romance, and Spanking Romance Reviews‘ Best Historical, Best Erotic, Best Ageplay and favorite author. She’s hit #1 on Amazon in the Erotic Paranormal and Sci-fi categories in the U.S. and U.K., is often found on the list of Amazon’s Top 100 Erotic Authors and is a regular columnist for Write Sex Right. She also pens BDSM stories under the name Darling Adams.


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