Today, I'm hosting a promo on Stylo Fantome's latest release, Slow Dancing, as a part of the ongoing release blitz tour. Also find an excerpt for your enjoyment. Note that Slow Dancing is free on kindle unlimited and on 99c sale for a limited time!!
Slow Dancing
Stylo Fantome
Published: February 21, 2020
A rising pop star who can't let go of her emotional baggage, and a cocky dance partner who doesn't know what monogamy is.
She's inhibited.
He's free-spirited.
She doesn't want a relationship.
He doesn't believe in them.
She can't believe that anyone would love her.
He can't seem to stop himself from loving her.
When their differences collide and sparks start to fly, he's sure it's the start of something amazing.
And she's sure it's the end of her career.
Who will be right?
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An Excerpt from Slow Dancing:
This was it. Their
one-night-stand was about to officially become an affair. Was Logan really
ready for this? There would be no going back. It was all casual to him, but she
knew from experience that when all was said and done, he would own a piece of
her. Snatch it right away as he ran off to the next person.
“You're thinking something,”
Woods whispered, lips brushing hers, and his hands moved up to her head,
holding her close to him. “Something bad.”
She swallowed thickly.
“I want to know if you've
slept with Jeremy again.”
“Seriously, Logan, as much
as you talk about him when we're together, I'm beginning to think he's the one
you should be fucking,” he chuckled. She shook her head.
“Okay, then, I want to know
if you've slept with Lucas. Or Becca. Or the roadie with the cigarette.”
“The who?”
“Woods.”
“Do youwant me to lie?”
Logan went still. Licked her
lips and squeezed her eyes shut.
“No.”
“No, I haven't slept
with anybody since you,” he said, and she sighed as he started kissing down the
side of her jaw. “But that doesn't mean I haven't wanted to.”
“Oh?”
“I haven't because I knew it
would bother you,” Woods breathed, his tongue trailing down her neck. She let
her head drop back.
“Very generous of you, sir.”
“I'm like the Santa Claus of
sex.”
“Disgusting analogy, never
use it again.”
“Would it bother you
if I did?” he asked. She opened her eyes and stared at the ceiling.
“I don't know,” she was
honest. “Yes? I wish I was as sexually open and free and cool as you are, but
I'm just … boring. I wouldn't stop you, though. I understand. Just … maybe not
do anything in front of me, please.”
He shocked her then by
bursting out laughing. He stepped back and draped his arms around her waist.
“Did you just politely ask
me not to fuck around with other people in front of you?” Woods double checked.
Logan felt her cheeks go up in flames.
“I'm just trying to be
nice.”
“Fuck being nice,” he shook
his head. “Be honest – with me, and yourself. If you want to cut my nuts off
every time I hit on someone, tell me. If you want to watch while I fuck
Lucas on the tour bus, definitely tell me. Why do you make everything
about everyone else?”
That brought her up short.
“I … I don't,” she tried to
argue, but he shook his head.
“That first night together,
you were so concerned about Jeremy, about what people would think. Same thing
when we talked the other day. And just now, it's like you don't give a shit
about what you really want – so long as I'm comfortable. I mean, sure,
it's nice of you. It's too nice. Who taught you that you
shouldn't ask for the things you want?” he asked.
She sucked her bottom lip
between her teeth and bit down so hard, she whimpered. Woods noticed, his eyes
dropping to her mouth. Then he leaned down to kiss the sting.
“I don't know,” she
breathed. “I don't know what I want. I don't want to think about you sleeping
with other people. But I don't want to stop you, I don't. I … it …” she
searched for the words.
“Poor lost little Logan,” he
whispered, pulling at the draw string on her shorts. “But not really lost, are
you? I think I get it. People are always treating you like this delicate little
doll. Like you're breakable. But you're not.”
“I'm not,” she groaned,
pressing her forehead to his and running her hands over his shoulders.
“People handle you like
you're glass,” he kept going, and she started to shiver.
“They do,” she agreed.
“What do you want to
be handled like?”
She took a deep breath.
“Barbed wire.”
His hands were suddenly
clenching her biceps so hard, she cried out in pain. Pressed her palms against
his chest as she stared up at him. His eyes blazed down at her, so full of
desire and danger, finally taking on a mossy green hue.
They'd barely touched, and
she was already panting.
“You better watch what you
ask for. I'm not like all these other fucking guys in your life,” he growled.
“I have no fucking problem with treating you as roughly as you can handle.”
“You think you can really do
that?” she gasped, pushing him.
About the Author:
Crazy woman from a remote location in Alaska (where the need for a creative mind is a necessity!), I have been writing since ... forever? Yeah, that sounds about right. I have been told that I remind people of Lucille Ball - I also see shades of Jennifer Saunders, and Denis Leary. So basically, I laugh a lot, I'm clumsy a lot, and I say the F-word A LOT.
I like dogs more than I like most people, and I don't trust anyone who doesn't drink. No, I do not live in an igloo, and no, the sun does not set for six months out of the year, there's your Alaska lesson for the day. I have mermaid hair - both a curse and a blessing - and most of the time I talk so fast, even I can't understand me.
Yeah. I think that about sums me up.
Crazy woman from a remote location in Alaska (where the need for a creative mind is a necessity!), I have been writing since ... forever? Yeah, that sounds about right. I have been told that I remind people of Lucille Ball - I also see shades of Jennifer Saunders, and Denis Leary. So basically, I laugh a lot, I'm clumsy a lot, and I say the F-word A LOT.
Yeah. I think that about sums me up.
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