Thursday, March 17, 2016

Release Blitz and My Review- Cleat Chaser by Celia Aaron and Sloane Howell

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Kyrie Kent hates baseball. She hates players even more. When her best friend drags her to a Ravens game, she spends the innings reading a book… Until she gets a glimpse of the closer—a pitcher who draws her like magnet. Fighting her attraction to Easton Holliday is easy. All she has to do is keep her distance, avoid the ballpark, and keep her head down. At least, all that would have worked, but Easton doesn’t intend to let Kyrie walk so easily. When another player vies for Kyrie’s attention, Easton will swing for the fences. But will Kyrie strike him out or let him steal home?

Full disclosure: This is an erotic romance full of hot guys in tight baseball pants, even more guys in tight baseball pants who know how to swing a big stick, and explicit sex.

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I squirmed, the tension already building between my thighs. After the game, I’d wanted to console him. But the moment he’d looked at me in the hallway—his frustration turning to something hotter—all semblance of thought had flown from my mind. And when he’d kissed me? Everything had stopped except his body pressed to mine, his tongue owning me.
But I needed to shut this down. I closed my eyes and took in a deep breath. Too much, too soon. I sat up. “Look, Easton, I didn’t come over here to—”
He leaned over, claiming my mouth with an insistent kiss and pushing me back into the cushions. I put my hands on his chest and tried to shove him away, but he grabbed my wrists and pinned them next to my ears.
His kiss lit me on fire and I couldn’t help but return it, caressing his tongue with mine as he slanted over me, tasting me. When he squeezed my wrists harder, I moaned into his mouth. He worked his knee between my thighs, the thin georgette material of my dress pushing up as he went. God, if he went much farther he’d know how wet I was.
I turned my head, breaking the kiss and taking a breath, but he wasn’t deterred. He fastened his lips to my neck, sucking and licking until goose bumps covered my arms and legs and I arched my back to him. When my pebbled nipples rubbed against his hard chest, I gasped.
He released my wrists and ran his hands down my shoulders, pushing my cardigan and the top of my dress down until my breasts were revealed. The cool air hit them, but soon after his mouth was hot and wet on one while he palmed the other. I dug my fingers into his hair and let my head fall back against the couch.
“Spread your legs.” His voice was sandpaper as he went back to sucking and biting my nipple, my need growing with each nip of his teeth.
I opened my legs and he pushed his knee up higher, until it was almost touching my pussy.
“Wider, Kyrie.” He bit my nipple for emphasis, making me moan and do as he’d said, spreading as wide as I could.
When his knee made contact with me, he hissed. “You’re so hot.”
I dug my nails into his scalp as he switched to my other nipple, giving it the same treatment as he moved his knee against my pussy, steady pressure up and down that had me moving my hips along with him.
Placing a kiss between my breasts, he pulled his knee away and sank to the floor in front of me. He ran his hands up my thighs under my dress and gripped my ass, yanking me forward until I was perched on the edge of the couch.
Looking up at me, his eyes were hooded and the corners of his mouth turned up in a faint smile. Moving his hand around my thigh, he stroked down the wet material of my panties and then back up to my clit. He used his thumb, rubbing my nub through the material and making me ache for more contact.
“You like that?” He asked, the devious smile still playing along his lips. “Tell me.”
“I-I like it.”
“How about this?” He pushed his finger around the fabric of my panties and touched my clit, stroking it in the same motion.
I jumped at the contact and bit my lip. “Yes.” It was a husky whisper.
He licked his lips and my thighs went up in flames.
“Do you want me to kiss you here?” He ran his thumb down and teased it at my entrance.
Say no, say no, say no. “Yes.”
“What if I fuck you here? Ram my cock as deep and hard as I can until you come on a scream. Would you like that?”
No, no, no. “Yes.” I made a keening sound as he plunged his thumb inside me.
“You’d say my name, wouldn’t you?” He pulled his thumb out and licked it clean as I watched.
My heart thumped in my chest and I couldn’t think, only stare as he closed his eyes and relished my taste.
“Say it.” His voice hardened, the edge piercing and ragged.
Heaven help me. “Yes.”


     How do I begin my review when my head is still up in the clouds from all the sexiness that this story contains. My face still holds this silly grin from the funny remarks and sexy, flirty banter. I knew before I started this book that I would not be disappointed, Sloane Howell and Celia Aaron have yet to disappoint me with their writing and collaborating on this story  is a reward to the reader.
     In Cleat Chaser we are introduced to Kyrie Kent, she is a writer for for a magazine wanting to work her way up. Kyrie has her reasons to hate baseball payers, that is until her best friend takes her to a game and her attention is drawn to the pitcher's mound and she is lost to the bluest eyes she has ever seen. Everything in her is saying to stay away and protect her heart but her body is making it hard to resist him. Will she be able to let go of the past to see a future with Easton?
     When it comes to Easton Holliday all I can think of is...Holy Moly hotness from heavens.
It is so not hard to fall for this gorgeous pitcher for the Ravens. Easton has a past as a player, but he has had a change of heart once his eyes were set on a beautiful brunette reading her kindle during a game. Easton finds himself not being able to think straight until he can get his hands, body and soul on Kyrie. I am serious when I say that Easton Holliday will leave a impression on you. I find myself with goosebumps even trying to write this review to describe him. Easton's  possessiveness, dominance and dirty talk only made him that much more irresistible. How will Easton handle himself when Kyrie's past is standing right in front of him?
     Not only do you get this very intense sexual love story of Easton and Kyrie, Howell and Aaron throw in characters that are so over the top in their sexcapedes, humor and sexual banter. You will find yourself wanting to know more of their stories. I am such a happy reader right now!!!  I have say that if you are familiar with Celia Aaron and Sloane Howell you will not be surprised with the erotic scenes. If you have not read one of their books you are in for such a treat.
                                             *** For Mature Readers***

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Celia Aaron

Celia Aaron is the self-publishing pseudonym of a published romance and erotica author. She loves to write stories with hot heroes and heroines that are twisty and often dark. Thanks for reading.

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Sloane Howell

Sloane Howell lives in the Midwest United States and writes dirty stories. When not reading or writing he enjoys hanging out with his family, watching sports, playing with the dogs, traveling, and engaging his readers on social media. You can almost always catch him on Twitter posting something goofy.

Visit his web page to sign up for his mailing list to get updates on new releases, promos, and giveaways. Thanks for reading.

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