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Tuesday, July 17, 2018

Marietta Hotels by Rachell Nichole 💕 Series Tour & Gift Card Giveaway 💕(Contemporary Romance)

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Dawn Jansen has only ever wanted one thing: to provide a life for her daughter in New York City, away from the small-town minds of her family and her upbringing. She has fought hard to finally make it to manager at the Hauteman hotel, and one of her first duties is to attend a conference at the Marietta Las Vegas to learn all she can about running the show. But when she arrives in Las Vegas, her plans to learn as much as she can on a professional level, turns into learning far more about herself than her job. She may get a second-chance at this whole love thing after all.

Barnaby “Barney” Garrison has always had one goal in life: to help people. He’s found his calling as manager of the Marietta Times Square, and since his past failed relationship, has focused all of his energy on being the best manager he can be. This year, that means helping to run the Marietta Hotels second annual Hoteliers’ Conference in Vegas. But as soon as he notices Dawn in the crowd, his focus instantly splits, his desires for her swift and fierce. When he realizes the attraction is mutual, he doesn’t waste any time seducing her to his bed. But when he suspects she’s hiding something from him, he worries that maybe he’s just destined to attract two-timing women to his life.

Can what began as a fling in Vegas turn into something more once they’re home in New York? Or does what happen in Vegas truly stay in Vegas?

He was seriously underdressed. As Dawn sat across from him at the table of the restaurant in a stunning red dress, he couldn’t help staring. He was in a suit, so it wasn’t like he was sloppy, exactly, but the way that soft crimson fabric hugged her voluptuous curves put his suit to shame. They had shared a quick bite to eat at the hotel’s restaurant earlier, but this felt much more like a true date, and he was delighted.
“You look ravishing, love,” he said.
She beamed at him. “Thanks.” She wore no jewelry except a small pair of silver hoop earrings. Not that she needed any sparkle at all. Her braids were pulled up into an elegant twist atop her head, leaving her neck deliciously bare down the deep v top of the dress. “It’s new.”
Had she gotten it just for tonight? The thought made him wild inside. The idea that she had picked out something just for their date… damn. That was a big deal. When was the last time somebody had dressed up for him? He couldn’t remember. “Well, it’s hot as hell.”
“I’m glad you like it. And I’ve no doubt you’ll really enjoy what I’ve got on underneath it.”
His response caught in his throat as the waiter approached from behind Dawn. She chuckled at the face he made.
“How are you this evening, folks?” the waiter asked.
Barnaby had to clear his throat before responding. “Fine, thank you.”
Barnaby tried to give his full attention to the waiter, but he couldn’t stop his gaze from shifting to Dawn every few seconds, admiring the long curve of her shoulder and her toffee-colored skin against the bright red of the fabric. He couldn’t stop himself from imagining what she had on underneath. Something red and lacy? Satin? Black?
“Sir?” the voice of the waiter finally broke through his thoughts and he tore his gaze away from Dawn.
“I’ll have the New York strip, medium-rare, baked potato, and broccoli, please.” Apparently, he would need his strength tonight.
His balls tightened at the thought. Oh, the things he was going to do to her in that dress.
The waiter left them a moment later and he knew that he needed to focus them on topics of a non-sexual nature, or they’d never make it through dinner without tearing each other’s clothes off. Yesterday, when they’d been flirting and building up the sexual tension, he had fantasized about what she would feel like, taste like. Now that he knew, he wouldn’t be able to contain himself if he didn’t keep some semblance of civilized conversation, when all he really wanted to do was to whisper all the naughty things he would to do to her over the dinner table.
“Sorry, that was probably not the best timing for that proclamation, was it?” She quirked her mouth up on one side and glanced down at the table, before looking at him again.


Layla Morgan is tired of getting into trouble, and getting hurt. And she fears her wild nature is going to strike yet again. But maybe this time, she’s finally met the guy that can stand close enough to touch her inner flames, and not get burned. The man across Times Square seems enthralled by her wildness instead of scared in the face of it. He can’t seem to look away as she shows him just how much fun she can have… with herself.

After one glance of silky skin and talented fingers, Tyler Lachlan doesn’t stand a chance of resisting the delicious distraction of the mystery woman from the Marietta Hotel. He’s sure there’s more to her than her sultry voice and mahogany thighs, but he doesn’t know if he’s willing to risk his career to find out.

Could what began as a voyeuristic affair across Times Square develop into something more?

Layla sank to her knees on the plush beige carpet, resting her head against the curtained window.
“What are you doing?” She hissed the words through clenched teeth, still shaking from her second orgasm. What, indeed? God, her mother would kill her if she found out. Layla had to call down to the concierge, get her room changed right away. She’d never be able to look out her window again without heat infusing her body. Who came in to the office at six a.m.? She’d never seen anyone there until well past eight.
But her heart pounded, refusing to let her move. She had never felt such a rush as she had holding that intense, dark gaze and bringing herself quivering to the edge. She wanted more of it. Craved his hot, fixated look. She felt his eyes on her every step of the way. And she’d no longer pictured Brian. Her full attention had been on the man across Times Square and his ebony skin. His face was chiseled with a square jaw. A light suit perfectly set off his shaved head and wide shoulders. Within a moment or two, staring at him and touching herself, she’d come.
She knew better than to let herself get out of control. It only got people hurt, and she was always one of them. Not to mention proper ladies didn’t seduce voyeurs across the street. Which was almost enough to make her want to do it anyway, just because she knew it was wrong. She reined in her impulses, desperate to control them and think this through before she did anything else.
What if she could let this be her one outlet? It would help her decompress and keep her thoughts off Brian. This idea held possibilities. Terrifying possibilities. Mr. Times Square probably had a wife, and she shouldn’t be fooling around with him, even from a distance. If he was married, he had no business looking into her personal window. She shook her head at her foolishness. Why hadn’t she bothered to check if someone was in one of those rooms in the building across the street?
Her legs felt like they were filled with custard instead of bones, her muscles still quivering inside and out. She raised a shaky hand to the curtain and slid one panel to the left half an inch. Just enough to see out, to look into Mr. TS’s window and see that he was gone. She tried to squash the disappointment blooming in her chest. He’d run away. She had no right being disappointed, no right parading herself in front of him like some Amsterdam prostitute in the window. What if someone else had been in that office and seen her?
Layla looked at the rest of the windows, searching, making sure no one else had witnessed her personal peep show. She couldn’t see anyone, but she hadn’t seen her voyeur until it was too late. She returned her gaze to his small office. Not even a plant in there. Nothing that told her about him. No paintings on the wall. Nothing but the desk, two chairs in front of it and one behind, and the door out of the office, which opened. She froze as he came back into view.


All Mandy Lachlan wanted was her own identity. All she had to do was run away to Paris to find it. Instead, she finds love, a baby, and a marriage proposal.

Julien Chevalier needs a family. Ever since his mother left when he was a kid, he’s been searching for the security and consistency that comes with marriage and babies. So when he falls for the young African American professor at the Sorbonne, he knows immediately this is the woman for him.

Julien needs to get married the same way Mandy needs her freedom. When they find themselves at the impasse of matrimony, one of them will have to compromise what they want and need.

THANK GOD. JULIEN smiled and brought Mandy’s hand to his lips, kissing her palm, then tracing her love line with his tongue. When she moaned, he flicked his tongue against her skin again. Her breath hitched, and her amber eyes darkened to a deep bronze. He loved watching her response to his touch. Loved knowing he made her body react like this to him. She might be eight years older than him, but she didn’t usually hold it against him. And on those occasions when she made him feel too immature, he comforted himself with the knowledge that she would turn to liquid heat in his hands, beneath his body, in his mouth.
Even when she took complete control in the bedroom, he felt needed, cherished. Mandy let him tug her gently to her feet and lead her from the room. She’d refused wine at dinner, which wasn’t exactly odd for her, since she’d just started drinking it after moving to Paris, but she had been unusually quiet. He was determined to be patient, to let her come to him in time with whatever bothered her.
They walked down the short hallway to the bedroom they’d been sharing for two months, pretty much every moment they weren’t at the university. She’d looked so shocked when he’d made his declaration, he’d half expected her not to respond at all. But hearing Mandy tell him she loved him too had been worth the wait. He hadn’t told her sooner, knowing it would scare her off.
Julien released her hand, and Mandy licked her bottom lip. She climbed onto the bed, leaning back and watching him as he slowly undressed. Nibbling on the pad of her thumb, Mandy twirled the finger of her other hand, signaling for Julien to turn around. He could feel her hot gaze on every inch of his skin as he showed off for her. God, he loved it when she treated him like her very own boy toy in the bedroom.
“Very nice,” she said.
He turned to face her once again and crawled onto the bed, holding himself inches above her. Leaning down to kiss her, he let his body slide into the cradle of hers. Mandy wrapped her arms around his torso, her legs circling his waist. Julien thrust his bare cock against the soft fabric of her cotton shorts.
When he licked along the seam of her tan-and-pink lips, she opened willingly to him. He slipped his tongue inside, plundering. Determined to show her the truth of his words, he forced his body under control. He ran his hands in light caresses over her until she groaned his name.
She pushed him away and sat up, yanking off her clothes, and he laughed.
“Well, someone’s eager.”
She stuck out her tongue in an appropriately Mandy gesture. “Horny. Now shut up and make love to me,” she ordered, grabbing a fistful of his hair and pulling his lips to hers. She nibbled his bottom lip, pulling it into her mouth and sucking gently. He moaned, turning with her still wrapped around him and lying on his back.
“Yes, ma’am,” he whispered against her mouth.
Mandy followed him down, delivering hot, wet kisses to his jawline and neck. She straddled his body, her hands tunneling into his hair and tugging against his scalp. He jerked with the sensation and angled himself toward her entrance. Mandy trailed her fingers down the sides of his face to his shoulders and sat up, inching down the length of him. Pinning him to the bed with her hands at his shoulders, she rode him hard. The feel of her bare skin against his made him wild. After those first few times, they’d gotten tested, Mandy had gone on the pill, and they’d done away with the condoms.
With each thrust of her hips, pleasure shot through him. He brought his hands up to cup her breasts. She hissed, and her sheath clenched around him.
“Damn,” she said, gasping.
“Hmm?” He couldn’t make actual words form.
“Nothing…just really sensitive.”
He rubbed one nipple, and she cried out.
“Do that again,” she said.

Rachell Nichole is a contemporary erotic romance author, who loves writing sexy romances about memorable characters who have to fight to hold on to love.
Rachell holds two undergraduate degrees, one in Professional Writing and the other in French. She also received a Master of Fine Arts in Writing Popular Fiction at Seton Hill University. She is the author of The Marietta Hotels Series, Spicy with a Side of Cranberry Sauce, Gingerbread Photography, To Sir, Belle By Night, and Queen of Hearts.
Rachell lives in Pennsylvania with a mountain of books, the love of her life, and an invisible cat who likes to snuggle.


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  1. Good morning everyone! Thanks for stopping by. And Thanks to my gracious hosts.
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  2. This is a new author for me. Thanks for hosting.

  3. New for me author. The books sounds like fun read.

  4. This is a new author to me as well. How nice to find a new author onthe blog. Thanks for the intro.

  5. Sounds like a great book. Thanks for the opportunity 💕

  6. Great cover and thanks for sharing with us th excerpt.

  7. I love the cover!! Added to my TBR list! Thank you!

  8. I like the covers of thiese books. They are so romantic!

  9. Great covers - romantic and elegant.

  10. I think this sounds really good.

  11. I look forward to reading all of these.

  12. The blurb for An Engagement in Paris sounds good.

  13. This is a new author to me as well.
    thanks for sharing

  14. An Affair Across Times Square intrigues me the most.

  15. I love the Covers they look Romantic .


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