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REVIEW & UP IN THE AIR SERIES SIGNED Giveaway by R.K. Lilley – Mr. Beautiful (Book #4)
Ellen’s Review:
4.5-couldn’t-put-it-down-stars!!
I never had any doubts when I first read that this book would be in James’ POV. I love seeing other perspectives and this story did not disappoint. I absolutely loved getting inside his head during some of the key scenes from the Up in the Air series. And yes, Stephan and TRISTAN make appearances here, too, which were very welcomed. I love these characters.
If you are a fan of R.K. Lilley, you know that her sex scenes are totally hot and very, very erotic. And Mr. Beautiful is filled to the brim with lots of sexy time as well as some very sweet romance. This book explores the beauty of true love, and of finding your true soul mate. There is a very satisfying conclusion and my only complaint with this story is that I wanted MORE! James and Bianca are two of my favorite characters, and along with Tristan, Danika, Stephan and Javier, this book delivers lots of yumminess and strong emotion. A must-read for all fans of the Up In the Air series!!
Favorite quote:
“Marriage isn’t easy. It’s not meant to be. It is picking a partnership over a solo venture. It is choosing to consider another person in every decision you make for the rest of your life, instead of just doing what feels right to you. It is choosing to be selfless over selfish.”
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EXCERPT from BAD THINGS:
DANIKA
I woke up a few mornings later having the most graphic sex dream of my life.
It was Tristan’s big hands on me in the dream, cupping my breasts and kneading, working down my belly, between my legs.
We were out in the pool, alone. Like most dreams, nothing quite made sense. Like, why were we skinny-dipping in the middle of the day? Still, my dreaming mind went with that eagerly.
I was lying on an inflatable lounge that we hardly ever used, because it was shaped in a huge circle, with the middle cut out, and the boys always found horrible ways to use it, like sticking each others’ heads in the hole and dunking.
The hole was being used for an entirely different wrong way in my dream, though. Tristan filled the hole, his distracting torso spilling out of it as he used his mouth on me in the most distracting way.
I’d never had a guy go down on me before, and even in the dream my imagination was limited. He just nuzzled me there, his hands far more of a distraction.
I woke up with my panties around my knees, and my shirt pulled up to my neck. One of my hands was on a sensitive breast, kneading at it, the other fingering my clit with restless strokes.
It wasn’t that I didn’t care that Tristan was sleeping on the other side of my queen-sized bed, a big pillow all that separated us, it was more that I was too turned-on to let it deter me, and my sleepy mind told me that I could be quiet enough not to wake him. I’d gotten myself too worked up to stop, but I knew from experience that I needed more than
my fingers to get myself off. The hand on my breast reached over to my
nightstand, opening the drawer very slowly, the finger on my clit still circling, again and again.
I tried not to make any noise as I fished out my vibrator, but the low vibrating sound that it made when I turned it on was louder than I could ever remember. Then again, I didn’t have the luxury of turning on music to drown it out, as I usually did, with someone dead asleep in the bed next to me.
I gasped as I shoved it inside of me. I was wet from the dream, and it slid right in. I used one hand to hold it there, the hand from my breast moving to work on my clit.
My eyes were closed, my breath coming out in quiet little pants. They only opened as I felt the bed moving.
That movement should have made me stop, or panic, or do anything at all besides moan, shift the wand inside of me, and bite my lip as I glanced over at the gorgeous man moving towards me.
Stupid, stupid, stupid, I told myself. More, more, more, my body screamed back. Tristan made a guttural sound, low in his throat,
and I couldn’t hold back my own low moan. I was under the covers, but so was he, so that hardly helped. I didn’t protest when he pulled them
off both of us. He moved close, crouched at my side, his knees a
breath away from my hip and thigh. The look in his eyes was…intoxicating.
He bit his lip, and I felt myself clench around the wand in response.
My legs were splayed apart, and he moved to straddle one of my thighs, looming over me, but still not touching.
I watched him swallow hard, his eyes fixed on my hands.
I squirmed. “Can I…help?” he asked hoarsely. I couldn’t even form the words to answer, just
whimpering and shifting restlessly instead. He took that for a yes. One of his hands covered
the hand that held the wand, tugging it up my body. I started to protest as it started to slip out of me,
but his knee caught it, pushing it deep inside of me. “Ohhh…” I gasped. He moved my hand until I was cupping my own
breast. He squeezed my wrist, which in turn made me knead harder at my pliant flesh.
“Pinch your nipple,” he told me, licking his bottom lip. I felt my own tongue copy the motion as I obeyed.
My eyes, hungry to take him in, shot from his intent face, down his ripped torso, past the sexy V formed by the muscles at his hips, and to his heavy erection. He still wore boxer briefs, but they barely contained his jutting cock. I gyrated my hips, trying to get closer to his knee, and grinded the vibrator deeper inside of me.
“Mmmm,” he moaned. “That’s right, Danika. Perfect. Circle your hips just like that.”
His other hand moved over the hand I had on my clit, not touching anything but the back of my hand as he took over the movements.
I circled my hips, while he moved my hand to circle my clit with just the perfect pressure.
He moved the hand at my nipple to my other breast, nearly touching my skin as he rubbed my fingers deep.
He cursed long and fluidly.
I caught movement at the bottom of my vision, and looked down to see his erection visibly twitch, pre-come soaking his boxers where they touched the tip of him.
“Tristan,” I moaned.
I closed my eyes, a heady orgasm washing over me in lush waves.
“Danika,” he rasped, his knee jerking up until it was no more than a whisper away from my entrance.
He moaned, long and low.
I didn’t open my eyes again until I felt him moving away. The wand slipped partially out of me, and I pulled it the rest of the way out, hastily turning it off as I rolled over to look at him.
He’d flung himself onto his back beside me, his arm thrown over his eyes.
His breathing was harsh.
I swallowed, my eyes moving down his body. “Did you, um…?”
He sucked in a breath. His voice was low. “Please, don’t ask. I haven’t embarrassed myself that bad since I was a teenager.”
I glanced down, the state of his shorts, and his words, telling me clearly what the answer was.
I lay down on my back, pulling the covers up to my neck. I was a little in shock about what I’d just done. What the hell was wrong with me?
My hormones had ignited, and I was pretty sure I’d lost some important brain cells in the fire.
“Fuck, what was that?” he panted. “That was crazy,” I gasped. “And stupid.
Especially stupid.” “If that was your first attempt at winning the
teasing war, I’m not sure if you just won or lost it all with one try.”
In spite of myself, I giggled. “There is no teasing war. Get that out of your head. This is not a contest. This is a disaster that never needs to happen again.”
“Seriously, though, if I wake up to that again, I’m not sure what I’ll do, Danika.”
“It won’t happen again, so don’t worry your pretty little head about it.”
“And what if I…accidentally start jerking myself off in my sleep?”
“Stop it. You’re incorrigible.”
“And you are the queen of all teases. You know I’ll never get that picture out of my head…Fuuuuck. Do you have any idea how much this messes with me?”
I sighed. “I think I have a pretty good idea, Tristan. Can we just…never mention this again?”
“I can try, but that doesn’t mean I won’t be thinking about it.”
“Yeah, I know.” There was no way I’d ever forget the look on his face as he’d helped me get myself off.
“Just let me ask you one thing, before I drop the subject forever.”
I blew my breath out in a noisy sigh. “Go for it.” “What started that?” “I was having a…sex dream. I think I can feel
some sympathy for the wet dream thing guys have now.”
“Was it about anyone specific?” he sounded more than idly curious.
“No,” I lied through my teeth. “And that was more than one question.”
“One more, I swear, and then I’m done. What was the dream about?”
“I was getting oral on a floatie in the pool.”
He cursed fluently, and he didn’t ask me any more questions.
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Cover Reveal and Excerpt: Mr. Beautiful (Up in the Air #4) by R.K. Lilley
Lana by R.K. Lilley
Lana is a fairly short ( about 100 pages) and smoking hot novella based on characters from the Up In the Air series by R.K. Lilley. Lana returns to Hawaii after fleeing years earlier, when her heart was broken by her one true love, Akira.
“But to him, I was only a burden. A family friend with an inconvenient infatuation, I recalled was how he phrased it.”
Lana had grown up worshipping the older Akira. After one glorious night together, she leaves the island broken-hearted after overhearing Akira discussing her with his former girlfriend. Years pass, Lana works from afar in her family’s hotel business and the two have no contact – until Lana returns on business and their passion is re-ignited.
“This is paradise. You took my paradise with you when you left, Lana.”
R.K. Lilley really delivers on the steamy sex scenes between Lana and Akira. I would love to read more of their story! Akira is one hot Alpha with a lot of heart and soul. Several characters from Up In the Air make brief appearances in Lana so I recommend you read that series first. You should read the series anyway, it’s amazing!
Lana is a quick and totally satisfying read. Loved the teaser at the end for Danika and Tristan, I am looking forward to their story.