Title: Weak for
Him (Weakness #1)
Author: Lyra
Parish
Genre: New Adult
Release Date: January 11, 2014
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Synopsis
"Have you heard the saying, 'sex sells'?
Well, I'm the supplier."
Finnley Felton sells sex.
Jennifer Downs is a virgin.
With the help of lady luck, the two meet.
Jennifer Downs is a virgin.
With the help of lady luck, the two meet.
Money. Bright lights. Sex.
Jennifer is made an offer: sell her virginity to
the highest bidder and transform into one of Finnley's girls. But she finds
herself weak for him, and doesn't fully realize what she's agreed to until it's
too late.
Will she rise to the challenge and play by the
rules in a land where money is king and love is prohibited? Or will she lose
herself and values in the attempt?
Weak for him is not considered a
"dark" read, but does have unlady-like language, adult subject
matter, and s-e-x-ual situations. Weak for Him does not have a cliffhanger.
There is resolution but the story does continue on.
"If you think I am bluffing by when I say
that "Weak For Him" will give you the ride of lifetime, then I say,
take a gamble and see for yourself." –Tiffany @ The Naughty Book
Dames"
Excerpt
Mr. Felton stood facing the windows in a neatly
pressed suit. The black tie complemented the black suit, designer from head to
toe. His green eyes met my brown gaze, and I smiled, but only received the
ghost of one in return.
Once the secretary left us, I searched the room,
trying to take in every little detail: abstract art on the wall, a conference
table in the back, and a lounge area in the middle. The afternoon light cast a
yellow glow in the room. A large oak desk, which screamed business executive,
had two chairs tucked in front. The room looked comfortable, welcoming, but
also professional.
The red velvet curtains that overlooked the
atrium were jerked closed.
"Hi, Finnley. Thank y—"
"It's Mr. Felton."
My face flushed. How could I be so inconsiderate
and unprofessional?
I immediately felt stupid.
"Mr. Felton. Thank you for
allowing me to interview. I've brought my resume and a list of recommendations.
I'd love to join your accounting team if you'd allow me."
I outstretched my hand and he left me standing
there, awkwardly. The smile faded from my face as he leaned against the wooden
desk with his arms crossed.
"Take off your clothes." His voice was
low and silky.
"Excuse me?" The words hit me like
cool water.
I don't think so, asshole.
"The interview has begun, Ms. Downs. If
you'd like to join my team, you will do what I say and if you'd prefer not, you
are more than welcome to turn around and walk that tight ass through the door,
and we can pretend as if this never happened."
The fierce tone behind his English accent made
me cower. I froze as I calculated my next move.
What the fuck?
The way he looked at me, exploring my body as if
he were undressing me, made my stomach flip. No one had ever observed me that
way. With a sprinkle of courage, I searched the blank matter-of-fact expression
that covered his face. This man was all business.
As his long eyelashes hit the tops of his
slightly sun-kissed cheeks, I closed my eyes to regroup my thoughts, then
opened them quickly. I couldn't let my nerves get the best of me. He moved his
messy hair behind his ears, and then sat on the desk, waiting, wanting, daring
me to make my move.
"Have you decided? Or are we going to waste
the good portion of my time daydreaming?"
I swallowed.
All I ever wanted to do was live in Vegas among
the lights and fast-paced city. How did I get myself into this? Take off my
clothes? I wasn't some cheap whore to be bossed around. The thought of
undressing in front of him disgusted me… or did it?
My heart sped as he watched with a lust and want
so fierce I shivered. It was now or never, you only live once, right?
I peered behind him and stared at the Vegas
strip in the distance. With perfect plump lips, and straight white teeth, Mr.
Felton smiled at me. In that very moment, I decided to gamble. I didn't know
why because I wasn't much for risks. If anyone was a play-it-safe type of girl,
it was me. But in that moment, I wanted to be someone different. I wanted to
know the outcome of what waited on the other side. I played with lady luck to
see what hand she dealt. Maybe I would get lucky.
About the Author
Lyra Parish loves to write, travel, and sing
obnoxiously loud at the top of her lungs in the shower. Sweet love stories
(along with the dirty ones) make her gush.
She is a firm believer that a person can never
have to many cats, cups of coffee, or read to many happily ever after's. When
she isn't busy writing, she can be found sipping various beverages from her
non-alcoholic drink buffet, pimp slapping excel spreadsheets, or riding her
bike.
Weak for Him (Weakness #1) is Lyra's debut novel. Weak Without Him (Weakness
#2) will release Spring 2014. Lyra currently resides in Texas with her
husband and black cat.
For more information or to contact, please
visit:
lyraparish.com
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