Title: That Man 4 (The Wedding Story Part 1)
Genre: New Adult Erotic Romance
Release Date: October 31, 2014
Cover Artist: Arijana Karcic, Cover It! Designs
SynopsisNelle L’Amour’s USA Today bestselling THAT MAN series continues with more laughter, more drama, and more scorchin’ hot Blake Burns. You are invited to the wedding of the century… 700 guests and counting. All Blake’s tiger wanted was a small wedding in her parents’ backyard. But with Blake’s controlling mother calling the shots, not to mention the wedding planner from hell, Jennifer’s patience is tested. Meanwhile, Blake has to deal with a skeleton in the closet: a jealous, delusional woman from his past who harbors a secret… A big secret…one that threatens to tear the perfect couple apart. Will Blake and Jennifer get their happily ever after? The THAT MAN series concludes with the epic, gripping final episode, coming in December 2014.
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Review by Jennifer Ballam
I. LOVE. THIS. SERIES.
When the series ‘ended’ with That Man 3, like many other readers I was sobbing into my glass at not reading about Blake, Mr Burns, and their Tiger (if you’ve read the series you’ll understand the reference to a certain part of Blake’s anatomy). So like many other readers I was cracking open a bottle when the news came that not only was there going to be a That Man 4 but also a That Man 5 (due in December). We were going to be with them on their journey after the proposal to the wedding.
We have all the old characters here, I’ve already mentioned Blake, Mr Burns, Tiger aka Jennifer, but also Kitty Kat (I know, I groaned too), Blake’s Gran (who wouldn’t be pleased to see the return of the sex crazed granny!?), Chaz, Jamie Zander, Libby to name but a few.
Instead of a bridzilla we instead get a… is plannerzilla a term? One who hasn’t heard of the saying ‘less is more’ it would seem. One who seems to view the bride as an inconvenience to her organisation and one whose daughter happens to be none other than Kitty Kat herself. Prepare for claws at dawn….
Now I know that I mentioned that there was one final instalment so (sighing and groaning at the same time) there is no ending to the story. In true Nellé L’Amour fashion we have a jaw dropping cliffhanger, one that left me going ‘NOOOOOOOO’ and having to reassure myself that we were promised a wedding. That means that Jennifer couldn’t be…. I mean she wouldn’t would she…. (evil reviewer laugh). Read it to see what I mean, you won’t regret it.
Please note I was given a copy of this book in exchange for an honest review.
About The AuthorNelle L’Amour is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author who lives in Los Angeles with her Prince Charming-ish husband, twin teenage princesses, and a bevy of royal pain-in-the-butt pets. A former executive in the entertainment and toy industries with a prestigious Humanitus Award to her credit, she gave up playing with Barbies a long time ago but still enjoys playing with toys with her husband. While she writes in her PJs, she loves to get dressed up and pretend she’s Hollywood royalty.
Her books include the highly rated Seduced by the Park Avenue Billionaire Boxed Set, Undying Love, Gloria’s Secret, Gloria’s Revenge and the That Man trilogy. Gloria’s Forever, a novella, will be published in Spring 2014.
ExcerptJen’s eyes stayed steady on my face as she digested my words. It was hard to read what was going through her head. I couldn’t blame her for distrusting me with my checkered past. Her silence was killing me. Finally, she parted her lips. “Why didn’t you tell me about her?” The softness in her voice and yearning in her eyes provoked me to run my hand along her jaw line. She didn’t flinch. I looked deep into her soulful green orbs. “Because she means nothing to me, tiger. She’s ancient history. I didn’t want to upset you.” And I didn’t want to go there. She fluttered her long-lashed eyelids. My cock tensed. I had to claim her. Let her know she was mine. “There’s only you, baby. I totally always love you. Only you. Every waking minute of the day. You do things to me no other woman ever has.” I put her hand to my cock. It was hard as rock. And then I put her other hand to my heart. “My heart only beats for you. You own it. No girl has ever owned my heart except you. I want you to believe me.” “I do.” Her voice was a whisper. The sweet innocence of her voice aroused me. I pushed my hips against her, pressing my erection firmly against her center. “You’re the only one I want to fill. I want fill your mouth. Fill your pussy. And fill your heart.” Impulsively, I crushed my mouth against hers and gave her a fierce, passionate kiss as my hands slid down her pajama bottom. I fiddled with my pants button and fly, and out sprung my cock ever so ready for her. With the help of my hand, I shoved it inside her, surprised she was so hot and wet. Placing my palms against the wall for support, I began thrusting into her forcefully, filling her to the hilt, while I tongue fucked her mouth and groped her tits. Groans escaped her throat and her breathing grew ragged. I picked up my pace, making my thrusts harder and faster. Her breaths came in pants and her groans became whimpers. She pressed hard against my shoulders, pushing me away and forcing me to free her mouth. Her face looked heated and impassioned. So fucking beautiful. “Blake,” she panted out. “Is this makeup sex?” “If. You. Think. We. Had. A. fight,” I grunted back with each successive, hard, long stroke. “I’m not sure.” “Just shut up and let me fuck you.” God. No one felt as good as my tiger. “Okay,” she groaned, letting me reclaim her mouth. Without losing contact, I lifted her up against the wall. Wrapping her legs around me like a warm pretzel, she splayed her hands on my ass, and rocked her hips forward to meet my thrusts. Her whimpers morphed into shrieks, and I knew she was close to coming. Hard. I wanted to hear my tiger roar my name. So, I released her mouth again, not caring if she woke up the neighbors. “Come for me, tiger,” I urged, banging her into submission. “Blake!” she cried out as she let go, her body shuddering inside and out with spasms of ecstasy. She clung to me as my own epic climax took hold of me, my load bathing her with sweet bliss. Catching her breath, she rasped, “We should fight more often.” I smoothed her damp hair while she held on to me. “Nah, baby. We should just talk more often.” And then I smacked my lips against hers so she couldn’t say another word.
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