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The Big O
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: August 4, 2016
From New York Times Bestselling author Nelle L'Amour, a new sizzling STANDALONE that's guaranteed to make your panties melt!
The first time Owen King sets eyes on her, she's in a focus group, biting into a cream-filled donut and having the most orgasmic reaction he’s ever seen. “Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!” she cries out. He’s instantly obsessed.
Aspiring actress, Olive Cumming, has just lost her waitressing job and can’t pay her rent. But when the CEO of Donut King steps out from behind the one-way mirror and hires the curvy respondent to be his assistant, things are about to change. Big time.
Love at first sight has never been a reality for jaded, overworked Owen. And for sweet overweight Olive, love has never been within her reach. But when fate steps in, the king finds his unexpected princess, not knowing that someone is waiting in the shadows to keep them apart.
WARNING: Be prepared for over-the-top insta-love, a bit of kinky fun, and some yummy food play. This sugar-coated full-length novel is just waiting for you to take a bite.
Holy shit. She tasted delicious. So sugary sweet, partly thanks to the lingering flavor of the cream-filled donut she’d eaten in the focus group. Too immersed in my work, it had been a long time since I’d kissed a girl and gotten off on it. I’d never kissed anyone like her. And I’d kissed many.
While my mouth consumed hers, intermittently gnawing and sucking, once parted, our tongues tangoed like we’d danced this dance forever. She followed my lead perfectly, her tongue swirling and twirling, as adorable little sexy sounds escaped from her throat. She was totally turning me on. As her hands tugged at my hair, an erection of mega proportions was raging beneath my trousers. I hardly knew her, but I had to have her. Minutes later, her crying died down.
“Good girl, Olive,” I whispered, breaking the all-consuming kiss.
“More,” she breathed out.
Christ. She was insatiable. And I was falling in love with every bit of her.
“Shh.” I smacked another hot kiss on her soft lips and then asked, “Why were you crying so hard?”
Her eyes began to water again. God, she was an emotional one, but I loved that about her. Everything about her was extreme. In many ways, she mirrored me.
“You don’t need to know.”
“Yes. I. Do.”
Another tear blinked out of one eye. Oh, no. Here we go again. I couldn’t handle it.
“Olive…” I stretched out her name, making the two syllables sound like “Aaah…love.” She was quickly becoming my love. “Please tell me what’s going on.”
She gulped down a breath. “My landlord terminated my lease. I’m being kicked out of my apartment today.” Her full lips quivered. “I have no job. No money. And no place to live.”
“What about friends or family?”
She simply shook her head as tears began to pour down her cheeks. It was fucking gutting me. Big time. And then—PING!—an idea sprung to my mind.
“What can I do to help?” Besides marrying you and making you mine forever.And that could easily and happily be option number one.
“I don’t know.” Her misty eyes gazed up at mine. “Maybe just give me the hundred dollar focus group fee. At least, that’ll get me a night in a cheap hotel until I figure out my life.”
God. She was so cute. So humble and modest. She wanted so little from me. I’d never met a woman like this in my thirty-five years. Well, except my beloved late mother, may she rest in peace. With this fond memory, I responded.
“I’m sorry. I can’t do that.”
“I understand.” Her lips trembled with despair.
She was no longer gutting me. She was killing me. Her sad chocolate brown eyes were melting me as if I was the Wicked Dick of the West. No more playing games. Looking straight into her soulful eyes, I, the straight shooter (in more ways than one), told her exactly what was on my mind.
“Listen, Olive.” All the air left my lungs as I uttered her breathy name. “I have an opening.”
Her plump, pink lips parted like a rose in bloom. “What do you mean?”
“What I mean is I have a job opening. My assistant quit the other day and I’m in desperate need of another.” I refrained from telling her that my last assistant (unlucky number thirteen) had a nervous breakdown because she couldn’t get into my pants or keep up with my demanding workload. All she wanted was a full load of my seed.
Olive’s long-lashed eyes fluttered. “You’re offering me a job?”
“Yes. Under one condition. I need to find out if you’re a good fit.”
Nelle 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 industry with a prestigious Humanitas Prize for promoting human dignity and freedom 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 PJ’s, she loves to get dressed up and pretend she’s Hollywood royalty. She aspires to write steamy stories with characters that will make you laugh, cry, and swoon and stay in your heart forever.
Her bestselling series include Unforgettable, THAT MAN, Gloria’s Secret, Seduced by the Park Avenue Millionaire and critically acclaimed Undying Love. Writing under another pen name, she is also the author of the bestselling fantasy romance series, Dewitched: The Untold Story of the Evil Queen.
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