Sunday, June 25, 2017

Book Tour - Backseat with the Billionaire by Lilah May + Giveaway!



Title: Backseat with the Billionaire
Author: Lilah May  
Genre: Billionaire Romance
Release Date: May 3, 2017



She just wants to use him for revenge. 

Him. 

A billionaire MMA fighter whose cocky smile and washboard abs make wet panties drop left and right. 

She thinks she wants him for one amazing night out and end it. 

Boy, did she think wrong. 

He's about to teach her how much more she really wants. 

LISA 

Finding out your husband's cheating is hard. Finding out it’s with a college girl is even harder. 

The easy part? Retribution: beating him blue with a baseball bat and kicking him to the curb. But it's still not enough. 

So when Bobby Carter, fresh out of college, blows back into town with all the intensity of a hurricane, I decide I’m not done. 

Bobby’s everything my ex-husband is not. Sexy, aggressive, and intense. 

Like melt me into a puddle intense. Who cares if I used to babysit him? He’s a grown man, now. And I mean, FULLY grown. 

All I wanted was a night out with him, but one taste and I’m addicted. 

BOBBY 

When Lisa Howard finally gets rid of her cheating husband, I want to take her right then and there. 

I got rid of that abusive bastard and built a billion dollar empire all for her. 

Nothing could satisfy my ravenous hunger but taking a bite of that sweet little thing. 

So when she offers herself up to me for one night, I'm not about to refuse. 

She's nothing like the sorority bimbos at Northfield U. 
She is a real woman. 

Sexy, mature, and an ass so fine I would give up my billions just for a taste. 

But I know a taste won’t be enough and one night too short for all the dirty things I want to do to her and that deliciously curvy body. 

She’ll be mine, but not just for tonight. Forever. 

This is a full-length, standalone, steamy 18+ romance. No cheating or cliffhangers, and definitely a wonderful Happily Ever After guaranteed.




PROLOGUE 

 BOBBY 

They say obsession isn’t love, that obsessions are just crazy. But everything about love is obsessive.  

Love is that one person out of 7 billion people, that one person you’d rather die than live without, that one person whose pain, whose happiness you feel just as strong. 

Sounds crazy to me. It’s crazy to want the hurt and heartache. It’s crazy to want someone constantly on your mind every second of every day. 

Everything about love is crazy, but we still want it. We still need it. We still obsess over it.  

Love is just an evanescent summer ’s day, seemingly forever but ruined in an instant by a passing storm. Love is just a butterfly fluttering, floating above a field of flowers, seemingly perfect but all of it gone with the seasons. 

Obsession is the strength to take that butterfly, that flower and press it into a book so its beauty stays forever. 

Obsession keeps love alive, no matter how much suffering, no matter how much time. Obsession never fades. Love fades, obsession keeps. 

 LISA  

 I had no clue what I’d do. It’s the kind of situation you never plan for, never expect to have to plan for. And even if you try, even if you think you know what you’ll do or how you’ll act, you find out that the truth is: You really don’t know yourself at all.  

I wait, sitting in that old ratty armchair of his. The orange one that was now stained brown. The one he refused to throw out no matter how much it reeked of alcohol and cigarettes. 

The pictures are still on the coffee table. I looked them over carefully, in some twisted morbid curiosity. The girl couldn’t be a day over 18 and she seemed to be enjoying herself, but in some fake, exaggerated way like she was in a porn video or she learned how to act when getting fucked from a porn video. 

And of course, it was missionary, the boring bastard. I’m not thinking about anything, not planning, not scheming. I’m not even angry. For the first time in a long while, my head is completely clear. Like some weird meditation, all I do is sit and wait.  

He strolls through the front door, whistling a tune. The balls on him. Relaxed and casual, as if he didn’t just come back from fucking his teenage whore. 

He looks at me once but doesn’t look twice. Even though, across my lap is a silver aluminum baseball bat. The same bat that we’ve kept by the front door for our protection, for just in case. 

Just in case of a robbery. Just in case of a home invasion. Just in case my scumbag husband decides to cheat on me. All those years, it sat unused. Until today. 

 I don’t know what was the last straw. The whistling, the nonchalant way he ignored me or maybe it was that shit-eating grin he had plastered on his smug face.  

But one second I’m sitting in the living room and the next, I’m tackling him like a football linebacker. Head down, shoulders square, straight into his unsuspecting back. 

He pitches forward, quite comically, crashing to the ground in a heap. All accompanied by a satisfactory crunch. And as I stood over him, something dark and violent emerged, something that wasn’t so clean and pure. 

 Something that I kept buried and hidden for years as the perfect housewife, the perfect stay at home mom. The funny thing is, he didn’t think I would do it. 

The whole time, the asshole looked up at me and just laughed, smirking in my face. That is, until the first swing of the bat came down on him. And goddamn, if it didn’t feel amazing. 

For me. Not for him. I can still picture that deliciously depraved moment when that cheesy smile of his gave way to a look of pain and confusion. Ohhh, god! This was it! That utterly satisfying feeling. 

Like the good fuck he was never able to give me .As I kept raining down blow after blow, his disbelief quickly turned into one of horror, crying for me to stop. But I didn’t. 

It only added to my wonderful, cathartic experience. And I savored every single wince, every little whimper, feeding off his pain. Finally, he could feel what I felt.  

All the abuse, all the suffocating agony from living under his oppressive rule. Finally, I could give it all back to him. Let me give you a piece of advice: it’s unhealthy to repress that much shit. So don’t. 

Unless one day, you might end up beating your douchebag husband half to death. After a good solid minute of getting his ass beat, he finally snatches an opportunity to escape. 

 As I take a breather, he scrambles towards the front door, running out onto the lawn. But he doesn’t get far. He’s not getting away. Not today. 

Cause right now, there’s a fucking animal inside me. I chase him down and knocking him to the grass, continuing my assault with the bat. I can’t seem to stop myself. Not that I want to.  

One part of me is filled with wrathful vengeance and the other looks on a spectator, as if I’m watching a horror movie. I really like horror movies. Suddenly, big fat hairy arms wrap around my waist, pulling me away from Donald. 

Donald my husband: The liar. The cheater. The piece of shit. God, I fucking hate him. Wrapped up in those thick arms, I struggle helplessly, flailing like a bug on it’s back. 

The man who’s gathered me up in a massive bearhug is Robert Carter, our nextdoor neighbor, with his wife Patty kneeling next to the crying Donald. Crying. Literally. Big crocodile tears. 

 What a disgusting faker, trying to squeeze sympathy out of our neighbors. I didn’t hit him all that hard. I think.




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Hi everyone! I'm Lilah May (well, you already know that).

I write steamy romance that will touch your heart (and your body <3) in all the right ways.

Ok, maybe it sounds a little corny but it's true! I make sure my books are full of hot and dirty scenes but still has that oh so important warm sentimental love.

Anywho, I'm just a girl with too many dirty thoughts going through her head and I thought I'd share them with all of you! Though I have to warn you: be prepared! These stunning alpha male heroes I write about are straight out of my fantasies: impossibly sexy, crazy dominant, and 110% guaranteed to make your knees weak.

So you better sit down, grab a towel and leave all your inhibitions at the door (along with your panties) because my books will make you melt and squirm with HEA love!

Side note: I like my cookies chewy and I've learned way too late in my life that I can microwave them for ten seconds to make them chewy again. I don't hate on crunchy, though. Cookies are cookies lol.

Oh, and also I'm a nurse so when I get my hands on a real good book, things can get incredibly dangerous! (That's a joke for all you stuffy wet blankets. I would never risk my patients. I love them!)

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★★★ Mica is 3! ★★★

June 22nd, 2014, Mica was released into the world and so began the saga that is the Rebel Wayfarers MC.


Title: Mica
Series: Rebel Wayfarers MC #1 
Author: MariaLisa deMora    
Genre: MC Romance
When Mica Scott moved into a quiet Chicago suburb, she wasn’t ready for what she found. Her new neighbor is bossy, kinda scary, and defines hotness. 

Sure, he’s a hunky alpha male, the kind most women secretly long for, but the man oozes danger. And Mica isn’t most women. After a chance encounter brings a new man to her door, Mica struggles to find a path between what she wants, and what she needs.

Mica was raised on a ranch in Northeast Texas. Life was hard, but not impossible...until she met her own personal nightmare one night at a rodeo. She escaped his abuse by putting things behind her, isolating herself by moving to Chicago for college and work.

Davis Mason is the hard-living president of the Rebel Wayfarers, a motorcycle club operating out of Chicago. With just one encounter, he becomes determined to keep Mica safe...whether she wants him to or not. 

He will use every asset in his control to manage Mica, while holding himself aloof from taking the one thing he really wants...her.

Daniel Rupert is a successful businessman. He owns a trucking company and a hockey team, for which he is the star forward. Meeting Mica and Mason when he helped foil an attempt on her life, he began working jointly with Mason to keep her safe. 

But unlike Mason, Daniel is not satisfied with a platonic relationship. He insinuates himself into Mica's life, and he only wants...everything.

Events escalate and Mica's very life hangs in the balance as old threats resurface and the men in her life scramble to keep her alive.

18+ due to explicit content.


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Raised in the south, MariaLisa learned about the magic of books at an early age. Every summer, she would spend hours in the local library, devouring books of every genre. 

Self-described as a book-a-holic, she says “I’ve always loved to read, but then I discovered writing, and found I adored that, too. For reading … if nothing else is available, I’ve been known to read the back of the cereal box.”

A hockey fan, hiker, gamer, and single mom of a special needs son, she embraces her inner geek and has been working in the tech field for a publishing company for a couple decades.

Music is a driving passion, and she says, “I love music of nearly any genre — jazz, country, rock, alt rock, metal, classical, bluegrass, rap, hip hop … you name it, I listen to it. 

I can often be seen dancing through the house in the early mornings. But I really, REALLY love live music. 

My favorite thing with music is seeing bands in small, dive bars [read:small, intimate venues]. If said bar [venue] has a good selection of premium tequila,then that’s a plus!”





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