Tuesday, December 6, 2016

Release Blitz - Hit Man by Michele Mannon + Giveaway!

Title: Hit Man
Series: Deadliest Lies #3
Author: Michele Mannon
Genre: Sexy Romantic Suspense
Release Date: December 6, 2016

He always gets what he wants. 

The seasoned seducer, who probably charms the panties off of every woman he meets. Diego is handsome. Arrogant. Dangerous. Far more dangerous than anyone I've ever met. 

And with one look from across a crowded room he has me; hook line and sinker, I'm his for the night. 

Diego is not a man to mess with, I know that. I just can't seem to resist his kiss, his touch. But can I trust him with my heart, with my body? 

I'm being hunted for something I may or may not have seen, and Diego is my only way out of a world of death and destruction. 

If only I can believe his dark promises.

Warning ~ Spice Level HOT - 

 I pause to take one more glance at the river pool below.
And that’s when I see him. -

A tall, dark-haired man in a suit, who has moved into the empty room and is standing over by the burning fireplace. Surprise, surprise. He’s dressed for a party. Seems we’re not the only early arrivals. -

Where did he come from? -

There’s enough natural light that, despite the power outage, I get a good look at him. -

God created man. And then God created man. And even from this angle, this guy is as hot as they come. -

Midlength midnight black locks of hair tumble haphazardly across his face, covering his eyes and obscuring his forehead and eyes. Bedhead, like he’s just woken up. -

Except his brisk, calculated movements suggest otherwise. His manner’s rugged, powerful, full of purpose. I’m struck by his handsome profile, the perfectly straight aquiline nose, high cheekbones, and firm, no-nonsense chin. -

He’s tan, like he spends a lot of time outdoors, his skin the color of café con leche, heavy on the foam. Lickable. -

And his body . . . Lord have mercy, his hands have moved to unbutton his jacket, like he’s ready to show me exactly what’s hidden beneath his finely tailored suit. -

He takes off his suit jacket and lays it across a plush white sofa before unfastening the buttons on his blue dress shirt. One button . . . five buttons . . . eight. -

What on earth is he doing? -

I watch, fascinated, as he kicks off his shoes and strips off his shirt. I’m speechless, probably because my mouth’s gone dry at the sight of his bare chest. -

My word, the man is built, with a boxer’s body. Hard in all the right places. A firm, muscled chest. Well-defined arms with thick biceps. -

Eight-pack abs that flex as he shifts on his feet.
And oh . . . he’s still moving, unzipping the fly of his pants and shimmying out of the expensively tailored material. -

He’s not going to . . . yep, he certainly is.
I gasp as his slacks hit the floor. -


SET UP: Aubrey has returned to her private bungalow, a bit tipsy and feeling slightly off-center after the party she’d been at has abruptly ended because someone fell off the ope- concept infinity dance floor. She’s noticed Diego…twice before. - 

 I stretch my arms forward for balance and zombie-walk in the darkness toward my bed, which is furthest from the door. - 

 Alone. - 

 Light of head, light in spirit. - 

 Feeling reckless. - 

 What I should be doing instead of the zombie walk is the walk of shame. Where did the handsome hunk with Superman’s buns disappear to? Maybe he’s in a bungalow close by? Do I want him to be in the bungalow close by . . . within proximity to me and my lustful thoughts? - 

 Do I dare seek him out? - 

 My heart races at the naughty idea. Tomorrow. When your head is clearer you can re strategize the perfect introduction. - 

 I inhale deeply and move over to the side of my bed. A wonderfully tantalizing hint of citrus fills in the air. The maids must have sprayed some kind of orange-infused air freshener layered with a hint of spice. - 

 Bringing the outdoors inside. And I plan to do the same because since I can’t gaze at the stars, I’ve decided to dream about them. - 

 Stars and oranges and sexy bad boys. - 

 The bedside light abruptly turns on. - 

 I squeal and jump, my mouth falling open with disbelief. Temptation is here . . . tonight . . . in my bed. - 

 “Oh,” I hear myself gasp. - 

 Seconds pass as his eyes rake over me, down to my toes and back up to my face. - 

All I can do is stare at him, falling into stunned silence. - 

 “You’ve got a beautiful body, chavita.” - 

 Naked. I’m naked. I immediately fold an arm across my chest and hang a hand in front of my crotch. “What are you doing in here?” I murmur. Up close, he’s even more gorgeous. Breathtakingly so, with lips plump for kissing and eyes the color of caramel. - 

 Except they’re the opposite of sweet. - 

 Naughty, come-play-with-me eyes. - 

 Do I want to play? Be daring, be bold? I did a few seconds ago . . . - 

 “Did you have too much to drink? Wander into the wrong bungalow?” I mean, pinch me, please. Things like this don’t happen to me. My life is rather predictable. Boring, perhaps. - 

 “I’m waiting for you.” - 

 He pulls back the crisp white bed sheet. - 

 Lord have mercy but do I need another shot. Liquid courage. Drunken bravado. - 

 Whatever. The sheet settles around his waist and I’m treated to a mouthwatering display of muscled chest. My gaze drops lower to the taut plains and valleys of his abs. And lower still . . . to the prominent bulge highlighted against the thin cotton material. - 

 He’s naked. - 

 My lips part in surprise. - 

 “That’s for you, chava.” Oh my God. He knows exactly the effect he has on me, doesn’t he? - 

 “I don’t remember inviting you in.” - 

 “Don’t you? I could have pushed your lovely body up against that window, hiked up your skimpy red dress, and taken you right there, in front of all those dancers. - 

 And guess what, you’d have begged me to do it.” - 

 I blink. - 

 There’s confidence and there’s arrogance. Even if what he’s saying is true . . . - 

“You playing hard to get?” he murmurs. Yet his tone is firm, no-nonsense. - 

 “Hard to get . . . no . . .” - 

 “Then come here.” - 

 I don’t move. Hell, I can’t. My head’s spinning as fast as my heart’s pounding. His bold proposition is tempting . . . so tempting . . . - 

 No one will know. But you. And him. - 

 He sighs, sitting up in bed and folding the sheet back. With slow, smoothly deliberate movements, he slides out of bed to stand before me. - 

 But he looks past me to the painting on the wall. “I’m not fucking you with un campo lleno de vacas watching us.” Moving around me, he scoops up my red dress and tosses it at the picture. It snags on the wooden frame, completely covering the pastoral scene. - 

 “Much better,” he informs me, the tone of his voice less of a rumble and more at a normal pitch. - 

 “You’re awfully presumptuous.” - 

 “Tell me to leave and I will.” - 

 I bite my lip. Isn’t it so much easier with him going all alpha on me? - 

“Sí?” - 

 I pause in indecision. A feeling as foreign to me as discovering a guy so hot, so far removed from my world, my realm of possibility, is in my bed, where I want him to stay. - 

 He gives me a lopsided grin. - 

 A killer grin, with a little dimple that causes butterflies to flutter about inside my stomach. - 

 A seasoned seducer, who probably charms the panties off every woman he meets. I mean, just look at him. Of course he does. - 

 Yet it’s the hunger in his eyes as he rakes his gaze over me that does me in. “You want me?” he asks as our eyes collide. - 

 What is life truly without a few regrets? The rational part of me understands this, that if I fuck this gorgeous man, that’s what he’ll be. A regret. Yet the wild, recently liberated side of me, whispers, Do it. Make him the best regret ever. - 

 “Yes,” I say, a little breathlessly. Okay, a whole lotta breathlessly. - 

 He really does smile this time, the kind that causes tiny creases to form around his eyes. “Good. Now touch me.” -

Rogue: A Sexy Spy Thriller 
(Deadliest Lies #1)

My lover is dead. - 

 And they think I killed him. - 

 I'm running rogue. Hell bent on both revenge and redemption. Whatever it takes, I'm going to finish a job that began nine months ago. An unauthorized assignment that turned horribly, devastatingly wrong. - 

 My miscalculation. My fault. My heart left shattered into incomplete pieces which will never wholly fit back together again. - 

 But first I have to outsmart my former organization and the hired killer they've sent after me; a killer who knows my every move, who’s been inside my head, my heart, and my dreams. - 

 I'm the traitor, Kylie. The rogue mercenary. Jaxson's newest assignment. And this is our love story. -

Mercenary: A Sexy Action-Packed Alpha Romance 
(Deadliest Lies #2)

Sometimes in life, choices just aren't part of the plan. When fate interferes and bulldozes right over you. - 

 That's how I felt the first time I saw him. Standing in my kitchen, soaking wet, hotter than a man has the right to be, and holding a knife. - 

 Declan's cold, stone-cold. I can't help but want him. His presence stirs up some raw emotion within me. He seems so...alone. But is he here to kill me or save me? - He's the one man I should never want...and the one I can never forget. -

Michele Mannon creates characters who are far from perfect; who are likely to be knee-deep in trouble, heart-first in love and at wits’ end when life unexpectedly, unequivocally turns to hell. 

Her debut series, Worth the Fight, received two Romantic Times Magazine Top Picks. 

Hit Man is the third book in her sexy romantic suspense series, Deadliest Lies and features the most seductive “big-boom” mercenary of them all…Diego. 

Michele lives in Pennsylvania but likes traveling to exotic places, including the NJ shore. 

She’s fond of Skinny Cinnamon Dolce Lattes, quick-witted, Irish-accented men, a good story, and lots and lots of laughter. 

For more information about Michele, please visit her website: http://www.michelemannon.com


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