Friday, September 26, 2014

Xpresso Presents~ Cynthia Sax's Sinful Rewards 3 Book Blitz & Giveaway!

Welcome to my post on Cynthia Sax's Sinful Rewards 3 Book Blast & Giveaway presented by Xpresso Book Tours.

Please welcome Cynthia Sax to my blog! Cynthia Sax writes scorching hot contemporary erotic romances with hunky billionaires and bad boy bikers. Her latest release is Sinful Rewards, a riveting 12 novella serial from Avon. 

Where does Sinful Rewards take place?
Sinful Rewards takes place in Chicago. It could only take place there. The city is another character in the story, as with many of the characters in Sinful Rewards, Chicago has a bad boy history it is trying to overcome. When we think of this city, we often think of Al Capone, baseball scandals, ethically challenged politicians, yet it is a vibrant, wonderful place, one of my favorite cities in the world.

What is your favorite scene in Sinful Rewards?
My favorite scene is the first time Bee sees Hawke, the tattooed biker. She gazes through the telescope and spots him standing on his balcony completely naked. I love this scene because it is sexy, a bit shocking, and says so much about both Bee AND Hawke. My second favorite scene is when Bee meets Nicolas, the billionaire. She has a fantasy of what this first meeting will be and the reality is quite different. Nicolas isn’t following anyone’s script!

Yes, I’m a softie for first glances/first meetings.  

Are the men in your stories your ideal? Are they based on someone? 
The men in my stories are often very broken. Yes, some of them (like Blaine in He Watches Me and Nicolas in Sinful Rewards) are billionaires and having that level of wealth is definitely a fantasy of mine, but they’re a bit messed up. There’s a reason they haven’t already fallen in love. 

I suppose I must base my characters off of someone. I often compare writing to dreaming. Dreams come from our own brains yet we have little control over the characters appearing in them, what they look like or what they do. 

Which writers inspire or motivate you?
Wow. This is a tough question because there are so many writers who have helped me. I exchange daily ‘get-your-butt-in-the-chair-and-write’ emails with Christine d’Abo, J.K. Coi, Amy Ruttan and Wylie Snow. Shelly Bell is a fellow erotic romance at Avon and we exchange tips almost daily. N.J. Walters and Zenobia Renquist are two of the many other writers I virtually hang out with.  I had dinner with Opal Carew recently and she is one of the most generous writers in Romanceland. Molly O’Keefe recommended my agent to me. The list goes on and on.

What is something that your fans may be surprised to hear about you?
Like many writers, I’m an introvert. I love watching people but I have to constantly remind myself to say something, to be involved. I’m also naturally shy around strangers so I tell myself everyone is a beloved friend. This is why I often share my life story with the cashiers at grocery stores. (sheepish grin)

Title: Sinful Rewards 3
Author: Cynthia Sax
Series: A Billionaires and Bikers #3
Published by: Avon Impulse
Publication date: September 16th 2014
Genres: Adult, Romance

Bee Carter’s carefully constructed world is tumbling down around her designer knockoff heels. Pleasing others isn’t working for this small-town fashionista. Bee decides to throw caution to the Chicago wind for one night and release her inner bad girl, accepting a sexy challenge from an unknown texter, exploring the backseat of a limousine with gorgeous billionaire Nicolas, and entering a rough, tough biker bar with the mysterious Hawke.

Two hot men, one wicked night. When this good girl goes wild, who will make her erotic dreams come true—the enigmatic billionaire or the tattooed bad boy?

Buy Links:
Amazon: Sinful Rewards 3: A Billionaires and Bikers Novella
Barnes & Noble

One moment, Hawke is holding me in the elevator car. The next moment, he’s laying me on my bed. I don’t know how we got here, how he accessed the condo, or found my room, and I don’t care. 

His rugged face hovers above mine. I curl my fingers over his shoulders and lift myself upward, capturing his mouth. My big man doesn’t move, doesn’t speak, allowing me to explore the outline of his lips, learning every swell, every indent. I push into his wet heat, claiming him as I wish he’d claim me.

Hawke hesitates for a heartbeat longer and then crushes me to him, his tongue twirling around mine, his teeth grinding against my lips. He’s ravenous for me, devouring my desire, filling my mouth. Only a fraction of his weight is supported by his arms. His chest, hips, ridge in his jeans press downward, pinning me to the mattress, trapping me underneath him.

This is what I want. I drag my fingernails over his scalp, his short hair offering him no protection from my sweet assault. I want Hawke to hold me and never let me go. I dig red crescents into his skin, marking him, as he sucks on my bottom lip, the tug exciting me.

“Not now,” he mutters as though reminding himself.

“Yes, now.” I gaze up at him, no doubts in my heart, in my soul. “I’m aching for you, Hawke.” I bend my knees, hiking my skirt up. “Feel how wet, how slick I am.” I push my hips upward and shamelessly grind my scent into his hardness. “You make me this way. I want this. I want you.”

His eyes blaze, lightning bolts streaking across a blue sky. “You’re torturing me, Belinda.” Hawke shudders, his broad shoulders shaking. “Testing my control.” He unfastens my corset’s front hooks, loosening my confines, freeing me. “I need you so badly.” He spreads the fabric.

“Then take me.” I cradle his hips between my bare legs, holding him to me. “Fill me with your big cock. Ride me hard.” I rub along him, savoring his length and girth. “Make me yours.” In the back of my mind, I know this is wrong, yet it feels so right. He feels right.

“Not tonight.” Hawke’s voice is firm. He brushes the credit card, limo chit, passcard off my skin, his scarred knuckles skimming across me, the friction between us lighting fires in my soul.

“But soon.” My badass biker drags his mouth between my breasts, leaving a stubble-stimulated trail, and I squirm under him, needing more. 

“Soon, I’ll take you.” He squeezes my curves together, deepening the valley he’s exploring, his rough grip titillating me. 

“I’ll fill that slick, wet pussy of yours.” Hawke gives me the dirty words I require, pleasing the pervert in me. 

“Fuck you hard until you come, until you scream my name.” He nips the curve of my left breast and my body jerks, the twinge of pain unexpected and arousing. 

“You’ll make me come.” I run my hands down his cotton-covered sides, relishing how his muscles ripple under my fingertips, his torso finely honed, as solid as rock. “You’ll give me what I yearn for.”

Author Bio:

Some girls dreamed of knights in shining armor. Cynthia Sax dreamed of dragons, magnificent flying dragons. Being a bloodthirsty little thing, Cynthia usually dreamed of these dragons eating the damsels in distress. Now, she dreams of them doing... ahhh... more pleasurable things. Cynthia is happily married. Although her hubby has not yet shown any shapeshifting abilities, he does buy her medieval princess costumes to wear around the house. Cynthia's rather traditional mother-in-law now always calls before visiting.

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Blitz-wide giveaway:
Open internationally - Ends Oct 7th
$25 Amazon gift card

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