Greetings, Delilah fans…
Today I’m sharing a sexy excerpt from my brand-new release, the erotic romance Hollywood Honkytonk. It’s a full-length novel starring Jack, a rising Hollywood star, and Riley, a country songwriter on the run from her douchebag ex. Together, Jack and Riley dodge paparazzi and battle their insecurities, finding love and lust in La La Land.
Hollywood Honkytonk is a standalone read and book two in my Kings of California series. These steamy books star the Lamont brothers, three sun-kissed boys from the Golden State. The Beach Boys may have sung about California girls, but let me tell you…California boys? *sigh* Just as dreamy.
To celebrate the release of Hollywood Honkytonk, I’m giving away a signed paperback copy of book one in the series, Deep Down. I’m also giving away a travel sized tube of “Better Than Sex” mascara from Two Faced. Is it really better than sex? I’ll let you decide. You can enter the giveaway below.
Thanks for reading!
Excerpt from Hollywood Honkytonk…
“Tell me something,” she said.
“What?”
She shut her eyes, feeling like a high schooler. “Have you been thinking about me?”
“The truth?”
“I usually prefer the truth. As a rule.”
“Every waking moment. I’m having trouble keeping on task. Spacing out in the middle of interviews.” When she giggled, he feigned offense. “Don’t laugh at me. It’s bad.”
“What have you been thinking about?”
His voice sobered. “You’re a good girl, Riley. You don’t want to know what I’ve been thinking about.”
Riley turned off her bedside lamp and slid down deeper into the covers. “Tell me.”
“Are you serious?”
She’d never had phone sex. “Do you want to know what I’m wearing?”
“I don’t care what you’re wearing,” he said. “You’re naked underneath. That’s all that matters.”
Riley laughed softly. “So tell me.”
He said nothing for a long time. She heard his breathing over the phone, soft and even. “All right, if you really want to know.” His voice got deeper, hardening into dominance. “Do what I tell you. Everything. Understand?”
Her heartbeat sped up. “Yes.”
“Close your eyes. Touch two fingertips to your lips. Rub them back and forth—slowly. Very slowly.”
She did it. The intimate touch forced her to focus. Her fingertips were warm and dry. Her lips were delicate, filled with nerve endings that tingled as she brushed her skin gently, back and forth like he said.
“Those are my fingers,” he said. “I’m touching your mouth. I’m there with you.”
And like magic, in Riley’s brain, Jack appeared in her bed. Stretched out beside her, propped up on one elbow, looking down on her as he touched her lips.
“What are you wearing?” she whispered.
“What’s this obsession with clothing?” A little impatience touched his words. “Nothing. I’m fucking naked. Can you picture that?”
God, could she.
“Focus, sweetheart,” he said. “Are you still touching your lips?”
“Yes.”
“Good girl. Open your mouth slowly. Just a little. Press your thumb right in the middle of your lips.”
She did it.
“Now,” he said. “Rub the tip of your tongue against your thumb. Lick it. Make it wet.”
Jack’s voice filled the darkness. Heat suffused her body, gathering between her legs. Her pussy tingled as she licked her thumb. The light salt of her own skin made her mouth water.
“Rub that wetness over your bottom lip for me. Make it smooth and slippery.”
She dragged the wet tip of her thumb over the sensitive flesh.
“Are your eyes still closed?” he asked.
“Yes.” She struggled for breath, turned-on beyond all logic.
“Good,” he whispered. His voice was rough. “That’s my cock. Right there. Sliding along your pretty pink lips. Imagine it. Can you taste me, gorgeous?” Deep under the power of his voice, Riley heard the faint sound of him unbuckling his belt and pulling down his fly. “You make me so fucking hard, sweetheart.”
Her imagination went wild. Jack sitting in the shadows, slouched in an arm chair, shirtsleeves rolled back, his big dick in his hand—the image summoned a fresh rush of heat between Riley’s legs. She moaned. He was thousands of miles away. How did he make her feel this way?
“Now take off your clothes,” he commanded.
HOLLYWOOD HONKYTONK
Can their love survive the limelight?
With nothing but her dog, her guitar, and her cowboy boots, songwriter Riley Marion arrives in Los Angeles on the run from her abusive ex. A quiet job teaching music sounds perfect, but her low-key lifestyle is threatened when she reunites with a sexy old flame—now an up-and-coming celebrity who’s constantly dogged by paparazzi.
Charming and driven, Jack Lamont is a Hollywood actor on the rise to stardom. Ready to outgrow his playboy reputation, he’s happy to leave the hard partying to his entourage. Romantic entanglements? Jack’s not interested. At least, not until he gets tangled up with the one who got away—a smoking-hot woman whose memory has haunted him for the last ten years.
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About the Author
Award-winning author Mia Hopkins writes lush romances starring fun, sexy characters who love to get down and dirty. She’s a sucker for working class heroes, brainy heroines and wisecracking best friends. She lives in the heart of Los Angeles with her roguish husband and waggish dog.
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