August 22, 2018

EXCERPT REVEAL: Big Deck (Big Sexy Series #1) By, Remy Rose

Today we are celebrating the release of BIG DECK by Remy Rose. It is the first book in the Big Sexy Series and the second book in the series, SEXY MOTHER FAKER, will release August 28th! The series is being published by Jack's House Publishing.

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BIG DECK by Remy Rose

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Synopsis:

He has all the right tools…and the skill to use them.

Need a carpenter who has all the right tools and the skill to use them? Look no further than me, Jackson Decker…otherwise known as Big Deck. I’ll let you guess how I may have inherited that nickname. Spoiler alert: it’s not just because I’m 6’5″. I take care of my female clients in many ways. I’ve got tools, and I’ve got rules: three seconds, tops, for hugs. No going on dates. No staying overnight. And absolutely no letting anyone mess with my heart. I’m yours for the duration of the project. And then, it’s over. Most women find it difficult to say goodbye, and sometimes it’s hard for me, too—literally. See what I just did there? But that’s the way it has to be, and I’ve always been able to handle it. Until Madeline Callaway.

 **** I was only looking to get a big bathroom, not a big man, since I’ve sworn off relationships after being cheated on. But when Jack Decker showed up at my door with his jaw-dropping sex appeal and huge…um, workboots, I found myself wanting his hands on more than just my bathroom fixtures. I wasn’t prepared for how he’d make me laugh, blush, swoon…ache. Will I be able to follow our agreement of insanely hot, no-strings sex, keep my emotions in check and let Jack go once he’s done the renovation? Or will I need him to return and repair the hole in my heart?    

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Excerpt

Chapter 1~ Jack

July 10

Want someone who can screw?

Drill?

Nail?

Pound?

Look no further than me, Jackson Decker, of Decker Renovation. I do all that and more. Some people might call me a handyman, but Im not much into that title. For me, that label always conjures up a guy with a beer gut and his ass crack peeking over saggy jeans as hes squatting down fixing leaky faucets. I prefer the term renovation specialist, although James Taylor did have a nice angle on the whole handyman thing.

I dig taking care of my clients, leaving things better than they were before. Sometimes, even leaving people better than they were before.

I get to make people happy, and I like that.

Like the song says, theyll come running to me. Ive been kicking ass with the businessIve even been toying around with the idea of expanding, maybe adding a crew, but Ive only been at this a couple of years, and Im not sure its what I want to do with the rest of my life. I thought I knew before, but things took a detour. Honestly, Im okay with detours, because sometimes you find your way when you go off the beaten path, if that makes any sense. It didnt to my father, but I learned that its more important to be happy with my own decisions than to please him.

Shit, Im getting too philosophical for a beauty of a day like this one. Perfect Maine weather: clear, bright blue sky with just a few cotton-ball clouds here and there, seventy-two degrees, and a hint of a breeze. Ive got the windows to my truck rolled down, partly because Im not a fan of AC and partly because I want to smell the salt air. Im driving to meet a new client in Surrybathroom remodel. We spoke on the phone a couple of weeks ago. First impressionif phone call first impressions countwas that shes polite, cool, and high maintenance. I sometimes make a game out of predicting what a client will look like, and for Ms. Madeline Callaway, Im picturing thirty-ish. Tall, thin, pale skin. Dark hair, probably in a bun most of the time. More angles than curves. Well see if Im right.

I always get a kick out of womens reactions when they first lay eyes on me. They usually look surprised, almost startled, probably because they were expecting someone who looks like the ass-crack guy I described earlier. Some of them get flustered and have trouble looking me in the eye. They think I dont see them resting their gaze on my mouth, darting their eyes across my chest, or glancing at my crotch and blushing. Jesus, that always gets to mewhen women try to hide that they want me. Like theyre back in high school, glowing with innocence but burning with want. I love that.

Being a renovation specialist has some key fringe benefits.

Back to the making-people-happy thing. That most definitely includes women, and Im talking beyond oh Jack, I love what you did with the tile in the foyer. If the female client and I are both into the idea of hooking upand Im talking single women only, by the way. Id never park my truck in someone elses garageIm more than willing to take out my special tool.

But even though I want things to be fun for both of us, there have to be rules. Three seconds, tops, for hugs. Any longer than that, it starts to feel too intimate and gives both of us the wrong idea. Also, no going on dates, no staying overnight, and no letting anyone mess with my heart. I make it clear, right from the start, this is how it has to be.

Its all about self-preservation.

So far, the keep-Jack-safe plan has worked out well. Its never boring, thats for damned sure. Varietys the spice of life, right? I keep my optionsand my eyeswide open.

I dont really have a typeIm attracted to all different kinds of women: sleek brunettes, spiky redheads, curly blondes. Curvy, tiny, bold, shy. I dig both the softness and fierceness of women, the depth of their feeling and the strength of their resolve. I love to flirt and shock them a little with my bluntness. But Im all about respect along with good fun. I have no tolerance for guys who mistreat women in any way, and Ive gotten into some nasty scrapes in bars defending women I dont even know. Those women are somebodys daughter, wife, mother, sister. I consider women to be goddesses, and they should be treated as such.

I love getting to know their scents, the feel of their skin under my hands, what makes them gasp. I love the moment when I hook my thumbs in the waistband of their panties, just before sliding them downthe intake of breath from both of us, the anticipation of what her pussy will look like, taste like. One of my favorite things to do is go down on a woman, especially when shes bare and glistening pink so I can see it all, lick every quivering millimeter of her. It sometimes feels like its going to kill me, when Im eating her and listening to the sounds shes making, wanting to bury myself deep inside her.But getting high from making her squirm Pleasing a woman like that is the best kind of ecstasy there is. And I dont care how much a girl might protest my going down there or act like shes too pure for itonce she feels what my tongue can do, shes pretty much putty in my hands.

Little renovation humor there with the putty reference.

I can get a sense pretty quickly of who wants to be made love to and who wants to be fucked hard. For most of them, its a combination.

I can do that.




SEXY MOTHER FAKER by Remy Rose - Releasing August 28

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Synopsis:

When faking it becomes aching for it

Damon They say a bachelor with a big “vessel” is a babe magnet. And you know what? They aren’t wrong. But the CEO of the family yacht company (a.k.a. my mother) is rocking my boat, demanding I bed and wed the heiress of one of our biggest competitors. If my mother doesn’t get her way and decides to fire me, I forfeit millions in trust fund money. So there’s that. Salvation comes in the form of Delaney Brewster, who just happens to need an investor. In exchange, she agrees to help me stave off Mommie Dearest by pretending to be my girlfriend. It’s a crazy faking idea, but even crazier? My heart is telling me that spunky, sexy Delaney could be the real deal.

Delaney It’s not an overstatement to say my 9-to-5 equates to lying underneath a hairy fat guy and faking an orgasm. I desperately want to start my own business, but my cash flow…isn’t. Until Damon Cavanaugh makes me an offer my bank account can’t refuse. Pretending to be his girlfriend should be easy, since I’ve sworn off serious relationships. And let’s face it, he’s easy on the eyes. But the more I get to know Damon, the less it feels like acting. And when his mother steps up the pressure, the gloves—and the masks—have to come off, exposing the one thing I swore to protect…my heart.

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AUTHOR INFORMATION:

By day, Remy Rose is a pure-as-snow teacher, but by night, she tucks the teacher away to release her alter ego of romance author. Remy shares many things about her outside life with students, but this isn’t (ever going to be) one of them. A writer since the age of ten, she’s traded her spiral bound notebook and yellow beanbag chair for a MacBook Air and desk, but her love of the craft is still the same. Her first women’s contemporary novel was represented by a New York agent, and she’ll never forget the day she got that phone call while in the bedding section of Target. Remy is thrilled to be part of Jack’s House, is brimming with ideas for future books, and got a kick out of writing this in third person. For more information about Remy, please “Like” her on Facebook and follow her on Twitter, Instagram and Goodreads. Remy loves hearing from her readers. Email her directly at authorremyrose@gmail.com.  

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