New Orleans Lover, By Lush Jones. Book Tour ,Review + Giveaway.

Virtual Book Tour Dates: 2/9/15 – 3/9/15

                                         Genres: Erotica

Blurb:
Mary Jane has given up on men when she reluctantly travels to New Orleans for a weekend getaway with girlfriends. Stubborn and determined to steer clear of trouble, she’s sealed her sensuality under lock and key. Fate intervenes, however, with a chance to rediscover her sexual self. She will encounter three spirits – each one with an erotic test that will compel her to confront deeply held inhibitions and fears. She accepts the challenge and embarks on a decadent, daring, and unforgettable journey into paranormal pleasure.


Excerpt:
“You’re here on a journey,” Driver explained. “You’re not the person you want to be, Mary Jane. You try to pretend you don’t want certain things or don’t need them—and you’d probably be content to fool yourself into thinking that your job and your DVR are enough to make a good life for many more years. But you’re wrong.”
Mary Jane felt her stomach lurch.
“You’ve got a lot more to offer life and life has a lot more to offer you—but you can’t attain your potential unless you open yourself up to real emotions.”
“Oh, really? Like love?” Mary Jane snorted, willing herself to ignore the creeping sense of dread Driver’s words were inspiring. “I tried love once. It lasted six years and gave me heartburn.”
Driver grabbed both of her hands, exasperated. “No. You didn’t try love. You tried marriage. Not always the same thing. You’ve tried to push down the human side of you for so long nobody can get in. And now, no ordinary man is going to be enough to release it.”
“So I’m beyond hope?” Mary Jane asked bitterly.
“Oh no,” Driver reassured her. “But you’re going to need some extra assistance.” In answer to her skeptical glance, he explained, “Sometimes, in order to be human, you need to mix with the not-quite-human.”
“Huh?”
“The storm was no accident, Mary Jane. Your friends won’t get here for hours, because there are other people you need to meet today. Well,” he paused, “not exactly people.”
“Who am I meeting?”
He took a deep breath. “Today, Mary Jane, you will encounter three spirits.”
“You’ve got to be kidding. Three spirits? Don’t you mean ghosts?” Her words were more sarcastic than she’d intended.
“No,” Driver replied, a slight grin pulling at the edges of his mouth. “Not all spirits are ghosts, as you’ll find out. But they all have something to teach you, as long as you’re willing to learn.”
Mary Jane’s head grew heavy, Driver’s words too bizarre for her to comprehend. She rubbed her temple and muttered, “And these spirits are going to teach me what? Love?”
“No,” Driver chuckled. “We’re not starting with love. You’re not ready yet. Today’s lesson is about sex.”
“Three spirits are going to teach me about sex?” Mary Jane didn’t bother moderating the sarcasm in her tone this time. The entire conversation was making her dizzy.
“Basically.” Driver moved closer and she found herself fascinated by the droplets of moisture collecting on the muscles of his chest. “It’s hard to embrace life if you squash the very part of you designed for pleasure. You might even say that sex is life. And you need to stop pretending to be dead.”
Now inches away, he tugged at the hem of her sweater, using the fabric to pull her closer. When she didn’t resist, he lifted an eyebrow, as if asking for permission.
She should be outraged, should yank her sweater out of his hot fingers and walk away. Yet she did nothing to stop him and as he continued to stare with a questioning glance, she shrugged. “Do I even have a choice about this journey?”
Driver slid his fingers into the gap between her sweater hem and her jeans, his warm touch a shock against her skin, sending an instant jolt down to her very core. Somewhere, buried beneath a pair of cotton bikinis, the flesh between her thighs tingled.
“Mary Jane, I already told you. Everything is a choice, and you made yours at the airport this morning. The only thing you have to do now is sit back and enjoy the ride.”

                         MY REVIEW:

★★★★
Mary Jane has withdrawn into herself since her divorce.  She just goes to work then spends all weekend in her pyjamas .This weekend  two weeks before Christmas her old college room mates have persuaded her to meet them in New Orleans . They are determined she is going to let her hair down for once.
Mary Jane is anxiously waiting for them in the airport, when they call to say they are delayed.
Now she is in the city alone. The taxi driver that picks her up takes her on a very especial journey. 

She gets to meet three very different spirits of Christmas

. An erotic Christmas Carol. This was an amusing ,slightly kinky story . Mary Jane is taken on a journey to discover herself. 

Buy Link:
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About the Author:
Lush Jones is a Texas writer of erotica, fantasy, and anything in between. She wrote her first racy story at the tender age of 14, although the details were somewhat lacking. Fortunately, her imagination has improved since then. She loves New Orleans, red wine, and men who love ballsy women.


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Giveaway:
Win 1 of 3 $20 Amazon gift cards on the New Orleans Lover: A Creole Christmas Book Tour & Giveaway by Lush Jones! Open WW, enter 2/9/15 – 3/9/15.


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New Orleans Lover by Lush Jones. +GIVEAWAY.

Virtual Book Tour Dates: 11/26/14 – 12/24/14
Genres: Erotica

Blurb:
Mary Jane has given up on men when she reluctantly travels to New Orleans for a weekend getaway with girlfriends. Stubborn and determined to steer clear of trouble, she’s sealed her sensuality under lock and key. Fate intervenes, however, with a chance to rediscover her sexual self. She will encounter three spirits – each one with an erotic test that will compel her to confront deeply held inhibitions and fears. She accepts the challenge and embarks on a decadent, daring, and unforgettable journey into paranormal pleasure.
 
Excerpt:
Mary Jane gulped. Placing the strap of her purse firmly over her shoulder, she inhaled a hefty draft of cool air into her lungs. Here goes nothing. Then she walked up the sidewalk, toward the front door of the book shop.
An unseen bell jangled as she opened the door and quickly looked around. The shop was jammed with shelves, but there wasn’t another person in sight. Not even an employee came forward as she stepped inside and strolled cautiously down an aisle. The air welcomed her, though, with the deliciously familiar scent of paper and ink.
Books.
The smell was comfortingly consistent; just like the public library or the Barnes and Noble near her house, and to Mary Jane’s nose, more enticing than freshly baked cookies. She let her fingers trail down a neatly arranged row of novels, the perfectly straight spines smooth to her touch. Passing a display of cookbooks, she turned down another aisle.
Ghosts of New Orleans read the spidery silver script on an oval-shaped purple cardboard sign. She stopped, glancing at the titles. Glossy and unspoiled, the book jackets begged to be picked up and read. She stroked one cover, a black and white photograph of the French Quarter from the 1920s, but she didn’t remove it from the shelf. She read the words Historical Hauntings from another, the bold crimson printing catching her eyes. Then she saw a small black clothbound book, jacketless. Ghost Lover, the ornate embossed gold lettering in the worn cover proclaimed. She reached out her right hand, intending flip through a few pages.
“Excellent taste, young lady,” The voice made Mary Jane jump. She dropped her hand and whirled around.
He was tall and sandy-haired, with hawk-like eyebrows that dominated his almond-shaped brown eyes, tiny crows’ feet fanning out from the corners. Well-shaped lips curled in amusement at her shock. “Did I surprise you?” he asked in a flawlessly articulated English accent, sounding rather like the headmaster of an expensive private school.
“Yes,” Mary Jane answered defensively, her fingers itching as if the impulse to touch the book had burned her.
“Go ahead,” the man urged. “Pick it up, it’s an intriguing story.”
Mary Jane glanced back at the book, small and faded, so nondescript. Yet she had an overwhelming desire to shove it in her purse and run out of the bookshop.
“Books have that effect on people, don’t they? The urge to escape into fiction can be rather overwhelming.” His voice was rich, like a heavy drizzle of caramel, and Mary Jane couldn’t help but look up at him again. He narrowed his eyes even as he smiled, and proffered his hand. “Barrett Stone, at your service.”
“Nice to meet you, Mr. Stone.”
His eyes flickered as he looked her up and down. “No need to be so formal, Mary Jane. You can call me Barrett.”
Oh shit. “Are you…? Are you one of the…?” She let her voice trail into a whisper, to his very visible amusement. “Are you one of the spirits?”
He nodded slowly and with one large hand, he plucked the book from the shelf and handed it to Mary Jane. “Here, this is yours to keep. Now,” he offered her his elbow, “I hope you’ll do me the honor of accompanying me.” It was not a question.
Mary Jane accepted the book and slid it inside her purse before placing her hand on his arm, deceptively strong beneath the elegant tailoring of his suit coat. “Where are we going?” She was almost afraid to ask, but Driver’s words reverberated in her head. Don’t be afraid to be scared.
She hoped his advice was right.
 
Buy Link:
Amazon
 
About the Author:
Lush Jones is a Texas writer of erotica, fantasy, and anything in between. She wrote her first racy story at the tender age of 14, although the details were somewhat lacking. Fortunately, her imagination has improved since then. She loves New Orleans, red wine, and men who love ballsy women.
 
Connect With The Author:
Website
Blog
Pinterest
Twitter
 
Giveaway:
Enter to win one of three $25 Amazon gift cards on the New Orleans Lover Tour & Giveaway! Open WW, this giveaway will run 11/26/14 – 12/24/14. Enter through Rafflecopter.

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                   MY REVIEW.

★★★★
Mary Jane has withdrawn into herself since her divorce.  She just goes to work then spends all weekend in her pyjamas .This weekend  two weeks before Christmas her old college room mates have persuaded her to meet them in New Orleans . They are determined she is going to let her hair down for once.
Mary Jane is anxiously waiting for them in the airport, when they call to say they are delayed.
Now she is in the city alone. The taxi driver that picks her up takes her on a very especial journey. 

She gets to meet three very different spirits of Christmas

. An erotic Christmas Carol. This was an amusing ,slightly kinky story . Mary Jane is taken on a journey to discover herself.