Tuesday, January 21, 2014

Damian Post-Release Blitz

DAMIAN by JESSICA WOOD
POST-RELEASE BLITZ


Title
Damian by Jessica Wood
Release Day: 12/22/13


Buy Links
Amazon US: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00HGW82TG/ 
Amazon UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B00HGW82TG/
Amazon CA: http://www.amazon.ca/dp/B00HGW82TG/
Amazon AU: http://www.amazon.com.au/dp/B00HGW82TG/ 
Barnes & Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/damian-jessica-wood/1117790017?ean=2940148918363 
KOBO: http://store.kobobooks.com/en-US/ebook/damian-1 
iTunes: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/id788442060
Goodreads Link: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18627856-damian
Author Page: https://www.facebook.com/jessicawoodauthor


Synopsis

Meet Damian Castillo. The man, the legend, the heartbreaker. As a self-proclaimed man-whore, Damian doesn’t believe in love or commitment. In fact, he can’t remember the last time he’s had feeling for a woman that went beyond hot, no-strings-attached sex. The only things he cares about are his bar, his appearance, and his needs.

But then he meets Alexis.

Meet Alexis Blythe. A small town girl that has lost a lot of love in her life. Wanting to leave her past behind her, she moves to San Francisco looking for a big change. Yet, despite everything she’s gone through, she still believes in true love.

But then she meets Damian.

When Alexis shows up at his bar, Damian’s caught by surprise. She’s different. She’s sweet, innocent, and feisty. But above all, this woman didn’t respond to his charm and piercing-blue eyes the way every other woman did. To Damian, she’s his ultimate challenge.

Could Alexis be the girl that will break through Damian’s wall of perpetual bachelorhood without getting hurt? Or will Damian remain true his ways and break Alexis’s heart and her hopes of true love?



Teasers

TEASER #1:
When he came back, he leaned against the bar towards me, his face only inches away. “So are you interested in a Damian style shot?” There was a twinkle in his deep blue eyes, and I found it difficult to think.
“A what?” I finally asked.
He chuckled. “Well, that’s what you claimed you didn’t see earlier. You can order whatever shot you want. When you make it Damian style, you can take the shot off of the body of the bartender you ordered it from.”
“So do you want to try it?” he asked and looked at me hopefully.
“I…” I wasn’t sure how to respond. I knew that the normal thing to do—the safe thing to do—would be to turn around and leave. And yet, every fiber of my body urged me to stay, to do what he’d said, to do anything to be close with him just a little longer.
And in the end, rational thought lost out to the uncontrollable desire to be near him. I felt myself glued to the barstool as he bored his intense blue eyes into me. He crooked his head slightly, as if he were studying me, as if I were some puzzle he was trying to figure out. I wondered desperately what he was thinking. What I would have given to know what that crook of the neck meant, what that sideways smile twisted on
his lips meant, and what his offer meant.
“Just say yes,” he whispered, and for a brief moment, I saw the same warm blue eyes I had seen that other night when we were alone together.
I nodded slowly, unable to speak.
“Perfect. So what kind of shot would you like?” he asked. There was a renewed excitement in his voice, and I felt a wave a pleasure knowing that it was I who had caused that excitement.
“Uh, a tequila shot?” I suggested, unable to think of anything else with him staring at me so intensely.
“And where’d you like to take the shot?”
I looked at him in confusion. What does he mean, where? I’m not planning on moving to a table or anything.
Then I realized what he really meant: where on his body would I like to take the shot from.
“Um…I don’t know,” I said. I felt my face grow hot. I knew that I’d been trying to be more adventurous when I moved to this city, but this was not what I’d had in mind.
“Well typically with the Damian Special, you can do the shot from anywhere on the body, but the alcohol stays in the shot glass and the pants for the male bartenders and the tank tops and skirts for the female bartenders stay on the whole time.” He paused and looked at me.
My breath caught as I saw the intensity in his piercing blue eyes. They were like the bluest of waters, the deepest of oceans, and I felt myself drowning in them.
“But with you,” he continued, “because you’re my neighbor, so you’re special, you can do the shot anywhere on me.” He licked his lips as his eyes drilled into me. He watched me and I felt like he was looking through me—not through me like he didn’t see me, but through me like he could see everything about me. I felt completely naked and exposed.


TEASER #2:
It was 9:10 p.m. on a Thursday night and two hours into my shift. I had just made three gin and tonics for a group of girls at the bar when I saw a ridiculously hot redhead walking toward me. Definitely a 9, I thought. Also, she looks familiar.
She leaned across the bar and seductively whispered into my ear. “Hey Damian.” I saw her full breasts heave as I felt her hot breath against my face.
“What’s up, beautiful?” I caught a scent of her floral perfume. She sat down on the bar stool in front of me. I looked at her and gave her the signature Damian smile.
“Have we fucked before?” I asked. I saw the hurt look on her face, but she quickly played it off.
Yes, we must have fucked before.
“Uh—No. No, we haven’t,” she said, avoiding my eyes.
Liar, I thought.
“So what can I get you?” I asked as I grabbed a clean glass from under the bar.
“A Screaming Orgasm,” she said seductively as she licked her lips.
I smiled and knew very well she was not just referring to the cocktail.
“I want it in a shot glass, and I want it Damian style.” She bit her lower lip and gave my body a once-over.
I chuckled. Of course. A Damian style shot was something I had came up with when I opened Damian’s. It had became an instant hit. It involved taking the shot you ordered as a body shot off the bartender you ordered the shot from. I got a lot of business from the Damian style shot, and I loved having girls take shots off my body.
“My name’s Courtney, by the way,” she offered. I wondered if she had been waiting for me to ask.
“Gotcha. So where’d you like the shot from?” I asked as I made the shot.
She gave me a meaningful smile and bit her lower lip. “From your mouth.”
“Sure thing.” I turned away from her and leaned my head back until my head and shoulders were flat against the bar table. I then placed the bottom of the shot glass into my mouth and waited for her to take it.
She looked down at me with lust in her eyes, and I knew I must have fucked her hard. And now she was coming back for more. She purposefully placed her hands on my chest as she bent down to take the shot with her mouth. She knocked the shot back quickly and removed the shot glass from her mouth. She then grabbed my face as she bent back down and kissed me hard with her lips. This usually happened after a Damian special shot off my mouth, so I was not at all surprised by her aggressiveness. I opened my mouth and her tongue eagerly explored me as moans escaped her lips.
When Courtney finally went up for air and released me from her grip, I stood back up and turned back to her to give her a wicked smile. I love my job.
And then my entire body tensed and my heart stopped when my eyes locked onto the last person I had expected to see.
Alexis.


TEASER #3:
But as amazing as it felt, after several minutes, I still wasn’t anywhere close to coming. What the fuck is going on?
“Hey—” I stopped mid-sentence. What’s her name again? Julie? Julia? Fuck it, does it matter? “Hey, you.”
“Yeah?”
“Let’s change positions,” I finally said in exasperation and pulled out of her.
“Mmm,” she purred as she lowered her ass. “Anything you want.” She gave me a smile that said it all. She was whipped.
Fuck, this is definitely the last time I’ll be seeing her.
“Open your mouth,” I ordered as I rolled the condom off my penis. “Suck on it for a while. Maybe that’ll do the trick.”
“I can do that.” She gave me a seductive smile as she gripped the shaft of my cock between her fingers.
I lay down on the bed as she got on top of me.
“How about we 69 it?” she suggested.
Fuck no, I thought. Definitely not seeing her again. I couldn’t remember the last time I ate a girl out. That was entering the black hole of intimacy territory. The day I went down on a girl was the day I was no longer Damian Castillo.
Of course, I wouldn’t tell this girl all that.
“How about we 68 it, and I’ll owe you one,” I said with a chuckle.
She looked at me in confusion. “Oh? How do we do a 68?”
Shit, she’s dumb. “It was a joke,” I said, my voice laced with an edge of annoyance. “You know, 68 plus one is 69?”
Her face was blank.
I sighed. Let it go, man. You can’t teach dumb, I told myself.
“Never mind. Just suck on it,” I said flatly as I motioned to my hardness below.
She shrugged and obeyed. She started licking and playing with my cock with her tongue.


Author Bio
Jessica Wood writes new adult contemporary romance.
While she has lived in countless cities throughout the U.S., her heart belongs to San Francisco. To her, there’s something seductively romantic about the Golden Gate Bridge, the steep rolling hills of the city streets, the cable cars, and the Victorian-style architecture.
She loves a strong, masculine man with a witty personality. While she is headstrong and extremely independent, she can’t resist a man who takes control of the relationship, both outside and inside of the bedroom.
She loves to travel internationally, and tries to plan a yearly trip abroad. She also loves to cook and bake, and—to the benefit of her friends—she loves to share. She also enjoys ceramics and being creative with her hands. She has a weakness for good (maybe bad) TV shows; she’s up-to-date on over 25 current shows, and no, that wasn’t a joke.
And it goes without saying, she loves books—they’re like old and dear friends who have always been there to make her laugh and make her cry.
The one thing she wished she had more of is time.

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