Saturday, October 11, 2014

BOOK BLITZ: STATUS (SOCIAL MEDIA #4) & COVER REVEAL: PROFILE (SOCIAL MEDIA #5) by J.A. HUSS **GIVEAWAY & 3 EXCERPTS**



STATUS (Social Media #4) 
By @JAHuss
Publication Date: October 8, 2014
Novella (115ish pages)
Adult Contemporary Romance


Synopsis:
MovieStar @VaughnAsher
@FilthyBlueBird #DirtyHeaven is mine tonight.

Grace @FilthyBlueBird
@VaughnAsher I own #DirtyHeaven, bitch. #VaughnAsherIsMyBitch

MovieStar @VaughnAsher
@FilthyBlueBird #FlashbackTime Get ready.

Grace @FilthyBlueBird
Come here and take off my lip gloss @VaughnAsher #OnMyKneesWaiting

MovieStar @VaughnAsher
@FilthyBlueBird #Flashback to last night. Oh, you weren’t wearing lip gloss. But you are now. #GetOnYourKneesAndWait

Grace @FilthyBlueBird
@VaughnAsher – Dabbing lips with a napkin. #ThatAllYouGot?

Finally… Grace sees me in a different light. The banter is flirty, the sex is fun, and the future looks fabulous.I just hope she feels the same way when she finds out what I did.



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Excerpt One:
“You’re having social media withdrawal?”

“Mmmm,” she says. Her hand dips down to my hard cock and I smile. She doesn’t want to leave, she just feels obligated to spend time being herself. And that’s not a hard wish to grant in our fairytale land.

“So play Dirty Heaven here.”

“Here?” She looks around quickly. “Oh God, I’d be way too embarrassed.”

“Why, because all your tweets are about me?”

“That, and if they know I’m with you, and they will, they will torment you relentlessly.”

My hand slips up to her breast and I pinch her nipple. Not hard, but forcefully, making her squeal a little. “So let them. You can guard my honor.”

That makes her snort. “I have to be honest, for the last three years my Dirty Heaven nights have been all about you. Now what do I tweet about?”

“Ah,” I say as my hand dips down between her legs. “I see the problem. You don’t want to make any promises you can’t keep.”

She giggles against my chest.

“Just call up Bebe, once we’re finished fucking, of course, and chat with her all you want.

Take selfies on the lazy river. Get drunk with her on the phone. Fucking Skype, for all I care. Spend the whole day with Bebe, but please, Grace. Do it from here. It’s not time to go home yet.” She’s silent for a few moments and I have a little wave of panic. “Unless you really don’t want to spend the weekend with me?”

“No,” she says immediately. “That’s not it at all.”

I flip her over, straddle her ass, my hard cock pressed against the slit of her pussy, and I lean into her neck and give her a small bite that makes her buck underneath me. “Then it’s settled. You stay here. I fuck you until you’re sore. Then I’ll share you with Bebe and the rest of the Filthy Blue Birds.” She turns her head and I immediately go in for a kiss. “Is that a deal, sweets?”

“I don’t have any clothes. You only got me that one outfit for yesterday.”

“Oh, I forgot to tell you. This is a clothes­free zone. You have to be naked. Sorry, that’s just how it is.”


Excerpt Two:
Can his life really have been so charmed? That he has no fear of losing anything? God, what would that be like? “I don’t think I understand you, Asher.”

“Asher?” he asks, sitting up a little straighter so he can look at me. But I turn my head so he can’t. “Why the hell are you calling me Asher now? What did I do?”

“I just can’t relate. And even though I shouldn’t hold it against you, I do. I’m fucking pissed that my life is so fucked up and yours is so perfect.”

“Perfect?” He laughs. I can feel it through his chest. “You know, my whole life people have thought that about me. I’ve heard it so many times I stopped listening. But coming from you, shit. That kinda hurts.”

I scrunch up my face in confusion, but I stay still. I know it’s wrong to assume his life is perfect, but from my perspective, it is. There’s just no comparison.

“You want to know my demons, Grace? Do you need to know my secrets to be able to accept that I’m capable of understanding what you feel? What do you need?”

Do I? Do I need for him to be damaged for me to accept this... whatever this is? And if I do, what does that say about me? That I can only relate to the lost and the tragic?

“Because if that’s what you need, then fine. I have never really articulated it in words before. I’ve never had to,” he says in a whisper as he gives me a squeeze. “No one ever wanted me to justify my personal trauma to prove that I can understand them. But I will.”

“Wait.” I stop him with a hand on his chest. I push myself up so I can look him in the eye.

“If this is really fucked up of me, then no.”

“Grace, why does it matter if it’s fucked up? Why do you care what I think of your
request?”

“Because I don’t want you to think I’m...” I let out a long sigh. “That he... ruined me. That I’m damaged and dirty and unlovable.”

“Do you think he ruined you? Do you feel damaged and unloved?”

“Yes.” I exhale and then immediately take a huge gulp of air. “Yes, I think all that stuff.”

“Then why do you want to hide that?”

“Because...”

“Because you think I won’t love you?”

“How can you?”

His brows knit together, his confusion so real, painted so clearly on his face, it sets me back a second. “Jesus, I’m not that shallow, Grace. I am a human being.”

“I didn’t mean it—”

“No,” he says, cutting me off harshly. “Enough with the didn’t mean it bullshit. OK?” his eyes dart back and forth as he searches for my intentions.

What are my intentions? “I just...” I have to swallow hard and look away. “I just... need reassurances.”

He shakes his head. “Try again, sweets. I’m not interested in lies, and maybe you’re not lying to me, but you’re lying to yourself. And if we’re in a relationship, that’s the same thing.”



Excerpt Three:
When I look over at her, she’s twisting her hair, her eyes are wide and expectant, and her breathing is faster than it was. She’s nervous. “Is there any doubt in your mind which one I want more?”

She points to the computer in my lap. “Tell them, not me.”

“You need reassurances?” She nods but lets the question hang there. “You want a public declaration, just like I wanted a public submission?”

She nods again. “I don’t want to be your secret.”

“You’re not a secret. We’re tweeting as ourselves. Everyone can see it.”

“I don’t want to be your servant, either.”

“It’s a joke, sweets. Since when do you take it so seriously, anyway? You never took it seriously on the island. And you have to admit, I’ve been so much better since we came back to our real lives. I’ll stop with the jokes if you want, but that’s all it was. Am I calling you girl? Are you calling me Master? No. We’re in a different phase now, can’t you tell?”

“I...” She exhales and closes the laptop. “I’m not sure. I’m not sure what I’m doing. I need to go home. I’m really confused, to be honest. I mean, so much is going on outside this sanctuary. I’m worried about the fallout. I’m worried about my job. I’m worried about...you. And me. And I have to admit, you’re so much closer to the dream guy I envisioned now, it scares me.”

“Why?” I laugh, but I don’t mean it as a joke. I just don’t understand where she’s coming

“God, are you really that oblivious? Do I really need to spell out having your parents murdered, your life ripped apart, and the feelings that leaves behind?”

I close my laptop too, then put it aside. I stand up and scoot over to her lounge, moving her over and wrapping her up in my arms all in the same gesture. I place her on top of me, her head leaning on my chest. “I didn’t mean it that way, Grace. At all. I was just playing with you.”

“I know, but I have a hard time understanding when the game stops.”

“The game is over. I won. You’re mine.”

“That’s caveman talk, Asher.”

“Yeah. But it’s true. And it’s simple. I don’t think it requires explaining. But if you need it explained, Grace, I’m in love. I love you. It’s not even difficult for me to say, it’s easy. And if you need me to go online right now and say it in a tweet, fuck yeah. I’ll do it.”

“No, that’s not what I meant. Not really. You say I’m yours, but I don’t feel like yours.”

“Aww.” I squeeze her a little tighter because my heart hurts a little with her admission. “I’m gonna have to make you feel like mine, then?”

“Yeah,” she says in a pouty voice.

“Mmmmm, that I can totally do. Should we go out tonight? It’s not a good idea. The paparazzi will be on you for a while and I’ll probably end up in a fight if they get too close.

But I’m happy to take you out.”

She thinks about this for a while and I let her take her time, just stroking her hair and relaxing. Enjoying what we have.

“It really doesn’t scare you?”

“What, sweets?”

I huff out some air though my nose. “What should I be afraid of losing?”

“Me,” she says with an incredulous tone.



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PROFILE (Social Media #5)
By @JAHuss
Publication Date: October 22, 2014
Novella (100ish pages)
Adult Contemporary Romance

Synopsis:
All the best fairytale princesses have the most horrific pasts. Mine just happens to be more horrific than most. Fantasizing over Vaughn Asher was a dream. Meeting Vaughn Asher was a fairytale. Loving Vaughn Asher was my downfall.

The past is always there. Waiting. Waiting to expose you. Waiting to ruin you. Waiting to take you back. Sometimes not even a prince can save you.





About the Author
J. A. Huss likes to write new adult books that make you think and keep you guessing. Her favorite genre to read is space opera, but since practically no one reads those books, she writes new adult science fiction, paranormal romance, contemporary romance, urban fantasy, and books about Junco (who refuses to be saddled with a label). 

She has an undergraduate degree in horses, (yes, really–Thank you, Colorado State University) and a master’s degree in forensic toxicology from the University of Florida. She used to have a job driving around Colorado doing pretty much nothing but shooting the breeze with farmers, but now she just writes, runs the New Adult Addiction and Clean Teen Reads Book Blogs, and runs an online science classroom for homeschoolers.



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