UNDRESSED
By
Avery Aster
BLURB:
Book 1 in The Manhattanites series. (78,000
words, M/F, HEA, Erotic Romance, Contemporary)
Milan’s notorious playboy, Prince Tittoni, seems to have
everything—Lamborghinis, exotic women, palaces throughout Europe and business
success. Ramping up his fabric company to go global with a new apparel brand,
he ruthlessly stops supplying fabrics to the American client who inspired the
collection. But once they meet, what’s he willing to give to get her in his
bed?
Upper East Side designer Lex Easton has already endured her fair
share of hard knocks. She’ll be damned if she’ll let an Italian stud muffin
knock her down. So what if she named her favorite vibrator after him? With
Fashion Week approaching, she’ll do whatever it takes to secure the fabrics she
needs to make her clothing line an international success—even sleep with her
rival.
Lex’s Louboutins are dug in deep to win this war. All’s fair in
love and fashion!
Inside Scoop: Though the hero and heroine
remain monogamous, their Prada-wearing friends indulge in a ménage a trois and
other fashionable sexual fun and games.
Excerpt:
She gasped. He’d lost his mind. Lunacy swirled
rampant around them today. “No way! I don’t need to ration a sellout to your
subdivision for more than a second. I can tell you right now, the answer is no.” Hell
to the no.
“Your quick ‘no’ is because I refused to say ‘yes’
to sex. They say men think with their dicks. I hope you do not run Easton with
your—”
“Shut it!” I’m gonna punch you. Lex inhaled and
fisted her hands. She reflected on what Taddy or Vive might say right now.
She’d give him an earful sampled by second bestie “Viveca Farnworth” sarcasm
style. Massimo deserved it. “You could have fucked me ’til your uncut,
overexposed on the blogs, ‘too ginormous for my snatch’ pecker fell off. And
I’d still no way never ever in a thousand years sell, loan, sample you my Easton. And to answer your question,
I run my company with my pussy, and
twenty-four other pussy-sporting employees. Easton girls do not allow dickheads
or cocks in our fashion world. Period.”
She recrossed her arms and quirked her jaw up to illustrate physical defiance
coordinating with her ruthless words.
Massimo’s face remained impervious. She heard him
jingle loose change in his pocket. He coughed, cleared his throat and said, “An
acquisition is the solution viable for us both. Girasoli will acquire Easton.
You will work for Girasoli and receive full benefits, health care, retirement,
an expense account, you name it. Girasoli will give your entire team plenty of
vacation time—whatever you want.”
“Come again?” Hell
to the maaaybe.
“Today, watching what you did with the designs confermato my interest. Girasoli needs
you. And Easton needs Girasoli. It is best for everyone. Think it over.”
“There is nothing to think over.” She bluffed. A
regular paycheck with benefits versus her unstable startup and lack of cash,
which flowed out, never in, made her pussy cream more than thinking about
Massimo’s fat dick.
“When you are ready, I will have my attorneys draw
up the paperwork, assuming you agree on the price. Would you care to know the prezzo I’m offering for Easton?”
“No, I would not. Easton is priceless. There isn’t
enough money in the world for my baby.” Easton was her child. An all consuming,
demanding, fulltime, pain in her ass child, but she loved her two-year-old
Easton regardless.
“Girasoli will wage five times Easton’s annual
gross,” Massimo enticed without hesitation.
“Last year’s gross? Or this year’s projected
revenue?”
“This year,” he affirmed.
She did the calculations in her head and rounded
up to the nearest million. “Three hundred flippin’ mil.” Hell to the Yaaah
Review
4 stars
Sexy, charismatic, and pure adult fun. The chemistry is full tilt from the first
chapter where the war of the roses is laid down. I thought Massimo was the epitome of a
playboy, but once Lex is introduced he can’t seem to make heads or tails of the
fiery tornado who storms into his palace.
Exquisite read..
Review
4 stars
Playboy Prince Massimo
Tittoni has everything he could possibly want in life, money, cars, and women. Designer Lex Easton has worked hard for
everything she has and when Massimo stops an order of fabrics she needs to
complete her collection, she won’t hesitate to pull all stops to get what she
wants, his fabric, even if he is the sexiest man she ever met and a few
fantasies with her BOB have entertained some lonely nights. Not only has Massimo halted the fabrics, he
also plans to launch his own line that bears a similar theme to Lex’s.
AUTHOR INFORMATION:
Avery Aster is an American novelist who pens erotic romance for
Ellora’s Cave. As an Upper East Side resident and a graduate from New York
University Avery is celebrated for giving readers an inside look at the city’s
glitzy nightlife, socialite sexcapades, and tall tales of the über-rich and
ultra-famous. “I write about what I see in my metropolis which never
sleeps—Manhattanites on the quest for a passionate thrill,” Avery says. “By and
large, my characters are drop-dead gorgeous, ripped straight from the headlines
and on the hunt for their next conquest.”
Undressed, book one, launched The Manhattanites series exploring people’s
forbidden desires of lust and longing. When Avery’s star-studded cast unites it
always feels like forever and everyone has a once-in-a-lifetime experience. Log on to AveryAster.com for
upcoming book releases or email Avery@AveryAster.com to join The Manhattanites fan club.
25 New Yorker Insights
Learned in Undressed by Avery Aster
Sex
· Your vagina can take a guy’s shaft and nuts…at
the same time.
· Always name your butt plug after Anderson
Cooper.
· Pre-ejaculation while jetting a plane over
Italy causes turbulence.
· Never let a dog sleep in your bed, especially
three dogs. It’ll ruin your sex life.
· If he’s as hung as an Evian bottle, it’s best
to look away.
Money
· Always retain the legal services of female
lawyers, particularly ones named; Sarah Goldbaum and Hannah Goldstein.
· Never allow your mother to spend your line of
credit on a psychic from the Caribbean.
· Sexual frustration leads to good business
practices, enough to earn three hundred million dollars.
· If Bergdorf’s, Barney’s and Saks Fifth Avenue
reject your upcoming fashion collections try selling it to JCPenny’s.
· Use your American Express reward points
wisely.
Life
· Bellini cocktail consumption will induce foot
fetishes.
· Swedish Fish, Now & Later, and Gummy Bears
from Dylan’s Candy Bar are perfect for your fuck-it bucket.
· Everyone should be so lucky to have a best
friend like Taddy Brill.
· Never drive a Ford Thunderbird off a cliff
thinking you’re Thelma & Louise.
· Stay away from any woman named Scilla or
Ottavia.
Fashion
· Wearing Tory Burch ballet flats while racing a
sports car may cause ones clitoris to hum.
· Think twice before sitting Lady Gaga and
Madonna next to one another at your fashion show.
· Prada and a condom, when worn together, are
known to make bisexual men go bonkbuster cra-cra.
· Altering a vintage Valentino dress, formerly
worn by socialite Nati Abascal, may land you on the red carpet.
· We should all get fucked in Fendi.
Love
· When in love, you can have as many orgasms as
you like…in one day!
· Slow dancing to Giuseppe Verdi enhances one’s
emotional state.
· Never argue with your lover in public, above
all—never in front of Anna Wintour, Marc Jacobs, or Karl Lagerfeld.
· Playing Simon Says, in bed, may lead one to
reveal their true feelings. So will strip dancing in front of him to the
song Girls, Girls, Girls by Mötley Crüe.
· And finally, he must always say, “I love
you,” first.
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