The Big O
By Nelle L'Amour
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: August 4, 2016
Synopsis
From New York Times Bestselling author Nelle L'Amour, a new sizzling STANDALONE that's guaranteed to make your panties melt!
The first time Owen King sets eyes on her, she's in a focus group, biting into a cream-filled donut and having the most orgasmic reaction he’s ever seen. “Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!” she cries out. He’s instantly obsessed.
Aspiring actress, Olive Cumming, has just lost her waitressing job and can’t pay her rent. But when the CEO of Donut King steps out from behind the one-way mirror and hires the curvy respondent to be his assistant, things are about to change. Big time.
Love at first sight has never been a reality for jaded, overworked Owen. And for sweet overweight Olive, love has never been within her reach. But when fate steps in, the king finds his unexpected princess, not knowing that someone is waiting in the shadows to keep them apart.
WARNING: Be prepared for over-the-top insta-love, a bit of kinky fun, and some yummy food play. This sugar-coated full-length novel is just waiting for you to take a bite.
Purchase Today
Excerpt
I
couldn’t focus behind my closed door. Thanks to the focus group, I had a
shitload of emails to answer and problems to solve, ranging from what we should
name our new caramel custard donut to deciding whether we should shut down our
New Haven store.
All I
could think about was her. My beautiful princess, Olive Cumming.
“Olive…Olive…Olive.”
Oh, how I loved saying her name out loud. It took my breath away and made my
cock stand at full attention.
I’d
never met a woman like her before. Most of them were wafer-thin models and
starlets who viewed my donuts like vermin. I was a big man with an even bigger
appetite, but somehow these women, no matter how gorgeous or glamorous they
were, never sated it. They wanted my money more than they wanted me.
But,
Olive…she was different. She reminded me of my late mother—a big, beautiful
woman, who had an insatiable appetite for life. And she was so wholesome, pure,
and sweet. An innocent virgin. I was still shocked by her confession. Rather
than turning me off, it turned me on. She was mine. Only mine. I’d heard about
falling in love at first sight, but thought it was some bullshit myth. But it
had happened to me. Untrusting, jaded Owen King, The Donut King. I was the
first man to deflower her and now I owned her. And was going to protect her to
the day I died. My princess just didn’t know it yet.
As I
stared blankly at my computer screen, I thought about summoning her to my
office and fucking her over my desk. My cock strained against my pants at the
thought of her delicious ass in the air. But she had her work cut out for her
and I vowed to keep the door that separated us closed. Instead, I began to
fantasize what she looked like with her clothes off. Mentally, I undressed her,
piece by piece, and began to imagine her butt-naked in my mind’s eye. Her
luscious curves, those big fucking tits, her shapely legs all tied together by
her creamy alabaster skin. Closing my eyes, I imagined licking her everywhere,
the sound of her sweet moans filling my ears. I thought more about her ample
breasts, envisioning them as two mounds of soft dough I could knead in my
hands. And at the thought of her nipples, my balls tightened with want. There
was no doubt in my mind they were pink donut-shaped buds puckered with
sprinkles that would harden beneath my touch and make me lust after her. I
yearned to twirl them, tweak them, suck them, and lick them. Imagining this
scenario, I cupped my hand over my hard, hungry cock, buried under my trousers,
and began to jerk off. Stroking myself, I leaned back in my desk chair and
reveled in the sensation.
“Sir…”
Snapping
my eyes open, I immediately straightened up. Olive! I thought my cock would
have a heart attack.
“Yes?” My
beauty. My princess. My love.
“I put
together a file with the information you need.”
My eyes
darted to the thick folder in her hand.
“If you
don’t mind me saying, I think ZAP! is the perfect advertising agency.”
“And
why is that, Olive?”
“Because
the founder and CEO, Jaime Zander, is on the cutting edge. He totally
transformed his wife’s company, Gloria’s Secret, into a global force.”
“The
lingerie company?”
“Yes. I
love that store. I wish I could shop there, but I can’t afford it.”
“And
why else do you think ZAP! would be right for us?”
“Because
based on what I read, Mr. Zander works quickly and efficiently and always stays
on budget.”
Fuck.
Not only was she sexy as hell, but she could also think. Digest information,
something none of my previous assistants could do as the only thing they wanted
to digest was my cum.
“Thank
you, Olive. Just put the folder on my desk.”
My eyes
stayed on her as she did as I asked. Holy shit. Those delectable tits, so alive
with their bounce, as she strutted my way. Her days of not affording Gloria’s
Secret were over. I was going to order sexy lace bras in every color—along with
matching panties—and make them part of her job uniform.
“Anything
else, sir?” she asked as she set the folder down.
Bend
over and spread your legs. And let me fuck
you over my desk.
What
the hell was wrong with me? My hormones burned through me.
Fucking
love.
Meet the Author
I am a New
York Times and USA Today bestselling author who lives in Los
Angeles with her Prince Charming-ish husband, twin college-bound princesses,
and a bevy of royal pain-in-the-butt pets. A former executive in the
entertainment industry with a prestigious
Humanitas Prize for promoting human dignity and freedom to my credit, I gave up
playing with Barbies a long time ago, but I still enjoy playing with toys with my
hubby. While I write in my PJs, I love to get dressed up and pretend I’m
Hollywood royalty. My steamy stories feature characters that will make you
laugh, cry, and swoon and stay in your heart forever. They’re often inspired by
my past life.
To learn about
my new releases, sales, and giveaways, please sign up for my newsletter and
follow me on social media. I love to hear from my readers.
Author Links
No comments:
Post a Comment