Author: Kristie Leigh
left my heart shattered.
side since.
give it a shot one day.
I’ve always read books growing up and after having a strange dream one night; I decided to just go for it and publish my first series.
Little did I know, I would end up falling head over heels in love with writing and it would own and soothe my soul.
If I’m not paying off student loan debt, working, or writing a novel—you can usually find me listening to music and pondering the meaning of life.
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I love connecting with my fans—you are my world.
Book Title: Call Me, Poppy
Author: Avery Aster
Genre: New Adult
Release Date: February 7, 2017
Hosted by: Book Enthusiast Promotions
“Don’t tell my besties this juicy tidbit: I don’t know him at all. It’s like Yves Remy has no past. He refuses to tell me where he’s from. My friends Taddy, Lex, Blake, and Vive think he’s just been released from prison. Determined to find out just who this orgasm-inducing, hung, inked, muscled bad boy with the deep French accent that makes my insides melt into liquid buttah is–I’m doing my own sleuthing.
Remy makes all of my erotic fantasies come true. First, it was in the way he kissed me: intense Frenching. Then, it was how he took ownership over my body and laid claim to every inch of my virginal flesh as he dominated me into the kinkiest submission scenarios imaginable. Lately, he’s been giving me Cartier jewelry and telling me how to dress: in Chanel. Yes, I love a man who takes control and knows what he wants. Who doesn’t? But this is cray-cray. Where does his money come from? I don’t know him at all.
The Manhattanites suspect Yves is the thief who broke into my dorm room a few months ago and stole my diaries. Uh-huh. I bet he’s been reading them, too. How else would he know to do all the things that drive me wild? I have to put an end to these sex games he’s playing because I’m afraid something bad might happen. Should I call the police and tell them I know who the infamous college campus burglar is? But, damn, his body is just too frickin’ good. WTF am I gonna do?” –Poppy White, college junior, talk show host, and Steeler’s Fan.
Most girls in this situation, I imagine, would naturally whip around to get a good look at him, then start firing off questions like, “What school do you go to?” and twirling their hair.
Not me.
I couldn’t give a flip. I just wanna freakin’ dance.
I press my backside against his crotch, teasing him, shaking my thang, then lift my hand up in the air to show that I’m having a blast.
All of a sudden, his hands, big and strong, come down over my bare shoulders, sending a pulsating charge through my body that causes every inch of my flesh to tingle.
“Bonsoir,” he mutters in my ear in a deep baritone voice. I whirl around to face him.
“You’re French?”
“Qui.” He turns around, showing me his backside and hiding his face.
“Ohhhh. Two can play at this game, buddy.” Thinking I’m all male and stuff, I get right up behind him, slide my hands into his front pockets, and press myself against him.
He laughs and mutters some words that I don’t understand.
I giggle too, wishing I had paid better attention in French class. I couldn’t stand my teacher in high school, Madame Boulanger. The woman hated me, said I’d never amount to much in life unless I learned French. I’d argued that I’d originally wanted to learn Spanish, but that class was full, so was stuck with Madame Boulanger.
We move to the music, finishing the song.
Just as he’s about to turn, I release my hands and do the same. Slowly I walk over to the far wall. He follows, our hips meshed together as one.
“Are you going to tell me your name?” I ask, glaring up at him in utter fascination.
“No, mademoiselle.”
Oh God. This is crazy hot.
We’re in the dark, so I can’t see him very well, but I have to look, at least to see if he has a nice face or not. To be honest, with that accent, he could resemble Herman Munster and I’ll still be turned on by him. I mean, from what I can tell he’s gotta be 6’4. Ohhh, and those hands. They look like football player hands. You know, the kind that can rip your panties of in one fell swoop.
I put my fingers up to his lips.
He bites playfully down on them and wraps his arms around me.
“Kiss me,” I mutter.
He leans down and plants one on my lips. First slow and tender, but as the heat between us becomes scorching hot, his tongue goes deeper as if fucking my face with it. Oh. My. God. In. Out. He nibbles on my bottom lip. Presses me closer to him, tongue diving deeper. His hands cradle my skull.
Fuck. Yes. Now. Take me now. Please.
I take his left hand with my right and edge my skirt up around my waist. Leaning my body onto his, his fingers find their way to my pussy lips. He squeezes them, gently at first, then firmly.
I’m going to be soaking wet. Yup. Any second now. Buckets galore.
“Feel good, mademoiselle?”
“Yes. Finger me. Please.” Turning around, I face the wall. His lips nuzzle at my ears. His hands are up my skirt, his fingers playing with my clit.
“Je serai poète et toi poésie.”
“I’ll be a poet, and you’ll be poetry,” I repeat his words back in English, the French coming back to me.
Thank you, Madame Boulanger!
God. The mere sound of them makes me wet. Literally.
He pulls his finger out and licks it. “Bien.” Then shoves two deep inside me.
“You’re tight, mademoiselle.” His firm cock, concealed in his jeans but seemingly ready to bust loose at any minute under that zipper, presses against my ass.
Gyrating my hips and taking his hands, I pant, “Oh God. I’m going to come. Tell me your name. Please.”
“Yves,” he mutters, whipping me around to face him. His mouth hovers over mine. “Come while I kiss you.”
And so I do. I come like I’ve never come before: in the dark, in a nightclub, in a stranger’s arms.
The music is a muffled bass in my ears as he holds me tight. My legs feel weak. I’m soaking wet. I bite down on my tongue as the final wave of the orgasm rocks through me. Squinting my eyes shut tight, bright colors burst behind my eyelids.
Everything is going in slow motion. That is until I hear a familiar voice shouting for me.
New York Times bestselling author Avery Aster pens The Manhattanites, a contemporary erotic romance series of full-length, stand-alone novels, and the naughty new adult prequel companion series The Undergrad Years. Join Avery’s newsletter eepurl.com/CQ665 and get a FREE ebook!
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I expected a continuation of book one and I got it so I am happy. The guys from 4225 West are back! A life of music is in the plans now for Liam and Josie so in this book we focus on Harrison and Katelyn. That thrills me . I’m so totally Team #Karrison it ain’t even funny. I loved this dynamic duo and I have so many quotes from this book. I enjoyed book 1 and this was SO much better. I can honestly say that it is a scorcher. Heidi definitely turned up the heat!
I must give an special award to Harrison as character of course, because he took his son. When his “oops one night stand” turns up with a 3 day old, he calls his mother and jumps into action. I have never read a character so giving in this respect.
Now as for the entire “oops” it was addressed and that part, no spoilers here, was unique and I loved it. This is a one of a kind of a guy. My man Harrison. #Swoon!
The author does Mason justice here too. His memory is alive along with Katelyn’s commitment to him. Their love was something to truly aspire to.
Heidi is a New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author.
Originally from the Pacific Northwest, she now lives in picturesque Vermont, with her husband and two daughters. Also renting space in their home is an over-hyper Beagle/Jack Russell, Buttercup, two Parakeets, Gonzo & Hedwig, and their newest addition of a Highland West/Mini Schnauzer, Jill.
During the day Heidi is behind a desk talking about Land Use. At night, she’s writing one of the many stories planned for release or sitting court-side during either daughter’s basketball games.
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I expected a life of music.
I expected to raise my son.
It took one look to make everything change.
I never expected happiness.
I never expected to find her.
I never expected to feel desire.
I never expected I’d be a family man.
I never expected to be loved.
I never expected to fall in love.
They say you should expect the unexpected, I didn’t realize my unexpected would be the forever kind.
Heidi is a New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author.
Originally from the Pacific Northwest, she now lives in picturesque Vermont, with her husband and two daughters. Also renting space in their home is an over-hyper Beagle/Jack Russell, Buttercup, two Parakeets, Gonzo & Hedwig, and their newest addition of a Highland West/Mini Schnauzer, Jill.
During the day Heidi is behind a desk talking about Land Use. At night, she’s writing one of the many stories planned for release or sitting court-side during either daughter’s basketball games.
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This is a new adult book that by description is typical, but not at all. The author sets things up when our main characters are in high school and going into college. At first Liam and Josie are typical. When there is a part where I gasp out loud is where Nick comes in. There is a part when the past comes into play. Nick, yeah I hated him, so I think Heidi goes above and beyond to create a mediocre character that is blah and then the spoiler, yeah he has a little bit of a brass set. Who would have thunk it? Through the entire book the town of Beaumont is set up with some descriptive to give you the feel.
You meet Jose, Jenna and then the men Liam and Mason. Mason is dead but everything comes together when Liam shows up at his funeral. Katelyn is the grieving wife, who I idolized throughout this novel. I felt the emotions that the author conveyed when Liam and Josie have their “talk”. There are a lot of truths that come out but some not so soon or easy. The waiting was a killer. It wasn’t like the normal pining away novel so PLEASE love it and stick with it so the epic showdown is completely a shocker to you as it was me.
I don’t like reading about a ten year long love that just eats away. I have never related to someone who just exists without their lover/love interest. Not realistic to me at all. This was different. Both of these characters have longevity in the series.
When I got to the end I immediately started book 2.
Heidi is a New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author.
Originally from the Pacific Northwest, she now lives in picturesque Vermont, with her husband and two daughters. Also renting space in their home is an over-hyper Beagle/Jack Russell, Buttercup, two Parakeets, Gonzo & Hedwig, and their newest addition of a Highland West/Mini Schnauzer, Jill.
During the day Heidi is behind a desk talking about Land Use. At night, she’s writing one of the many stories planned for release or sitting court-side during either daughter’s basketball games.
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