Boston (20 page)

Dear Readers,

Thank you for buying my book, Boston! I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. This is one of my favorite books, and I got so into the characters of Abby and Boston and their friends. They’re all made up, but to me they feel genuine. I keep expecting Boston to come into my computer room, shirtless, and say “Hey, luv,” while giving me a kiss on the cheek. And this would be okay, because I would authorize my husband to receive a kiss on the cheek from his favorite fictional character. Oh, wait, that’s right… he doesn’t read fiction. Well, his loss!

I would love to hear how you felt about the story. If Boston asked you out on a date, would you say yes? Who was your favorite character? Did anything drive you crazy? What was your favorite scene? Please share!

You can contact me on my Facebook author page—I’m on Facebook (way too) often and respond to all of my messages, so please reach out and say hi.

https://www.facebook.com/Alexis-Alvarez-Author-621284584692254/

You can also find me on my website, which I share with my two real-life sisters, Maria Monroe and Adrienne Perry, who are fantastic writers. We all blog there and love comments and visitors. If you sign up for our mailing list, you will receive our super-awesome newsletters full of excerpts, sneak peeks, new releases, and raffles. It’s fun stuff.

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I know there are millions of books out there. I heard that over one thousand new books are published on Amazon each day! That’s a bewildering number, and I’m truly grateful that you chose mine out the mix, like one star out of the infinite sky, and read it today. Thank you. Your time means so much to me—it’s the best gift an author can get. Thanks for being part of my world! Happy reading.

Lots of love from Alexis

Q: Is there really a club in Boston called Men Got Moves?

A: No, but there should be. And they need to put faces of all my favorite models on the barstools!

Q: Why do you like to put poetry into all of your books?

A: I’ve always loved poetry and try to slip it in everywhere I can. (That’s what he said.)

Q: So—wait, you’re kind of inappropriate and make gross jokes a lot, right?

A: Yes.

Q: Is there really a museum in Chicago called The Lizzadro Museum of Lapidary Art, and it’s the most amazing place in the world? And even though you’re over forty, you still fondly remember going there on a field trip in third grade, and the best part was buying a pencil with LITTLE ROCKS INSIDE OF IT, in a clear holder, OMG, and it was the most wonderful thing you’d ever seen? And last time you went home to Chicago, your family and Adrienne’s family went there to visit together and it was EVEN BETTER than you remembered? And for some strange reason, your sister Maria Monroe does not share your and Adrienne’s enthusiasm for the LMLA and refused to go, saying it would be a snore-fest, and maybe she even made sarcastic snoring sounds out loud, but someday you and Adrienne are going to totally trick her into going there?

A: Yes.

Maria Monroe and Adrienne Perry, you guys are the best sisters, beta readers and laugh partners a sister could ever have in this world. I had the best time at the Chicago RWA conference with you! (“Beaver Peeker.” OMG.) And you’re both super writers. LOVE YOU so much!

Jill S., thanks for keeping it real with “moist” “panties!” You and our entire writing group are awesome sauce. Why, my eyes are downright “moist” with emotion. (MOIST PANTIES MOIST PANTIES MOIST PANTIES.)

Shannon Passmore – thanks for the gorgeous cover design! 
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Shane Eyeball Williams, thanks for being my cover model! 
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Heather Roberts, thanks for the blurb, ads, PR and marketing assistance! 
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Kacey Shea, thanks for introducing me to Shane and setting up the photo shoot. You are a fantastic writer and friend!

Erica Scott, thanks for your editing! You rock and I love having you as my copy-editor. I think I should send you a chocolate-covered comma as a gift because you fix all of mine. (That sounds gross, sort of pervy, doesn’t it? It sounded better in my head.) Okay, so no CCC. But all my thanks.

Lizzadro Museum of Lapidary Art, I LOVE YOU and your rock pencils. Be cool always.

To my husband and daughter… I love you so much, the most in the world. Thanks for being patient with me when I spend so many hours at my computer. You make it all worthwhile.

If you liked this book, or if you didn’t, would you consider leaving a review? To authors, reviews are the tiny sweet bursts of joy that say, “you complete me,” and “you had me at five stars.” Here are some sample reviews for Boston.

Sample Review: Better than being eaten by a bear!

I woke up at three a.m., freezing cold in my shitty tent in a campground near Crater Lake, and snuck into the lodge to warm up. To pass time while I thawed, I chose this book from the two that were available on the “take one, leave one” shelf. This one was better than the runner-up,
Noxious Weeds of Klamath County: Updated and Revised 1987
. So, thanks for that.

Sample Review: Oh, You Whippersnappers.

I found this book in my great-granddaughter’s dorm room and my word, does it have some pretty racy scenes! Although you young people think you invented sex. You didn’t. I’ll have you know, missy, that I had some pretty good “adventures” with your great-grandfather back in the day! Why, I had this funny little nickname for him: “Tall Peter.” But I don’t think it would be appropriate to explain why.

Sample Review: Accidentally Bought The Wrong Book

I thought this was
History of Nineteenth Century Boston Architecture
for my class at the uni. Guess I shouldn’t one-click while I’m drunk? Still, I totally used some of the sick sex moves on my girlfriend and BAM did she explode with passion. We’re happier than ever. Great job, author! A+. BTW, for all you MILFs out there, “sick” means “cool.” You’re welcome.

If you liked
Boston
, you’ll love
Dream Girl
, my sexy and witty contemporary romance with heat and humor. Read on for the blurb and a steamy excerpt.

Dream Girl
on Amazon:
https://amzn.com/B014QAR5RA

Blurb for
Dream Girl
:

He’s sexy and intelligent, handsome and witty, and Chloe’s body lights up with sparks at his touch. And when he looks into her eyes and whispers naughty sexy things into her ear, she wants to melt into him and enjoy the mind-blowing passion he promises.
Too bad he’s the star of the popular reality show
Dream Girls
, and he’s also dating nineteen other women in addition to Chloe—women who are sexy and so talented that their Nobel Prizes should arrive any day now. Chloe’s sure he’s just amusing himself with her, and there is no way he’d pick her as his final Dream Girl—especially since she gets into so many crazy scrapes on the show.
She promised herself she was only doing this for adventure, travel, and new experiences… not to make a fool of herself on national TV. But he’s so sexy and persuasive! Would it be so bad to say yes to all of his dark, dirty requests? And most important of all—what will happen if she risks her heart?

Excerpt from
Dream Girl
:

He inserted his fingers under the fabric of the jeans at her waist, stroking the soft skin there. “I also like to be in charge in the bedroom. Do you want me to show you how that works, too?”

“Yes, show me,” she whispered, resting her cheek against his chest. “Tonight.”

“That sounds like a very reasonable request,” he said in a low voice, and pulled her up to his lips. The kiss deepened, and he ran his hands over her body. “Chloe. Do you want to go back?” His eyebrow raised, he looked at her face to assess, and when she nodded and whispered “yes,” he took her hand in his and started walking them back to the hotel.

When they entered her room, Dominic took off his jacket and tossed it to the chair. He looked her in the eyes and began to deliberately unbutton his shirt. Chloe felt her face redden and she sucked in a breath as his magnificent chest came into view. She waited for him to keep going, but he smiled at her and nodded his head.

“Your turn, Chloe. The shirt.” He crossed his arms, his shirt open. His voice was dominant, and the tone—so masterful and deep—gave her shivers. She licked her lip, watching a muscle twitch in his cheek, and slowly used both hands to raise her shirt and pull it over her head. When she was standing there in just her lacy bra, she tilted her head.

“Like what you see?” Her voice came out husky.

“Damn straight.” His was hoarse. He sat down on the bed, legs spread, and leaned back on his elbows. Chloe let her eyes dart over the cut muscles in his stomach, which rippled as he moved.

“Pants.” His eyes were dark.

Chloe felt a smile tugging at her lips, and she deliberately unbuttoned her pants and stepped out of them. Her panties matched her bra and she felt her nipples peak under his gaze.

“Nice,” he murmured, his body taut, his face focused on hers. “Now the bra.”

Chloe sucked in her breath. “Um…”

He smiled a dangerous grin. “Didn’t you say you wanted to play my game?”

She nodded, hesitant, but still didn’t move to undress further.

“Maybe you need help?” suggested Dominic, getting to his feet. “First-timers sometimes need a little… assistance.” His voice was low and sexy. “Come here.” He gestured with his finger, and pointed to the floor in front of his feet.

Chloe found herself walking over and standing where he indicated. Her breath was coming fast from excitement and passion both.

“Hands behind your head,” he ordered, and Chloe widened her eyes, but did it. His eyes were locked into hers, burning into her, and she was ready to do anything he asked.

He came closer and let his fingers just barely brush over her nipples through the fabric, making her jerk, but then he reached behind her to unclasp the bra.

“Take it off now,” he told her, and smiled when she obeyed, tossing the bra onto the floor.

“Hands back up,” he murmured, “and don’t move until I tell you. Understand?”

She nodded. “Yes.” She raised her arms up and laced her fingers behind her neck, enjoying the look of desire on his face as her nipples jutted out further with her movements.

“Good.” He deliberately bent his head down and licked a nipple, letting his tongue swipe and play around it, over and over, until Chloe squirmed and wiggled with the sensation. He put one hand behind her back to pull her closer to his mouth, blocking her escape, and continued, only stopping to remind her, “Keep those hands up.”

Chloe couldn’t obey for long, though; she was filled with such arousal that she needed to touch him, too, and soon her hands were buried in his thick hair as she tried to pull his head back to her mouth.

He smiled at her. “You have such sensitive breasts, Chloe. I love to tease them.”

Her breath hitched. “Kiss me again, please.”

He smiled. “Soon. First I’m going to let you see how this feels.” He raised an eyebrow and started to unbuckle his belt.

Chloe squeaked. “What are you going to do?” She couldn’t look away as he pulled it from his pants and doubled it over, then jumped when he smacked the leather into his own palm.

He shook his head and chuckled. “Relax. Not that. Not unless you ask specifically for it.”

She let out a breath, feeling a mix of relief and disappointment, but her stomach was still swarming with butterflies. “Okay.”

“Sit down on the bed,” he commanded, “and give me your wrists. Hold your arms out in front of you and cross one over the other at the wrist.”

Chloe obeyed, and he wrapped the belt around her wrists a few times until he could buckle it, binding her in a loose but still effective tie. She pulled at it a few times, thinking she could surely get out if she really needed to or wanted to, but that it would take a few minutes and some dexterity and maybe the use of her mouth as an aid.

“How does that feel?” His voice was firm but questioning. “Okay?”

She nodded, and licked her lips, giving him a sultry glance. “Better than okay. It feels really sexy. I’m all tied up,” she told him in a mock innocent voice. “Whatever are you going to do to me now, Dominic?” She made her eyes wide and batted them at him.

He growled and attacked, pushing her back into the bed, positioning her arms above her head and pressing her hips to the bed with his. “I’m going to do whatever the fuck I want,” he told her and gave her a dangerous smile, and then his mouth was on hers again, the kiss she’d begged for a minute earlier, his tongue playing with her lips.

His chest pressed against hers, and she exulted in the feeling of his body, the sensation of skin to skin. Her nipples were sending bursts of arousal down to her clit each time she rubbed against his body.

He moved his body lower to lick and suck at her breasts, then traced his tongue down the curve of her hip until he reached the lace of her panties.

He looked up until she met his gaze, and said, “This time, these are coming off and staying off.”

Dream Girl
on Amazon:
https://amzn.com/B014QAR5RA