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Inappropriate Thoughts
Both by the same author, just under different names
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Book Blurb
The first in a new erotic contemporary romance series, Inappropriate Thoughts is a scorching mix of desire, sex, love and slightly inappropriate comedy.
Jillian Grayson is a disillusioned divorcée and best-selling romance novelist who can't write a chapter without her hunky male heartthrob suffering ED, an STD, or even worse. Brian Nash is a tennis-obsessed, college senior who's unlucky in love and the roommate and best friend of Jillian's son, Rob. When Rob brings Brian home for spring break and he meets the surprisingly young and also tennis passionate Jillian, their shared interest quickly develops into an intense mutual attraction. After nearly giving in to their feelings, they hatch a plan, while under the influence (of something more than just the perfect Miami night), to be friends with "partial" benefits complete with rules to define the boundaries. Will the lonely pair continue with this distinctive relationship, actually explore their desires or will they discover all of it is a really bad idea?
READER ADVISORY:
This story contains content some readers may find objectionable, including explicit sex and language.
Inappropriate Thoughts is a more explicit version of Friends with Partial Benefits
Buy Links
Amazon - http://www.amazon.com/dp/B005ZWRMM2/
BN - http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/inappropriate-thoughts-ian-dalton/1107033717?ean=2940032855095
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Book Series Blurb
Ian Dalton's Victoria Wilde versions contain approximately 7,000 more words with expanded scenes and more explicit prose while Luke Young's Friends series is written with a little left to the imagination. Rest assured that both versions contain the same level of laugh out loud fun.
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Book Excerpt
Jillian Grayson sat up in bed, typing away on the
keyboard of her laptop computer. She wore a nightshirt that wasn’t all that
sexy, but what she was typing was… or at least it started out that way...
Dallas
lay in bed, unable to sleep and wondering if Katrina was suffering the same
fate—and for the very same reason. Did she want him as much as he wanted her?
Katrina was but a few steps away, yet he dare not go to her, for he was a
guest, and then there was Katrina’s mother, who was just across the hall. For
Dallas, sleep came minutes later, but it would be short- lived, for soon
Katrina stood over him, completely nude and pondering how to proceed...
Dallas
must have been in a deep sleep, since he didn’t feel it when Katrina peeled the
sheet carefully off him, exposing his muscular body, six-pack abs, and sizeable
manhood. She quivered when his impressiveness sprang into view. For a long
time, she kneeled next to the bed, just studying his body and savoring his
scent. Taking his sex into her hand, Katrina worked it until it was rigid while
she watched him sleep. When Dallas woke, he looked into her eyes, swallowed
hard, and whispered, "I’ve been waiting for you."
Just
as fast as his sex expanded, it lost its firmness and flopped against his leg.
Katrina looked down at it in disappointment and then moaned in frustration.
"What’s wrong?"
Dallas
said sheepishly, "Sometimes that happens to me. Sorry. Ever since I
cheated on my wife with that whore in the pool, I haven’t been able to—"
Jillian stopped typing and thought she might be heading
in the wrong direction with this. How did her ex-husband get into the story?
But then again, most men are assholes, she thought.
Picking up the glass of wine from her nightstand, she
took a long sip and then replaced it. She highlighted the last paragraph about
Dallas’s problem, hit one key, and it was gone. Just like his boner. She
laughed out loud.
Jillian wasn’t exactly in the correct frame of mind to
write at the moment, especially on this particular subject. She stared straight
ahead and wondered about the likelihood of Dallas slipping in the shower,
striking his head, and dying instantly. Or maybe an earthquake could strike,
and Dallas’s amazingly perfect body would be trapped under a giant beam.
What the hell kind of name was Dallas anyway? She
thought she might want to give her character a real name like Stewart but
figured no one would believe that a guy named Stewart could give you six
consecutive orgasms in one night.
What was she doing, anyway, writing novels about people
having amazing sex when she’d never had any? Okay, maybe once or twice twenty
years ago, but none since then. She had no right. If people knew that she was
the one writing these books, they wouldn’t buy them. She was a fraud.
Jillian picked up her wineglass and took another long
drink. She grinned, wiped those unhelpful thoughts from her mind, and started
typing again...
Katrina
took his sex in her hand and worked it until it was rigid. As she studied it
closely, Katrina noticed two red bumps on the underside of his pathetic excuse
for a penis. She recoiled in horror—
Jillian hit the backspace key to erase everything after
Dallas’s "sex" started expanding. Romance novels about erectile
dysfunction and STDs weren’t exactly big sellers. She closed the lid on the
laptop and tossed it gently onto a pillow at the foot of the bed. She emptied
her wineglass with one last sip and turned on the television.
Jillian Grayson wrote under the pen name of Jaclyn
West. She’d written fourteen bestsellers so far and had more money than she
needed flowing in, so her next novel could wait. The book royalties had paid
for her large, beautiful house in Miami. She still had plenty of money, even
after the divorce, which forced her to part with nearly half of her earnings to
her bastard ex-husband.
She’d never forget the day she came home early from a
book tour and found George performing oral sex on that slut in the pool, the
pool she had paid for and an act he rarely, if ever, did for her. Jillian
always thought he hated oral sex or, more specifically, he hated the giving
part. But there he was, naked, standing in the shallow end of the pool, and
going to work on some other woman as she floated in the pool on a ring, which
Jillian had also paid for. The pool oral sex thing actually looked like it
might be kind of fun, and Jillian often wondered why George had never once
tried that on her.
That day, when Jillian spotted them from the second
floor balcony off their bedroom, she had watched for a little longer than she’d
care to admit. Maybe that was because all her erotic romance writing had left
her desensitized to sex, at least a little. At first, it didn’t seem real; it
was as if she was visualizing a scene for a book, not watching her husband
cheat on her.
When she finally came back to earth, Jillian left the
house and went to the side of the pool. She snuck up on the adulterous couple
and stood there until the woman being serviced noticed they had an audience.
The woman tapped George on the shoulder to get his attention. When George
turned around, he had a guilty look on his face that Jillian would never
forget. Jillian wouldn’t let the naked woman back in the house to get her
clothes. She simply threw the clothes out the door. The woman was forced to get
dressed outside and shamefully leave through the back gate. George went into
the house, got dressed, and left through the front door. It was the last time
he ever set foot inside.
Jillian didn’t cry that day; instead, she put on a pair
of kitchen gloves and retrieved the ring float from the pool. When her attempts
to drain the float of air through the valve seemed to be taking too long, she
stabbed it ten times with scissors. That could possibly have been overkill, but
it did the trick and gave her a much-needed outlet for her rage. Jillian called
a company to have the pool drained, scrubbed, and refilled at the cost of
fifteen hundred dollars. It was worth it, she thought, because she would never
have been able to dip a toe in the pool until every last drop of that
contaminated water was replaced.
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Toot's Review
Friends With Partial Benefits is the watered-down version of
the book Inappropriate Thoughts by the same author, just under two different
pen names. The stories are basically the same just Inappropriate Thoughts would
be considered more Erotica (spicy) whereas F.W.P.B's would be more of a romance
(less spice). The basic story in summery is this......
Jillian is a very successful romance writer and she's in her
more mature years. She also lives by the quote "those who can't,
write" and it totally applies to her romance life. She's recently gone
through an ugly divorce that revolved around a cheating hubby. The only good
thing to come out of her marriage is her college-age son, Rob. Rob has decided to come home for spring break
and bring his BFF Brian along. Brian, who's upside-down and totally twisted about
a girl from college, who keeps stringing him along. He just needs to spend some
time away from her to figure out what the future of their relationship is. Rob
has all the best intentions of helping his friend over this hurdle but he also
wants to reconnect with his longtime, long distance girlfriend. Little does Rob
know, his girlfriend plans to spend as much time with him as she can.
Unfortunately for Brian, that means he's being dumped by his BFF while at his
house on spring break and has to spend time with the only other person in the
house, his mom Jillian. Although Brian is a gentleman and grateful to Jillian
for putting the boys up for the break, he quickly finds out that Jillian is one
hot mama and they actually have tons in common. Brian and Jillian quickly
become fast friends and are inexplicably drawn to each other but they don't
want to hurt Rob by carrying their relationship further. So after a few drinks and other substances,
they decide to become "Friends With Partial Benefits", basically a
play on the classic "Friends With Benefits" but with wayyyyyy more
restrictions. They lay down some rules and try desperately to adhere to them
but once they sober up, they realize it's absolutely not going to work. So
where do they go from there?
I actually really enjoyed this CR. I read the more spicier
version, Inappropriate Thoughts first, then quickly went through Friends With
Partial Benefits, just to see the differences. I quickly realized, I actually
liked both versions but if I had to say, feet to the fire, I liked the spicier
version myself. I definitely don't think you lose any of the story in either
version. The basic story line is still intact with or without the spice. It's a super cute "Cougar" romance.
The guys are hot and the woman show that no matter your age, you can rock it! I
did find Jillian's BFF a bit much at times and I didn't like how abruptly the
story ended but this is a series, so I'm assuming the answers left open are
tied up in the other books? All in all, I'd recommend it and more-over it's one
of the only romances I've read where you can choose how you want it, with or
without spice!
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Author/s Bio
His Friends With… Benefits and Victoria Wilde series are based on the same laugh out loud stories with the Ian versions containing about 7000 words (around thirty pages) of more explicit and expanded sex scenes. So whether you like your contemporary romance regular or extra spicy, he thinks he has something for you. To get a feel for how the versions compare, please check out the "Who Is Ian Dalton" page on his website: http://lukeyoungbooks.com/who-is-ian-dalton/
Author Contact Links
Ian:
Amazon US Author Page: http://www.amazon.com/Ian-Dalton/e/B0061WDLUM/
Amazon UK Author Page: http://www.amazon.co.uk/Ian-Dalton/e/B0061WDLUM/
Email: ianwdalton@gmail.com
Facebook Page: http://www.facebook.com/#!/InappropriateThoughts
Twitter: @iandaltonbooks
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I'm a little bit of both! :) Def. have to try this one! Thanks!
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