Tuesday, June 11, 2013

Freebie Book Blitz: The Little Red Book of Romance by Thomas Hunter Dillon

Title: The Little Red Book of Romance

Author: Thomas Hunter Dillon

Genre: Adult Romance

Release: Monday, June 10th, 2013

Availability: paperback & KIndle, on Amazon

Content: Some ADULT content. Not suitable for YA audiences.

Prices: paperback ~ $9.69, Kindle ebook ~ $0.99

Promotions: FREE to download for Kindle from 6/10-6/14


SYNOPSIS:
The Little Red Book of Romance brings together all the early writings of author T.H. Dillon in one convenient volume, plus an entirely NEW short-story exclusive to this book! Complete with introductions from Thomas himself, each story now comes to you in a newly revised and updated format. Included are all eight of Thomas Hunter Dillon’s works from The Little Purple Book of Passions, and all four of his works from The Little Black Book of Paranormal Passions. The Little Red Book of Romance brings you an array of sexy and sensual offerings from the erotic and daring, to the paranormal and bold. These are the unique stylings that launched the career of Thomas Hunter Dillon.

Thomas Hunter Dillon is a Midwestern writer living in the great state of Wisconsin. After being born and raised in the Madison area, his life has taken him around the entire state on some great and unique adventures that he strives to share in his writing. Erotic and sensual writing began as a hobby for him in his early 20’s and has recently become the foundation for his identity as T.H. Dillon. He writes in other genres as well, under other names. When not working on a current writing project, he enjoys passing time with good movies, sports, and classic cars. He also enjoys receiving messages and feedback from his readers, and tries to respond to them whenever possible.


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After pressing the button for the 53rd floor, Zach quickly flashed a glance over at the mystery beauty and acknowledged her with a polite smile and a calm “You’re welcome”. Once he had done so, he tried to avert his eyes to avoid making her feel uncomfortable. Zach looked up at the ceiling of the elevator….mirrors. Then he glanced over at the back wall of the elevator….mirrors. But what he saw in them was the reflection of a beautiful stranger with a stare planted firmly on him. He finally dropped his head to pretend he was looking at the floor of the elevator, only there was a problem with that….more mirrors! Now if he stared too long at the floor of the elevator, he could be accused of trying to peep up the slinky black dress of his guest in the elevator. There was simply no way he could avoid looking at her.
Her petite voice pierced the awkward silence once more. “72nd floor?” she questioned.
Zach was hoping to be there soon, so he could avoid any more awkward conversation. He glanced up at the digital floor-counter above the elevator doors. 9th floor! This awkward conversation was just beginning. With that he turned his attention to the mystery beauty opposite him in the elevator.
“Yep, that’s me!” he said shyly as he met her eyes with his.
“Isn’t everything above the 70th floor a suite or a penthouse?” she curiously mused.
“I honestly have no idea miss. This is my first time ever staying here.”
Her curiosity began to grow more now. She started to eye Zach up and down to get a good look at him. Zach suddenly became uneasy because he knew how this always ended for him. Or at least he thought he did. As he expected her too, the mysterious woman ceased to relent with her questioning.
“Say….you must be someone important if you’re staying on the 72nd floor,” she pondered out loud.
“Or have a good night at the blackjack tables!” he quickly joked.
The momentary laughter their shared over that statement served to ease Zach’s tension for only a matter of minutes. Zach didn’t know what to say next and neither did the mystery beauty. He glanced up again at the floor-counter above the doors, thinking he had successfully dodged a bullet. 14thfloor! This elevator was quickly becoming a prison of sorts and Zach’s anxiety grew. He wondered the likelihood of them making it to the 53rd floor before the inevitable happened. Probably not he thought to himself. He glanced back over at his co-pilot on this magic carpet ride and found her still intently fixated on him with her stare.
“So Mr. Lucky-at-blackjack…..what’s your name?” she politely asked.
“Zach,” he responded.
“That’s funny,” she noted. “I drove up today for a book-signing at the book shop on the other side of the resort. The author’s name was Zachary Disdain,” she smirked.
“You don’t say?” Zach said with a twinge of sarcasm.
“Yeah, you know the romance author, Zachary Disdain?”
“No ma’am….can’t say as I know him.”
“I suppose not,” the mystery woman suggested. “Most men don’t read romance novels anyways.”
“You can say that again!” Zach quickly joked.

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