{"id":19790,"date":"2017-11-11T09:00:14","date_gmt":"2017-11-11T15:00:14","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/twinsietalk.com\/?p=19790"},"modified":"2017-11-03T19:37:16","modified_gmt":"2017-11-04T00:37:16","slug":"wotr18-newrelease-prefect-match-by-alexis-alvarez","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/twinsietalk.com\/?p=19790","title":{"rendered":"#WOTR18 #NewRelease – Prefect Match by Alexis Alvarez"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Author: Alexis Alvarez<\/span><\/div>\n
Genre: Contemporary Romance<\/span><\/div>\n
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Release Date: November 6, 2017<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
Cover Artist: Jessica Hildreth<\/span><\/div>\n
Cover Photographer: Wander Aguiar<\/span><\/div>\n
Cover Model: Jacob Cooley<\/span><\/p>\n
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Fia Martin has a tough job: Find the perfect woman for arrogant, handsome Dylan Chambers, before her rival can do it\u2013\u2013on national television. If Dylan declares her the winner, Fia\u2019s match-making business will skyrocket.\u00a0<\/span><\/div>\n

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Dylan is picky. He\u2019s smug. He reminds Fia that he doesn\u2019t believe in true love. The dates she sets up for him end in complete disaster. And every time she tells him to behave, he flirts with her shamelessly.\u00a0<\/span><\/div>\n

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A stolen kiss turns to a night of unbelievable passion and the best sex of her life…but Fia knows that Dylan\u2019s not interested in more than a fling, because he\u2019s still going on dates for the challenge like nothing happened.\u00a0<\/span><\/div>\n

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When Dylan chooses her competitor’s company for his final dream date in Hawaii, to a woman who looks perfect on paper, Fia figures she can kiss the trophy goodbye. The problem is that she’s about to lose her heart, too\u2026to the one man who\u2019s completely unavailable.<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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\u201cWell.\u201d He cleared his throat. \u201cSo\u2014why don\u2019t you see what I wanted to show you.\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cOkay.\u201d She felt a sudden anxiety. \u201cUm, where is it?\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cAround the wall. Behind that partition. Go past the metal sculptures, and turn right.\u201d He gestured, then stepped in behind her and flipped on the light. It took a while for the overhead fixtures to flash into life, as if the electrons were asleep, dusty, rusty like the sculptures. She could almost hear them sighing and complaining as they warmed up. Something hummed.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
Confronted with the fact that she was about to see something dear to him, she felt unaccountably shy, and tried to hide it. \u201cIs a clown going to pop out? Is it that kind of weird performance art? There better not be a clown.\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cThere aren\u2019t any clowns.\u201d His voice was taut. He crossed his arms. \u201cGo ahead, then, if you\u2019re so eager.\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cOkay. I\u2019m going.\u201d She looked back at him once, then walked ahead.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
She walked forward past the rusted metal amalgamations, meldings of gears and beam shards that did nothing for her but raise questions and disappointment.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
When she turned the corner, she sucked in her breath, confronted with things so magnificent that she, at first, didn\u2019t think they were real. A low metal table held a collection of orbs, some of glass, shining, other metal. Different sizes and shapes, some oblong, some spherical, they glowed with a presence, calling her forward. They were otherworldly, gorgeous, strange, and hypnotic. The colors! Such swirls and whorls, like each one was an entire planet, but also maybe something like a seed, a flower, an ocean.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cThese\u2014are yours?\u201d They were like the things in his house, the ones she\u2019d admired.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
He came up behind her. \u201cYes.\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cCan I touch?\u201d She felt the raw need to come closer. \u201cGod. These are amazing.\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cEvery sculpture in here can be touched.\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
She reached out to the closest orb. \u201cCan I pick it up?\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cIf you can lift it.\u201d His voice held amusement.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
She struggled in vain to pick up a large sphere, moved to a smaller, fist-sized one. It was surprisingly heavy, a bowling ball in her palm. \u201cWhat\u2019s this made of?\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cWhat\u2019s it made of?\u201d His voice held a smile. \u201cMy heart.\u201d But despite the expression, his eyes were ferocious, serious, rapt, as he watched her touch.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
She held the small one in both hands, pressed to her chest. \u201cI want it. I want to own this. It\u2019s beautiful.\u201d She looked at it, moved it around to examine all the parts of it. \u201cI don\u2019t want to stop looking at it. I want to eat it. Absorb it. Have it in my house, so I can see it all the time.\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
He gave a short laugh, and she could swear that her praise made some tension drain out of him. He looked looser, lighter, like a weight was lifted from him. \u201cDon\u2019t overdo it. Maybe you just like them because you hated Anthony\u2019s stuff so much.\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
She shook her head. \u201cNo. I could have walked past the Sistine Chapel and I\u2019d still love these.\u201d She put it down and stroked it. \u201cIt feels warm! Alive. Smooth. Tingly, sort of. How did you do that? And how do you make it shine?\u201d She tilted her head. \u201cI love the way they catch the light.\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cSecret of the trade,\u201d he said, his voice low. \u201cI\u2019ll never tell.\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cI love them.\u201d The words came all at once, in a rush, and it was true, and she knew it was true. These things, these spheres, they were singing to her, all of them, a wordless tune that hit her in her soul. She looked up and met his eyes. \u201cI love them.\u201d Her voice was hushed.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
He smiled, and it lit up the harsh planes of his face, made his eyes glow. \u201cSo do I.\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
He stepped in and she felt the warmth of his body as he intruded into her personal space, and she leaned in just slightly, as if to encourage him to come further, to keep coming until they were only atoms apart. She smelled his faded cologne and his own masculine scent, mixed with the odor of paint and wood in the warehouse. She could see his tendons when he swallowed. His eyes were gorgeous.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cSo we have something in common.\u201d Her voice came out breathy and low.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cA miracle.\u201d He smiled, and his dimple showed. She nearly melted. His face was so close! \u201cAlthough I think we have more than a few things in common at this point, Fia.\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cI guess we do.\u201d When he reached for her, she didn\u2019t resist, and when he stood her in front of him and undressed her with his eyes first, before unzipping her dress and silently pulling it down the curves of her body, she acquiesced.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
The only thing she said was, \u201cHere?\u201d glancing around the vast space, the corners dark and foreboding, as if strange things, colorful magical things might be hiding there, alert and untrustworthy. But the light in the center shone down like a spotlight, accentuating his features and making his eyes shine.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
He nodded. \u201cRight here.\u201d He pointed to a chaise lounge under the lights, blue, velvety.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s like we\u2019re on a stage.\u201d She felt as if they were in a strange theater.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cNobody will watch. It\u2019s just us.\u201d His voice was low. He stripped off his shirt, took off his jeans and boxers. Nude, with the lighting creating highlights and shadows on his body, he looked mysterious, chiseled, a perfect Greek sculpture, each muscle just so, his face gorgeous and powerful.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
She slid off her lacy thong and tossed it aside, and faced him, naked. The look in his eyes almost scared her; he was so fierce, so raw.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cYou want to play by my rules again?\u201d he murmured, walking around her. He picked up her hair and fisted it, then kissed her neck.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
She shuddered at the touch of his lips. \u201cYes,\u201d she whispered. She stood still, like a statue herself. She wondered if the lights flickered and gleamed on her skin like on his, whether he saw her like a living piece of art, too.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cYou want me to be your master again, right here, right now?\u201d His grip tightened on her hair, not painful, but she was definitely aware of his strength.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
At that, he snaked one arm around her flat stomach and pulled her against him. She sucked in a breath when she felt his hard cock pressing into the seam of her ass. With his other hand, he dropped her hair, letting it flow back over her shoulders, and gripped her neck, firmly but not too tightly, and pulled her into his head that way, too. They stood that way for a minute, just breathing, his hands hot on her throat and belly. His cock twitched and she pushed her buttocks back into his body, wanting more.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cDo you trust me?\u201d His voice was low.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cCompletely?\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d It was true.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cGood.\u201d He released his grip. \u201cPlease go over to the chaise and lie down on your back. Close your eyes.\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
She started to vibrate with excitement and felt moisture seep down her thighs. Just imagining what he was going to do, how he might tease her in terrible and delightful ways, made her body hum with eager anticipation.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
She walked over, swaying her hips, and arranged herself as gracefully as possible. She shot one look at him before letting her lids shut: He was stalking toward her, that feral look, his body so strong and sexy\u2014that was the last image she captured before she closed her eyes, and that picture stayed floating behind her eyelids, flickering in and out.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
Her pulse accelerated as she heard him approach, and she flinched slightly when he touched her hair.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cRelax.\u201d His voice held humor. \u201cI\u2019m not going to hurt you\u2026yet.\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cDylan?\u201d She squeezed her eyes shut.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n

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Alexis Alvarez is an author, photographer, and digital designer who loves writing steamy romances. Her female heroines are always strong, intelligent women who fall for the sexiest guy around…and get the happy-ever-after ending of their dreams.<\/span><\/div>\n

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Alexis is a wife and mom, a former chemical engineer, a dachshund-whisperer\u2014wait, that\u2019s a lie. The dachshund usually does the exact opposite of what he\u2019s told.<\/span><\/div>\n

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Do you like contemporary romance with steam and humor? Darker BDSM\/erotica novels with fascinating psychological insights? Alexis has you covered. She writes in both genres.\u00a0<\/span><\/div>\n

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You can usually find Alexis hanging out with her sisters, who are also romance writers, in their Facebook Group, Graffiti Fiction<\/a>. The three of them love to drink wine together and laugh like hyenas while making dirty jokes and really inappropriate comments. They have a website which is not always updated here: www.graffitifiction.com<\/a><\/span><\/div>\n

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Read More by Alexis Alvarez:<\/span><\/div>\n
Steamy, Contemporary Romance:<\/span><\/div>\n
A Handful of Fire<\/a><\/span><\/div>\n
Boston<\/a><\/span><\/div>\n
Dream Girl<\/a><\/span><\/div>\n

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Kinky\/BDSM Romance:<\/span><\/div>\n
His Firm Direction<\/a><\/span><\/div>\n
Casey\u2019s Choice<\/a><\/span><\/div>\n
Capturing Kate<\/a><\/span><\/div>\n
Myka and the Millionaire<\/a><\/span><\/div>\n
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