{"id":21651,"date":"2018-09-23T09:08:30","date_gmt":"2018-09-23T14:08:30","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/twinsietalk.com\/?p=21651"},"modified":"2018-09-17T19:26:18","modified_gmt":"2018-09-18T00:26:18","slug":"newrelease-releaseblitz-contemporary-morethanwords-more-than-crave-you-more-than-words-book-4-by-shayla-black","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/twinsietalk.com\/?p=21651","title":{"rendered":"#NewRelease #PromoTour #ReleaseBlitz #Contemporary #MoreThanWords More Than Crave You (More Than Words Book 4) By Shayla Black"},"content":{"rendered":"

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I’m Evan Cook\u2014billionaire tech entrepreneur and widower. Professionally, I\u2019ve got it all. But since my wife died, my personal life has fallen apart. Remarrying seems like the obvious answer, so I place an ad. I’m not asking for much. The ideal woman only needs to be smart, organized, pretty, and helpful\u2014both in and out of bed\u2014without expecting romance. I never thought to look right in front of me\u2026but it turns out that Nia Wright, my sexy, sassy assistant, just might be the perfect candidate.<\/span><\/p>\n

After an unexpectedly hot night together, I’m ready to stop interviewing strangers and simply marry her. On paper, she ticks every box on my list. Best of all, she’s far too sensible to fall for me. I didn\u2019t see the flaw in my logic until it was far too late. I never thought I\u2019d lose my heart for the first time. And I definitely never imagined that she could consume me until I more than crave her. But she’s harboring a secret that could tear us apart\u2014just as I’m finally putting myself together.<\/span><\/p>\n

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I charge down the hall toward what might be the stupidest mistake of my life.
\nI move through the sea of bodies, shrugging past the Latina dancer, a few of the French maids, then bump into my assistant\u2019s handsy dance partner. I stare him down. He looks at me blankly. One thing I realize instantly? My gaydar is absolutely silent. He\u2019s every bit as straight as I am.
\nAs he hovers protectively around Nia\u2019s dressing room, I snarl and shoulder my way past him.
\nHe grabs my arm. \u201cWhere do you think you\u2019re going?\u201d
\n\u201cTo see Nia. Let go.\u201d
\nHis eyes narrow. \u201cIs she expecting you?\u201d
\nNo. In fact, I\u2019m about to shock the hell out of her. I don\u2019t know if I\u2019ll be unwelcome, but I\u2019m going to test Bas\u2019s theory that she wants me. If he\u2019s right\u2026this could get messy really fast.
\nI shake him off, barrel inside the room, and shut the door. Behind me, I immediately hear the asshole jimmying the knob. I throw my weight against the portal to keep him out and lock it behind me.
\nNia whirls to the sound of my intrusion, dressed in an inch of stage makeup, a silky white robe\u2014and nothing else.
\nThe moment she recognizes me, her mouth drops open. Shock spreads across her face. \u201cE-Evan?\u201d
\n\u201cNia.\u201d I can\u2019t find more words. I can\u2019t do anything except stare and put one foot in front of the other. I certainly can\u2019t defuse the anger and possessiveness I know I have no right to feel.
\n\u201cWhat are you doing here?\u201d
\n\u201cThat\u2019s my question for you,\u201d I growl. \u201cWhy the fuck are you taking your clothes off for strangers?\u201d
\nShe rears back and blinks at me. I don\u2019t think she\u2019s ever heard me curse. I keep the office professional, totally aboveboard. But I can\u2019t manage decorum now when she\u2019s breathing hard and her nipples are poking her thin robe.
\nShe raises her chin and glares at me. Everything about her demeanor is like waving a red cape in front of a bull.
\n\u201cIt\u2019s burlesque, not stripping,\u201d she snaps. \u201cI don\u2019t do this for money. I do it because I enjoy dancing.\u201d
\n\u201cYeah? You enjoy that asshole\u2019s hands all over you, too?\u201d Even though the logical side of my brain tells me I\u2019m way out of line, I point at the door behind me and stalk closer to her. \u201cYou enjoy sex standing up with him?\u201d
\nHer nostrils flare. Her mouth presses into a firm line. \u201cLast time I checked, boss, I don\u2019t have to justify my personal life to you.\u201d
\nThe fact she\u2019s right only pisses me off more. \u201cYou do when your behavior reflects badly on Stratus Solutions.\u201d
\nShe shoots me a quelling glare. \u201cYou\u2019ll have to do better than that. No one in the audience knows who I am. I never take off my mask and I never use my real name. Nothing I do on stage can taint your reputation.\u201d Arms crossed over her chest, she saunters closer. \u201cWhy don\u2019t you be honest and tell me what\u2019s really bothering you? I know you\u2019re not this mad simply because I was dressed a little risqu\u00e9 and gyrated on stage with Kyle?\u201d
\nI debate the wisdom of blurting the truth. The rational part of my brain tells me to shut up, leave, and act on Monday like nothing happened tonight. Every other part of me knows that ship has sailed. My cock is especially eager to lay my cards on the table, grab Nia in my arms\u2026and not worry about what happens next.
\n\u201cYou\u2019re right. I\u2019m mad because I think you\u2019ve fucked him.\u201d
\nShe jerks as if I\u2019ve slapped her. \u201cNot that it\u2019s any of your business, but we haven\u2019t been together in almost two years. Thanks for letting me know you think I\u2019m a whore.\u201d
\nHearing I was right royally pisses me off. Having her put words in my mouth kills what\u2019s left of my patience, stripping away anything resembling professional civility.
\nI try not to squeeze her arms as I drag her close. \u201cI never said that. Or thought it. I\u2019m telling you that I can\u2019t stand knowing he\u2019s touched you. I don\u2019t like the fact you still have anything to do with him. I don\u2019t even understand why I\u2019m here yelling and angry. I\u2019m just\u2026\u201d
\nHow the hell do I put the storm raging inside me into words? No clue, but I need to get it all out somehow or I\u2019m going to explode.
\n\u201cJealous?\u201d Soft surprise crosses her face.
\nSomething about her confusion rips the confession from me. \u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cBecause you\u2026want me?\u201d
\nI grit my teeth and try again to think through the wisdom of spilling all this to her. But I can\u2019t keep it in. The softness of warm silk and hot woman under my palms almost undoes me. \u201cYes. I know I shouldn\u2019t. I\u2019ve spent forty-eight hours telling myself what I\u2019m feeling is ridiculous and I can\u2019t allow this\u2014whatever it is\u2014into our perfectly comfortable, efficient working relationship. But I can\u2019t turn it off. I can\u2019t fight it. I can\u2019t pretend it doesn\u2019t exist.\u201d
\n\u201cIs that what you\u2019d rather do? Bury your head in the sand and not feel it?\u201d She looks hurt.
\nHer expression makes me feel like an asshole. Nia always asks insightful questions. Why should now be different?
\nI shake my head. \u201cFor the first time in months\u2014maybe years\u2014I feel alive.\u201d
\nNia stares at me in silence, her gaze fused to mine. I swear I see a hundred thoughts whip through her head. For once, I can\u2019t read a single one.
\n\u201cSay something.\u201d If she doesn\u2019t soon, I don\u2019t know what I\u2019ll do. I don\u2019t even know if I can be responsible for what happens next.
\n\u201cHave you been drinking?\u201d
\n\u201cNot enough to drown out how much I want you.\u201d
\n\u201cIn spite of your opinion about my sexual past? And what about our working relationship?\u201d
\nShe\u2019s not wrong, but they\u2019re barbed questions. I have to maneuver around them carefully. \u201cNothing matters to me except touching you right now.\u201d
\nBefore Nia can chew on my answer and remember all the reasons she should say no, I pull her against me. She gasps. The instant her soft body makes contact with my hard, aching cock, I groan and hold her tighter, cupping her face and lowering my mouth to her parted lips.<\/div>\n<\/div>\n

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More Than Want You, Book 1<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

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More Than Need You, Book 2 <\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

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More Than Love You, Book 3<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

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\"\"Shayla Black is the New York Times<\/em> and USA Today<\/em> bestselling author of more than sixty novels. For nearly twenty years, she\u2019s written contemporary, erotic, paranormal, and historical romances via traditional, independent, foreign, and audio publishers. Her books have sold millions of copies and been published in a dozen languages.<\/p>\n

Raised an only child, Shayla occupied herself with lots of daydreaming, much to the chagrin of her teachers. In college, she found her love for reading and realized that she could have a career publishing the stories spinning in her imagination. Though she graduated with a degree in Marketing\/Advertising and embarked on a stint in corporate America to pay the bills, her heart has always been with her characters. She\u2019s thrilled that she\u2019s been living her dream as a full-time author for the past eight years.<\/p>\n

Shayla currently lives in North Texas with her wonderfully supportive husband, her teenage daughter, and two spoiled tabbies. In her \u201cfree\u201d time, she enjoys reality TV, reading, and listening to an eclectic blend of music.<\/p>\n

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