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Cover Copyright ©2007
Trace Edward Zaber
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And The Cradle Will Rock
by Paris Dixon
ISBN-13: 978-1-59279-659-5 (Electronic)
In Amber Heat's bestseller Hot For Teacher, wild and sassy Blythe Larson played the role of both best friend and scheming matchmaker. She encouraged her gal-pal Paige Gillette to attend their ten-year high school reunion in order to snag the man of her dreams. With Blythe's manipulation and "never say die" attitude, the somewhat-shy Paige gained the strength and found herself in heaven.
Now, just over a year later, Blythe finds herself in an unacceptable situation. She can't get a date! Never before has this happened to her, and it couldn't have come at a worse time. She needs to attend an important charity event, knowing that her ex-husband will also be in attendance with his new wife and her former in-laws. Despite his new marriage, Richard "Dickless" Quigley Whitaker still thinks of Blythe as his "possession," trying to win her back at every turn. How can she convince the wealthy and snooty Whitaker clan that she has thrived since the divorce, that even if Richard was declared the last man on Earth, she would still demand a recount? Showing up "stag" at the event just won't do. She needs Richard and his family to see her in the company of a "new lover," to see that she has moved on with her life. But with all the eligible men in Savannah seemingly disappearing overnight, what's a gal in a pickle to do?
Hire a Rent-A-Stud for the evening, that's what! And with Paige's encouragement, that's exactly what Blythe does. But when the younger and sexy-as-sin Shiloh Birmingham Wolfe shows up on her doorstep at the appointed hour to escort her to the formal event, Blythe finds herself in a bigger and more delicious quandary...go to the charity auction as planned, or rip off the man's form-fitting tuxedo and jump his muscular bones?
Genres:
Contemporary / Romantic Comedy
Heat Level: 3
Length: Novella (29k words)
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Read what the reviewers are saying...
"...Oh, wow. There are no words to describe how much I loved/love And The Cradle Will Rock. And yes, the male summary POV is conspicuously missing—and for a damn good reason! There’s no way I’m dishing anything out to even remotely screw up the story for anyone out there who plans on reading this book. The whole thing was absolutely delicious, and damn, Shiloh is someone I wish I could meet 'in real life.' Wowzas! One little thing he did in particular regarding Blythe’s tasty treat and how he fed it to her...watch out ladies!"—Tera, Joyfully Reviewed
"5 Stars!...Paris Dixon has definitely written a winner. I have to admit that Ms. Dixon is a new author to me, but this will definitely not be my only read of her work. Ms. Dixon used various scenarios to fully involve the reader in this magnificent story about a cocky man who is determined to claim his 'ex' still belongs to him. She used the exchanges to illuminate the strong personality of Shiloh Birmingham Wolfe (Wolfe, to his friends). She not only pits him against the repulsion of Blythe’s ex-husband, but made sure that the slurs from her ex-in-laws are noticed by their peers as well. And I have not even mentioned the chemistry from Blythe and Wolfe when they returned to her home! Oh my! What heat! There are so many wonderful aspects of this story I could relate, but the only way you can really appreciate this book is to read it for yourself. I can honestly say you won’t be disappointed with this spectacular book!"—Brenda Talley, The Romance Studio
"Blythe and Wolfe are very sexy characters with a lot of chemistry. It is easy to see how Blythe was the inspiration for her best friend’s erotic romances. Wolfe is, in a word, perfect in every way. Richard and his family are unattractive, in fact they are repulsive; the author’s descriptions of their appearance alone would turn anyone off. The charity auction is one of the highlights of the story as are the scorching love scenes afterward. This is a very funny and entertaining story that any reader will enjoy."—Maura, Coffee Time Romance
"5 Angels!...And the Cradle Will Rock weaves two characters that really ignite together. Blythe doesn’t like anyone trying to run her life. She is determined to make a go of things without failure, no matter who gets in her way. She is a trooper. Wolfe is wonderfully warm and electric. Richard and his family are rude and revolting. I loved the nickname Blythe had given Richard, it suited him well. Paris Dixon takes a charity event and turns it into something warm and wonderful when the auction is over. The way she depicts Blythe and Wolfe is cleverly fashioned and keeps the reader’s interest. She sketches characters not easily forgotten. The dialogue is upbeat and the ambience of the Savannah area is one that I will always love from this story that sizzles from the first page to the last."—Linda L., Fallen Angels
"4 Stars!...I felt like I had traveled back in time while reading Paris Dixon's And the Cradle Will Rock, especially when she mentions The Three Stooges and Van Halen. This was such a fun-filled, laugh-out-loud story to read. Ms. Dixon did a fabulous job of roping me into the story with her opening scene, and held me down for the whole book. Blythe was such a breath of fresh air as a lead character. She was independent, outspoken, and was not afraid to be sexual. Her personality was one that all were drawn to...well, that and her humongous ta tas and great looks. The best thing she did was to call Acme and place her order for the perfect date to show off. Wolfe was the perfect man to cradle rob. Smart and sexy as hell, he provided the perfect trophy date for the auction. The sparks flew from the first look and continued throughout the night. There was a nice unexpected twist to the story that made it all the better. Wonderfully quick paced and well written, with plenty of erotic action to keep me entertained. Paris Dixon can add me as another fan."—Stacey Landers, Just Erotic Romance Reviews
"...Oh my! Talk about steaming up your glasses. Whew, Paris Dixon knows how to write it hot and captivating. From the moment Wolfe enters the scene the heat is on. He's every bit the gentleman, and his adoration for Blythe is apparent for all to see, even if it is pretend. At least that's what Blythe thinks. Mr. Shiloh Birmingham Wolfe can fawn all over me anytime, anywhere, anyplace. And the Cradle Will Rock is a perfect way to end the day...arousing."—Sinclair Reid, Romance Reviews Today
"5 Hearts!...Paris Dixon has written a fabulous romp of a story. A feisty, sexy heroine who is very comfortable with who she is, a hero who is perfect and absolutely to die for and secondary characters give the story life and excitement. The dialogue is funny and sassy. The sex scenes are super hot and will leave the reader with wet panties. Ms. Dixon certainly knows how to hold her reader in suspense as the sexual tension mounts in leaps and bounds between Blythe and Wolfe. This reviewer loved this story, loved the characters, loved the dialogue and fell a little bit in love with Wolfe. This is the first book that this reviewer has read from Paris Dixon and it certainly won’t be the last. This reviewer has this author’s name on her ‘definitely to be read again’ list!"—Valerie, Love Romances and More
"5 Roses!...Paris Dixon has written an entertaining and sexy story for Blythe and Wolfe. Blythe was introduced in a previous story written about Paige, but has been fully developed in this engaging work. I must admit that I fell in love with the character of Shiloh Birmingham Wolfe and can’t imagine that any woman would be able to turn away a man like him. The use of Van Halen’s song, 'And the Cradle Will Rock,' as both the title and part of the story was imaginative and fun. This is a wonderful addition to anyone’s library."—Robin, My Book Cravings
Read a short excerpt...
...Although Wolfe never held the speed limit as gospel on the journey back to the condo, the ride seemed an eternity to Blythe. They exchanged few words between them, preferring instead to let their lust-filled eyes do all the talking, and their lips met in hot kisses at every insufferable stoplight. On more than one occasion, cars beeped from behind to indicate “green lights” and, only then, did their lips and tongues reluctantly separate. Blythe couldn’t stop her left hand from roaming over his muscular thigh, flat belly, and right pectoral. And several times she had impatiently groped the lengthy and rock-hard pole at his groin, which in and of itself must have made it difficult for Wolfe to maneuver the Ferrari through the Savannah streets. How they actually made it back to her condo in one piece, Blythe didn’t even bother to question. She just thanked the heavens they had finally done so without causing an accident or getting pulled over for a speeding ticket.
Without a word, they practically sprinted up to her third floor unit, taking the stairs in lieu of waiting for the building’s notoriously slow elevator. Blythe had located her keys while still in the car so as not to waste additional time, and within seconds of reaching her door, she had it open and ushered him into her living room.
She could do nothing more than flip on a light switch before Wolfe pounced into action. When he reached around from behind and covered her aching breasts with his palms, she lost control of her purse and keys and they jangled onto the carpet. He kicked the door closed with his foot, then pressed his groin against her ass, where he wedged his thick hardness between her cheeks. Meanwhile, his lips created a moist trail over one of her exposed shoulders and to her neck. She tilted her head to the side, giving him free access. Finally, the tip of his tongue ventured into her ear canal and made her shiver. She gripped the back of his hands and squeezed encouragement, all the while wiggling her hips and savoring his cock as best she could through their layers of clothing.
“Which way to the bedroom?” he whispered.
“No time for that!” Blythe broke free of his hold, then turned and shoved him backward onto her sectional sofa.
Smiling and leering at her, he yanked at his bow tie and toed off his shoes, while Blythe kicked her stilettos clear across the room before sinking to her knees between his spread legs. With no hesitation whatsoever, she skirted up his cummerbund, then mouthed his erection through the tuxedo trousers while tugging at the clasp and zipper.
Wolfe freed himself of the cummerbund altogether and unbuttoned his shirt, revealing a sun-bronzed torso worthy of a tongue bath. A wealth of muscles and firmly cut ridges and valleys testified to the young man’s fondness for exercise, making Blythe’s mouth water even more. His dark nipples had puckered in desire, begging for attention. An inverted triangle of brown wispy curls in the center of his breastbone made a splendid target for future kisses, as did the thick path of hair that led from his belly button and into his pants. He shrugged the shirt over his shoulders and toyed with his cufflinks, cursing when one of them proved defiant.
Blythe smiled at the colorful tattoo emblazoned on his upper right bicep—an ebony-black wolf’s head, with fiery red eyes and an unnaturally long and drooling tongue trailing nearly down to his elbow. Despite her horniness, she burst out laughing at the irony, considering the man’s surname and her locks of red hair. She felt as if some cosmic entity—likely Venus, the goddess of love—had transported her into an X-rated version of Little Red Riding Hood. Here she was, the heroine in a deliciously naughty fairytale, kneeling before the randy wolf, the hero in this scenario, and she would actually welcome him eating her from head to toe. That is, if she didn’t eat every inch of him first.
“A self-portrait, or just wishful thinking on my part?” she said, nodding toward his arm.
Wolfe freed the stubborn cufflink, which he placed on the side table beside its partner, then removed his shirt, tossed it aside, and leaned back against the sofa cushions. “When I dig my tongue into your juicy pussy,” he whispered in a raspy voice, “you’ll know the truth. Tell me…do you have your own self-portrait painted somewhere on your body, something depicting your talents, perhaps?”
“Sorry, no,” she countered, shivering in yearning and licking her lips. “But once I get your cock in my mouth, you’ll understand why my best friend uses my antics as her inspiration when writing erotica.”
The deep chuckle that poured from his mouth made his chest muscles bulge enticingly. “Then by all means, show me if what she writes is pure fiction or fiction based on fact.”
For a long moment, she ran her shaky hands over that luscious chest and flat belly, loving the opposing textures of soft skin, coarse hair, and solid muscle. She impishly pinched his nipples before returning to her original, and more urgent, task. After separating the folds of his trousers, she dug inside and located the prize—a grand prize, she decided, by the outline of the bulge in his black bikini briefs. She tugged down the elastic, discovering that the trail of hair from his navel led to a lush pubic forest, and from his underwear sprang the most beautiful cock Blythe had ever seen.
The fat crimson head, partially covered with a darker-colored foreskin, shimmered in pre-cum dampness. Like a billy club, his fuck-stick bluntly slapped against his ridged belly and bounced up and down with the beat of his pulse. A network of red-purple veins marked its surface, a roadmap for Blythe’s tongue to eagerly follow...
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