Thursday, 9 January 2014

**Blog Tour** Sex Snob by Elizabeth Hayley

About the Authors:
Elizabeth Hayley is actually "Elizabeth" and "Hayley," two friends who love  reading  romance  novels  to  obsessive  levels.  This  mutual love prompted  them  to put  their  English degrees to good use by penning their own.  The product is  Pieces of  Perfect, their debut novel. They  learned a ton about one  another  through the  process, like how they clearly share a brain and  have a persistent  need to text each other constantly (much to their husbands' chagrin). They are currently writing the  sequel to  Pieces of  Perfect,  which is expected to be released in the March 2014.

"Elizabeth" lives with her husband, one and a half year old daughter, and nutjob of a dog. “Hayley” lives with her husband and their own crazy dog. They are hoping to adopt a newborn soon.
Elizabeth Hayley's writing motto is best captured by the words of Patrick Dennis: "I always start with a clean piece of paper and a dirty mind." 
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Sex Snob

“All of Me” by John Legend
 “Beautiful” by Mariah Carey feat. Miguel
“Bump and Grind” by R. Kelly
“Classy Girls” by The Lumineers
“Crush” by Jennifer Paige
“Everything Has Changed” by Taylor Swift feat. Ed Sheeran
“Get Lucky” by Daft Punk feat. Pharrell
“Hot Mess” by Cobra Starship
 “I Love It” by Icona Pop (feat. Charli XCX)
“I Never Told You” by Colbie Callait
 “It Ain’t Love” by Green River Ordinance
 “It Will Rain” by Bruno Mars
“Kiss Me Slowly” by Parachute.
 “Last Friday Night” (T.G.I.F.) by Katy Perry
 “Not Over You” by Gavin DeGraw
“The Other Side” by Jason Derulo
“Sexy and I Know It” by LMFAO
“Skin” by Rhianna
“S&M” by Rihanna
“Somebody’s Heartbreak” by Hunter Hayes
“Titanium” by Madilyn Bailey
“Why Don't We Get Drunk and Screw” by Jimmy Buffet
“Without You” by David Guetta (feat. Usher)
 “You and Tequila” by Kenny Chesney (feat. Grace Potter)

Sex Snob 

Chapter 1: CrossFit with Shane
I began to stretch as I watched the previous class finish up. From the look of the sweat-drenched participants, today was going to suck hardcore. As I watched the group strain to do their final round of burpees, my eyes fell on him.
Coach Shane. What a class A prick. “Come on, chests on the floor,” he yelled at the expiring exercisers.
This was what I hated most about this place. Shane Fucking Reed. He was a cocky son of a bitch who had made it his goal in life to irritate the hell out of me. In the three months I’d been a member here, he has never failed to make some flippant, antagonizing remark during my workouts with him.
My mind wandered as I thought about how lucky he was that he was so gorgeous because his personality was really shitty. He was at least six feet tall, maybe taller, with light blond hair and dazzling blue eyes. And he was fucking ripped. Adonis himself would be jealous of Shane’s body. He was lean, but every part of his body rippled with muscle. If he could only have been born a mute, he’d be absolutely perfect.
“You here to daydream or are you going to actually try to keep up with the workout today?” Shane’s words screeched through my fantasy like fingernails on a chalkboard.
“If you weren’t so goddamn boring, maybe I’d be more attentive,” I shot back.
“You talk a big game, Bishop. Too bad your body can’t back all that smack up,” Shane yelled over his shoulder as he headed for the gym’s only office.
I shook my head as the previous class hobbled out the door.
“How was it?” I asked Lily, my roommate. She’s a teacher, so she was always able to make the earlier classes during the summer.
“How does it look like it was?” she replied as she held out her hands and spun around. Her tank top was drenched in sweat. Since the gym was in an old warehouse, it didn’t have air conditioning, and the late August air was oppressive.
“Awesome,” I muttered. Not only had I barely dragged myself here, but I hated when Shane saw me struggle. He got some sick, twisted satisfaction from it I’m sure.
“I’ll see you at home,” Lily said as she walked toward the cubbies where we stored our keys and other personal items. She took two steps, and then turned back toward me. “By the way,” she motioned with her head toward the office, “he’s an even bigger dick than usual today.”
“Fantastic. He probably got shot down by a flock of sex-starved virgins last night or something,” I replied.
Lily laughed loudly as Shane emerged from the office and walked toward us.
“What’s funny? Amanda’s love handles?” Shane smirked as he stopped in front of me, blocking Lily from my view.
“Interesting. That brings up a question I’ve been pondering. Since you’re in such great shape, what does your boyfriend hold onto when he’s plowing into you from behind?” I asked deadpan.
Lily leaned to the side, her mouth hanging open. She seemed surprised that I would say something like this. Hmm, I thought she knew me better.
I gazed curiously at him, as if I expected an answer.
Shane grunted out a harsh laugh. “Funny. We’ll see how much you’re laughing in an hour.” Then he walked away as though I was no longer worthy of his company.
I turned to Lily. “Was it something I said?” I asked her as my lips began to twitch from trying to suppress a smile.
“Just remember, I warned ya. Good luck,” she said as she shook her head and walked to retrieve her keys.
“Okay, everybody, let’s warm up. Kate, take them through it,” Shane ordered.
Kate was also a coach, though she never actually ran any of the classes. She usually helped monitor us as we went through the workout to make sure we were completing the movements with the correct form and weren’t fudging our counts. She was tall, maybe 5’10 and beautiful. She had the body of a fitness model with her shiny brown hair, flawless skin and washboard stomach. I desperately wanted to hate her, but I couldn’t. Truth was, she was incredibly personable and had a great sense of humor. And she often got stuck working with Shane. Poor girl. Though the way she looked at him sometimes made me wonder if there was something going on between them. And I can’t lie. The thought made me a tad bit envious.
Despite his being a total asshole, I would still like to ride him like a fucking cowgirl. I mean, I can’t ignore the fact that he is totally panty-dropping sexy. I have a very healthy libido, which keeps my mind permanently in the gutter, and I’m not ashamed of it in the least. I’m ever on the prowl for prospective men who look like they could give me a good dicking.
And if it weren’t for the fact that I’d never be able to look at myself in the mirror again, Shane would be at the top of my list.

Chapter 3: Shane to the Rescue
I was cackling hysterically at a story Cedric told about how his boss walked around for an entire day, oblivious to the fact that he had a pair of women’s underwear hanging from the back of his belt like a tail, when I felt a strong hand on my bicep. I spun around, expecting someone from my gym, and then froze.
It took a moment for my brain and my mouth to get back on the same page. Eventually, I was able to mutter a single, meek word: “Nate.”
 “Hi, Amanda,” he said smiling. Smiling? This asshole is smiling at me. The fucker!
 “Hi,” I replied, looking every bit as confused as I was. “Where did you . . . what are you doing here?” The group I had been talking to backed away slightly to give us more privacy. But that wasn’t what I wanted. I didn’t want to speak privately with Nate. I didn’t want to speak to him at all. My breathing accelerated as panic rose in my body.
 “I was just meeting some friends. What about you?” He casually took a sip of his beer, looking at me expectantly.
He was so calm, it made me want to gouge his eyes out and feed them to a sewer rat. The thought of eyes caused my own to slip quickly down his body. He looked good. Damn good. He actually looked exactly the same as he had when I last saw him about four years ago, except that his hair was slightly longer.
 “Uh, I’m . . . here with friends, too,” I stammered.
 “Hmm, that’s nice. You’re looking good, Amanda. Really good.” He smirked down at me, his eyes roaming freely over my body.
His comment disarmed me, and I had no idea how to respond. Jesus Christ, Amanda, snap out of it. This wasn’t like me. I wasn’t this shy, self-conscious, pathetic girl. But, right now, with Nate standing barely two feet from me, this was the girl I had become. The real me fled, and was hiding behind harsh words and devastated tears from four years ago. Well, shit.
I was staring down at the floor, willing my sarcasm to come back to me so I could tear this asshole to shreds. And as I stood there, struggling to find words, I felt an arm wrap around my shoulders. My head jerked up when I heard his voice.
 “Hey, baby, where ya been? I’ve been looking for you.” Shane pressed a brief kiss to my temple. I nearly wiped it away on reflex. “Hi, how are you? I’m Shane, Amanda’s boyfriend. And you are?”
Wait, what? My boyfriend? What is happening here? Is Shane . . . saving me? I didn’t know whether to be grateful or horrified.
Nate stumbled a bit, his cool facade slipping slightly, “Uh, hi. I’m, uh, Nate. I used to date Amanda.”
 “Oh, small world,” Shane replied smiling, though it didn’t reach his eyes. He gazed impassively at Nate. I stared at Shane like he was Big Foot.
“Uh, yeah, well, it was good seeing you, Amanda. Nice to meet you, uh . . .” Nate fumbled.
 “Shane. Nice to meet you, too.”
Nate started to reach out his hand, but when Shane made no movement in return, Nate ran the hand through his hair instead and then walked off.
 “Who the hell was that prick?” Shane asked, dropping his arm from my shoulder.
 “I . . . he was nobody. Just . . .” I took a deep breath and willed myself to calm the fuck down. “He’s just some pompous douchebag I used to date.”
 “Interesting,” Shane mumbled before taking a sip of his beer. “You okay? Your whole body tensed when you saw him” he asked.
I nodded slightly, my head cast down toward the floor again.
 “Hey, Amanda, look at me,” Shane said softly. When I didn’t comply, he placed his hand beneath my chin and raised my head for me. The look on his face was one of concern. He wasn’t mocking me, like I would have expected.
But somehow, the concern was worse. I didn’t need his pity. Nor had I needed him to pretend to be my boyfriend. Except . . . maybe I had. No, I pushed that thought from my mind. I didn’t need anyone. I had just been caught off guard. I could have handled Nate. The real Amanda was flooding back into me with a vengeance. And right as I was about to tell Shane where he could go stick his white knight act, I stopped. He had only been trying to help. There was no need to verbally eviscerate him when it was actually Nate I wanted to yell at. I took a deep breath and let it out slowly.
 “Sorry,” I said finally. “I’m fine. I just didn’t expect to see him. It caught me a little by surprise.”
 “Yeah. You need a drink?” Shane asked, a little louder than he’d probably intended. He seemed uncomfortable.
 “Sure,” I smiled genuinely. “I’d love one.”
 “What’s your poison?” he called over his shoulder as he made his way toward the bar.
“Stoli and cran,” I yelled after him.
He was back fairly quickly, considering how packed this place was. He handed me my drink and then placed his hand on the small of my back and ushered me to a few stools that lined the wall.
 “Thanks,” I said sincerely, hoping it covered more than just the drink.
 “No problem,” he said, staring intently at me, letting me know that he understood.
I needed to lighten the mood and reassert myself in my body. “So, is that how you pick up chicks? You just saunter up to them, refer to yourself as their boyfriend and hope it sticks?” I said lightly, my smile wide.
 “It’s probably more effective than your tactic of staring at the floor and letting all the color drain from your face,” he smirked.
Embarrassment crept through me at his words and I worked hard to keep my eyes trained on his. “It’s the damsel in distress technique. I feel it worked quite well. Got you to buy me a drink, didn’t it? Sucker,” I said with a laugh that was only partially forced.
 “That it did. So, are you insinuating that it was me you were trying to pick up in that situation?” He lifted an eyebrow and gawked at me in that annoying, cocky way he has.
 “No, I was just trying to give you some pointers. Show you how it’s done,” I quipped. I was a bundle of nerves and emotions. Are we flirting right now? Do I like it? Fuck.
 “Oh, was that what that was? A lesson for me. How kind of you.” He rolled his eyes playfully, and I had a sudden urge to tell him the truth about Nate. I can’t explain why, but I wanted him to know it. To know me.

Claire's Review

Sex Snob Review 5*****

Oh My! I luuurrrvvved Pieces of Perfect so could NOT WAIT for this book! And it did not disappoint! For anyone new to Elizabeth Hayley they are actually two people ‘Elizabeth and ‘Hayley’ who write together and it’s a great combo, this book is hilarious, like, snort coffee out of your nose funny!

Our heroine is Amanda, she’s the roommate of the amazing’ Lily’ from Pieces (and by the way, I love that we touch on her during the book, and yes, I am aware I’m overusing the word love) and she has ‘rules’………. dating ‘rules’ to ensure that she doesn’t get hurt again………..
It also ensures that she never gives anyone a chance…………..

She is funny as!

"She was always texting me stupid pictures of herself relaxing and mocking me for having what she called a "real job." I told her if she sent me one more picture of her feet from a lounge chair at the pool, I would cut her friggin' toes off one by one. "

""Jamie" was grinding her ass shamelessly against "Shawn's" crotch, and I watched them move to the beat of the music as "Shawn" grabbed her hips. I've often wondered how guys didn't come in their pants when this happened. Of course, maybe they did. I had no way of knowing. "

Her Best Male Friend aka ‘fuckbuddy’ is Kyle, they are ‘hawt’ together but will never be anything more, especially when Kyle meets Kate and becomes a boyfriend .  Amanda doesn’t mind or get in the way but some interactions are funny.

"I stared daggers over at Kyle, my former best friend. He had better hope Kate put out, because it'd be a cold day in hell before I fucked him again. Traitor. "

Besides, things are hotting up between Amanda and Shane, their first ‘date’ rock climbing, not the best idea for a girl afraid of heights and a jealous, hippy climbing coach getting annoyed!

""Thank God you're done," Rain chimed in. "I've had a one-legged midget waitin' to get up that wall for the last ten minutes." "

So can Amanda get over her fears and allow Shane into her life? Can Shane (ripped, patient, personal trainer, great with kids, hard working……….*rolls eyes* seriously, why wouldn’t you????) allow and forgive her constant ‘running’??

"My rules had backfired. Instead of keeping me safe from guys like Nate, they had turned me into him. Now the only thing left to do was run like he had. So I did. "

With a supporting cast such as Master Bader (Amanda’s boss) her work mates, ‘Hot Rod’ and Amanda’s mum, you will not be disappointed…………

""Mom, what's in your hair?" I reached down to touch the bumpy silicone tie in her hair. "It's a cock ring," she said simply.
 God! "

It’s a great book!
And I have to now mention the Eplilogue, without any spoilers………LADIES!! You meanies!!! Who is it? Who? Who? Who????? Needless to say I’m now eagerly awaiting the 2nd instalment of Lily’s story!!!

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