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jueves, 3 de diciembre de 2015

the Allure of N. Isabelle Blanco + giveaway

Hey, book buddies. Today I bring you an alluring serial. Have you read anything by N. ISABELLE BLANCO? She writes extremely passionate romances that make you squirm wherever you are ;o) I've read parts 1 and 2 of the ALLURE series, and I can't wait for part 3!

Keep on reading for all kinds of info on this addictive serial and my opinion of parts 1 and 2.

Allure Box Set

Series: Allure #1-2
Author: N. Isabelle Blanco
Genre: Erotica/Contemporary Romance
 Release Date: November 12, 2015 

***Disclaimer: 18+ due to graphic love scenes. This series starts out as a fun and sexy read, but it eventually turns into something much darker. If you’re not a fan of twisted plot lines and angst, this isn’t the series for you.

The Amazon Bestselling Erotica Series!

Includes the first official sneak peek of Wrecked Allure, the final installment in the Allure Trilogy.

Destructively Alluring - Book #1

“She was the sexiest, juiciest thing I’d ever laid eyes on, and I couldn’t have her.”

Allure Magnified - Book #2

“He ripped me apart, holding the pieces of me wide open so that he could get inside every part of me.”

Exclusive Teaser of Wrecked Allure - Book #3

“I was a God back then. Untouchable. Consequences didn’t apply to me. It was my right to do whatever I wanted—I never thought it would eventually cost me the only woman I’d ever fallen in love with.”


Destructively Alluring 

My goodness, this novella starts hard. There is no pun, I promise. Well, there is, but not intended. It's just how things go with this story. I had been warned that it had too much nonsensical sex, but still I was curious and I was sucked into the vortex of wanting to read it anyway. You know how it is.

Well, I read both novellas, DESTRUCTIVELY ALLURING and ALLURE MAGNIFIED. Yes, there is too much sex. Yes, it's a bit overwhelming sometimes. Still, I LOVED them. Why? Because they're so entertaining. It's that kind of storytelling that makes you forget about facts and reality and that you're toiling in life. I read both novellas in a row, and wow, I forgot I was on planet Earth.

I liked the characters' names, so posh, Dorian and Demitra. He's thirty years old. She's eleven years younger and working for him as an intern as a favor to her dad. Sparks fly high and mighty. Torn between common sense and desire, they just can't help but fall into their need to be together.

My, my. This story is pure heat wrapped in deliciously hot words. The first novella is told entirely from the man's perspective. I've always found it both refreshing and sexy to see things, especially steamy encounters or love stories, through the eyes of "the other side". And this man is getting out of control with his attraction to the young lady. She's off limits, but nature has its own demands. This is plainly recognised by the primal need and animalistic obsession that ooze from the author's prose.

A tingling read that has to be immediately followed by the second novella. Go there now!

Allure Magnified

I read through the second novella in as much a crazy haste as the couple in there. This time, Demi and Dorian have to stay away from each other for a while, straining their self-control. When they can be together again, there are more challenges ahead. Demi's father is still oblivious to what her daughter is doing behind his back and someone from Dorian's past is about to threaten their precarious relationship. Also, Dorian has his doubts that Demi is really his forever. 

Hottest of the hot, I assure you. It has to be read in a rush just to assuage the need to know and feel.

So while I was happily reading, I suddenly found myself with a "to be continued". What?!!! I was gripping the sides of m y e-reader so hard with frustration that I thought it'd crack. It hurt to stop reading there. Really hurt.

To wrap it up, I'll say this story is a long, hot, love dance. It's all about a frenzied battle of the bodies to reach mind-numbing ecstasy and the minds to exert dominance over a lover's need for the other. Perfect for those moments you just want to dive into the action without a care in the world. And the writing style is wild and basic. Like lust. So it's (un)safe to say it's a book to lust after.

Part 3!


And that teaser for part 3, oh my! That was so provocative. It's full of desperation, regret, and past mistakes that are going to put Demi and Dorian's love to the test. It is sooooo hot too ;o) I'm so eager to find out what happens. Please, let it be soon.


“Are you on a date with him?” The thought maddened me. I could barely stand it. “Am I that f*cking forgettable to you?”

Tears flooded her eyes and her breath rushed out on a sob. “No, you f*cking *sshole. I wish I could forget you that easily.”

That’s all I needed to hear.

I rushed to her.

Her eyes widened. Shaking her head, she stepped back.

Too late.

Grabbing her arms, I hauled her up against me. The moment her body collided with mine, sheer hunger exploded in my veins, drowning my body.

A shaky breath left her and she melted into me, staring at my lips with a hunger as intense as the one I felt.

Damn her.

I laid my forehead on hers and wrapped my arms around her. “Then why are you here with him?”

She turned her face away from me. “It’s business related. His father might need me to help out part-time—”

“No.” I could never begin to explain how much I didn’t want her near him. In any capacity. Didn’t want him as her friend. Definitely didn’t want her fucking working with him.

Demitra squirmed in my hold. “You don’t have a say in that. Now let me go.”

I refused to do so, tightening my hold on her. “Yes I do.”

“We’re not together anymore!” she cried.

Did she have any clue how badly I ached every time she said that? “Look at me.”

She ducked her head.

I shook her lightly, unable to stop myself. “Look. At. Me.”

Tear-filled baby blue eyes met mine.

My breath hitched and a vibration went through my body—lust in it’s basic form. I wanted to ease her pain in the most primal way possible. Give her every inch of me. F*ck the pain right out of her.

“I love you. You’re everything to me. Stop pushing me away.” I was begging her at that point, and I couldn’t bring myself to give a damn.

I’d get on my knees, give her anything. Do anything. But letting her go wasn’t an option for me. I’d known that the day she disappeared on me in Chicago. The day she left me.

The last three weeks without her had done nothing but drive that point home. I needed her to live.

“I can’t be with you,” she whispered, running her hands across my shoulders, up toward my neck. “Not after what I’ve seen.”

“Bullshit.” I hugged her close and rocked my hard c*ck into her. “I know it hurts. That nothing I do will make you forget what you saw, baby. But no one’s ever owned me the way you do. You have to know that.”

“Oh, please.” Scoffing, she pushed at my chest. “Not only does your reputation speak for itself, but I’ve officially seen that you’re a sex god with anyone you sleep with. So don’t f*cking pretend sex with me is special.”

My fist slammed into the brick wall next to her head.

Demi jumped, falling silent.

I didn’t care that I’d scraped my knuckles wide open.

Her doubts were understandable. I’d have them too in her place. Just seeing her sitting across from Keith, the first man to ever have her, f*cked with my head.

Had I seen her sleeping with him and actually enjoying it, I would’ve been ruined too.

And I told her that.

“So please understand,” she begged me, slamming her hands into my chest.

“But—” I grabbed her hands and kept them pressed to me. “I f*cking adore you, baby, and I would’ve never left you. No matter how much seeing something like that wrecked me. I would’ve stayed. I can’t live without you.”

The fight leaked out of her and her body slumped against mine. She looked defeated. Hopeless.

She’d given up on us.

Cupping her face, I pleaded with her. “Don’t do this, Demi. We love each other.”

Her fingers wrapped around my wrists, but she didn’t try to pull my hands away. “I can’t forget what I saw. It eats at me.”

I kissed her forehead. “I know. Just like seeing you with Keith ate at me.”

She tensed. “It’s not the same thing and you know it.”

“I do,” I agreed in a low voice. “What you saw is a thousand times worse. But I can make it better. Nothing could hurt more than us being apart.”

“Seeing you f*cking two women at the same time hurts more than you can ever imagine.”

Until I met Demi, I had never regretted anything I’d done in the past. Hell, I hadn’t thought about my past while with her, and therefore couldn’t entertain the idea of regretting anything.

That is, until Monica decided to get territorial. The bitch didn’t care if she had to share me, as long as she was free to have some part of me.

Correction: as long as I was free.

I was consumed by Demitra. Not once since sleeping with her had it crossed my mind to be with someone else.

She owned me.

I f*cking loved being owned by her.

And that’s what Monica couldn’t stand.

“I’d change my past if I could,” I said.

“But you can’t. And it’s my fault. I’m hurt—”

“It’s my fault. And Monica’s.”

“Yet, I knew your reputation and I was still stupid enough to fall in love with you.”

About the mastermind

N. Isabelle Blanco was born in Queens, NY (USA). At the age of three, due to an odd fascination with studying her mother’s handwriting, she began to read and write. By the time she’d reached kindergarten, she had an extensive vocabulary and her obsession with words began to bleed into every aspect of her life. 

N. Isabelle Blanco spends her days working as an author, web programmer, marketer, and graphic designer. That is when she isn’t handling her “spawn”, as she calls her son, and brainstorming with him about his future career as a comic book illustrator.

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