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Coupons for the Angels!

Hey Angels,

It’s Vivien Vale – sorry I’ve been all quiet but lol is it bad to admit that other than writing, I haven’t really been up to much?! Well, it’s the truth!!!

So I added Hard & Fast into Angel Access today – so it is free if you’re a subscriber – but if you’re not, for a limited time, you can use coupon code dollaroffhardfast to get a dollar off the price, so that you’re getting a deal, too.

Hope you’re having a Happy Friday! You know Happy Hour starts at Naughty Angel Publishing pretttttty soon, hard and fast, so I’m off to do something interesting so that I can tell you about it. lol. What are your weekend plans?

xo Viv

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Want this hot boss to give you a hard time?

Hey Angels!

On the blog today, I wanted to give you a preview of my new release on the store today, Hard Bargain!

When I go down the third floor – one floor below mine, now – Kylie is at her new desk. The promotion is effective from today. She’s a vision. Long wavy her, the blond so dark some call it light brown, hangs over her shoulders. She hasn’t seen me yet, but I know without her looking at me that her eyes are the color of chocolate. Once you’ve seen them, you can’t forget. A splash of freckles on her nose makes her look younger than her twenty-eight years.

I walk to her desk, and she looks up at me. When she sees it’s me, she smiles. It spreads across her face like a sunrise, and I smile back at her. She’s beautiful, but it’s not just a perfectly sculpted face that gets me. She’s fucking hot. She has one of those classic hourglass figures with large breasts, an impossibly small waist and an ass that you can hold onto while you fuck.

And I’ve thought it about. God, help me, I’ve thought about fucking Kylie Jordan. There’s something about her that’s irresistible. When she’s not smiling her lips are in a permanent pout. I can imagine what it would be like having those lips close over my cock, those big brown doe eyes staring up at me.

It won’t be just a fantasy much longer. There are things I know about Kylie. Things she has no idea I’m aware of. Things that she’ll live to regret if I have anything to say about it. It’s almost a shame that someone as fucking gorgeous as she is will have to go down in flames in the end. But at least I’ll enjoy myself making it happen.

I shake off the dark thoughts and clear my throat, giving her a disarming smile that she has no reason to think is anything but sincere.

“What can I do for you, Mr. Wagner?” she asks.

She called me Mr. Wagner in the interview, too. I fucking love that. I want her calling me that while I’m hammering her from behind, but in an effort to keep up the friendly boss act, I shake my head.

“Call me Wes, please.”

She smiles again.

“And I want you to come to the meeting room with me. I’ve got some paperwork for you to fill out.”

She nods and gets up. I watch her move. When she walks around her table, she rolls her wide hips, and I turn away, so I don’t stare.

She follows me to the meeting room. I wait for her, let her walk in first, but I don’t close the door behind us. I know my limits. I don’t want to lock myself in a room with her, not today. She’s got a spell over me with her rolling hips and her fuckable mouth, and I don’t want to risk being alone with her. Not yet.

I’m a professional, but God, the way she moves has me hanging on by a thread right now.

“What did you need to talk about?” she asks when I tell her she can sit down. I sit down, too.

“We need to handle the paperwork,” I say. “And then you’re officially my new project manager.”

She smiles widely.

“I can’t believe this is happening,” she says.

I smile, too. She looks so genuinely happy. It’s almost childlike. I have to hand it to her. She’s good. If I didn’t already know what I do, I’d never suspect she’s anything but authentic.

“Your talents were wasted down at reception,” I say. I don’t know why she was hired as a receptionist in the first place. She should be so much more with her MBA backing her. Now is the chance I know she’s waited for to prove herself.

“Thank you so much for the opportunity,” she says.

I shake my head. “You deserve it.”

She nods. I push the new contract toward her, and she starts reading it. It gives me time to stare at her without her knowing. It’s like poker. You have to know who you’re playing against, find their tells.

Her skin is like porcelain, smooth and blemish free. I want to reach out and touch her. I don’t.

Her blouse is a royal blue, and it makes her skin look paler. It’s perfectly modest, but it’s made of a thin, flowing material, and it traces her ample breasts. They rise and fall as she breathes.

She looks up at me, and I force my eyes to hers.

“I signed it,” she says.

I smile at her.

“Then that’s it,” I say. I hold my hand out to her and she shakes it. Her skin is soft when she touches me, warm, her fingers delicate.

When she stands, I can’t help but look at her body. She’s wearing slacks tight enough that they look painted on. I’m drawn to the apex of her thighs where the slacks are smooth over her pussy. My cock throbs hard and insistent in my pants. It hits me hard. I want to fuck her so badly. I don’t know where it came from – I’m not an animal for God’s sake. I pride myself on my control in every situation. But I want to take this woman.

I can’t stand up now without her seeing my erection. It strains against my pants, wild and trapped. It wants out. It wants to fuck.

When I look at her eyes again they’re large. Her lips are parted, and she swallows. I don’t know what she’s thinking, but I swear she’s thinking dirty thoughts, too.

The atmosphere is electric around us. I look at Kylie’s lips, and we’re caught in a spell where time stands still. I can close the distance, now, and kiss her. I want to push my tongue into her mouth. I want to taste her. My cock throbs in my pants. Despite the lust the churns inside me, I manage a hard smile.

“I suggest you go settle into your new desk, Miss Jordan,” I say.

“Call me Kylie, please,” she says, mimicking what I said to her. Fuck, if her sassy attitude doesn’t make my cock even harder. I nod.

She smiles at me and leaves the meeting room. I slump in the chair. My cock is so hard it aches. I consider going to the men’s room and jacking off, relieving myself, but I don’t. I stroke myself with one finger and my cock twitches.

I wait until it’s gone down enough to be able to get up. When I walk to my office, I’m irritated. I want to fuck. I want to fuck Kylie. She’s so fucking hot it’s almost a sin. Hot and pure and so seemingly innocent.

Can I really ruin that?

Fuck, yes, I can. I didn’t expect my reaction to her to be so intense. I don’t need to let my lust cloud my judgment. I need to keep my head in the game and only think about her in that way in relation to my endgame. To winning. To coming out on top like I always do.

But I want to see her naked. I want to lick her and kiss her and suck her.

I want to fuck her.

Almost as much as I want to fuck her over.

– from Hard Bargain by Vivien Vale
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Hi, I’m Vivien Vale

Hello Angels.

My name is Vivien Vale. You may or may not know me, but we both know Alexis, goddess queen of contemporary romance. Today, I join the ranks of the Naughty Angel Publishing authors!

Today I have two releases on the store. One is the first episode of Summer Secrets. 

The other is a second chance romance, Why Do I Still Love Him?

I want to talk to you about it for a second so Alexis agreed to pause on the shoe-breaking antics that ensued (more tomorrow, Angels!) and let me debut here at the store.

What is it about second chances?

This is the story of Adelaide and Ford. Ford is written after a man I knew when I was in college, doing fieldwork for my major in Colombia as part of a studying abroad program.

See back then I didn’t know that I would spending my days as a writer. So I did a Peace Corps gig where they sent me to a small village in the mountains that had been decimated by the drug and gang warfare that was taking that country apart.

I met a man, whose name I can’t put in here.

He was everything I ever thought I wanted in a man.

He challenged me. He infuriated me.

He made me swoon. He made me think.

 He reignited my soul with his very presence.

So when I sat down to write about Ford, I wrote the man who broke my heart, and then seven months later showed up in Bogota to piece it back together again. I wrote about the man who made me so happy that I forgot what day it was.

The man, who when he died sent me into mourning for several months, cutting my program short and returning back to America.

When I first finished this book, I knew it wasn’t complete. It was put out as His To Protect and after two days on sale I removed it. Because I knew I had to add more. I had to do justice to not just the man who was my Ford, but to those of all other readers as well.

I think the following is something that finally gives the type of ending that I want. 
I’m excited for you to read it.

Amazon took down this novel, and all my others, last year. It wounded me, honestly, to tell my story, just to have Amazon rip it away.

When Alexis contacted me and said she wanted me to take part in the Summer Lovin’ series, I wasn’t sure if I could be out and writing again. She convinced me to write, and said I could start releasing my books when I was ready.

She was patient with me, and I am ready. So ready to be an Angel, and to share my books with the Angels. I hope you enjoy the story of my heart. I also hope you like the first episode of Summer Secrets, which is now live and in Angel Access.

I hope you enjoy this novel. And I wish you all well on each of your second chances.
Thanks for letting me have mine!

Regards,

Vivien Vale