March 14, 2015

~~~RELEASE BLITZ~~~Random & Rare (Lock & Key #2) by Cat Porter


Cat Porter
Random & Rare (Lock & Key #2)
Release Date: 3/10/2015
I am that gash in her soul.
Once I loved Grace, really loved her.
And she loved me, and it was so fucking beautiful.
That pendulum swings to and fro.
We’re here,
and then we’re—
How can that rare beautiful be rendered irrelevant, intangible when I still feel so damn much?
Does all that energy, that glory, that significance simply dissolve?
Turn to smoke?
To nothing?
It can’t. It just can’t.
Are the moments that shape us absolutely random?
Is time not fluid?
I made promises to them, to her.
Especially to her.
Promises I still burn to keep.
Cat Porter was born and raised in New York City, but also spent a few years in Europe and Texas along the way. As an introverted, only child, she had very big, but very secret dreams for herself. She graduated from Vassar College, was a struggling actress, an art gallery girl, special events planner, freelance writer, restaurant hostess and had all sorts of other crazy jobs all hours of the day and night to help make her dreams come true. She has two children’s books traditionally published under her maiden name. She now lives in Athens, Greece with her husband and three children, and freaks out regularly and still daydreams way too much. She is addicted to the History Channel, her iPad, her husband’s homemade red wine, really dark chocolate, and her Nespresso coffee machine. Writing keeps her somewhat sane, extremely happy, and a productive member of society.
 About the Lock & Key Series:
Lock & Key (Lock & Key #1)
I suppose some of us have to get really dirty before we can become truly clean.

I was allegedly South Dakota’s most famous old lady.
Sixteen years ago I survived my old man’s murder

Never again.
Never again will I surrender my heart.
Never again will I sacrifice to the Club.

But that all changed in one night.

I came home and crashed into him,
and my past and present blew up in my face.
Both of us lonely, running on empty, and unwilling to admit it.

Until now.
Now I feel things I’d forgotten about, want things I’d cut out of my insides.

Love not only stings when you lose it, when it’s ripped away from you.
When it first sinks its teeth in you, it can cut just as raw and sting just as deep.

I’d forgotten that.

Who holds the keys to betrayal? To suspicion? To trust?
To brotherhood? To family?
To redemption and a bleeding heart?
Right now, I just might.

This work of fiction contains graphic language, sex, and material some readers may find objectionable.
RANDOM & RARE by Cat Porter ©2015
I nudged at the seam of her lips with the tip of my tongue and stole inside her mouth. She sighed all around me, and a hush settled in my chest. My fingers brushed over her other nipple, and she jumped ever so slightly in my arms. She pressed against me, her bare tits crushed against my shirt, as my tongue slid against hers. My wildflower maiden of the woods held me tight, wanting more from me. Liquid heat seeped through my veins.
“You feel how hard I am for you, Wildflower?” I whispered in her ear, rocking my erection up between her legs.
My headache finally relented, and that pounding ache manifested itself in a new way. She hugged me tighter.
“I need you on my cock, baby.”
Her hands slid around my back, under my shirt, slipped down the gap in my jeans, and over my bare ass. A shiver raced through me.
“Let’s go to the bonfire, find a spot, and see who else is sharing and swapping,” she whispered, letting out a soft giggle.
“Baby, you like watchin’, don’t you?” My hand kneaded her breast, tugging on it.
She let out a tiny gasp and nodded, biting her lip.
I laughed. “You wanna watch while I do you?”
“So articulate,” she whispered against my lips.
I grinned. “I knew my college girl would appreciate that.” My hands left her skin and reached out to the metal latch at the end of my bike, releasing the silky nylon of our sleeping bag into my grateful hands.


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