RELEASE DAY EVENT: REVIEW, EXCERPT, AND GIVEAWAY: The Invitation 2 by Roxy Sloane

Book Title: The Invitation 2: Surrender
Author: Roxy Sloane
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release Date: September 28. 2014
Hosted by: Book Enthusiast Promotions

Welcome to your wildest fantasy…

The invitation arrives out of nowhere. No name. No address. Just one simple challenge.

‘Play with me.’

The games are intoxicating, each one more thrilling than the last. And pleasure is the ultimate prize.

He knows my secrets. He sees my darkest desires. He can drive me to ecstasy — and I don’t even know his name.

This is your invitation. Now its your turn to decide.

Are you ready?

Discover the red-hot new erotic series from the author of THE SEDUCTION.

The Invitation: Surrender offers Justine Jenkins a chance to explore her deviant, sexual side – a side that readers can tell from the prequel is ready and willing to come out and play. But the game that JJ’s been invited to take part in has its own set of rules – ones that she has no control over, but it seems that she’s willing to give up control if her mystery man makes good on his promise to take her to the pinnacle of ecstasy, which he does so effortlessly on several occasions. But these delicious diversions are not the only thing Justine has to contend with while on her business trip to New York; she’s lead attorney in a copyright infringement lawsuit that could put her at the top of the food ladder in her firm, so she has to make sure she’s at the top of her game, but when her past walks into her present and sits on the opposing side of the table, looking every bit as drop dead gorgeous as he was three years ago, her body and mind are torn in how to proceed. Does she continue to accept the invitations from her mystery man, surrendering to the sexual awakening he offers her, or will her dormant feelings for Ashton Pierce and their unfinished business force JJ to play an even more dangerous game – one that includes her heart?

Roxy Sloane is one hell of a writer! Her words and her characters draw readers in from page 1 and keep us reading until all is revealed. Justine is in a precarious position in this book, and Roxy does a great job of exploring her conflicting feelings. JJ doesn’t want to give up her mystery man and what he does for her; she’s finally allowing herself to give up control – something that she always felt necessary to have, and this has allowed her to grow not only as a person but as a sexual woman as well, but JJ can’t deny that Ash does something for her that no other man does; he has her heart even if he destroyed it three years ago when he left without a word. So the question that continues to be posed as Justine accepts the mysterious invitations from her lover and spends time with Ashton outside of the board room, does she surrender with only her body or does she surrender her heart as well, not knowing if in the end, Ash will love her back?

I, for one, will be impatiently waiting for The Invitation: Release. The title itself has so many connotative meanings that could apply to Justine’s current situation, especially with the ending of Surrender. One thing’s for certain, though, Roxy Sloane is going to take us on one hell of a sexy, mysterious ride where the true nature of the characters and how they will end up will slowly and painstakingly be revealed in typical Roxy Sloane fashion;)

A complimentary copy was provided by an honest review.

5 poison apples

The server arrives with a fresh drink on her tray.

“I didn’t order this,” I say, confused.

“Courtesy of the gentleman at the bar.” She deposits it in front of me. “Oh, and he said to give you this.”

It’s another black gift-box.

My heart stops.

“Who is he?” I demand, twisting around. “Can you point him out to me, please?”

She looks over at the bar. “He’s gone now, sorry.”

Damn.

The waitress leaves, and I turn my attention back to the box. How is this possible? Nobody knows I’m here tonight. But it’s the same gold ribbon. The same cream card. My name in gold ink.

The box is smaller this time. But it’s definitely from the same person.

I slide the invitation out from under the ribbon and open it.

Play with me.

Intriguing.

I glance around, my skin prickling with awareness. I’m wearing the lingerie he sent, and suddenly, it feels so intimate. My calves slide against each other in the silk stockings, the garters pressing into my thighs. My nipples stiffen against the lacy bra.

What is he planning next?

I take a deep breath and slowly untie the ribbon. Inside, I find a silver butterfly nestled in a cocoon of black tissue paper.

I pause. What is this?

I take the butterfly out of the box. It’s made of smooth, matte silicone and fits in the palm of my hand. The body of the butterfly is ribbed, and adjustable satin straps hook to each corner of the wings.

Suddenly, the butterfly buzzes in my hand.

My mouth falls open.

Holy shit. It’s a vibrator.

I can’t stop a giggle of surprise slipping from my lips. The couple at the next booth look over, so I quickly move the box out of sight below my table.

I gaze at the toy, my excitement rising. I’ve seen these on the website where I shop for all my sexy accessories, but I’ve never used one before. You strap it around your thighs so the butterfly nestles against your clit. There’s either an on/off switch or a remote that controls the vibrations. But I don’t see a switch.

I check the box again. No remote control.

Realization crashes through me. The mystery man must have it. That means he’s close. He’s here.

My pulse races as I scan the room. He has to be watching me. But everyone seems to be paying attention to their own dining companions. No one cares that I’m over here at the corner table with a vibrator in my hands.

I glance down again. The butterfly looks so cute nestling in the tissue paper, and the contrast between its innocent appearance and illicit purpose gives me a thrill. Nobody would know if I put it on.

Nobody except the man holding the controls, hidden somewhere out of sight.

“Excuse me.” A different server arrives at my table. I slam the box shut with a yelp.

“This is for you,” he says, looking bored. He holds out a new envelope, and I take it, my cheeks flushing. Before I can ask anything else, he walks away.

I take a deep breath, and unfold the card. There’s only one word on the paper.

Now.