Tuesday, May 15, 2018

#NewRelease #Reviews GOOD GIRL by Jana Aston @CandiKanePR @JanaAston

GOOD GIRL by Jana Aston

Release Day Blitz: May 15th
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Cover Design by Letitia Hasser
Cover Photo by Wander Aguiar
Cover Model Thiago Lusardi





I’ve always been a good girl.
I work hard, I follow the rules, and I always achieve my goals.
But sometimes good girls want things that aren’t good for them.
Or someone who isn’t good for them.
Like their new boss.
And sometimes they do very bad things to get his attention.
Like sell their virginity in an auction.
Who knew he’d be so very, very mad?
Maybe this was not my best laid plan…

I need a Payton! I need a badge-giving best friend to motivate me to do...stuff. 😉 

Jana Aston is doing it again. Good Girl had me laughing at some insanely inappropriate conversations. No sexual innuendo. Nope, that would be too easy. I was laughing my butt off (snicker) about merit badges and the various tasks needed to be performed to earn one. (Dies snickering) 

I clearly am not as good a "Good Girl" as Lydia but then who is. This adventure in losing ones V card is beyond crazy but absolutely inconceivably believable because Jana Aston tells me so. 

On a side note, Payton's book sounds like an absolute blast too. What Happens In Vegas....is available because Jana Aston doesn't keep it a secret. Lol!

Reviewed for Sweet Spot Sisterhood

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This was a super cute book that definitely had me giggling throughout! The main dude is tall, dark, and handsome. He’s an alpha male that likes to keep his personal life with no strings attached. Our female lead is fresh out of college and a pretty smart cookie in the office, but a babbling idiot in the bedroom, lol! She’s so naive and inquisitive, if not a little over-the-top so. She definitely had her target man taken aback a few times with the things she would say. 
I would recommend this book. It was a breath of fresh air. The couple has a great connection and the intimate scenes were great. 

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He pulls me to my feet and he kisses me and he tastes like me and it's dirty and shocking and sorta oddly thrilling and primal. He unsnaps my bra. The straps slip down my arms until it falls to the floor and then I'm naked. I'm naked with Rhys. This is the best day of my life. Except he's not naked.

"You're still dressed. Am I supposed to"—I gesture to his shirt—"am I supposed to or are you supposed to? Or do you like to keep your clothes on when you have sex?"

He laughs, his eyes dancing in amusement as he unbuttons his shirt and shrugs it off. "No, I'm not going to fuck you with my clothes on, Lydia."

“Oh, thank goodness. I've really been wanting to see you naked. For a long time. Like weeks. Since the bar. The first time at the bar, not the second time. Can I take off your pants?" My fingers hover at his waistband, poised to unbutton and unzip but needing the nudge of permission.

"Please," he says and then my fingers are in motion, unbuckling, unbuttoning, unzipping. It's harder to do this in reverse, removing someone else's pants instead of your own, but I manage. I'd manage even if it was a thousand-piece puzzle instead of just a zipper and a button because I want his pants off pretty badly.

When I've got the pants undone they drop to the floor and then the only thing separating me from sex is a pair of briefs, so I make short work of those.

He's beautiful. Head to toe. I could spend all night looking at him, all month, forever. But I don't have forever or even all night since Rhys is worried about his schedule so I take in as much as I can as fast as I can. Because oh, holy crap, I know what Rhys Dalton looks like naked. The smattering of hair across his chest. His toned abs and flat stomach and the trail of hair from his belly button to his cock. The birthmark on his left hip and the definition of the lines that form on his abs. I send a silent prayer to baby Jesus that I'll get a good look at his butt before this is over because I need to know exactly what it looks like under those suit pants. Then too soon, he's moving me onto the bed because this is it. This is the sex.

About the Author

Jana Aston likes cats, big coffee cups and books about billionaires who deflower virgins. She wrote her debut novel while fielding customer service calls about electrical bills, and she's ever grateful for the fictional gynecologist in Wrong that readers embraced so much she was able to make working in her pajamas a reality. Jana’s novels have appeared on the NYT, USA Today and Wall Street Journal bestseller lists, some multiple times. She likes multiples.


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