Wednesday, March 4, 2015

Genie by Kitty French Blog Tour

Feathers. Lies. Glitter. Secrets. Lust. 

Meet Genie Divine, the wise-cracking London show-girl on a hell-bent mission to save her beloved family theatre.

Now meet Abel Kingdom, the Australian gym mogul determined to buy it out from underneath her.

On paper they have nothing in common, and when they meet, they have even less.

The only thing they DO have is chemistry.
Undeniable, rip-my-clothes-off-and-do-me-now-against-the-wall chemistry.

He wants her theatre. She wants him dead.

The stage is set for an explosive summer…

Add to Goodreads

Buy Links

Amazon US  ~  Amazon UK  ~  Amazon Au  ~  Amazon Ca
B&N  ~  iTunes  ~  Kobo

‘I’ve left my keys downstairs,’ she said. ‘There’s a spare in your set.’

He frowned, fishing his keys out of his jeans. ‘I have a key to your door?’

‘You did, until now,’ she corrected. ‘I’ll have it back, please.’

‘Do you have one for my door?’

Genie sighed. ‘Yes.’

‘Then you can have yours back when I have mine.’

He really was a world class wind-up, and her temper flared. ‘Stop being a dick and give me my key, Abel.’

He flicked through the keys and identified the one for Genie’s door, then stepped forward and slid it into the lock.

‘Don’t call me names when I’m helping you out,’ he admonished her silkily.

She half laughed at the absurdity of his statement. ‘You’re not helping me. You’re trying to take everything I have. Believe me, I’ve called you far, far worse in my head. Be glad you only heard dick and liar.

’‘I haven’t lied to you, Beauty,’ he said, after a heartbeat, his hand still on the keys in the door. ‘Not once.’

‘You’re lying to yourself too if you believe that, Abel,’ she said, her words softened by his term of endearment. ‘I saw you the first time you came here. You were turned on watching me onstage. And again, watching me tonight.’

‘You’re dead wrong,’ he muttered, his eyes nailed to her door. He was close to her, and she could almost feel the anger contained in his taut body.

She wasn’t wrong and she knew it, and she sensed that this went to the core of him. Reaching out, she placed a hand on his chest and saw him close his eyes in silent resistance.

‘Is it so bad to be turned on by me like this, Abel?’ she said, feeling his heart beating hard against her palm.

‘Don’t fuck with me, Genie,’ he ground out, pushing her door open. ‘I mean it.’

It was one of those moments when sense goes out the window and instinct takes over. Genie tugged at the belt of her robe and shrugged it off, letting it fall to the floor in one fluid motion, revealing her body in nothing but the nipple tassels and tiny crystal g-string she’d left the stage wearing.

‘Is it so bad to want me when I look like this, Abel?’

He turned towards her and dropped his eyes, his palms scrubbing over his jaw as if he didn’t trust his hands if they weren’t occupied.

‘I told you not to fuck with me, Beauty,’ he breathed, almost agonised, and she saw the exact, dangerous moment that his resolve snapped.

He shoved the keys into his pocket and then his hands were on her waist, lifting her up onto the hallway table, sending the lamp flying as he parted her thighs with his hip to let him in between them. Genie gasped when he tipped her chin back with his hand and dipped his head to her throat, the erotic drag of his hot and open mouth down her skin. The clean, aromatic scent of his hair surrounded her, dark silk falling over his brow as a low, animalistic growl rattled through his chest.

Genie put her hands on either side of his stubbled jaw and lifted his head to hers, desperate for his kiss yet still shocked by the intensity of it when he finally gave it to her. Hard enough to bruise, designed to punish, profoundly sexy. She gulped down air and dragged his head down again when he lifted it, his crotch hard in hers as he clamped her against him with his hand splayed on her back, his other hand cupping the back of her neck. He held her as a man holds a woman he adores, and he kissed her as a man kisses a woman he needs to fuck more than he needs to breathe.

Her hands moved under the bottom of his tee shirt, and he broke off for the briefest of seconds to drag it over his head before pulling her into him again, skin to skin. The sensation blindsided her; the heat and the beauty of him. Tanned deep bronze in the way that only a man who spends his life out in the sunshine can be, with a fine trail of dark hair traced on his midriff that she wanted to follow all the way down into his jeans. His hands move to cover and cup her breasts, making her moan into his mouth.

‘I warned you not to fuck with me...’ he muttered again, still angry even as his mouth gentled over her jaw, grazing the skin beneath her ear, drifted over her collarbones to the swell of her breasts in his hands, somehow lewder for the scant cover provided by the crystal tassels than if she’d been naked.

‘You’re covered in fucking glitter,’ he spoke against her skin as he dragged her hips forward to the edge of the table and trailed his tongue over the top curves of her breasts. ‘You too,’ she whispered, smoothing her fingers over the gold dust that had transferred itself onto his shoulders, his cheekbones, his abs.

She drew in a shuddering breath when Abel lowered his head and licked around the edges of the sequinned tassels. No man had ever touched her in costume like this before. Having his mouth slide around the tassels was just about the sexiest thing she’d ever seen or felt, and her body screamed for his tongue over her nipples.

‘Take these off,’ he said, tugging lightly on the tasselled ends, his restless mouth roaming the curves her breasts. ‘I need to taste all of you.’

Genie groaned with frustration, wanting him to see her too. ‘They don’t come off easily.’

Abel grumbled low in his chest, like an animal denied his dinner. Genie understood; she wanted him to feast on her just as much.

‘And this?’ he said, bending to kiss his way down her stomach and lick along the top edge of the crystal g-string. ‘Is this welded on too?’

She shook her head, although he hadn’t waited for her reply in any case. He’d already dropped to his haunches, his fingers splayed on her inner thighs, holding her open. His hands were firm and tanned against the smooth ivory of her skin. He move d the barely- there barrier of her g-string aside with one finger and studied her, intent and intense, his lips parted just enough for Genie to be able to feel the warmth of his breath between her legs.

Genie’s heart stopped beating for a few seconds. She’d thought that she’d wanted him to touch her in the lift, but nowhere near as much as she wanted him to put his mouth on her now. And then he did, slow, warm and sure, the sweep of his eyelashes dark on his cheek, his earlier restlessness replaced by unhurried sensuousness; pure gold. Watching him, she smoothed her fingers over his hair, saw each stroke of his tongue a second before the sensation hit her flesh.

The first orgasm Abel had given her had been urgent and extreme, driven by the need for speed. Tonight he took his sweet time, paying attention to her reactions, licking her slowly, circling his tongue harder when it made her fingers grab into his hair to rock herself onto his mouth for more. She lost focus when he laughed, low and sexy, then eased his fingers inside her, drawing her clitoris into his mouth. He had her and he knew it, holding her in his mouth as her muscles jerked and she dug her fingernails into the smooth bulk of his warm, sports-star shoulders.

His breathing was almost as shallow as hers for a few seconds, and he turned his face to drift barely there kisses a long her inner thigh before rising to his feet. His cock strained hard against his jeans, but he caught hold of her hand when she reached down to release him.

‘Go to bed, Beauty.’

‘Come with me?’ she asked, quiet, wanting him, wanting to give to him as he’d given to her.

Abel shook his head, and Genie could feel him retreating even though he was as standing as close as he could possibly be.

‘That’s not how this is gonna go.’

Confusion clouded her mind. She couldn’t get the measure of him. He wanted sex with her really, really badly. He might not have said it with words, but his cock couldn’t lie.

‘How is it going to go then, Abel? You get to help yourself to my body but I don’t get yours?’

‘Don’t pretend you didn’t like it,’ he said. ‘You were the one who took your clothes off, lady. I took it that you needed servicing.’

‘Needed servicing?’ she said, repeating his dumb insult because it took her by surprise so much.

‘You heard me right.’ He scooped her forwards off the table with his warm hands on her ass and set her down on her feet. ‘And now you’ve been serviced, so we can both go and get some sleep.’

Genie hated that the sound that left her lungs sounded like a strangled cat, but it was all she could manage, to articulate the rage and frustration and loathing that formed in her chest as Abel touched his fingers to his brow in mock salute and disappeared into his apartment without glancing back.

Inside his front door, Abel kicked the nearest chair so hard it flew across the room and made for the shower. Again.

Inside her front door, Genie heard the smash. Half of her wanted to go and force him to take what he so obviously needed. The other half of her wanted to smash something herself, preferably something heavy over Abel Kingdom’s stupid, beautiful head.

Reviews by the Wicked Reads Review Team

(I'm a genie in a bottle baby Gotta rub me the right way honey
I'm a genie in a bottle baby Come come, come on and let me out)
Abel Kingdom does anything but rub this Genie the right way. After her Burlesque show, Genie shows Abel the real deal and neither one of them can quite keep their clothes on around each other. It made for a raw attraction that had me screaming at the pages. Hurry up and do it already! Abel wants to buy her beloved theater and then bulldoze it to make a gym. Apparently he owns a chain of them. I enjoyed this sexy read, and loved how the characters just sizzled. Overall entertainment is four stars.

Could I put this book down? No
Characters have chemistry? Yessss
Religious? Nope
Erotic? Absolutely
Specific genre? Erotic romance
Main characters? Genie and Abel
Define main characters? Genie helped manage the theater, and danced there. Abel is owner of a chain of gyms.

There were so many things that I did and then didn't like about this book. It's a hard call for me. I loved Genie. I loved absolutely everything about her. It was Abel that I didn't care for. He was so all over the board for me. And then his history left me wanting to skim parts of the story. It just didn't work for me.

However, I'll say the first half of the book and the last quarter flew by for me. It was that little part between that I just didn't particularly care for.

I loved the way Genie was portrayed as a dancer and entertainer, not what Abel was trying to make her out to be and what many people would assume her to be.

The naughty bits were okay too. I'm all about the dirtier the better so for me they were tame although the fondue scene was fun and different. Other times it was hard for me to keep track since the details were so skimpy at times.

All in all not a bad read and I'd read more of Kitty French.

I have a love-hate relationship with this book. I loved Genie and Abel; I hated Abel’s mother. I loved how much Genie loved the theater and her life there; I hated that her Uncle’s attempts to protect her from bad news gave her no time to prepare for their losing the theater or Abel’s invasion. I loved the passion between Genie and Abel and how palpable it was; I hated that Abel could flip that switch off so completely. I loved watching Genie and Abel spar verbally; I hated that Abel’s words – both the careless one and the calculated ones – could slice Genie’s heart so thoroughly. I loved watching Genie and Abel fall in love and while I hated that it took so long, I don’t begrudge Ms. French a bit of it because it made Genie an immensely enjoyable read for me.

I find the idea of burlesque utterly fascinating and found myself just as seduced by Genie’s act as the others in attendance at the Divine Theater. Much like Abel, I found Genie’s ability to separate “work Genie” from “home Genie” a tad disconcerting at first, but not nearly as disconcerting as Abel’s insistence that he could only care about the one part of her while proclaiming his disgust for “work Genie.” And while his lashing out caused her emotional pain time after time, I began to understand why he did so as we learned more about his mother and his childhood. Knowing the root of the problem didn’t make Abel’s actions justified, but it certainly made it easier to understand where he was coming from.

I’m so glad this was written as a standalone because if Ms. French had set out to make this a series, THAT scene would have been the cliffhanger that could have resulted in the demise of my Kindle because I may have actually thrown it out frustration. So as much as I loved the Knight series and being able to spend time with the characters over several books, I am thankful that Genie is a stand-alone read. Being able to read a couple’s story all in one sitting, especially one as passionate as these two, with the scorching hot sex scenes, constant banter, and a much-appreciated Epilogue, is a treat and one I will indulge in again and again.

Big hit for me – thank you Ms. French, you have written another fabulous story!

This is signature Kitty French writing – good strong characters who have a past, and believe in having a future. Sassy, intelligent woman and alpha, headstrong man in an impossible situation, with chemistry burning them up, but brains slow to catch up. I loved the twists and turns, the description of the Lamp routine was both magical and seductive. My advice is get a copy, find yourself somewhere hidden from general view and indulge yourself in unadulterated pleasure reading.

PS – If you have not yet read the Knight trilogy, and you enjoy this, then you are in for another massive treat.

USA Today Bestselling author Kitty French is a total romance junkie; she loves to read it, watch it, and most of all to write it. Her sizzling Lucien Knight trilogy topped the amazon erotic charts on both sides of the Atlantic ~ everyone went crazy for Lucien Knight, the wise cracking Viking sex god who can melt underwear from ten paces away.

Kitty lives in England with her husband and two young sons, and she is mildly addicted to fairy lights, wine and stationery. She also writes romantic comedy for HarperCollins under the pseudonym Kat French.

Connect with Kitty

Facebook  ~  Twitter  ~  Blog  ~  Goodreads

a Rafflecopter giveaway

Hosted by

Reviewers on the Wicked Reads Review Team were provided a free copy of Genie by Kitty French to read and review for this tour.

No comments:

Post a Comment