{Book Spotlight & Exclusive Excerpt} The Red by Tiffany Reisz (@TiffanyReisz)

Never make a promise you don’t intend to keep… 

Mona Lisa St. James made a deathbed promise that she would do anything to save her mother's art gallery. Unfortunately, not only is The Red painted red, but it's in the red. She soon realizes she has no choice but to sell it.

Just as she realizes she has no choice but to sell it, a mysterious man comes in after closing time and makes her an offer: He will save The Red if she agrees to submit to him for the period of one year.

The man is handsome, English, and terribly tempting...but surely her mother didn't mean for Mona to sell herself to a stranger. Then again, she did promise to do anything to save The Red...

The Red is a standalone novel of erotic fantasy from Tiffany Reisz, international bestselling author of The Bourbon Thief and the Original Sinners series.

Expected Release Date - July 11th, 2017

Exclusive Excerpt ~ 

“Why do I want to be generous with you, you asked me earlier. The answer is simple,” Malcolm said. “I want to. Reason enough for me. If you want more specifics, well, you’re a beauty, as I said. Magnificent legs, marvelous ankles. And I love a girl with red hair, even if it is artificial. Your complexion is lighter than I prefer but it will show bites and blushes well. You wear your hair tastefully. Most women these days wear their hair shorn off or unbound and undone. Takes the magic out of the hair if it’s already down and loose before we’ve gone to bed. You wear yours pinned up and it makes me imagine what it looks like down. I like that very much.”
 
She warmed at the compliments.
 
“You could have seduced me for free, you know.” If he had no qualms about admitting his attraction to her, she’d have none about admitting hers to him. “You are very handsome.”
 
“Am I?”
 
“I like...” He’d enumerated her best features in detail. Surely he expected the same from her, yet she shied away from telling him how attractive she found him. He didn’t seem the sort to need his ego massaged. “I like your hands.”
 
“My hands.”
 
“They’re big,” she said. “And muscular. Sort of. They have lovely veins in them. I like male hands with veins. I noticed them the first time I saw you. And surely you noticed me noticing them if you’re such a connoisseur of women.”
 
“I did.”
 
“And yet you want to pay me for sex instead of simply asking me out on a date and getting it for free.”
 
“Let me explain, darling.” He leaned forward and rested an elbow on the chair arm. He used the hand attached to that arm and elbow to gesticulate as he spoke. “When a woman such as yourself and a man such as myself are lovers...” He pointed at her and then at himself. “Expectations are raised. Marriage being one of them. Lovers often love each other. I have no interest in love or marriage from you. Nor do I wish to take you to dinner. I simply want to fuck you in various ways that please me. It’s my preference.”
 
The phrase “in various ways” brought images into Mona’s mind. She warmed even more. She started to cross her legs but caught herself in time.
 
“I have heard that men don’t pay prostitutes for the sex itself. They pay prostitutes to leave.”
 
He laughed softly, a warm sensual laugh. Now she did cross her legs.
 
“There may be some truth to that,” Malcolm said. “A man can get the same thing from his wife as he could get from a whore, but the wife might want to talk after.”
 
“God forbid.”
 
“Indeed. I wouldn’t pay you to leave, however. I’ll do the leaving after. What I’m paying for, in fact, is permission. Carte blanche, shall we say.”
 
“Carte blanche? Meaning?”
 
“I want your permission to do whatever I want to do with your body.” “Whatever you want? That doesn’t sound safe.”
 
“I realize that,” he said. “I’ll make you this promise—I won’t damage you in any way. Will there be bites? Of course. Bruises? Undoubtedly. One can hardly kiss a girl as pale as you without leaving a mark. Will I make you bleed? Probably not, but it’s happened before. I won’t pull out your fingernails or submit you to water torture. If you genuinely thought I wanted to do you real harm, I wouldn’t be in this office negotiating with you, would I?”
 
“No.”
 
“On the other hand, it’s a virtual certainty I’ll chain you to the bed and bugger you. I’m sure it will come as no shock to you that I am also very fond of riding crops.”

About The Author ~ 

Tiffany Reisz is the author of the internationally bestselling and award-winning Original Sinners series for Mira Books (Harlequin/Mills & Boon). Tiffany's books inhabit a sexy shadowy world where romance, erotica and literature meet and do immoral and possibly illegal things to each other. She describes her genre as "literary friction," a term she stole from her main character, who gets in trouble almost as often as the author herself. She lives in Lexington, Kentucky with her husband, author Andrew Shaffer, and two cats. If she couldn't write, she would die.

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