Monday, October 17, 2016

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Title: Dirty at 30
Series: Love Without Batteries #1
Author: Cassandra Lawson
Genre: Contemporary Romantic Comedy
Release Date: October 16
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I hadn’t realized I was stuck in a rut until the day I lost Raphael. There I was, just about to reach my big O when he died. I tried replacing his batteries, but nothing worked. It was that frustrating moment when I decided I wanted a real man in my life.
 
Ty seems like the perfect guy. He’s sexy, sweet, and he can satisfy me in ways Raphael never could. Unfortunately, he’s also my stepson’s best friend. While only five years younger, Ty seems like forbidden fruit, but I still find myself unable to resist him. Now, I just need to figure out if this is the beginning of a forbidden romance that will end in tragedy, or if Ty could be my happily ever after.
 
Following their disastrous marriages, Brook, Chelsea, and Delaney swore off men. After years of being on their own, these ladies have decided they want more. At the age of thirty, the three friends make a pact to re-enter the dating world. Little do they know they are all destined to find love in the arms of younger men.

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“Do you want to stay?” I asked shyly.
Meeting my gaze, his lips parted slightly, and he just stared at me for a moment, his inner struggle clear. “Yes. I want to stay more than you can possibly know.”
“Then stay,” I suggested, placing one hand on his bicep and allowing it to trail down his arm.
Ty watched my hand as it made its descent.
“Would you have asked me to stay before I kissed you?” he asked, meeting my gaze again. “Think carefully, sweetheart, because I need to know this isn’t just lust talking. I need to know you won’t regret this.”
I opened my mouth to tell him I definitely wouldn’t regret it, but I hesitated. “I don’t know,” I replied honestly.
He closed his eyes and took several breaths before opening them. “Then we’ll wait. I need more than one night with you.”

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Cassandra Lawson is an author and homeschooling mother of three from the San Francisco Bay area. She has always had a very active imagination and loves making up stories. When she is not writing, she enjoys baking, spending time with her family, listening to music, or curling up with a good book.


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Sunday, October 16, 2016

Release Day Blitz - Dirty at 30

Dirty-at-30 Cassandra Lawson (Ebook)
Title: Dirty at 30
Series: Love Without Batteries #1
Author: Cassandra Lawson
Genre: Contemporary Romantic Comedy
Release Date: October 16
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Synopsis
I hadn’t realized I was stuck in a rut until the day I lost Raphael. There I was, just about to reach my big O when he died. I tried replacing his batteries, but nothing worked. It was that frustrating moment when I decided I wanted a real man in my life.
Ty seems like the perfect guy. He’s sexy, sweet, and he can satisfy me in ways Raphael never could. Unfortunately, he’s also my stepson’s best friend. While only five years younger, Ty seems like forbidden fruit, but I still find myself unable to resist him. Now, I just need to figure out if this is the beginning of a forbidden romance that will end in tragedy, or if Ty could be my happily ever after.
Following their disastrous marriages, Brook, Chelsea, and Delaney swore off men. After years of being on their own, these ladies have decided they want more. At the age of thirty, the three friends make a pact to re-enter the dating world. Little do they know they are all destined to find love in the arms of younger men.


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Cassandra Lawson is an author and homeschooling mother of three from the San Francisco Bay area. She has always had a very active imagination and loves making up stories. When she is not writing, she enjoys baking, spending time with her family, listening to music, or curling up with a good book.


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Thursday, October 13, 2016

Sneak Peek - Dirty at 30 (Chapter One)

Dirty at 30 (Love Without Batteries #1)

Chapter One

Brook

        A blonde, a brunette, and a redhead walked into a bar. No, it’s not the opening line for a joke. It’s how my Saturday night started.
       This particular Saturday was the one-year anniversary of meeting my two best friends, Chelsea and Delaney—the blonde and the redhead. For the last year, we’d gotten together almost every week. What we did depended on our moods and schedules. We’d done everything from lunch and shopping, to indoor skydiving, but the one constant in each of our gatherings was the discussions about the sex we should be having—the kind involving an actual guy. Our talks were purely hypothetical since none of us were looking to go down that road again, which was why our talks usually included discussions of book boyfriends and boyfriends requiring batteries. Many of our outings ended with a trip to the bookstore, and occasionally, we stopped at the sex toy shop. Our book boyfriends never let us down, and we could count on our battery powered friends to meet our needs without any complications.
       We’d all met during a yoga class taught by a human pretzel Barbie, who barked out orders like a chain-smoking drill sergeant. I’d taken that wretched class for twelve weeks. Many might wonder why we’d all continued to attend the class when we hated it so much, but we’d each bought a nonrefundable package of lessons at a great price, and we were all too stubborn to drop out of yoga boot camp. At first, we’d just hung out to talk about our evil yoga instructor, but we quickly learned we had a lot more in common. Each of us had found Mr. Wrong and foolishly jumped into marriages doomed to fail. We’d each been hesitant to date since then for our own reasons. Chelsea was afraid of losing control of her life again. Delaney was afraid of being hurt again, not that she’d ever admit to that. As for me, I had an even better reason to avoid dating; I was still married to my Mr. Wrong, but not for long.
        “I’m divorcing Rob,” I announced, watching the faces of my friends morph from shock to joy.
        “That’s wonderful!” Chelsea practically screeched, her sassy blonde bob bouncing around her heart-shaped face, and her blue eyes sparkling with excitement. Chels looked like a pinup girl with her exaggerated curves and pouty lips. She also had a sweet voice that made people think she was the helpless little woman, which was far from the truth.
        “You’re not joking, right?” Delaney asked skeptically, probably wondering if this was the four margaritas talking. As our designated driver for the evening, Delaney was the only one who wasn’t a little tipsy. Her long red hair flowed around her face, bringing attention to her elfin features and bright green eyes. She’d come from a small town in Texas, close to the Louisiana border, which gave her a drawl that men seemed to drool over when she spoke in that smoky voice of hers.
        “I’m really doing it,” I assured them, but I understood why Delaney was skeptical. I’d been married to Tristan Robinson—or as everyone called him, Rob—for eleven years. Our anniversary had come and gone just two days after my thirtieth birthday, and that’s when I’d suddenly realized it was ridiculous to remain married to a man I hadn’t seen in nearly as long as we’d been married. The only reason I knew he was still alive was that all the bills for the house I lived in were still being paid every month. To be honest, I was somewhat amazed that he’d managed to pay the bills all these years. Fifteen years my senior, Rob had always behaved more like an irresponsible teen, and I was pretty sure that hadn’t changed.
        “I gotta ask,” Chelsea began. “What brought this on?”
       Luke, my stepson, had been my biggest reason for remaining married. I wasn’t going to lie and say he was the only reason I’d stayed married to Rob. It hadn’t all been selfless on my part. Having no rent or household bills for the last decade had allowed me to get a college education and start my own graphic design business. So, yes, I had gained something from remaining married to my absentee husband so long, but it was long past time to move on. I should have moved on as soon as Luke left for college, but I was comfortable in my state of limbo.
       Delaney nodded. “Please tell me it’s something interesting, like a guy. Tell me you were having phenomenal sex with a hot guy, and he told you he can’t live without you, so you’ve decided to ditch dickhead Rob.”
        “Oh, my!” gasped the elderly woman from the table close to ours.
       Tonight, we’d met at a bar attached to our favorite Mexican restaurant. Since we were regulars here, they knew to seat us far from the main restaurant, and they did their best to encourage other patrons to sit at tables further from us. The gasping seventy-five-year-old with lime green hair was a regular who insisted on sitting close to us. To save her overly starched husband from being offended, she always turned down his hearing aid.
       When I gave her a smile, she waved her frail hand with its long acrylic nails painted to match her hair. “Don’t mind me, dearie,” she said with a sweet smile. “I’m hoping Red’s right. I need a man at least five times a week. A girl your age shouldn’t be getting less dick than I am.”
       Her husband looked over at us with a scowl before turning back to his wife. “She doesn’t look very domestic. Looks like a prostitute if you ask me.”
       The senior spitfire wasted no time in reacting to her husband’s rude comment by tossing a drink in his face and storming out with as much spunk as a woman pushing a walker could manage. Her husband hurried after her, shouting about how he didn’t understand what she was so riled up about.
       After we all got our laughter under control, Delaney pointed to them. “I want to be her when I grow up.”
        “Does anyone know why she’s using the walker?” Chels asked.
        “I didn’t tell you?” I asked.
        “No,” Delaney replied.
        “She was in here when I met Luke for lunch one day, and I stopped by her table to ask her what happened,” I began with a laugh. “According to her, they bought a sex swing after her husband’s knee replacement, and there was an accident.”
        “No way!” Chelsea said over her giggles.
        “She seemed dead serious,” I assured them. “Do you think I can talk her into adopting me?”
        “Don’t forget that her husband is part of that package,” Chelsea reminded me.
        “Good point,” I agreed. “Too bad.”
        “Back to why you decided to get divorced after all this time,” Delaney pushed.
       I might have been embarrassed admitting my reasoning to anyone else, but these ladies got me. There would be no judgment, mostly because we’d all confessed some pretty embarrassing things to each other. You couldn’t be shy around the women you shopped for sex toys with.
        “It’s Rafael,” I began with a sad sigh.
       Both of my friends looked thoroughly confused. They knew who Rafael was, but I could see why they would have trouble understanding how he could influence my decision to file for divorce.
        “Please tell you haven’t started having long conversations with Rafael,” Chelsea gasped, trying to look serious but failing miserably. She ended up hunched over the table with her head resting on her arms as she giggled at the image.
        “That would be a little weird,” Delaney agreed, having more luck looking serious. “Didn’t you once tell me Rafael doesn’t speak English?”
        “Do you want to hear this story or not?” I asked my friends.
       Chelsea got her giggles under control and sat up. “Sorry. We’ll be quiet.”
       While I seriously doubted she’d be able to remain quiet, I continued anyway. “I was enjoying a quiet evening at home,” I began. “I’d opened a bottle of nonalcoholic wine and watched a little television.”
        “What were you watching?” Chelsea asked, proving she couldn’t be quiet after four margaritas.
        “Game of Thrones,” I replied.
        “You hate that show,” Delaney remarked.
        “I don’t hate it,” I argued. “I’m just not crazy about it.”
       They continued to look at me, waiting for the real reason I kept watching Game of Thrones.
        “I was watching it for the hot guys,” I admitted with no shame. “Are you happy? Can we continue?”
        “Go right ahead,” Delaney told me with a grin. “You were watching hot guys and drinking grape juice.” There was no mistaking the disdain in Delaney’s voice at my choice of beverage. Delaney did not approve of wine without alcohol.
        “Naturally, I wanted to end the evening on a happy note, so I decided to take a bath with Rafael. Things were going great. Better than great. I was fast approaching the big O. It was within my reach, and then he died.”
       Chelsea let out a quick giggle before reining in her amusement. Delaney’s head was resting on the table now, and her shoulders were shaking.
        “You’re getting a divorce because the batteries died on your favorite vibrator?” Chelsea asked, before losing the battle to hold in her giggles.
        “I’d just replaced the batteries,” I insisted. “Just in case I’d somehow managed to put old batteries in, I almost fell on my ass running out of the bathroom while dripping water across the floor. Even with two new AAs, he still wouldn’t work. He’s dead.”
        “That’s the name of my favorite vibrator,” Delaney piped in.
        “You named your vibrator Dead?” Chelsea asked.
        “No. His name is Justin Case,” Delaney replied with a wicked grin. “I keep him just in case I’m horny.”
       I snorted. “You’re always horny. That poor vibrator must get a good workout.” This was definitely a pot calling the kettle black situation, but I was willing to live with that.
       Delaney flipped me off while letting out a contented sigh. “He’s the best I’ve ever had. You know what I’m talking about, Brook. You have several backups for Rafael, but you ran to get replacement batteries instead of the backup. Justin is the only vibrator who takes care of all my needs.”
        “Perhaps, you should finish this story before Delaney gets too carried away fantasizing about her buzzing boyfriend,” Chelsea suggested. “Then, we’ll take you over to get a new friend. There’s no standard mourning period for battery operated boyfriends, so it’s acceptable to replace Rafael right away.”
       Some might find our conversation strange, but it was talks like these that made our weekly gatherings so much fun.
        “After Rafael died, leaving me with my orgasm just out of reach, I got to thinking it would be nice to have a man take care of things for me, at least part of the time, which is when I decided it’s time to file for divorce,” I explained. “I could argue that I don’t have a real marriage, so what’s the big deal with having a man while I’m still married, but this seemed like the sign I needed to get out of this relationship limbo I’ve been stuck in. So, on my agenda for the month are file for divorce and get a replacement for Rafael—a battery-powered replacement for now. I want to focus on getting this divorce moving first.”
        “You gotta file for the big D before you can look for a big D,” Chelsea chirped happily.
        “No more margaritas for the blonde,” Delaney called out to our waitress, which resulted in Chelsea flipping her off. “This is really exciting!”
        “Which part is exciting? Me getting divorced? Or are you just excited about a trip to our favorite store?” I teased.
        “I’m excited about the idea of sex with someone with a heartbeat,” Delaney replied. “Being an erotica writer, one would assume I get lucky sometimes.”
        “Are you saying Justin isn’t enough for you?” I asked with an expression of mock horror.
        “Never insult Justin,” Delaney warned. “What was I talking about?”
        “Dick,” Chelsea replied.
        “I can’t even remember the last time I had sex,” Delaney mused.
        “Same here,” I began. “I do know it wasn’t very good.”
       Based on the sighs from my friends, I wasn’t alone.
        “It’s been far too long,” Delaney muttered.
        “Are you really considering going polyamorous and getting a friend to play with you and Justin?” Chelsea asked with a gasp.
        “As tempting as the idea of getting someone to join me and Justin is, I’m too busy,” Delaney insisted, before shocking us all when she added, “but maybe I should make time.”
       That was a big change, and the table fell silent. Delaney had never even brought up the possibility of finding a man before. None of us had brought it up before today. While I’d expected my friends to be excited about me taking a chance, I’d thought they’d be resistant to taking a chance themselves.
       I was the one to break the silence. “It’s time.”
        “For what?” Chelsea asked. “Are we leaving already? I thought we were going to order dessert first.”
        “We’ve all recently turned thirty and spent most of our twenties avoiding dating,” I began. “It’s time to start dating.”
        “I’m not sure about dating, but I wouldn’t mind seeing if sex is better now,” Delaney added. “I write about good sex, and I can’t help thinking there must be a man out there who knows what he’s doing in bed.”
       Chelsea began to shake her head wildly. “I’m still having trouble getting Jason to leave me alone. There is no way I am dating and ending up with another stalker in my life.”
        “Fine,” I relented. “How about if we just agree to start having sex with actual men, instead of fantasizing about them with our electronic lovers? I’ve never had a wild affair, so maybe I should start with that, anyway.”
        “I’m in,” Delaney stated with a decisive nod.
        “You are?” Chelsea asked, mouth open and eyes wide. While I managed to avoid gasping in shock, it was hard, so I didn’t blame Chelsea for her reaction.
        “We should make a pact,” Delaney continued.
        “Didn’t you say you don’t have time for a man?” Chelsea asked.
       Delaney flashed a wicked grin. “I’m sure I could make a little time to explore that threesome you mentioned me having with Justin.”
        “Come on, Chels,” I urged. “You can’t continue to let Jason rule your life. If he sees you with someone else, he might get the hint and leave you alone.”
       After considering what I’d said, Chelsea nodded. “You’re right. I’m tired of fantasizing about a hot alpha male walking off the pages of a book and making me scream. I need to get one of those for a night or two.”
       Now that my friends were in it with me, I was actually excited about the idea of finding a man. Of course, I still had one major detail to take care of. “First, I need to get this divorce going.”
        “Do you have an attorney?” Chelsea asked.
       I nodded. “According to my attorney, I should be able to get the divorce finalized quickly if I can serve Rob with the papers. That is going to be the hard part.”
        “Do you know where Rob is?” Chelsea asked.
        “Not a clue,” I admitted.
       Rob had packed his bags and walked out the door less than six months after we’d married. There’d been no big fight, and he hadn’t explained why he was leaving. Since then, I’d only spoken to him on the phone a couple of times. I’d never cried or hoped he’d return. In all honesty, I’d been relieved to see Rob go. I’d considered filing for divorce earlier, but Rob hadn’t just left me with the house, car, and a nice monthly stipend; he’d also left me with his thirteen year old son, Luke. At nineteen, I’d become more than Luke’s stepmom, I’d become the one constant in his life. I had no clue where his mother was, and Rob had never taken much interest in Luke, even before he’d left.
        “What happens if you can’t find Rob?” Chelsea asked. “You won’t be stuck with that asshole forever, will you?”
        “I can still get a divorce,” I assured her. “It will just take much longer, and I’d really like to put that part of my life behind me. Luke is an adult, and he’s also been pushing me to move forward. I think he feels guilty about the stuff with Rob, even though none of it was his fault.”
        “You know what you should do?” Delaney asked, and something told me I didn’t want to know what Delaney thought I should do.
        “I’m afraid to ask,” I admitted.
        “You should ask Luke to fix you up with one of his hot young friends,” Delaney suggested.
       I had just taken a drink, and I literally spit the contents across the table at Delaney, which served the bitch right.
        “Brook!” Delaney screeched.
       I shrugged. “You deserved that. Just be glad I’d taken a drink of water instead of my margarita. It would be totally wrong to go out with one of my stepson’s friends. I’m pretty sure it is a big no-no of the forbidden romance variety.”
        “You’re only six years older than Luke,” Delaney argued. “I’m sure you were considered a total MILF by his friends during his high school years. You owe it to at least one of those poor young men to make his ultimate fantasy a reality.”
        “I do not want to think about horny teen boys fantasizing about me,” I said with a shudder.
        “She’s right,” Chelsea added.
        “Chelsea agrees you should do it,” Delaney practically gloated.
        “I meant Brook’s right,” Chelsea clarified. “Teen boys are pretty gross. I have a brother, so I know.”
        “I am not asking my stepson to fix me up with one of his friends,” I insisted.
       Delaney looked thoughtful for a moment. “Maybe he could fix me up with one of his friends. I might end up being inspired to write a story about the sophisticated older woman, teaching her young lover how to pleasure a woman.”
        “That’s been done,” Chelsea pointed out.
        “Done or not, it would still be fun,” Delaney argued. “Don’t worry. I was teasing you about fixing me up with one of Luke’s friends. Older men are my preference. You know, a man with more experience. I married a boy. I’m looking for a man to take care of business for me now."
        “I suppose, I should be happy you didn’t suggest I fix you up with Luke,” I told Delaney.
        “That would be awkward,” Chelsea agreed.
        “I can’t believe we’ve never met Luke,” Delaney remarked.
        “He just moved back to the area, so I’m sure you’ll meet him soon enough,” I assured them. “What I can’t believe is that we’ve never met Chelsea’s brother.”
        “You’ve never met any of my family,” Chelsea pointed out. “It’s nothing personal. I just don’t invite them to any gatherings that might end in shopping for vibrators.” Her eyes suddenly lit with excitement. “Hey! I have a great idea. My brother can help you find Rob.”
       I’d forgotten Chelsea’s brother, Tyler, was a private investigator.
        “That would be great, Chels,” I told her. “My attorney recommended a private investigator, but they won’t be able to meet with me for another three weeks.”
        “Tyler can help you sooner than that,” Chelsea assured me.
        “Should I call his office to set up an appointment?” I asked.
        “Nah,” Chelsea replied. “I’ll text him and see if he can give you a call. Do you mind if I give him your number? It’ll be better if you don’t go to his office.”
        “Any reason I shouldn’t go to the office?” I asked.
        “They’re doing some remodels,” Chelsea explained. “Plus, this will make it easier for Tyler to squeeze you in.”
        “You think he can take care of everything without meeting me in person?” I asked.
       She shrugged. “I’m not sure, but he can always meet you at a coffee shop or something.”
        “Just let me know what he says,” I told her. “I can email him stuff, too.”
        “Now that we have a plan, let’s finish our drinks and go find a replacement for Rafael,” Chelsea suggested.
       Delaney raised her glass of iced tea. “A toast to making this the year we end our long stretches of celibacy!”
       I raised my glass. “To getting a little dirty at thirty.”
        “To getting a little naughty at thirty,” Chelsea added with a raised glass.
        “To getting a little sultry at thirty,” Delaney finished with her smoky drawl.

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Tuesday, October 4, 2016

Dirty at 30 Excerpt Reveal

Dirty-at-30 Cassandra Lawson (Ebook)
Title: Dirty at 30
Series: Love Without Batteries #1
Author: Cassandra Lawson
Genre: Contemporary Romantic Comedy
Release Date: October 16
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Synopsis
I hadn’t realized I was stuck in a rut until the day I lost Raphael. There I was, just about to reach my big O when he died. I tried replacing his batteries, but nothing worked. It was that frustrating moment when I decided I wanted a real man in my life.
Ty seems like the perfect guy. He’s sexy, sweet, and he can satisfy me in ways Raphael never could. Unfortunately, he’s also my stepson’s best friend. While only five years younger, Ty seems like forbidden fruit, but I still find myself unable to resist him. Now, I just need to figure out if this is the beginning of a forbidden romance that will end in tragedy, or if Ty could be my happily ever after.
Following their disastrous marriages, Brook, Chelsea, and Delaney swore off men. After years of being on their own, these ladies have decided they want more. At the age of thirty, the three friends make a pact to re-enter the dating world. Little do they know they are all destined to find love in the arms of younger men.


“How about if I take you to dinner after you’re done?” he suggested.
“Like a date?” I knew my eyes were wide when I asked the question.
Ty chuckled at my shocked expression. “Yeah, a date. Did you think I was just trying to get into your pants?”
“Not after you refused to stay tonight. Initially, the thought had crossed my mind, but I wasn’t offended by it,” I admitted.
“You weren’t?” he asked, seeming genuinely surprised.
I shook my head. “Being found desirable by an attractive younger man is flattering. I suppose if you were being creepy about it, I wouldn’t like it.”
“Got it. Younger man is good. Creepy younger man is bad,” he stated with a straight face.
“And according to Chelsea, you’re trainable,” I teased. “I guess that’s one benefit of older women like me going after younger men like you.”
Just like that, the teasing twinkle left his eyes, and Ty cupped my chin in one hand, brushing his thumb across my lower lip. “You’re not that much older than me.”

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Cassandra Lawson is an author and homeschooling mother of three from the San Francisco Bay area. She has always had a very active imagination and loves making up stories. When she is not writing, she enjoys baking, spending time with her family, listening to music, or curling up with a good book.


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