RELEASE DAY**~**Sex, Love, Repeat by Alessandra Torre – Review, Excerpt, and GIVEAWAY!!!

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I love two men. I screw two men. I am in a relationship with them both, and they are both aware there is another. That is all they need to know, that is all I let them know. They don’t need to know a name; they don’t need to know anything, but that they are not alone in my heart.

They have accepted the situation. Stewart, because his life is too busy for the sort of obligations that are required in a relationship. Paul, because he loves me too much to tell me no. And because my sexual appetite is such that one man has trouble keeping up.

So we exist, two parallel relationships, each running their own course, with no need for intersection or conflict. It works for us, for them, and for me. I don’t expect it to be a long-term situation. I know there is an expiration date on the easy perfection of our lives.

I should have paid more attention, should have looked around and noticed the woman who watched it all. She sat in the background and waited, tried to figure me out. Saw my two relationships, the love between us, and the moment that it all fell apart.

She hates me. I don’t even know she exists. She loves them. I love them. And they love me.

Everything else hangs in the balance.

excerpt

My men are so different, yet similar in so many ways. Their eyes, a similar tint of blue, yet Paul’s smiles at me with carefree abandonment and Stewart’s pierces my heart with its dark intensity. Their bodies. Paul’s naturally muscular, his arms developed from hours of surfboard paddling, his abs ripped from balancing on a board, his thighs and calves strong from jumping, balancing, and kicking through currents. Stewart’s body, attacked like everything else in his life, with fierce devotion, aggression worked out with miles on a treadmill, weight-lifting, sit-ups, pull-ups, and calisthenics. Their love. Paul loves me with unconditional warmth, his affection public and obvious, his arms pulling me into his warmth, his mouth littering my body with frequent kisses. Stewart loves me with a tiger’s intensity, his need taking my breath away, his confidence in our relationship strong enough to not be bothered by the presence of another man. He stares into my soul as if he owns it, and shows his love with money, sex, and rare moments of time. Tonight is one of those rare moments. I have his attention, his cell phone is away, and he is staring at me as if I contain everything needed to make his world whole. I step forward, towards his seated form, the dress hugging my form to perfection. He sits up in the chair, spreading his knees and patting his thigh, indicating where he wants me. I sit sideways on his thigh, my eyes held by his, his hand stealing up and running lightly along my bare back. “You are breathtaking.” His voice gruff, he leans forward and places a light kiss on my neck. “And you smell incredible.” “Thank you. You clean up pretty well yourself.” And he does. In a suit that no doubt costs more than my dress, he looks every bit the successful executive that he is. Short, orderly hair. Clean-shaved chin. Those intense eyes staring out of a strong face. “Is the car here?” “It’s downstairs. But it can wait.” He runs a hand up my knee, sliding the material of the cocktail dress up. I wait, my breath becoming shallow, my concentration focused on the path of his fingers, as they travel higher, taking their time, the tickle of rough skin against soft flesh. He leans over, brushing a quick kiss over my lips and then moves lower, soft kisses making the path down the line of my jaw, whisper soft against my neck, and deepening in touch when they reach my collarbone. His hand caresses my thigh, the brush of his thumb moving higher up my thigh until it is just breaths from my sex. I groan, sliding my hips forward, but his hand stops me, gripping my thigh and holding me still. “Not yet. Let me enjoy you for a moment.” There is the sound of approaching footsteps, and I open my eyes to see a suited man, our driver, round the corner and stop short when we come into view. His eyes drop respectfully and he speaks softly. “Mr. Brand, I’ll be downstairs with the car when you are ready.” Stewart mutters something unintelligible, the man taking the cue and leaving, the firm pull of the door behind him leaving us alone. Stewart’s hands push apart my legs, moving the fabric of my dress aside and leaving me bare and open to his eyes. He looks down, examining the exposed skin, his mouth curving into a smile. “No panties?” His eyes flick up to mine. “They’re in my purse. I figured they would be useless until we got to the event.” “That,” he says softly, his fingers teasing the edge of my lips, circling the edge of my sex in slow, tantalizing brushes, each touch closer but not yet there, “is why I love you. You know me so well.” His eyes stare at me, dark pools of lust and want. While Paul and I talk, incessantly, often, about anything and everything, important or not, Stewart and I fuck our way through this relationship, our time often too short for anything more than physical contact. Sex is how we connect, share our feelings, emotions, and love. I stare back into his eyes, my eyelids closing slightly when he slides one confident finger over the knot of my clit, that finger effortlessly sliding down and into me, the small invasion a tease of perfection. “Look at me,” he breathes. “I want to see your eyes.” I reopen my eyes, my mouth parting as he cups my sex, slipping a second finger in with the first, both of them working together, stimulating me in their movement, his thumb staying firm on my clit, soft pressure that moves slightly with each stroke of his fingers. He watches my eyes, sees the moment that the fire of my need hits them, sees the crescendo and burn of my arousal, adjusting the pace and pressure of his fingers in accordance with my want. I feel the curl of pleasure, growing in my belly, our eyes caught in a web of want, pulled to each other, my eyes barely noticing the sexy pull of his mouth into a smile as my breathing increases and I thrust into his hand. His other hand steals around my waist, sliding up my chest and pulling on the fabric there, tugging my neckline down till a breast is exposed, his hand gripping and tugging on it just hard enough to make me gasp.

review

**ARC received form the author for an honest review**

“I know what you’re thinking. That dropped jaw and disgusted look on your face? I’ve seen it before. But wait. Please. Don’t judge me quite yet.”

When Allessandra Torre emailed me about reviewing Sex Love Repeat, I jumped all over it. Many months ago I had read Blindfolded Innocence by her and loved it. So reading another book by her made my day 🙂 I love how her books are different. She writes about things that some people won’t even talk about.

We all know by reading the synopsis, Madison is in love with TWO men. Two hot men….lucky girl!! That right there is what was flashing READ ME!!! And, yep, Madison is in love and in relationships with two men. Two HOT men, but  in very different ways.  Are you wondering how she arranges this?? I bet you are, because I was too. But, you must read it to find out. This is the kind of story that people need to NOT ruin with spoilers. I would have been pissed if anyone had ruined it for me.

“I understand that you hate me. That you curse me for my greed. But if I am okay with it, and they are okay with it, how is it anyone else’s right to judge?”

Madison’s loves are Stewart and Paul. Stewart is a business man whose job is more important than anything else in his life, but he can rock Madison’s world when it comes to sex. I could see why she is in love with him. He is a sweetheart underneath that workaholic outer shell.  And  I am telling you , ladies, Alessandra did not hold back on these sex scenes. They are HOT!!

“He does what makes me happy. It is why he accepts the fucked up threesome that we currently live.”

Then we have Paul. Paul is the total opposite…he is a surfer and one of the sweetest book boyfriends I have ever read about. And again, HOT sex scenes.  Madison is his world! He would stop surfing, which is his dream, just to make Madison happy.  But, Madison loves them both. Such a dilemma!!! What is a girl to do?? Enjoy them both?? Hell yeah!!!

I had a favorite from the start and I had my pick decided very early in the story. I will not tell you which one I picked but I will tell you I was smiling and swooning in the end 🙂 And then the epilogue happened!!! I have to admit, I was PISSED off by the epilogue!!! I never expected it and was not happy about the information that is released. But with that being said, it was a GREAT ending!! Well done, Alessandra…well done. This story is beautifully written and I devoured it. Again, another story from this amazing author, that I could not put down.  This book is Book Bitch approved and recommended!!!

~Jennifer L.

5 B's

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 about-the-author

Alessandra Torre is a author who focuses on contemporary erotica. Her first book, Blindfolded Innocence, was published in July 2012, and was an Erotica #1 Bestseller for two weeks.

Alessandra lives on the beach in Florida and is married, with one young child. She enjoys reading, spending time with her family, and playing with her dogs. Her favorite authors include Lisa Gardner, Gillian Flynn, and Jennifer Crusie.

Learn more about Alessandra on her website at http://www.alessandratorre.com.

Author Links: Email: alessandratorre4@gmail.com Twitter: http://www.twitter.com/readalessandra Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/AlessandraTorre0 Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6452845.Alessandra_Torre

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