Friday, August 26, 2016

Book Review: Maybe Mandy - Slippery When Wet by C.C Genovese

Maybe Mandy

Slippery When Wet

by C.C. Genovese






Blurb:


You've followed Mandy as she hooked up with Braden for a night of kinky carnival fun, and traveled with her to Cancun, where she met the Latin hunk, Valentino. Now, she's on the prowl again, but this time she's headed to her old stomping ground. It's Mandy's 20 year high school reunion, where she'll introduce you to some old friends, fill you in on some of her early sexual experiences, and have a soaking wet good time with a new heartthrob.










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My Review: 



At this point of time, I have read eight books by C.C Genovese. This is not my first time reading multiple works from one author, but I can say that C.C Genovese is a writer I get excited about. He is on my list of favorites by now. Plus, I get happy a like high-school fan-girl when I go to the online parties and talk to him and his PA.  

After reading that many books, I can understand why Genovese has this banner. I think that if you masturbate, these books would be good material to use. Including his A Masturbation Companion Series. 

Of course, with any traditional high-school reunion, we learn about Mandy's only friend and old crushes. Along with the fact that everyone is now 20 years older. People spilling secrets they were too scared to tell in high school, along with living the fantasies they've had these past years. This book lived up to all the expectations I had. I love the new heartthrob, can I pull him outta the book and keep him? LOL.







About The Author:


C. C. Genovese is a male romance and erotica author who often writes from the female perspective. He has a passion for writing sensual tales that take the average woman (or man) and place them in erotic positions. Life isn't prude so why should we be? If you're under the age of 18, or if you get offended easily, please don't purchase these books. If you're ready to be entertained, aroused, and brought to emotional climax then please do.


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Blurb:
Mandy's an average girl with a free spirit and a dirty mind. A cheating boyfriend followed by a three month dry spell has taken its toll on her and even though she's desperate for a little attention, Mandy isn't thrilled about her upcoming blind date...until she meets Braden. He'll take her to the carnival where they'll embark on a sex-charged journey like neither has ever experienced before.

Read this book and you'll never look at a Ferris wheel the same way again.

This is a novella intended for an 18+ audience. It has graphic sexual content. Buyer beware.

Steamy Sampler:

He gripped my ass, tight, nails and all, and forced me back on top of him. His grip spread my p***y inside my panties and it hurt just a little. For a second I thought he might take me right there in the car and I silently begged him to.

“You don’t understand,” he said.

“I don’t.”

“I want you so bad right now. I want to get out, bend you over the hood, and take you right here on the highway.”

“Yes,” I agreed.

That would be one hell of a plan, I thought.

He bit his bottom lip and rapped his knuckles against the window. He seemed a bit frustrated but then he looked me in the eyes and that blue metallic sheen on them seemed to sparkle.

“We could do that,” he said “but then it would be over too quickly. You deserve more than this, not just what any other guy would do. I’m going to show you something different tonight. Let’s do this right.”

“Are you inviting me back to your place?” I asked, hoping, wishing that would be the case.

“Not quite. Want to hear one of my favorite questions from the game?”

Okay, this might be interesting.

I kissed him again, this time letting my tongue seep out just a bit. He did the same but he refused to just let it go. He held back.

Damn him for holding back.

“Ask me,” I said.

“Have you ever had sex in a public place?”

Oh man, yeah, this was going to get interesting.

“Not really. In a sauna once but no one else was in there.”

He smiled and cocked an eyebrow. “A sauna? Nice.”

“Look, I don’t really want to go to a public place. Just take me somewhere private.”

I want to f**k you, you idiot, I thought.

But simple sex wasn’t the only thing he had in mind. He wanted this night to last and he had quickly formed an idea in his head. He’d planned a night that would drive me wild.

“No, private won’t do,” he said.

“So where are you taking me?”

“Where we were going in the first place, to the carnival.”

“I really don’t want to go to the fair,” I said.

He reached up under my skirt, palmed my p***y, and said, “Trust me. You do.”

And suddenly I did.






Blurb:

Mandy’s on vacation, from the job and from memories of Braden, but on foreign land a little WORK may be required. Sex on foreign soil isn’t just a game…it’s a conquest.

This is an adult erotic novella with graphic sexual content. Buyer beware.

Steamy Sampler:

It suddenly felt very hot in the club. The air was humid. My hair clung to my shoulders but it turned me on even more. Feeling his sweaty arm against mine made me imagine our bare bodies pumping away in the heat. I imagined his chest glistening as he spread my legs.

I leaned back against him and touched my forehead to his neck. My lips were just below his chin. I wanted him to lean forward and kiss me. He didn’t.

That bothered me.

I f***ing want you dammit. Kiss me, I thought.

I tried to look up into his face but it was too dark. I looked around us and everyone else was too shrouded in the shadows to see clearly. I found the faceless silhouettes surrounding us to be erotic. I was getting turned on by the tension in the air and the urge to f**k Valentino was becoming too much to handle.

No one could see us. No one knew the hunger growing inside me.

No one saw his right hand move around and go up under my shirt. I felt his fingers trace over my belly button and traipse up my stomach to my bra.

“I want you,” he whispered in my ear.

I want you too, right here on the dance floor. Take me back to my room, I thought.

I thought it but I didn’t say it. I couldn’t for some reason. I just froze. And has his hand made its way up to my right breast and over it, I could barely move at all. He moved his fingers over my skin, right between my breasts, and then cupped his big hand over my breast and squeezed gently.

I moaned but the loud music masked it.

His left hand moved on, making its way up my dress. I looked around to see if anyone else was watching, but it was dark, it was late, everyone in the place was smashed, and Jill had her tongue down Marco’s throat.

I put my own hand over Valentino’s and he seemed to take it as a sign that I wanted him to stop. He started to pull his hand away. I grabbed it and shoved it hard against my p***y, showing him exactly where I NEEDED his hand to be.