Blind Her With Bliss


He's a shock jock looking to reform. She's an accountant hoping to cut loose.
Can love open their eyes to forever?

(Tilling Passions Book 1)
ISBN: 978-1-4524-1519-2
April 2011

Uptight CPA, JULIE TILLING is tired of doing the right thing. When her friend from high school dies and Julie is the only one who believes he didnít commit suicide, she takes it upon herself to explore the circumstances surrounding his death. When the investigation takes her into a world of sexy nightclubs and a one night stand that has her heart melting, Julie finds a naughty side of herself she didnít know existed.


DAMON COREY didnít come to Maine to become a shock jock. But when his dream of becoming a concert pianist seems unobtainable, the radio stationís offer is too good to pass up. Unfortunately, the one night stands and empty relationships are getting oldóthat is until a mysterious brunette falls into his arms and wraps around his heart making him believe in love.


With their passion overheating and their sexual encounters exploding, Damon and Julie work to see beyond the masks that have protected them from the world. But will Damonís enigmatic shock jock persona become Julieís sexual undoing and reveal Damon as the missing piece that solves the puzzling questions surrounding her friendís death?



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Reviews

Ms. Pierce has penned a wonderful mystery with twists and turns that will keep the reader guessing until the very end.
~ Miz Love Loves Books 5 STARS

[Blind Her With Bliss] is by far, the best contemporary romance I have read this year. ~ Romance Junkies 5 RIBBONS

A hot and sweet storyÖa book to go back to when you are in a sentimental mood. ~ Sizzling Hot Book Reviews


ďA romance that ranges from sweet, to sensual, to holy crap my eyes are falling out of their sockets.Ē
~ 5 STARS and HIGHLY RECOMMENDED, Shyla of The To Be Read Pile



Excerpt

Half-naked bodies were everywhere, both men and women. It shouldn't surprise Damon. That's what Starry Knights offered its patrons-unfettered public exposure. The local cops knew what happened in the bar, but as long as no one got hurt, they left Elvis and his clientele alone. They probably would have shut down the club immediately if they knew what went on in the lower floors of the building. But they didn't. He was one of the few people did.


Only one more set. A mere twenty minutes separated him from his freedom. Then Damon would find a nameless beauty, leave with her draped over his arm and end the night looking like the Romeo of radio everyone believed him to be.


He'd thought it a great perk when he first took the job at WKOR in Bangor. Female groupies were always looking to sleep with the bad boys of the airwaves. But the whole thing was becoming tiresome. He wasn't cut out to be a love 'em and leave 'em kind of guy. Problem was it had become part of who he was. People expected him to be a playboy, especially his boss. It kept people listening and sponsors buying airtime. And when it came right down to it, the bottom line-not his self-respect-was all that mattered.


Damon turned down the music. He hollered epithets into his mic, insulting and demeaning the crowd below. They went wild with enthusiasm. The more scathing his comments, the louder they chanted and clapped. Damon couldn't help but laugh at the juxtaposition of his remarks to their actions. As long as he lived, he'd never understand the human psyche.


"You're animals," he laughed out the words. Their howling calls wafted on the hot air currents drifting up from below. "Okay, time for a dance contest. You know the drill, if the spotlight shines on you, you're on. What you do after that is up to you."


Damon raised the volume another couple of notches and the music pounded out, whipping the crowd into a frenzy of flailing arms and exposed skin. Spotlights crossed and flitted over the assembly. The guys in the lighting booth had been through the routine before. They'd been down on the dance floor throughout the night scoping out the crush of bodies, determining the right ratio of men and women. Starry Knights catered to all sexual orientations. Elvis prided himself on keeping his patrons happy. If that meant naked men, he'd give it to them. If tonight was more the heterosexual, lesbian crowd, he'd be sure his people offered them a bevy of beauties.


Whichever the case, Damon was out of there after this contest was finished.


* * * *

Julie had no idea what was happening. The whole evening had been an overwhelming cacophony of sensual overload. The music had stroked her body like the bow of a violin, sending her taut muscles quivering with every pulse. She had danced with women and men, sometimes both. Their hands and mouths wandered her body without inhibition.


Their intimate touches had startled her at first. She'd bolted from the dance floor, too stunned to do anything but sip at another iced tea and watch. Other people's clothes had disappeared as the night wore on and so had her reticence. No one knew her here. No one cared that Monday she would go back to boring Julie, CPA. Tonight, she could be anyone. And tonight she wanted to be Julie, wanton pinup girl.


So she'd pushed her way back in the crowd, enjoying the pleasant thrumming in her head and belly. She didn't know how many people had touched her and at the moment, she didn't really care. She hadn't been able to return their affections, but others had. She wasn't sure how many orgasms she'd witnessed, couples having intercourse on the dance floor or women pleasured to climax by partners of both sexes, but she'd become increasingly aroused as the night wore on. Although her body thrummed with need, she hadn't allowed anyone to satisfy her in public. Even she had her limits.


At that moment, the spotlight illuminated her, cast all eyes on her, taking away her anonymity. Heat rose from the soles of her feet to settle in her cheeks. Julie swiveled her head, not understanding the chanting coming from the crowd. It seemed they wanted her to dance. Hands coaxed her from behind to join the small group gathered in the center of the dance floor. A man grabbed her hand and pulled her against his bare chest. The smell of musk and sweat assaulted her nose. Completely masculine. Completely erotic. His lips crushed down on hers, stealing what little air was in her lungs. He spun her away from him, and just as quickly, twirled her back into his arms. They both laughed. The crowd surrounding the intimate group of twenty began to chant.


It was only a dance contest. This, she could enjoy.



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