Pimpslapped Promotions: THAT MAN 5 by Nelle L'Amour

Title: That Man 5 (The Wedding Story Part 2)

Genre: New Adult Erotic Romance

Release Date: December 19, 2014

Cover Artist: Arijana Karcic, Cover It! Designs

A life-threatening accident. A dark secret. The wedding planner from Hell. A jealous ex. And the unexpected. Will Blake and his tiger tie the knot—or not? Find out in this gripping, epic conclusion to the bestselling THAT MAN series. Be prepared to laugh, cry, and swoon!

Nelle L’Amour is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author who lives in Los Angeles with her Prince Charming-ish husband, twin teenage princesses, and a bevy of royal pain-in-the-butt pets. A former executive in the entertainment and toy industries with a prestigious Humanitus Award to her credit, she gave up playing with Barbies a long time ago but still enjoys playing with toys with her husband. While she writes in her PJs, she loves to get dressed up and pretend she’s Hollywood royalty.

Her books include the highly rated Seduced by the Park Avenue Billionaire Boxed Set, Undying Love, Gloria’s Secret, Gloria’s Revenge and the That Man trilogy. Gloria’s Forever, a novella, will be published in Spring 2014.

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Jennifer Blake was not a happy camper nor was I. He was driving like a maniac. A Chevy pickup no less. He’d asked Mrs. Cho to have someone pick us up when we landed, but somehow that had gotten lost in translation and instead she’d rented him a pickup truck. As mad as I was at him, I’d do anything to see my metrosexual hero behind the wheel of this vehicle. That man in a pickup truck was like Batman in an RV. “We need to find a Wal-Mart,” he grumbled. “Why?” I gritted. I was still blindfolded and handcuffed, and I had no clue where I was except I knew it wasn’t some romantic island. I waited impatiently for his response. “So, I can buy a chainsaw and saw off your handcuffs.” Gah! The thought of Blake with a chainsaw sent a shiver down my spine. My life could be over. Mr. Born with a Silver Spoon in his Mouth was not exactly what I’d call handy. The only power tools he had any experience with were his tongue, his hands, and his cock. “What about a locksmith?” My voice was urgent. “I’m sure one could make a key to unlock these damn things.” “That’s a good idea, tiger.” “Why don’t you take off my blindfold so I can keep my eyes peeled for one? And where the hell are we anyway?” “That’s not happening. And I’m not telling.” Two minutes later, Blake swerved off the road with a screech. My neck jerked painfully. I think I had whiplash. Horns were blasting at us from all directions. “What the fuck are you doing, Blake? You’re going to get us killed!” “There’s a Wal-Mart straight ahead of us,” he replied brightly. Ten minutes later, Blake was leading me through the bustling mega-store. He had his fingers curled around my neck since holding one of my pinned back, cuffed hands was not an option. I could barely move my fingers. The fucking handcuffs were cutting off my circulation. Oh, was he going to pay for this. Big time!