Release Blitz: Porn Star by Laurelin Paige and Sierra Simone
ARC provided by the authors in exchange for an honest review.
You know me. Come on, you know you do. Maybe you pretend you donât. Maybe you clear your browser history religiously. Maybe you pretend to be aghast whenever someone even mentions the word porn in your presence. But the truth is that you do know me. Everybody knows Logan OâToole, world famous porn star. Except then Devi Dare pops into my world, and pretty soon Iâm doing things that arenât like meâlike texting her with flirty banter and creating an entire web porn series just so I can get to star in her bed. Again. And again. With Devi, my entire universe shifts, and the more time I spend with her, the more I realize that Logan OâToole isnât the guy I thought he was. So maybe I'm not the guy you thought I was either. Â
Now, Iâm a big fan of Sierra Simone because her book Priest (though I have read her other books) and I was quite interested with the way Laurelin Paige writes, particularly in First Touch. So, I honestly expected a lot from this book. I mean, these are two authors who can write fiery, passionate, and steamy scenes. Â
I was quite impressed by the way it was written. I was actually thinking this would be the usual erotic story but it's not. Both authors actually managed to incorporate substantive messages in the actual storyline! Even the reference to James Dean and what actually happens in the porn industry were quite on point. I also loved how they handled racism/discrimination when it comes to skin color (though it was not thoroughly discussed).
This book really blew me away. It was not judgmental. The way the porn industry was described was very cerebral. Iâll have to say it was well researched and not just based on what you can usually find on social media. It really gave me a comprehensive insiderâs look on the real state of the porn industry â as well as the issues that might arise from being involved in such a profession.
However, what I really loved about this book is the fact itâs not the usual erotica or contemporary romance. Everything made sense and it was not overdone. And, despite the topic, I had no trouble loving both characters for who they are. Iâm quite sure that whoever reads this book, which is truly a gem, will appreciate it not just for the steamy scenes but also for its noteworthy stand and messages.
I canât say anything else but this: I canât wait to read their next book! :)Â
A's rating: 5 fucking and orgasmic stars!
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I spin around and throw my phone as hard as I can into the pool. It lands with a small splash, sinking like a brushed-aluminum stone straight to the bottom. My momentary satisfaction is eclipsed by immense regret, because I just got that phone a few weeks ago. Fuck it, I can get a new one tomorrow. If thatâs the price I have to pay to keep myself separate from Raven, then so be it. I take a few healthy chugs of the Laphroaig. âI hope youâve got a good warranty,â a cheerful voice says from next to me. Even over the smoky scent of the whisky, I smell her. Cinnamon and sunshine. I inelegantly swallow the Scotch still in my mouth, turning to face the person next to me. âDevi.â She flashes me her sunny grin, and then returns the greeting by playfully bumping her shoulder against my arm. Heat flares across my bicep, emanating from the place where our bare skin touched, and the heat slowly migrates towards my chest, independent of the blood now pumping to my groin. I am suddenly very aware of the fact that Devi and I have never been alone.
Strange, given that weâve given each other orgasms, but Ravenâs Real Playdates was the only time weâve worked together, and there are so many people on a porn set that itâs impossible to feel any sense of alone-ness, even when youâre staring them in the eyes while they suck you off. And even though weâve seen each other at parties and events since then, weâve only ever said hi or how are you or whereâs the drinks? Not exactly the basis for a deep understanding of one another. So I should probably explain why I just chucked a brand new phone into the water, and also maybe not reveal the fact that I have a massive crush on her. I try to muster the casual, flirty guy I was earlier tonight. âDevi, IâŚâÂ
I jack off to you almost every day.
ââŚI, uh, didnât know anyone else was out here. Or I wouldnât have, you know.â I mime throwing the phone. She laughs and then bends down to unfasten her leather heel. âIf itâs in a good case, it might still be okay,â she says. I watch, transfixed, as she kicks off both shoes, shimmies out of her shorts, and then walks to the edge of the pool. Sheâs wearing what legally might qualify as underwear, but only just barely. Have I mentioned Devi Dareâs ass? Because I should. She has one of the best asses known to mankind. Plump and thick and juicy, the kind of ass that invites biting and squeezing, and the way it slopes out from her small waist is pure poetry. And those legsâdespite the obvious muscles in her calves and thighs, they still move as she walks, like her ass does, and thereâs something so healthy about it, so tantalizing about her body with its wide hips and slightly soft stomach and full breasts. Sheâs sexy in such a visceral, biological way, the kind of way that says you want to make babies with me.
My cock lengthens as I watch her, tens of thousands of years of evolution telling me to haul her off and impregnate her. She turns, hands on her hips. âAre you going to join me?â âI was just enjoying the view,â I say, and it comes out a little too raspy, a little too honest, but then I follow it up with a weak grin and then she laughs and jumps into the pool. With a final gulp of whisky, I put the cork in the bottle and then fling myself in after her, clothes, shoes and all. The water is cool and itâs the best kind of contrast to the dry heat of the night and the warmth of the Scotch in my stomach, and the new kind of warmth thatâs agitating in my chest, something frictive and thrilling and pressing up against my anger and my broken heart. Something that started the moment Devi brushed up against my arm. I jumped into the deep end, and so itâs a few beats before my feet press flat against the bottom and I can push myself back up. I break the surface, sputtering, and awkwardly try to swim over to Devi with one hand still clenched around my Scotch bottle. She treads water as steadily and gracefully as a water nymph, her long hair floating around her shoulders and her gold top drifting away from her skin, giving me just the barest glimpse of one nipple, dark rose and peaked into a tight furl. Water droplets cling to the thick fringe of her eyelashes. âYouâre not very good at swimming,â she points out as I make my way closer. âNever liked it much,â I say, swimming past her and moving to where my feet can touch. With a sigh of relief, I set my feet down, examine the Scotch bottle to make sure no pool water leaked in, and then I take a long drink. Iâm on my way to being drunk, but Iâm intent on sealing the deal. What can I say? Iâm a finisher. Devi drifts up next to me, holding something in her hand. It takes me a minute to realize that itâs my phone, the entire reason we spontaneously jumped into the pool in the first place. And somehow, miraculously, the pricey case the Apple Store girl talked me into buying has saved the phone. The screen still glows with my unwritten text message. Somehow, between the pool and the Scotch and Devi Dare with no pants on, Iâve lost the urge to talk to Raven. I take the phone and toss it carelessly onto the concrete and then turn back to Devi. âYou, on the other hand, seem like quite the swimmer,â I say with a smile, offering her the Scotch. She takes it and raises the bottle to her lips. âI was raised in California, you know,â she says and then takes a drink. âWell, so was I. But my parents are Boston transplants, so I guess they never saw swimming as a priority for me.â She hands the bottle back to me. âI think I had floaties before I had a bicycle. My parents are very, uhâŚâ She searches for the right words. âNatural people. They think itâs important to be periodically cleansed of negative energy, and flowing water is one of the best ways to do that. So we went swimming at least once a week.â I can see the faintest blush coloring the apples of her cheeks, as if sheâs embarrassed of what her parents believe. And then I wonder if sheâs embarrassed because she believes it a little too. God, that blush is so sexy. I want to lick it right off her face. And then pin her down and lick her everywhere. She tilts her head to the sky. âYou can see Cassiopeia tonight.â I look up, following her gaze, but I see nothing other than the golden glow hovering above the city and a smattering of faint, twinkling stars. âIs Cassiopeia a constellation?â I venture. She laughs and nods, and then she reaches over and takes my head in her hands. My pulse thrums, that warmth in my chest explodes into flames, and I want her to kiss me kiss me kiss me, but before I can turn my head to her, she trains my face to the sky, facing the right direction this time. âDo you see it?â she asks. Her mouth is close to my neck, and I wonder what it would feel like if she bit me there. âIt looks like a letter M.â She traces the shape of it with her fingers, until finally I see it--an underwhelming handful of tired stars. âYou canât see it this far into the city sometimes,â she continues. âCassiopeia sounds like a porn name,â I say frankly and she laughs again. âPtolemy named it.â I give her a blank look. I got pretty good grades in school, but itâs been more than ten years since graduation, and anything not intimately related to film or the kind of math I need to run my business has been filtered out of my brain. âPtolemy was a Greek astronomer,â she explains, giving me an amused glance. âHe named it after a famous queen in Greek mythology. She was so beautiful and vain and boastful that she brought the wrath of Poseidon down on her kingdom.â Beautiful, vain, boastful. My mind swerves back to Raven, possibly still in this very house, possibly still being screwed with that evil smile on her face. Where is Poseidon when you need him? No. No, I wonât let Raven crowd into my happy, drunk moment with Devi and the Scotch. I speak as much to drive away thoughts of my ex as to comment on Deviâs astronomy knowledge. âYou know a lot about this shit,â I tell her, turning my eyes back to her face completely. And now she really blushes. âI really like astronomy. Stars and galaxies and stuff. It makes life feel so...big...you know?â The thing is, I do know. That big feeling, I mean. I get it every time I watch an amazing film, every time I imagine my own films with just the right setting and just the right cinematography and just the right score. âIâve never met a performer whoâs told me anything like that,â I say. And itâs true. Not once have I been around another adult film star and had them confess a purely impractical fascination. A call toward something that makes them feel like life is magical. She blinks, and the way her long, thick eyelashes brush against her wet cheeks is arresting. âReally?â âReally. Devi Dare, I do believe you are my first.â
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Laurelin Paige is the NY Times and USA Today Bestselling Author of the Fixed Trilogy. She's a sucker for a good romance and gets giddy anytime there's kissing, much to the embarrassment of her three daughters.
Sierra Simone is a USA Today Bestselling former librarian (who spent too much time reading romance novels at the information desk.) She lives with her husband and family in Kansas City.
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