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Wednesday, March 5, 2014

Ann Jacobs Launch Party - Giveaway #3 with Tina Donahue

Now we welcome Tina Donahue!

My Appointment with Pleasure series are loosely connected stories about women who know what they want, and the men who’ll risk everything to have them. At the agency, pleasure is the first order of business for the elite clients and their high-priced escorts. There are no restrictions on carnal appetites. Evenings are filled with wicked fantasies and sensual delights where nothing, especially shameless desire, is off limits. 

Claiming Magique, book one, opened the series. Magique is no ordinary call girl, which Hunt soon discovers. After one evening with her, he’s hooked, and he moves heaven and earth to make her his own. 

Losing Control, book two, introduces us to Catherine. At a District party she meets Tim, Hunt’s friend from Claiming Magique. Taken with him, as he is with her, Catherine doesn’t reveal she’s a call girl. She wants Tim to desire her for the woman she really is. Of course, she’s playing with fire by not telling him the truth, but that’s what makes this romance so moving…and hot. 

Illicit Intent, book three, features Guy and Joel, two male escorts for the agency. When Piper’s friend books them for Piper’s birthday…wow. Piper’s never the same. She wants more, more, and still more. Of course, there is one little problem. She works for the FBI and her dad’s a top cop in the District. 

Throughout these stories, the one constant is Ronnie, the agency’s owner. Her blossoming love with Wallace, her chauffeur, has led many fans to ask me to write their story. 

Maybe next time. For now, it’s Tessa and Logan’s turn in Seven Sensuous Days. 

Book Four - Appointment with Pleasure 

At an erotic auction, she’s his to bid on…to take…to command. 

The night’s sultry, filled with carnal promise as Tessa participates in an agency event to raise money for charity. She’s chained and bared—as women were once displayed for a sultan’s harem—her sweet looks and full figure offered to the wealthy and powerful men. 

Among them is Logan. To him, Tessa is so different from his late wife, the seemingly perfect female who cruelly stole his hope and future. Wanting only to forget and have a good time, he wins Tessa, demanding she be his in every way possible, engaging in all wanton acts, though not only for an evening…for seven sensuous days at his secluded Virginia estate. 

A provocative proposal with such a dangerously virile man. 

A week that changes everything, with Tessa’s exquisite vulnerability and Logan’s suddenly unquenchable desire more than either bargained for. 


Those men who hadn’t yet made their selections were quiet. Tessa regarded each.

Some were listening to Ronnie. Others glanced at Tessa’s cloak, no doubt wanting it off.
With a flourish, Brian complied and pulled the thing from her, then lifted her arms above her head, securing her shackled wrists to the column.

Tessa stiffened at being exposed in every way possible. There was no hiding her nudity or expression up here, not with the lights trained on her. They weren’t fully intrusive, just enough illumination to exhibit, making her the brightest spot among all the shadows and the torches’ flickering flames. The toasty breeze skimmed the faint moisture on her cunt and licked her nipples, puckering them even more so that the tips appeared that much longer. Areas Felicity’s makeup had accentuated.

Perspiration prickled Tessa’s neck. Her heart beat out of time, the pose she struck both daunting and oddly arousing. There was absolutely nothing to compare to this…being chained and displayed. A sensation of delicious helplessness. Intense vulnerability.

Especially as no one spoke up.

Oh no.

Embarrassment drove heat to Tessa’s throat and cheeks. The music played on and on. Each second crawled by while her mind raced. Would her part in the auction stop when the piece ended even though no one had offered a price? Would Ronnie call for an intermission then, or would she want to continue with the rest of the event as quickly as—

Someone called out a bid.

Tessa’s heart paused. She hadn’t hear the amount. It didn’t matter. One man, at least, craved her.

Who? She studied the audience. A guy, forty or so, smiled with kindness, rather than lust, no doubt sensing and seeing her uncertainty. She offered her own smile in return, liking his sympathetic manner, wondering if he was the one who’d bid on her.

No. He’d already turned to the server and was now pointing at his drink as though he wanted a new one more than anything else.
So who had made the offer?

Another client kept looking from her to Ronnie. Others took a moment to study the program, see who was coming up next.

That would be Felicity. For her, the men would shout over each other, demanding to be heard, letting the money flow freely.

Another bid rang out.

Completely surprised, Tessa continued to regard the crowd, her attention drawn finally, almost irresistibly, to Logan Kincaid.

She forgot to breathe.

Someone had relit the torch nearest his table. Its bobbing light bathed him in a warm golden glow.

Tessa’s body softened.

Young—thirties or so, just as she’d thought—he wore his dark brown hair longish on the top and sides, combed away from his face. His features were rugged, deliciously masculine, especially his shadow of beard. Tessa had no doubt those short bristles would be rough to the touch, a wonderful contradiction to the silkiness of his lips, his generous mouth. A man’s mouth.
Warmth sluiced through her again, the heat soothing this time. Arousing.

He wore a beige blazer that went well with his tan complexion, his white shirt opened at the collar. Decidedly relaxed. The same as his demeanor. He lowered his drink…whiskey or bourbon…from here it was impossible for her to tell. He glanced at his watch, then surveyed the crowd, not her.

Ronnie took another bid.

With a neutral expression, Logan regarded the man who’d made it.

Tessa didn’t bother to look. She focused on Logan.

Another bid followed the last. As if to determine why, Logan finally glanced at the stage.

Tessa’s pulse pounded. Her legs felt watery.

His attention swept upward from the ridiculous shoes she wore to her naked calves and thighs. He studied her exposed cunt and glittering body jewelry for a moment, then continued to her bared breasts, viewing them briefly before he at last reached her eyes.

There, he stopped, as though he hadn’t meant to. There, he lingered.

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Tina is offering one random commenter any one ebook from her backlist. Just comment below with your email to enter. The winner will be picked and notified via email. 


  1. Thank you for celebrating with Ann and for the cool contest Tina!!

    Bobbie mamaboo7907(at)gmail(dot)com

    1. Hi, Bobbie!! Thanks for leaving a comment. :)

  2. Any idea when you're going to have this up at Good Reads, I want to add it to my ever growing TBR list.


    1. Hi, Shannon - The publisher handles that, and I really don't know how quickly they get things up there. Sorry. But thanks for dropping by!! :)

  3. Oh my! Tina, I'm a few behind--clearly I need to catch up and will have a delicious time doing so!

    fedora at gmail dot com

    1. LOL - know what you mean, Fedora - thanks for dropping by!! :)

  4. Thanks for the chance Tina!

    1. Thanks for coming by and commenting, Jenny!! :)

  5. I love your books Tina! Thanks for the chance to add another to my kindle collection.


    1. I'm so glad you're a fan, Elise-Maria!! Thanks so much for dropping by! :)