Friday, July 8, 2016

Cleat Catcher by Celia Aaron & Sloane Howell (Book Review)

In association with Ardent Prose PR, Jersey Girl Sizzling Book Reviews is pleased to host the virtual book tour event for Cleat Catcher by authors Celia Aaron & Sloane Howell!

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Book Review

Cleat Catcher by Celia Aaron & Sloane Howell
Book 2: Cleat Chaser Duet Series
Publisher: Independent Self Publishing
Publication Date: Paperback - June 23, 2016 / eBook - June 28, 2016
Format: Paperback - 210 pages 
               Kindle - 988 KB
ISBN: 978-1534887527
Genre: Erotic Romance

Buy The Book:

Buy The Series: Cleat Chaser Duet Series
Book 1: Cleat Chaser
Book 2: Cleat Catcher

Disclaimer: I received a copy of the book from the authors in exchange for my honest review and participation in a virtual book tour event hosted by Ardent Prose PR.

Book Description:

What happens when an unrepentant Cleat Chaser meets the player of her dreams?

Nikki Graves has a history of going through the baseball roster with an eye for talent--the kind of talent that keeps things spicy between the sheets. But, once she meets Braden Bradford, catcher for the Ravens, her talent scout days are done. He's the one.

Braden has never met a woman like Nikki, and he can't get enough of her smart mouth and big heart. But life isn't always as direct and certain as the connection between Braden and Nikki. When family objections and career trajectories begin to crowd the plate, will Braden be able to keep his catch of a lifetime?

Book Excerpt:

“This is so not my color.” I spun in the dressing room mirrors, all three reflecting the pink confection of a dress my mother had picked.
Over the years, the Graves had suffered plenty of hardships—when the good caviar was out of season, when that one maid failed to do proper hospital corners when she made the beds, or even that time when Kerfuffles, Mom’s prized Dandie Dinmont Terrier, destroyed my father’s autographed baseball from the ’56 World Series where Don Larsen threw a perfect game. Each time there was a setback, the Graves rallied in the only way we knew how. We shopped.
I wasn’t into it like Mom, but if buying me new clothes got her off my back about Braden—and finally gave me some breathing room—I was all for it. I couldn’t go back to the apartment, not until I knew what my course of action would be. So, a day of shopping didn’t sound so bad while I mulled things over.
“I think you look lovely in it.” My mother walked around, her critical eye examining it from every angle.
“What will I wear it to? My quinceañera?”
“I’m sure you have plenty of weddings to attend next spring. In this, you’ll outshine the bride.” She smiled.
“Yes, Mom, because my goal is always to ruin the bride’s special day by flouncing around in a sherbet-colored dress and flashing my panties at all the boys, including the groom.” I stepped down from the modeling podium and walked into my separate changing area. I didn’t mention that I had, on plenty of occasions, bagged a groomsman or two at my friends’ weddings, often using similar tactics to what I just described.
Mom gave an over-dramatic sigh. “Stop being difficult, and try on the next dress.”
“This one is the newest from the Valentino line.” The snooty shopping assistant reassured my mother that she was, for certain, buying the most expensive shit in all of Saks. “I wish I could have been at the runway show. It was faboosh, beyond transcendentine, positively luxotic.”
“Those aren’t words,” I muttered and fought the zipper on my mother’s next selection. This one wasn’t so bad. It was a sky blue sheath that fell mid-thigh and had an interesting peasant-top ruffle at the bust line.
I walked out and stood on the podium as the assistant—a man wearing more makeup than I owned—flittered about and crowed about the fit.
Mom took a swig of the complimentary champagne. “Cyrano, she looks like a barmaid.”
I smiled at myself in the mirror. “It’s my favorite one so far. Tit-tastic.” If a dress made it look like I had actual breasts that were bigger than a teacup, then I was sold.
“An excellent choice. The bodice is ahead of its time. I have a feeling peasant will be in three years from now.” Cyrano—if that was actually his name—twirled one side of his too-thick mustache and affected a lisp that screamed “flamer.” But he wasn’t fooling me. I’d seen him checking out my tits and ass while I modeled my dresses. He was straight, but likely knew that pretending to like the dick was the surest way to get commissions in a Saks dressing room.
Let’s test this theory. I smirked and headed back into the changing area. After yanking my zipper halfway down, I called, “My zipper is stuck. Cyrano, a little help?”
He pushed through the white curtain and let it fall behind him. His eyes took in my bare back and bra strap.
“I can’t quite get it.” I smiled at him in the mirror.
“Allow me, mademoiselle.” He gripped the zipper and pulled it down easily. “There we are.”
I let the dress fall to the floor and turned to face him. His gaze froze on my tits, then lowered to the lace over my pussy.
I plucked at the edge of my panties, pulling them away from my hip. Then I looked at him through my lashes. “Do you think I’d have to go without panties in that dress. Did you see a line?”
He licked his lips. “I-I think—” His voice had lowered two octaves in the space of ten seconds.
When I saw his boner at war with the front of his skinny pants, I laughed. “So busted. Quit ogling my pussy, and go entertain my mom.”
“What?” He cleared his throat and raised his voice into a nasal pitch again. “Oh, vaginas are so icky. I would never—”
“Tell it to your boner.” I crossed my arms over my chest and gave his crotch a pointed stare.
He dropped the act. “Look, I make good money this way, okay? When I played it straight, women never took my style advice. Style is my life, and this is the only way I can be around it and make money at it. Please don’t say anything.”
Guilt filtered through me, and I dropped my arms. “I’m not judging. Well, I’m not now, anyway. I was just messing with you.”
He smiled a little. “What gave me away?”
“Your roving eye.”
“I’ve been trying to work on that, but when I see a beautiful woman.” He gestured at me. “I can’t help it sometimes.”
An idea struck me like a wild pitch. “You get the inside scoop on designer clothes and what the customers come in here looking for all the time, right?”
He ran his thumbs up and down his bright pink suspenders. “Yeah. It’s kind of my job.”
“I’ll tell you what—wait, what’s your name?”
I rolled my eyes. “No, your real name.”
His shoulders drooped. “Cyrus.”
“Okay, Cyrus. You agree to let me interview you for my magazine, and I won’t tell everyone what a true pussy-fiend you are. Sound like a deal?”
“Magazine?” He twirled his mustache.
“I work for Style and Substance.”
His eyes lit up, and he grabbed my upper arms. “Are you shitting me?”
I shook my head. “Not even a little shitting. Not so much as a shart.”
“Yes!” He nearly shouted. Then he ran his hands down my arms. “Sorry about that. It’s just, that’s my favorite fashion mag. It’s so down-to-earth but also classy beyond belief.”
His enthusiasm had my mind whirling in all different directions, but first things first.
“Good.” I plucked one of his business cards from the front pocket of his plaid shirt. “I’ll be in touch, Cyrano.”

Book Teaser:

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My Book Review:

What could be more entertaining than an erotic romance tale interwoven within a baseball theme?

In Cleat Catcher, the second book in The Cleat Chaser Duet Series, the author team of Celia Aaron and Sloane Howell once again weaves a thoroughly entertaining erotic romance tale that masterfully interweaves the sport of baseball with hot baseball players, dirty talk, and steamy sex! 

OMG! As a diehard NY Yankees baseball fan, I love to read sports themed romances, so I knew that I had to read the next book in this smoking hot erotic sports romance series, and boy I wasn't left disappointed! 

Told in an alternating first person narrative, the reader is easily drawn into unrepentant ex-cleat chaser Nikki Graves and sexy Ravens catcher Braden Bradford's story. This exciting erotic romance tale has everything that a reader could want: drama, angst, smoking hot baseball players, hilarious banter and smutty dirty talk, sizzling sex scenes, and a swoon worthy fairy tale ending that will leave them wanting more! 

I loved everything about this story: the richly vivid description of the ballpark that easily transports the reader to the sights, sounds, and smells of America's favorite national pastime; the continuation of the series that now focuses on Nikki and Braden's romantic relationship; catching up with the lives of book one main characters Kyrie Kent and pitcher Easton Holliday; the hilarious banter and dirty talk among Easton, Braden, and Easton's sister Kasey; and the drama, angst, and the downright sizzling erotic sex scenes that made me blush but want so much more. 

The reader can't help but get caught up in Nikki and Braden's sizzling relationship, as the unrepentant ex-cleat chaser falls for the sexy catcher and team captain of the Ravens professional baseball team. And just when you think that their relationship couldn't get any better, Nikki and Braden are faced with obstacles that they have to overcome: Nikki's career goals and her parent's objection to her relationship with Braden; and Braden's sub-par stats this season that has the front office thinking about trading or cutting him from the team. The reader will find themselves cheering Nikki and Braden on as they overcome the odds because they are simply meant to be together! 

Cleat Catcher is one hell of story that has a delightfully wicked mixture of raunchy sex, sweet romance, hilarious banter, baseball, and a swoon worthy fairy tale ending, what more could the reader ask for?!

Authors Celia Aaron and Sloane Howell definitely hit the ball out of the park with this series! As a fan of the series who wants more, how about featuring the next story on Easton's hilarious sister Kasey, because that sassy unconventional girl deserves her own story damnit! 

So, if you're in the mood for a deliciously raunchy erotic sports romance tale with a baseball theme, than look no further, Cleat Catcher will provide you with a thoroughly entertaining good time!


About The Authors

Celia Aaron

Celia Aaron is the self-publishing pseudonym of a published romance and erotica author. She loves to write stories with hot heroes and heroines that are twisty and often dark. Thanks for reading.

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Sloane Howell

Sloane Howell lives in the Midwest United States and writes dirty stories. When not reading or writing he enjoys hanging out with his family, watching sports, playing with the dogs, traveling, and engaging his readers on social media. You can almost always catch him on Twitter posting something goofy.

Visit his web page to sign up for his mailing list to get updates on new releases, promos, and giveaways. Thanks for reading.

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