Monday, 2 March 2015

Blog Tour & Review ~ GENIE, by Kitty French

Feathers. Lies. Glitter. Secrets. Lust.

Meet Genie Divine, the wise-cracking London show-girl on a hell-bent mission to save her beloved family theatre.

Now meet Abel Kingdom, the australian gym mogul determined to buy it out from underneath her.

On paper they have nothing in common, and when they meet, they have even less.

The only thing they DO have is chemistry.

Undeniable, rip-my-clothes-off-and-do-me-now-against-the-wall chemistry.

He wants her theatre. She wants him dead.

The stage is set for an explosive summer…


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‘I’ve left my keys downstairs,’ she said. ‘There’s a spare in your


He frowned, fishing his keys out of his jeans. ‘I havea key to

your door?’

‘You did, until now,’ she corrected. ‘I’ll have it back, please.’

‘Do you have one for my door?’

Genie sighed. ‘Yes.’

‘Then you can have yours back when I have mine.’

He really was a world class wind-up, and her temper

flared. ‘Stop being a dick and give me my key, Abel.’

He flicked through the keys and identified the one for Genie’s

door, then stepped forward and slid it into the lock.

‘Don’t call me names when I’m helping you out,’ he admonished her silkily.

She half laughed at the absurdity of his statement. ‘You’re not helping me. You’re trying to take everything I have. Believe me, I’ve called you far, far worse in my head. Be glad you only heard dick and liar.

’‘I haven’t lied to you, Beauty,’ he said, after a heartbeat, his hand still on the keys in the door. ‘Not once.’

‘You’re lying to yourself too if you believe that, Abel,’ she said,

her words softened by his term of endearment. ‘I sawyou the first

time you came here. You were turned on watching me onstage.

And again, watching me tonight.’

‘You’re dead wrong,’ he muttered, his eyes nailed to her door.He was close to her, and she could almost feel the anger contained in his taut body.

She wasn’t wrong and she knew it, and she sensed that

this went to the core of him. Reaching out, she placed a hand on his chest and saw him close his eyes in silent resistance.

‘Is it so bad to be turned on by me like this, Abel?’ she said,

feeling his heart beating hard against her palm.

‘Don’t fuck with me, Genie,’ he ground out, pushing her door

open. ‘I mean it.’

It was one of those moments when sense goes out the window

and instinct takes over. Genie tugged at the belt of her robe and

shrugged it off, letting it fall to the floor in one fluid motion,

revealing her body in nothing but the nipple tassels and tiny crystal

g-string she’d left the stage wearing.

‘Is it so bad to want me when I look like this, Abel?’

He turned towards her and dropped his eyes, his palms scrubbing over his jaw as if he didn’t trust his hands if they weren’t occupied.

‘I told you not to fuck with me, Beauty,’ he breathed, almost

agonised, and she saw the exact, dangerous moment that his resolve snapped.

He shoved the keys into his pocket and then his hands were on her waist, lifting her up onto the hallway table, sending the lamp flying as he parted her thighs with his hip to let him in between them. Genie gasped when he tipped her chin back with his hand and dipped his head to her throat, the erotic drag of his hot and open mouth down her skin. The clean, aromatic scent of his hair surrounded her, dark silk falling over his brow as a

low, animalistic growl rattled through his chest.

Genie put her hands on either side of his stubbled jaw and lifted

his head to hers, desperate for his kiss yet still shocked by the

intensity of it when he finally gave it to her. Hard enough to bruise,

designed to punish, profoundly sexy. She gulped down air and

dragged his head down again when he lifted it, his crotch hard in

hers as he clamped her against him with his hand splayed on her

back, his other hand cupping the back of her neck. He held her as a

man holds a woman he adores, and he kissed her as a man kisses a

woman he needs to fuck more than he needs to breathe.

Her hands moved under the bottom of his tee shirt, and he

broke off for the briefest of seconds to drag it over his head before

pulling her into him again, skin to skin. The sensation blindsided

her; the heat and the beauty of him. Tanned deep bronze in the

way that only a man who spends his life out in the sunshine can be,

with a fine trail of dark hair traced on his midriff that she wanted to

follow all the way down into his jeans. His hands move to cover and

cup her breasts, making her moan into his mouth.

‘I warned you not to fuck with me...’ he muttered again, still

angry even as his mouth gentled over her jaw, grazing the skin

beneath her ear, drifted over her collarbones to the swell

of her breasts in his hands, somehow lewder for the scant cover provided by the crystal tassels than if she’d been naked.

‘You’re covered in fucking glitter,’ he spoke against her skin as

he dragged her hips forward to the edge of the table and trailed his

tongue over the top curves of her breasts. ‘You too,’ she whispered,

smoothing her fingers over the gold dust that had transferred itself

onto his shoulders, his cheekbones, his abs.

She drew in a shuddering breath when Abel lowered his head

and licked around the edges of the sequinned tassels.  No man had

ever touched her in costume like this before. Having his mouth slide

around the tassels was just about the sexiest thing she’d ever seen

or felt, and her body screamed for his tongue over her nipples.

‘Take these off,’ he said, tugging lightly on the tasselled ends,

his restless mouth roaming the curves her breasts. ‘Ineed to taste

all of you.’

Genie groaned with frustration, wanting him to see her too.

‘They don’t come off easily.’

Abel grumbled low in his chest, like an animal denied

his dinner.  Genie understood; she wanted him to feast on her just

as much.

‘And this?’ he said, bending to kiss his way down her

stomach and lick along the top edge of the crystal g-string. ‘Is this welded on too?’

She shook her head, although he hadn’t waited for her

reply in any case. He’d already dropped to his haunches, his

fingers splayed on her inner thighs, holding her open. His hands wer

e firm and tanned against the smooth ivory of her skin. He move

d the barely- there barrier of her g-string aside with one finger and studied her, intent and intense, his lips parted just enough for Genie to be able

to feel the warmth of his breath between her legs.

Genie’s heart stopped beating for a few seconds. She’d thought

that she’d wanted him to touch her in the lift, but nowhere near as

much as she wanted him to put his mouth on her now.  And then he

did, slow, warm and sure, the sweep of his eyelashes dark on his

cheek, his earlier restlessness replaced by unhurried sensuousness;

pure gold. Watching him, she smoothed her fingers over his hair, saw each stroke of his tongue a second before the sensation hit her


The first orgasm Abel had given her had been urgent and extreme, driven by the need for speed. Tonight he took his sweet time, paying attention to her reactions, licking her slowly, circling his tongue harder when it made her fingers grab into his hair to rock herself onto his mouth for more. She lost focus when he laughed, low and sexy, then eased his fingers inside

her, drawing her clitoris into his mouth. He had her and he knew it, holding her in his mouth as her muscles jerked and she dug her fingernails into the smooth bulk of his warm, sports-star shoulders.

His breathing was almost as shallow as hers for a few seconds,

and he turned his face to drift barely there kisses a long her inner

thigh before rising to his feet. His cock strained hard against his

jeans, but he caught hold of her hand when she reached down to

release him.

‘Go to bed, Beauty.’

‘Come with me?’ she asked, quiet, wanting him, wanti

ng to give to him as he’d given to her.

Abel shook his head, and Genie could feel him retreating

even though he was as standing as close as he could possibly be.

‘That’s not how this is gonna go.’

Confusion clouded her mind. She couldn’t get the measu

re of him. He wanted sex with her really, really badly. He might not have

said it with words, but his cock couldn’t lie.

‘How is it going to go then, Abel? You get to help yourself to my

body but I don’t get yours?’

‘Don’t pretend you didn’t like it,’ he said. ‘You were the one who

took your clothes off, lady. I took it that you needed servicing.’

‘Needed servicing?’ she said, repeating his dumb insult because

it took her by surprise so much.

‘You heard me right.’ He scooped her forwards off the

table with his warm hands on her ass and set her down on her feet. ‘And now you’ve been serviced, so we can both go and get some sleep.’

Genie hated that the sound that left her lungs sounded like a

strangled cat, but it was all she could manage, to articulate the rage

and frustration and loathing that formed in her chest as Abel

touched his fingers to his brow in mock salute and disappeared into

his apartment without glancing back.

Inside his front door, Abel kicked the nearest chair so hard it flew across the room and made for the shower. Again.

Inside her front door, Genie heard the smash. Half of her wanted to

go and force him to take what he so obviously needed.  The other

half of her wanted to smash something herself, preferably

something heavy over Abel Kingdom’s stupid, beautiful head.

***Copy generously provided in return for an honest review***

  Genie, by Kitty French, follows the story of Genie Devine and gym mogul, Abel Kingdom. 
  Genie is the stunning main attraction of her families theatre. But, this is no broadway, and the only performance Genie is showcasing here, is one of feathers, glitter thongs, and nipple tassels. Genie IS burlesque, a show girl who will do anything to keep the theatre within her family.
  Abel Kingdom is the man determined to pull her life from right under her. He's on a mission to own the Devine theatre, turning it into another piece of his gym empire puzzle. He's mysterious, secretive, and hell bent on ruining any hopes Genie had of ever saving the ailing money pit. Cue angst, lust and a battle of two very strong wills on the ultimate mission to get their own ways, whatever the cost.
  Reading the story of Genie and Abel, It was filled with so many different emotions for me. There were so many points in the story, where I prayed that Genie would just punch Abel, the male chauvinist pig In the balls! I mean, how could you want someone so badly despite their bad treatment of you?! I wanted her to stand up and say "you know what...I can do so much better than this." Despite the many occasions that I almost shock my kindle in the hopes of shaking some sense into Genie, I felt for Abel. He's a mysterious character with a painful past. You get little snippets of this in the beginning of the story. But, it's further on along the way that we learn exactly why Abel is who he is today. 
  Genie and Abel's chemistry is electric in this story. They are molten hot together, yet an invisible magnet seems to be making them polar opposites as opposed to drawing them together. Abel wants her, but is denying himself, and Genie hates to want the man who is here to destroy her life.
  Genie, is an exceptionally well written story by Kitty, and the flow is seamless throughout. I was pulled deep within Genies world, feeling every emotion she goes through, and rooting for her to keep a solid grasp on her families livelihood. Abel grew on me. I despised him at first, then even more so halfway through the story. However, he does ever so slowly becomes human, and I eventually warmed to him. Almost understanding his reasoning behind his treatment of Genie at a few points along the stories journey. 
  In conclusion, I effing loved this story, I enjoyed everything about it, and the ending left me completely satiated. Their love story was different, it was fresh, and I was completely happy with where the story took me. Well done Kitty, another amazing story by your fabulous self <3

⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ 5 Full Star Read

USA Today Bestselling author Kitty French is a total romance

junkie; she loves to read it, watch it, and most of all to write it.

Her sizzling Lucien Knight trilogy topped the amazon erotic charts

on both sides of the Atlantic ~ everyone went crazy for Lucien

Knight, the wise cracking Viking sex god who can melt underwear from ten paces away.

Kitty lives in England with her husband and two young sons, and

she is mildly addicted to fairy lights, wine and stationery.

She also writes romantic comedy for HarperCollins under the

pseudonym Kat French.






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