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Thursday, February 18, 2016

#BookBlitz and #Giveaway: Burning Rivalry (Trevor’s Harem, #2) by @AubreyParker11 @XpressoTours

Burning Rivalry
Aubrey Parker
(Trevor’s Harem, #2)
Publication date: February 16th 2016
Genres: New Adult, Romance
Good girls finish last.
The contest is heating up in every way imaginable.
Bridget still only wants one thing: the money she needs to sort out her life, and the lives of those who depend upon her. And so far, nothing has broken the boundaries of what she’ll do for that money—though that edge keeps pushing further and further each day.
But now, battle lines are being drawn. Kylie versus Bridget, and everyone else falling over themselves to choose a side.
Kylie’s convinced Bridget wants to win, no matter what Bridget tells her to the contrary. And Kylie is determined that the top spot will go to her, and to her alone.
And all the while, Daniel Rice lurks at the edges of the contest—an unforgettable, unforgivable thorn in Bridget’s side, a ghost haunting her steps, a desperate need in her yearning core.
They say the competition can only have one winner. But the way things are going, Bridget isn’t sure there will even be that many.
Choose a side in Inferno Falls’ sexiest adventure yet.
Sequel to:
Welcome to your first official day,he says, crossing his arms. The small motion makes his chest swell enough to press into the fabric of his white shirt. As we explained last night, you are here to participate in a competition with each other. The goal of the competition is to win the favor of your host, Trevor Stone, and eight weeks from now Mr. Stone will choose his wife from among you.
I glance at Jessica. Kylie intercepts my eyes and gives me a level look. Its not angry or confrontational or jaded or vengeful. Its sheer placidity is somehow more daunting than any negativity or hate she could throw my way, but now that Ive had some time to process, I can handle it. She caught me off guard last night, but Ive dealt with bullies and bitches plenty before. Oh yes, I can handle Kylie just fine.
Many of you have taken full advantage of all this situation has to offer. Tony. Richard. Logan. Each other. Our many rooms and play sets.
This time, I catch Roxy’s profile. She’s practically licking her lips. Practically rubbing herself. Gunning her internal engine, ready and all too willing to show Trevor and Daniel she can out-slut the rest of us.
But whats any competition without contests? So thats where we begin today. I should reemphasize: Simply by staying, youll receive a stipend.Daniel looks right at me, surely to remind me I wont be receiving a stipend for several more days. But theres more in his eyes than before, and I cant put my finger on it. Gone is the softness I saw in the limousine. I know Im being jittery and insecure, but Id swear hes back to being angry. Maybe hes had time to reevaluate. Maybe hes decided that if I cant take a few insults without breaking down, Im only worth pity — a word that Kylies already implied is the strongest bond between us. Id argue, but does Daniels out-of-pocket payment to Jenny, for my mother, prove or disprove that? Does it strengthen Kylies accusation or dismiss it?
Its important that you understand,Daniel says, taking a long, panning look at the women standing across from him in a horseshoe. The stipends are yours regardless, for as long as you remain.
I’m sharp enough to read between the lines. Daniel is Trevors right-hand man, and right-hand men handle so many things for their bosses: organizing affairs, hiring, firing, the delivery of news, both good and bad. They chastise when needed, direct when required. And in the case of sexfests like this one, they make things crystal clear to the participants:
You are paid for being here, not for what you do. You are being paid for your participation in a contest, and quite separately you may or may not choose to participate in rampant, primal sexual activity. In no way, shape, or form are you being paid for fucking, because that would be illegal.
Perhaps what you do with your own bodies, and ours — on your own — will weigh in our decision to keep you, but were not saying that at all. 
Wink wink.
Meaning that in theory, we could just hang out and theyd decide to keep us based solely on our personalities or Hula-hoop skills. Officially. Technically speaking. By the rules, as theyre written.
Wink fucking wink.
During your time here, weve arranged contests, challenges, and other situations that will show us what kind of people you are, and whether youre a fit for Trevor. At each round of elimination, we will look at your performance and other factors and decide whom to keep and who should go home. The first elimination will happen in two weeks and will reduce your number from twelve contestants to six. Those who stay receive a fifty thousand-dollar bonus in addition to their daily stipends, the weekly bonuses, and all you received before stepping through the door. The next, at five weeks, takes your group to two finalists, each of whom will receive a half-million dollars.
I’m doing the math in my head. If I could somehow stay, Id never have to worry again. Even Jennys most ridiculous ideas about Linda would become suddenly possible. But of course Ill never make it that far. Daniels only indicated that first elimination at two weeks, so I sort of infer that barring something stupid like last nights near-miss with Kylie, nobody will be kicked out before then. I earned a five-day stipend suspension, but beyond that I should start earning again. I could make a hundred grand here. Its not enough to do much with Linda, so really, selfishly, I could probably keep it. Ill help where I can, of course. But I could also move into a better apartment. Rent that studio Ive been dreaming about, plus the professional mixer and mics that will get me producing for real. Make the move from being voice talent to an entrepreneur who hires it. And then, with the money I earn after that little parlay, who knows what might be possible?
I can make it two weeks. I havent heard anything in the rules about getting kicked out for not sucking every dick that presents itself, so Im thinking I can slip through a loophole and milk this bullshit without getting dirty. How bad could the challenges be? If Daniel is being this careful with what he says about sex being an augment to this experience but not strictly necessary, then Trevors lawyers must be insisting. Even if the challenges are filthy, I can refuse to participate. If they wont pay me as a result, I can threaten to sue. Im sure Ill come out scarred at the end of two weeks regardless, and surely get the axe, but who cares? What I told Jessica was true: I don’t want to marry a billionaire. And really, lets be honest. Im so fucked up already, a short stay in Sodom is hardly going to damage me much further.
Right about now, I suppose youre expecting me to tell you what we have in store for you today. But Im afraid that would ruin all the fun.Daniel smiles. But theres something weird in that smile, and I imagine echoes of every odd little interaction we’ve had. He’s so mysterious. So guarded. Im sure hes trying to imply that its a surprising sex contest ahead, but somehow I doubt it. Its not that he wont tell us because hes being playfully coy. For one reason or another, hes not telling us because we arent allowed to know, like at all, ever.
Daniel walks forward. He moves to the far end of the arc of girls, standing in front of Blair. He touches her shoulder and says, One.
He touches Malory. “Two.”
Ruby, beside Malory, is Oneagain, not three. And I realize: Hes counting us off into two groups, just like in grade school. Ones and twos, all the way down.
Daniel reaches me, and my heart accelerates. I look away, brush the hair from my face. Ive been standing perfectly still, but all of a sudden Im fidgeting like a restless little girl.
He tapped the other girls on the upper arm, but Daniel takes me by the wrist. Fingers tight, his eyes on me. He stays there until I look up and meet his gaze. Im unsure what I see. Its not quite pity or affection or compassion. Its not quite irritation or anger. Its almost blank, as if hes holding something back.
“Two,” he tells me.
The hand squeezes my wrist.
Then hes on to Ivy, whos a One.
Erin, whos a Two, like me.
Roxy is a One. She actually licks her lips at Daniel. Hes off limits, apparently, but thats not stopping her from swinging his vote.
Looking down the line, I watch him touch Kat, next to Kylie, and say, “Two.”
Thank God. Kylie will be a One, so I wont have to be in her group for whatevers next.
But as Daniel touches Kylie, he says, Twoagain.

About the Author
I love to write stories with characters that feel real enough to friend on Facebook, or slap across the face. I write to make you feel, think, and burn with the thrill that can only come from getting lost in the pages. I love to write unforgettable characters who wrestle with life's largest problems. My books may always end with a Happily Ever After, but there will always be drama on the way there.

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