Review, Excerpt & Giveaway: "The Bachelor's Promise" by Naima Simone (Contemporary Romance)

The Bachelor's Promise by Naima Simone
	Publisher: Entangled Publishing - Indulgence Genre: Contemporary Romance Publication Date: August 29, 2016 Series: The Bachelor Auction (#3) Beauty and the Bachelor (#1) The Millionaire Makeover (#2) (Affiliate links)
Description from Publisher:
Aiden Kent never expected to see Noelle Rana again. He’s determined to keep his distance from the beautiful enigma wrapped in denim and leather. He can’t trust anyone with the last name Rana. But he made a promise to his dying mother, and it isn’t long before Noelle invades his personal space. He can’t stop thinking about the exotic beauty’s alluring curves.He wants the daughter of his enemy, and he’s determined to have her…if only for one night. If Noelle wants to move forward with her life, she must make a deal with the devastatingly gorgeous, broody millionaire Aiden. He made a promise years ago, and she’s come to collect—even if it means facing down the only man who ever broke her heart. And there’s a really good chance he’ll do it again.
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My Musings:
Aiden and Noelle are pseudo step-siblings (parents never married and the two never lived together, though Noelle lived with Aiden's mom) who, for awhile in their youth, got caught up in each other until a devastating sequence of events and a lot of misunderstandings and assumptions made while emotions were flying high tore them apart and made them enemies. Noelle comes to collect on a promise that Aiden made to his mother, which brings them back together and unable to back away. And, by together, I mean picking up right where they left things, with lots and lots of steam. There is also a surprising amount of Twilight fan service (I'm not sure I've heard of many alphas who own the series on DVD, enter into debates on the romance of the characters, or who use part of the soundtrack as their ringtone!). If you're looking for a book with a definite alpha male and a feisty virgin and are a fan of second chance romances, this is your book! Aiden is every bit the fantasy alpha and this book is pure indulgence.
I received a digital ARC from the publisher for an honest, unbiased review. This in no way influenced my review. My opinion is my 100% own.

About Naima Simone
I was born the daughter of a sharecropper…okay, maybe not. But, I am the daughter of a pastor from whom I inherited my love of romance. The man can preach a mean Song of Solomon! (There’s that plug, Daddy! You can pay me later!) Although my first book starred a cucumber named Fred, my first romance came several years later in the seventh grade when I wrote myself as a heroine opposite Ralph Tresvant from New Edition. Through the power of my pen and imagination, Ralph took one look across a crowded stadium, met my dark, mysterious gaze, fell passionately in love and serenaded me in front of millions of fans. Out of all the girls in the world, he chose me! And, of course we lived happily ever after—once we had the inevitable fight, aka black moment, and made up with a passionate declaration of love and fidelity. This same story reincarnated itself many times over the years: with Donnie Wahlberg from New Kids on the Block, Brad Pitt, Denzel Washington, and as recently as last night, Vin Diesel. Though the characters have changed, my love of love has endured. Shaping the lives of the unique men and women who experience the first, hungry bites of lust, the dizzying heights of passion and the tender, healing heat of love— nothing compares to it. Except maybe discovering new material for love scenes with my husband, the head of Research & Development!
Excerpt:
“It’s just a date,” Aiden said. “One a woman paid thousands of dollars for. I can’t say I blame her for being…anxious.” Noelle cocked her head to the side. “Does that make you some kind of gigolo?” He snorted. “She’s paying for a trip, not sex.” “Really?” she drawled, disbelief dripping from every word. “So you don’t plan on fucking her? Is that a sudden moral decision or a physical problem?” Slowly, he turned to face her. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were pushing me.” “Pushing you?” she scoffed. “For what?” “I don’t know. Details about my sex life? Do you want to talk about it?” he challenged. He shifted forward, eliminating the space between them in the already close quarters of the elevator. He leaned over her and planted a hand on the back wall, his arm nearly brushing her ear. “No,” she rasped. “And I don’t care.” He tilted his head. “You sure about that?” “Yes,” she said, but her gaze dropped to his mouth before quickly returning to his eyes. But not quickly enough. Lust licked at him, sent heat surging through him like a torch. And all because of a glimpse at his mouth. A hungry glimpse. A glimpse that, whether she acknowledged it or not, asked him to taste her. And fuck if he didn’t want to give it to her. Her sweet, floral scent drifted to him, and damn if he couldn’t help pressing closer, inhaling more of her into his lungs. “You want the truth?” He waited for her nod, and when it came after a long moment, he placed his mouth next to her ear, letting his lips graze the outer shell. “Sex is a release, a pleasure. I love the sound of it, the scent of it, and damn sure the feel of it. You know what I’m talking about, right, Noelle? The burn of a man pushing inside you, stretching you, filling you until he’s so deep you don’t know whether to beg him to stop or give you more? The sound of bodies sliding over one another, screams of pleasure? Do you like that, Noelle?” He dropped his voice, roughened by the need that had been riding him like a fucking saddle. Leaning back, he gently pinched her chin and lifted her head. He wanted to see her eyes, needed to see them. Needed to read the answer to his question in them. She didn’t reply, but with mere inches separating them, he caught the flash of apprehension in her gaze. If it’d only been nervousness he read in her eyes, he would’ve backed off. But underneath…underneath he spied something else. Curiosity. Desire. There and gone so fast, hidden by the sweep of her lashes, but he’d caught it. Fuck, for both of their sakes, he wished he hadn’t. Because a part of him—the part not ruled by logic or reason—wanted to satisfy that curiosity, that hunger. That part didn’t give a damn that she was the daughter of the man who’d stolen his mother’s spirit and the sister of the man who’d screwed his fiancée behind his back. Didn’t care that not only could he not trust her, he couldn’t trust himself. No, this part only hungered to instill full knowledge in those blue eyes. Witness them widen with revelation….darken with pleasure. Copyright © 2016 by Naima Simone. All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce, distribute, or transmit in any form or by any means. For information regarding subsidiary rights, please contact the Publisher.
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