EXCERPT & GIVEAWAY: Innocence Series by Alessandra Torre

I don’t know about you but I LOVE when a story continually pushes me outside my comfort zone, and no other series has ever challenged my sexual preconceptions as the very decadent world of divorce lawyer Brad De Luca and law student Julia Campbell. The story of a young woman’s sexual awakening and gradual loss of inhibitions under the very skilful hands of an alpha male who pushes her to the very edges of her sexual limits, this is a series that has been described as “erotica with a plot” and it is an absolute must read. I think I need to give you a little example! How about an excerpt from the last book in the series, End of the Innocence…?


Brad was watching, but not participating. Is this cheating? Is this allowed? Alarm bells rang in my head, but I was unable to listen, a need so great pulsing between my legs, his hand moving slightly as he pulled it away, north along my body, and then back downward. The sheet between us was now soaked, one hand passing aggressively, then softly, then aggressively, down between my legs, the other hand moving back and forth along my breasts, strumming my nipples, my body beginning to arch from his touch. F*ck rules and commitments, anything sane or rational. Brad wasn’t going to open my sexual boundaries, send this madness in, and not expect me to f*cking enjoy it. I moaned, the sound loud and begged, my lips parting, my eyes opening, and I propped myself up, the sheet falling from my breasts, and stared into the masseuse’s eyes.

“I need you to f*ck me. Now.” I gasped the words, my mouth hanging open, the cold air against erect nipples, his hand cupping me, and one finger moved, swiping under the sheet; he slid it inside of me, and my world went dark.

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Innocence – Reading Order and Purchase Links

Blindfolded InnocenceAmazon US | Amazon UK | Amazon CA | Paperback
Diary of Brad De Luca (novella): Amazon US | Amazon UK | Amazon CA | Paperback
Masked InnocenceAmazon US | Amazon UK | Amazon CA | Paperback
End of the InnocenceAmazon US | Amazon UK | Amazon CA | Paperback

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The Author

Alessandra Torre is a new author who focuses on contemporary erotica. Her first book, Blindfolded Innocence, was published in July 2012, and was an Erotica #1 Bestseller for two weeks. Alessandra lives in the Southern United States and is married, with one young child. She enjoys reading, spending time with her family, and playing with her dogs. Her favourite authors include Lisa Gardner, Gillian Flynn, and Jennifer Crusie.

Connect with Alessandra: Website | Facebook | Twitter | Goodreads
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IN THE SPOTLIGHT: Sex, Love, Repeat by Alessandra Torre

If I told you how excited I am about this new release, you wouldn’t believe me! I have been a fan of Alessandra Torre since her debut novel, Blindfolded Innocence, tore my poor brain in half, made me love her and hate her at the same time because it challenged every single preconception I ever had about functional relationships and what I find sexy. She brainwashed me. Alessandra is known for always pushing the boundaries when it comes to her erotic novels, always adding that little ‘something’ into her stories that sets them apart from all the rest and makes you pay attention. Today, I am so very pleased to present to you her latest book, Sex, Love, Repeat, a very sexy (and explicit) excerpt and an awesome giveaway… ♥


I love two men. I screw two men. I am in a relationship with them both, and they are both aware there is another. That is all they need to know, that is all I let them know. They don’t need to know a name; they don’t need to know anything, but that they are not alone in my heart.

They have accepted the situation. Stewart, because his life is too busy for the sort of obligations that are required in a relationship. Paul, because he loves me too much to tell me no. And because my sexual appetite is such that one man has trouble keeping up.

So we exist, two parallel relationships, each running their own course, with no need for intersection or conflict. It works for us, for them, and for me. I don’t expect it to be a long-term situation. I know there is an expiration date on the easy perfection of our lives.

I should have paid more attention, should have looked around and noticed the woman who watched it all. She sat in the background and waited, tried to figure me out. Saw my two relationships, the love between us, and the moment that it all fell apart.

She hates me.

I don’t even know she exists.

She loves them. I love them.

And they love me.

Everything else hangs in the balance.


My men are so different, yet similar in so many ways.

Their eyes, a similar tint of blue, yet Paul’s smiles at me with carefree abandonment and Stewart’s pierces my heart with its dark intensity.

Their bodies. Paul’s naturally muscular, his arms developed from hours of surfboard paddling, his abs ripped from balancing on a board, his thighs and calves strong from jumping, balancing, and kicking through currents. Stewart’s body, attacked like everything else in his life, with fierce devotion, aggression worked out with miles on a treadmill, weight-lifting, sit-ups, pull-ups, and calisthenics.

Their love. Paul loves me with unconditional warmth, his affection public and obvious, his arms pulling me into his warmth, his mouth littering my body with frequent kisses. Stewart loves me with a tiger’s intensity, his need taking my breath away, his confidence in our relationship strong enough to not be bothered by the presence of another man. He stares into my soul as if he owns it, and shows his love with money, sex, and rare moments of time.

Tonight is one of those rare moments. I have his attention, his cell phone is away, and he is staring at me as if I contain everything needed to make his world whole. I step forward, towards his seated form, the dress hugging my form to perfection. He sits up in the chair, spreading his knees and patting his thigh, indicating where he wants me. I sit sideways on his thigh, my eyes held by his, his hand stealing up and running lightly along my bare back. “You are breathtaking.” His voice gruff, he leans forward and places a light kiss on my neck. “And you smell incredible.”

“Thank you. You clean up pretty well yourself.” And he does. In a suit that no doubt costs more than my dress, he looks every bit the successful executive that he is. Short, orderly hair. Clean-shaved chin. Those intense eyes staring out of a strong face. “Is the car here?”

“It’s downstairs. But it can wait.” He runs a hand up my knee, sliding the material of the cocktail dress up.

I wait, my breath becoming shallow, my concentration focused on the path of his fingers, as they travel higher, taking their time, the tickle of rough skin against soft flesh. He leans over, brushing a quick kiss over my lips and then moves lower, soft kisses making the path down the line of my jaw, whisper soft against my neck, and deepening in touch when they reach my collarbone. His hand caresses my thigh, the brush of his thumb moving higher up my thigh until it is just breaths from my sex. I groan, sliding my hips forward, but his hand stops me, gripping my thigh and holding me still. “Not yet. Let me enjoy you for a moment.”

There is the sound of approaching footsteps, and I open my eyes to see a suited man, our driver, round the corner and stop short when we come into view. His eyes drop respectfully and he speaks softly. “Mr. Brand, I’ll be downstairs with the car when you are ready.”

Stewart mutters something unintelligible, the man taking the cue and leaving, the firm pull of the door behind him leaving us alone. Stewart’s hands push apart my legs, moving the fabric of my dress aside and leaving me bare and open to his eyes. He looks down, examining the exposed skin, his mouth curving into a smile. “No panties?” His eyes flick up to mine.

“They’re in my purse. I figured they would be useless until we got to the event.”

“That,” he says softly, his fingers teasing the edge of my lips, circling the edge of my sex in slow, tantalizing brushes, each touch closer but not yet there, “is why I love you. You know me so well.”

His eyes stare at me, dark pools of lust and want. While Paul and I talk, incessantly, often, about anything and everything, important or not, Stewart and I f*ck our way through this relationship, our time often too short for anything more than physical contact. Sex is how we connect, share our feelings, emotions, and love. I stare back into his eyes, my eyelids closing slightly when he slides one confident finger over the knot of my clit, that finger effortlessly sliding down and into me, the small invasion a tease of perfection. “Look at me,” he breathes. “I want to see your eyes.”

I reopen my eyes, my mouth parting as he cups my sex, slipping a second finger in with the first, both of them working together, stimulating me in their movement, his thumb staying firm on my clit, soft pressure that moves slightly with each stroke of his fingers. He watches my eyes, sees the moment that the fire of my need hits them, sees the crescendo and burn of my arousal, adjusting the pace and pressure of his fingers in accordance with my want. I feel the curl of pleasure, growing in my belly, our eyes caught in a web of want, pulled to each other, my eyes barely noticing the sexy pull of his mouth into a smile as my breathing increases and I thrust into his hand. His other hand steals around my waist, sliding up my chest and pulling on the fabric there, tugging my neckline down till a breast is exposed, his hand gripping and tugging on it just hard enough to make me gasp.


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The Author

Alessandra Torre is an author who focuses on contemporary erotica. Her first book, Blindfolded Innocence, was published in July 2012, and was an Erotica #1 Bestseller for two weeks. Alessandra lives on the beach in Florida and is married, with one young child. She enjoys reading, spending time with her family, and playing with her dogs. Her favorite authors include Lisa Gardner, Gillian Flynn, and Jennifer Crusie.

Connect with Alessandra: Website | Facebook | Twitter | Goodreads
The Giveaway

To win one of five signed copies of Sex, Love, Repeat or one of five $25 Amazon gift cards, please enter below. This contest is administered by Alessandra Torre.

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Blindfolded Innocence by Alessandra Torre

blindfoldedinnocence3Brad De Luca is incorrigible. The premier divorce attorney in town, he is a forty-year old walking hunk of sex, bedding half the town, including his own clients. Brad is used to getting whatever, and whomever, he wants, and when the newest intern arrives – Julia Campbell, a pre-law student fresh off a failed engagement – he embraces the challenge. Only, happy in her new independence, the last thing Julia wants, or needs, is an older man who could destroy her job prospects, and possibly her innocence.

Julia is confident in her sexuality, and her effect on men. But she is far out of her league. Before she knows it, Brad is stretching her boundaries and opening up a forbidden world of sensual and sexual exploration.




“What if what we’re looking for is each other?”

Once in a while a book comes along that doesn’t just present a nice little HEA story but pushes me to think, reconsider, dwell on certain topics, and this was definitely the book that did that for me. It made me take stock of all that I believe constitutes a healthy relationship and shone light on a whole other world of possibilities that never even entered my mind. I can’t say I was ‘converted’ into anything, but I enjoyed immensely the mind-stretch and how it fed my forever-voracious curiosity.

Julia is a twenty-one year old college student whose sexual history is both limited as well as bleak. She has had two rather unsatisfying relationships in her life but she realises now that she has never actually been in love. She goes on random dates, loves the chase, the tease and the high she gets from seeing sexual hunger directed at her in a man’s eyes, but she never goes through with the act itself. She likes the control she gets from just being able to set the pace and eventually say no.

“The fire in his eyes does a little and he looked at me with intense yearning. Right there, that is what I want to see.”

Brad is a partner at the law firm where Julia interns and he comes with flashing warning lights attached to his womanizing reputation. They meet and chemistry kicks in. The attraction she feels towards Brad is magnetic, she is drawn to him like she has never been drawn to another man before and she is unable to control the pull.

“It was as if every ounce of extra air left the room in that instant, squeezing all of the space out with it and putting me front and center in his laser beam. Damn. We locked eyes, and neither one of us moved. … I felt his … essence. It scared the crap out of me.”

What initially starts as a sexy little game of cat and mouse, quickly develops into a battle of fundamental views on what constitutes a sexual relationship and what, if any, feelings should be attached to the act itself. While for Julia love and sex go hand-in-hand, Brad believes that requiring love to be attached to sex is a fruitless exercise, often resulting in years of sexual deprivation while in search of the illusive ‘One’. Brad is unapologetic about the lifestyle he leads. He does not want any misplaced expectations from Julia or anyone he sleeps with. He knows what he likes and wants and he shamelessly goes for it.

“I live the life, Julia, the life I chose for myself. The women, the parties, the power, the money. It is everything I always wanted.”

Brad’s views on sex go against everything that Julia has known so far to be true. He opens her mind, makes her reconsider her beliefs, find what she feels comfortable believing in, and he helps her redefine her sexuality to herself. She never loses control, one way or another, every choice she makes, every sexual act she participates in is her own decision. Brad in no way converts her into his lifestyle, he merely opens the door for her to the endless possibilities in front of her, allowing her to pick the one she is most comfortable and sexually satisfied with.

“Society has this hang up with the idea that women are losing a part of themselves every time they f*ck, and it is bullsh*t. So a man can be with twenty different women and have a normal, healthy self-esteem, but a woman sleeps around and she is emotionally destroyed? Women attach feelings to sex because society tells them to. They think that they should feel for a guy before sleeping with them so they manufacture a relationship or emotions and that only screws them up later on.  … The act of sex is healthy, normal, God-given. It’s the emotions and entitlement that everyone attaches to it that is harmful.”

This book explores concepts of monogamy, sexuality, sexual experimentation, and innate dispositions. I never felt that it preached anything one way or another, it presented two conflicting views on everything sexually-related, and it reconciled them for the two given characters, not for the readers themselves. It simply offers another way of perceiving the sexual act, free from emotions and aimed entirely at satisfying the flesh. It also shows that not all relationships fit a given mould, that we are not all the same, that we have different sexual appetites, orientations, outlooks, preferences, and that there is no right or wrong one way or another. Only what is right for the given person.

I can’t say this book knocked my socks off but it definitely tantalised my senses, made me ponder on my own preferences and engaged my little grey cells more than I expected a romantic novel to do on any given day. I wish the characters were a little bit more developed as some of their decisions in the end felt sudden and random, I wish we got to see more facets of their personalities and more layers to who they really are. I only have one small objection about this book and that is one sentence half way through the book – “My inner goddess rolled her eyes at me.”  As much as I love my Fifty Shades of Grey, the “inner goddess” references were the weak link for me. Otherwise, this is a very pleasant, somewhat confronting read about what society tells us relationships should be like and what is ultimately our own view on them. I guess romance does come in all sorts of shades of grey…




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