Professional Distance by Silvia Violet: Release Day Reviews and Giveaway

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Professional Distance

Thorne & Dash Book 1

Silvia Violet

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Cover Design: LC Chase

Cover Photo: StockPhoto

Release Date: 11.28.15

Amazon US: http://amzn.to/21m2dWb

Amazon UK: http://amzn.to/1XiMCHu

Amazon CA: http://amzn.to/1Id1TTh

synopsis

Thornwell Shipton is wealthy, uptight, closeted, and an incurable workaholic. A tragic love affair left him terrified of relationships, so he tells himself sex is better scheduled and paid for.

Riley Dashwood is young, easy-going, and comfortable in his own skin. He’s a passionate baker and an aspiring chef, working as an escort to save up for culinary school.

They’re clearly made for each other.

When Thorne hires Dash, it’s lust at first sight. After a few scorching nights together, both men start to wonder if what’s between them is more than physical, but their age gap and resistance to romance make them afraid to change their professional relationship to a personal one. Dash pushes Thorne to admit he wants things he’s denied himself for years. Kinky things. Soft, caring things. Things that force him to open his heart, not just his body. To move forward, one or the other must take a risk and ask for what he really wants.

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guest review

This wasn’t my first time reading Silvia Violet, and it certainly won’t be my last! One thing I’ve come to expect from her writing is hot, well-written scenes, but never to the point of excess. I read books for the storyline, so I’m easily turned off if there’s too much heat and not enough substance.

I knew going in that Dash and Thorne’s story was going to be sex heavy. After all, they did meet because Thorne was looking for a rent boy and Dash showed up at his door. That story would’ve been pretty lame if there hadn’t been copious amounts of steamy sex.

What drew me in was the way Dash kept chipping away at Thorne’s defenses. So many times, seeing one man trying to push another into submission crosses that icky line and it feels like forcing someone to do what they’re adamantly opposed to. Silvia Violet never once crossed that line. Instead, she created a wonderful young man with dominant tendencies and the ability to read his partner like a book. Yes, he wanted to push Thorne out of his comfort zone, but not so much that it was uncomfortable to the reader.

It was refreshing to see the communication between them, at least when they were naked. Dash always made sure Thorne knew there was a way out, even though he was going to push. He talked to Thorne about what he had planned. And Thorne submitted beautifully, even when he did resist.

Thorne and Dash have a complicated relationship. The scenarios which may have annoyed me under different circumstances worked well in Professional Distance. I can’t wait to see what happens with their relationship in the second book. Which, by the way, can’t come out soon enough!

5 pieces of eye candy!!

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deanna review

I can’t say enough good things about this book. I absolutely adored it.

The story of a closeted Thornewell Shipton who due to a tragic loss has buried his grief under an impossible workload and effervescent Riley Dashwood who is working as an escort to put himself through culinary school.

Thorne only allows himself Friday nights to indulge with an escort service. When his usual escort retires he is forced out of his comfort zone by Dash. Dash instantly recognizes that Thorne is only existing, not really living. He makes it his mission to show Thorne what he is missing out on, whether he likes it or not.

Dash and Thorne must each come to terms with their growing feelings and decide if they want to leave the safety of a “professional” relationship.

I loved the chemistry between Dash and Thorne. Dash was able to bring Thorne “back to life” essentially while still being sensitive to the fact that he wasn’t “out of the closet.” The sex scenes were super hot without taking over the whole story. Silvia Violet was able to create a perfect balance of steamy scenes and character build up.

5 pieces of eye candy

 

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excerpt

Thorne’s intercom buzzed. “A Mr. Dash is here to see you. He says he’s expected. Shall I send him up?”

“Yes, Je-Michaels, thank you.” Michaels had only been working as a doorman in Thorne’s building for a few weeks, yet Thorne had lost count of the number of times he’d almost called the man Jeeves. Michaels’ British accent and starched appearance simply begged for it. Years ago he’d loved to watch and re-watch the Masterpiece Theatre version of Wodehouse’s Jeeves and Wooster, with Clint, his—boyfriend was certainly not right, even lover didn’t fit—boss. His boss whom he’d occasionally fucked. Now, he couldn’t remember the last time he’d watched anything but videos of junior consultants’ meetings.

Two crisp knocks at the door signaled that Dash had made the long elevator ride to his penthouse apartment.

Thorne’s pulse sped up. He resented how very much he needed this respite from work, these moments where he actually let go of all his clients’ woes and indulged himself. Yet he kept paying for it, every week that he was in town. He imagined being fucked roughly, hands held down, as Dash whispered dirty words in his ear. By the time Thorne reached the door, he was already hard. Dash damn well better work out; but whether or not Thorne requested him to come back, he was going to get fucked tonight.

He checked the peephole out of habit, although Michaels and the other doormen were quite strict about checking credentials before allowing anyone in the building. The young man standing at Thorne’s door appeared to be in his early twenties, as were most of the service’s employees. He had dirty-blond hair that curled loosely and was longer than he could have worn it if he’d worked in Thorne’s office. His hazel eyes had a mischievous look to them that held promise. His smile, however, wasn’t at all what Thorne was expecting. It was fresh and sunny and it reached his eyes, a true smile, like he was meeting a friend, not conducting illicit business.

Quit trying to read so much into him. This isn’t a business meeting where you have to size up the clients. It’s a fucking hook-up that you paid for.

Thorne opened the door.

“Mr. Shipton?” the boy asked.

Thorne nodded and stepped back so Dash could enter.

“I’m Dash; Sheila told me you were a client of Marc’s.” Dash lifted the strap of the messenger bag he carried over his head and sat the bag against the wall in the entryway.

“That’s right,” Thorne answered. “He suited my needs perfectly.”

“And you think I won’t?”

Fuck. Was he that transparent or was this kid that good? “What I think is that the rapport I had with Marc was hard to find.”

“He’s a switch and a damn good one.” Dash’s look said he knew that from personal experience.

“Correct.”

“So am I.” Dash smiled, and Thorne reacted as if he’d wrapped his hand around Thorne’s dick.

Thorne’s gaze moved down Dash’s body. He was shorter than Marc, who’d matched Thorne’s six feet, maybe five feet nine or five feet ten. His body was lean but not without muscle. If Thorne had to guess, he’d say Dash was a runner. His tight black pants clung to his body, giving the impression he had a rather nice package.

“Shall I make you a drink while we discuss exactly what you’d like tonight?” Dash asked, wandering toward the kitchen.

It took a few seconds for the words to register in Thorne’s brain. Dash was…hot, fucking hot. But there was something else about him, something Thorne couldn’t define, that had Thorne salivating to get him naked and in bed. If Thorne believed in anything as hokey as “auras,” he would’ve said Dash had a powerful one. Thorne pushed the thought away, disgusted. Too much work and too little sex must have fried his brain. He’d been so busy that week he hadn’t even found time to jerk off.

“I don’t need a drink, and I don’t want to talk.”

Dash grinned and propped himself against the bar in the kitchen area, cocking his hip out. The pose was obviously calculated to make Thorne appreciate his slim waist. “That eager, huh?”

“I realize some people hire escorts for companionship. They want to know someone is listening to them. I’m sick of talking: to clients, to employees, to fucking airport desk agents. I don’t need you to pretend to be my friend. I need to be fucked.”

“Sure of that, are you?” Dash asked, walking around the bar and entering the kitchen.

“Yes.”

 

meet the author

Silvia Violet writes erotic romance in a variety of genres including sci fi, paranormal, alternate history, and historical.

She can often be found haunting coffee shops looking for the darkest, strongest cup of coffee she can find. Once equipped with the needed fuel, she can happily sit for hours pounding away at her laptop. Silvia typically leaves home disguised as a suburban stay-at-home-mom, and other coffee shop patrons tend to ask her hilarious questions like “Do you write children’s books?” She loves watching the looks on their faces when they learn what she’s actually up to. When not writing, Silvia enjoys baking sinful chocolate treats, exploring new styles of cooking, and reading children’s books to her wickedly smart offspring.

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