Book Tour :Stuck-Up Suit by Vi Keeland and Penelope Ward!

by | Apr 14, 2016 | KUWTR

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Graham and Soraya’s highly anticipated romance is finally here in Stuck-Up Suit by Vi Keeland & Penelope Ward!


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It started out like any other morning on the train.

Until I became mesmerized by the guy sitting across the aisle.

He was barking at someone on his phone like he ruled the world.

Who did the stuck-up suit think he was…God?

Actually, he looked like a God. That was about it.

When his stop came, he got up suddenly and left.  So suddenly, he dropped his phone on the way out.

I might have picked it up.

I might have gone through all of his photos and called some of the numbers.

I might have held onto the mystery man’s phone for days—until I finally conjured up the courage to return it.

When I traipsed my ass across town to his fancy company, he refused to see me.

So, I left the phone on the empty desk outside the arrogant jerk’s office.

I might have also left behind a dirty picture on it first though.

I didn’t expect him to text back.

I didn’t expect our exchanges to be hot as hell.

I didn’t expect to fall for him—all before we even met.

The two of us couldn’t have been any more different.

Yet, you know what they say about opposites.

When we finally came face to face, we found out opposites sometimes do more than attract—we consumed each other.

Nothing could have prepared me for the ride he took me on. And I certainly wasn’t prepared for where I’d wind up when the ride was over.

All good things must come to an end, right?

Except our ending was one I didn’t see coming.

REVIEW by Monique
Keeland and Penelope Ward are the dynamic ‘Thelma and Louise’ duo of cocky
bastards and the plucky women who challenge not only their pompous asses, but
their hearts too!
“My life was far from Sex and the City.
It was more like Sex and the Pity.
Or Sex and the Shitty. I guess I wouldn’t
mind playing Carrie to this guy’s Mr. Big for just one day, though.
Or Mr. Big Prick in this case.
Keeland and Penelope Ward’s novel, STUCK-UP
, is a standalone novel although it is the second novel in the Cocky
Bastard series. There was nothing a did not like about this novel, the
characters were hilarious, the romance was off the chart, the plot twisted a
few times, and I had to clench my heart and thighs a few times too!
were no coincidences in life. This journey we took, however fucked up of a turn
it made, was meant to happen for us.”

Venedetta is a sexy curvy Italian assistant to Ida Goldman, an advice columnist
– Dear Ida. While on the train one morning on her commute to work, Soraya
notices a rich upper class prick in a designer suit that seems to be out his
element boisterous barking orders to someone on the phone as if he was so much
better than everyone was.
“People like him fascinated me. They
felt that they owned the world just because they’d been blessed by genetics or
handed opportunities that put them in a higher financial bracket.”
Soraya arrives at her stop, she notices the arrogant ass has dropped his
cellphone. She immediately picks it up with the intent in returning, but not
until she does a little snooping first. Soraya finds a few pictures and finds
out the hot Mr. Prick really is Graham Morgan.
is a young rich executive whom founded Morgan Financial Holdings only eight
years ago and quickly became the most prestigious investment firm in New York. Graham
knows he is an asshole, but he refuses ever be wounded again so he has built a
fort around his heart incasing the cracks and demons of his past.
“If being an asshole were an art
form, then I’d mastered it. The more successful I became, the easier it was.”
a few days of messing with his life, she decides to return his phone. When she
arrives at his office to return his phone, she personally finds out how big of
an asshole he really is so she decides to leave him a memorable departing gift.
Utterly shocked that someone walked in at his place of business, demanded to
speak to him, and told him what she thought of him in front of his staff over
an intercom left him completely – bewitched!
their story begins, because neither one them can trust the other though they
cannot deny what they feel so the texting begins…
“I want to see you. I need to
know what you look like.” God, I need to touch you. “I don’t think we’re right
for each other. I’m not your type.” Raising my brow. I asked. “And what exactly
is my type?” I don’t know…a snobby, rich bitch? Someone who compliments a
stuck-up suit such as yourself.”

When the texting is not enough to get the attention of Soraya, Graham has no
other choice but only hope she answers the ‘Dear Ida’ advice column in the

“Dear Ida,
There’s this woman I can’t seem to get out of my mind. She
texted me pictures of her tits, legs, and ass, but won’t let me see her in
person. The only reason I can think of is that she’s really ugly and afraid to
show me her face. How can I get her to agree to see me and to understand that
not all men are as shallow as she seems to think? –Stuck-Up Suit, Manhattan”
“Dear Stuck-Up Suit,
It’s quite possible you are drawing the wrong conclusion. There
is no evidence to suggest that this woman is ugly. Perhaps, she is just not
that into you. You may also want to look in the mirror and consider the fact
that an ugly personality is a far greater deterrent than an ugly face ever
could be.”
Be prepared to fall in love with Soraya and Graham
with their flirtatious and comical banter, off the chart sexual chemistry,
heart clenching moments, and let us hope these two opposites have enough love
to find their HEA – ‘one-click’ today! 

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Outside of the restaurant, Graham’s black car was already curbside.  He must have had it waiting and called the driver when I went to the restroom.
“If you’re not going to come home with me, I insist on at least giving you a ride home to your place.”
“The subway is right around the corner.  I’m good.”
He shot me an annoyed glance.  “Give a little, Soraya.  It’s a ride home, not a ride on my cock.  And I think you know by now that I’m not a serial killer.”
“You’re so crass.”
He put his hand on the small of my back and steered me to the waiting open car door.  I didn’t put up a fight.  Graham was right, I was being stubborn while he had pretty much agreed to anything I demanded.  Something told me it was a rare occasion when the man was this flexible.  
When we arrived at my apartment, Graham walked me to the door.  
“When will I see you again?”
“Well, tomorrow is Saturday, so I suppose maybe Monday on the train.”
“Have dinner with me again tomorrow?”
“I have plans.”
His jaw flexed.  “With whom?”
We embarked into a lengthy stare off.  His gaze was hard.  When neither of us gave for a few minutes, he grumbled Christ under his breath, and before I realized what was happening, my back was against the door, and his mouth was on mine.
He kissed me as if he wanted to eat me alive.  Before releasing my mouth, he took my lower lip between his teeth and tugged.  Hard.  With his lips vibrating up against mine, he spoke.  “Don’t push me to my limit, Soraya.”
“Why?  What will happen?”
“I’ll push back.  And I’m trying not to do that with you.”
He was being honest, and I realized I should appreciate that.  “To my sister’s house.  It’s my niece’s birthday party.  That’s where I’m going tomorrow night.
He nodded.  “Thank you.”
It took every bit of my willpower to go inside and shut the door behind me.  I leaned my back against the door, unable to remember the last time I was so hot and bothered.  Maybe not ever.  His mouth was sinful; the thought of what he could do with that wicked tongue other places on my body kept me in a state of arousal that bordered on frenzied.  But it was more than that.  The way he was so dominating and controlling, yet exercised restraint to respect my wishes, was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen.  The man stimulated something that had been sleeping inside of me.  I needed a glass of wine and an orgasm.  Not necessarily in that order.  If I was going be firm on my stance that we get to know each other and not have sex, then taking things into my own hands was absolutely essential.
In my bedroom, I stripped out of my clothes.  I didn’t sleep naked every night, but tonight was definitely a bare evening.  As I slipped into bed, my cell rang.  
“Is phone sex on the table?”  Graham’s voice was a needy rasp.  Whatever cooling off my body had done since I left him on the other side of the door was instantly reheated.  His voice could definitely speed things up for me.  But…
“Sex is off the table.  That should probably include all types of sex.  Intercourse, oral, phone.”
He groaned.  “Oral.  God, I want to taste you.  And feel that metal tongue ring on my cock.  You have no idea how difficult it was to control myself tonight every time I caught a glimpse of that metal when you spoke.  It’s like you’re taunting me with every word.  What are you wearing, Soraya?”
That voice.  I needed to record him saying What are you wearing, Soraya?  So I could play it over and over again in a loop when I needed to satisfy my own needs.  “I’m actually not wearing anything.  I just got undressed and slipped into bed.”
“You sleep naked?”
He actually growled.  “Touch yourself.”
“I plan to.  But I think I’m going to need both hands tonight.  So I’m going to hang up first.”
“How long do you plan on driving me crazy, Soraya?”
“Good night, Graham.”  I hung up without waiting for him to respond.  Even though my body physically ached for the man, I wasn’t ready to open that door with him just yet.  Although as I glided my hand down my body alone in my bed, the only thing I could think of was God, I wish it was his hand.



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Meet Penelope Ward

Penelope Ward is a New York Times, USA Today and #1 Wall Street Journal bestselling author. Penelope lives for reading books in the new adult/contemporary romance genre, coffee and hanging out with her friends and family on weekends. She is the proud mother of a beautiful 11-year-old girl with autism (the inspiration for the character Callie in Gemini) and a 9-year-old boy, both of whom are the lights of her life. Penelope, her husband and kids reside in Rhode Island. She is the author of RoomHate, which hit #2 on the New York Times Bestseller list and #1 on the Wall Street Journal Bestseller list. Her novel, Stepbrother Dearest, also spent four consecutive weeks on the New York Times Bestseller list. Other works include the New York Times bestseller Cocky Bastard (co-written with Vi Keeland), Sins of Sevin, My Skylar, Jake Undone, Jake Understood and Gemini.

Other books from Penelope Ward

Sins of Sevin

Stepbrother Dearest

Jake Undone (Jake #1)
My Skylar
Jake Understood (Jake #2)

Meet Vi Keeland
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Vi Keeland is a native New Yorker with three children that occupy most of her free time, which she complains about often, but wouldn’t change for the world. She is an attorney and a New York Times, Wall Street Journal, & USA Today Bestselling author. Over the last three years, ten of her titles have appeared on the USA Today Bestseller lists and three on the New York Times Bestseller lists.

Additional Books by Vi Keeland

Life on Stage series (2 standalone books)

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MMA Fighter series (3 standalone books)
Worth the Fight (MMA Fighter Series, Book One)
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Worth The Chance (MMA Fighter Series, Book Two)

Worth Forgiving (MMA Fighter Series, Book Three)

The Cole Series (2 book serial)

Belong to You (Cole Series, Book One)
Made for You (Cole Series, Book Two)
Standalone novels
The Baller

Left Behind (A Young Adult Novel)

First Thing I See
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