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'50 Shades of Grey' Author E.L. James Releases Steamy New Book 'The Mister'

If you find yourself starving for an over-the-top romance novel these days, good news!

50 Shades of Grey author E.L. James is releasing a brand new book April 16th called The Mister.

According to the summary I found on Google, The Mister is about a rich playboy [named MAXIM] who is distraught about how much money and responsibility he's recently inherited. Cue Alessia, beautiful girl with a troubled past that he will probably woo via helicopter rides, brooding, and steamy sex.

SeEMs EeRiLy FaMiLiAr, doesn't it?

If you're quivering with excitement, here's an excerpt that I found earlier on BUT WARNING: IT IS NAUGHTY.

She stares at me. An ethereal vision in the muted light, she tentatively raises her hand and traces my lips with her fingertips. I freeze, closing my eyes as her tender touch reverberates through my body.

I daren’t breathe.

I don’t want to frighten her away.

I feel her feather-light touch, everywhere.



And before I can stop myself, I pull her into my embrace and wrap my arms around her. She melts against the length of my body, her warmth leaching into me.

Oh, man, the feel of her.

I slide my fingers under her scarf and gently slip it off her head. Clasping her plait at the base of her neck, I tug lightly, bringing her lips up to mine. “Alessia,” I breathe, and kiss her again, softly, slowly, so as not to frighten her. She stills in my arms, then brings her hands up to clutch my biceps, closing her eyes as she accepts me.

I deepen the kiss, my tongue teasing her lips, and she opens her mouth.


She tastes of warmth and grace and sweet seduction. Her tongue hesitant and faltering against mine. It’s captivating. It’s arousing.

I have to hold myself back. I want nothing more than to bury myself in this girl—but I don’t think she’ll let me. I draw back. “What’s my name?” I murmur against her lips.

“Mister,” she whispers as I run my thumb down her cheek.

“Maxim. Say Maxim.”

“Maxim,” she breathes.

Excerpted from: THE MISTER by E L James. Copyright © 2019 by Erika James Limited.

So....yeah. You buying a copy tomorrow? LOL.

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