#releaseblitz Trashy Foreplay (Trashy Affair Book #1) by Gemma James #4stars #newseries #review #Contemporaryromance @gemmajames80 @ellewoodspr

Posted August 3, 2017 by Dora in 4 Stars, Contemporary Romance, New Release, Our Reviews, Series / 0 Comments

#releaseblitz Trashy Foreplay (Trashy Affair Book #1) by Gemma James #4stars #newseries #review #Contemporaryromance @gemmajames80 @ellewoodsprTrashy Foreplay by Gemma James
Genres: Contemporary Romance

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Never flirt with temptation.
Never lust after what I can’t have.
And never, under any circumstances, screw a married man again.
By the time this story is told, I’ll have failed at all three…
With my heart and reputation in ruins, I can’t afford to make another mistake. Boarding a flight to Seattle is supposed to give me a clean slate, but from the moment Cash Montgomery slides into the seat next to mine, I’m captivated by his steel eyes that see too much. I ache for this stranger in a way I’ve never ached for anyone.
But I didn’t know he was married, and I sure as hell didn’t see the curveball fate had in store. My clean slate in Seattle isn’t so clean after all because my new boss is the man forbidden to me.
And the only man I want.
The only man I’ll do anything for, even if it means breaking the promise I made to myself when I fled my old life in shame.
I wasn’t supposed to fall for a married man, but I did.
NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR: Though the subject matter deals with cheating, there are no innocent parties here. Book 1 in the Trashy Affair series.


Trashy Foreplay by Gemma James is LIVE!
Scandalous. Shameful. TRASHY.




This is Book #1 of the Trashy Affair Series, and I loved it! I know a lot of readers hate books that deal with infidelity but are there ever extenuating circumstances that make it okay? Is it still cheating if your partner has checked out of the marriage and you’re together in name only? Can you really be guilty of cheating if you can’t remember what happened?  Some will argue cheating is cheating. Why don’t you read and decide for yourselves? Somethings aren’t always black and white; some are a whiter shade of pale.

Julia “Jules” Hartley, 22 years old, has lived with her boyfriend, Chris, for 3 years. He was her first and only boyfriend. Was, being the operative word. Seems she got black-out-drunk one night, after a huge fight, and woke up in a hotel room next to her boss, Perry Reynolds. A married man. How Chris found out she doesn’t know but he moved out as soon as he did. Noticing his missing toothbrush in the bathroom pushes her over the edge. She gets no sympathy from her sister, when Jules tells her what happened.

“He’s gone, Brit.”

“Maybe he just needs some time to cool off.”

I shake my head. That’s what I’d told myself until I spotted the toothbrush holder with only one left in it.


Sitting there alone like me.

And I’d known. Chris never took his toothbrush when he “needed space.” He’d disappear for a day or two, but not his toothbrush. That fucker would remain in its rightful place on the bathroom counter next to mine, where it belonged.

Until today.

He’d packed every fucking thing he owned, down to the damn toothbrush.

Yes, it’s pretty obvious it’s over between them. And then Perry showed up at her door and fired her, because it seems his wife found out, too. All of this happened on the same awful day. Her friend Leslie has a band and moved to Seattle a few years ago. Jules thinks this is the right time to visit and start over. She’s decided to follow three simple rules from now on:

“Never flirt with temptation.

Never lust after what I can’t have.

And never, under any circumstances, screw a married man again.”

 So, without a job or boyfriend, she hops on a plane. After a layover in Denver, she’s upgraded to first class, for the rest of the trip to Seattle. She notices her seat mate and…

“It’s the stress. It’s finally making me crack, make in me turn into a total lunatic.

My heart stop. Time suspends. Holy shit. I’m a deer caught in the high beams of a speeding car at midnight.



Cash Montgomery needs to go home, to Seattle, to talk to his wife Monica.  He fell for her at sixteen, she’s the daughter of his father’s best friend, and have been married for several years.  At thirty, he realizes his marriage is falling apart and the only thing keeping them together is their families and business. They have a partnership at MontBlake, he’s the CEO and she’s a chairperson at the company. They construct hotels, among other things. While in Denver, on business, he receives a mysterious text that leaves him feeling he’s been hit by a poleax and needs to fly home immediately to surprise, and confront, Monica. This explains why she’s been so cold lately. So he gets on a plane headed home. When he gets a look at his seatmate he feels electric shocks go through him and…..

“Jesus. Those eyes.

Something about them draws me in, and for a crazy second, I swear I see myself in her gaze.

In my entire life, I’ve never had such a strong reaction to a complete stranger. But as the seconds pass, matching the thudding beats of my heart, I’m paralyzed. The las thing I expected when I boarded this plane was to fall headfirst into another poleaxing moment.

Fuck me.

Consider me poleaxed.”

After arriving in Seattle, they each go their separate ways; sure it was a chance meeting. But fate has other plans for them. Jules applies for a job as the Personal Assistant to the CEO of MontBlake, without realizing that Cash will be her boss. And she finds out he’s married. No, this can’t happen to her, again. Quick, time to remember the three simple rules!

There are more characters in the story including Cash’s twin brother Kaden and Leslie’s bandmates. And a little bit of a mystery. Who sent Cash the mysterious text? Why is Monica acting so strangely? What will the P.I. discover? Unfortunately we won’t find the answers until Book #2 comes out. At least, I hope so!

By: Dora 

About Gemma James

Gemma James is a USA Today and Amazon bestselling author of a blend of genres, from new adult suspense to dark erotic romance. She loves to explore the darker side of human nature in her fiction, and she’s morbidly curious about anything dark and edgy, from deviant sex to serial killers. Readers have described her stories as being “not for the faint of heart.”

She warns you to heed their words! Her playground isn’t full of rainbows and kittens, though she likes both. She lives in Oregon with her husband and their four children–three rambunctious UFC/wrestling-loving boys and one girl who steals everyone’s attention.






I go perfectly still as his arm snakes around me from behind. A warm palm flattens against my stomach, and the tips of his fingers inch beneath the waistband of my jeans. Everything south of that tempting hand flares to life, setting off a deep ache I know only he can fix.

Pulling me against his body, he leans down and whispers into my ear. “Watching him touch you is killing me.”

“Knowing you’re married is killing me.”

He curses under his breath. A hint of his woodsy cologne, along with the sweet aroma of bourbon fills my nostrils.

“Have you been drinking?”

“Maybe a little.” He whirls me around until we’re face-to-face, and my heart flutters in my throat as he tightens his arms around me. “Come upstairs with me.”

His proximity riots through me, the heat of his body sizzling all the way to my fucking toes. We fall into a lazy sway, dancing but not quite, and for a crazy second, I consider following him to the VIP area in the loft. As far as I can tell it’s empty unless a stray couple is hiding in the shadows in the very back. I doubt it though. The club is vibrating with restless energy as everyone crowds the first floor in anticipation of the concert.

“Look at me, Jules.”

His words jolt me to awareness, and I realize I’m staring at his chest. I curl my hands into fists at my sides, too tempted to run my palms down that broad expanse hiding underneath cotton. I bet it’s the softest material on the planet, but I won’t find out because I’m not going there.


Not. Gonna. Do. It.

Because I have zero control right now, and we’re standing in the middle of a busy club with God-knows-who watching. And if I do touch him…I might not stop.

“Jules,” he murmurs. “Bring those gorgeous eyes up here.”

I lift my chin and dive headfirst into the fire of his gaze. His eyes are a smoldering, liquid steel. “Cash…please…”

“Please what?”

“Don’t make me want to give in. You’re married.” My voice cracks on that ugly word.

“My marriage is a sham.”

“Your marriage is your business.” I grip his arms, intending to push him away. But somewhere along the way, my brain gets its wires crossed, and I end up curling my fingers around his biceps. God, he’s built—solid man through and through.

“I disagree,” he says, dipping his head until our mouths linger a hairsbreadth from each other. “Everything about me is very much your business.”


“Because I can’t feel this way about you without it being your business.”




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