BLOG TOUR AND REVIEW - SPENCER BY KERRY HEAVENS

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@TheSpencerRyan exudes confidence, I mean, have you seen him??? His dark good looks and tattooed muscled perfection are too much. He's hot. Lickably hot. And he has a way with words that leaves me breathless. But cocky doesn't even cover it, this guy is so arrogant you have to fight back. But God he's so lickable! The thing is though, he looks like sex but he'll taste like jackass.
@OMGJazzyP is a sexy, annoying ball of rage in fuck-me heels and she hates me. Although her nipples would tend to disagree. It's a deadly combination. She’s a princess. And when I say princess, I mean intolerable, spoiled brat with a tiara. Sure she's got that curvaceous goddess thing going on, but that mouth of hers... God it needs something in it to shut it up. #GotJustTheThingRightHere
This is not your average British romance. It's a tale of high heels, hot tattooed bad boys and sex oranges, all wrapped up in a coating of chocolate. It's 'love' in a social media world, where not everyone is who they seem and where some people’s bios should carry a warning. #JustSayin


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Spencer Excerpt 1
The sight and smell that greets me is just the same as it was yesterday. Bowls and utensils everywhere; and an incredible smell of chocolate and trays with neat lines of rolled truffles. Except today, I notice it. How did I miss all this crap yesterday, chocolate usually comes above everything! Oh, but yesterday I was on a mission. Drooling, I head around the counter and pick up a ball of chocolate from one of the trays, savouring it as the flavours explode in my mouth. Dark chocolate with some kind of boozy fruit flavour. God, it’s good. And she did this? She’s dangerous. A woman who looks like her, thinks like her, wears those shoes, gives me shit and makes stuff like this, is a danger. If I had a heart, I’d be falling in love. I come to a big bowl of soft looking chocolate goo with a spatula sitting in it. I dip my finger in the gooey goodness and lift it to my mouth. Holy hell! That is fucking amazing. It’s ginger and dark chocolate with some alcohol. Damn. I want to put my face in the bowl. I glance around, then shrug. Lifting the spatula out, with a decent scoop, I lean against the counter and take a good long lick. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” she barks as she comes into the kitchen. “Just having a taste, Princess,” I reply, turning to let her see me take another lick. She storms over, trying to grab the spatula out of my hand. Good luck with that sweetheart, this is me and chocolate. You ain’t getting it back. “You can’t just wander in here whenever you feel like it.” “The door was open.” “Give that back!” she demands, catching hold of it. For a second we both pull at it, but then I see an opportunity and let go. Chocolate splatters her face, neck and chest and stops her dead in her tracks. I choke on a laugh. She looks at me, mouth open, “You did that on purpose!” I shrug. She glances down at the mess on her chest and my eyes follow, locking in on her begging nipples, visible through her dress. She looks embarrassed. “It’s ok, Princess, I know they like me even if you don’t. Happens whenever I’m around.” “It does not!” “Mmmm-ok.” I step closer. She backs off, but I catch her arm and pull her close. “What are you doing?” she gasps. “I don’t waste chocolate,” I reply softly and then lean in and swipe my tongue over her temple. She wriggles, but it’s a weak effort. “Get off me,” she demands. “Hold still, Princess, it's all over you.” I take another lick at her cheek and move down to her neck. “Ok, that’s enough,” she snaps, her breath catching in her throat as I suck in her earlobe. I lick her neck just below her ear even though there’s no chocolate there and the way her head falls slightly back in surrender makes me swallow hard. “It’s never enough,” I murmur. What the fuck? I shake the sappy shit out of my head before I grow a vagina, and pluck the spatula out of her hand, painting a trail down her cleavage. Dropping the spatula on the floor, I grab her by the arse and lift her so that I can lick it all off. She yelps and struggles and I plonk her down on the kitchen counter, leaning forward and feasting on the stripe I painted between her breasts. Her dress is ruined, shame, I quite liked it.


So the old saying goes ‘never judge a book by its cover’

Well I did….once this Hot Likable selfie taking man arrived on my kindle I jumped right 

in and devoured the book within a couple of hours and oh my what a delicious aftertaste 

it left.

This story is one of a kind, set within the world of Twitter us as readers are taking on a 

magical wild ride.

Spencer is a Twitter Whore who spends his free time taking selfies, and tweeting for the 

world to see. He has a very large following of girls who have been with him and girls 

who want to be with him. He is very cocky, arrogant and sure of himself but as the story 

unfolds we get to see him in a completely different light he becomes sensitive and a 

pretty remarkable man who will definitely get you all hot and bothered, have your 

underwear melting and your heart beating hard against your chest.

Jazz is very head strong and career driven but her boss is a little on the touchy feely side.

The only good thing to happen to Jazz during her working day is bumping into the hot 

guy during her lunch break who she later nicknames Mr.McHotstuff, Its not until her best 

friend Mags does a little digging that she learns his name is Spencer, also known as 

@TheSpencerRyan to the twitter world.

Mags and Jazz are in the middle of a conversation on Twitter when Mags that Jazz wont 

approach Spencer without a little push which comes in the form of a single tweet,

MAGS@Magspie1

@OMGJazzyP I wonder if @TheSpencerRyan is #VeryHARDatWork

All Spencer knows is that her profile picture on Twitter is off a pair of ‘Fuck me’ shoes 

and this has him all hot under the collar fantasizing about the person wearing them. 

After Jazz makes a life changing decision she goes to stay with Mags for a break and they 

go out for the night, only to bump into Spencer of all people. He doesn’t make the best 

first impression but what’s even worse is that Jazz knows exactly who he is and can’t 

believe he is the same person as on Twitter.

“Mags, trust me, the Clark Kent glasses were off last night and Superman he aint” 

“Your looking at me like I’m your next meal. I believe I have already wasted one glass 

of pinot telling you to keep your hands to yourself, don’t push me again”

After this turn of events things become a little messy between them both Jazz dosnt come 

clean and tell him she is @OMGJazzyP but continues to tweet with him and be cold and 

abrupt when she sees him. Spencer is his typical arrogant self around her but doesn’t have 

a clue as to what Jazz’s problem is.

Cue a fast paced, funny lol, Smoking Hot, Sexy Read. Kerry definitely hit the nail on the 

head with this story. This may have been the FIRST Book I have read by Kerry but it 

sure won’t be my LAST


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    Kerry Heavens
Terrible wife
Mediocre mother
Appalling housewife
Fashion graduate
Wedding co-ordinator
Sex toy salesperson
Shop manager
Designer
Font collector
Romance addict
Fancier of nice men
Ok, fancier of almost all men
Awesome cupcake baker
Incessant singer
Film buff
Friend
Writer

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