Blog Tour - Thunder by Willow Summers

by - January 29, 2018

Series: Big D Escort Service

Welcome to Big D Escort Service.

If you need a date, we’ve got you.

If you need wining and dining, we’ve got you.

If you need a night you’ll never forget— buckle-up buttercup, because that’s our specialty.

We’ll give you what you need, as hard as you need it.


All the girls call me Thunder.

As in, they need to feel the Thunder between their thighs.

I’m a legend. My waiting list is a mile long. The ladies crave me, and they’ll pay for the pleasure.

But though I hate to disappoint—everyone knows I leave my clients satisfied—it’s getting old. Money, sex, and rock ’n roll can get stale. Who knew?

I might just finish up, and pull out. I’ll take one more gig, rock her world, and see my way out.

I’ll show one last lucky lady why they call me Thunder.

* * *


That rotten, no good—

My ex-boyfriend of too many years just left me three weeks before the most important wedding of my life.

I wanted to make a statement at that wedding. I’ve changed. I’m no longer the loser who got dumped by the popular boy in high school. Now I’m a successful business woman with clear skin.

But how can I possibly make that sort of statement as a loner?

I can’t, that’s how.

So when my friend suggests hiring a date from the Big D!ck Escort Service, it was hard to laugh it off. And as the days ticked by, it was harder and harder to deny that I needed saving.

No sex, though. I’m not that kinda girl. I’ll just hire the guy for a date, and nothing else.

Just one date without any funny-business. That’s do-able, right?


This is a full length, tongue-in-cheek stand-alone novel intended to make you giggle. Or at least pass the time.

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“He’s heading this way,” Colton said before sipping his water.
“Who? James?” Madison looked up at the front table. The seat was empty. She caught sight of him off to the side, chatting with an older couple. “No, look. The bride is making the rounds on the other side of the room. He’ll probably stick with greeting family and friends.”
“There’s a reason he’s been glancing at you since we sat down. He doesn’t want to ridicule you. He wants to make a connection. He’ll work this way, I guarantee it. He’s probably waiting for me to get a drink. We’re both dry—it would only be logical for me to get up and grab a round now that there’s a break. Everyone else is.”
Confusion stole through her. “He’s been glancing at me?”
Colton’s hand rested on the base of her neck. “You haven’t noticed?”
She thought back, because no, she really hadn’t. It belatedly occurred to her that she’d been completely focused on every touch of Colton’s fingers. Every syllable he uttered. The jokes disguised in his upbeat praise of the food and wine. Conversation felt so easy with him, and silence was even easier. Comfortable. Full of potential. In all that time, she hadn’t thought to look up at James once. She hadn’t been worried, or interested, or self-conscious.
Honestly, she hadn’t thought of him at all. That was a nice surprise.
“He’s putting effort into establishing a connection,” Colton said, his hand applying pressure to her neck, pulling her closer. “I don’t know if he would ever act on it, but he’s certainly trying to put you in a position that gives him an opportunity.”
“With me?” She huffed. “Dream on. I’m sure he still sees that nerd he left crying on the steps of the high school. Tim clearly does.”
“Tim’s an idiot.” Colton’s big fingers touched her chin. She let him turn her face in his direction, his beautiful blue eyes deep and soft. “You have no idea how entrancing you are, do you? You are an incredible catch. No man alive would turn you down. Women are probably terrified of you for that fact, but I doubt they could hate you. Not after meeting you. You’re too sweet to be hated. Too modest to be jealous of. You’re the whole package, Maddie. How can you not see that? Why wasn’t Frank telling you all of this constantly? You should be bored of hearing it by now, not blushing and shaking your head.”
She stopped shaking her head, her heart swelling and a laugh rising up to the surface. “You’re worth every penny.”
Frustration and embarrassment crossed his expression. His eyes flicked upward, and the next moment he was leaning toward her, closing the distance. “I’m going to kiss you, Maddie. Are you ready?”
A jolt of excitement coursed through her. She licked her lips as her stomach spun, nervous and anxious and totally freaking out.
It’s just a kiss. Calm down!
Those lips moved closer, parted just slightly, promising heaven and unicorns and swirly glitter bombs. A hand landed on her knee, and the other wrapped around the back of her neck, guiding her in like a landing zone. It was wise—she was definitely worried about a crash landing.
His soft lips glanced off hers at first, light and teasing. A shock of electricity tore through her. Her sex tightened, her stomach flipped, and her heart started pounding in her ears. Light and teasing was not going to work. She needed deep, hard, and fast. His body smashing into hers. His cock making her scream.
He nibbled her bottom lip before opening her mouth with his and flicking his tongue inside. She moaned and leaned into him, clutching against his chest helplessly, losing herself in the taste of him, sweet and wild. His hand drifted up her thigh. She opened her knees, unable to help it.
Without warning, the kiss took on a life of its own. Deepening. Consuming. His tongue thrust into her mouth, forcing out small moans. The fire of his touch kindled the raw passion she’d always dreamed of finding with someone. She fell into it, losing herself.
Just as suddenly as the kiss had escalated into exciting and oh so hot, he backed off. Pulled away.
Not expecting it, she lost her balance and pitched forward. Her knees dusted the ground and she face-planted into his chest.
“Sorry,” she mumbled into his shirt. His strong hands found her upper arms and basically hoisted her into her seat. “Sorry,” she said again, looking at the wet mark of drool on his pristine shirt. Thankfully she hadn’t reapplied lipstick after dinner. “I’m a klutz.”
His stern face didn’t show any emotion, but the tightness around his eyes suggested a problem.
“Sorry,” she said again, checking her knee. There was a slight rub against the fabric. “This is why I don’t wear pretty dresses.” She dusted it off, as if that would help.





Willow Summers is a USA Today Bestselling author of comic, contemporary, erotic, and suspense romance. When she’s not writing, be wary, because she will probably try to pull you into some shenanigan or other, usually involving wine and heavy doses of chocolate. She lives just south of California wine country with her husband, two children, and out of work treadmill.

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