Blog Tour ~ Besotted by Georgia LeCarre




In Forty 2 Days we cheered as we learned of Lana’s opportunity for a second chance to put things right with our wounded hero, Blake. We read with joy at the news of baby Sorab’s birth, and with tension in our bodies as the spirited Lana fought and finally overcame the might of Blake’s powerful family to win the heart of the man she adored.

But Lana still needs answers to many burning questions?

The secrets are many and tangled? Will she get the answers she seeks?

Blake finally lays it on the line to Victoria, and declares his true love for Lana, but will that be the end of the matter?

Then there is the re-appearance of Marcus.

Can Lana keep her resolve and overcome all obstacles to claim her man forever?




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This series just keeps getting better. The way that this series starts it seriously keeps me begging for the next one, and trust me I am begging again. I felt myself being sucked into this novel right from the beginning, she definetly knows how to open her story with an amazing start.  The story line is flawlessly written from one book to the next one in line and you dont feel like your missing anything. We fall for Blake and Lana and hope that they get their happy ever after! However, they first have to overcome pain and also secrets that lie underneath a fine thin sheet. Will they both succomb to their feelings or will those that work in a differnt power tear them apart at the last minute.

The author brought other characters to us that brings hope for new books and im looking forward to see what she may do in the future. I love how even though the characters have developed they are still the characters we loved in the first and second novel. The scenes she has created in her will have your reader sizzling in your hands!!!! Another well developed suprise in the next installment of this series and I would highly reccomend it to all the readers put there. It deserves above a five star!


‘What about BDSM?  Are you going to teach me something about that?’

He looks at me over the rim of his glass.  ‘Why?  Are you interested in being a submissive?’

‘I don’t know.  I could be.  What is it?’

‘It’s a game.’

‘I like games.  Start me off and I’ll tell you if I like it.’

He stops smiling, his eyes change, darken.  Very deliberately he pushes his glass of orange juice to the middle of the table, reaches for the carton of milk and holding it right in front of him, slowly tips it sideways until the milk in it pours onto the table.  I watch the puddle grow on the table.  At some point well before the carton is empty he stops pouring.  I lift my eyes from the spill and look at him.  His eyes are expressionless, watchful.  The silence stretches.  I break it.  ‘Well?’

‘Clean it up,’ he says.


‘I don’t need to repeat myself, do I?  It is a punishable offense.’

For a moment I feel confused.  Was this the thing that has everybody hot up the collar?  Do I want to be his little slave?  The answer is obvious and immediate.  I don’t.  Definitely not.  But I’ll let it play a little more and see where this little game goes.  I turn towards the paper towels.

‘Not with the paper towel.’  His voice cracks like a whip.

I turn towards him slowly.   Our eyes clash, a look of impatience about his.  What does he want me to do?  Clean the table with my tongue?  The thought is unsexy, off-putting.  ‘With what, then?’

He leans back and folds his arms across his chest.  ‘With your sex.’

And suddenly I am wet.  The idea is shocking but incredibly, unbelievably erotic.  I hook my thumbs into the scrap of white lace around my hips, push it all the way down and step out of it.

‘Give them to me.’

I bend down to retrieve them and walk towards him.  I look into his eyes as I drop my bunched up knickers into his outstretched hand.  He puts them into his trouser pocket.

I hop onto the table with my legs apart so he can see what I am doing, I bend forward and flattening my thighs, slowly drag my sex across the liquid.  Something flashes in his eyes.  The milk is cold on my warm skin.  When I have swept myself across the spill I stop and look to him.

He nods slowly.  ‘You,’ he says, and there is a touch of admiration in his voice, ‘are an excellent pupil.  You never do more than what you are instructed to do.’

I say nothing.  Just hold myself in that position.

‘Now spread your legs,’ he orders.

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About the Author

Georgia Le Carre lives in England, in an old 19th century romantic cottage surrounded by a magical garden filled with fruit and walnut trees.  When she is not feeding words into her laptop, she is either curled up in bed with a box of chocolates and a good read, or lost in a long walk in the woods. Especially on moonlit nights.  And often with the man of her dreams.

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