Blog Tour: SIGNED by Marni Mann


Signed by Marni Mann

Release Date: January 22nd, 2018
Genre: Erotic Romance


A one-night stand with James Ryne, the hottest actress in LA, was a night I’d never forget…
James: I can’t stop thinking about you.
Brett: I didn’t know America’s sweetheart was such a dirty girl.
James: It gets better.
Brett: You’re too young for me.
James: Eighteen’s the age of consent.
Brett: The things I want to do to you right now…
James: Are you ever going to tell me who you really are?
Brett: The best you’ve ever had. That’s all you need to know.
James: When are you coming back to LA?
Brett: Next week—and you’d better not be wearing panties.
Brett: What the hell did I just watch?
James: Oh my God, Brett! It’s going viral!
James: My life is ruined. My career. My reputation.
James: Are you there?
James: Will you let me explain?
James: Brett?
Brett: Forget everything I said before. Forget us.
I tried to forget her…until she walked into my office, begging to get signed.


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My rating: 5 of 5 stars

I loved EVERYTHING about this book!! After finishing Signed, I cannot believe I actually slept on this author. Especially since I loved her Unblocked Collection so freaking much. I’m so glad that I got the chance to read this because with this book, she has officially catapulted herself to my must-read and one-click lists!

James, the hottest actress in Hollywood, has an instant attraction to Brett. He’s the most gorgeous guy she’s ever seen. He belongs on the big screen, but because she doesn’t recognize him, she doesn’t think he’s part of the industry. After a one-night stand, Brett goes home to Miami but they continue to talk via text, phone and video. And then there’s a sex tape leak and no one else can help James the way Brett, the best agent out there, can.

Honestly, the unique blurb gives you the gist so I’ll just highlight all of the things I loved…

♥ I kept forgetting that James was only 18 years old. The author who was mature, mostly level-headed, knew how to give and take direction, and who was full of determination. She had traits that belied her tender years.
♥ Although Brett was the most eligible bachelor in Miami, I loved that he couldn’t get his mind off the young woman he shared an instant connection with and didn’t have eyes for anyone else.
♥ The fireworks that exploded each time these two were in the same room together. Holy. Freaking. Panty-Melting. Goodness!!!!
♥ This story was a pretty light and comfortable read, but it was easy to be taken and fall for the characters. I loved all of them (well, except for the ‘villains’).
♥ Did I mention the sex? I did? Well, it bears mentioning again. It was dirty, filthy, hot and fan-freaking-tastic!!

My only complaint, and it really isn’t a real issue (I did give this 5 stars), but I wanted her ex to suffer. Real bad. I wanted him to grovel for forgiveness. But I guess in the end it didn’t matter because James found real love with someone a million times better and her future success would leave the douche in the dust. So there’s that.


Her body was leaning into mine, shivering from the air-conditioning vent blowing right above her. I pointed the air in the opposite direction, and my other hand went into her hair, pulling her face toward mine.
“A couple of miles,” I hissed against her lips, parting them for me.
The cranberry juice she’d mixed with her vodka tasted so fucking sweet on her tongue. If she gave me any more of it, I was going to shred her dress right here, dip my face between her legs, and lick her cunt.
Fuck, I couldn’t wait to taste that pussy and see if it was as sweet as the juice.
This driver needed to step on it.
I wasn’t a patient man.
As if she sensed that, she pulled back just a little, and I bit into her bottom lip, holding it, tugging it, before I said, “I’m going to fucking devour you.” Finally releasing her, I turned my attention to her neck, smelling, kissing, gnawing the skin that led to her ear.
“Oh my God,” she groaned, and she tried to slide her fingers through the slots between the buttons of my shirt.
She went lower, brushing back and forth across my cock, and that was when I shackled her wrists in my hand.
“Please,” she whined.
“You’re going to get it all fucking night; don’t you worry.”
We pulled into the front of my high-rise and came to a stop, and I opened the back door.
“I’ve got it, sir,” the driver said.
“I’m good,” I replied, sliding James into my arms and carrying her out.
The doorman didn’t greet me by name, a sign that he was new, but held the door open for us, and I took us through the lobby and into the elevator.
James’s tongue traced the outline of my ear as I pressed the button for my floor and settled us against the back wall.
“Make it hurry,” she breathed.
My thoughts were the same.
When we got to my floor, I rushed us down the short hallway and waved my fob over the reader. It clicked as it unlocked, and I brought us into the bedroom, setting James on her feet right by the bed.
I stood in front of her and said, “Turn around.”
I waited until her back faced me, and then I kissed across it while I lowered the zipper at the same time. She turned again when I was done, and she let the dress fall to the floor.
The only thing she wore now was the pair of black heels.
No bra, no panties.
I leaned back to admire her body. She had tits that were no bigger than my palms, nipples that were small and hard, and a bare pussy with the sweetest fucking clit at the top.
“Jesus Christ,” I moaned. She went to take the heels off, and I said, “Hell no. Keep them on.”
I looped my finger into the Windsor knot and pulled it loose. Before I had it off, James fisted both ends of my tie and used them to pull me toward her. The movement caused my lips to slam against hers, and the tie slithered down my chest, followed by the buttons from my shirt that she had torn apart.
She wanted my cock.
She was getting my tongue first.

About Marni:

Best-selling Author Marni Mann knew she was going to be a writer since middle school. While other girls her age were daydreaming about teenage pop stars, Mann was fantasizing about penning her first novel. She crafts sexy, titillating stories that weave together her love of darkness, mystery, passion, and human emotion. A New Englander at heart, she now lives in Sarasota, Florida with her husband and their two dogs who subsequently have been characters in her books. When she’s not nose deep in her laptop working on her next novel, she’s scouring for chocolate, sipping wine, traveling to new locations, and devouring fabulous books.

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