{"id":52979,"date":"2020-06-17T08:30:50","date_gmt":"2020-06-17T12:30:50","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.escapistbookblog.com\/?p=52979"},"modified":"2020-06-16T14:33:34","modified_gmt":"2020-06-16T18:33:34","slug":"excerpt-reveal-thoroughly-whipped-by-tillie-cole","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.escapistbookblog.com\/?p=52979","title":{"rendered":"Excerpt Reveal: Thoroughly Whipped by Tillie Cole"},"content":{"rendered":"<h4 style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>Thoroughly Whipped<\/strong><\/h4>\n<h4 style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>by Tillie Cole<\/strong><\/h4>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<h4 style=\"text-align: center;\"><b>A Romantic Comedy &#8211; Released 9 June 2020<\/b><\/h4>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<h4 style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>Available Now!<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong><a href=\"https:\/\/amzn.to\/2Un8Hrl\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">Amazon<\/a> \u00a0| \u00a0<a href=\"http:\/\/smarturl.it\/WhippedTillieCole\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">iBooks<\/a> \u00a0| \u00a0<a href=\"https:\/\/bit.ly\/2UnqUVB\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">Nook<\/a><\/strong><\/h4>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" decoding=\"async\" data-attachment-id=\"52397\" data-permalink=\"https:\/\/www.escapistbookblog.com\/?attachment_id=52397\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.escapistbookblog.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/05\/Thoroughly-Whipped.jpg?fit=800%2C1200&amp;ssl=1\" data-orig-size=\"800,1200\" data-comments-opened=\"1\" data-image-meta=\"{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;1586436558&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;orientation&quot;:&quot;1&quot;}\" data-image-title=\"Thoroughly Whipped\" data-image-description=\"\" data-image-caption=\"\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.escapistbookblog.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/05\/Thoroughly-Whipped.jpg?fit=150%2C225&amp;ssl=1\" loading=\"lazy\" class=\"size-full wp-image-52397 aligncenter\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.escapistbookblog.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/05\/Thoroughly-Whipped.jpg?resize=640%2C960&#038;ssl=1\" alt=\"\" width=\"640\" height=\"960\" srcset=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.escapistbookblog.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/05\/Thoroughly-Whipped.jpg?w=800&amp;ssl=1 800w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.escapistbookblog.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/05\/Thoroughly-Whipped.jpg?resize=100%2C150&amp;ssl=1 100w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.escapistbookblog.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/05\/Thoroughly-Whipped.jpg?resize=150%2C225&amp;ssl=1 150w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.escapistbookblog.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/05\/Thoroughly-Whipped.jpg?resize=600%2C900&amp;ssl=1 600w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.escapistbookblog.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/05\/Thoroughly-Whipped.jpg?resize=650%2C975&amp;ssl=1 650w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 640px) 100vw, 640px\" \/><\/p>\n<h4 style=\"text-align: center;\"><\/h4>\n<hr \/>\n<h4><strong>Blurb<\/strong><\/h4>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I, Faith Parisi, love my life. I have the best job\u2014resident sex-advice diva for Visage magazine\u2014I have the best friends, and I live in the best city in the world. Things are pretty damn fabulous. That is, until Henry \u201cHarry\u201d Sinclair III comes crashing back into my world like a bad case of herpes.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I hate the way Harry\u2019s lip curls in contempt whenever he sees me. I hate his bright blue eyes and those inexplicably offensive dimples. I hate his stuffy English accent and the stick that\u2019s permanently jammed up his aristocratic ass. More than anything, I hate that he\u2019s now my boss.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">But my professional prospects start to look up when a chance at writing Visage\u2019s big summer feature falls into my lap. Success won\u2019t be easy. I\u2019ll need to let go of all my inhibitions\u2014not that I have that many of those\u2014and jump, stiletto heels first, into a hedonistic new world. An exclusive, secretive world, filled with leather, latex, and Manhattan\u2019s elite.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Pulling this off will take every ounce of daring I have, and every ounce of focus. I can\u2019t afford to get distracted by anything, least of all my new boss, his arrogant mouth, or the way the ice between us seems to be slowly melting away\u2026<\/span><\/p>\n<p><strong>Find\u00a0<em>Thoroughly Whipped\u00a0<\/em>on <a href=\"https:\/\/bit.ly\/2Xfrqp7\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">GOODREADS<\/a><\/strong><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<h4 style=\"text-align: center;\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.escapistbookblog.com\/?p=52822\"><strong>Read our Review<\/strong><\/a><\/h4>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<hr \/>\n<h4><strong>Excerpt<\/strong><\/h4>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cHoly shit,\u201d Novah whispered, leaning into me. \u201cLittle boy blue blood is all grown up!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I rolled my eyes. \u201cYou do realize he\u2019s only a year older than you, right?\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cI\u2019ve only seen him in pictures, Faith. Unlike some, I haven\u2019t been graced with the younger duke\u2019s company before this moment. Let me bask in his mighty presence.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cHe\u2019s not a duke yet. That happens when his old man kicks it and passes down the title. And nobody is <\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">graced<\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\"> with that dick\u2019s presence. He\u2019s arrogant and so rich it\u2019s made him beyond stupid, and he walks with a permanent pole shoved up his ass. <\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Il duko<\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\"> has no redeeming qualities whatsoever,\u201d I snapped and folded my arms across my chest to exaggerate my point.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The object of our musings hovered in the doorway to the conference room. He was conversing with Sally, our editor, and Henry Sinclair II, his father. Or, as his father was better known, King. Apparently, it was quite the amusing nickname among the British elite. Oh, how they must have chortled at the \u201ccheeky\u201d reference to their most famous royals. But to us, his American working-class worker bees, calling himself King Sinclair just made him sound like an entitled douchebag, too full of his own importance.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cWell I, for one, wouldn\u2019t mind delving into those khakis the <\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">duke<\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\"> trainee wears so well and deep fishing for said pole in his pert, tight posterior, if you know what I mean.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I took hold of Novah\u2019s arm and met her eyes with my most serious expression. \u201cIt\u2019s irremovable, Novah. That pole is wedged in deep, like oil-rig deep. You\u2019ll need a fucking crane to hoist it out. A <\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">crane,<\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\"> Novah.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Novah waved her hand in front of her face. \u201cJeez, Faith. Even that image has my thighs clenching.\u201d She whistled low. \u201cI could never be that close to his peach of a tush. I\u2019d end up biting his firm, toned, polo-playing cheek. I know I would. Or at least give it a swift lick. I\u2019m better off keeping my distance so as to not be arrested.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cYou\u2019re sick.\u201d I smirked as she crossed her legs tightly.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cI never claimed otherwise.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cRight, minions!\u201d Sally shouted, standing at the front of the room. The staff grew silent. Our editor clapped her hands with impressive speed. She forced a smile. It wasn\u2019t a good look on her. She appeared constipated whenever she attempted \u201cfriendly.\u201d Or as though she were battling a mild-to-medium case of hemorrhoids.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cToday\u2019s a big day here at Visage.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I held my breath, waiting for more, dread seeping into the very marrow of my bones. My skin itched in irritation seeing Henry \u201cHarry\u201d Sinclair III stepping out from behind his father. <\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">No,<\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\"> I prayed, hands lowering into a death grip on the arms of my chair. I looked up toward the heavens. <\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">God, I know we\u2019re not always on the best of terms. I drink, cuss, and enjoy fornicating far too much for your liking, but please, please, please, do not say he is here for\u2014<\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cAs you may have heard, Mr. King Sinclair is slowly taking a step back from the running of HCS Media Group and focusing solely on his British investments. He is still very much \u2018in charge\u2019 on the global stage, but he has decided to start delegating the US enterprises to his son, Henry Sinclair Junior.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I closed my eyes and felt Novah\u2019s hand grip my thigh at this revelation. \u201cSo today I have the great pleasure to welcome Henry as the new CEO of Visage Magazine and the New York Journal and everything that falls under that impressive umbrella.\u201d The people in the conference room broke out into somewhat enthusiastic applause, and I reluctantly opened my eyes. I\u2019d hoped if I kept them closed, this would somehow turn out to be a bad dream. But as soon as I opened them, my gaze railroaded right into Henry\u2019s or, as I liked to call him, the eternally entitled ball-sack.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Fuck my life. What had we mere mortals done in the world to deserve three of these Henry Sinclair jerks on the planet? His father was an asswipe of the highest order, and I\u2019d heard the grandfather, who\u2019d created the empire, had been the worst kind of human being. His grandson had apparently followed suit. Henry didn\u2019t smile at me. His nostrils flared and his lip curled up. I wasn\u2019t sure if he was silently passing gas or exposing the fact that he disliked me as much as I disliked him.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">King Sinclair nudged his son from his malevolent reverie. Henry pulled his hands from his pockets, nodded curtly, and instantly became the leader I was sure he had been molded to be since birth. \u201cGood morning, I\u2019m Henry Sinclair, but please call me Harry. Only my teachers ever called me Henry.\u201d He smirked a little at that. I blinked slowly in confusion. I had never seen him smile. This was a barely-there smile and, no matter how brief it was, it indicated <\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Harry<\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\"> wasn\u2019t always the dour bastard he appeared to be.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cI know most of you have never met me, but I\u2019ve been living between New York and England for the past few years and am extremely happy to be taking over here at the New York Journal and therefore, of course, Visage.\u201d Visage was the in-house style magazine, which went out every Sunday along with the Journal\u2019s other Sunday offerings. The in-house magazines of such prestigious newspapers had always been considered the ugly stepsisters in the world of newspaper publishing, but I loved it here. Always had\u2026until, I feared, now.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<hr \/>\n<h4><strong>About the Author<\/strong><\/h4>\n<p><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" decoding=\"async\" data-attachment-id=\"8010\" data-permalink=\"https:\/\/www.escapistbookblog.com\/?attachment_id=8010\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.escapistbookblog.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/05\/Tillie-Cole.jpg?fit=480%2C606&amp;ssl=1\" data-orig-size=\"480,606\" data-comments-opened=\"1\" data-image-meta=\"{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;orientation&quot;:&quot;0&quot;}\" data-image-title=\"Tillie Cole\" data-image-description=\"\" data-image-caption=\"\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.escapistbookblog.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/05\/Tillie-Cole.jpg?fit=150%2C189&amp;ssl=1\" loading=\"lazy\" class=\"wp-image-8010 alignleft\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.escapistbookblog.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/05\/Tillie-Cole.jpg?resize=170%2C214&#038;ssl=1\" alt=\"\" width=\"170\" height=\"214\" srcset=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.escapistbookblog.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/05\/Tillie-Cole.jpg?w=480&amp;ssl=1 480w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.escapistbookblog.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/05\/Tillie-Cole.jpg?resize=100%2C126&amp;ssl=1 100w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.escapistbookblog.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/05\/Tillie-Cole.jpg?resize=150%2C189&amp;ssl=1 150w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 170px) 100vw, 170px\" \/>Tillie Cole hails from a small town in the North-East of England. She grew up on a farm with her English mother, Scottish father and older sister and a multitude of rescue animals. As soon as she could, Tillie left her rural roots for the bright lights of the big city.<\/p>\n<p>After graduating from Newcastle University with a BA Hons in Religious Studies, Tillie followed her Professional Rugby player husband around the world for a decade, becoming a teacher in between and thoroughly enjoyed teaching High School students Social Studies before putting pen to paper, and finishing her first novel.<\/p>\n<p>Tillie has now settled in Austin, Texas, where she is finally able to sit down and write, throwing herself into fantasy worlds and the fabulous minds of her characters.<\/p>\n<p>Tillie is both an independent and traditionally published author, and writes many genres including: Contemporary Romance, Dark Romance, Young Adult and New Adult novels.<\/p>\n<p>When she is not writing, Tillie enjoys nothing more than curling up on her couch watching movies, drinking far too much coffee, while convincing herself that she really doesn\u2019t need that extra square of chocolate.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<h4 style=\"text-align: center;\"><a href=\"http:\/\/tilliecole.com\"><b>WEBSITE<\/b><\/a><b>\u00a0 | \u00a0<\/b><a href=\"https:\/\/www.facebook.com\/tilliecoleauthor\"><b>FACEBOOK<\/b><\/a><b>\u00a0 | \u00a0<\/b><a href=\"https:\/\/twitter.com\/tillie_cole\"><b>TWITTER<\/b><\/a><b>\u00a0 | \u00a0<\/b><a href=\"https:\/\/instagram.com\/authortilliecole\"><b>INSTAGRAM<\/b><\/a><b>\u00a0 | \u00a0<\/b><a href=\"https:\/\/www.amazon.com\/Tillie-Cole\/e\/B00COA8WSQ\/ref=sr_tc_2_0?qid=1485686474&amp;sr=8-2-ent\"><b>AMAZON<\/b><\/a><b>\u00a0 | \u00a0<\/b><a href=\"http:\/\/www.goodreads.com\/author\/show\/7074846.Tillie_Cole\"><b>GOODREADS<\/b><\/a><\/h4>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<hr \/>\n<p><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" decoding=\"async\" data-attachment-id=\"12671\" data-permalink=\"https:\/\/www.escapistbookblog.com\/?attachment_id=12671\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.escapistbookblog.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/10\/IMG_0828-e1490882371842.jpg?fit=350%2C66&amp;ssl=1\" data-orig-size=\"350,66\" data-comments-opened=\"1\" data-image-meta=\"{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;1459259983&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;orientation&quot;:&quot;0&quot;}\" data-image-title=\"Ardent Prose Button\" data-image-description=\"\" data-image-caption=\"\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.escapistbookblog.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/10\/IMG_0828-e1490882371842.jpg?fit=150%2C28&amp;ssl=1\" loading=\"lazy\" class=\"size-full wp-image-12671 aligncenter\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.escapistbookblog.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/10\/IMG_0828-e1490882371842.jpg?resize=350%2C66&#038;ssl=1\" alt=\"\" width=\"350\" height=\"66\" \/><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Thoroughly Whipped by Tillie Cole &nbsp; A Romantic Comedy &#8211; Released 9 June 2020 &nbsp; Available Now! 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