Mr. Prescott blog tour by Carlos Dash

Mr. Prescott
Carlos Dash
Publication date: August 20th 2017
Genres: New Adult, Romance

I’m the Mayor of London.
I’ve come to New York purely on business. The usual boring meetings with other politicians.
I don’t expect my time here to be exciting in the slightest.
But who’s that woman I met this morning? No, girl. That would be a more accurate term for her.
She’s only twenty-one years old. A college student. Someone who shouldn’t get mixed up with a guy like me.
But I can’t get her out of my mind. Every single time I close my eyes, I see her face.
How can someone I just met do this to me? That’s the kind of stuff that happens in movies. Not real life.
I know this will be a dangerous risk for me, but I can’t help it. I want her. I need her.
And whatever it may do to my career, I won’t stop until I have her.
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Mr. Prescott is a standalone New Adult Romance novel told entirely from the point of view of the male lead.

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Author Bio:
I’m a guy who likes to cut right to the chase, so here we go: I’m a male author of Romance/Erotica novels that are told entirely from the POV of the male protagonist. If you enjoy happy endings and steamy tales about people falling in love quickly, my stories are for you.

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Excerpt

“Do you know who I am?” I fought the urge to cringe at the line as it left my mouth. I know that I sounded like a total prat. Or as Americans call it: a douchebag.

I promise I had never used that line before. Not once. But it was necessary to do so now. I had to protect the girl’s honor.

“I don’t give two shits who you are,” the manager said. To his credit, he wasn’t backing down.

Okay then. I would have to take things further. Time to reveal to him who exactly he was dealing with. But I knew he wasn’t going to be cooperative with the next step of my plan. I would have to ask the girl for help.

“What’s your name?” I said, looking right at her.

She made eye contact with me. The moment was brief, but it caused her to start blushing. It was subtle, but I could detect the change in skin tone on her cheeks. “Nicole,” she replied in a small voice.

“Beautiful name,” I said, before getting to the point. “Nicole, could you do me a favor?” She looked cowed. As if she expected to me to ask her for a blowjob right there in the middle of the bookstore. “Could you please take out your phone?” Nicole furrowed her brow in confusion, but did as she was told. “Good girl. Now, go on the internet and search for the name Nathan Prescott.”

“What the hell is this?” the manager scoffed as Nicole started typing away. Her thumbs worked at a lightning pace. Her generation is good at that sort of thing.

“Just wait and see,” I replied indifferently. I already knew how this was going to go. He was going to back down. Believe me. And not only that, he would apologize to me and Nicole. Very soon.

“Okay,” Nicole said as she completed the task. “I found what you’re looking for. Nathan Prescott is the youngest mayor in the history of London,” she began to read.

“Now look up a picture of him.” Wait for it. Here it comes. Nicole gasped. She was shocked. That let me know that she found what I wanted her to see. “Now show your boss the picture of the mayor.”

The manager didn’t seem interested, to say the least. He scowled at me as Nicole held her phone underneath his eye-line. Slowly and suspiciously, he finally looked down. His eyes widened in panic. His mouth opened up in a small O shape. 

That smug grin was still on my face. And it wasn’t in any hurry to leave.

“Are you feeling alright?” I asked the man. “You look a little pale.”

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