Monday, 29 June 2015

NEW RELEASE!! Breaking Stars (Celebrity #2) by J. Sterling 

An actress since she was fourteen years old, Paige Lockwood finds herself craving a little normalcy after a scandal rocks her otherwise predictable world. With everyone in her life attempting to control her, she takes matters into her own hands and leaves town without so much as a plan or a destination.

But the destination finds her as car trouble forces Paige to settle down in a small Southern town as she waits for repairs. There she meets the handsome, albeit standoffish, Tatum Montgomery, and both of their lives are forever altered as they learn that sometimes when you aren't looking for love, it finds you anyway.

But the real question is: Can you hold on to it when you're from two completely different worlds?

Sunday, 28 June 2015

Sneak Peek of Priest by Sierra Simone. OUT 29 June

"God made us as sexual creatures, Poppy,” I said, wishing my words sounded more soothing than they did.  With my choked voice and barely controlled breathing, they came out sounding like a dark threat.  A dark, imminent threat. 

“Then He made me too sexual,” she whispered.  “Even now, I—”

But she stopped.

“Even now, what?” And I was using that voice again, and there was no mistaking the danger now.

I could hear her shifting in her seat.  “I should go,” she said.  I heard her reaching for her purse and then the door handle clicking open, but I was out of the booth and over to her side in an instant, standing there as her door swung open.  I braced my hands on either side of the door (what in the actual fuck was I doing?) blocking her escape because I had to know, I had to know what she was going to say, and if I didn’t, I would go crazy.

She looked up at me looming over her, her hazel eyes growing wide.  “Oh,” she breathed.  We stared at each other for a moment.

It could have ended right there.  It would have, even with her red lipstick and her bright eyes and her nipples in tight little points under the thin silk blouse she wore.  Even with my wide shoulders blocking the door to the booth, even with the surge of power and satisfaction and lust that came from positioning my body against a woman’s in this primal, dominating way.

It would have, I swear.

But then she bit her lip, those slightly-too-big teeth digging into her full lower lip, all pure white digging into the sharpest, bloodiest red imaginable, and then she rubbed her thighs together, a tiny noise coming from somewhere in the back of her throat.

I stopped seeing a penitent.

I stopped seeing a child of God.

I stopped seeing a lost lamb in need of a shepherd.

I saw only a woman in need—ripe, delicious need.

I stepped back, drawing a deep breath, some valiant part of my conscience trying to flicker back online, and she took a tentative step out of the booth, her eyes still pinned to mine.  I let her walk past me, but it wasn’t because I wanted her to leave or because I wanted this temptation to end.  No, it was more like I was giving her one last chance to escape, and if she didn’t then Jesus help her, because I had to touch her, I had to taste her and it had to be right the fuck now.

She backed up a few paces until she bumped against the baby grand piano set below the choir platform.  She still didn’t speak, but she didn’t have to, because I could read every tremble of hers, every breath, every goose bump.  Her teeth still bit her bottom lip and I wanted to bite that lip, bite it so hard that she would squeal.

I advanced on her, and she watched every step of mine with a hunger that was beyond palpable, it was oppressive, it was ferocious. 

“Turn around,” I ordered her, and fuck if she didn’t comply right away, turning and bracing her hands against the edge of the black wood.  She was still rubbing her thighs together when I reached the piano and stood directly behind her.  I ran my index finger from her hand to her shoulder, feeling every pebbled inch of skin on her arm.  “Now what were you going to say in the booth?” I asked her in a low voice.  “And remember that lying is a sin.”

She shivered.  “I can’t say it.  Not here.  Not to you.”

My hand reached her shoulder.  She’d worn her hair up in a loose twist, exposing the ivory nape of her neck, and I caressed it now, wanting to devour every shudder, every hitched breath.  And then I placed the flat of my palm in the space between her shoulder blades and pushed her down against the piano, so that she was bent over, the side of her face pressed against the glossy wood.  She was so petite that she had to stand on tiptoe, her leather ballet flats tugging free of her heels, her calf muscles bunching into tight balls.

She’d worn a high-waisted pencil skirt and once she was bent over, the slit rose high enough to expose a narrow glimpse of pink flesh. 

“Poppy,” I said dangerously, “did you come here without underwear?”

My hand was still on her back, my fingers resting against her neck, and I could feel her nod.

“Was that on purpose?”

A pause.  Then another nod.

The crack resounded through the sanctuary, and she jumped at the feeling of my hand smacking her ass.  Then she moaned and pushed her ass up farther.

I didn’t spank her again, although Lord knows I wanted to.  Instead I ran my hand from her shoulder to her hip, feeling the curve of her breast where it was pressed against the piano, the dip of her waist, the firm swell of her ass.  And then I repeated the action with both hands this time, letting my hands drift down to the hem of her skirt.  She drew in a breath, and then I abruptly yanked it up to her waist.

I knelt down behind her and spread her legs, spread them so that her cunt was gloriously bared to me.  “My little lamb,” I whispered.  “You are so very, very wet right now.”

She was, wetness slicking almost every part of her.  Her pussy wasn’t just wet either—it was fucking quivering, pink and soft and quivering right in front of my face.

I grabbed her ass in my hands and dug my fingers in, leaning forward so that my breath tickled her sensitive flesh.

She whimpered.

“This is so wrong,” I said, moving my mouth even closer.  I could smell her, and she smelled like heaven, like soap and skin and the delicate female scent that every man hungered for.  “But just one taste,” I murmured, talking more to myself than to her now.  “God wouldn’t punish me for just one taste.”

Wednesday, 17 June 2015

SURPRISE COVER & SYNOPSIS REVEAL!! REAP (Scarred Souls #2) by Tillie Cole

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REAP (Scarred Souls #2) by Tillie Cole
 RELEASE DATE
November 10th 2015

 SYNOPSIS
Raised as a prototype for the Georgian Bratva's obedience drug, 221 fails to think, act or live for himself; his master's perfectly-crafted killing puppet. Standing at six foot six, weighing two-hundred and fifty pounds, and unrivaled in to-the-death combat, 221 successfully secures business for the Georgian Mafiya Boss of NYC, in the dark world of the criminal underground.
Until his enemies capture him.
Talia Tolstaia dreams to break from the heavy clutches of Bratva life. She dreams of another life—away from the stifling leash of her Russian Bratva Boss father and from the brutality of her work at The Dungeon—her criminal family's underground death match enterprise. But when she stumbles upon her family's captive, who is more monster than man, she starts to see the man underneath. A powerful, beautiful, damaged man whose heart calls to hers.
But sacrifices must be made—blood for blood... life for life... Souls for scarred souls...

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RAZE (Scarred Souls #1) by Tillie Cole
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BOOK BLITZ!! Beautiful Lessons by Rebecca Brooke & S. Moose




Title: Beautiful Lessons
Author: Rebecca Brooke & S. Moose
 Release Date: March 1, 2015



Blurb

For Jayceon Ashworth, he's lucky to make it through the day without the torment and aggravation. Pushing aside the taunting, he focuses on football and art until Seona Fisher crashes into his life.

Seona Fisher gets a second chance. Moving to College Station, Texas to be with her brother, Travis, is something she needs to escape the demons of her past. Starting over is never easy. Letting go of old habits is hard, but seeing his green eyes changes her world.

A friendship turns into them both wanting one another, and neither of them able to fight their feelings. But when the demons of darkness come back, Seona has to find her way through and back into Jayceon's arms.









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Excerpt

There is nothing I can do to control the roll of my eyes. “Does that mean I don’t have to take you to the college today?”

“Oh no. My brother told me to talk to you about a ride. You may not like it, but you’re taking me anyway.”

There’s no time to respond, when she storms to the front of the room to take her seat with her friends.

Throughout class, my leg bounces and I clench my fists in complete irritation. Who the hell does this girl think she is? She’s got balls of steel, that’s for sure. Watching the clock, I don’t hear a word the teacher says as I wait for my opportunity. It moves slower than I thought possible, but finally the bell rings. I gather my stuff as quickly as I can and walk to the front of the room, where she is still packing up her stuff.
Stopping next to her desk, I return the favor and place my hand on top of her book so she can’t put it away. “Find your own ride.”




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S.Moose is a New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author, living in Webster, NY with her family, friends, and shorkie, Charlie.

A 2011 St. John Fisher graduate, S.Moose loves to read and write. She enjoys getting lost in the fictional world and creating a place where readers can fall in love and swoon over the cute boys she brings to life. When she isn't in her room in front of her computer or a book, she is with her family and friends being silly and enjoying life. She's romantic at heart and loves anything with a happily ever after.

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Rebecca Brooke

Rebecca Brooke grew up in the shore towns of South Jersey. Writing has always been a love for her, as well as reading. She loves to hit the beach, but always with her kindle on hand. She is married to the most wonderful man, who puts up with all of her craziness. Together they have two beautiful children who keep her on her toes. Rebecca is the author of the Forgiven Series as well as the military romance Letters Home.


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RELEASE BOOST + GIVEAWAY!! In Your Heart by Micalea Smeltzer




Title: In Your Heart
Series: Willow Creek #3
Author: Micalea Smeltzer
 Release Date: June 16, 2015



Blurb


I thought I had found love. 
I thought I had found my forever. 
I’d never been more wrong in all my life.  

Sadie Westbrook’s seemingly perfect life comes to a screeching halt when she catches her fiancĂ© in bed with another woman. Suddenly, everything she believed in is tested and there’s only one person she can turn to—the guy who has been by her side ever since their best friend’s fell in love and became inseparable.

Ezra Collins—the bassist for the band Willow Creek—has only ever had one weakness, and her name is Sadie. When he receives a frantic call he rushes to her aid, helping to pick up the pieces of her crumbling life—even if that means letting Sadie live with him.

The close proximity tests the limits of their friendship and as the lines between friends and lovers blur they’ll have to decide if falling in love with your best friend is worth the risk of losing them.








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I looked up at the sky and the birds flying above us. “I feel like I don’t know who I am anymore. I spent two years with a guy that stripped me of my identity. I feel like all I have of myself is my store and the rest I’m left questioning. I tried so hard to please him, to make him happy, and in the end I made myself miserable. I was just so desperate for it to work out that I overlooked how toxic our relationship was. How stupid is that?”

“You’re human,” he replied. “We have this inane desire to belong to something that is greater than we are on our own. That desire is so strong that we can fool ourselves into believing things that aren’t true.”

“So, I’m not crazy?” I cracked a smile.

“Definitely not crazy.”

His smile was comforting and I reminded myself for the hundredth time that everything would be okay.

I rested my head on his shoulder and a moment later his head rested on top of mine.

A smile touched my lips.

I’d missed this—having someone that understood me completely, even when I didn’t know myself.







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Micalea Smeltzer is a bestselling Young and New Adult author from Winchester, Virginia. She’s always working on her next book, and when she has spare time she loves to read and spend time with her family.




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RELEASE BLITZ!! Relinquish by M.N. Forgy



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Are you ready to meet Landon Blackwell?

RELINQUISH IS NOW AVAILABLE!
**Can be read as a stand alone**


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Blurb
***WARNING*** This novel contains explicit language, sex, drugs, violence, and sexual situations that some might find offensive. This book is intended for adults 18+ years of age.

In my world, there is no such thing as love. It is just a lie we whisper into our client’s ear. Love is foreign and hazardous. What I did not expect was to bare my soul to a man who is as egotistical as he is dangerous.
His name is Landon. Despite his blackened soul, he tried to save me, but what he didn't expect was my torturous fate to catch up with me.
To your father, I'm the escort.
To your mother, I'm the whore.
To the legal system, I'm the prostitute.
In the end, I'm just the other woman.
I have no idea if I will continue to survive, if I will ever find my path aside from the gritty streets I know so well. There is a good chance I will wind up in the ditch like most women in my position. Surrendering to my fate is the only choice I have. I must relinquish it all.

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“What do you think you’re doing?” I question, my words muffled from arousal. He doesn’t respond, just caresses his lips along the sensitive skin of my neck seductively, causing my head to loll to the side. A rush of desire races through my chest, and my breathing picks up.
“We can’t, remember? You’re my pimp, and I’m you’re escort. Rules,” I whimper, reminding him of his words from last night.
He growls, the sound of his teeth grating.  “Don’t ever call me that,” he rasps into my ear. The heat of his breath causes me to moan. He turns me around and picks me up, his fingers digging into my dress-cladded thighs.
“What if you’re not my escort right now? No rules,” he breathes heavily, placing me down on his desk.
“Like, pretending?” I question, digging my heels into his ass, pushing him closer.
“Exactly,” he whispers, brushing my hair from my face. “Just two normal people.”
“How do normal couples meet? What do ordinary people do when they’re together?” I murmur, not having the first clue how a normal couple does things.
Landon slides his hands up each of my thighs, pushing my dress up quickly, revealing my smooth legs and thighs.
“We met on a golf course. I asked you out on a date,” he mutters, his words drawn out and heavy with his harsh breathing as I undo his pants.
“I don’t sleep with a guy until date number three,” I inform him, my hands fisting his hard cock and pulling it free.  My mouth parts when I see it. I forgot how big, how thick it is. He hisses through his teeth as I slide my fingers along his shaft.
“Two, because you couldn’t resist me when I bought you some stupid necklace my shitty-paying job paid for,” he grunts. His hand dips below my dress and pulls my thong to the side, swiping a finger between my wetness, causing me to buck against his hand with an uncontrollable urge.

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M.N. Forgy was raised in Missouri where she still lives with her family. She's a soccer mom by day and a saucy writer by night. M.N. Forgy started writing at a young age but never took it seriously until years later, as a stay-at-home mom, she opened her laptop and started writing again. As a role model for her children, she felt she couldn't live with the "what if" anymore and finally took a chance on her character's story. So, with her glass of wine in hand and a stray Barbie sharing her seat, she continues to create and please her fans.

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COVER REVEAL!! TOUCHING EMBERS by Airicka Phoenix

 

The Touch Saga 2

Today we are revealing the cover for TOUCHING EMBERS by Airicka Phoenix. This is a young adult novel that is part of the Touch series. The book will be released this Winter 2015. As an added bonus, we are revealing the brand new covers for the previous books in the series as well.

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Life from fire. Hope from ashes. I thought I could escape him. I thought I was safe. I should have known better. For the first time in my life, I am alone to face my fate. The world I had once known is gone and I am responsible. I am the bringer of death. Everything I touch becomes ashes and I can’t stop. He won’t let me. Touch Chaos. Touch Destruction. Touch Embers!   Touching Embers Banner 1

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THE PREVIOUS BOOKS IN THE SERIES

Touching Eternity - Amazon Touching Eternity (Prequel): Before Fallon was created to destroy. Before love became the ultimate weapon of destruction. There was Amalie and the horror that started a revolution that tore the fabric of humanity, of everything standing in the balance between power, hope and survival. Amalie has one wish, one gnawing desire — she wants to die. She wants to leave this world behind with its pain and darkness. She wants to finally breathe. But Amalie is a prisoner, a disease, not fit for life. She is unwanted, unnatural. She is defective, something useless and broken. Her own mother hadn’t wanted her. Her father hated her. The world shunned her and the only person she had ever loved, truly and with all her heart and soul, couldn’t stand the sight of her, couldn’t stand the thought of ever being with her. She repulsed him. Her insanity disgusted him. He’d forgotten her. He’d left her behind, deserted and abandoned her to a madman hell bent on crushing her, stealing her soul and shattering her will. But what if she’s finally given hope? A reason to live? Can Amalie finally accept the hand offering so much for so little in return? Can she love again when she has nothing left to give? Can she finally be free?

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  Touching Smoke - Amazon Touching Smoke (book 1): I assumed I was human. I assumed wrong. I dream of death and warm blood on my hands. I dream of the day I burn the world to the ground. I dream of the day I will finally die. Running is something my mother taught me to do very well. I never knew why until the night I cause an earthquake and meet Isaiah. My shadow. My protector. My other half. I need him. I need his blood. He is the only one who can keep me hidden from the man who created me. The man who created the monster. The world is depending on me not to fall in love. But what happens when the temptation becomes too great and falling is my only option? Can I live knowing I will destroy the world because his touch is the only thing keeping me alive? And how can I trust someone as lost as I am? Touch Passion. Touch Power. Touch Smoke!  

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Touching Fire - Amazon Touching Fire (book 2):

Finding my past was supposed to end the nightmare.

Only it was just the beginning.

Entrusting the fate of the world, not to mention my and Isaiah’s life to a father I had never met is a big leap of faith on my part. But it’s a necessary risk. Ashton is the key to protecting Isaiah and keeping me out of Garrison’s clutches. He is also the only one who can tell me what I am, except what I learns is that I am from a world that is far more dangerous than anyone could have possibly imagined.

As my powers grow out of control, I must pick between my mortality and a legacy that does not include Isaiah. I must summon the courage to face a destiny that will test the boundaries of everything I have ever known. But most of all, I must protect Isaiah from the monster within myself and trust the man whose toxic blood runs through my veins.

Danger builds as power clashes between two evils, both seeking me to tip the scales to eternal darkness and suffering.

Can humanity rise to face an ancient calling to which I am powerless to stop? Can I protect those I cares about or will their blood forever stain my hands?

Touch Vengeance. Touch Malice. Touch Fire.

     

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Airicka PhoenixBIO:

Airicka Phoenix is a romance junkie with an incurable addiction to chocolate. She is also a prolific author of several novels written for young adult and new adult romance addicts who love bad boys, hot kisses and a gritty plot. Airicka prides herself in producing quality material her readers can fall in love with again and again.

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