Wednesday, February 28, 2018

Come A Little Closer by Kim Karr *Cover Reveal*

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I haven’t always been this bad… Up until recently, I was the kind of girl who wore white cotton panties and bent at the knees rather than the waist. Pomp and circumstance changed all that. Jaxson Cassidy was my first taste of bad, and I liked it more than I should have. Just not in the way I was meant to. I couldn’t help myself though. I found him irresistible. That sexy grin, those skilled fingers, and that dirty, dirty mouth were a lethal combination. I wasn’t supposed to want him. I wasn’t supposed to let him put his hands on me. I wasn’t supposed to do a lot of things…but I did. He wants to keep me close. I should push him away. He says he can help me. I’m not so sure. For some reason, he thinks there’s good left in me. What if he’s wrong? Everyone knows a good boy can’t turn a bad girl around. Everyone knows it’s always the other way. Everyone…except him. Portrait of a  romantic, young couple About the Author: Reader * Chocolate Lover * Writer * Coffee Lover * Romantic * Beach Lover * Yoga Beginner Kim Karr is a New York Times & USA Today bestselling author of eighteen novels. Best known for writing sexy contemporary love stories, she enjoys bringing flawed characters to life and creating romances that are page worthy. Her stories are raw, real, and explosive. Her characters will make you laugh, make you cry, make you feel. And her happily-ever-afters are always swoon worthy. From the brooding rock star to the arrogant millionaire to the Football Player. From the witty damsel-in-distress to the sassy high-powered businesswoman to the boutique owner. No two storylines are ever alike. If Kim's not writing, you can find her wandering through antique stores with her husband, trying out new fitness classes with her sons, venturing out to new coffee shops with her daughter, or with her nose stuck in a book. Link with Kim! Website: http://www.authorkimkarr.com/ Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/AuthorKimKarr Twitter: https://twitter.com/authorkimkarr Instagram: https://instagram.com/authorkimkarr/ Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6644044.Kim_Karr Amazon: http://amzn.to/2k8QjDi Newsletter: http://bit.ly/kimkarr_newsletter

Excerpt Reveal* WHITE KNIGHT by CD Reiss

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White Knight an All-new romantic standalone from New York Times bestselling author CD Reiss is coming March 6th!

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Catherine's long-lost love is found.
Catherine Barrington is a rich girl. Chris Cartwright is a poor boy.
He left her to make something of himself. A man she could be proud of. A man she could bring home to her parents. A man she could marry.
On the trading floor he became the man he knew he could be. Now, it’s time to return.
Rich girl.
Poor boy.
She didn’t care about his money, but he didn’t believe her. Soon after he left, all the money was gone.
Her life is hell.
Now he’s back, and he’s different. Pristine. Gorgeous. Rich.
Rich boy.
Poor girl.
Money was never the barrier, until now.
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White Knight is a standalone in the same world as King of Code, with its own beginning, middle, and end. You don't need to read anything else to read White Knight.

Excerpt

Leaning on the bleachers, Chris cracked peanuts between his teeth and spit the shells. I hadn’t seen him in days and it seemed like years. Every time I saw the kick of his hips and the way his lips stretched across his teeth when he smiled, it seemed like the first time. I watched him. He watched me. School started the next day. We’d go back into our different worlds. Would we meet again? Would we see each other at all? We’d grappled with the question by avoiding it. A waft of smoke from the grills came between us. We were alone. Surrounded by people, we were alone. He pitched his peanut bag in the trash and washed it back with a bottle of off-brand cola. When he finished, he sucked in his bottom lip to catch an errant drop. He tossed the bottle up. It spun in the air, and with a tap of his knuckle on its way down, he sent it into the trash. I stepped toward him, and he stepped back. Not away. He stepped back toward something, flicking his finger that I should follow. Easiest decision I’d ever made. It was barely even a decision. I glanced around for Mom and Dad. They were in the gazebo with Badger, the new mayor, and his staff. Harper and the kids played with the puppies while Johnny and his wife watched. Lance jaunted around the perimeter, peeing on poles whenever he could, nipping back any sibling who got too big for their britches, ever the alpha. I tilted directions slightly toward the bathrooms, then once past the bleachers, I saw Chris peeking from an alley between the hardware store and the library. I picked up my skirt and ran toward him, cutting the corner so hard I lost my balance. Out of nowhere, his hand was on my arm, keeping me from falling over. Finger to lips, he led me to a black iron door. He clinked through his keys and opened it, stepping out of the way so I could pass through. We were in an office. He closed the door with a loud clap, leaving the window as the only light. “Chris?” I barely got out the S before his lips kissed his name away. He put his hands on my jaw, keeping it still so he could invade my mouth. It felt good to give it to him. My body lost all its strength, held up only by the electrical currents between us. “Catherine,” he said in a breath, keeping his lips an inch from my face as he spoke. “Where are we?” “Back of the hardware store. I open on Thursdays.” “What are we going to do? I’m scared.” “Of me?” “Of not seeing you anymore.” “I’ll find you.” I clutched his shirt as if I’d be swept away without him. “I don’t fit in anywhere. Harper is so smart she tolerates me. The only time I feel right, like I’m part of something, like I belong, is when I’m with you.” “One more year. Then you can go to college and I’ll come after. We’ll be so far away, we’ll forget our names. When people ask where we’re from, we won’t even know.” “I don’t know if we’ll make it a year. I feel like they see us. Even now.” I must have been shaking, because he put his arms around me so tightly it hurt. I loved the pain of his attention. It was the pain of safety, of care, of being broken just enough for release. “Harder,” I said into his shoulder. He squeezed me so tightly I could just barely breathe, and the tension rolled off me like water. He let his arms go slack enough to look me in the face. “We’ll make it. Then I’ll follow you anywhere. I’ll be your puppy dog.” “Oh, Chris, don’t be silly.” “Don’t deny me. I’m yours.” He said the last word with a gusto I’d never associated with myself. As if life was something to grab with both hands and free like a bird that could carry us into the sky. Together, we were freedom. The bird launched from my chest and flew to my lips when we kissed again. Not a kiss of relief this time, but a kiss of passion. Ours was a kiss that began a string of thoughtless acts. His hands slid down my body, grazing my breasts, landing at my waist. I felt the hardness under his jeans. I should have been scared, or freaked out, or ashamed, but I wasn’t. I was free. He broke the kiss and stroked my bottom lip with his thumb. “Should we go back?” “No.” I took his wrist and put his hand on the triangle below my belly. He gasped and his lashes fluttered. Seeing that he liked it sent my body to the edge of common sense. This was crazy and I didn’t care. Being the good girl hurt, and this felt good. “My parents have to stay at the barbecue,” I said. “That’s their job.” He hesitated. Swallowed hard. Pinched a bit of my skirt fabric. I nodded. WhiteKnight-PreOrder

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  CDReissCD Reiss is a New York Times bestseller. She still has to chop wood and carry water, which was buried in the fine print. Her lawyer is working it out with God but in the meantime, if you call and she doesn't pick up she's at the well hauling buckets. Born in New York City, she moved to Hollywood, California to get her master's degree in screenwriting from USC. In case you want to know, that went nowhere but it did give her a big enough ego to write novels. She's frequently referred to as the Shakespeare of Smut which is flattering but hasn't ever gotten her out of chopping that cord of wood. If you meet her in person, you should call her Christine.

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*Release* Bloom by Nikki Rae



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Given to The Grimm Order as an infant, Fawn was raised in a world shaped by the rich and powerful. When she was sold at the age of nine to a Suitor, Fawn believed he would protect her from the “Mainworld”, where those who know nothing about the Order live. Living with the cruel man who bought her freedom, she finds just what the Order is about: money, control, and status for the Owner and humiliation and abuse for those they own. 
Unwilling to accept the expectations of being Owned, Fawn goes from golden girl to maid, content to live in the shadows of the Order as long as she isn’t Owned again.
It’s been ten years since she disgraced her former Owner’s name, and now the brooding Frenchman Elliot Lyon wants her. Master Lyon is kind, smart, and unlike any man she’s met. She doesn’t want to admit it to herself, but Fawn is drawn to him despite constantly planning her next escape. 
Even the prettiest flowers have thorns, and Master Lyon is hiding secrets that will uproot everything she thinks she knows about him. 

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“Fawn,” he said suddenly, his voice soft but still making me jump in my seat. “Were they out of flower names?” he asked, a smile in his voice.
He let on that he knew about the inner-workings of the actual Compound more than my last Owner. Then again, my last one only cared about one thing. He didn't play these mind games this guy seemed to like.
Master Lyon sighed, convinced I wouldn't answer, but for some reason I couldn't keep my mouth shut.
“I was one of the originals at the California Compound.” I hesitated almost too long before I brought my eyes back to his face. He was staring, waiting for me to say more. “We all had animal names,” I said, trying and failing to hide the disgust in my voice.
“Fawn,” he said. “With those eyes?”
 I blinked, wondering what he meant.
“They’re so large and expressive,” he explained. “You’re more of a Doe to me.”
So this would be my new name? Not Dog or Whore, but Doe?
He smiled like I’d said something funny but I wasn't joking. “Do you not like it?”
I didn't know why he cared if I did or did not like something. It shouldn't matter to him. I didn't like any of this and it was obvious. He was asking to toy with me, get me to talk. I was done talking. I bit the inside of my cheek to keep the words from spilling out.



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Nikki Rae is an independent author who lives in New Jersey. She explores human nature through fiction, concentrating on making the imaginary as real as possible. Her genres of choice are mainly dark, scary, romantic tales, but she’ll try anything once. When she is not writing, reading, or thinking, you can find her spending time with animals, drawing in a quiet corner, or studying people. Closely. 

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Friend Zone

by Nicole Blanchard Publication Date: March 27, 2018 Genres: New Adult, Contemporary, Romance
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Liam Walsh is just a roommate. Maybe if Charlie St. James repeats it enough, she’ll stop lusting after him. Not that it matters how she feels anyway, because Liam will always see her as one of the boys. Hell, he’s the one who gave her the nickname Charlie as a joke. Well, the joke’s on her. Now that she is confined to less than 1,000 square feet with him, she can’t stop thinking about how it would feel to get just a little bit closer. Charlie St. James is off limits. She’s been Liam Walsh’s best friend since grade school. He thought it wouldn’t be a big deal to let her crash with him when she needed a place to stay, but he was dead wrong. Knowing only a thin wall separates them when they sleep, that she’s naked in the shower while he lays in bed fantasizing about her, is unbearable. When their cozy two bedroom goes from friend zone to war zone, they’ll either burn up the sheets or go down in flames.

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Nicole Nicole Blanchard is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of gritty romantic suspense and heartwarming new adult romance. She and her family reside in the south along with their two spunky Boston Terriers and one chatty cat.

Tuesday, February 27, 2018

AT THE STROKE OF MIDNIGHT by Tara Sivec *Release*
















AT THE STROKE OF MIDNIGHT
by Tara Sivec
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Publication Date: February 27, 2018
ISBN: 9781250137203 Price: $3.99



Description
Meet the Naughty Princess Club: a brand new series from USA Today bestselling author Tara Sivec that introduces readers to Fairytale Lane and the hilarity—and romance—that ensue when three women start a new business to make it rain.

Once upon a time Cynthia was the perfect housewife. Between being the President of the PTA and keeping her home spotless without a hair (or her pearls) out of place, her life was a dream come true. Her husband was once her knight in shining armor, but now he’s run off with all their money…and the babysitter.

Dressed as a princess at the annual Halloween block party on Fairytale Lane, she meets two other “princesses” also facing money troubles: antique store owner Ariel and librarian Isabelle. When the women are invited to wear their costumes to a party where they’re mistaken for strippers, Cindy, Ariel, and Belle realize that a career change could be the best way to make their money problems go bippity-boppity-boo.

But can structured Cindy approach a stripper pole without sanitizing wipes? And could the blue-eyed anti-prince that has been crossing her path become Cindy’s happily ever after? At the Stroke of Midnight is a hilarious, empowering story where princesses can save themselves while slaying in stilettos.


Author Bio
Tara Sivec is a USA Today best-selling author, wife, mother, chauffeur, maid, short-order cook, baby-sitter, and sarcasm expert. She lives in Ohio with her husband and two children and looks forward to the day when they all three of them become adults and move out.

After working in the brokerage business for fourteen years, Tara decided to pick up a pen and write instead of shoving it in her eye out of boredom. Her novel Seduction and Snacks won first place in the Indie Romance Convention Reader's Choice Awards 2013 for Best Indie First Book and she was voted as Best Author in the Indie Romance Convention Reader's Choice Awards for 2014.

In her spare time, Tara loves to dream about all of the baking she'll do and naps she'll take when she ever gets spare time.

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Excerpt: At the Stroke of Midnight by Tara Sivec

Closing my eyes, I take a few deep, calming breaths as I stand behind a black velvet curtain in the dimly lit backstage area. An erotic song that I don’t recognize plays through the club on the other side of the curtain, the heavy, thumping bass from the music vibrating through my body.
“You can do this. It’s just like you’ve been practicing. Close your eyes and pretend you’re just dancing in your bedroom,” I whisper to myself.
“Do you normally have over a hundred complete strangers in your bedroom watching you take your clothes off while dancing to a horrible ’80s song?”
My pep talk is interrupted and my eyes fly open to find my friend, Ariel standing next to me backstage. It still feels weird to call her my friend, considering a few months ago I had no desire to ever speak to her, let alone get to know her. But, she’s one of the reasons I’m standing here right now, getting ready to do something I never thought I’d do. Sure, it’s an unusual way to make your dreams come true, but everyone has to start somewhere.
“I took your advice and chose another song. But just so you know, ‘Eternal Flame’ by the Bangles is not a horrible eighties song. ‘Is this burning, an eternal flame’ is a beautiful and passionate lyric,” I argue with her, my voice rising to be heard over the catcalls, whistling, and clapping happening on the other side of the curtain, as the woman who went on before me finishes up her performance.
“If it’s burning eternally, it’s probably chlamydia,” Ariel deadpans.
“Is this your idea of pep talk?”
“Do you need a pep talk?” Ariel questions, with a confused look on her face.
“Have we met?!” I shout hysterically. “Do you think this is something I’m a hundred percent confident about right now? I feel sick. Maybe this wasn’t a good idea. I don’t think I’ve had enough practice.”
I start to back away from the curtain when she reaches out and grabs my arm to stop me from running as fast as I can off this stage and out of this club.
“You’ve had enough practice. You finally let your hair down, literally and figuratively,” she reminds me as I tentatively run my fingers through my long blond hair, which she recently convinced me to put caramel highlights in and which has been curled and teased and hangs around my shoulders and halfway down my back. “This is where your future begins, babe. Right here. On this stage. This is where you take back your life and give a giant fuck you to that dipshit of an ex-husband. And that hot piece of man meat out there in the audience who has no idea what’s about to hit him.”
My eyes start to burn as they fill with tears, and I quickly blink them back before they ruin the perfect cat-eye eyeliner and false lashes she applied for me in the dressing room an hour ago.
“That was the sweetest thing you’ve ever said to me,” I tell her with a sniffle.
“Just think: Instead of having that giant pole up your ass, you’ll have it in the palm of your hands and be swinging on it in about forty-five seconds,” she says with a smirk.
“And then you go and completely ruin it,” I mutter with a shake of my head, taking another deep breath and turning away from her to face the curtains again.
“You’ll be fine. It’s two minutes and thirty-five seconds of your life. It will be over before you know it,” she reassures me with a pat on the back.
“I need my Clorox wipes,” I mumble nervously, bringing one hand up to my mouth and chewing nervously on my thumbnail.
She smacks my hand away and rolls her eyes.
“You do not need your Clorox wipes. That pole is clean. Ish. You know what? Don’t think about the pole and all the vaginas that have spun on it before you tonight. Think about how freeing this will be. Think about your business. Our business. Think about being independent and paying your own bills and banging the hot-as-balls man out in the audience who will most likely lose his shit when he sees you walk out on that stage,” she says with a wag of her eyebrows.

“I’m not going to . . . do that with him,” I reply indignantly, even though just the thought of being naked in a bed with that man makes me feel all warm and tingly.
“For fuck’s sake, you can say the word bang. God will not kill a kitten if you say the word bang. And you’re totally going to bang that man like a screen door in a hurricane. Especially when he sees you in this outfit,” she states, looking me up and down. “Well, the outfit you have on underneath that thing.”
I take a second to look down at myself and smile. He told me to never, ever wear this costume again, and I did it just to irritate him. And to see the look on his face when I take it off. I’m not the prude he thinks I am. I can change. I can be sexy and outgoing and do something completely outrageous and not in my comfort zone.
“I can do this,” I state with a nod of my head.
“Hell yeah you can!” Ariel cheers, bumping her shoulder against mine. “Just don’t trip and fall on your face in those ridiculously high heels. Biting it and smacking your face onto the stage is not hot.”
I glare at her, and she holds her hands up and begins backing away.
“You’ve got this. Shake your ass and make momma some money!” she shouts before disappearing around a corner to go out into the audience and cheer me on.
“Let’s give a great big round of applause to Tiffany! We’ve got an extra-special treat for you next. Get your dollar bills ready, folks. Straight from the castle, looking for her very own Prince Charming, is the hottest princess you’ll ever meet! Put your hands together for Cinderella!”
Letting out a long, slow breath, I grab onto the velvet curtain and yank it open, pasting a smile on my face and ignoring the butterflies flapping around in my stomach as I make my way on stage.
I can do this.
I’m going to go out there and show everyone that it’s possible for a housewife to make something of herself. Even if she has to make it by being a stripper.

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Wicked days. Sinful nights.
Meet Mr. April.
A high school drop-out with only his twisted sense of humor and panty-melting good looks going for him, Nolan Wood has turned a small radio gig into a thriving career.
Now a local celebrity, Nolan never wants for female companionship. But he never gets too close. And he damn sure never lets them see the man—or the pain—behind the jokes.
Then a one-night stand changes everything.
Career-focused, goal-oriented, and buttoned-down accountant Shelby Drake isn’t the kind of woman who’d usually catch Nolan’s attention, but her soft mouth, hidden curves, and deep sensuality blow his mind. And after only one taste, he wants more.
But Shelby wants nothing more to do with him. And now the radio playboy is on a sensual mission to convince her that opposites really do attract.
Her pleasure is his passion.
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J. Kenner (aka Julie Kenner) is the New York Times, USA Today, Publishers Weekly, Wall Street Journal and #1 International bestselling author of over seventy novels, novellas and short stories in a variety of genres. Though known primarily for her award-winning and international bestselling erotic romances (including the Stark and Most Wanted series) that have reached as high as #2 on the New York Times bestseller list, JK has been writing full time for over a decade in a variety of genres including paranormal and contemporary romance, “chicklit” suspense, urban fantasy, and paranormal mommy lit. JK has been praised by Publishers Weekly as an author with a “flair for dialogue and eccentric characterizations” and by RT Bookclub for having “cornered the market on sinfully attractive, dominant antiheroes and the women who swoon for them.” A five time finalist for Romance Writers of America’s prestigious RITA award, JK took home the first RITA trophy awarded in the category of erotic romance in 2014 for her novel, Claim Me (book 2 of her Stark Trilogy). Her Demon Hunting Soccer Mom series (as Julie Kenner) is currently in development with AwesomenessTV/Awestruck. Her books have sold over three million copies and are published in over twenty languages. In her previous career as an attorney, JK worked as a clerk on the Fifth Circuit Court of Appeals, and practiced primarily civil, entertainment and First Amendment litigation in Los Angeles and Irvine, California, as well as in Austin, Texas. She currently lives in Central Texas, with her husband, two daughters, and two rather spastic cats. jkenner

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Monday, February 26, 2018

Release Blitz: One Last Time by Corinne Michaels

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One Last Time by Corinne Michaels Release Date: February 26th, 2018 Genre: Contemporary Romance
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From New York Times bestselling author, Corinne Michaels, comes a new heartwarming standalone romance.
I’m getting really good at cutting my losses.
First, the husband. Divorcing him was the best decision I ever made. But between single-parenting and job-hunting, I can’t catch my breath. When a celebrity blogging position falls into my lap, I’m determined to succeed.
That is, until I get my first assignment and actually see Noah Frazier for the first time . . . practically naked and dripping wet. My heart races and I forget how to form complete sentences. His chiseled abs, irresistible smirk, and crystal blue eyes are too perfect to be real. So, what do I do? Get drunk and humiliate myself, of course.
I’m ready to forget the awkward night, yet Noah has no intention of allowing me to move on. Instead, he arranges for me to write a feature on him, ensuring a lot more time together. One embarrassing moment after another, one kiss after another, and before I can stop myself, I realize—I’m falling in love with him.
But when the unthinkable happens, can I even blame him for cutting his losses?
What I wouldn’t give for just one last time . . .
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New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal Bestseller Corinne Michaels is the author of nine romance novels. She’s an emotional, witty, sarcastic, and fun loving mom of two beautiful children. Corinne is happily married to the man of her dreams and is a former Navy wife.
After spending months away from her husband while he was deployed, reading and writing was her escape from the loneliness. She enjoys putting her characters through intense heartbreak and finding a way to heal them through their struggles. Her stories are chock full of emotion, humor, and unrelenting love.
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The Librarian’s Vampire Assistant by Mimi Jean Pamfiloff *Release/Giveaway*

 The Librarian's Vampire Assistant

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From New York Times Bestseller, Mimi Jean Pamfiloff
comes a Horribly Sunny Mystery, The Librarian’s Vampire Assistant. 
  NOBODY MESSES WITH HIS LIBRARIAN. . . Who killed Michael Vanderhorst’s maker? It’s a darn good question. But when the trail brings Michael to hellishly sunny Phoenix, Arizona, his biggest problem soon becomes a cute little librarian he can’t seem to stay away from. He’s never met a bigger danger magnet! Even her book cart has it out for her. And is that the drug cartel following her around, too?  “Dear God, woman! What have you gotten yourself into?” Things go from bad to worse when local vampires won’t play nice. Can this four-hundred-year-old vampire keep his librarian safe and himself out of hot water? Can he bring his maker’s killer to justice? Yesterday, he would’ve said yes. But yesterday, he didn’t have a strange connection with a librarian. Yesterday, people weren’t trying to kill her.

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MIMI JEAN PAMFILOFF is a USA Today and New York Times bestselling romance author. Although she obtained her MBA and worked for more than fifteen years in the corporate world, she believes that it’s never too late to come out of the romance closet and follow your dream. Mimi lives with her Latin Lover hubby, two pirates-in-training (their boys), and the rat terrier duo, Snowflake and Mini Me, in Arizona. She hopes to make you laugh when you need it most and continues to pray daily that leather pants will make a big comeback for men
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FAMILY IS FOREVER by S.C. Stephens *Blog Tour*


We are thrilled to be bringing you FAMILY IS FOREVER, the conclusion to S.C. Stephens's Conversion series. Lovers of paranormal romance won't want to miss this one--be sure to grab your copy today!

 

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Julian Adams would give anything to rewind the last few months. His sister has been forever altered, a man he distrusts is now a permanent part of his family, and the woman of his dreams no longer remembers him. The only thing left for Julian to do is start over. Nika Adams is finally content with her life. She's forever bound to her soulmate, and helping him with a project that has given him purpose. But just when it seems peace is on the horizon, an unintended consequence of Hunter's work arises, and everyone must pull together to find a way to keep the family safe ... forever.

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Arianna had relaxed quite a bit during our conversation. Her demeanor was casual as she played with the strap of her shoe. Her laugh came naturally. It was easy to pretend that we were still together as we sat there talking. Our arms were even touching. It sent a jolt of electricity down my spine to feel my skin against hers again. It felt like we were finally shifting, finally moving in the right direction. It was everything I’d hoped tonight would be. After a brief pause in talking about our summer plans, Arianna pursed her lips and said, “Why have we never been friends before now? We’re in the same grade, and we must have had classes together before…but I don’t recall ever seeing you before a couple of months ago.” I sighed, not sure how to answer that. “I don’t know… We must have just kept missing each other. But I’m so glad that’s not the case anymore. You…there’s just something about you. You’re kind, warm, accepting. You see past people’s faults, to the person they are underneath. You’re patient, forgiving, and open to things that are a little…different. But you don’t take crap from anyone either, and you stand up for what you believe in. You’re just…amazing.” Her expression was blank. “You saw all that, sitting across the room from me?” I peeked up at her with a small smile that I couldn’t hide. “I see you, Arianna. I see the real you.” Straightening, I met her eye and held her gaze. “And I really like what I see.” Arianna held her breath as we stared at each other. Her heart rate spiked, and I momentarily felt bad that I could hear it. She’d probably be embarrassed if she knew I could. But then her eyes drifted to my lips, and I really didn’t care that I had a slight advantage. All I cared about was whether she wanted me to kiss her right now. Was she ready to see me as more? I leaned in, tentative and unsure. Maybe I was misinterpreting this. Maybe, because I wanted it so badly, I was seeing something that wasn’t there. My heart was thumping in my chest so loudly, Nika probably thought I was doing something much more strenuous than just sitting on a bed, staring at Arianna, and waiting for our second first kiss to happen.  

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S.C. Stephens is a bestselling author who enjoys spending every free moment she has creating stories that are packed with emotion and heavy on romance. Her debut novel, Thoughtless, an angst-filled love triangle charged with insurmountable passion and the unforgettable Kellan Kyle, took the literary world by storm. Amazed and surprised by the response to the release of Thoughtless in 2009, more stories were quick to follow. Stephens has been writing nonstop ever since. In addition to writing, Stephens enjoys spending lazy afternoons in the sun reading fabulous novels, loading up her iPod with writer’s block reducing music, heading out the movies and spending quality time with her friends and family. She currently resides in the beautiful Pacific Northwest with her two equally beautiful children. Website / Facebook / Twitter / Instagram / Goodreads

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Release Date: February 26, 2018
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When past and present collide… And second chances aren’t promised.
Evangelina and Blake shared a fiery, heart-pounding, live-beneath-your-skin kind of love. Until her demons came to find her, ripping him from her life. Alone once again, Evangelina tries to pick up the pieces that remain. But one missing piece is irreplaceable. Blake is struggling without his Angel, and every turn is a reminder of a love lost. When the burden becomes too much to handle, he decides to salvage what’s left of him—to walk away. Hidden truths come to light. Secrets are revealed. And the battle of Evangelina’s life is on. The fight for her freedom. For her light. For true love. But when family is your nightmare, and the demons follow your sins, how do you climb back from the darkness? You find your strength. You discover your purpose. And most important… You remember to breathe.

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Celeste Grande grew up loving words. From an early age, it was easy for her to open her heart through pen and paper and come away with something poetic. She never thought anything more than releasing her emotions would come of it though. A workaholic that can’t keep still, in her ‘real’ life, she’s a Certified Public Accountant who dreams of writing sexy books all day long. When she isn’t working, she’s reading, writing, mommying and being a wifey to the love of her life. She’s newly relocated to the state of Florida, but don’t worry, she’s taken her pen with her.
Celeste is best known for her debut novel, Live Me—a steamy, angsty, New Adult romance with a bit of laughter coating its dark side.  

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Sunday, February 25, 2018

*Blog Tour* Unorthodox Chemistry by: Lilah E. Noir

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Series: The Unorthodox Trilogy, Book #2
Author: Lilah E. Noir
Release Date: February 18th, 2018
AvailableNowBanner.jpg Blurb.jpg He was her Master, lover and the only man who truly knew her. She was his pet, best friend and the love of his life. Sometimes that’s not enough. LINA He’s gone. His absence hurts more than any whip. Thomas saw me for who I was. Strong on the outside, fractured and vulnerable on the inside. Every day I struggle to rebuild my life. I miss him. His rough passion and his affection. I know we’ll never be together again, I even tried to move on… … and then one invitation changed everything. Do I dare to say no to the greatest temptation? THOMAS I had to walk away. Lina paid dearly for my mistakes. She needs to heal and all that’s left for me is to wait. In the dark, with nothing but my demons and sins to keep me company. The memory of her is a bittersweet torture, one I didn't think I could ever escape... A year later, at the kinkiest club in town, I saw her. On the arm of another man. May the seduction begin. GoodreadsButton.jpg AmazonBuyItButton.png Teaser-3.jpg

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Teaser-2.jpg TeaserTitle.jpg Thomas THOMAS Lina. She is here. Tonight. She is really here. I couldn’t wrap my mind around it and stood there, hiding like a coward from my former pet and lover. Has she seen me? The question faded from my frenzied mind as soon as I saw someone getting close to Lina from behind. It was a man, tall, muscular, with a matching creamy mask. He wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her hair. I expected her to push him away but she turned around and placed a tender, light kiss on his lips. Anger and confusion formed a lump in my throat I was unable to swallow. My knuckles hurt with how hard I’d been clenching my fists in a futile attempt to calm down. She moved on… I nearly died out of grief and she moved on with her life like it was nothing. It was unfair. I was the one who let her go, but right then I couldn’t have cared less what was fair or not. I was dying on the inside, and each moment of shared tenderness between them was another dagger in my wounds. What the hell was happening? After so many months of painful separation, I expected my passion for her would have quieted. What a fool. One look at her beautiful silhouette was enough to make my blood boil with lust. The dominant instinct to grab her by the hair like a caveman and claim her clouded my mind. I was out of control and I remembered well what had happened last time. If I stayed, I risked acting like a deranged Neanderthal. I’d bring her down to her knees and fuck her whether she wanted it or not, force her to beg for more. What the hell was Lina doing here? She couldn’t have learned about the party unless… Lina.jpg LINA The music died down to a soft murmur when he moved closer to the forest nymphs. He stepped forward with all the dignity of a king. The spacious hall echoed with the quiet yet haunting click-clack of his leather boots. He had hair as long as that of the ravenous women, dark as his clothes and the forest behind. It was tied and flowed down his back. They were too far away so I couldn’t make out the facial features of any of the actors. Still, his quiet strength and its intensity shook me to the core of my soul. He was silent and walked slowly as if he dominated time itself. The man owned the space around him and looked resilient enough to tame even the fire of those wild creatures. The raven-haired women brought the ballerina before him and forced her down to her knees. When they let her go, they looked strangely humbled. Their eyes were cast down, a veil of hair covering their faces. The man in black waved his hand and the faeries dispersed. Their shadows got lost among the trees. They had completely disheveled the young woman’s auburn hair and pulled her bodice down. The tops of her perky breasts were exposed to his gaze as she knelt for the dark stranger. Once she looked up at him, her entire being exuded fear so tangible I could taste it and feel it spreading all over my own skin. The ballerina clasped her small hands before her chest in a silent plea but she didn’t dare look away from her mysterious captor. He hadn’t moved a muscle and simply hovered over her with the same stillness. His eyes were tangling invisible rope around the trembling bird. I sank my teeth into my tongue to make sure I wasn’t hallucinating. It was difficult to separate myself from the action on the stage. My knees were the ones brushing against the forest floor while I waited for his command. He reached out and moved a few tresses from the girl’s face. His fingers lifted her chin and caressed her. That simple touch provoked another moan. The pleasure of his intimate caress made the scared girl tremble harder. His fingers on her sensitive, heated skin were too much to handle. I knew it because their intense chemistry was flowing inside me, sharp as a knife and delicate like the most tender kiss. Allie.jpg ALLIE “You have to be the judge. When it comes to seduction it is not important what they are saying but what they are hiding. Both men and women are alike that way, no matter what they say. They don’t want to communicate their desires. They want the other person to figure them out like they’d solve a mystery. If you can figure out what he wants and give it to him, you’ll blow his mind.” I watched the scene with amusement before I finally approached them and added nonchalantly, “That’s an interesting theory but mysteries are often overrated.” “Good luck finding a person who’d directly tell you what they want. Especially if they are afraid you’d judge them.” The blonde removed her cap and stared at me with unreadable dark eyes. Nate.jpg ALLIE “Do you know what I think, Nate?” My boots click-clacked across the hard stone floor. He was still gazing at his lap. “Look at me when I talk to you.” He raised his head with great reluctance but did as he was told, anyway. That restless gaze vibrated with anger and a different, raw emotion. Nate winced when I ran my nails down his cheek. “I asked you a question. I believe I’m a polite hostess. I expect the same attitude in return.” “What are you thinking, Mistress?” He retorted the last word. “You wanted to stay here. You didn’t even demand to observe or attend Lina’s scene. Fight back. Say you did it for her own sake if you want. You’re not fooling me. It thrilled you when you saw what was happening down the rabbit hole. You long for a ride. It’s difficult to admit it. It’s convenient if you pretend someone made you do it.” When I got closer to him, I got a whiff of his scent, a fusion of light marine eau de cologne, soap and the natural warmth of his skin. If I ran a hand over his throat, his flesh would get goosebumped and he’d attempt to move away. “What makes you think so?” Nate asked in a flat voice. “I’ve been watching you.” He rolled his eyes and took a larger sip of water. “You know what, Allie, some men find stalkers irresistible.” Nate gave me what was probably his best cocky grin. “I’m not one of them. If that’s your idea of seduction, please, change the strategy.” His smile grew wider when I didn’t reply and he added with a nonchalant voice “Just a bit of friendly advice.” I smirked and picked up a mask. It was the same one Thomas had torn off his face and thrown on the table when we entered the room earlier. Its string heaved down my finger. I dangled it before Nate and tried my best not to change my expression. “I saw how you were staring at Shock & Fear.” My voice was lazy and sultry, and I dragged a nail across the mask. “They got you so intimidated. It was adorable. They’d have made both you and Lina their bitches if I hadn’t rescued you.” Teaser-1.jpg THOMAS Lina leaned her head back and rested it on my shoulder. She breathed heavily and stared up at the metal grid while her aroused clit was throbbing. I grabbed her ponytail in a firm, possessive way and forced her to bend further, to raise her bustline and present herself to me as a gift, voluptuous, with hardened, pulsating nipples. It was just my imagination but nature outside was playing a voyeur to our scene. Every time Lina screamed out with the teasing and warm-up spanking new thunders shattered the area. The wind was a horny she-wolf provoked by my lover’s wild screams. If she only knew what was waiting for her… what delicious scream would she make, how much further would I push her into her own madness? I pulled away, left her in that position, with an arched neck and back and shamelessly open legs. Her spine trembled and she opened her lips, desperate to call out my name, to beg me to come back to her. Still, Lina didn’t utter a word. She wouldn’t have to wait for too long for her next fix. I moved to her front and picked up one thick candle from the dining table, one of the few that weren’t scented. Lina closed her eyes and indulged in moaning, loud and full of longing and plea. Her hips moved rhythmically. Was she trying to allure me or that was just the call of lust? I left the candle next to the base plate and came closer, keeping my step as light as possible. Lina pulled my fingers dip inside her and closed them between her greedy walls. She raised her head and looked at me with such a pitiful expression, with lips forming one needy “Please” I had denied her to cry out. Her surprise scream echoed inside me when I stole her breath in a hard, possessive kiss. I pushed my tongue into her mouth and three more fingers inside her, folded in a duck shape to open her up. My digits were pushing her elastic walls open and stretched her while I feasted on her bruised lips and wrestled with her tongue. She was hanging on her shackles, no longer struggling, and parted her thighs wide to accept it all. Lina’s desire poured inside me like a liquid fire that fueled my confidence. I yanked her hair hard and forced her to look at me while I was driving my closed fist past her juicy entrance. She was panting and staring up at me. Her lips opened and tried to get to mine again. My grasp around her locks grew stronger and I tugged them so hard it made her wail in pain. When I twisted my fingers in her womb and fitted my fist all the way down to the wrist the agony written on her face fused with pleasure. Teaser-4.jpg LINA I picked up the wine from the steel glass holder on the wall and spent a few minutes just staring at it, lost in thought. The swirling, blood-like liquid and the warmth put me under a spell. When the wine taste finally reached my lips, the memory of that first night rushed back in my mind. The exchanged looks, the subtle flirting, his outrageous offer, the dungeon. His palms kneading my breasts and sliding down, coaxing me to spread myself, to open up for him. I rested a hand between my legs to stroke myself and took another sip of wine. It was supposed to slowly build up my arousal but all I felt was sadness. The strong, physical sensations of the present, the subtle flavor of the wine, the ache of my skin and muscles, the lightheaded carelessness were much stronger. Stronger than the memories. As if the red swirl was devouring all I had left behind. It was pointless to fool myself. The hot water and indulgence were good but I needed so much more. I put the glass back in its place. The soap bubbles rolled down my wet skin when I raised myself from the bath tub. I ignored them, wrapped myself with the fluffy towel and walked out of the steamy bathroom. After I picked up my phone, I headed to the bedroom. The red collar was lying on top of the carefully folded lingerie in the drawer. Maybe the alcohol had messed with me and I was slowly succumbing to madness but its bright leather looked glowing. I rested my fingers on top of it and squeezed it gently before I lifted it and pressed it against my chest. After ages of following that ritual right before falling asleep, my courage slowly came back to me. I took a deep breath, rubbed the metal plate against my skin and dialed the number. A dialing sound. A pause. Please. Please, answer. “Hello?”

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UnorthodoxTherapyGraphic99cents.jpg She was his boss at work and his submissive at all times. LINA I'd never noticed him before. He was just a lonely, scared boy when I hired him. I was too busy to notice the lust in his eyes. Now I'm at his feet begging for every bit of pleasure and pain he'll unleash on me. THOMAS She enthralled me. Her body. Her mind. Her wicked laughter and unreadable eyes. She was out of my league yet I knew what she longed for. I only had two months to kill her nicotine addiction and make her crave me. I'd use every trick I had to claim her as mine.

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