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TEASER & PRE-ORDER LINKS ~ Relinquish by M.N. Forgy

Relinquish by M.N. Forgy is releasing June 17th.

Meet Landon. He’ll piss you off, then make you fall in love with him.

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RELEASE DAY BLITZ & REVIEW – Ruined by LP Lovell

Title: Ruined
Series: She Who Dares #4
Author: LP Lovell
 Release Date: April 30, 2015



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Ruined is book four in the She Who Dares series, but can be read as a standalone.


Hugo

I like to fuck. A lot. Anywhere, anyway, as long as I’m shooting my load in or on some pretty young thing I’m good. In fact, scrap that, they don’t even have to be pretty. What can I say? I’m an equal opportunities kind of guy.

I pride myself on being able to turn even the most self-respecting woman into a dirty slut. I make no apologies for my life or my behaviour. I don’t care about anyone really, certainly not women.

Except her. I care about her, which is why I pushed her away.

Molly

I suppose I’m what you would call the good girl, the sensible one. I’m that girl, the romanticist. I believe in ‘the one’, in that all-encompassing love that leaves you unable to breathe without it.

The thing is though, love is an uncontrollable animal. The heart often declares war on the mind, and even the most rational being can become completely consumed by love.

Sometimes rational is boring. It’s the taste of the wild side that makes you remember you’re alive. The heart wants what the heart wants, even if you end up completely ruined in the process.

 
 
 

 

 
 
 
 
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BLP REVIEW ~ REBECCA 

OMFG!

Cliché I know but OMFG!!!!!

I have a new author crush who might as well organise the restraining order now before the leg humping and drooling starts. I read Ruined at the weekend and totally bloody adored it so have bought the box set for the first 3 in the series…. just finished book 2 as I can’t put them down! Kids are starving, dogs need walking and jobs are waiting but I’m busy and distracted! LP Lovell is as funny as fuck, has no filter whatsoever and is fabulously entertaining – her characters have grabbed me and won’t let go.

 

Hugo


I like to fuck. A lot. Anywhere, anyway, as long as I’m shooting my load in or on some pretty young thing I’m good. In fact, scrap that, they don’t even have to be pretty. What can I say? I’m an equal opportunities kind of guy.
I pride myself on being able to turn even the most self-respecting woman into a dirty slut. I make no apologies for my life or my behaviour. I don’t care about anyone really, certainly not women.
Except her. I care about her, which is why I pushed her away. 

 

Within the first 10% of Ruined I was highlighting on my kindle like a demented woman and howling with laughter while reading bits out to my friend, Hugo is just fabulous. Abso-fucking-lutely fabulous. Total dog, manwhore extraordinaire, perpetually horny, takes being politically incorrect to whole new levels and as Hugo himself says has “No respect for boundaries or socially acceptable behaviour.”

 

I don‘t discriminate when it comes to pussy. I do however tend to lean towards the nasty ones. I like a girl who fucks like a hooker who needs to make rent.

Who would have fucking thought it? I pay ten grand a night for hookers, and yet the chubby girl who hasnt been laid in six months just made me come harder than any of them. Fuck going to sex therapy, I‘m going to start hanging around outside Weight Watchers.

 There on the bedside table is a massive fucking strap-on. I nervously look over the girls laid on either side of me, and my memory starts to throw flashbacks at me. Really good flashbacks. A mouth wrapped around my cock, sucking my balls. Ive never actually met a girl who could get two balls in her mouth at once. I have now, but I can‘t remember her name. Looking at that strap-on, I think I really should have remembered. Either I had the most epic threesome of all time, or I got royally violated. One I really really want to remember, and the other just makes me want to go kill myself. I mean, Im all for a cheeky finger, but fucking hell, that thing looks like a battering ram. I clench my arse cheeks a bit. Surely Id be feeling that shit?  

 

And then we have Molly………………..

 

Molly is a rare creature. Classy, possibly even leaning toward demure on the outside, a people pleaser I guess, but theres another side to her. The side that tells me to go fuck myself, and can put an unreasonable Lilly back in her box. Then theres this secret corner of her personality that only comes out under duress, the sexy side of her that loves to be called a dirty whore, and held down while shes fucked from behind. That side is fucking irresistible, and it totally blind sided me. Molly can be seductive and flirtatious, and she can be downright dirty, but shes a good girl through and through, until you get her naked. Then shes an animal, and the animal in me is drawn to her sordid corruption like a magnet. She is the perfect fucking woman.

 

Molly


I suppose I’m what you would call the good girl, the sensible one. I’m that girl, the romanticist. I believe in ‘the one’, in that all-encompassing love that leaves you unable to breathe without it.

The thing is though, love is an uncontrollable animal. The heart often declares war on the mind, and even the most rational being can become completely consumed by love.

Sometimes rational is boring. It’s the taste of the wild side that makes you remember you’re alive.

The heart wants what the heart wants, even if you end up completely ruined in the process.

 

What I did not bank on – was the fact that I would actually grow to like the filthy prick. I found him…refreshing. He doesnt adhere to anyone elses standards, and in his own way, he made me feel special without even realising he was doing it. He made me feel free. He made me laugh, and I grew to like him.

He may not be Prince Charming, but hes my perfectly fucked up version.

 

Molly and Hugo start off as casual sex, however while Molly keeps claiming it’s just a bit of fun and Hugo is unusually coming back repeatedly for more they form a bond, broken when Molly tells Hugo she likes him and he runs as far and as fast as he can into the arms of any willing pussy he can find. Despite this their friendship keeps growing and developing and like magnets they are drawn to each other but Molly wants the happy ever after while Hugo just wants instant gratification so will they or won’t they ?

I’m not telling, you need to read it but I will say that this is a rip roaring romp of a book, you will laugh, cry, smile and cringe, the debauchery, the humour, the off the fucking charts sex makes it a nonstop page turner. What is interesting is that wrapped up in all this dirty sex and humour are characters that are flawed and damaged, complex, human and real, hidden in an outrageously funny, hot, sexy story that has such depth and emotion to it with characters you are so captivated by that the ending comes too soon, that you want to demand more, now, want, need. Hugo and Molly, Theo and Lilly, Vegas, Sex Therapy, Gaz the Bulldog, there is so much to love,

I wish I was more articulate, I wish my excitement could come across better because LP Lovell is the most fabulous discovery, potty mouth, no filter and crazy talented,

I adore Hugo, I adore Ruined and I adore LP Lovell.

 


 

 
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Lauren Lovell is an indie author from England. She suffers from a total lack of brain to mouth filter and is the friend you have to explain before you introduce her to anyone, and apologise for afterwards.


She’s a self-confessed shameless pervert, who may be suffering from slight peen envy.
LP Lovell’s ‘She Who Dares’ series are all international best sellers.

 

 
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BLOG TOUR & REVIEW ~ No Perfect Princess (Secrets of Stone, Book 3) by Angel Payne & Victoria Blue

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What came first? The princess or the shoes? And does it really matter?

My name is Margaux Asher. Don’t be afraid to ask how it’s spelled though I may enlighten you, anyway. Yes, I’m that Margaux Asher. The attitude icon. The bitch in the latest heels. The princess of the PR game.

Just don’t bring up the queen.

Mommie and I aren’t on comfortable terms. Last winter, I learned a secret that Andrea Asher has hidden from me since my birth–by another woman. And my real father? Josiah Stone, one of the world’s richest men. Dream come true, right?

There’s a lot of baggage attached to that answer. And now, Michael Pearson wants to help me open it.

Michael. My six-foot-three, golden god of a dilemma. He’s patient, indulgent–and don’t get me started on his passion–but he wants too much. He wants all the secrets. What would he say if he knew my birthright was only the start of my life’s mess? What would he do if he learns…I’m no perfect princess?

Someday, my princess will come…

The apple never falls far from the tree? Depends on who you ask.

I’m Michael Pearson. Son of an apple farmer. First family member to graduate college, move to the big city, and work for one of the most prestigious PR firms in the country. I’m the success, the star–

And the sap who’s fallen for the boss’s daughter.

So technically, Margaux has stepped out of Andrea’s shadow. Doesn’t matter to the rest of the company–and the world–who vilify her as they always have. But where they see a she-snake, I see a terrified girl in the woods, yearning for a place where she’s accepted, loved. Every time I volunteer my arms to be that place, she ducks deeper into her shell, pushing me away with more fear and anger. Her facade thickens every day, making me more determined to learn what magic kiss will set her free, so she can finally see the truth…

I don’t want her to be perfect. I just want her to be mine.

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“See anything you like?”
Oh, that had to have sounded as ludicrous as it felt.
“I see a whole lot of things I like.”
Apparently not.
Thank God Claire had forced me to watch a few rom coms lately. Borrowing another “sexy” move from Reese, Jennifer, or Cameron—don’t think I even remembered which one—I slid my hand up the molding of the door frame. Well. Guess they called this one a classic for a reason. It actually felt a little sexy—and helped stabilize the spinning of the room, which intensified with every heated sweep of Michael’s stare up and down my body.
“Then I’m all yours,” I told him. “And I want to make every single second count.”
He raised a finger. “I’ll second every word of…that.”
The last of it was nothing but a strangle from him, as I turned and pressed my back to the jamb. The move forced my breasts and hips out in a pose that dropped his jaw—then brought him sprinting close. Closer. Ohhhh, yes.That was it…
He pressed in, hovering just inches away, staring down with those fantastic eyes of his. When his nostrils flared and his lips parted, the demon turned all man again. All desire. All need and hunger and desire he couldn’t restrain any longer. Thank God. Thank God. Finally. Finally.
He pressed in more. Our hips formed to each other. The heat beneath his underwear pressed into the wetness beneath mine. He curved one hand to my waist. Raised the other to the jamb over my head. Leaned in. Kissed me. Again. Ohhh, again.
He began softly, flicking in only the tip of his tongue, rocking gently against me. Pulled back, just out of reach, when I reached for him. Let out the devil’s own chuckle. “So impatient, little one.”
“Impatient?” I shot both brows up. “Who you working that line on, mister? I’ve waited six damn months. I should be suing you for torture.”
His eyes glittered—right before he surged back in again, with one word spilling off his lips in a growl. “Torture.”
No more teasing. Forget about gentle. He slammed our mouths together, opening me up, filling me. It was invasion more than kiss, mind-bending with passion and force. Skyrockets. C-4. Implosions in my blood—and beyond. Every stupid, silly, romantic classifier that I’d ever made fun of now lined up to bite me in the ass. Kind of hilarious, since even my ass trembled. I had no idea how my knees didn’t buckle.
Ohhhh Christ, could this man kiss.
But I still needed more. If he was simply using this as the precursor for more “making out” and dry humping, he’d have a full riot on his hands, proudly sponsored by my libido. One flick of my hand and the man would be naked, anyway—but no, too easy, too simple. I wanted to unspool him. Unglue him as thoroughly as he pried off all my moorings. Make him feel every pounding, exploding, hot, horny degree of desire tormenting the River Styx now doubling as my bloodstream…
I moaned softly into his mouth as our tongues continued to duel. He was winning, but only because I let him. And yes, dammit, I loved letting him. I never—never—let a man take the lead on this end of things. As if any of them knew what the hell they were doing, anyway.
But Michael Adam Pearson…
Was different. So beautifully, magnificently different.
Decadent.
Decisive.
Powerful.
Passionate.
And God, so arrogant. But self-aware of it. And so openly, brazenly sexy about his promise to deliver on that arrogance. Yeah, his golden gaze declared, you’re going to sample my sinful side tonight, sugar—and you’re going to fucking love it.
It was a bold promise, and not many had fulfilled it with me. But hell, I wanted to let him try. Craved a thorough, brutal unraveling at his magical hands. Needed him to solve my puzzle, piece by complicated piece…
He was off to an amazing start. His lips traveled across my jaw, under my ear then against it, suffusing me with the heat of his heavy breaths, his open-mouthed kisses.
“You want me to do filthy things to you tonight, don’t you?” he snarled at a volume meant only for me…and my throbbing body. “You want me to take this cock out, fit it into your aching pussy then ram it over and over until it hurts? Tell me, Margaux. Yes or no. Now.”
“Y-yes. Oh hell—yes!” I gasped for air, rocking my head back. Wow. Wow. I’d always known the guy had a wicked side to him, but this was—good. So damn good. Beyond anything I’d dared to dream.
He scraped his teeth along my jaw again, marking my skin with his stubble as he pulled my head to the other side, clearing my other ear for his dirty, delicious words. “I was holding back, thinking a woman like you needed to be handled like fine china…but you’re the china that likes to be shattered, aren’t you? Splintered into a thousand tiny pieces…then ground up again, until you dissolve into dust.”
I nodded, but realized that wouldn’t be good enough. Swallowing to get enough air into my throat, I rasped, “Yes. Break me. Hard. Hard.” I’d waited so long to hear these words—from him. Had damn near given up that I ever would.
Good things come to those who wait. And learn to live with a lover named Hitachi. And take a lot of freezing showers. For six goddamn months.
No more waiting. This was happening. My head whirled with desire. My body sizzled with awareness. I couldn’t wait for his next words…the next naughty thing my ears could translate straight to my clit, now grinding against his thigh in open, wanton need.
“I want you on my bed, Margaux.”
“Yeah,” I rasped. “Bed. Good…idea.”
“Go there now.” Incredibly, his voice dove deeper with command. “In the center. On your knees. Waiting for me.” He rocked back, scouring his gaze over every inch of me, rubbing his forefingers against his thumbs as if warming his fingers for what he wanted to do to me next. “And keep those shoes on. They’re fucking hot.”
At first, I didn’t move. Process. Process. Did he really just say…?
I lifted my head to meet his stare. He’d just questioned if I was an apparition from a dream but now I wondered ifhe’d invaded mine—especially since I cocked a glare of open sass, expecting to back him down with it, only to make his eyes narrow and his stance stiffen.
“What are you waiting for? Do it.”
Forget the Jell-O knees. Everything south of my navel turned to soup. I attempted recovery by tossing my head and pushing a finger into the middle of his chest. God, how I wanted to just slide it down, between the twin ladders of his abs, following that incredible V of muscle…
Soon.
“Fine, fine. Just don’t expect me to call you ‘Sir’ and all that shit.”
His laugh was warm and full. “Not a chance, sugar. I don’t do all that shit, either. But putting you in your place every now and then will be my thorough pleasure. And yours.”



BLP Review ~ Tracy

I’ve read a couple of Angel’s books before (from the WILD Boys of Special Forces) and really enjoyed them – the lady knows how to write down and dirty!!! 😉

I started reading No Perfect Princess with not a clue that it was the third book in the series but that didn’t affect my understanding of what was going on or my enjoyment of the story. I’d say it can easily be read as a standalone.

I loved the banter between the main characters and individually I thought both were great.

Margaux – she’s cool. Ok, she can be a bit of a snot but when she let’s her guard down and forgets to put on the act she’s ‘real’ – though there were times when I wanted to bloody strangle the damned woman!
I liked the indecisive path her thoughts and emotions took. She could be bitchy and was hard as fuck in business but we got a glimpse of the mellowed softer side that might just be coerced out if Michael ever got his finger out of his arse!!!!

Michael, hmmmmmm, what can I say about him but hell, where can I find a Michael?!?!
He’s hotHotHOT, funny with a great sense of humour and mischief, so very sexy, filthy dirty minded and mouthed… gods, the man is definitely up there with my favourite BBFs…. he could sext me up any time!!
I loved his internal dialogue when he was driving home and had to stop…… you’ll know what I’m talking about when you read it!

The sex scenes, when we got to them, nearly burned my kindle out – the one in the barn and then in the field… fuck me, they were smokin’ HOT!!!!

There is a great cast of supporting characters – good and bad (IMHO, if you can write a bad guy that readers really hate, that’s good writing right there!!)
Trey – my gods, he’s a total prick!!! Andrea is a complete bitch – the woman can’t stoop too low it seems..
I loved Di, Michaels mum. Killian & Claire were fab as was Alfred and I adored Andre – He’s awesome!!!

The gals have given us a great book. If you didn’t know that 2 authors were involved you’d never guess that was the case, the story flowed and the whole thing was seamless.
I’m gonna go back and read the other 2 in the series when I have the chance and I can’t wait to see what’s coming in book 4!!!!

A solid 4* for me!!! 



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Hi there. I’m Angel: book lover, writing addict, hopeless romantic, pop culture geek and avid shoe lover.

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I’ve been hooked on books since I was a kid but it got worse in my twenties, when I discovered romances–the hotter, the better. Growing up in Southern California, with lots of surfer manliness surrounded me, was certainly a good boost for reading about delicious alpha guys and the women who adore them. When I learned I had a knack for telling these stories too, I guess you could say I was doomed–though my path toward romance novelist took a few detours via a concert-reviewing gig for my college newspaper (free show tickets…backstage passes…that was a no-brainer), artist interviews for a Beverly Hills dance music mag, personal assistant work for a record producer, dance club disc jockey, and a lot of fun in the hospitality industry.

These days, I still live in California, and have found an amazing alpha guy of my own who was brave enough to marry me. We live on a street that looks like Brigadoon, with our beautiful daughter. I have the best life ever, and never forget to thank the Big Guy Upstairs for it, either.

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Victoria Blue lives in her own portion of the galaxy known as Southern California. There she finds the love and life sustaining power of one amazing sun, two unique and awe inspiring planets and three indifferent, yet comforting moons. Life is fantastic and challenging and everyday brings new adventures to be discovered. She looks forward to seeing what’s next!

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The new SBG novel from the author of Exchange of Fire.

When her secretly filmed tryst shows up on the internet, Michelle Alger goes on the run. She has no choice. Not only was her one-night stand the son of a US senator, but he’s been murdered—and she’s the number one suspect. With both the senator and an avenging drug lord on her trail, her life is in danger. There’s only man she can trust. He saved her once, but will he still be her hero six years later?

Captain Jeremy Malone and the rest of Delta Squad have the senator’s order: find the mystery woman who killed my son. But to Jeremy, she’s no mystery. Six years ago his team of Green Berets rescued her from the torturous clutches of a Colombian cartel, and he’s never forgotten her. His personal and covert mission: find Michelle before anyone else. When he and Michelle do meet again, the sparks are explosive and consuming. They’re also dangerous as hell.

Because with each new bit of evidence, Jeremy suspects that Michelle’s innocence may be a ruse—a beautiful trap set by a woman who has even more secrets yet to bare.


 

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Michelle paced the length of the room for the thousandth time. There were exactly eighteen steps from the bathroom door to the sad excuse of a table. Not the biggest rooms here at the OTE.
A long moan drifted through the left wall followed by a slam, then rhythmic banging.
“Oh, God. Yes,” a woman cried. “Give it to me, daddy.”
Whomp. Whomp. Whomp. The cheap picture over the bed rattled with “daddy’s” frantic pace.
Michelle rolled her eyes to the ceiling. “Really?” she asked the stained tiles. As if her situation wasn’t bad enough, she now had to listen to a bad porno.
She glanced at the clock. 5:22 p.m.
Her fingertips felt cold. She went to rub her hands together only to find her palms had a thin layer of sweat. How messed up was that? Darn nerves.
For years she had fantasized about this moment. So many versions ranging from innocent to completely far-fetched had captivated her dreams. Only Fate would deliver the version where she was holed up in a seedy motel with Big Daddy providing the sleazy soundtrack.
“Yes! Right there! Harder!”
She tuned out the “Oh-Gods,” and the “That’s-the-spots” and replayed her favorite fantasy. The one where Captain Jeremy Malone sought her out only to find out she had been given a new identity and placed in Witness Protection. Devastated by the government’s unwillingness to tell him where she had been relocated, he made it his personal mission to find her. Though it took years, he finally discovered she became a park ranger in Indianapolis. He immediately requested leave from the military and showed up at her apartment door.
She laughed at her foolish daydreams. Even if the man had hunted her down, then what? Her track record since Colombia had been Michelle, zero; Disaster, every time.
The looks of disgust on her partners’ faces when they saw her body usually killed whatever passion she had been able to muster through the fear and memories. Only one man had seen beyond carnage and made her feel as if it would be okay.
A hoarse shout bled through the thin wall followed by a lot of groaning. Hopefully that signaled the end of “daddy’s” session.
Had she done the right thing calling Cappy? How long had he been in Indianapolis? God, had she been this close to him all this time? What if he’s seen the news? Would he call the police, FBI, Army to tip them off? She started to panic. Oh no. What had she done?
Knock. Knock. Knock.
Michelle jumped at the sound on her door. The blood drained from her face and her heart pounded against her ribcage. No way in this short span of time could it be another drunk with the wrong room. Which meant . . . He’s here. All her insecurities rushed through her brain as she stared at the door. Everything from her thunder-thighs to her lack of makeup and hungover status swamped her.
“Michelle?” a muffled, deep male voice called on the other side. She’d know that intonation anywhere. It slid over her, tightening the knot in her stomach. She rubbed the dancing area and snagged on a button. Jerking her head down, she started cussing. She still had on the ugliest uniform ever. Not one ounce of sexiness could be wrung from the drab olive and gray clothing.
Sweat pooled under her arms, not helping her confidence and—
Wait, what was that? She squinted and dabbed a spot on her shirt. Great. She had on the most god-awful stained uniform ever.
This was so far from her fantasy she could only hang her head. About par for the last twenty-four hours.
Knock. Knock.
“Michelle,” Captain Jeremy Malone said again. “It’s safe to open the door.”
No one shouted “POLICE” or “FBI.” That was a good sign, wasn’t it? Didn’t they have to identify themselves first before entering? That meant he was alone, right?
She threw her shoulders back and strode across the room. Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath and opened the thin wood.
Holy Cheesus on wheat toast.
How could she not recall how HUGE he was? And that was saying something, since she was considered tall. But he had to be at least a half a foot over her head. Not only tall, but ripped with muscles . . . Like no-way-could-this-exist-in-real-life muscles sprouted beneath a tight T-shirt. Since he had worn a helmet the last time they met, she had never gotten to see he had dark brown hair, buzzed in a military crew-cut. His stance was all business; exuding strength and power and don’t-mess-with-me-cause-I-know-eighty-ways-to-kill-you. But one feature commanded her attention—the same one haunting her for years. His eyes. Those wonderfully expressive deep coffee-colored eyes.
“Cappy.” She shuddered. After so many years of longing, she was finally staring into their depths . . . and he was staring right back.


BLP REVIEW ~ Tracy

I went into the book not realising that it wasn’t the continuation of a series (yeah, you would think SBG #2 in the title would be a big clue, eh?!?!) but that didn’t detract from the story!

It was a good read, thought I must admit that at times I found it a tad slow going and Michelle, the lead female, did my head in slightly – I know that she had suffered through a terrible experience and was suffering from PTSD – some of the things she did annoyed me a little (maybe it’s just a case of not connecting with her character fully). Jeremy (Cappy) was really likeable – a standup guy who has his own secrets and skeletons – personally I felt for a fair bit of the story that he thought too much about what was best for the team/others around him rather than what he wanted or was good for him – but overall he was a great hero.

We met other members of the SBG team which was good but at times I found myself having to stop and think about what code name related to which character, it did get a little busy with all those different characters running around.

The connection and attraction between the 2 leads was hot and full on. The story was action packed and full of suspense & intrigue and kept me interested.

I’d rate Shadow of Doubt a 3.75*. I will read the next book in the series – I know who I hope it might be about – and at some point I will go back and read the first book as I’d like to find out what went on with Wraith.



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I moved to New York for a fresh start.  I did not move here to fall for a man like Sebastian.
 
Sebastian Black came into my life like a storm in the peak of the night…dark, raging, all-consuming, and guaranteed to leave destruction in his wake. From the moment our eyes met, he had a hold on me. I wanted, craved, and needed him like nothing I had ever desired before.
 
The problem was he needed total submission. From the moment he handed me the contract, I knew what he was proposing would destroy me. What I had not planned was his ability to make me crave destruction. I would lose myself in him. Sebastian knew how to take me
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Sebastian called me his princess,
but he was far from my white knight. He was my drug. One hit and I was addicted
to him.
I ran from him to save my life. I kept running to regain my sanity. Kyle would help me with that. His warmth and familiarity were just what I needed to get back on track. Beautiful in his own right, Kyle was everything I once knew to be good about the world. Kyle was perfect for me, he always had been. 


Except he wasn’t Sebastian, he could never be. The horrors of my past pulled me away from him. The nightmares of my present would bring us back together. Confused though I was, I knew Sebastian was the only choice. The damage done was great, our love greater. Surviving each other would take everything we had, but it was the only option.
 
Every mistake we had made would collapse on top of us, burying us alive in a mountain of anger and guilt. Neither of us could have prepared for what was coming. The only way out was through. The question became, would we be strong enough to make it through together or would our secrets tear us apart once more?
 
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…a serial lover of all things pink, self-proclaimed chocoholic, home-schooling mother, and wannabe yogi. Her debut erotica novel, Run to
You, the first in the series Run, is coming soon. Kandi’s love of storytelling can be traced back to her fourth grade year, when a history lesson on Native Americans became too unimaginative for her liking.  She took it upon herself to liven things up by creating a story that was based on half-truths about a self-named Indian Princess. Kandice is in fact of Native American heritage (her great-grandmother was a full-blooded Cherokee) and in her own mind a princess, so you can see where her inspiration came from.  Her story was a huge hit with friends, and an author was born. Kandice was born and raised in rural Arkansas, where she currently lives with her husband and three children. Though, if you ask her she’ll confirm that her soul is lost somewhere on the west coast waiting for the day that her body can rejoin it.



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COVER REVEAL ~ Afraid To Fly by S.L. Jennings

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Afraid To Fly

The Fearless Series: Book Two

S.L. Jennings

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I’d like to tell you that I’m ok.

That the meaningless sex with countless women has somehow numbed the pain. That it’s deciphered the constant confusion in my head. Eased the self-hatred that sinks into my gut every time I look in the mirror.

I’d like to tell you that time heals all wounds.

That we evolve and grow into well-adjusted, stable adults, set on a path to right the world’s wrongs. That we are not our past…we are not our pain.

I want to tell you all those things. Hell, I want to believe all those things. But I’d be lying. I’m good at that. Living a lie is the only way I truly know how to survive.
But the day I saw her, I stopped surviving. I stopped existing. And for the first time in 24 years, I started living.

She brought me back to life. Set me free and sent my soul soaring. Made this useless shell of a man feel like…something. Something whole and real and good.

She saved me.
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I was already loosening my tie as I stalked toward her and said, “Clothes off, boots on and get on your knees.”

Velvet didn’t waste a second. She slipped out of her one-piece in a swift movement and sank to the floor. The moment I felt her take me into her warm mouth, it was like a thousand pounds had been lifted from my shoulders.

A long time ago, long before I should have, I learned to separate the physical from the emotional and mental. I told myself that just because my young body had been stolen from me and manipulated in ways that would make even the toughest man cry out in agony, I didn’t have to feel it. Not deep down inside. I didn’t have to accept what was being done to me. So I pretended to be somewhere else. I pretended to be someone else. I let my mind drift to thoughts of my parents, imagining what they may have looked like, dreaming about happy smiles and warm hugs and kisses on my cherub-like cheeks. I painted pictures of family vacations at Disney World and barbeques in the backyard. I told myself that we would have a dog named Buddy. Mama would tie bandanas around his neck, and Papa and I would take him for walks and play Frisbee with him at the park.

I had built an imaginary fortress, and in it, nothing could touch me. I was safe. I was happy. And I was loved. That was what I told myself, and that was what I held onto everyday since to survive.

As I grew older, and was no longer held captive by the physical pain, I was left to face the emotional hurt that no one could see. I was like a pariah to the family that had taken me in. We were related but they didn’t know me, and what they did know about me was deviant and disgusting. Too awful to talk about. So I suffered silently in my mind until it became necessary to tell myself lies.

Lies like the ones I was telling myself right now.

I want this. I need this.

I’m totally normal.

There’s nothing wrong with me.

Being a man means having sex with as many women as possible.

These women desire me because they need me. They love me.

They love me.

She loves me.

It was the only way I could keep doing this. The only way the shame and disgust and self-hatred didn’t keep chip-chip-chipping away at the fragments of that broken boy. The boy that had grown up to be a shattered man. The man that couldn’t be mended.

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Fear Of Falling

The Fearless Series: Book One

S.L. Jennings

I can’t remember the last time I felt completely safe. Security seemed more like a luxury to me, reserved for those who were fortunate enough to have picture perfect childhoods. For those who didn’t bear the ugly scars that keep me bound in constant, debilitating fear. I’ve run from that fear my entire life. But when I met him, for once, I couldn’t run anymore.

He scared the hell out of me in a way that excited every fiber of my being. It wasn’t the tattoos or the piercings. It wasn’t the warmth that seemed to radiate from his frame and blanket me whenever he was near. It was just…him. The scary beautiful man that threatened to alter 23 years of routine and rituals, and make me face my crippling fear.

My name is Kami and I am constantly afraid. And the thing that scares me the most is the very thing I want.

“Don’t worry,” he smiled, pulling me into the hard warmth of his chest. “I’ve got you. I’ll always catch you when you fall.”

And just like that, Blaine had staked his claim on the untouched part of me that no living soul had ever moved. He had captured every fear, every reservation, and crushed them in the palm of his inked hand.

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S.L. Jennings is a New York Times & USA Today bestselling author of contemporary and paranormal romance, reality TV junkie, obsessive coffee drinker and collector of crazy.

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BLOG TOUR ~ Dangerous Love by Casey Clipper

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Title: Dangerous Love

Author: Casey Clipper

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Date:March 10, 2015

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From Contemporary Romance Author Casey Clipper comes book 3 of The Love Series.

Warning, book 3 of The Love Series is about bad boy extraordinaire Derk Forester. This novel contains strong/foul language, violence, and sex. After all, he works for the mob. No rainbows or kittens in his story. Possibly a puppy. Oh, and no cliffhangers in this series.

Dangerous Love:

Derk Forester is a man who’s used to getting what he wants when he wants. He takes, conquers, then saunters away in all aspects of his life – work and play. Years embedded deep in the mob and a sour taste for relationships, he has zero desire to find a permanent partner to make a home with. His carefree lifestyle leaves him with a long list of inconsequential, bed-rocking, no-strings-attached women. A daily life he relishes until he meets…her. The one woman who could alter his world. The one woman he can’t get out of his head. The one woman who could bring him to his knees. The one woman who could be used against him.

If it wasn’t for bad luck, Mackenzie Hiland would have no luck at all. A cheating husband, shafted by the courts, no money or home, her life is a dismal list of horrible choices and even worse consequences. After acknowledging she needs to change her decision making skills, Mackenzie can’t help but to be lured in by the dangerous man, who’s taken an interest in her and is blatant in his desire to get her into his bed. Despite the fact she tries to distance herself from Derk, he refuses her rejections. Will Derk become another addition to the long list of regretful decisions she’s made? Could Derk possibly be the man that doesn’t screw her over? Or will Derk be the one choice that finally takes her to a point of no return?

*Dangerous Love is book 3 of The Love Series. Though this is not a cliffhanger series and the novel can be read as a standalone, you might find it more enjoyable to read the entire series.

**Warning: Not suitable for under 18 yrs of age. Contains strong language, violence, and sex.

Novels in The Love Series:

Book 1 – Silent Love

Book 2 – Unexpected Love

Book 3 – Dangerous Love

Book 4 – (final installment) coming soon!


 

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A few minutes after ten, Derk and Smith sauntered into Cards to find it filled with wall to wall drunks.

“Holy shit,” Derk spat.

Mackenzie was on top of the bar with Kayla and two other bartenders doing some sort of dance, gyrating to the pulse of the music. He could have sworn he felt his blood pressure spike. Fuck this shit. It was bad enough she just recovered from a concussion from dancing on that cesspool of a bar, but to be on display like a pole dancer. Forget it. Not his girl. She needed to find a goddamn secretary job.

Seeing red, he stormed right up to the bar, shoved drunk bastards out of his way, until he stood below her. It only took a moment for her to catch his eye. A flash of fear lit those beautiful blues. Luckily for her and everyone else nearby, it was the end of the number. She jumped off the bar to a round of applause and went right back to pouring drafts. Conveniently out of arm’s reach. When she approached him, he reached across the bar and yanked her close.

“I don’t like it,” he growled. Eyes narrowed, he studied her as she nervously bit her lip. The caveman in him wanted to toss her over his shoulder and cart her the fuck out of the disease infested place. Buuuut, that would more than likely have her screaming, and the only time he ever wanted to hear her shriek was when he was pounding into that tight body.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

How the hell did he deal with this? He wasn’t used to wanting a woman so badly he went all alpha or whatever. It made him feel…exposed, like he was gonna lose his shit.

“You realize you don’t have a say in what I do for a living,” she challenged, her voice unsure.

“You really want to get into it with me, Mac? Do you?” he countered, totally turned on by her defiance.

Shrugging, she looked him dead in the eyes. “Do you really want to get into this debate with me?”

She squared her shoulders and straightened her spine, ready for a battle.

Assaulting her mouth, he kissed her hard, his tongue reaching as far back as it would go. He was so fucking hot for her, he wanted to take her on the dirty-ass wood bar. Apparently, she was just as hot, because she met him stroke for stroke as their tongues danced violently. He dislodged their lip lock. “Mac, you’re mine tonight.”

Her eyes glittered excitedly. “You think?”

“You don’t have a fucking choice, M. I’m tired of waiting for you. No more.” Derk released his grip on her and reluctantly allowed her to return to her duties. Raking his eyes up and down her fine body, little did she know what she was in for when she clocked out in a couple hours. Waving toward the far end of bar, she let him know where she was stationed for the night. He and Smith muscled their way and not-so-gently escorted two barely twenty-one year old punks off two stools.

Mac quickly slid a beer in front of them, then went about her business. Derk ran a hand through his hair and released a long breath. He picked up his longneck and took a drag, his eyes plastered to Mac. As if she could feel his penetrating gaze upon her, she turned his direction and her cheeks pinked. Snorting, he crooked a finger at her. The minx sauntered over to him and leaned on the bar, teasing him with her perfect breasts.

“You’re coming home with me after work,” he demanded.

Narrowing her eyes, she said, “Are you asking or telling me?”

About to admit that was a direct order, he clamped his mouth shut.

“Will you?” he asked, with only a hint less demand.

She rolled her eyes which caused Smith to chuckle. A rarity for the man.

“You look tired.”

“It’s been a shitty day,” he admitted.

Nodding, as if she sensed that, she relented. “Okay.”

“I’ll pick you up,” he said. “Three?”

“No, midnight. I get off early.” She gave him the most awesome wicked smile.

He leaned over into her personal space. “You don’t have to work here, you know.”

Furrowing her brows. “What do you mean?”

“Just saying.” He shrugged.

Shit, what the hell was that? Sometimes that brain filter thing shut off on him. Now wasn’t the time to spew stupid crap like she could live with him and he’d take care of her.

Beside him, Smith quietly chuckled, again. He’d kick the bastard if he didn’t think Smith would retaliate with a bullet to his knee cap.

Derk picked up his beer and downed it, tossed some cash on the bar, then stood to leave. Leaning over, he grabbed Mac at the nape of her neck and pulled her in for a blazing goodbye kiss.

When he had enough of her taste to tie him over until later, he stalked out of the place before he opened his mouth and said more crazy, stupid shit.


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RELEASE DAY BLITZ – Fervent by Gemma James

Title: Fervent
Series: Condemned #3
Author: Gemma James
 
 
 Release Date: April 30, 2015

 


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I never imagined things could get worse, but they do. The men who took us show no mercy. They won’t stop until they’ve destroyed Rafe for something he has no memory of, and I’m their weapon of choice.

Tortured and defiled, they make me wish I was back in that cabin where death was favorable to drawing another breath, but our captors can’t break what’s already broken.

What scares me is the madness I see festering inside Rafe. I’ve taken his freedom, his career, his reputation, yet despite all I’ve done, he’s determined to fight for me, kill for me, give everything he is for me.

He’ll even die for me.

NOTE TO READERS
FERVENT is a new adult dark romance with disturbing themes and explicit content, including sexual scenes and violence that may offend some. Intended for mature audiences. Part three of the CONDEMNED series. This is not a stand-alone read! Please begin with TORRENT and RAMPANT, otherwise, FERVENT might not make much sense. 

 

 


 
 

 

 
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Gemma James is the multi-genre author of several novels and novellas, from new adult suspense to dark erotic romance. She loves to explore the darker side of human nature in her fiction. She’s morbidly curious about anything dark and edgy, from deviant sex to serial killers. Readers have described her stories as being “not for the faint of heart.”
 

She lives in Oregon with her husband and their four children—three rambunctious UFC/wrestling-loving boys and one girl who steals everyone’s attention.

 
 
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RELEASE DAY ~ Shattered Lies by Theresa Sederholt

Book: Shattered Lies
Author: Theresa Sederholt
Genre: Contemporary Romance


 
 

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Lies are shattered, leaving death and destruction in its path. To save a child, they must make a deal with the devil himself.
 
They had a plan: two days—get in, ask the questions, and get out. Seemed simple enough. But you know what they say about best laid plans. Life always seems to get in the way of living.
 
Revenge can be such a bitter pill to swallow, costing others to make the ultimate sacrifice.
 
Jax’s need for control slowly slips through his fingers as Raven’s past attempts to steal their future.
 

Will Maxwell be able to hang on to his happily ever after, or will it be cruelly snatched away, yet again?

 

 

 


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I was born in Brooklyn New York. I am old enough to know there is no luggage rack on the hearse. I am married to a Professional Chef.

I have a son who is a Research Chemist and a wine maker. Yep I’m covered from the food to the drinks. I have 2 dogs Vito and Godiva.

I live in the United States. I’ve had so many different jobs, even I can’t keep count. I believe if you give a girl espresso and Nutella she can change the world!
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BLOG TOUR ~ SCARS by Elena M. Reyes

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Title: SCARS
Author: Elena M. Reyes
Release Date: April 19, 2015
 

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Abandoned. 
 
Thrown away.
 
Invisible.
 
Every single one of those could be used to describe me. They can tell you my story—my sad past—without a single syllable passing through my lips.
 
I hate them—those who lied to me. They claimed to love me, but in reality they used me when convenient. My parents. Sister. And now Talan. Loving them has left me empty. Sad. 
 
Alone.
 
Not anymore. Screw them. My love has turned to anger…hate. Now, what consumes me is the urge to destroy, to force them to see what they wrecked with their carelessness. My name will never be forgotten. Not after I have my revenge.
 
His tears will be my ultimate retribution.

 
 
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Marking Her (Book #1)

 
Marking Him (Book #2)

 


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Teasing Hands

 
Taunting Lips


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Elena M. Reyes was born and raised in Miami Florida. She is the epitome of a Floridian and if she could live in her beloved flip-flops, she would. As a small child, she was always intrigued with all forms of art—whether it was dancing to island rhythms, or painting with any medium she could get her hands on. Her first taste of writing came to her during her fifth grade year when her class was prompted to participate in the D. A. R. E. Program and write an essay on what they’d learned. Her passion for reading over the years has amassed her with hours of pleasure. It wasn’t until she stumbled upon fanfiction that her thirst to write overtook her world. She now resides in Central Florida with her husband and son, spending all her down time letting her creativity flow and letting her characters grow.
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