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COVER REVEAL ~ I’ll Have the Last Laugh By Dashunda Deas

Title: I’ll Have the Last Laugh

Genre: Romantic Suspense

Release Date: Nov. 19th, 2015

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Miya’s life is one of tragedy. Born from the most unspeakable circumstances and with a horrible illness, she’s been ostracized by most of her family and shunned by the town she grew up in. The one constant in her life is her sister Tiffany. After graduation, Tiffany hopes that going to college out of state will give Miya the chance for a new life.

Now on her own living the life of a normal college student, Miya’s making friends and falling in love.

All is not what it seems when it comes to her first boyfriend though. When the relationship ends after the tragic death of her best friend. Miya must learn to deal with the aftermath.

Will she be able to recover, move past the tragedy and learn what true love is before her illness takes her away from everyone who loves her?

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Dashunda Deas was born in the Bronx, but moved to Charleston, SC as a teenager. She has five children,three boys and two girls. She’s always wanted to be a writer and does it the old fashioned way, by putting pen to paper. She has many stories swirling around in her head, from children’s books to adult contemporary romance and can’t wait for you to see what’s next.

She is a vocal advocate for safe sex and the prevention of the spread of the AIDS virus, having watched her mother succumb to the devastating illness in 1994. She is always spreading the message to others and hopes that this story will help change people’s minds about their life. Her biggest hope is that by educating others about the spread of HIV and AIDS, she can help prevent others from succumbing.

Remember, “strap it up” and “no glove no love” are the best ways to protect yourself.

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RELEASE BLITZ ~ Tainted Love (Sinful Souls MC #3) by Amo Jones

Book: Tainted Love
Series: Sinful Souls MC #3
Author: Amo Jones

Genre: MC Romance

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Synopsis

*You do not need to read the other books in this series before reading this one, recommended though*

Kalie-Rose is that girl.
She’s that girl who calmed the storm within Ade Nixon.
She attained the unattainable.
She silenced his demons with her innocence.

Ade Nixon is the Vice President of Sinful Souls MC. His Hulk-sized body covered in tattoos and piercings – along with his don’t give a fuck attitude – screams, “I’ll suffocate you in your sleep”. And he would.

Kalie-Rose is a popular dancer living in Hollywood Hills, she dances for some of Hollywood’s elite. After giving Ade her virginty on a silver platter two years ago, a wedding brings them back together. Even if only for a short amount of time.

*This book contains upsetting content, which may set of triggers.

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I attempt to open my eyes, but they refuse to open. All I feel is the pounding in my head.
Boom, boom. Where is that sound coming from? Where am I?
I try to open my eyes again, this time succeeding. Everything is black.
“What the fuck,” I mumble.
I think over my jumbled thoughts, trying to think of the last thing I remember.
“Vicky’s wedding,” I whisper.
“Kal? Kal, is that you?”
“Alaina?” I gasp in shock.
“It’s me, babe,” she quietly replies, her voice hoarse and dry.
I attempt to move off the bed, but I feel like an anchor is weighing me down. Using all my strength, I push myself up and stand off the bed, only to fall to the ground when my legs give way.
“Fuck!” I scream out in frustration.
“Shhh Kal, if they hear you they’ll come back.”
I begin crawling across the cold hard concrete floor.
“Alaina? How long have we been here?”
“I don’t know. You’ve been out for a few days. I lost count. I’d say a week, maybe more.”
I pause my shuffling. “How have I been asleep for a week?”
“They’ve been drugging us with something. More you than I. They found me fascinating, being Zane’s old lady.”
Continuing my shuffling, I keep my hands feeling around in front of me. Feeling cold chains, I follow them up until they lead me to one of Alaina’s hands. They are cold and stiff, she feels like death. I keep feeling around her until she winces.
“What did they do to you, Lain? Who are they?”
She pulls her arm out of my grasp. “It’s going to be okay, we just have to be strong until the boys arrive.”
The metal door swings open and a dark shadow looms. I swallow down and look at Alaina. Now there’s light shining through the doorway, I can see her.
I wish I didn’t.
I wish I never looked her way.
My stomach coils over, as little more than bile spews out of my mouth.

 


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A little bit about me: I ‘m the mama bear to four little kiddos, two girls and two boys. I’m also a wife-to-be to my partner of ten years (We were high school sweethearts, without the high school). My little (Big) family are my rock, and I am so lucky to have them with me through it all. I am from New Zealand! Born and raised in a small town called Rotorua. It’s a beautiful city, just smells a little. I’m currently living in Australia on the Whitsunday Coast (Great barrier reef) where we hope to settle down for a long time.

I love the beach, and margarita’s and wine. Don’t forget the wine. Chinese food is the best food. And one day I hope to travel the world, preferably the US, because I’m obsessed with it. I would travel now, but my bank account is like… “Dude, no.” So I’ve put that in the goal bucket.
I also like to think of my self as a professional Cinderella. The type who wears Nike’s, reads erotic novels, and writes about total bad ass men covered in tattoos.

I love all my beautiful readers, you have kept me going. You are my inspiration to keep writing, with all your kind words and reviews. You are all amazing, and I write for you.

That’s enough Yap’n from me. See you all in Wonderland x

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Perilous Love
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Intricate Love
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RELEASE BLITZ ~ Traded by Rebecca Brooke

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I’m a pawn, a piece of chattel, a toy–used and forgotten.

When you’re done with me, you can walk away with no regrets. That’s how my husband sees me. I try to be the best wife possible for him. After all, he took me on when no one else would. Now–he’s in debt and owes more money to the loan shark than we can possibly repay.

But, don’t worry, he’s come up with a solution, it’s just not one I was expecting.

…I’ve been TRADED.

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RELEASE DAY BLITZ ~ SO.TRASHY. By Kelley Harvey

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Title : SO. TRASHY. a Bad Boy Next Door Novel

Author : Kelley Harvey

Genre : Contemporary Romance

Release Date : November 6, 2015

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Buck:

I lost her before. It won’t happen again.

I gave her up and broke her heart for her own good.

Now, my second chance has gone to shit.

Lou’s not the same good girl I left.

She’s turned bad, but it makes me want her more.

The world loves me for my bad boy ways, on screen and off.

They’ll love us together—once I convince her she’s missed me.

Lou:

When I was young, only he saw the real me.

I don’t need Buck Wylder anymore; I’ll take care of myself.

He went to Hollywood. I became a Marine.

Buck’s back and he’s the same arrogant, infuriatingly attractive man who left.

Only this time? I’m not falling for him.

I thought I escaped my past, but when his fame drags

me into the spotlight, the world sees the truth.

I’m poor Loula Mae—daughter of a junkie and her pimp.

To them, I’m just

SO. TRASHY.


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Kelley and her husband Mike live in North Central Texas with their two daughters. Having one teen and one in her early

twenties keeps them on their toes. In other words, they’re saturated in angst and excitement. Kelley often feels as though she lives on Teenage Drama Island and desperately needs a vacation to Adult Sans Kids Resort. The upside is they keep her awash in oceans of inspiration.

Kelley enjoys reading YA and NA, although on occasion she gets caught reading other genres. Writing is her full time job. Though it’s hard work, it’s also a dream come true. Her characters knock on the door of her heart and constantly poke their heads out the windows of her imagination. She hopes you connect with them as deeply as she does.

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EXCERPT/PRE-RELEASE : Reaper’s Fall by Joanna Wylde

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“You’re not going back to the party.”
She cocked her head, and I saw the confusion in her alcohol-glazed eyes as she wrinkled her nose at me. All cute, like a rabbit.
“You look like a bunny.”
“You look like an ax murder,” she said, frowning. “And I thought London was looking for me. Aren’t we going the wrong way?”
“I lied. I do that a lot,” I told her, staring at her lips. I reached out, catching her chin in my hand, running my thumb across her lips. Our eyes locked, and I don’t know if her pulse started to rise but mine sure as fuck did. What the hell had I been thinking, writing to this girl? She was so pretty and perfect and had this amazing, magical life just waiting for her and all I could think about was dragging her down into the dirt and shoving my cock into every hole she had.
She’d scream while I did it, too, the same sweet screams that played in my head every night while I jacked off.
I hated myself.
“Why did you lie?” she asked, her voice a whisper.
“To get you away from Taz. It’s not safe with him.”
Mel’s forehead creased in confusion, her brain moving so slowly I could practically see the wheels turning behind her eyes. She might be smart as fuck most of the time, but she’d transitioned to drunker than fuck tonight. Kit. Kit and Em. They’d done this to her.
I leaned in closer, catching her scent. For an instant I swayed, so tempted . . .
“They told me all about you,” she whispered.
“Who?”
“The other girls. Kit, Em. Jessica. I know how you operate,” she continued. One of her hands rose, touching my chest. Fire burst through me, because if I’d wanted her before I was desperate for her now. She was so soft, so sweet . . . so perfect.
Then her words sank in.
“What did you just say?”
“They told me all about you,” she said, eyes dropping to stare at my lips. “They told me you have a Madonna-whore complex.” I froze.
“A what?”
“A Madonna-whore complex,” she repeated, her voice earnest. “You like to screw dirty girls and you put clean girls on pedestals, where they can stay perfect and pure. That’s pretty messed up, Painter. There’s no such thing as Madonnas and whores. We’re all just people.”
The words stunned me. What the hell was she talking about? Just because I didn’t want her dragged down in the drama and bullshit of this life didn’t mean I had some sort of fucking complex. And who the hell were the Hayes sisters to have an opinion? I couldn’t tell what pissed me off more—the fact that they’d talked to Mel about me or that they hadn’t done a better job of scaring her off.
She wasn’t supposed to be here.
“Kit and Em are crazy, and that friend of yours—Jessica? She’s like a car crash. You don’t belong here, Mel.”
“And where do I belong?”
“With some nice kid who’ll treat you like a queen and work his ass off to give you everything perfect for the rest of your life.” The words were practically a growl.
Her eyes widened.
“What if I don’t want perfect?”
“Too fucking bad, because that’s what you’re getting.”



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The New York Times bestselling author of Reaper’s Stand is back in her “uber-alpha rough world of MCs”* as one woman’s future is rocked by the man whose hardcore past could destroy her…

He never meant to hurt her.

Levi “Painter” Brooks was nothing before he joined the Reapers motorcycle club. The day he patched in, they became his brothers and his life. All they asked in return was a strong arm and unconditional loyalty—a loyalty that’s tested when he’s caught and sentenced to prison for a crime committed on their behalf.

Melanie Tucker may have had a rough start, but along the way she’s learned to fight for her future. She’s escaped from hell and started a new life, yet every night she dreams of a biker whose touch she can’t forget. It all started out so innocently—just a series of letters to a lonely man in prison. Friendly. Harmless. Safe.

Now Painter Brooks is coming home… and Melanie’s about to learn that there’s no room for innocence in the Reapers MC.

 


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BOOK BLITZ – Superstition by Lucy Fenton

 

 

Title: Superstition

Author: Lucy Fenton


Genre: Paranormal YA

 Release Date: August 3, 2015


 

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What happens when your childhood nightmares of being bitten by strange creatures in a dark wood aren’t just dreams?

Sixteen-year-old Arden St. John’s life takes a strange turn when she finds an unusual animal injured near her new house on the south east coast of Australia. When she takes it to the local vet, a terrible truth is inadvertently exposed to her.

She discovers a secret underworld, where witches are commonplace and trolls masquerade as queen bees, terrorising the other students with impunity. A world where vampires traffic in the lives of children, draining their bodies once they reach maturity. Where adults auction their own children to extend their lives.

Arden finds out she’s one of those kids, her life traded by the mother she never knew. Now she’s caught up in this ancient and corrupt economy operating just below the surface of modern society. She’s a hot commodity, and it’s only a matter of time before the vampire who bought her comes to claim his prize.

But Arden’s not going down without a fight.


 

 

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Meeting up with Sophie and Grace at lunchtime, Arden decided it was time to confront her future. For better or for worse.

 

“I need to find out what’s going to happen, with the …um, vampire. Who can I ask?” she blurted out. Sophie’s eyes searched hers, concern wrinkling her forehead. Just when Arden thought she wasn’t going to answer, she finally responded, reluctantly.

 

“There’s another boy here who has been sold to the vampires. If you’re sure this is what you want, he might talk to you.”

 

“I’m sure. Who is he?”

 

“His name is Winter. He hangs out with the dope heads around the back of the science labs. His vampire started coming for him last year. I think I saw him at school this morning.”

 

Arden tried to swallow past the lump in her throat but it remained stuck, so she just nodded, suddenly not sure at all.

 

“Do you want me to come with you?” Sophie asked.

 

“No,” Arden shook her head. She didn’t know why, but for some reason she needed to do this on her own. If she freaked out, the fewer people to witness it the better.

 

Arden left her friends, who watched her walk away with worried expressions. She headed towards the science labs, then skirted the building to go around to the back. Trailing one hand along the sun-warmed bricks, she wondered how this would change things. Would these be the last moments of peace, not knowing what was ahead of her? Stalling as she rounded the corner, she looked towards the stairwell that was located in the middle of the building. A group of long-haired, scruffy looking teens noticed her approach and eyed her warily.

 

“Hi! I’m looking for Winter?” she asked.

 

A slight dark blond-haired boy broke away from the group hanging under the concrete stairs. He was thin to the point of emaciation and wore smudged black makeup around his bloodshot eyes. His shoulders were slumped, as if weighted forwards. He caught her gaze and raised an eyebrow. She followed him to an alcove further along the building.

 

“Winter?” she asked, even though she was sure.

 

“What do you want?” he rasped with a smoker’s voice.

 

“Sophie said you might be able to give me some information,” Arden glanced away evasively. It still seemed strange to her to talk about such weird stuff openly.

 

“What sort of information?”

 

Arden removed her watch, holding up her left hand to show him. “Sophie said you could tell what more about what might happen to me.” He swallowed visibly as his eyes locked on her wrist then flicked upwards to meet hers.

 

“Really? You want to know?” The naked fear in his eyes blindsided her, making her uncertain.

 

“Yes,” she whispered finally. “I’m sick of being in the dark. It’s better that I know what to expect.”

 

“No, I don’t think it is.” He shook his head, letting lank shards of hair cover his tired looking eyes.

 

“Why would you think that? I’m sick of all this cryptic shit!” Arden threw her arms up in frustration.

 

“Because it’s bad. They took you to the clearing in the woods, right?” Her gaze skimmed to his wrist and her breath caught when she saw the markings. On his left wrist some of the freckles had changed and had become red dots like blood blisters.

 

She shuddered. “Yes. I still have nightmares.”

 

He softened slightly. “Me too,” he admitted. “I’m surprised they haven’t started in on you yet.” He grabbed her wrist and inspected it, turning it over to see the underside.

 

“Started what?” she asked, tugging her wrist from his grasp.

 

“Snacking.” He grimaced.

 

“Why?”

 

“You’ve been marked by them. I’m surprised your owner hasn’t come to claim you yet. You’re prime steak at the moment, tender young thing that you are.” He sounded bitter and in pain.

 

“Why do they want our blood? How does it work?” she asked, trying to keep the shivers of dread running up her spine from taking over her whole body.

 

“Okay, well starting from the beginning: one of your parents sold you to a vampire when you were born, maybe even before. I know, it sucks. Literally. My dad did it, then took off. My mum tried to get me out of it, but no dice. Now she just cries and tries to keep me from dying after mine nearly drains me. All those books and movies are wrong. They’re not beautiful or misunderstood. Vampires are hideous and it hurts.”

 

“What does? When they bite you? It stung a little but—“

 

“It’s not like the first time,” he said derisively. “They latch onto your neck and suck. You can feel your cells dying as they draw the life right out of you. It’s as painless as a Tabasco enema.” It took her a second before she choked on the gasp of shock. She coughed for a few seconds, which drew a reluctant smirk from him.

 

When she’d recovered enough to speak, she asked, “Can you buy yourself back?”

 

“Only if they’re willing to sell and you pretty much have to give them your own child in exchange. It’s not money they trade in, its life. My dad sold me for a measly thirty years, the bastard.”

 

“Thirty years?”

 

“It’s the life economy. The vampires are like brokers – they buy and sell life. They buy you from your parents for a certain amount of years, assuming that you will live an average lifespan. They give your parent however many years they’ve bargained for, usually forty or fifty years of life. Once you’ve grown enough that the first feeding won’t kill you, they suck it out of you in several goes to maximise the amount harvested. Unless you have an underlying genetic condition, or something like that, they win. They either keep the extra to prolong their own lives or on-sell it to someone else for money.”

 

“That’s horrible!”

 

“Yes. My dad was one of those bastards who gets women pregnant, feeding them lies, whatever necessary to get them to have a child with him. He then sells us and runs off. Supposedly I have half brothers and sisters all over the place, all of them in the same position. With his extra life, he just keeps finding new women to con.”

 

It was hard to believe such evil people existed, but Arden had no reason to doubt Winter was telling the truth. Her stomach felt like it was about to revolt.

 

“How can I find out which vampire bought me and who sold me and for how much?” she asked desperately.

 

“No!” he almost shouted, before looking around to make sure there was no one listening before lowering his voice. “Don’t go asking questions. Wait until they come for you. The last thing you want if they have left you alone is to bring yourself to their attention. Live your life as best you can while you still have all your strength.” He tried to hide it but hopelessness lurked in the darkness of his eyes.

 

“How long do you live once they start?” Arden whispered, searching his eyes for the awful truth.

 

“Not long, maybe a year or two if you’re lucky. With my mum to look after me and pump me full of vitamins, I might get lucky. If you’re still alive after seven feedings they make you one of them.” The red dots on his arm took on a greater significance. She looked down – there were only three yet his eyes were bloodshot and he was sickly looking, as if he had a terminal disease. She realised the chance of surviving seven feedings wasn’t great. Arden gnawed on her lip in distress. This too would be my fate, she thought, though with no one to look after me, I doubt I would have any chance of lasting even this far.

 

“I’m so sorry. Can you go to a doctor and see if they can do anything?”

 

“They just take more blood for their tests, which is the last thing I need. Even blood transfusions don’t help because what they’re taking is your life essence.” Winter stared off into the distance, seemingly lost in his own bleak thoughts. Arden swallowed, trying to get some moisture into her dry throat. Winter turned back to her. “I’m sorry you will have to go through it too. No one deserves this,” he finished bitterly.

 

“What if you killed the vampire? Would you be free?”

 

“How?” he laughed mirthlessly. “They’re stronger and faster and nothing penetrates their skin – knives, guns. Rocket launchers might, but try to get them to stay still. If by some fluke you managed to kill one of them, you’d just get passed on to another one anyway. Plus, if they know it was you, they’d get their revenge. There’s no way out except to survive, but then you’re one of them. It doesn’t matter what you do, you’re screwed.” With that, he turned and started to walk away.

 

Suddenly he stopped and turned back. He lowered his voice. “Oh, umm, speaking of screwed… if you’re still carrying your v-card, you might want to get rid of it as soon as you can.’

 

Almost too afraid to ask, Arden swallowed quickly. “Um, why?” she choked out.

 

“Because that blood is like an intoxicant, and they have been known to lose their shit and tear females apart. You don’t want it to be your first time, and if it is, it might be your last as well.’ The compassion in his eyes was too much. Arden blinked continuously to hold back the liquid in her eyes from equal parts fear and self-pity. Out of her peripheral vision she watched Winter leave, slinking off to join his friends who were sprawled on the grass.

 

Not able to face any more school, Arden grabbed the old bike she’d ridden to school and headed home. She flopped down on her bed, unable to comprehend how her luck had gone from bad to worse in the space of one conversation. Her spinning thoughts centred on what people were telling her was her imminent and unavoidable death. It was terrifying, but deep down she still couldn’t quite believe it was real. It was so deeply unfair, surely adults weren’t just letting this happen? People were basically good, right? She no longer knew how she believed that question was answered. Because lurking in the background was the horrific thought that maybe they weren’t. She wallowed, sinking deeper into her own personal hell.

 

The slamming of a door jarred her out of her thoughts. What was Dad doing home during the day? She rose, going in search of her elusive father. She hadn’t seen him all week. She followed the sound of footsteps, which seemed to be in the front lounge room.

 

“Dad?” she called out, as she walked into the empty room. Searching, she went room to room not finding him. She listened, but couldn’t hear any more sounds. Confused, she stood in the kitchen. All the doors were shut. There was no one in the house. Feeling odd about being alone, she returned to her room and hurried into her wetsuit and left for the beach.

 

Standing on the sand, she thought about her future. There had to be a way out. She couldn’t just wait for them to come for her. Someone had to know something that would help, she just had to find it and not give up. She sat down and wrapped her arms around her bent legs. Resting her chin on her raised knees, she watched the endless waves rolling in, her thoughts settling into nothingness as the hours passed.

 

“Hey!” A warm body plopped down in the sand next to her. Turning her head slightly, Arden peered out through her hair. Nick.

 

“Hi,” she mumbled.

 

“Are you okay?”

 

“No.”

 

“Do you want to talk about it?” he asked kindly.

 

Arden almost laughed. “No, it’s okay. Thanks though.”

 

“Here.” He held something out to her. Pushing her hair back off her face, Arden looked down at his hand. It was a chocolate bar.

 

“Is that for me?”

 

“Yeah. I hope you’re not allergic or anything. You looked like you needed something. Girls like chocolate, so here.” He thrust it forward again.

 

“Um, thanks.” Arden took it from him.

 

“You’ll have to share it with me though, because I only have the one and I really like chocolate.”

 

“Sure.” Arden unwrapped the bar and broke it in half. They sat eating and staring at the waves.

“It will get better you know,” he said finally. Looking into his happy crinkly eyes smiling at her, Arden could see that he genuinely believed that.


 

Author Bio

 

 Lucy Fenton lives in Sydney, Australia with her husband and two children. In addition to writing novels, she works as a freelance copywriter and pens occasional articles for various online magazines. Not being one of those people who had a burning desire to be anything in particular, Lucy worked her way alphabetically backwards through the available degrees at Sydney University. Surprisingly, given the amount of fun she had at school, she finally managed to graduate with a completely unemployable degree in Philosophy. A Law degree soon followed, however, simply to make it possible for some organization to hire her. After ten soul-destroying years wandering aimlessly in the corporate wilderness, she threw it all in and reassessed. Deciding to bring the “one day I will write a book” idea to the present, she started and hasn’t stopped. As a huge fan of the books in general, she writes the kinds of books that she enjoys to read. In her spare time, Lucy Fenton…actually she has no spare time. She sleeps or reads copious amounts of novels instead of sleeping.
 

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PRE-RELEASE BLITZ – Addiction by Shantel Tessier

Title: Addiction

Series: Seven Deadly Sins #1 

Author: Shantel Tessier


Genre: Romantic Suspense

Cover Design: Sommer Stein with Perfect Pear Creative

Photographer: Dave Kelly Artistics

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 Release Date: November 17, 2015


 

 

EARLY PRAISE FOR ADDICTION

 

“Pulled in from page one and I’m still addicted to this book even after finishing it. The twists and turns Shantel takes you on will have your head spinning and your heart pounding.” ~ Judy Miracle

“If you’re looking for a new Addiction then this is the book for you!! Shantel will have you Addicted by the first chapter. I couldn’t put it down.” ~ Kelly Tucker

 

“Addiction is a great story with lots twists and turns that will be sure to keep you on your toes.” ~ Rachael Duncan (Author)


 

Blurb

 

I’m a sinner with no regrets.

I’m a man with no shame.

I’m a lover with no soul.

What am I?

You’re a loner with no friends.

You’re a beggar with no place to go.

You’re a face with no name.

Who are you?

It doesn’t really matter what I am or who you are. Everyone has sin in common. But I pride myself on doing it better. Through the eyes of another, I am envied. If they only knew the wrath I have endured. Greed can be a motherfucker, but it is what makes us strive to be better. Lust can make you burn, but without it you would freeze to death. Some of us are a glutton for punishment and want to feel the pain that reminds us we’re still alive rather than overcome by sloth.

 

The lure of these seven deadly sins is like an addiction. And I intend to indulge in each of these unforgivable sins.

 
 
 

 


 

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Excerpt

I cross my arms over my chest, getting more comfortable. “Come in,” I call out.

The door opens, and she comes walking in as if she owns the place. Shoulders pulled back and chin up. She is dressed much differently than she was last night, but it doesn’t change the fact she’s beautiful. She’s pulled her long, dark hair up into a messy ponytail with loose pieces framing her flawless face. She has an oversized white t-shirt on that hangs off one shoulder. The color of her bra strap gets my attention. Black—my favorite color. She’s wearing a pair of black yoga pants that hugs her thin legs. Even though they cover more of her legs than her shorts did from last night, they seem more sexual. More intimate in a way that makes me want to peel them off her slowly.

“I need to have a word with you …” I arch a brow at her hard tone even though it did sound cute “… sir,” she adds a little softer, and I hide my smile. So she doesn’t have as much backbone as she wants me to think she has.

“I don’t think we’ve been properly introduced,” I say as I stand. I reach out my right hand toward her. “My name is …”

She holds up her hand stopping me. “I know who you are.” She cocks a dark eyebrow. “A word?” She’s all business.

I smirk as I sit back down. “Of course. And please, call me Case.” I gesture to the chair that sits across my desk.

“I’ll stand. This won’t take long.” She takes in a deep breath, and I allow myself a quick look at her large chest hidden behind that t-shirt. I can’t touch her, but I sure as hell can enjoy the view.

“What can I do for you?” I ask with amusement. I can think of several things I could do for her, all of which would require her being naked and bent over my desk. I rub my hands on my thighs as I feel my cock start to harden at the thought of her, open-mouthed, moaning in pleasure.

“My brother told me that he owes you.” She gets right to the point.

My face hardens at that statement. My amusement is replaced with anger. What else did he tell her? “I don’t see where what business I have with your brother is any of yours,” I say flatly.

She crosses her arms over her chest and lets out a huff. The motion blows the dark strands around her face. “That is where you are wrong. I don’t know what he owes you, but I’m willing to pay it.”

I refrain from chuckling at that. I lean forward and place my forearms on my desk. She quickly scans the tattoos on my arms and then looks back at me. “Taylor…”

“Call me Miss Williams,” she informs me lifting her chin.

“Miss Williams, I assure you that you cannot pay what he owes me.”

I watch as her tough act starts to unravel. “I don’t have a lot of money, that’s true. But maybe I can make payments,” she offers, her voice sounding more desperate than demanding.

I shake my head. “This isn’t about money.”

She stomps her foot, and I chuckle. Her beautiful blue eyes narrow on me as she uncrosses her arms and points an angry finger at me. “Name your price!” she demands. “Everyone has a price.”

If she only knew how right she is, but I say, “There is no price.”

She throws her arms out to her side. “I came here …” She pauses as she looks around the room as if it can give her some sort of an answer. Then she mutters a curse in frustration. When she looks back up at me, she looks desperate. Her eyes have softened, making them look lighter than they are. Her lips part as she breathes in a sigh, and her shoulders slump in defeat. And I hate that I like the way it looks. That it makes me feel like she needs me. That I hold all the answers. Too bad she’s not gonna get them.


 

 


Author Bio

 

 

Shantel is a Texas born girl who now lives in Tulsa, Oklahoma with her high school sweetheart, who is a wonderful, supportive husband and their four year old little princess. She loves to spend time cuddled up on the couch with a good book
She has published five books in the Undescribable series and 2 books in the DASH series. She considers herself extremely lucky to get to be a stay at home wife and mother. Going to concerts and the movies are just a few of her favorite things to do. She hates coffee, but loves wine. She and her husband are both huge football fans, college and NFL. And she has to feed her high heel addiction by shopping for shoes weekly.

Although she has a passion to write, her family is most important to her. She loves spending evenings at home with her husband and daughter, along with their two cats and dog.

 

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RELEASE BOOST – Sentenced by L.L. Collins

 

 

Title: Sentenced 

Author: L.L. Collins


Genre: Contemporary Romance/Erotic Romance
 

 Release Date: November 2, 2015


 

Blurb

 

THE BAD BOY: I’m Johnny. An ex-con with a bad attitude and a controlling demeanor that somehow made the women flock to my bed but never my heart. It was unavailable for possession.

THE TEMPTATION: She was just supposed to be a two day hookup. But one taste of her and I knew I was in danger of never getting enough. She has her own demons to contend with, and dealing with my own was hard enough. I won’t allow temptation to take control of me.

THE SENTENCE: I’d given myself a life sentence a long time ago, and she made me want things I wouldn’t allow myself to have. Giving into it just might destroy us both.

 

 

 


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Excerpt

“I’m going to have her before they leave,” I said presumptuously.

 

I felt Cal looking at me. “Oh, boy.”

 

“What?”

 

“You haven’t read much about her, have you?”

 

That caught my attention. “What does that mean? Is she a lesbian or something?” That would abso-fucking-lutely kill me.

 

He cackled. “No, bro. She’s a ball buster, man. No one gives that woman shit. She has quite a reputation. She’s respected as hell, but no one crosses her.”

 

I scoffed. “We’ll see about that.” After all, she was a hot woman. She had to be used to being hit on. And she’d want to be hit on by me. Plus, I didn’t want anything from her other than her body. The nice part was, she was traveling after this. Maybe she’d end up in the Denver area or back here in Florida, and we could hook up again.

 

Cal whistled. “I want to be around when she cuts off your balls and shoves them in your mouth.”

 

I rolled my eyes. “She can’t be that bad. Look at her. She’s probably a hundred and twenty pounds soaking wet.”

 

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you,” Cal said. “I’m going to grab some more beer from the back.”

 

“Need help?” I didn’t say it convincingly, and he knew it.

 

“Nope. You stay here and daydream. That’s about all you’re going to get.”

 

“You watch and see,” I said. “She’ll come to me.”


 

 


 

Author Bio

 

L.L. Collins loves spending her days in the Florida sun with her husband and two boys, reading, and writing. LL has been writing since she was old enough to write. Always a story in her head, she finally decided to let the characters out made her lifelong dream of becoming an author come true in the self-publishing world. She’s the author of the Living Again Series and the Twisted Series, plus a new standalone, Back to the Drawing Board. Visit LL on her website, www.llcollinsauthor.com and on all social media. Look for more of her emotionally charged novels soon!

 

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COVER REVEAL ~ Biting Point (Sex On Wheels 1 ) By Azalea amy Lezlynn

 

 

✯COVER REVEAL ✯

BITING POINT  (Sex On Wheels 1 )

By Azalea amy Lezlynn

 

 

 

 

 

 

LEGEND. KING. LOVER. RACER. 

 

Three-T rules the roads.

 

But this is no televised championship, with its own rules and regulations.

 

There are no pretty flags or set race tracks in these street races.

 

My lover races raw.

 

He races wild.

 

He races illegally.

 

He races like a God.

 

I began to believe such a man could never love a girl like me, but love me he does… all of me … and there are plenty of my fuller-plus-size figured curves to love.

 

Together we stand strong at the head of his exotic car racing dynasty, but there is darkness brewing.

 

As fate would have it, regrets collect like old friends ready to relive his most agonizing moments. 

Dark secrets are awakened, whispering their threats of destruction. 

 

Will they be enough to take us down?

 

The moment arises for him to decide who is more important.

Me or his brotherhood of racing league members? 

 

This is where our legacy with the world’s fastest cars begins.

 

“We Ride Together … As One … ‘Til The End.”

 

WARNING : Possessive, Controlling, Domineering, Loyal, Jealous, Protective & Passionately Sexual Italian Alpha Male – with – slight undertones of ‘Dominance & Submission’. 

{sexual scenes with: fruit, bondage with roses, ice cream & light blood play} 

New Adult, Contemporary, Erotica, Action Adventure.

Due to strong language and graphic sexual content, this book is not intended for readers under the age of 18.


 

 

 

 


 

 

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“You can’t run from Destiny…All Roads Lead to the same destination.” – I live by this self-made motto.

I’m addicted to Italian Ice-Cream & Exotic Fast Cars *this will be made VERY clear in my book*

I am plus size full figured girl and so is my leading lady in my debut novel.
Single, 29 years of age, I am the middle sibling to an older brother and a younger sister.

I am loud, funny and I have no shame in life.

I read dark themed novels or extreme alpha male storylines & BDSM and I like to indulge is hardcore M.C Books & there is very particular Rockstar Series that I love!!! I am addicted to music more than the average human should be. I cannot live without it especially 90’s music. I first started writing at the age of 13 years old where I had won awards in school for my writing skills and original storylines.

Such as the one in my debut series – “SEX ON WHEELS” : Biting Point + Driven Deeper + Ridden Rougher all to be released in 2016.

 

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COVER REVEAL ~ Kinky Sexy Dirty by Christine Reiss

 

COVER REVEAL Kinky Sexy Dirty by Christine Reiss
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Now Available for Pre-order!

kinky sexy dirty

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Release Date: March 29th


Blurb

Cocky. Sexy. Charming. Out of my league.
That’s Dash Wallace. A toe-curling, sheet-ripping mistake waiting to happen.
It would be helpful if he’d stop moving with the grace of a hungry cat. Or staring at me with his thumb stroking the stitches of his World Series ball. We’re talking about the game but all I can think about is how much of my body he can cover with those hands. It’s keeping me from concentrating on what his lips are saying.
Which is dirty. All dirty. I have to gird my freaking loins against this guy. I’m determined to know his secrets and he seems determined to get into my pants.
Sleeping with him could ruin everything, and let’s face it, I don’t trust him enough to let him anywhere near me.

Smart. Witty. Direct. Sexy as a fastball low and
inside.
That’s Vivian Foster. A real pistol with legs till Tuesday.
I can’t get around her. She has a way of asking me one thing
and meaning another, which I’d manage fine if I could get my mind off all the
things I want to do to her. On the desk. In bed. With-a-feather-blindfolded-and-her-hands-tied-to-the-headboard kinds of things.
She doesn’t trust me. Just like everyone else, she thinks I gambled against my own team.
She’s wrong, and I’m going to prove it.


 

About the Authorcd reiss new bio

CD Reiss is a USA Today and Amazon 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 embed TV story structure in her head well enough for her to take a big risk on a TV series structured erotic series called Songs of Submission. It’s about a kinky billionaire hung up on his ex-wife, an ingenue singer with a wisecracking mouth; art, music and sin in the city of Los Angeles.
Critics have dubbed the books “poetic,” “literary,” and “hauntingly atmospheric,” which is flattering enough for her to put it in a bio, but embarrassing enough for her not to tell her husband, or he might think she’s some sort of braggart who’s too good to give the toilets a once-over every couple of weeks or chop a cord of wood.
If you meet her in person, you should call her Christine.

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