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BOOK TOUR ~ Empire (Cartel Trilogy #3) by Lili St. Germain

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The breathtaking finale to the Cartel Trilogy by Lili St Germain

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Is FINALLY HERE!

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Blurb

People aren’t born monsters.

They’re created.

I’d been with Dornan Ross for the better part of a decade. Slept in his bed, sewn up his wounds, tasted his blood, seen inside his soul.

But even I wasn’t prepared for what he did.

I should have known it would always come down to this, from the very moment I laid eyes on him in that motel.

I should have known his salvation was too good to be true.

Because it’s all gone now, the impossible love I had for him bleeding away in the darkness that came afterward.

Now there’s only hate.

Now I just want to escape.

Even if it means I have to kill him to be free.

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ABOUT THE CARTEL TRILOGY

How much is a life worth?

Mariana Rodriguez is the eldest daughter of a Colombian drug lord. Growing up in Villanueva, Colombia, she has never wanted for anything. Private schools, a lavish lifestyle, and the safety of the Cartel that her father works for.

At nineteen, she’s got her entire life mapped out, and what a good life it’s going to be: graduate from college, move to America, and finally be free from the stifling grip of the Cartel.

Only, her father messes up. A shipment of cocaine – a very large, very valuable shipment – is seized by the authorities whilst under his care and he becomes liable for the debt. Half a million dollars’ worth of cocaine.

Half a million dollars he does not have.

But he has a daughter, a very smart one, a daughter who would give up her very existence and offer herself as payment for her father’s sins, to ensure her family survives.

But falling in love with the man who owns her isn’t part of the plan…



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EXCERPT

John paid the waitress and she took my waffles to box up. I’d barely touched them, too busy talking, but I might want them after a couple of hours’ sleep.

‘You got a bathroom?’ John asked her. The woman looked at him like he was an idiot. She didn’t even respond with words, just pointed to a door in the back.

‘I’m gonna go get this cleaned up,’ he said.

I held up my purse. ‘I’ll come with you. I brought extra gauze. Since you insist on not getting stitches.’

Luckily there was a staff bathroom and changeroom that nobody seemed to be using. John held the door open for me and then locked it, testing it to make sure it couldn’t open. We were good. He leaned down while I took off the old gauze and tried my best to clean the wound again. It was deep, and looked nasty.

‘Does it hurt?’ I asked him.
He shrugged. ‘I’ve had things hurt a lot more.’
‘Like what?’
He licked his lips, put his hands on my waist. ‘Like my cock right now.’
Lust dragged through my belly like wildfire and I swear, I felt my pupils dilate.
‘Oh, yeah? Your cock needs medical attention, too?’

He smirked, pulling me close with a forceful jerk. I could feel his hardness against my belly, and I wanted it all to myself. An empty ache throbbed between my thighs, demanding to be filled.

He brought a finger to my chin, tilting my face up to his. One kiss. That was all it took for my lamb to become a lion.

‘Take your fucking panties off before I rip them off.’ His eyes burned with desire and I felt my heart skip a beat.

Shit. I was about ready to come just from his words.

I hitched my skirt up, making it a show for him as I hooked my thumbs into the edges of my panties and slid them down my thighs. I was wearing white panties, and there was a clear wet patch on the inside. John saw it as I stepped out of the panties and he made a growling noise in the back of his throat, snatching them from me.

He fell to his knees before me, prising my thighs apart. I had to shuffle my feet wider apart to accommodate him. His tongue touched me, ever so gently, and it took everything inside me not to scream.

‘John,’ I begged. I wasn’t even sure what I was begging for. I just knew that I needed him, desperately. He slid a finger inside me and I tightened around it, involuntary, pulsing with need. A finger wasn’t going to be enough. I needed him. Inside me. Now. I squeezed his head, my hands fisted in his hair. Every time his tongue touched me, it was like a fucking inferno lit up inside me. Every time he pulled away, I pressed my hips forward, seeking that wet caress that was threatening to bring me undone in a Denny’s bathroom stall. Of all places. Guess I’d been wrong. Seemed we really were going to fuck in a restaurant bathroom.

When he pulled his face away, I just about crumpled over on myself. I caught a look at myself in the mirror – clumped mascara from the nap I’d taken on the kitchen counter earlier; my cheeks flushed.

‘Somebody might catch us,’ John said, that teasing glint in his eye.

I held onto his arms, my legs still shaking from the way he’d cruelly taunted me until I was almost coming. ‘Let’s shoot everyone on that bridge when we come to it,’ I said, pulling my tank top down to expose a nipple. I pulled his hair, and he went with it, bringing his mouth to my pebbled nipple and sucking hard enough that pleasure hummed dangerously close to pain.

He pulled his mouth away and picked me up effortlessly, his hands cupping my ass cheeks. ‘Wrap your legs around me,’ he murmured. I did, breathless with anticipation as he walked me backward to the sink. He dropped me onto the edge, and luckily the thing was built solid enough, because he hitched my skirt up and slammed into me so hard, my head went back into the mirror and left a little crack in the glass. Not enough to draw blood. Not even enough to see stars. But enough that I hoped I’d be driving past this Denny’s with Dornan one time, and have to stop off, and come in here to relive this moment, one crack in the mirror and John’s hand over my mouth as he made me come so hard, I drew blood along his arm with my fingernails. Especially when he pulled back and with every insistent thrust inside me, he told me he loved me. I love you. Fuck. I love you. Fuck! At one point, I thought his love was going to send me through the wall and into the next room. With my free hand I gripped the edge of the basin, as hot, wet kisses trailed up my neck, one thumb on my clit, making me come so hard I bit down on his shoulder without thinking, and John shuddered forcefully as he came inside me.

I felt bruised inside. I’d be sore for days after that. Some very sick part of me wondered if I’d still feel like this, raw and tender, the next time Dornan put his hands or his mouth or his cock near me.

I hoped so.

I know, it’s not right. I never said I was a good person, did I? Part of me was already looking forward to the bruised places Dornan would touch inside me, the map John had made when he’d fucked me, and that Dornan would never know I was feeling John’s touch when he was inside me.

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About the Author:lili

Lili writes dark romance, suspense and paranormal stories. Her serial novel, Seven Sons, was released in early 2014, with the following books in the series to be released in quick succession. Lili quit corporate life to focus on writing and so far is loving every minute of it. Her other loves in life include her gorgeous husband and beautiful daughter, good coffee, Tarantino movies and spending hours on Pinterest.

She loves to read almost as much as she loves to write.

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RELEASE DAY BLITZ ~ Dirty (A Real Man #8) by Jenika Snow

 

 

 

I’m going to show her how good it can be to get dirty…


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Moving to a small town for a new job was the only thing I should be focused on. But the first time I see Gabe, all of that goes out the window. He’s the owner of a garage in the town I now call home, and picturing the filthy things he’d do to me with those grease-stained hands fills my head.
The way he looks at me makes me feel like a woman, like he’s undressing me with his eyes … like he could teach me a thing or two about what a real man does with a woman in his bed.
I don’t care if being with him is fast or sudden. I want him to devour me.

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The first time I lay eyes on Josephine, I know she’ll be mine.
I won’t stop until she is.
I want to get my dirty hands all over her. I want to make that creamy pale skin of hers dark from grease, and red from holding onto her.
And I’ll do all of that, because there’s no way I’m backing off, not until I know I have her.

Warning: You like filthy and insta-love? Well, this story is full of it. If you’re into a hero who knows how to handle his woman, and a heroine who’s all about tall, dark, and dirty, you better hang on because this story will most definitely give you whiplash.

I left the bathroom, my focus on the ground, my thoughts on the crazy things I was feeling. I slammed right into someone and assumed it was Gabe from the way he cupped my arms and the low, masculine grunt that left him. But when I looked up, it was some random guy. He was young, maybe fresh out of high school. He smelled like middle school though, like that eighth grade Cool Water aroma that wasn’t bad but also brought back those awkward adolescent memories.
“Sorry,” he said, a grin already in place. “You new here? Just passing through?”
I didn’t want to be rude, but I also didn’t want to small talk with some random guy about whether or not I was new in town. It might have been some cheesy pickup line, or he could have been trying to genuinely be nice. Either way, I wasn’t in the right headspace for it.
He still had his hands on my arms, but before I could move away or even respond to his question, I saw Gabe step up behind him. Gabe was a whole head taller than this guy.
“You got somewhere else to be,” Gabe said, not phrasing it like a question.
The guy turned around, and the expression on his face told me he was annoyed. “Excuse me—” But that last word kind of hung in the air between them when he saw Gabe.
“I’m sure you got something else to do than speaking with Josephine,” Gabe said. He crossed his big arms, this easy but also serious expression hanging over him.
“Hey, Gabe,” the guy said.
Okay, they clearly knew each other.
“I didn’t know she was yours,” the guy said, holding up his hands. There was no weirdness between them. But there was this dominance coming from Gabe.
The guy ended up leaving, and I stood there wondering what in the hell had just happened.
“Ready?” Gabe said as if that little exchange wasn’t weird as hell. He went to leave, but I felt myself rooted to the spot.
“What was that?”
He stopped and looked over his shoulder. “What?” He turned fully around then.
“That…that…” I was at a loss for words right now. He’d been marking his territory. That’s what it had certainly seemed like. But that couldn’t be. I hardly knew him. And would a man be possessive of a woman he just met? He hadn’t even hit on me, and aside from a few looks I’d seen him throw my way, he’d seemed indifferent toward me.
He lifted a dark eyebrow. “That was what?”
I didn’t know, so instead of saying anything, I just opened and closed my mouth.
“Come on,” he said, his voice deep.
I found myself following him out of the diner, across the parking lot, and when I had my hand on the door handle, I finally found my voice.
“That was fucking ridiculous.” I surprised even myself with the words that spilled out of my mouth. Gabe had my door already opened, but he was on the driver’s side, waiting. When I spoke, he shut his door and walked around the truck to where I stood.
“You think so?”
I nodded, crossing my arms over my chest. “Yeah, I do. You don’t even know me.” he had the passenger side door closed a second later, and placed his hands on either side of me. He moved close, his big body pressed almost to mine. I had my hands hanging at my sides, my throat tight, my breath stalling. “What are you doing?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper.
“What does it look like I’m doing?” He glanced down at my mouth.
I swallowed the lump in my throat. “It looks like you’re invading my personal space.” And he was, really invading it, but the thing was I wanted more of it. I felt hot, a flush stealing over me, making my heart beat faster and my palms sweaty. He smelled so good too. Gabe smelled like a real man. All man.
“You don’t want me this close?” he asked, his voice low, the hint of a question hanging between us. “Or maybe you do like it.” He pressed his body flush with mine, hard to soft. He was all lines, masculine dips, sinew, and precise muscle.

“I don’t even know you,” I managed to say again, but it was clear, even to me, that not knowing him intimately didn’t mean a thing. I didn’t care that there were probably people staring at us, that we looked like a couple about to get it on.
God, I’d like to get it on.
“What do you want to know about me?” he asked, his focus on my eyes now. “I’ll tell you anything you want.”
I believed he would.
“For starters, I don’t know your last name.”
“Dressin,” he said without missing a beat.
“Or your age—”
“Thirty-five.” He fired that answer back at me, his gaze on my lips again. I couldn’t help but lick them. A guttural groan spilled from him, and I felt myself get wetter, felt my panties become soaked for this man.
When he slowly lifted his eyes to mine, he was heavy-lidded, his arousal clear. It was like our lust for one another bounced between us. I absorbed his, he absorbed mine, and together it was so intense we were saturated with it.
“What are you doing?” I asked again, but this time in a barely there whisper. He didn’t speak for a second, but the look he gave me screamed one word.
Mine.



Jenika Snow is a USA Today Bestselling Author that lives in the northwest with her husband and their two daughters. Before she started writing full-time she worked as a nurse.

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