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Release Blitz – Twisted Affair Vol. 5 by M.S. Parker
I didn’t want to believe it when my PI told me that everything I’d thought I’d known about my wife and my lover was a lie. But he’d had proof. Now I needed to decide what I was going to do with the knowledge I had.
When former playboy Blayne Westmore discovers the horrific secret in Livie Dusek’s past, he knows that he has a choice to make. No matter what he does, however, he knows that someone is going to get hurt.
Livie thought walking away from her husband was the hardest thing she ever had to do. What she doesn’t know is that he now holds information that is going to change everything.
The final installment of M.S. Parker’s Twisted Affair series is here. See how the roller coaster ends.
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M.S. Parker is a USA Today Bestselling author and the author of the Erotic Romance series, Club Privè and Chasing Perfection.
Living in Southern California, she enjoys sitting by the pool with her laptop writing on her next spicy romance.
Growing up all she wanted to be was a dancer, actor or author. So far only the latter has come true but M. S. Parker hasn’t retired her dancing shoes just yet. She is still waiting for the call for her to appear on Dancing With The Stars.
When M. S. isn’t writing, she can usually be found reading- oops, scratch that! She is always writing.
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BLOG TOUR – Wayward Soul by K Renee
MC Series
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and never being enough for her parents. Starting college in Seattle is the
opportunity she has been waiting for to shed her old image and create a new
one. Casey is on the path to destruction. In a year, she has gone from the
loner to the wild child. Can she be saved before she destroys herself?
his aunt and uncle step in and move him and his mom to Vegas, Gunner is finally
able to be a kid again. Growing up with the VP of the Wayward Saints MC in Las
Vegas, Gunner knew he wanted to be the some kind of man his uncle is.
Dependable. Loyal. Fierce. With retaliation on his mind, can he stay true to
himself and the first girl he’s ever cared about?
my car door and opens it for me. I smile at him, then grab his hand, leading
him inside and straight to my bedroom. Once the door is closed, he pulls me
into his arms and roughly kisses me. I moan into his mouth, running my hands
down his sides, then back up to his chest. Slowly, I pull off his cut, breaking
our kiss. One thing I learned from hanging out with Anslie and her brothers is
that you never disrespect the cut. They represent them and their club. By
looking at their cuts, you learn what club they belong to and where they rank.
I fold it and set it on the chair in the corner of the room.
a cross between awe and surprise. His eyes meet mine before pulling me back
against his body. His hands reach up into my hair, tangling his fingers around
the stands. He gives it a tug and I open my mouth for him, our tongues dancing
together. Backing me towards the bed, he lays me down. Leaning over me, he runs
his fingertips down my body, slowly inching my dress above my hips. His fingers
gently glide up my thigh until he barely touches my blue silk thong.
erection throbbing against my wet panties. Reaching my hands inside his shirt,
I can feel how solid he is. I unbutton his shirt and pull it down his muscular
arms. His hands grip the bottom of my dress, tugging it up and over my head.
Groaning in appreciation, his eyes take in my body. I lean down and kiss him
roughly, my hands wandering down his chest and landing on his belt. I undo it
quickly and unbutton his jeans, tugging them a bit to let him know what I want.
He rises up a little and I push them over his hips. He rubs me up and down his
length and I wiggle my hips.
both up the mattress. “Beauty, you got anything to play with?” I
smirk. What girl doesn’t have a toy? Maybe Anslie, but I will make sure she
gets one soon!
of my bed. He grins and walks over to the drawer. Watching the way his ass
flexes when he walks, I just about come undone. His back is broad and toned, and I want nothing more than to lick it. I
watch him pull out my bright pink vibrator and some lube. He also finds my mini
bullet and brings everything back to the bed with him. I look at him with one
eyebrow raised and he just smirks. Taking the mini bullet, he gets down on his
knees. Kissing up my thighs, he pulls me closer to the edge of the bed. Slowly,
he rubs the mini bullet over my panties, then pushes my panties to the side and
turns it on. He slides it into my core and I can’t help the moan that comes
out. His fingers are rubbing my nub, making me wetter by the minute.
decided to put her imagination to paper. K. Renee is an avid reader. During the
day she works in an office and at night she writes. These stories have been in
her head for years and are finally coming out on paper.
young. I started this series because this story wouldn’t get out of my head, no
matter what I did. I’m 27 years old. I typically write in my free time or on my
lunch break at work. I work full time and I try and go to the gym every day. I
read all the time and have hundreds that I can’t wait to start on still.
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rules?
President of the Wayward Saints MC, Cason Davoli. After her mom takes her away
from the club at just five years old, certain circumstances bring her back into
the club under her older brother’s watchful eye.
President of the Wayward Saints MC. At twenty-one, he thinks he’s got it all,
the club, his family, and no woman tying him down. One family barbecue and his
world is turned upside down. Brantley knows Prez’s daughter is off limits, but
he still craves her.
other, or will they have to deal with the consequences
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Valentine – Wayward Saints MC Book 1.5
she loved fight for his life, Anslie Davoli has finally gotten her happily ever
after. Seven years after they met, Brantley Insico finally has everything her
never knew he wanted. He has his boys and the girl of his dreams back in his
life. Things are as perfect as they can be in a MC.
Anslie has the perfect day. He enlists the help of the twins and his parents.
He’s got it all planned out and can’t wait to show her what she means to him.
Can he make her day perfect or will it go down in flames?
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Katherine Moore has loved Michael Matthews since they were children. She’s also in love with his best friend. After her world was turned upside down, she made an impulsive choice which may have cost her the loves of her life. Now, as she tries to make amends, she has to choose one of them. But how do you choose between two men who love you unconditionally?
COVER REVEAL ~ Promises to Keep by Maegan Beaumont
(Sabrina Vaughn Book #3)
Author: Maegan Beaumont
Publisher: Midnight Ink
Release Date: August 8th, 2015Add to Goodreads
“SFPD—I know you’re back there. Come out with your hands where I can see them,” she said in a tone that gave little doubt as to her intent if her command wasn’t followed.No response, just the slight flutter of the curtain that told her that who or whatever was behind it was still there.
“I said, SFPD. Come out—”
A pair of feet appeared, nothing more than the tops and toes. They were small and pale in the steady beam of her flashlight.
Holy shit. It was a kid.
She changed tactics, softened her tone but still held firm. “It’s okay, you’re safe. I’m a
police officer—it’s okay to come out now,” she said but didn’t lower her gun. There was a chance the child behind the curtain wasn’t alone.
Small feet shuffled closer and a hand peeked out from the split between the curtains. The opening was pulled wider to reveal a white face—dark, vacant eyes and a sharp nose set in a face that was painfully thin. Equally thin shoulders and torso appeared as the kid moved forward slowly. Just like the dead boy upstairs, he was naked.
“Are you alone back there?” she said. The kid didn’t answer, just stared at her with
those empty eyes. She motioned the child closer. “Come here, it’s okay.” She looked at Strickland and tipped her head in the direction of the curtain. He nodded and moved forward, gun raised.Sabrina reached out and latched onto the boy’s arm, pulling him toward her. The second her fingers made contact, he went crazy—swinging and shouting in a language she
didn’t understand.
She dragged the boy clear of the curtain. He fought against her grip, screaming and
flailing, while Strickland did a sweep of the room behind it. He came out a few seconds later. “Nothing. Just a mattress, TV and another camcorder.” he said over the din of the boy’s screaming. “What the hell is he saying?”
She shook her head and looked at the boy, saw his face, white and stretched thin with terror. He wasn’t speaking English but his fear was obvious. “Shhh, shhh—it’s okay. We’re here to help,” she said, hoping her tone would convey the message her words couldn’t.
The boy darted away from her, nothing but a pale blur as he bolted toward freedom and she started after him, pounding up the steps, Strickland two strides behind her. She reached the top of the stairs and saw him running down the darkened hallway, darting this way and that.
“Stop him,”
she shouted, hoping the uniform at the front door would be quick enough to
catch him.
The boy cut to the left and she followed, through the living room doorway. He saw the uniform, blocking his way out and he darted to the left again, cutting across the room to the other side of the house. Toward the room where the dead boy probably still lay stretched out on the floor.
“Don’t go in there,” she said, even though he didn’t understand her. He disappeared through the doorway seconds before she reached it. She skidded to a stop, blocking the
doorway. The coroner, Mandy Black, hunkered down next to the body on the floor
but the whole of her attention was concentrated on the boy who just burst into the
room. He was crouching in the corner furthest away from the doorway, knees drawn tight against his chest by arms so thin and pale they looked like twigs, bleached white by the sun.
He started rambling again, eyes, like miniature black holes, aimed at the body on the
floor. She started to cross the threshold but Mandy threw up a hand and shook her head. Sabrina stalled out mid-stride and watched as Mandy stood, crossing the room on slow and steady feet. She said something in what sounded like the same language the boy was speaking and as if Mandy had thrown a switch, he stopped talking.
Sabrina watched and listened. Mandy got closer and closer, still speaking the strange
language in a low, easy tone that seemed to sooth the boy. It sounded Slavic—maybe Russian. Strange coming from the woman crouched on the floor. She must’ve asked him a question because the boy nodded, eyes suddenly flooded with tears. He started to speak again but his speech had lost its hysterical edge. Mandy got close enough to reach out and touch him but she didn’t. She kept her hands at her sides, shaking her head as she crouched low and slow in front of him. She kept talking. The boy kept listening.
“What. The. Fuck,” Strickland said behind her. “Coroner Barbie speaks gibberish.”
“It’s not gibberish, dickhead. It’s Russian,” Mandy said without looking up.
She felt a prickle, like electricity dancing along her skin. What was a Russian boy doing in an abandoned house in San Francisco? One that had obviously been held against his will?
She looked away from the boy crouched in the corner to the one dead on the floor.
“Ask him if he knows the victim,” she said.
Mandy spoke quietly and the boy answered, shaking his head. “No. He said he’s never seen
him before.”
Sabrina studied the boy on the floor. He was small and blond. She entered the room and
squatted down next to the body. She peeled back a lid and looked at his eyes. They were milky but she could see enough of the iris to know they were light in color.
She stood. “I need some air,” she said, brushing past Strickland on her way out the door. She could feel him watching her and she silently urged him not to follow.
She didn’t need air. She needed to call Ben, because there was a very real chance that she’d just found Leo Maddox.
Past horrors bleed into a present day nightmare
Fifteen years ago, a psychotic killer abducted seventeen year old Melissa Walker. For 83 days she was raped and tortured before being left for dead in a deserted church yard… But she was still alive.Melissa begins a new life as homicide inspector, Sabrina Vaughn. With a new face and a new name, it’s her job to hunt down murderers and it’s a job she does very well.
When Michael O’Shea, a childhood acquaintance with a suspicious past, suddenly finds her, he brings to life the nightmare Sabrina has long since buried.
Believing that his sister was recently murdered by the same monster who attacked Sabrina, Michael is dead set on getting his revenge–using Sabrina as bait.
Sacrificial Muse (Book #2)
She is his muse, and the fates require sacrifice.San Francisco Detective Sabrina Vaughn is able to shrug off the nine red roses being delivered to her office every day. But when only eight roses arrive on the same day a Berkeley student’s mutilated body is found, Sabrina fears that the killer is taunting her. Forced into a partnership with a deceitful reporter who somehow remains one step ahead of her, Sabrina discovers that she’s the object of a psychopath’s twisted delusion . . . and there may be no escape.
When she isn’t busy fulfilling her duties as Domestic Goddess for her high school sweetheart turned husband, Joe, and their four children, she is locked in her office with her computer, her coffee pot and her Rhodesian Ridgeback, and one true love, Jade.
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