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RELEASE DAY BLITZ ~ F*CKING AWKWARD HOLIDAYS: Anthology

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►► 25 Authors, Awkward Sex, Epic Cause ◄◄
 
▬▬▬▬ F*CKING AWKWARD HOLIDAYS ▬▬▬▬

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Holidays conjure up many thoughts- long, chilly nights, snuggled up by the fire, bare feet tucked under the one you love. Some are hallmarks of summer when skin is warmed by more than the sun. There is the after Thanksgiving dinner nightcap, as the smooth, sultry burn of whiskey warms your chest, rendering your limbs heavy or include lazy kisses and wandering hands beneath your best dress on a romantic Valentine’s Day date.
 
But sometimes, Grandma gets boozed up and passes out at the table, your brother gets caught rubbing one out under the fireworks, your kids catch mommy kissing Santa (and not on the lips), your special new toy winds up in the wrong gift bag, a goat steals and wears your sexy new thong and watching the ball drop takes on a whole new meaning.
 
In other words, the holidays can be magical, but sometimes, they’re also just f*cking awkward.
 
Starring:

Taryn Plendl, A. D. Justice, Ahren Sanders, Amanda Maxlyn – Author, Brooke Page, Carey Heywood Author, Christine Manzari, Christine Zolendz, Dina Littner Author, Eliana S. Peters, Author Gina Sheldon, Author HJ Bellus, Kennedy Ryan Author, Laura Ward Author, Leigh Carman, Lex Martin – Author, Lindsey Iler: Author, Liv Morris, Author, L L Collins, Author M. Mabie, Author Magan Vernon, Author Meghan Quinn, Author Mel Ballew, Stacy Kestwick, Trudy Stiles

A Special Foreword written by USA Today Bestselling Author, Tara Sivec’s dog, Fat Ralph!
 

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RELEASE BLITZ ~ F*cking Awkward – A Romantic Comedy Anthology

F*cking Awkward


A Romantic Comedy Anthology

— BLURB —

Romance done right is full of beautiful and awe-inspiring sex, where the only noises are gasps of pleasure, and changes of position happen smoothly and effortlessly. But what happens when it all goes wrong?
 
This collection of short stories will bring you back to the real world, where you laugh to keep from crying, because sometimes, it’s just F*cking Awkward!
 
— AUTHORS —

Taryn Plendl
A.D. Justice
Ahren Sanders
Aly Martinez
Amanda Maxlyn
B.A. Wolfe
Brooke Blaine
Brooke Page
Carey Heywood
Christine Zolendz
CM Foss
Dina Littner
Ella Frank
Heather C. Leigh
HJ Bellus
K. Langston
Laura Ward
Lex Martin
Liv Morris
Mel Ballew
RE Hunter
Stacy Kestwick
Tiffany Aleman
Trudy Stiles
 
 
— PURCHASE for only 99CENTS

 
All profits from digital sales will be going to The Bookworm Box
to distribute to their monthly charity!

Dear reader:

Congratulations on purchasing the Awkward Sex Anthology! A bunch of amazing authors in a group called FTN (We could tell you what this means, but then we’d have to kill you) got together to write the most awkward sex scenes you could imagine, all for charity. You might be thinking to yourself, “I can’t believe I just bought a book called F*cking Awkward” and I’m here to tell you, it’s much better than the titles that were rejected:
 
F*cking Toasters
F*cking Goats
F*cking a Box of Captain Crunch
F*cking a T-Rex While Playing the Trumpet
F*cking My Best Friend’s Neighbor’s Stepsister’s Starbucks Manager While Wearing a Toga
F*cking a Toga
 
I’m just kidding! Nobody wrote a story about f*cking a goat! It was a wombat, actually, and no one pressed charges, so it’s fine. The author is fine, the wombat is fine, EVERYONE IS FINE AND I DIDN’T NEED THERAPY SO STOP LOOKING AT ME LIKE THAT.
Did you know that six out of every seven people in the entire world have experienced an awkward sexual encounter? It’s true. I’ve done extensive research. And by extensive, I mean I did a poll of all the adults in my house – 2 dogs, 3 cats, and my husband and I. I’m pretty sure my dog Fat Ralph was lying when he told me he’d never experienced anything awkward during sex, but he had his nuts cut off when he was six weeks old and is still quite bitter about the whole thing and threatens me with a dog bone shank whenever we chat about sex, so I think it’s 4 best if I stop questioning him about the time I found him in the backyard with a jar of peanut butter, two frogs and the neighbor’s cat wearing pasties.
 
The cat was the one wearing pasties, FYI, not Fat Ralph. That would just be weird.
 
So, grab some booze, sit back, and enjoy these hilariously awkward sex scenes. Give yourself a pat on the back for purchasing a book for charity and another one for never experiencing something as crazy as what you’re about to read. Unless you have. In that case, it’s okay to cry and rock back and forth in the corner screaming, “IT WAS ONLY THAT ONE TIME AND I HAD NO IDEA I WASN’T SUPPOSED TO PUT THAT CUCUMBER THERE!” Six out of seven of us totally understand. Except for Fat Ralph. He’s totally judging you right now.
 
XO Tara Sivec

 
 

 

RELEASE BLITZ ~ Forever With You by Brooke Page

 
 

 

 
 

Title: Forever With You

Series: Conklin’s Trilogy #3.5 (standalone)

Author: Brooke Page

 

Genre: Erotica/Contemporary Romance 

Release Date: March 15, 2016

 


Blurb

 

Becca and Tyler have successfully beaten the odds and now find each at the front of the aisle saying I do. A beautiful dream come true, these newlyweds are ready to spend the rest of their lives as a happily married couple. But Becca has a secret.

 

A secret that will test Tyler’s limits.

 

Can this couple beat the odds once more?

 

Join Becca and Tyler on the honeymoon of a lifetime.

 

 


 

 


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Excerpt

 

“Let me give you kisses.”

She lifted a brow. Becca never believed me when I said her scent and taste turned me on more than anything. My hands found her wrists, traveling along her soft skin until I reached her biceps. I fluidly stood, pulling her completely upright with me. “You’re my favorite flavor, Becca.”

She blushed in response while I stepped completely free from my pants and boxer briefs then reached for Becca’s hand to guide her to our room. Once we found the bed, I spun her in her beautiful gown one last time. She giggled from the action, and the sound of her happiness made my heart melt.

My hands grazed her shoulders, and I used one hand to pull her hair off her neck, exposing her in an intimate way. I massaged gently, making her groan and move her head to the side. I intensified the pressure, causing her to hum in gratitude as my other hand found the clasp of her dress.

The intricate beading disguised the zipper well. Moving my hand from her neck, I traced my other finger down with the zipper. I was expecting a fancy corset, but the sight of her golden skin fueled the pumping blood in my veins even more. The zipper went lower than I’d expected, revealing silk boy short panties, the zipper stopping at the curve of her behind.

The white dress pooled at her feet. I stared in awe at the beautiful woman who was all mine. Her head peeked over her shoulder catching my gaze. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” I whispered, still standing with my hands to my sides. “And you were right, I like this garter much better.” The elastic was laced with silk, Mrs. Tyler Conklin written in script on the fabric. I felt primal and possessive seeing her branded with her new name, with my name.

She swiftly turned so she could face me, her hands finding the collar of my dress shirt. “I’m all yours,” she reassured. My buttons were slowly being undone by her finely manicured hands. Those eyes bore into my chest, the lust clear as her breath released faster with each button. She pushed my shirt off, making me completely bare to her. “And you’re all mine.” Her voice was raspy and possessive, and I was so incredibly turned on.

I tilted my head to find her mouth, gently stroking her lips with mine. Her mouth was an open invitation for my tongue, gliding with hers. Once her hands clung to my hair, I pulled away, gently grabbing her wrists. “Lay down, my gorgeous bride,” I commanded, motioning for her to step backward.

She compliantly obeyed, her body cautiously backing into the bed. She rested on her elbows, her confidence beaming as I took her in from head to toe. Her light brown curls fell gently to the tops of her luscious breasts. She thought they weren’t big enough, but they were full and perky, her nipples delicate and pink and budded to the occasion.

Then my eyes found her stomach. She worked so hard for the tender definition, yet still had the most banging curves and ass on the planet. Her legs were closed, showing her modesty, but began to open slightly from watching where I was focusing. Damn, talk about bringing a man to his knees.

I grasped her ankles, pulling her to the end of the bed. She giggled again, and I couldn’t help but sigh softly while kissing the inside of her thigh. Her giggles quickly faded, and I heard the bed creak as she squirmed.

Time to make my wife weak with pleasure.

 


 

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Author Bio

 

 

Brooke Page is a contemporary romance author who loves writing romantic suspense novels that will lead her readers through twists and turns with each page. She wants her readers to feel like they are a part of the thrill, making their hearts race from not only passion but also the intensity of the story. Brooke has a craft for weaving steam and mystery, giving her readers a story they won’t forget.

 

 

 

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SALE BLITZ – Drawn to You Box Set by Brooke Page

 

 

Title: Drawn to You Box Set

Series: Conklin’s Trilogy #1-3

Author: Brooke Page


Genre: Contemporary Romance 

Release Date: January 22, 2015

 


Blurb

What do you do when your predictable life goes spiraling out of control? When your supposed childhood friend commits the most brutal betrayal, completely gutting you, destroying the life you thought you were meant to have? You make dangerous, careless decisions with your best friend, completely molding yourself into someone you’re not. I thought clubs, alcohol, and promiscuity would numb my pain, sculpt me into the person I should be; strong, confident, alive…

I was wrong.

So now I’m forced to go back home, where the only opportunity to throw my life back on track is located. I never wanted my parent’s wealth or notability, but I’m afraid if I don’t take the flight from Florida to Grand Rapids, I’m going to drown.

But instead of drowning in my own insecurities, I’m being consumed by my boss, Tyler Conklin. His secrets are devouring me, along with his mystery and charming grin. He wants me, his advancements are clear; but so are his exertions to keep me his biggest secret of all.

I’m not sure if I can tolerate being his covert lover, especially when he has so many secrets of his own.


The Trilogy Includes: Conklin’s Blueprints, Conklin’s Foundation, Conklin’s Corruption, and the First FOUR never revealed chapters of FOREVER WITH YOU, the honeymoon novella to Conklin’s Trilogy.

 

 

 

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Excerpt

 

I stroked the most delicate skin I had ever felt with my fingers as I lay on my side, staring at the woman I was going to spend the rest of my life with.

The fire was creating a soft glow on her tanned skin, her long eyelashes resting on her cheeks. A content and satisfied smile was on her face as she rested her head on her hands. Her dark brown hair had faded some from the Miami sun, and her natural hair color was starting to show through. It was pushed to the side and tucked behind her ear. I loved watching my Becca sleep after we made love.

What a sap I’ve turned into. Never did I think I would be content to actually spend time on a woman, cherish her body the way I cherished Becca’s. I had grown up an asshole with an icy heart, and my Becs swooped in and slowly melted it to the core, letting it beat strong and only for her.

Sure Margo was in the back of my mind, but once Becca and I connected, I knew I would never touch her ever again. My hands belonged on only one woman, and I planned on touching her greedily for as long as we both shall live. Maybe I could incorporate that into our vows.

I smirked at the thought. Vows… I really am a sap for thinking about vows.

By some miracle, my fucked-up family didn’t scare Becca away. RJ was a piece of work, and I wanted to rip his head off so badly every time I caught him glancing at Becca’s beautiful body. He would get that smutty look in his eyes, and I immediately wanted to deck the bastard. But for some reason, he backed off recently. My mother even called me before the Valentine’s Day fundraiser completely baffled because RJ had been coming home to her more often, and he rarely did that. He even wanted to spend time with her.

I honestly couldn’t give two shits what went on between my parents. While I was growing up they despised each other, and I never looked up to them for anything. I only looked up to my grandparents.

I wish they could have met Becs. They would have loved her.

I stroked Becca’s back again then kissed her forehead. I had to get up and use the restroom. I couldn’t hold it in anymore. I pulled up the sheet, dropping some of the rose pedals in the process of covering her. The fire was warm, but the temperature was dropping. We were lucky enough to have the semi-nice weather for the evening, but as the sun went down, so would the temperature.

I grumbled when I went into the master bedroom. They hadn’t put in the toilet yet, fucking Mitch. Bastard never did anything right. I had to hound him every damn day to get this house done in the short amount of time. Breaking ground in the winter was a real bitch, but I wanted our house ready as soon as possible.

I knew I wanted Becca to be my wife after Christmas when she bravely showed herself to me. I had fallen in love with her mind and personality first. I always thought she was beautiful, but really getting to look at her, I knew I had to have her body as well. She had to be mine, forever and legally.

I finally found a working toilet in the bathroom off of the kitchen. Thankful they had turned the water on, I washed my hands. The water was freezing cold, and I couldn’t wait to get back by the fire and to my nice, warm Becs. Maybe she would be ready for round two. I never thought I’d be able to rally like I could with Becca. God she turned me on. I swiftly walked through the cooling house, glad I slipped on my boxer briefs. The last thing I needed to worry about was shrinkage, and the cold of the water on my hands wasn’t helping. I walked into the cutout where the Christmas tree would be placed to the curved glass door. I stopped in my tracks as I noticed something out of the corner of my eye when I looked at the fireplace.

I hadn’t seen the fireplace until tonight. Mitch was working on it this week, and those bricks looked awfully familiar. I slowly walked over, attempting to examine the bricks in the dim light from the candles outside. I was happy I put them in tall vases so the breeze from the water wouldn’t blow the flames out. Frustrated I couldn’t see, I ran outside to grab my phone, a small smile on my lips noticing that Becca hadn’t moved.

I loved fucking her into a coma.

I quickly went back inside, using the flashlight app on my phone to examine the bricks.

That fucker.

He used RJ bricks.

Now if it was just one, it would be different. I would understand. They really were useful. I could hide some cash and important papers like wills or birth certificates.

A marriage license.

God, I had turned into a real pussy.

I could recognize an RJ brick from a mile away, and this fireplace was filled with them. I knew where the little nub was that opened them. I touched it, fiddling, trying to get the damn thing to open. Once I did, fury swept over me with what I found.

Remembering that there were more bricks outside, I marched to the porch, searching frantically. They were everywhere. How did I not notice them outside?

I went to the fireplace by where my baby doll was sleeping, skimming my hands over the bricks.

Damn it.

Just as I was about to open one, the precious voice that had a spell on me said my name.

“Tyler? What are you doing? Come back here and keep me warm.” Her voice was low and raspy. When I turned around, she was sitting up, holding the blanket to her chest. She bit her lip in that provocative way, her head tilted to the side, hair mussed and sexy.

“Nothing, I was just checking the fire,” I lied, putting on my most believable smile.

I hated lying to her. But there were just some things she was better off not knowing. If she knew something, she would be involved and then she could get hurt. I wasn’t about to let anything happen to her. Ever.

Becca slowly pulled the sheet down, revealing herself. God I loved that she wasn’t afraid to be naked in front of me anymore. I would never tire from staring at her. Like the lap puppy I was, I crawled onto the wide lounger, devilish smirk in place and attacked her, ignoring that my dumbass brother just hid drugs all over Becca’s and my dream home.

 


 

Author Bio

 

Brooke Page is a contemporary romance author who loves writing romantic suspense novels that will lead her readers through twists and turns with each page. She wants her readers to feel like they are a part of the thrill, making their hearts race from not only passion but also the intensity of the story. Brooke has a craft for weaving steam and mystery, giving her readers a story they won’t want to put down.

 

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