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RELEASE BLITZ – Wild Hearts by Eve Newton & Franca Storm

Feb 22

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Title: Wild Hearts

Series: Blood & Judgment #1

Author: Eve Newton & Franca Storm

Genre: Paranormal Romance

Release Date: February 22, 2016

Blurb

Two alpha women on a mission. Two alpha males hungry to claim them.

But can these wild hearts be tamed?

Rough and hard-as-nails Alpha wolf, Aria. Classy and fierce vampire, Ember.

The strongest of their kind, they reluctantly join forces to protect the supernatural world from extinction.

Things become complicated when an all-powerful warlock sets his sights on Ember, while a soldier of the enemy seeks to claim Aria. Passions and desires ignite. Loyalties are tested. Enemies abound.

The stage is set for one hell of an epic battle in the first installment of this smoldering paranormal romance saga.

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I gasp in shock as the foggy darkness dissipates and the intruder is revealed.

He’s standing over by the door in a rigid, ready-for-anything pose. A soldier’s stance if I ever saw one. My eyes wander over him. His brown hair that’s styled in a military crew cut. Those deep, enthralling hazel eyes that have this uncanny ability to hold me captive in a way I’ve never known before. The golden breastplate covering his broad, muscular torso. My gaze dips lower to some sort of kilt-like thing extending to the top of his thighs. His legs are protected by golden armor and his knee-high boots appear metallic too. But the thing that stands out above all else is that awful Sword of Judgment holstered at his right hip.

Cahl.

Fuck. He’s here to finish the job. How the hell did he find me?

I scramble to wrap the duvet around me to hide my nakedness. That, in itself, is an odd reaction for me. I feel shy about being exposed to him. That’s never been the case for me before. I’ve never been ill at ease with being unclothed.

I hurry off the bed, clutching the duvet tightly to my chest with one hand, while keeping my other free to defend myself with if he makes a sudden move.

I can feel that I’m healed now and back at full strength, so I only need one to take this Ambassador asshole down. That’s pretty cocky, but I know my power. Even though I definitely felt that he was stronger than the other Ambassadors I’ve come into contact with in the past, I know I can still hold my own.

He tenses up as I approach. But he’s not tensing in preparation for a fight. No, I can see it in his eyes. He’s…nervous. Nervous? That’s weird.

“Why couldn’t I see you? Smell you?”

“Black magic,” he answers, simply. “I could not allow your wolf pack to sense my presence.”

Oh my God. “What have you done?”

His brow furrows. “Done?”

“To my wolves? If you’ve hurt them—”

“I am not here for that.”

“How did you track us here?” I demand, getting ready to call my wolf claws to the surface. He might not be readying for battle, but I’m not a fool. It must just be a trick; a new tactic to try to get me to lower my defenses, or something.

“Your pack does not concern me. Neither does your vampire ally.”

Nice try at deflecting the question. “How?” I thunder.

He seems confused. “It was you.”

Huh. Wasn’t expecting that. “What?”

“You called me to you.”

He steps forward, leaving merely a few inches between us as his towering six-foot-five wall of muscle and armor looms over me. “What spell have you cursed me with?”

What the actual hell? “Spell? I’m not a witch, asshole.”

“You may not be, but you could certainly have employed one.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Your scent is more potent than any other Tainted breed I have encountered and I cannot dispel it from my consciousness. You plague me with thoughts of you and…sentiment for you.”

It takes me a moment, but then realization dawns on me. Wow. “It’s called attraction.”

“Attraction?”

“It’s not a spell. You’re attracted to me.” Of course he thinks it’s the result of a spell, because Ambassadors are not known for feeling or showing any sort of emotion. He probably has no idea what to do with it.

Oh, this is nice. I can use this.

“I do not accept that. I have a mission. I do not desire any woman, especially not a Tainted target. You have spelled me.”

I glare at him. “Don’t flatter yourself, soldier boy. Do you really think I want you anywhere near me?”

I see him take that in, thinking it over. And then he says, “Then this is a ruse.”

I step closer until we’re only inches apart. His eyes widen, that nervousness back again as he struggles to maintain eye contact. Hmm…I make him nervous? Very interesting. That works for me.

“I don’t play games. And the idea that you’re attracted to me, disgusts me.” Okay, maybe that’s not the whole truth when it comes to the attraction thing, but I need it to be. “Your kind murdered my dad! I hate you all!” I snarl, rage rising within me from just recalling that awful day.

He catches me off guard, making me gasp, as he suddenly grabs my chin. Just like back at that hotel, his touch is gentle.

He regards me curiously for several excruciating long moments of incredible awkwardness. For the life of me, I don’t know why the hell I don’t pull away. Jesus. What is this? Why isn’t my hatred for him pure and straightforward like it is for the rest of his Ambassador kind?

“You feel it too,” he says. “I can see it in your eyes. You are right. This is not a spell.” He releases me and he backs away, shaking his head. “How is this possible?”

“Hell if I know. I don’t care.”

“You should be no more than a target,” he goes on, turning his back to me as he continues shaking his head with disbelief.

I can’t believe he’s actually turning his back. A soldier turning his back to his enemy? Talk about letting his guard down in a major way. He’s really affected by this. He’s not thinking clearly. I know I should take advantage of it. Ambassadors are my enemies. He is my enemy.

But a part of me is hesitating. I don’t understand it. Get a fucking grip, Aria! I need to take this asshole down and he’s just given me an in that won’t result in me sustaining so much damage for once, unlike every other time I’ve come up against one of his kind.

I draw in a breath to clear my damn head. Do it! Do it!

“Cahl,” I say in a voice purposely full of sugary sweetness.

He turns back to me.

I release my grip on the duvet. It pools at my feet, leaving me standing there before him completely naked.

My odd shyness from before is nowhere to be found. This is a mission now. I have the upper hand here. He’s completely out of his element. Weak. He attacked me back at the hotel when I was wounded and weak. This is just me returning the favor. Taking advantage of his vulnerability.

But his reaction surprises me.

He shields his eyes with his hand and demands, “Cover yourself.”

Wow. I’ve never heard those words from any male before. But I’m not backing down now. I can seduce him into subjugation. “You want to touch me.”

He doesn’t say anything. He just takes a step back from me.

“This is what you came here for, Cahl. Take it.” Like hell, he will be. Fucker.

Still, he says nothing.

“Come on! You had your hands on me earlier without my permission and now I’m offering it up to you!”

Oh my God. Still nothing. He’s not making a move. How is this happening? “Don’t tell me you’re afraid,” I bite at him, getting frustrated. “Take it!” I hiss harshly.

He moves so fast then and I suddenly find myself wrapped in the duvet again, my back against the wall, with him pinning my arms tightly at my sides in a matter of seconds. Holy hell!

“It is you who is afraid,” he says, glaring down at me.

“What?” I seethe.

“You hide the truth from them all and even from yourself.”

“The truth?” I scoff. “The only truth here is that you want me dead, so I’m gonna do whatever it takes to stop that from fucking happening.”

His eyes flash with realization. “You exposed yourself to manipulate me?”

“Damn right, I did. And I will kill you.”

“I do not wish to kill you, Aria.”

Urgh. I hate the way he says my name. It has my body reacting in a way I don’t fucking want it to. “I hate you! I hate your kind!” I yell at him, loathing that he’s able to affect me.

He smiles with amusement. “Your fear speaks lies to me.”

“I don’t have the fucking fear gene!”

He shifts his grip on my arms, grabbing my wrists in a single hand and raising them up above my head. With his free hand, he presses his fingers gently to my heart. “This is what possesses such fear. You hide it from them all.” His enthralling hazel eyes lock with mine. “You are pure of heart. You are not like the other Tainted. There is no real malice. You do not possess a desire to kill, at least, not when you are in human form.”

Is he saying I’m weak? Hell, no. “I’ve killed plenty,” I growl at him.

“To protect your life and those of your pack. Not for pleasure. You do not relish the kill. It disgusts you, does it not? Except when you are wolf.”

The fact that he knows any of this is fucking worrying. Shit. “Get off me.”

Confusion flickers in his eyes. “You are upset with my observation?”

I growl at him.

“Ah, I see. You believe it to be a weakness. It is why you hide it.”

“I will kill you.”

“Then, by all means, try,” he challenges, releasing me suddenly and stepping back.

What the hell?

I push off the wall. His eyes are on me. All over me.

“You should not expose yourself so brazenly,” he tells me. “It is a gift,” he says, gesturing to my body. “It should be treated as such and only given to those who are worthy.”

“Is that a come on?”

“Merely a statement of fact”.

Author Bios

Romance authors, Eve Newton and Franca Storm have joined forces to bring forth an epic paranormal romance series, BLOOD & JUDGMENT.

Between them, Eve and Franca have penned over 40 romance novels.

Eve Newton

Eve is a British novelist with a passion for anything paranormal & erotic. She loves Louboutins, good wine, and of course, a good book!

Eve has always loved to read, anything paranormal catches her interest, and writing has always been a passion of hers, so she decided to take the plunge and combine the two into a series of paranormal erotica novels. This led Eve to try out contemporary and erotic romance novels as well. Eve has loads more ideas churning around in her head and can’t wait to see them develop into books for you to enjoy.

Franca Storm

Franca was born in Surrey, England and currently lives in Niagara Falls, Canada with her husband and their labrador, Rocky.

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RELEASE BLITZ – Blameless by Franca Storm

Jan 11

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Title: BLAMELESS

Series: Black Thorns #3

Author: Franca Storm

Genre: MC Romance

Release Date: January 11, 2016

Blurb

He never saw her coming. An angel doesn’t belong with a devil.

Nothing will ever be the same….

Zeb “Runner” Wilkes has always been the wild playboy of Black Thorns MC. The shallow joker who spends his life partying and screwing. He never once imagined it would get tired. Until it does. When he steps in one night to protect shy diner owner, Sarah, he quickly realizes there’s more to her than he gave her credit for. But this down and dirty biker doesn’t do sweet and innocent. Or, so he thinks, until he gets a taste of her. Before long, he’s unable to maintain his own denial. He’s in trouble, because she’s on his mind. He wants more than a taste. But can a man like him really have a woman like her?

Sarah Hughes has been living her life in peace, running her diner in Brockford. She keeps to herself and never lets herself get mixed up with any men, not after her awful past. But when her ex finds her and starts trouble in her diner, everything changes. Her biker crush steps in like a knight in shining armor. Her ex and his business partners turn out to be enemies of Runner’s club and the mutual threat throws her and the sexy biker together.

Runner and Sarah find what they didn’t even realize they needed in each other. He gives her strength and brings out her fire. She becomes the only thing standing between him and absolute darkness.

But when a blast from the past attacks Runner in the most sadistic way, their relationship is put in jeopardy. In the aftermath, he’s sent into a tailspin and being pulled into his old life. Can he hold on? Can Sarah bring him back from the edge? Or will he end up losing everything: the club, Sarah and even his life?

(This book can be read as a standalone, but characters from the previous books appear and situations/relationships from the first two are also referenced.)

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His eyes are hard this time as he tells me, “Go, Sarah. I mean it.”

I shake my head. “No.”

He steps into me and growls. “Telling you for your own good. Fuck, do it. Go.”

“You can’t scare me away, Zeb.”

He growls to himself and moves away. “You think you can help me? That it?”

“Just tell me what you need.”

He scoffs. “What I need, huh?” He strides back to me and gets in my face, forcing me to back up. My ass hits the hood of the hummer. He leans in to me and slaps his hands down either side of me, boxing me in. “What I need ain’t something you can give me.”

“Wh…what?” I struggle to get out, finding it hard to breathe with him suddenly this close.

“I need to get some shit outta my head. Outta my system. And the way I do that is booze or sex. But both…both I gotta do hard-core. No holds barred. All right? You wanted to know. Now you do.”

He pushes off the truck and steps back from me.

“You need…your whores?”

His eyes narrow. “Ain’t no more whores for me!” he yells, really pissed at my question.

“What?”

“We’re together now! You and me. And I don’t cheat, woman! You hear me?”

Oh. Okay, then. I guess I have my answer on that at last. But then…then he’s saying now we’re together, he can’t get what he needs…sexually? How dare he?

“Come here!” I find myself demanding angrily all of a sudden.

He starts in surprise at this sudden flare up of spunkiness from me. It has him stepping up to me again. “Yeah?”

I hold my hands out to the sides. “Take it.”

“No,” he says, shaking his head vehemently.

“Why not?”

“Cuz…you ain’t…it ain’t you. Too rough…no…no…no.”

I grab his arms and his gaze snaps to mine. “Zeb, don’t tell me who, or what I am. How dare you think you can decide this for me? How dare you refuse to let me help you? For days you’ve just been avoiding me. And then you tell me we’re together…in your mind. It’s not fair! You can’t do this to me! You can’t decide everything in this…this…relationship of ours!” I stomp my foot and yell, “It’s not fair! Stop it!”

He just stares at me, unmoving, for several long seconds of intense silence.

And then he says, “Tell me to stop.”

Before I can get a word out, he lunges at me and attacks me with his mouth.

Oh shit!

He kisses me harder than he ever has. He doesn’t wait for my permission this time either, before shoving his tongue into my mouth. I can barely breathe as his lips, tongue and teeth devour my mouth, taking intense possession of every part.

He grabs my wrists then as he leans over me, forcing me to lay back on the hood of the truck. He pulls them up over my head and pins them there with one hand. With his other, he grabs my ass and jerks me up onto the hood so my back is flat against it.

He breaks our kiss as he climbs onto me, straddling my hips, while his hand continues to trap mine above my head, holding me at his mercy.

“Tell me. Tell me to stop, Sarah.”

I shake my head. “No,” I pant, struggling to catch my breath from the intensity.

He shakes off his cut and then he’s ripping his t-shirt over his head in the next second and revealing those amazing rock solid abs of his. He smirks at the look on my face as his fingers glide down to his jeans. He pops the fly and he’s pushing them down frantically then. He’s not wearing any boxers and I gasp when his dick comes into view, as he pushes them down to the middle of his thighs. And then he’s tugging down mine. He doesn’t even take the time to take my panties off. He just rips them off me roughly, making me cry out in surprise.

“Sarah,” he growls as his hand comes up again and holds my wrists down above my head.

He thrusts into me then, shocking me with the lack of warning.

“Fuck,” he grunts. “Tightest fucking pussy I’ve ever had.”

He drives deep, pulling out almost all the way and then slamming back in again hard, driving so incredibly deep. It’s rough and brutal and every thrust has me screaming from the ferocity of it. This is what he was trying to warn me about.

“Tell me,” he grinds out as he slams back into me once more. “Tell me…to…” he pulls out. “Stop!” he yells, thrusting deep again.

I shake my head from side to side.

Desperation clouds his face and he groans, “Sarah.”

He pulls out, grabs my hips and lifts me up, his every movement jerky and urgent. He carries me over to the workbench. And then he’s sweeping his hand over it, knocking all the clutter onto the floor. It crashes to the floor with thunderous clang after clang, echoing through the garage. He lays me down on it.

His hands grab my thighs roughly, his fingers pinching the soft flesh there. He spreads them wide, holding me open.

And then his mouth is on me

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Franca was born in Surrey, England and currently lives in Niagara Falls, Canada with her husband and their labrador, Rocky.

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BOOK BLITZ ~ Reckless by Franca Storm

Nov 5

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Title: RECKLESS

Series: Black Thorns #1

Author: Franca Storm

Genre: MC/Biker Romance

Release Date: May 12, 2015

Blurb

Meet the alpha male bad boys in this first part to Ax and Rox’s story.

Neil “Ax” Barron walked away from the Black Thorns MC two years ago. Now he’s back as Vice President for one reason: to take out the President of ruthless rival club, the Devil’s Mavericks. A sadistic, soulless man who is also his father. Ax has his orders to carry out his mission covertly so Black Thorns isn’t thrust into open war. But when he meets his contact—a ball-busting, smart-mouthed woman—he quickly realizes he’s got his work cut out for him.

Roxana James hates bikers and a relationship is the last thing she wants. Settling down is her worst nightmare. No man will tame her! She’s content on her own and she’s done well for herself. Until a rough, dirty-talking biker turns her world upside down. He challenges everything she’s ever known.

Together they break down one another’s walls. Two opposites really do attract. The fiery connection between them quickly evolves into much more, despite resistance from them both.

But with so many forces aligned against them and Rox determined not to become part of Ax’s club life, is there really a place for their love? Or will the sacrifices needed for them to be together, come at too high a price?Take a wild ride towards freedom and the right to love for two damaged enemies to lovers. The action never stops in this motorcycle club romance. Ax and Rox’s story concludes in SOULLESS, but their hot romance thriller won’t be the last in this series. There are many more of these tattooed heroes and alpha male bikers to meet yet.

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“What’s your damage, woman?”

“What?” she snaps.

“You stupid? That it? Bringing a guy you dunno to your home? A guy who’s VP of a MC you call your enemy and shit?”

She smirks. “I have my reasons. Why? Are you planning on roughing me up?”

Roughing her up? If anyone else spouted the shit she’s been, disrespecting me and the club like that, wouldn’t be a question ‘bout it. Woulda been roughed up good. A done deal. But I don’t beat on women. Some of the brothers might not respect that line, but I do. Ain’t never laid my hands on a woman that way and I ain’t never gonna. Ain’t my father.

But I do wanna lay my hands on her in another way. The second she started mouthing off to me earlier, I was down for that. Had a permanent hard on since she threatened to pull her gun on me.

Talk ‘bout throwing me through a loop. Such a demented response. Know she meant business, but my dick was in the driving seat. If it’d come down to it, I probably woulda let her pull the damn thing just for the sick thrill of seeing a sight like it.

I ain’t used to women like her. In the club, they know their fucking place and shit. But this bitch ain’t nothing like them. Been messing with me all over the place since I walked into that diner. That smart mouth of hers should piss me off big time. It does, but that ain’t the end of the story. It fucking turns me on too. Fucking hot shit.

It don’t help that she’s such a fine piece of ass. Tight little body. Perky tits that’d make a sweet handful. Her silky dark brown hair that I wanna fist my hands in and tug on hard. And those deep blue eyes of hers? Fucking sexy as sin.

Yeah, she hates bikers. But I ain’t never let hatred get in the way of a good fuck. And while I’m stuck in this hell hole of a city on club business, I got time to play.

“Rough you up, huh? That what you want—my hands on you, babe?”

“I’ll break your fingers,” she fires back.

But it’s all bullshit. I ain’t blind. I see her blushing, crossing her legs all awkward and shit. She’s turned on. Mmm, yeah. I bet she’s already warm and wet between her thighs.

She stands up, tryin’ to hide it. Nice try, babe.

“Tell me what you know about Skinner’s plans.”

“Like I said; looks like he wants to set up shop here.”

“And that concerns Black Thorns how? This isn’t your territory.”

“Reirdon’s right next door to Brockford, so yeah, it concerns us, babe.”

She starts pacing slowly as she takes my words in. “All right,” she says finally, walking over to me where I’m lounging on the other couch. She stops in front of me, her arms still folded over her chest, pushing her sweet tits up and giving me a hell of a view.

“This is how it’s gonna work here. You tell me what you know. Give me all the intel you have on this latest initiative of theirs and I’ll take care of it.”

I scoff. “Ain’t happening.”

“Yes it is. I’ll take it from there,” she insists.

That’s it! This bitch dunno when to back down. Been holding back so far, thinking playing nice is the right way to go cuz she’s a woman, a tiny little thing. But to hell with that. Ain’t working. She’s a fucking ball buster and dunno when to back down. ‘Bout to fucking show her. Make her back down.

Grabbing her hips, I pull her down onto the couch, forcing her under me. She fights me—with her fists—no nails like most bitches would use. Nah, she’s all punches and kicks. Damn. Just getting me harder, babe. I grunt as her steel toe boots scrape my shins. She might be feisty, but she ain’t got the weight or muscle I got to back it up. I pin her legs with mine and capture her fists with one hand, pressing ‘em to her tits ‘til she’s at my mercy.

She grins at me then.

What the fuck? Weren’t expecting that.

Before I can figure out her game, she shows me, rolling her hips. I grunt as her pussy rubs against my rock hard dick. Fucking hell. She’s messing with me.

“So easy,” she says as she does it again, driving me insane.

“Stop,” I growl at her.

“Why?” she taunts. “It’s clearly what you want. Aww…got a hard on for me, biker boy?”

She wants to play, we’ll play. I slide my hand inside her jeans so quickly that all she can do is gasp. My fingers brush her panties and I smile to myself. Wet. Soaking wet. “Sure you hate bikers, babe? Cuz, your pussy’s craving this biker’s dick.”

“You’re disgusting,” she hisses.

Funny thing is, she don’t make no attempt to pull my hand outta her tight little jeans.

“Yeah?” I slide a finger underneath the lacy fabric of her panties and tease her drenched pussy. “I think you like that. Down and dirty.”

She bites her lip and shakes her head, tryin’ to fight it.

But I got all the proof I need on my fingers.

Our eyes lock and the heat between us almost makes me stop breathing. So fucking intense.

Jesus, I ain’t never felt nothing like it. My dick’s straining against my jeans painfully now. I’m right on the goddamn edge here.

I tease her pussy some more, and lean into her, my breath hot on her neck. “Want me to fuck you?”

She grinds against my fingers, answering me silently before panting, “Yes. But no more foreplay.”

“What?” I ask as I let go of her hands and rip open her jeans, roughly tugging ‘em down her legs.

“I want your dick, not your fingers,” she tells me.

“Music to my fucking ears, babe.”

I shake off my cut. I pull a condom outta the back pocket of my jeans, unbuckle the damn things in record time and sheath my throbbing dick.

I sink into her slowly, groaning at the feel of such a tight fucking pussy. Been a long-assed time since I’ve felt anything like this. The sluts that hang ‘round the clubhouse are all so damn loose. Nothing like this. Holy fucking shit. Can’t fucking move inside her. Her grip’s outta this world.

I look down at her and she’s got her head thrown back, her eyes closed as she licks her lips. It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve even seen. Shit. That thought unsettles me. Get a grip, asshole.

“Hold my hands,” she says, her eyes snapping open. “Hold my hands down,” she presses when I don’t answer fast enough. It’s kinda hard to focus when I’m tryin’ to fight every instinct to pound her into the couch. Can’t ‘til she adjusts to my size. She’d probably pull her gun and shoot me for that.

I grab her wrists and slam ‘em into the couch above her head. Don’t take long before I feel her relax ‘round me. Mmm. Rough gets her off.

“Yes,” she moans out.

And that’s it. I’m done. I pull out almost all the way and then slam back in hard. She curses like a sailor as I pound her so fucking hard the couch moves.

“Name?” she pants at me.

“Neil,” I utter without thinking. My brain’s on lockdown right now. No blood flowing there. “Neil Barron.”

“Barron?” she questions. There’s an edge in her voice.

Fuck that. No more talking. I don’t bother responding. I lean into her, my tongue tasting the side of her neck. I suck hard, hard enough to leave a mark.

Next thing I know, she’s kicking me and yelling for me to get off her.

What the fuck?

“Get off me,” she orders.

“Please tell me you’re fucking about, babe.”

“No. Get off me. Now,” she shrieks. “Now! Pull out!”

As soon as I pull out and lift my weight off her, she scrambles off the couch, hastily pulling on her jeans. She’s white as a damn sheet.

“You’re related to Skinner. Pete Barron? The President of the Devil’s Mavericks is your family?”

Wow, she’s really freaked out, basically hysterical. “Why?” What’s the story here?

“Answer me!” she screams.

“We’re related, yeah.” Christ, even admitting the connection repulses me.

“What…who…who is he to you exactly? A distant relative?” she asks, way too hopeful ‘bout the distant part.

I pocket the condom, zip up my jeans and shrug my cut back on. “No,” I tell her, forcing myself to say the words I fucking hate admitting on my best days. “I’m his son.”

Her eyes go wide. “Oh God. I’m gonna be sick.” She grabs her mouth and runs from the room into the kitchen. A second later, I hear her puking her guts up.

What the fuck’s going on here?

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Franca was born in Surrey, England and currently lives in Niagara Falls, Canada with her husband and their labrador, Rocky.

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RELEASE BLITZ – Bad Impressions by Franca Storm

Oct 6

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Title: Bad Impressions

Series: A REVIVE ME Novel

Author: Franca Storm

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Date: October 6, 2015

Blurb

She’s the one girl he never should’ve touched. But she’s also the one girl he’s never been able to forget…

Having escaped a bad situation with an obsessive ex, Sophie Clinton is relieved when she returns to the safety of her hometown to lick her wounds. Until she runs into Brad, the man who took her virginity and broke her heart. The last thing she wants is to deal with him and all the drama of their past. But her older brother’s best friend isn’t easy to resist—or to avoid, in their tiny town.

When his best friend’s little sister returns to town, Brad Marsh knows he should keep his distance this time around. A year ago he crossed a major line with her. He’s been unable to shake the guilt of their drunken, misguided night of passion. He’s not about to make that same mistake again. But the fiery, all-consuming pull between them is stronger than ever. It might not be that easy for him to keep his hands off her.

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~Sophie~

It had been two weeks since I’d unceremoniously shown up at Brad’s place and broken down like a weak, pathetic mess after asking him to teach me how to defend myself.

Every day since, he’d been teaching me what I’d asked. He was a good teacher. He was good at giving easy-to-follow instructions. He knew how to work up to complicated moves well and he was unbelievably patient.

Until right now.

“You know this,” he chastised me.

He had me pinned to the floor in his living room and I was thrashing about beneath him like an idiot. I didn’t know where the hell my head was at. Actually, I did, but…I couldn’t risk going there.

“Hook my wrist and grab behind my elbow with your other hand. Pull my arm into your chest. Then, use your foot to trap mine, as well as my leg. That’s when you lift your hips and turn hard to regain the dominant position,” he instructed me.

“Okay!” I hissed.

“So, do it. Christ, Soph! You know this. You’ve done it countless times.”

“I know.”

“Yeah? So, what the hell’s the issue now?”

I stopped struggling and collapsed back onto the ground, defeated. “I’m a little distracted, okay?”

“By what?” he fumed, pushing off me and climbing to his feet.

“You.”

“Me?” he asked, not getting it.

“You’re hard. Your…thing was…distracting me.”

He grunted irritably and adjusted his sweatpants. “It’s those fucking shorts.”

“What?” I demanded, getting to my feet, too.

He pointed at my black spandex shorts. “They barely cover your ass and they’re so fucking tight. And that…neon sports bra…it’s not helping the situation.”

“I get too hot in sweats and a hoodie.”

“Fine. I’ll turn up the air conditioning then.”

“You’re being ridiculous,” I said, stomping over to him.

He glowered down at me. “Am I? My dick sure doesn’t think so.” He grabbed his erection through his pants–actually grabbed it, right in front of me.

I quickly averted my eyes. “You need to work on your self-control.”

He stepped into me then, his body pushing against mine. “For the last two weeks, I’ve had you writhing in my arms, dressed in next to nothing and I haven’t laid a hand on you in a sexual way. And you have the nerve to tell me that I don’t have self-control, woman?”

“I’m not a brunette with huge tits, so you shouldn’t have a problem at all.”

“What are you talking about?”

“I saw her. The woman doing the walk of shame from here a few weeks back.”

He seemed surprised that I knew for a few seconds, before quickly brushing it off. He stepped back and turned away. “Let’s take a break. I need some water anyway.”

“I guess that’s the end of that conversation then,” I muttered under my breath, as I followed him into the kitchen area.

He spun around suddenly, catching me off guard. “What conversation? You saw a woman leaving my place. Yeah, I fucked her. And?”

I shrugged my shoulders. “And…nothing.”

“Really? You’re sure? Cuz, from where I’m standing, it sounds like you’re jealous.”

I scoffed. “Do you ever get tired of your own arrogance?”

“It’s not arrogance. Arrogance would be me going around saying that my cock is the be all and end all, ruining every woman I fuck for any other man thereafter, or some shit like that.”

“It did!”

Oh shit. The words were out of my mouth, before I could stop them. I instantly regretted it when I saw the look on his face.

He shifted his weight. “What?”

“I…I didn’t mean it. Forget it.”

He scoffed. “Darlin’, a man can’t just forget a claim like that.”

“Why didn’t you call?”

He blew out a breath and slumped against the fridge. “I was trying to protect you.”

“You said that before. It didn’t make sense then and it doesn’t now,” I pushed.

“You would’ve stayed here, if I hadn’t blown you off.”

“I—”

“I saw it, Soph. That look in your eyes. It was the same goddamn look in mine.”

“You’re saying—”

“I’m saying…it was more than sex to me. Much more.”

Oh my God.

“But you needed to go. You needed to get the hell out of this dead-end town. And…you need to now, too.”

“You don’t protect me. I do. I decide what’s best for me, not you, Brad.”

“You were young and naïve. I had to be the one to make the break.”

“So, it wasn’t about me being Ollie’s sister then?”

“I’m not gonna lie, that was also a factor. But, not the main one. Hell, the damage had already been done at that point. I’d already betrayed him by fucking you.”

“I thought you…I thought I was just another one of your sluts.”

His eyes flashed. In the next second, my back was against the fridge and he was looming over me. “You would never be one of them. Never, Soph.”

I could barely breathe with him so close to me. I don’t know how I managed it, but I eventually found my breath. “I…you were the first.”

I’d never seen him so shocked in all the time I’d known him. “You were a virgin?”

I nodded, biting my lip nervously.

He closed his eyes tightly for a moment and drew in a breath. When he opened them, they were full of pain and regret. “Christ, why didn’t you tell me?”

“I don’t know. I guess, I was worried. I didn’t want you to stop. I wanted you. I wanted that first time to be with you.”

“But…how could you have been a virgin? You were dating that prick, right? And…what about all the guys fawning over you in high school?”

“Jake and I hadn’t done anything at that point. I was…scared, I guess. As for high school, you remember my brother, right? No one dared to get close to me. They were all terrified of him. And you, ironically. The two of you blocked any guy who took an interest in me.”

That made him laugh a little. But it didn’t last long. That pained look was back just as quickly.

“You regret it, don’t you? Now that you know?” I asked.

“I wasn’t gentle, Soph. Hell, I was drunk and fucked up, because of the shit that’d happened that week.”

“You didn’t hurt me.”

“Still…fuck. If I’d known, I would’ve…taken my time with you.”

“Brad, it was—”

“Shit, Soph.”

A flurry of emotions played on his face. They shifted so quickly, that I couldn’t pinpoint any specific one. They all blended together. I couldn’t tell what he was thinking. Was he mad about what I’d told him? Did he feel betrayed, because he hadn’t known the truth about me at the time? I’d intended to tell him that night, but everything had happened so fast. And, as soon as he’d touched me, I hadn’t been capable of rational thought. The only thing I’d known then was that I hadn’t wanted him to stop; not for anything. I’d wanted him for so long and that night he’d finally reciprocated it. He’d wanted me. There was no way I could’ve walked away from that.

When he finally spoke, I released a stilted breath that I’d apparently been holding in the entire time.

“I need to rectify this,” he declared in an off-putting, matter-of-fact manner.

My brow furrowed. What the hell was he talking about? “How?”

He answered by lunging at me and hauling me off my feet.

Before I knew what was happening, he was carrying me out of the kitchen.

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RELEASE BLITZ – Wrecked by Franca Storm

Sep 8

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Title: Wrecked

Series: Fractured Magic

Author: Franca Storm

Genre: Paranormal Romance

Release Date: September 8, 2015

Blurb

She’s supposed to be a mission—just the next sacrificial lamb in his century-long quest to rid himself of his duty. But when love takes hold, things are never simple….

All-powerful warlock, Finn Holt, is determined to succeed this time with the fifth Fated—the girl chosen to power his world and open the gate back home. After a century of failure, he believes River is finally one strong enough to allow him to fulfil his duty. But the price could be her life. And, this time, everything is different. For one thing, her power is immeasurable. The most shocking thing of all, though? She’s under his skin. Finn is a master of control, but as much as he tries to shake his growing feelings and desire for her, he can’t. Some inexplicable force won’t allow it. But is Finn prepared to give up the freedom he’s wanted for so long, for a love he never saw coming?

River Slater is sick of wasting away her life in a boring, dead-end town. The moment Finn walks into her grandmother’s occult store, all that changes. Before she knows it, she’s caught up in a world she’d never believed existed: a world of magic and danger. But, most of all, she’s caught up in Finn. Her attraction to him is unlike anything she’s ever felt for any man before. Intense. Passionate. Overwhelming. But she quickly learns that there’s more to Finn’s intentions than meets the eye. Can she truly trust him, or will the man who’s stolen her heart, end up betraying her in the most tragic way?

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~Finn~

I lowered my palms. The barrier was in place. I slumped against the doorframe of the spare bedroom and rubbed my temples. I was still really high from absorbing her power into me. The last time I’d felt power as strong and as potent as hers had been…that night…the night I’d lost my mother.

I pinched the bridge of my nose to distract myself. Not going there.

I couldn’t. There was too much emotion there. Too much pain. I had to remain levelheaded and impassive at all times. I didn’t have the luxury of letting my emotions run wild or of becoming too stimulated by anything. Tonight had already shaken my levelheaded state as it was—I’d felt for the girl. Felt? What the hell was that all about?

I shook my head and turned to go.

“Finn?”

Shit. How the hell is she already awake? That power drain should’ve knocked her out for hours. It’d only been about ten minutes so far.

I took another step to the door.

“Don’t go,” her shaky, vulnerable voice of innocence called to me again. Begging me.

“You’ll be fine. Just sleep,” I said, my tone harsh.

“I’m cold.”

“I’ll turn up the heat.”

“Inside. Cold inside,” she said.

Argh! I needed to keep walking. I needed to just walk out and slam the door behind me. But my better judgment was fucked. Maybe it was the high that was still lingering.

I turned around to face her.

Big mistake.

Her stunning eyes were wide and afraid. Her hair looked hot as the fires of hell, all messed up from lying in bed. And her big, perky tits were teasing me in that painted on t-shirt she had on. It didn’t help that I couldn’t get the visual of that tiny skin-tight skirt I knew she was wearing beneath the covers out of my head. Where are these thoughts coming from? I was a master of control, yet, here I was, getting hard at the sight of her.

I approached the bed, trying not to make direct eye contact. That vulnerable look in her eyes was dangerous to my self-control. I reached out my hand and pressed it to her forehead. As cold as ice.

“It’ll pass,” I told her. A side-effect of the power drain and the fact that I’d pulled so hard just to knock her out as fast as possible. I hadn’t been gentle like I should’ve been. There hadn’t been time.

“Okay,” she said, dejectedly.

“Yeah.”

“How long will it take?”

“Just go to sleep. It’ll be gone by morning.”

I was about to step away when her hand suddenly grabbed my wrist. Holy shit. She was cold. I could feel her hand trembling.

“You’re really warm,” she said, in a blissful moan, trying to pull me to her.

I looked at her, finally, and her eyes burned into mine, willing me to help her; to make the cold disappear. Somehow, she seemed to just know, to know that I was the only one who could.

And how could I deny her that?

Son of a bitch!

Okay, I just needed to get a grip. It was business. Just business. I’d help her, but keep it clinical and nothing else. After all, I needed her to trust me. And, after her grandmother had warned her off me, I had my work cut out for me more than I should’ve. So, this would go a long way to fixing that shit.

I pried her fingers from my wrist and took a step back. Turning from her, but staying beside the bed, I commanded, “Take off your clothes.”

“What?” she gasped.

“It has to be skin-to-skin contact.”

“Oh…okay.”

“But…uh…leave your…underwear on, yeah?”

She murmured something that I couldn’t make out. I knew she wasn’t really with it. She was still in shock and the power drain could have that effect, too. The other reason I knew she was out of it? When I’d walked into that occult store, the first thing I’d felt from her was her strength. Not magical strength. No, her inner strength. The girl was tough. And right now, that wasn’t the case.

“Finn?” she called, ripping me from my thoughts.

“Yeah?” I said over my shoulder.

“I’m done.”

“You under the covers?”

“Yeah.”

“All right.” I turned back to her and pulled off my black t-shirt. Her gasp startled me and my gaze snapped to hers. Her eyes were all over me; sparkling with awe. I couldn’t tell whether she was checking me out just cuz my chest was bare, or if it was the markings covering the length of both my arms and across my upper chest and back.

“Oh my God. They look like mine.”

“Yeah?” I responded, pretending like I didn’t know.

She just nodded and didn’t press it. Phew.

I looked away and toed off my shoes. It pissed me off that I was doing this without magic—the long assed way—but I didn’t wanna freak her out any more than she’d already been tonight, so I was keeping it normal and avoiding overt displays of magic. I pulled off my jeans until I was down to my boxers. As I approached the bed, I saw her eyes dart right there, checking out my dick.

I cleared my throat loudly and she looked away embarrassed. Thank fuck. Having her eyes on me like that was…difficult.

I pulled the covers back and slid into the bed beside her. She didn’t move and it took me a second to realize why: she was waiting for me to instruct her; to lead her.

“Roll into me,” I told her as coolly as possible, just managing to keep the strain out of my voice.

She did as I told her. It struck me that there was no hesitation at all. Really weird considering we barely knew each other and the fact that the witch had spouted some bad shit about me, filling her head with fear towards me. But now…what…she was over it? Just like that?

She buried her face in my chest and I wrapped my arms around her, trying to ignore the feel of her tits pressing into me. I could feel the lace of her bra and, somehow, that was worse than having them naked…more erotic, or something. Fuck me.

“You trust me now?” I asked. “Thought I was dangerous to you?”

“I…yeah.”

“Just like that?”

“No…just now. The longer you’re around me, the more the danger is gone.”

Wow. What the hell did that mean? I hadn’t spelled her. It was all her.

She lifted her head, but I shut my eyes before she could make contact. That shit would be way too intimate in a situation like this fucked up one. I was doing this for one reason…to take away the cold I’d caused from being too rough with the power drain.

I summoned my magic, turning the crackling blue energy on my palms into heat. I couldn’t actually give her my power. She didn’t know how to control it, which was why we were in this situation in the first place. But I could spell her body with warmth to get her through the night, until she recovered naturally from the drain in a few hours.

She made a sound between a moan and a purr. The sweetest fucking sound. This was a bad idea, cuz it felt too fucking good. There was no aggravation to my magic with her, cuz she wasn’t human. But it was also more than even that. I felt something I’d never felt before. Peace. And it freaked me the fuck out. I couldn’t…like this. I couldn’t feel anything. I was her Guard. She was a mission and nothing else. I needed to keep myself in check. It was just a spell. Clinical. I gritted my teeth and choked out, “Sleep.”

But she had other ideas. “Finn?” she whispered.

What is it now? “What?” I snapped.

She shuddered in my arms and I instantly hated myself for it.

“Sorry. What, River?” I asked, gently.

“Thank you.”

“You feel warm now?”

“Yeah. But not just that. For…caring and for…understanding me. You’re the first.”

Her words ripped right through me and a pang of guilt hit me square in the chest.

If she only knew the truth.

“You’re warm now,” I said, releasing her and scrambling off the bed as fast as I could. I needed to get away from her.

With my back to her, I hastily snapped my fingers and dressed by magic. Screw not doing any overt magic in front of her.

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RELEASE BLITZ – Ready To Love by Franca Storm

Aug 10

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Title: Ready To Love

Series: Damaged Hearts

Author: Franca Storm

Genre: New Adult/College Rocker Romance

Release Date: August 10, 2015

Blurb

She is the one woman who is always off limits…

College rocker and infamous playboy, John Kingston, has screwed his way through most of the women on campus. But there’s one woman he will never touch: his best friend and band mate, Nicki. For four years, he’s been her protector and her confidant.

When arrogant frat guy, Axel, attempts to make a claim on her, John suffers a painful wake-up call, quickly realizing that his feelings for Nicki are not purely platonic. Recognizing that Axel’s intentions are anything but innocent, John’s possessiveness spirals out of control, sparking a dangerous feud.

Nicola Lewis can’t bear to be touched. Haunted by an awful past that she has been unable to escape, she has kept her distance from the opposite sex. And she’s been just fine living her life that way: safe and uncomplicated with no chance of getting hurt again.

Until an unexpected kiss changes everything…

But John and Nicki must decide whether the burgeoning desire between them is worth the risk. Is this a case of love conquers all, or a huge mistake that could destroy everything?

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As I lay back on the bed, propping the pillows up behind me so that I’m half lying, half sitting, I suddenly feel insanely nervous. Shit. I cross my legs, feeling uncomfortable not wearing any underwear beneath the skimpy slip of a nightdress. I try to strike what I think is a sexy pose, but everything feels so awkward. I’ve seen women do it in the movies—how do they pull it off so easily? I can’t do this. I slide off the bed, intending to make my way into the bathroom to grab my bathrobe when the door opens. Oh no! Too late!

“Got your text. So, you’ve got me alone. So, what’s—oh shit!” John’s voice comes from the door.

I cringe. Shit. “Hi,” I squeak over my shoulder.

He shuts the door behind him and chuckles. “Are you gonna turn around or talk to me with your back to me all night?”

“I…uh…I need my robe.”

“No,” he says huskily.

I force myself to turn around. The moment I do, his eyes dart to mine suddenly. I grin inwardly, knowing that they were staring at my ass just a second earlier. I can see the coiled tension in his body, the stiff set of his jaw and I know he’s struggling to keep his gaze on my eyes and not elsewhere. If I was any other girl, he wouldn’t bother. It makes me feel bad, like I’m teasing him or something.

“You can look,” I tell him.

But he still doesn’t. In fact, he slaps his hand over his eyes. “Shit, Nicki. I…uh…why are you wearing…that?”

“Can you remove your hand and look at me?”

He shakes his head.

“Fine.” I take a deep breath and perch on the edge of the bed. “Nothing happened after our kiss the other day. No nightmares. Nothing.”

“Really?” he asks, intrigued.

“Yeah.”

“And?” he presses.

“I don’t know if it was a mistake to you, or what. If you’ve been avoiding me, or whether I’ve subconsciously been avoiding you or something. I wanted to clear it up tonight.”

“There’s something else,” he accuses.

Dammit, he knows me too well. “I…uh…will you…touch me?”

His hand falls away and his gaze snaps to mine. “What?”

I climb onto the bed and ease myself back against the pillows, hoping I don’t actually look as awkward as I feel.

He shakes his head. “Nicki…”

“It was a mistake, wasn’t it?” I ask, suddenly embarrassed as hell. I pull the covers up to shield myself. “Oh crap,” I mumble. “Can you leave and give me a second to get dressed and then we’ll talk this out?”

“No,” he says. Before I know it, he’s climbing onto the other side of the bed. “That’s not what I meant. I just wanted you to know that you don’t have to do this.”

“I want to,” I say, pushing the covers aside.

This time, his eyes are all over me. “Nicki, once you give me the green light, I’m not sure I’m gonna be able to stop.”

Oh my God. I swallow hard and tell him, “I want you to touch me.”

Author Bio

Franca was born in Surrey, England and currently lives in Niagara Falls, Canada with her husband and their labrador, Rocky.

She is a long-time lover of erotica and romance novels, especially those with sexy-as-sin alpha males. She decided to try her hand at writing her own and writing romance is now her obsession and the perfect way to put her dirty mind to good use! Her writing spans many different sub-genres of romance: contemporary, biker romance, paranormal romance, new adult, romantic erotica and romance suspense. She’s got a ton of stories to tell and many more works up her sleeve. She loves hearing from her readers, so please feel free to stop by and visit her at the links below: