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Month: June 2016

Release Blitz: Paradise Found: CAIN by LB Dunbar

 

 

Title: Paradise Found: Cain

Series: Paradise #2

Author: L.B. Dunbar

Genre: Contemporary New Adult Romance/MMA

 Release Date: June 6, 2016

Blurb

 

“I hate that I love you,” she said. “You left me.”

“I lost you, there’s a difference. Now that I found you, I intend to keep you.”

Lost.

I’d tasted the sweetest fruit of temptation, and I wanted another bite. I had promised myself before, but once wasn’t enough. The savory flavor of her lingered long after I’d lost her. Contending with the pressure to return to the fight, in order to prove myself to my father and the world, I had to let her go.

Found.

It has been a year. Sofie Vincentia and I had played a dangerous game. For one night, we pretended, only to discover our farce was real. I’d lost her, but I hadn’t stopped searching, hoping for her return. I was used to getting what I wanted, so when she didn’t come to me, I had to go after her. This would be the greatest fight of my life.

 

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Excerpt

Post – Fight

 

Cain

 

The sound of her heels, retreating from me, echoed down the hallway in the opposite direction of the gathered crowd. I was still dressed for the fight. I’d rubbed a towel down my body, as I didn’t care to change or shower yet. I needed to get to her before she escaped me again. Following behind the click of her heels, I called her name a second time, commanding her to stop. She didn’t listen. For the slightest second, it sounded like the tapping on the tile increased. I sped up my pace, determined to catch her.

 

“Sofie,” I called out. The tension built. She was going to run. My hand reached out for her, as I drew closer. My stride lengthened. Her tight skirt curved over her hips, holding her snug ass, and trapping her steps. High heels prevented her from moving any faster, despite her determined hustle. This wasn’t how I remembered her dressing. She wore loose skirts and fitted t-shirts, except on the second night. An image of a black dress being removed from delicate shoulders flitted through my memory. My eyes fell to her ass again, recalling what was under that shapely skirt. I’d seen it, felt it, tasted it, and I wanted it again.

 

“Sofie,” I demanded. Her name was more than a plea; it was a command to stop. We were headed in a circle. The sound of the gathered crowd was echoing back toward us. She was trapped. If she kept going, she’d lead us directly into the paparazzi pit. Cameras would capture her and I didn’t want that. I didn’t want to explain who she was to the public. Not yet. I needed a private reunion first.

 

Her pace slowed. My outstretched fingers captured her upper arm and tugged her to a halt. Her body was gently slammed against the cement block wall behind her, and my arms caged her in.

 

“Sofie.” My breath caught as I scanned her face. Bright blue eyes under a pinched brow looked briefly at me, then avoided my gaze. Her face was flushed. I remembered that pink skin. Another vision flashed in my memory of her questioning me over a wooden wine bar. She was interested in my anatomy at that moment. I wanted her to be interested in my anatomy again. A certain part of me definitely had her attention, if she wished for it. I wasn’t only hard; I was towering straight out for her. My dick knew what it wanted. It was drawn to the lyrical whispers of what I assumed would be wet folds beneath black panties.

 

Another vision flashed through my mind. This included stripping her of black lingerie: simple, satin, and molded to the shape of her. I’d never seen anything so tempting, until she was removed of it. White skin, pink nipples, and a dark mound pointing to a treasure were the most beautiful colors I’d ever seen, next to her eyes, which were glaring at me as I assessed her face.

 

“Cain,” she said sharply. Her head lifted, holding it high; she was pissed. There was no other way to describe her expression. She hated me. I couldn’t exactly blame her, but it wasn’t the reunion I anticipated. It wasn’t the reunion I expected. It wasn’t the reunion I was going to accept.

 

“My sweet temptation,” I hissed to her. My tongue licked my lips, eager to taste hers. She swallowed, and my eyes widened at the smooth roll of her skin against her throat. My hand slipped up to her shoulder and my pelvis fell forward, instinct drawing my dick to her. I flinched uncontrollably as it hit her lower abdomen. It craved some place lower on her body.

 

She didn’t push me away. In fact, her hands were splayed against the cool cement behind her. Her eyes shone bright beyond those tempting red glasses, and bright red lips matched, sucking in air at the invasion of my body against hers. I wanted those lips to suck somewhere else. She’d done it before. I knew how sweet she could be, but her eyes were harder now. Those lips wanted nothing to do with any part of my body.

 

My hand continued to travel up the tender skin of her throat, and she swallowed hard again, trembling beneath my touch. She wasn’t repulsed by me, but she was frightened. I didn’t want her to be afraid of me, but she needed to be concerned. If my father found her, there would be trouble like she’d never known before. Her sweetness did not understand the depths of evil associated with me.

 

“Don’t touch me,” she growled.

 

On second thought, perhaps she did.

 

My hand slipped into her chestnut locks and tugged gently, but enough to remind her that I was a strong man. I wouldn’t hurt her. In fact, I was certain I hadn’t hurt her in the past. I was the one that suffered.

 

“One night, you longed for my touch,” I whispered harshly, drawing my mouth closer to hers. “In fact, I remember someone sweetly asking for it.”

 

My hands slithered in opposite directions. One surveyed the hilly swells of side breast while the other travelled the valley of her abdomen until it rose over curvy hips. I gripped a fist full of material and tugged it upward, jostling her body with the rough hitch of her skirt.

 

“If I remember correctly, you wanted me,” I purred against her moist skin. Her fear produced a sheen of sweat that covered her face. My nose dragged along her jaw, then dipped down her neck. Holding herself still, her hands remained flat against the wall to her sides. My hips pinned her in place as the skirt rose.

 

My fingers graced the soft skin of her thigh. She flinched and I pressed firmly forward. There was no doubt of my excitement. Dressed only in my fighting shorts, my bare chest brushed close to her generous breasts, which had been covered with my hands and mouth in the past. I wanted to reenact those memories, but my fingers had other intentions. In a jagged drag of skin against skin, I gripped her thigh, climbing upward, heading for the fruit of my desire.

 

“Do you still want me?” I whispered into her neck. “Do you remember?” I groaned as a thick digit delved through the warm moisture of folded skin, ripe for what I intended. I wanted inside her. Damp with desire, I slipped aggressively into her. I demanded she remember as I added a second finger. Her breath hitched as she moaned and heavy lids closed.

 

“Look at me,” I commanded. My forehead almost rested on hers, but I held back enough to stare into her eyes. I wanted her to see me, remember me, remember what I’d done to her. How she felt under me, wrapped within her. I grunted as my dick flinched, my skin too tight. This temptress had to recall what she had done to me, as well. I was going to come undone being this close to her, and yet she was so far away.

 

Blue eyes pierced mine, but they still contained a softness within them. I didn’t want to believe my sweet temptation could rot. She was spoiled by me, but she wasn’t ruined. She was stronger than that.

 

“Do you remember?” My fingers increased their exploration. It was a renewed excavation. They rediscovered what they missed. Sliding in and out, she joined my pace. Her hips moved slowly, then increased, matching the beat inside her.

 

“That’s it, my sweet.” I pulled back to watch her lids droop, then fight to open wide. “Good girl,” I rasped, as I brushed back a stray hair but didn’t falter in my rhythm between her legs. Her hands released from the wall. Palms flattened against my shoulders then wrapped around them as best they could. She had delicate hands. Tender and gentle. They had teased as she had tugged me and stroked me the first time. I jolted and my hips pressed toward her, but my hand was the focus. Her fingers dug into bare skin covered in tattoos of the snake I was. Sharp, blunt nails soon pinched into me as her hips rolled and her luscious center rocked.

 

“I want you to remember,” I commanded. “Remember where I’ve been. Who I am.” My fingers took on a life of their own, and they worked hard, digging deeper into the tender cavern of warmth, wet and ready for me. My thumb flicked over the sensitive pearl outside of her. Her breath hitched. Nails gripped into hard skin. She didn’t have claws, not my girl, but she was latching onto me. That’s exactly what I wanted.

 

“Tell me you didn’t forget,” I whispered, my voice dropping as my pace continued. She didn’t answer me and I stopped. The blue rivers turned to ice as she glared at me. I was the devil. And I would break this reunion, if she didn’t play my game.

 

She shook her head, refusing to speak. I pulled out of her quickly, feeling the release of her juices as they slid down her leg. Her eyes narrowed only slightly. Then she said my name. It was hardly more than a squeak, a meek plea, an unanswered question. Her nails slowly released me. Fingers peeled upward from my skin. I was going to lose her.

 

Fingers slammed into her and her head gently fell back. She sucked in a harsh breath, as I demanded her recollection without words. I wanted her to relive the memory of what I had done to her. Only me.

 

I worked fast and her fingers lay back against my warm skin. Nails made tender impressions on my shoulder. She could mark me. I wouldn’t care. She’d already scarred my heart.

 

“Cain?” she questioned, but I knew the answer. She was ready to burst. Her tender fruit had been plucked and she craved what came next. That first bite. The sound of my name almost undid me, but it would take more than that for me to be satisfied. For her, the flick of my thumb unleashed her. Nails burrowed deep, her eyes shuddered closed, and her head tipped back. She clenched hard, squeezing my hand between her thighs. My dick practically danced, but I had been the king of denial. I would not have her yet. This was only a reminder.

 

As my attention slowed, and I spread fingers through folds so wet they wept, my forehead came to hers.

 

“Tell me you remember?” I pleaded. My heart fell to my stomach as I held my breath.

 

“I don’t think I’ll ever be able to forget.”

 

I pulled back in surprise, my eyes widened. My expression had to betray a strange sense of glee.

 

“I’ll never forget,” she whispered, averting her eyes as she looked down at her raised skirt and my retreating hand. She pushed the material downward hastily then shoved my wrist away from her.

 

“I’ll never forget…that you’re an asshole.” Propelled backward as she braced against my chest, I stumbled in surprise at her use of profanity. My girl didn’t swear, but the venom in her voice proved she’d changed. My sweet temptation was tainted by the poison of me. What I’d done to her. I let her escape as her words sliced through me. I was an asshole.

 

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Author Bio

 

L.B. Dunbar loves the original legend of King Arthur. Inspired by this classic tale, she pulled over to the side of the road to take notes when it hit her that if King Arthur lived today, he’d be a rock star. A lover of fairy tales, myths, legends, and anything with happily ever after, she loves to read and write contemporary romance. Her Legendary Rock Stars series is complete with the final tale: The Trials of Guinevere DeGrance, but the story began with The Legend of Arturo King. She also wrote The Sensations Collection, which includes five stand alones based on the five senses in a small town setting near Lake Michigan. Raised on one side of that lake, she grew up in Michigan, but now lives on the other side, in Chicago. Mother to four, wife to the one and only, and teacher to hundreds of former students, she looks forward to sharing more stories in the future.

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Cover Reveal: Yesterday’s Tomorrows by M.E. Montgomery

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Blurb:

If growing up in her home wasn’t enough to shatter Madelyn Stone’s illusions of happily ever after, then serving several years behind bars certainly was. Her crime? Believing in family and growing up on the wrong side of the tracks.  She’s learned the hard way that there is no such thing as a prince who’ll ride in and save the day, and she pledges never to trust anyone again. Never.

Between a career in the Marines and plans to marry his childhood sweetheart, Holten Andrews had his future all mapped out…until life took an unexpected, heart-ripping turn.  Now he’s moved on with a new career in law, as well as vowing to confine women to one of three categories: family, professional, and f*ckable.  No blurring the lines. Ever.

Love is the last thing on Maddy’s mind as she attempts to forge a new path out of the wreckage of her life. Holt’s sense of loyalty is rocked when he’s blindsided by feelings for a woman he would normally condemn. When revelations from Maddy’s past threaten her safety, Maddy has to put her faith in Holt, while Holt fights not to lose the one woman who’s blurred all of his lines. Every choice they make will figure into whether or not they can make yesterday’s dreams still come true tomorrow.

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M.E. Montgomery has been an avid reader her entire life, and after falling in love with so many characters created by other authors, a new one began to form in her head. With the support of her family, she decided to to write it.

She is the homework queen to her four school aged children who think she is a genius in math, science, history and spelling. Fortunately, her biology and elementary school teaching background help her to keep up the expert façade, at least for now.

Although born and raised in the Washington DC metro area, she has considered many places to be called home since she left to attend college in North Carolina. She is a proud Navy wife, setting up a home wherever the Navy sends her husband. When she’s not reading or writing, she loves to go camping with her family, drink wine on the deck, and be swept off to romantic getaways.

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Blog Tour: When I Lied by Michelle Kemper Brownlow

 
 
SYNOPSIS:
When Kate created her sexy
online persona, “Lexi,” she never expected the lies to spin so far out of
control. But now one of the biggest rock stars in the world, the brilliant but
damaged Oliver Walt, is in love with her, and revealing the truth means not
only breaking her own heart but sending the musician into a tailspin from which
he might never recover.
Lexi is just the sort of
girl a dark and brooding rockstar like Oliver Walt would fall for. Beautiful.
Wild. Fun. The only problem?
                                                                LEXI IS A LIE
Bookish Kate Green knew
she needed to brush up on her social skills before her first year of college,
so she created an online persona to chat and flirt. And who better to practice
on than talented and tormented rock frontman Oliver Walt? After all, the lead
singer of her favorite band would hardly notice one more adoring fan. Except…he
does. And with a single private message, Kate’s world changes forever.
Then Oliver wants to meet
in person. Kate knows she has to come clean, but things are never that easy, so
instead she enlists the aid of her beautiful and calculating study partner…which
turns out just the way you might expect. Now, with Gretchen refusing to stop
being Lexi, the lies grow bigger by the hour—and so do the stakes. Kate’s heart
and Oliver’s life.
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“Oliver, I don’t know if it’s my place to say anything…” I stammered a little as I tried to find the right words.
“It’s okay, Kate. You can say anything to me. What is it? What’s bothering you?” He tilted his head like he always did. It melted me each time he did it.
“Oliver, just know that you have blessed my heart and my soul with who you are and the words you bring to life. Be careful not to cut your time short inspiring the world with your genius, too.” I didn’t know what else to say and worried I’d said too much. Tears pricked behind my eyes, still being held back from earlier in the evening.
“Kate! Why are you crying?” Oliver’s other hand lifted to my other cheek and he held my face close to his. 
“Oliver, there’s something I have to tell you.” Tears streamed from the corners of my eyes. The time had come. It needed to be done. It would break him but hopefully he could heal knowing I’d voluntarily set him free from the lie I’d created.
The limo’s horn blared and we both jumped. I sucked in a deep breath and wiped my face. Oliver’s hands gripped my bare arms.
“Come ON! Say good night already!” Gretchen’s voice had become like nails on a chalkboard and I’d have gotten great pleasure in ripping her throat wide open so I’d never have to hear it again.
“Lexi, you’re being rude. Please give us a moment.” Oliver actually rolled his eyes then turned back to me. I knew I didn’t have enough time to unleash the backstory of my lie before Gretchen would catapult herself from the limo and drag Oliver back inside.
Abort mission.
“It’s okay. I’m sorry, Oliver. I get weepy when I drink too much. It’s nothing. Go ahead. I don’t want you to have to deal with Lexi being pissed off for the rest of your evening.”
“You sure you’re okay?” He placed his hands on my bare neck and goose bumps rose across every square inch of me.
“Promise, I’m fine. Champagne makes me really intense.” I winked and turned and slid my ID through the security lock. The door clicked and I pulled it open. I wanted him to walk inside with me and not leave until morning.
“Sweet dreams, sweet Kate.”

 

 

 
 
AUTHOR BIO:
Michelle Kemper Brownlow likes her music loud and prefers live
concerts but will happily settle for the eclectic playlists on her iPhone. This
Penn State grad and former high school art teacher is easily distracted by
colorful art supplies and Eddie Vedder’s voice. When she’s not in her studio
writing, she can be found putting off housework for a good romance novel that
has her heart pounding and tears flowing. She is married to her college
sweetheart and is mom to three fantastic humans, a black lab, a tabby cat and a
Chinchilla named Wodney. 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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Surprise Cover Reveal: Visibly Broken by MJ Fields and Chelsea Camaron

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We are so excited to share the cover for Visibly Broken by USA Today Bestselling authors MJ Fields and Chelsea Camaron!

Coming soon on September 20, 2016!

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Blurb:

Jason “Cobra” Stanley was born to fight. With a father like his, he had to toughen up just to survive. Now Cobra tries to take out all of his frustration, all of his anger, and all of his pain in the MMA cage. But after he receives one too many hits to the head during a match, the cycle of violence comes to a screeching halt. Cobra wakes up in the hospital, under the care of a nurse whose blond hair shines like a halo—and whose pure heart touches him on the deepest level.

Lorraine Bosch is a fighter too. The lone survivor in the murder of her entire family during a home invasion, she chooses push forward and help save lives. She prides herself on remaining professional, despite the chaos of the ER. But Cobra is the ultimate distraction. Lorraine knows she should run away screaming from his rippling muscles and shattered psyche. And yet how can she deny this broken man a second chance—especially since she knows exactly what he’s been through? Lorraine’s used to playing guardian angel. Now it’s her turn to find heaven in Cobra’s arms.

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MJ Fields is the USA Today bestselling author of the Love series, the Wrapped series, the Burning Souls series, the Men of Steel series, and the Norfolk series. A former small-business owner who recently became a full-time writer, Fields lives in central New York, surrounded by family and friends. Her house is full of pets, friends, and noise ninety percent of the time, and she wouldn’t have it any other way.

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Chelsea Camaron is a USA Today Best Selling author who loves bringing you panty-melting, page turning romantic suspense novels.

When I was younger I once said I wanted to become an author “when I grow up”. Well, I am a big kid and don’t plan to ever fully grow up, but this is an amazing journey to accomplish something I set out to do in childhood.

Chelsea Camaron has a love for old muscle cars and Harley Davidson motorcycles. She currently resides in Southern Louisiana with her husband and two children. She was born and raised in Coastal North Carolina and her heart is always Carolina daydreaming. Her love for reading has sparked a new love for writing with a few projects currently in the works.

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Release Day: The Manhattan Series by Willa Thorne

Today is the release day for The Manhattan Series by Willa Thorne. We are so excited to share this fantastic new release with you! Willa is sharing an excerpt and giveaway with us to celebrate the release.

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The Manhattan Series Synopsis:

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Once upon a time,

In a city not so far away,

There lived a girl who was in love with her brother’s best friend.

Years later, their paths crossed again.

But he wasn’t the same man she once knew.

Jaded by the world, he decided to use her as his pawn in a plan for revenge…

British businessman, Mason Woodward, seems to have everything going for him. He’s handsome, wealthy, and knows how to get what he wants. His best friend, Travis, was like a brother to him, until the day he found him in bed with his girlfriend. Now, Mason has a plan for payback that involves Travis’ younger sister, Jillian.

“The plan seemed simple. I’d use her every which way, and then send her back to her brother with a clear message: You had your fun, and I had mine.”

Little did I know that I’d end up falling for her…

The Manhattan Series includes all three books in the set.

Book 1: His Pawn

Book 2: Queen In Play

Book 3: End Game

 

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Every ounce of composure I gathered inside the bathroom left me as soon as I stepped foot into his office again. Mason stood, leaning against the wall adjacent to the bathroom door. He’d removed his black suit jacket, and was wearing a crisp white button down. His tie had been removed. I could see the definition of his biceps and his hardened abs through his shirt.

He stared down at me hungrily as he prowled toward me. My eyes widened for a split second as he came closer, and in response, I took a few steps backwards until I felt my back against the wall. My breathing quickened as his body now pressed against mine, pinning me to the wall. I couldn’t escape- not that I wanted to.

His gaze alone entranced me, and left my insides smoldering. The scent of him clouded my senses as the heat of his body overtook me. The lace underneath my pencil skirt was officially wet. For those few seconds, as anticipation increased, I gazed up into his light brown eyes. There was a darkness in those eyes. Lust. If words weren’t going to convince me to accept his terms, then he was going to show me. I knew this, but I didn’t care. His arms wrapped around me, the strength of his body overpowering me. His lips crashed down on mine, and I savored his taste.

His lips enveloped mine while both of his hands flattened against the wall, not allowing me to move. His kiss was heated and passionate, yet tender. I felt a force stronger than any magnetic pull as he consumed me. Words can’t begin to describe how he’d captivated me, and I wondered if he felt the same pulse between us.

He nibbled on my lower lip gently as his hands slid down my body. His tongue tenderly slipped between my lips, silently demanding I part for him. I opened my mouth for him and welcomed his tongue as it caressed the inside of my mouth. I ran my hands up and down his back and it only encouraged him to ravish me even more.

I’d kissed two guys in my life before Mason, and I’d never felt such sensations from a kiss before. This was more than a kiss. This was indescribable. My body careened with desire against his. With his mouth still possessing mine, he took my hand and placed it on the bulge of his pants.

“Feel what you do to me,” his voice was raw in my ear. My heart was rampant as I felt the large, tented bulge in my hand. Solid and rock hard, for me. I stopped breathing for a second.

Before I knew what was happening, he’d bunched my skirt around my waist and pressed his knee between my legs to hold me in place. His hands reached around my backside, gripped me, and he lifted me up as though I weighed no more than a feather.

“Wrap your legs around me, sweetness,” he whispered in my ear before returning his lips to mine. Immediately I wrapped my legs around him and kissed him with lustful intensity as he carried me to the oversized white leather sofa situated on the other side of his office.

He sat down, leading me to straddle his lap. I felt the thick hardness beneath his black pants. A soft moan escaped my lips as his hardness pressed against my wet lace, rubbing me right… ohhhh there. Ah! I lightly rubbed myself on his tented shaft and it caused me to ache with need. Based on what I was feeling beneath me he was too big to fit inside me. His lips finally left mine and he trailed licks and kisses down my neck as his fingers slipped beneath my lace panties.

He grunted as he felt how damp my panties were. His thumb and forefinger rubbed my clit, soft at first, and then he quickly adopted a rougher tempo as he rubbed me and flicked me, making me so wet and swollen. I’d never experienced such aching desire as I did with this man.

“Oh Jill. You’re soaked for me,” he whispered into my ear. I moaned softly at his touch.

“You need to be fucked. Hard. You have no idea what I have planned for this sweet little body.”

His thumb and forefinger massaged my bud, and then he slipped a finger into my heat. I let out a breathy moan into his ear, and it only encouraged him. Then he slipped a second finger into me. I buried my face in his neck and moaned from the pleasurable pressure he applied to me down there. I felt him grow and harden beneath his pants.

“You’re so tight,” he said between kisses down my neck. His fingers moved in and out of me rapidly and I mewled in his ear.

“When’s the last time you were fucked good and hard?”

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Willa Throne Bio:

Willa Thorne is the author of the sexy and steamy Manhattan Series & the standalone romance, CLOSED HEART, which just released in February of 2016. For those of you who aren’t familiar with her work, She writes sensual, contemporary romance stories which are filled with emotion, secrets and twists.

She is originally from New Jersey, and currently lives in Southern Connecticut with her husband and rescue pup.

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Release Blitz: Detecting Lust by Mikey Lee

 

 

Title: Detecting Lust
Series: Sin #1
Author: Mikey Lee
Genre: Erotic Detective
 Release Date: June 2, 2016

 

Blurb

Seth Lane is the best SVU Detective the precinct has to offer. He’s smart, determined and has a seriously impressive closing rate. He’s also sexy as hell and married to Zee, a woman who not only understands his demanding job but supports him in doing whatever is necessary to close the case.But when he meets the newest victim of a brutal attack, Seth has to use every resource he has to find the suspect – and fast. Every clue he collects is a step towards closing the case, but he’s shocked when the biggest clue of all comes with the help of his wife. Thrown headfirst into the case, Seth must follow the evidence to apprehend the suspect before he hits again.

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Mikey Lee is just a regular guy who loves his wife, their dog and being outdoors. He started writing as a way to express his creative side and he has been so humbled by the support of readers, bloggers and other authors.
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Excerpt Reveal: Last Kiss by Laurelin Paige

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Last Kiss by Laurelin Paige

Series: First and Last #2
Publisher: St. Martin’s Press
Genre: Romantic Suspense/ Contemporary Romance

“Visceral, enticing, shining with white lies and dark truths, seductive twists and turns, and a love that takes your breath away.” – Katy Evans, New York Times bestselling author

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Synopsis:

A GAME OF CAT AND MOUSE FILLED WITH DARK DESIRES AND DANGEROUS SECRETS…

Emily Wayborn has made a decision.

She might not fully trust handsome and deadly Reeve Sallis, but he is the one person that gives her what she needs. With Reeve she can finally be herself. Submitting to him is the only thing keeping her grounded as the rest of her life falls apart. But the hotelier is a master at keeping secrets and as she continues her quest for answers someone is making sure she doesn’t find them.

Time is running out and she is questioning everything she thought she knew about friendship and love. She must now make an impossible choice that will determine if she will survive with her heart…or at all.

Excerpt:

What he really wanted to hear were the other words, the words I couldn’t give. He’d danced around it, too, though. He’d suggested he loved me, but he’d never told me outright. Those words stood so prominently that they’d become a barrier between us. Either they’d been a lie, a cruel response to my scheming, or they’d been truthful—a possible doorway leading to something else. Something more.

Damn, how I wanted the more. Wanted it enough to brave broaching the subject. “You said things the other night, Reeve—”

He jumped in, turning his head to meet my eyes straight on. “I meant them.”

“Oh.”

Oh.

There was so much to say in response and yet nothing at all came to mind. And as wary as I was to fully trust him, I believed him. Many men had proclaimed their love for me—usually when I had my mouth around their dick—but it had never been sincere. The plethora of false variations had been enough to teach me that this version was the real thing.

But Reeve had said he’d loved Amber that night as well. And I believed that too.

“I want you sleeping in my bed, Emily.”

Or perhaps I was wrong about everything, and his devotion was tied up in sex like all the other men I’d known.

I considered retorting back something sassy about not always being able to get what you want. But I wasn’t quite sure that was an adage that Reeve understood. Besides, I wanted to be sleeping in his bed as well, and maybe I would be eventually. If it was really where he wanted me. If I was really the one he wanted there.

I knew I should just ask—how do you feel about Amber now? What happens next between us? It was on the tip of my tongue, the questions preformed in my mouth when I decided to swallow them instead. Because I wasn’t sure I was ready to hear those answers—whatever they may be—and, in this moment, at least, I was what he desired. And maybe it was just an excuse to not have to think about her for a minute, to not worry about feeling guilty or like I’d betrayed her. As long as I didn’t know, I could blame my behavior on ignorance, and I could please him too.

The swing rocked as I shifted to my knees. Ignoring the chill of the seat against my bare shins, I leaned forward and unfastened Reeve’s jeans.

“This isn’t my bed,” he said, not moving to either help me or stop me.

“It’s the best I can do right now.”

He’d gone commando, a sign that he’d likely tried to sleep as well, then had thrown his clothing on when he found the effort futile. I rubbed my hands together, heating them with friction before I reached in for his cock.

Just as I lowered my lips to his tip, he said, “That ‘right now’ insinuates that there will be a time that you can do more.”

I didn’t want to answer, afraid of giving too much of myself away. Afraid that he wouldn’t like my reasons for not being with him fully or that he’d try to talk me out of worrying about Amber’s place in all of this.

So I occupied my mouth in other ways that prevented talking.

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Title: Promised Nights
Series: Nights #2
Author: Louise Bay
Genre: Contemporary Romance
 Release Date: May 11, 2016
Blurb

I’ve been in love with Luke Daniels since, well, forever. As his sister’s best friend, I’ve spent over a decade living in the friend zone, watching from the sidelines hoping he would notice me, pick me, love me.I want the fairy tale and Luke is my Prince Charming. He’s tall, with shoulders so wide he blocks out the sun. He’s kind with a smile so dazzling he makes me forget everything that’s wrong in the world. And he’s only man that can make me laugh until my cheeks hurt and my stomach cramps.

But he’ll never be mine.

So I’ve decided to get on with my life and find the next best thing.

Until a Wonder Woman costume, a bottle of tequila and a game of truth or dare happened.

Then Luke’s licking salt from my wrist and telling me I’m beautiful.

Then he’s peeling off my clothes and pressing his lips all over my body.

Then what? Is this the start of my happily ever after or the beginning of a tragedy?

Previously released as “Calling Me: The Complete Series”

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I Can’t Make You Love Me – Bonnie Raitt

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If I Knew Then – Lady Antebellum

You Are Everything – Diana Ross

Let’s Wait Awhile – Janet Jackson

Here I am – Leona Lewis

Knocks Me Off My Feet – Stevie Wonder

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Come Rain Or Come Shine – Ray Charles

 

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Author Bio
USA Today bestselling author, Louise Bay writes sexy, contemporary romance novels – the kind she likes to read. Her books include the novels Faithful and Hopeful and the novella series’ The Empire State Series, What the Lightning Sees and Calling Me. The novels and together the series are stand-alone although there are some overlapping characters.

Ruined by romantic mini-series of the eighties, Louise loves all things romantic. There’s not enough of it in real life so she disappears into the fictional worlds in books and films.

Louise loves the rain, the West Wing, London, days when she doesn’t have to wear make-up, being on her own, being with friends, elephants and champagne.

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Blurb:

She’d brought two enormous trunks of clothes with her, insisting they were necessary both for the charade and to prevent them from being stolen in her absence. “I’m sorry, I know I’m disgustingly particular,” she told the maid who’d come up with the trunks. “But all these petticoats have got to be hung up, and not pressed all together either.” Maggie darted a ruthless smile at Simon. “If you’ve got to squash something, squash HIS things.”
The maid smiled hesitantly, unwilling to risk annoying Simon.
The threat to his clothes did not annoy him. Nor did it annoy him that it looked as if a muslin factory had exploded over half the bed. Spangles, embroidery, stripes…all of which Maggie ignored to set out her hairpins on the dressing table, and her hairbrush and jewelry. Unwinding a shawl from around a little painted cut-glass perfume bottle, she set the bottle by the mirror as carefully as if it were a Crown Jewel. Simon felt dizzy, remembering the scent of tuberoses.
Men were SUPPOSED to be annoyed at being surrounded by a froth of femininity, weren’t they? But he wasn’t sure why. In this case ‘froth’ was not a strong enough word—the room was rapidly becoming a whipped custard, a meringue, or perhaps a many-layered trifle of femininity—and Simon just wanted to roll her into that cloud of muslin and kiss her.
But he had resolved with himself not to. THAT was what annoyed him.