Reckless Abandon Condemned Angels MC #3 By Heather Leigh Release Date March 14, 2015 Synopsis When Nicole was faced with the recent turn of events, she learned of three siblings, which were all member of the Devils MC. She waged herself to her brother, Jax- the President of the Devils, in return for Jeremy and the Condemned Angels MC’s safety. Little did she realize that Jeremy claimed her has his Old Lady, and he was determined to get Nicole back. In their rescue mission, the rivals, Devils MC, takes Jeremy and Hunter hostage. However, Hunter comes to find his past surfacing. Eva, legally still his wife, was now Jax’s Old Lady. The deep secret that Eva holds is the one thing that separated Hunter and her years ago. Her secret past could get her killed if Jax ever found out. Will Hunter use her secret to kill two birds with one stone? Will Jeremy make it out of Idaho alive and with Nicole, or will he and his MC fall before the Devils. Fall in-love with Hunter and Eva’s story while Jeremy fights for what he loves most. Who will make it out alive? **This is book 3 of the Condemned Angels MC Series*** Excerpt Nicole That redheaded bitch guided me by my cuff-bound wrists to a room down the hall with no window. She shoved me down onto the bed by my shoulder. “Fuckin’ watch it, bitch!” I yelled up at her, while I shrugged her hand away from its current location. “You better watch that smart ass mouth of yours, baby girl.” She firmly held onto my jaw, while her eyes scanned my face. “So, which one are you fucking?” “Excuse me?” “Which one are you fucking, Jeremy or the other one? Or both?” She grinned down at me. “What’s it to you?” My chin jutted upward. “Just curious to see if I can take one for a little joy ride, which one would you recommend?” “Fuck you!” I spit up at her, but she jumped back in time to avoid getting hit. Eva stepped back up to me, my head was pulled backwards and sharp pain ran over my scalp. Fuck, I’m going to be bald by the end of this shit, I swear to God. “You. Will. Respect. Me. You. Little.Cunt.” She yanked my hair back with each word. I was silent. Fuck you, bitch. Calling me a cunt? Ha, just you fucking wait. “There…that’s better.” Eva released her grip on my hair. “I’ll go and make sure the boys have a proper welcoming to the Devil’s clubhouse.” Her chocolate-colored eyes sparkled with amusement. Her red-painted nails pushed a piece of hair behind my ear; she leaned down and kissed my lips. The blood rushed to my ears, adrenaline pumped through my veins. I kept completely still, watching her every move. As Eva approached the doorway, she looked over her shoulder and called, “Maybe I’ll even let you watch.” She winked at me and left the room. I heard the sound of a deadbolt clicking into place. I released the breath that I held in. My lungs burned. I was ready to fucking kill that bitch. I threw myself backwards onto the bed, and let out a frustrated scream.
Giveaway About The Author Heather Leigh is the author of Burning Desire and Ride Hard, the first two books in the Condemned Angels MC Series. In recent years, she has been a complete and utter book smut. Writing for personal pleasure is how it all started for her. Taking the road down self-publishing has opened her eyes to a new world. Ruined by dark romances, Heather is living her dream to share her stories with the world. Heather would love to hear from you. You can contact her via... Links Email: [email protected] Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/HeatherLeighBooks Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/heatherleighbooks Twitter: https://twitter.com/HLeighBooks
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Wilde Hearts Wilde Women Book 2 By Suzanne Halliday Release Date: Synopsis Is there a statute of limitation on heartbreak? Rhiann Baron-Wilde hopes so. Surely eight years is long enough…right? After chasing her dream of living in New York and working in the fashion industry, Rhi suddenly isn’t so sure that’s what she really wants to do anymore. After all, the hush-hush stories she’s been writing—stuff about white knights and forever after—are calling to her. Then, Liam Ashforth turns up eight long years after walking away from their secret love affair. And not just any old reappearance—not him! No, he’s come back as her boss in a move that shakes up Rhiann’s whole world. Liam makes it clear—he wants her back. But can she believe him? Should she trust him again? After all, they hadn’t exactly parted as friends. Then again, maybe this is her very own happily ever after? But secrets and lies have a way of coming back to haunt in sometimes surprising ways and an unexpected twist that threatens more than their feelings puts these two to the ultimate test. Wilde Heart is the second book in the Wilde Women series about three sisters who weren’t exactly looking for love by Bestselling romantica author, Suzanne Halliday Purchase Links Wilde Forever Wilde Women Book 1 Sale $1.99 Amazon http://amzn.to/1widdUz B&N http://bit.ly/1wzwg03 iTunes http://bit.ly/1zy348z Kobo http://bit.ly/1qxcMGB About The Author
USA Today Bestselling Author Suzanne Halliday writes what she knows and what she loves – sexy adult contemporary romance with strong men and spirited women. Her love for creating short stories for friends and family has developed into a passion for writing romantic fiction with a sensual edge. She finds the world of digital, self-publishing to be the perfect platform for sharing her stories and also for what she enjoys most of all – reading. When she’s not on a deadline you’ll find her loading up on books to devour. Currently a wanderer, she and her family divide their time between the east and west coast, somehow always managing to get the seasons mixed up. When not digging out from snow or trying to stay cool in the desert, you can find her in the kitchen, 80’s hair band music playing in the background, kids running in and out, laptop on with way too many screens open, something awesome in the oven, and a mug of hot tea clutched in one hand. Links Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/SuzanneHallidayAuthor/timeline Webiste: http://suzannehallidayauthor.blogspot.com/ GooglePLus: https://plus.google.com/108331615626691958938/posts Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/8047413.Suzanne_Halliday Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Suzanne-Halliday/e/B00JO7ZUUK Pinetrest: https://www.pinterest.com/halliday0383/ Now Leaving Sugartown Sugartown #4 By Carmen Jenner Release Date March 11, 2015 Synopsis Pepper Ryan grew up the troublesome, spoiled child of a rock god. With her less-than-stellar parentage, and the bipolar disorder that has plagued her existence, to say this little firecracker is a handful would be the understatement of the century. Sammy Belle spent more than half his life saving Pepper. He’d been her strength, her sanity, and the protective brotherly figure she never wanted to have. They were never meant to be together. They gave in anyway. And just when Sammy thought he had everything he wanted, Pepper ran. Now twenty-three, Pepper returns to Sugartown, a failed tattoo artist with one too many screws loose who’s down on her luck, wielding an ice cream van as beaten up as her heart. Sugartown’s most coveted bachelor has always been content with the quiet life he leads until Pepper, the hellion from his past, returns to test his strength, his patience, and perhaps even his sanity. But two can play at that game, and Pepper is about to learn that Sam can give as good as he gets. Can this good country boy survive Pepper’s cruel city world, or will the whole thing be put down to a bout of temporary insanity? One thing is for certain: He’s crazy about her. She’s just crazy. Warning: Intended for an 18+ audience. Contains sexual content, oodles of profanity, a firefighter so hot you may need a very cold shower, and one pink-haired crazy Harajuku girl. Purchase Links Excerpt “Sammy. We’re not eighteen and twenty-four anymore. You’re not my type, and I’m pretty sure I’m not yours.” I nod and lower my gaze to my coffee. She couldn’t be more wrong about her not being my type. Truth is, I’ve only ever had one type: Pepper Ryan, whether she was a sweet-faced redhead with a bad attitude, or a blue-haired manic-depressive emo little shit. It doesn’t matter how old she is, or how many times she changes the colour of her hair, every fibre within me screams out to touch her when we’re in the same room. Living with her would be absolute fucking torture. When I glance up, Pepper’s rubbing at a spot on my countertop. Her wild pink hair shakes out all around her shoulders. Beneath her worn T-shirt, her breasts jiggle in time with her violent scrubbing. It takes several deep breaths—and an insane amount of luck—not to come in my pants. I need my head checked for agreeing to this. “You can stay, but you sleep on the couch, you pick up your shit, and you don’t complain when I have people over.” “You know people other than Jake?” she teases but I send her an “I’m still not one hundred per cent on you invading my space so don’t fuck with me” look and the smile quickly disappears. “Oh, I have another bag in the van, would you mind getting it for me? It’s parked out front,” she says as she props herself up on my kitchen bench, folding one leg under the other and sipping her coffee. “Can I get rid of my morning wood first?” I say under my breath, not expecting her to hear me. “Yeah, you should probably take care of that shit. It’s distracting.” I set down my coffee cup and head for the bathroom. “Maybe we should work out some kind of roster?” she calls after me. “Like I get a masturbation break Tuesday, Thursdays, Saturdays and twice on Sunday, and you get—” “You really need to stop talking about this.” I slam the door shut behind me and whip out my cock. Pepper’s been here all of five minutes and already it’s begging for that little tease’s touch. I piss—though it takes a lot longer than it should have because I keep thinking about her tits in that top and my hard-on just won’t go down. I stare at myself for a long time in the mirror, as I wash my hands. What the fuck did I just get myself into?
Giveaway About The Author Carmen Jenner is a thirty-something, USA TODAY Best Selling Author, doctor, pilot and CIA agent. She's also a compulsive, flagrant prevaricator who gets to make things up for a living. While Sugartown may not technically exist, Carmen grew up in a small Australian town just like it, and just like her characters, she always longed for something more. They didn't have an Elijah Cade, though. If they did, you can be sure she would have never left. Links Website: http://www.carmenjenner.com/ Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Carmen-Jenner/274005066033305 Tsu: https://www.tsu.co/CarmenJenner Twitter: https://twitter.com/CarmenJAuthor Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6547659.Carmen_Jenner The 27 Club By Kim Karr Release Date March 3, 2015 Synopsis You don’t know when… You don’t get to choose if… When it’s time to join…you’ll know. You might think you want to be a member—but trust me this is one club you don’t want to join. It’s not a place where people go to live out their deepest, darkest sexual desires—there are no handcuffs or blindfolds. The 27 Club only admits those who die young and tragically. My brother was recently bestowed membership and joined many of our ancestors before him. I know I’m next. This is my destiny, and I was ready to yield. But then I met Nate. He awakened a sensuality in me that had never been explored, never satisfied. I knew then I could no longer accept my destiny. Nate’s presence controls me. I’m overwhelmed by his touch, his words; my every thought is consumed by desire. I believe he was brought into my life for a reason. Nate doesn’t believe in destiny. But I do. And if there’s a way to cheat it—I must. Purchase Links Excerpt Coffee Beans Part I The wind howls and the palm trees whip against the windows as the storm seems to make its way closer to landfall. Thunder booms and lightning lights up the room, startling me. No, not lightning—a lamp. “Hello, Zoey.” The voice is deep and husky. As the sound registers, I scream. I quickly sit up and scan my unfamiliar surroundings. My eyes immediately land on the silhouette of a man standing beside me, and I scream again, this time scrambling off the bed in terror. In this moment, my heart stops beating, my lungs stop breathing, and my brain stops thinking. I’m petrified. The man raises his palms up in surrender. “Zoey, I’m Nate, Z’s friend. You don’t have to be scared. I’m not going to hurt you.” My fear must be evident. I stare at him for a few long moments, both alarmed and trembling. Only once realization sets in, that yes, this is Nate, my brother’s best friend, do I attempt to calm my ragged breaths. He takes a cautious step back. “Just cover up with something so we can talk.” Oh my God, my clothes. Tangled sheets catch on my limbs as I climb back onto the bed and unsuccessfully try to pull the covers over my practically naked body. Before humiliation grabs complete hold of me, I give up and dive for my soaking wet shirt lying on the floor. Sliding the cold fabric over my head, I pull it down to cover my panties and stand up, quickly crossing my arms over my chest to shield any signs of the chill I’m feeling. Not great, but better. At least I can look at him with a little dignity. Finally, I glance up and my gaze catches his. As soon as it does, he drops his eyes. The photos I’ve seen of him over the years, when my brother would text me a funny shot—a selfie of him and Nate at some top chef restaurant, at the beach, or at a coffee house—didn’t nearly do him justice. Those shots were goofy poses with baseball caps turned backwards and funny faces. Not that I didn’t think he was good looking in them, because I did, but there’s just something different about him. I blink and focus on the matter at hand. “You scared the shit out of me. What are you doing here?” Staring at the ground, he leans against the door jam. “You beat me to the punch. I was just about to ask you the same question.” “Why would you ask me that?” He raises a brow. “I guess I’m just curious.” I sigh, feeling confused. His gaze lifts, and those eyes, those bewitching emerald green eyes, stare back at me. “Not that I mind that you’re here. It’s just—a little warning would have been nice. That’s all.” His tone is more bemused than apologetic. I’m not sure what to think. With a straight and confident stance, I clear my throat. “I e-mailed you earlier today to let you know that I was coming for the weekend. I’m really sorry about the late notice, but I decided at the last minute.” He reaches into the pocket of his low-slung jeans and pulls out his phone. After a few taps and scrolls he looks up at me. “I guess you did. Here it is. I’m usually on top of my e-mails but today my . . . schedule was full. Had I seen your message, I would have tried to rearrange my plans.” “That’s fine really. I managed. It’s not a big deal.” I steal a glance at my reliable Timex—just after midnight. What is he doing in my brother’s house in the middle of the night? Just as I’m about to ask him, my eyes catch sight of the way he predatorily walks around the room and I’m momentarily distracted. He moves like a panther— slowly circling his prey, keeping his distance, not too close, but close enough to pounce if he feels the urge. He settles back against the wall, just a little closer now. “Zoey, did you hear me?” I swallow. “Sorry, what?” His tone grows more insistent. “I said I would have at least sent a car for you. You shouldn’t be out in this weather on your own.” My brow furrows. Why is he still talking about the airport? When I don’t respond, he crosses his arms over his chest like he owns the place. It’s then that reality sinks in. And as cliché as this sounds, I am not going to let Mr. Tall, Dark, and Handsome intimidate me. It’s time to take charge. “There was no need. I managed just fine. But if you didn’t know I was coming, can I ask what you’re doing here?” Confusion seems to have taken over his thoughts as he steps even closer—moving with a lethal grace that makes my body start to hum. I can’t help but study him as his features come into clear focus. His body is long and lean. His hair is dark, the most unusual shade of brown, maybe like the color of expensive chocolate, but not exactly. His eyes are languid, watchful, and the most beautiful shade I’ve ever seen—darker than emeralds or the deepest of forest greens. His lips look full and soft. He is handsome in a way that is unlike anyone I’ve ever seen. My mind is going haywire. A look of realization seems to cross his face as he stares at me. “Nate, why are you at my brother’s house in the middle of the night?” I ask him again. With a smirk, he ignores my question. Instead of answering me, he opens the door beside him. It’s a closet, Zach’s closet to be exact, and he steps right in, again like he owns the place. “What are you doing?” I ask impatiently. He comes back into the bedroom with a pair of sweatpants and a T-shirt in his hand. “You’re trembling. How about you get changed and we sit down to talk?” The audacity of this man is beyond comprehension. From his e-mails he seemed nice, but then again, you never can tell what lurks behind the words on a computer screen. He stares and his small smirk really irritates me. “Take these, they’re mine. I’ll wait downstairs while you get changed.” If I weren’t standing here, chilled and in my underwear, I might just tell him to go to hell. But instead I reach for the clothes, and as I do, I start to wonder if he’s been squatting in my brother’s house. Once the clothes are in my hands, his mouth spreads into a slow, easy grin. Annoyance grabs hold of me as I pivot on my bare feet and head toward the bathroom, making sure not to glance over my shoulder. When I hear heavy footsteps, I let my body fall back and shut everything out of my mind for a few short seconds. What is going on? When I’ve gathered my composure, I quickly strip out of my wet clothes and redress. Then I make the mistake of looking in the mirror. A wet dog would look better than I do right now. In an effort to improve the image, I grab a towel and wipe the black mascara from under my eyes. Then I use my fingers to comb through my mass of curls and try to calm them, but that’s nearly impossible. Okay, better—but not great. Who cares anyway? It’s not like I’m trying to impress him. In fact, I’ve never tried to impress a man. Ever. Giveaway WIN the most complete Connections Series bundled pack ever. Including 4 signed books, 4 audiobooks, bookmarks, & swag (including a pearl necklace, star earrings, penny bracelet, and shamrock keychain.) About The Author I live in Florida with my husband and four kids. I've always had a love for reading books and writing. Being an English major in college, I wanted to teach at the college level but that was not to be. I went on to receive an MBA and became a project manager until quitting to raise my family. I currently work part-time with my husband and full-time embracing one of my biggest passions—writing. Stalk Her: Website | Facebook | Twitter | Goodreads Single, Volume Two By Lyra Parish Release Date March 9, 2015 Synopsis Sometimes love can be cruel. Not that Roxane has fallen in love but the one man she found interesting has crossed from her personal life into her professional one which makes life complicated. Parker Williams doesn’t take no for an answer, not that Roxane would deny him anyway. He has his own set of rules that must be followed while hers are being crossed through like a to-do list. When a person falls in love, it’s supposed to be easy but it’s much more complex than either realized it could be. Roxane’s control is slipping along with every opinion she had about love. This time, it feels different. This time, it finally feels right. Slowly she realizes how much is at stake, but she is only concerned about losing one thing—her heart. Purchase Links Excerpt "Are you fucking kidding me, Rox?" Stacey screamed into the phone. There was music blaring in the background, and I heard the clicking of a camera lens and loud flashes. I could only imagine how many umbrellas were set up for the shoot. She was at her next spread for Cover Girl, but decided to stop the presses just for me. "I wish I were," I said, remembering his lips on my thighs and the taste of him in my mouth. "He’s intoxicating." My words seemed to drift away into the open space of the car as I accelerated onto the 610 Loop. "Oh my god," she said. "The airiness in your tone, the pauses between your sentences—you fucking liiiiiiiiike him, don’t you?" I couldn’t admit that, not right now. It was too soon, way too soon. Actually, only hours after the incident, as I now termed it. I couldn’t even tell Stacey what exactly had happened, just that something had happened. Her imagination was dirty, so I’m sure she could figure it out with just a few hints. Honestly, if I even said a peep about it, or about how Parker Williams made me feel, she would be declaring her victory. I might as well just hand her the crown. The incident had shifted everything I once thought I believed, and everything I had tried to avoid. I couldn’t deny that when I closed my eyes, his face was the one I saw. Those piercing blue eyes were burned into my retinas. I knew the smile permanently attached to my lips existed for one reason. Or if one wanted to get technical, it was the messy brown hair, blue eyes, and that sexy voice that almost made my knees go weak. Oh my god. Was I having a revelation? Yes, I was having a revelation. Maybe I wasn’t in control of how I felt anymore? But that couldn't be. Not after being with someone only once. The chase was over, wasn't it? Fuuuuucccckkkkkk me! The heart was trying to control me, but I couldn’t let it. Even the heart had weaknesses. Love was the equivalent of stabbing a dagger into a heart and twisting. Okay, maybe it wasn't that dramatic, but it felt like it to me. "No. Of course not," I said after a long pause. I was lost in my thoughts, and Stacey, being the way she was, noticed. "I wish I could see your face right now, because I know you’re lying. I know you are trying to feed me lies, Roxane VanBuren, and I’m not having it. I want every single dirty little detail of what happened, and not just, ‘we moved to second base,’ got it?" A man’s voice yelled in the background about how models should get off their damn phones and actually work today. "I’ve got to go. Darrell is being such a douche. I swear his glitter panties are in a knot right now … but this isn’t over." More yells followed, and she said her goodbyes after cursing loudly that it was an emergency and people needed to shut the hell up. My heart raced at the thought of what was happening to me. I had to deny this at all costs. I couldn’t be in like. I had never fallen for someone so soon. No way. And if I started admitting it, even to myself, it would be trouble. I knew it sounded so silly to be in like, but it was the first step to love. All I could think of was that stupid childhood chant that we all sang to agitate people who were in like. Roxy and Parker sitting in a tree … next thing there would k-i-s-s-i-n-g, love, then a baby in a baby carriage. Hell no. No. There were no babies in my future. Single Volume One After failing miserably at love, Roxane VanBuren swears off men but not before her determined best friend shows her all the advantages of being single. After a wild weekend full of sex, old-flames, and secrets, Roxane is desperate to forget it ever happened. But she learns it isn't that easy. Since becoming the President of VanBuren Investments, she knows how important it is for her professional and personal life to remain separate from one another. If the two were to mix, the rumors could possibly ruin her reputation, which is bad for her and bad for business. To avoid that, Roxane allows rules to define and guide her every move. Unfortunately for her, Parker Williams is determined to break them all, one at a time. Amazon | Barnes & Noble | Kobo Giveaway About The Author Lyra Parish loves to write, travel, and sing obnoxiously loud at the top of her lungs in the shower. Sweet love stories (along with the dirty ones) make her gush. She is a firm believer that a person can never have too many cats, cups of coffee, or read too many happily ever afters. When she isn't busy writing, she can be found sipping various beverages from her non-alcoholic drink buffet, pimp slapping excel spreadsheets, or riding her bike. Lyra currently resides in Texas with her glass blowing, guitar playing hubby and black cat. Links Website: http://lyraparish.com Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/lyraparishauthor Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7256865.Lyra_Parish Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Lyra-Parish/e/B00HTFM1JM/ref=sr_ntt_srch_lnk_3?qid=1419042106&sr=8-3-fkmr0 TSU`: https://www.tsu.co/lyraparish Now Leaving Sugartown Sugartown #4 By Carmen Jenner Release Date: March 11, 2015 Synopsis Pepper Ryan grew up the troublesome, spoiled child of a rock god. With her less-than-stellar parentage, and the bipolar disorder that has plagued her existence, to say this little firecracker is a handful would be the understatement of the century. Sammy Belle spent more than half his life saving Pepper. He’d been her strength, her sanity, and the protective brotherly figure she never wanted to have. They were never meant to be together. They gave in anyway. And just when Sammy thought he had everything he wanted, Pepper ran. Now twenty-three, Pepper returns to Sugartown, a failed tattoo artist with one too many screws loose who’s down on her luck, wielding an ice cream van as beaten up as her heart. Sugartown’s most coveted bachelor has always been content with the quiet life he leads until Pepper, the hellion from his past, returns to test his strength, his patience, and perhaps even his sanity. But two can play at that game, and Pepper is about to learn that Sam can give as good as he gets. Can this good country boy survive Pepper’s cruel city world, or will the whole thing be put down to a bout of temporary insanity? One thing is for certain: He’s crazy about her. She’s just crazy. Warning: Intended for an 18+ audience. Contains sexual content, oodles of profanity, a firefighter so hot you may need a very cold shower, and one pink-haired crazy Harajuku girl. Purchase Links Excerpt “I didn’t ask you to protect my virtue, Sam,” I snap back, and then I find myself forced up against the wall, in much the same way Luke was, only Sam’s fingers are digging into the tops of my arms and his face is just inches from mine. Close enough to feel his warm breath on my face. Close enough to kiss, if only I could find the courage to lean in. “You should be begging me to protect your virtue, Little,” Sam whispers. His words make my head spin. His scent makes me want to push him back on my bed and rub myself all over him like a cat in heat. My entire body breaks out in goose bumps. Sam lets me go, but he pens me in against the wall with an arm either side of my head. He runs the tip of his nose along the side of my neck. I close my eyes, wanting, wishing with every cell in my body that he would just press his lips to my skin. That he would take me in his arms and lay me out on the bed that Luke and I had just mussed with our heavy petting. That he would possess my body the way that he possesses my every thought. His breath washes over the sensitive flesh below my ear. I hold mine until it hurts. And then Sam’s lips press a warm, wet kiss against my neck. His tongue darts out to taste my skin and the ache between my legs turns to agony. With a grunt, Sam wedges his leg between my thighs. I let out a startled cry. His lips trail my neck, my jaw, and then finally he takes my mouth with his in a searing, hot kiss. I must be losing my ever-loving mind. I’m delusional. I’ve gone completely insane. This isn’t at all like kissing Luke. I don’t feel numb. I feel alive. I feel as though our bodies were spiralling in opposite directions, and now? Now, they’re moving as one, they’re connected, they’re … right. I rock my pelvis against him. His knee thrusts into the hollow between my legs, pulling an involuntary moan from my mouth, and then Sam pulls away. He skitters back, as if I’m the one who attacked him, and he rakes his hands through his hair. “Fuck!” Once again I’m stunned into silence as I watch his livid expression and powerful body fill up my room with his fury. “That can never happen again.” “Sam—” “Don’t.”
Giveaway About The Author Carmen Jenner is a thirty-something, USA TODAY Best Selling Author, doctor, pilot and CIA agent. She's also a compulsive, flagrant prevaricator who gets to make things up for a living. While Sugartown may not technically exist, Carmen grew up in a small Australian town just like it, and just like her characters, she always longed for something more. They didn't have an Elijah Cade, though. If they did, you can be sure she would have never left. Links Website: http://www.carmenjenner.com/ Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Carmen-Jenner/274005066033305 Tsu: https://www.tsu.co/CarmenJenner Twitter: https://twitter.com/CarmenJAuthor Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6547659.Carmen_Jenner The Fear That Divides Us The Devils Dust #3 By M.N. Forgy Release Date March 11, 2015 Synopsis Road Captain of the Devil’s Dust Motorcycle Club, Bobby has the scars to prove just how dangerous his life is. He gives the world he knows hell and loves every moment of it. Wearing a panty-dropping grin along the way, his fierce life has never been a problem for him, until her. Jessica is the only female who has him distracted in his game. After taking him to bed, she’s the only woman to tell him to take a hike. Waking with her gone, he can’t resist her pull. He’s seen the marks on her body, ones which tell the horrors she’s lived through. He’s also seen the fear in her eyes when she lets herself become weak to his advances. Bobby has a decision to make. Can he help Jessica, or will it mean giving up his carefree life? Jessica, also known as Doc, lives life in fear. Years back, she ran to the Devil’s Dust for protection, seeking the demise of her abusive, dominant husband. Her mind and soul tortured by her past, she can’t allow herself to move forward. The only thing in her sight is her daughter’s safety. Even if she has the attention of one particular tattooed biker, she can’t succumb to his charm and drag her daughter back into a world of danger, no matter how much he thinks he can save her. Mistakes will be made. Fears will be faced. Pain will be remembered. Can Bobby and Jessica survive the dangers they bring upon themselves? Purchase Links What Doesn’t Destroy Us (Book One) The Devil’s Dust ONLY $0.99 Amazon US: http://amzn.to/1MghKfL Amazon UK: http://amzn.to/1NvBjnL B& N: http://bit.ly/1BUw5xk iTunes: http://bit.ly/1zqhR0Y The Scars that Define Us (Book Two) The Devil’s Dust Amazon US: http://amzn.to/1GdpVrd Amazon UK: http://amzn.to/1NvBmzU B& N: http://bit.ly/1BUvL1J iTunes: http://apple.co/1x5EiJf The Broken Piece of Us (Book 2.5) The Devil’s Dust ONLY $0.99 Amazon US: http://amzn.to/1NvAGdU Amazon UK: http://amzn.to/1DXnUwV B& N: http://bit.ly/1HfdTPd iTunes: http://apple.co/18rMayu Giveaway Kindle, $10 Starbucks Gift Card, $25 Amazon Gift card About The Author M.N. Forgy was raised in Missouri where she still lives with her family. She's a soccer mom by day and a saucy writer by night. M.N. Forgy started writing at a young age but never took it seriously until years later, as a stay-at-home mom, she opened her laptop and started writing again. As a role model for her children, she felt she couldn't live with the "what if" anymore and finally took a chance on her character's story. So, with her glass of wine in hand and a stray Barbie sharing her seat, she continues to create and please her fans. Stalk Her: Website | Facebook | Twitter | Goodreads Heart of Dixon Brooklyn #2 By Danielle Jamie Release Date March 10, 2015 Synopsis Life can change in a matter of seconds. One minute you’re laughing and enjoying life feeling invincible. Then BAM! Everything changes in a blink of an eye. My life has always been one big crazy party. That is until everything spiraled out of control. We made a catastrophic misjudgment putting trust in two people with evil intentions. Sadly none of us knew until it was too late. Now my best friend’s life is hanging in the balance and danger still lurks in the shadows. To make matters worse the 'never fall in love' motto I had all of my life just flew out the window at the worst time possible as I find myself torn between two men. What do you do when your heart is pulling you in one direction but your head is pulling you in another? I can’t help but fear that all of my life before this moment was just the calm before the storm… Purchase Links Wasted Love Book 1 Amazon US: http://amzn.to/1zoTiro Amazon UK: http://amzn.to/1tR5w9P iBOOKS: http://apple.co/182kLTN B&N: http://bit.ly/1Eu0XXl KOBO: http://bit.ly/1BhtCwr Giveaway $25 Amazon or B&N gift card (Intl) signed paperback set of Wasted Love & Hart of Dixon (US only) About The Author Amazon Bestselling Author and a mother of 3 wonderful kids. Madison 11 Bailey 6 and Finn 3. I run a successful online boutique, Bailey Booper’s Boutique; many of my items featured on Teen Mom 2. I live in a small town in NY with my husband of 11 years, enjoying my happily ever after. My perfect day is spending time at the beach, I love the Ocean. I’m an outdoorsy type of girl; every chance I get I’m outside walking or running around with my kids. I have been writing for as long as I can remember but I finally decide to pursue my dreams of sharing my stories with the world when I published my first Novel Irresistible Desire back in March 2013. Links Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/AuthorDanielleJamie Twitter: https://twitter.com/daniellejamie85 Website: http://daniellejamie85.wordpress.com/ Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6927799.Danielle_Jamie Unwritten Beachwood Bay #7 By Melody Grace Release Date March 10, 2015 Synopsis He’s my best friend’s brother – and the only boy I’ve ever loved. Movie star, manwhore, and totally off-limits. Until now. I told myself it was time to move on, until one epic night changed everything. Now there’s no denying the way I feel when he touches me, or the reckless desire in his eyes. Once we cross that line, there’s no going back. But can I risk it all for him when he’s still hiding secrets of his own? Some love stories are destiny. Ours is still unwritten. Purchase Links Excerpt I only have one New Year’s resolution, and it’s the same I’ve had for six years now: Make Blake Callahan fall madly, deeply, and uncontrollably in love with me. Every year, I write it in big block letters on the first page of my new journal, and every year, I finish out December with those some words still taunting me. But not this time. This year, I’ve decided, I’m really going to make it happen. “Happy New Year!” Noise floods through my thoughts. The party is in full swing around me, hundreds of people crammed into the amazing beachfront mansion. Music plays so loud I can feel it in my chest, and everywhere I look, people are flirting and laughing, getting ready for that midnight kiss. I check my phone. Just a few minutes to midnight. My heart beats faster. If I’m going to do this, I need to do it now. I can see Blake out on the deck, looking illegally hot in a vintage white T-shirt and jeans that deserve an award for their services to womankind. I haven’t seen him in a couple of years, but clearly, he only gets more devastating with age. It’s the reason he’s tipped as the hot new Hollywood star, about to break out in his first big movie role. But to me, he’ll always be plain old Blake Callahan: my first love, my unrequited crush. My best friend’s older brother. I’ve always been too scared to cross that line, but tonight is different. Tonight, everything changes. I take a deep breath, slide the doors open, and step outside. “Hello, stranger.” My voice comes, sounding flirty and bold. Good start. Blake turns, and I swear, his jaw drops. I feel another tremor of nerves, but they melt away when I recognize the familiar look in his eyes, the one I’ve seen from plenty of guys since my transformation, but never from him. Desire. He blinks at me in disbelief. “Zoey?” he says, sounding uncertain. “Holy shit, what happened to you?” Play it cool, I remind myself. Easy, breezy, like he’s been the last thing on your mind. I arch an eyebrow. “Good to see you too.” I sashay over and lean in to kiss him on both cheeks, the way I learned in Europe. I leave a smudge of scarlet on his skin, so I reach up and wipe it away. He looks confused. “Sorry, Paris,” I explain, kicking myself for the familiar gesture. “Uh, hey,” Blake recovers. “Welcome back. Is it just a vacation visit?” “It depends,” I say. “Uh, depends on what?” Blake asks. His gaze drifts down my body, all the way to my peep-toe sandals, the ones that usually make me feel invincible. But now, I feel stripped naked under his blue eyes, my heart beating so loudly in my chest I swear he can hear it over the muffled sound of the music inside. You. I bite back the truth. “You’ll see,” I answer cryptically instead. “But, yes, I’m back.” “Tegan will be happy, I know she missed you,” Blake smiles. “Me too.” I try to relax. This is Blake, I remind myself. Not some stranger. I know him. “I missed all of you guys,” I add, thinking of the whole Callahan family: Tegan, and their two other brothers too. “Europe is a long way from home.” I take the spot beside him and lean out to watch the dark shadow of the ocean play along the distant shore. “So what’s your resolution?” I ask, trying to sound flirty. “I guess… Make some great movies this year,” he smiles. “Not screw up and wind up waiting tables again to make a living.” I laugh. “No way. We all knew you had the talent, it just took the world a little while to catch on.” “You haven’t seen me act,” Blake retorts, teasing. “Sure I have,” I remind him. “I remember a certain show you did one Christmas…” “No!” Blake bursts out laughing. “God, why would you remind me about that?” “Come on,” I tease him, “you were the hunkiest Ebenezer Scrooge that Santa Monica ever saw.” He dressed up as a surfer Scrooge and played scenes on the promenade for fifty bucks. His brothers never shut up about it; we teased him all year. “Please tell me you don’t have photos, the tabloids would go crazy,” he groans. “Your secret is safe with me.” “I knew I could count on you.” Blake smiles, and I’m hit all over again with the force of him: that chiseled, handsome face, the smile, those magnetic blue eyes that always belonged on a movie screen. I feel the same flip in my stomach I felt the day we first met; time and distance have done nothing to lessen his effect on me. I think I see something shift in his expression, a glimpse of desire, but it must be wishful thinking, because he turns away. “You better get back inside,” he says shortly. “You’ll miss the party.” Disappointment crashes over me. I turn and slowly walk away, feeling like a fool. All my plans are for nothing; I tried and struck out again. But did you really try? A small voice nudges me. Didn’t you promise to give it your best shot? I gulp, then before I know what I’m doing, I whirl around and stride back to him. I put my hand on his arm, and pull him around to face me. “It’s the New Year,” I say stubbornly, my heart racing. “Not for another ten seconds.” Blake looks confused. They’re counting down inside, chanting the numbers. Time is running out. “Then I guess we’ll have to pass the time.” I take a deep breath, gathering all my courage, and then I reach up on my tiptoes and press my lips against his. “Nine! Eight! Seven!…” The voices fade away as I fall into the kiss. Blake’s mouth is warm, and I can taste the bourbon on his lips, feel the faint scrape of stubble on his jaw. This is it. I’m finally kissing him. But then I realize, Blake is frozen in place. He’s not kissing me back--but he hasn’t pulled away either. I loop my arms determinedly around his neck and pull his body down against mine. As if it was the signal he was waiting for, Blake suddenly sweeps me into his arms. He spins me around, pushing me back against the railings as he kisses me hard and deep, and I come undone. God… This is what I dreamed about, all those years of innocent fantasy. I must have played this moment a hundred times over in my mind, but nothing is as sweet as the feel of his lips claiming mine, the heat and desire blazing to life throughout my whole body. He eases my lips apart and sinks his tongue deep into my mouth. I moan against him, arching up to press closer against his body. I can feel the taut muscle through his clothes, the gorgeous planes of his shoulders and back. His hands slide over my body, cupping my ass and molding me to him, until there’s not an inch of space between us. And all the while, his mouth is driving me crazy, teasing and demanding, his tongue sliding hotly against mine, igniting a fire in my bloodstream that spirals low between my thighs. The sound of fireworks cuts through the haze. I pull away, breathless. Bursts of glitter and stardust light up across the bay, and there’s the sound of cheering inside. For a moment, I feel like the universe is celebrating our kiss, then I realize we kissed our way into the New Year. Elation crashes through me. He kissed me back. I wanted a sign, and here it is: big neon letters saying “He wants you too.” “That’s decided then,” I murmur to myself. Blake is standing there, looking shell-shocked. I smile. “Happy New Year.” I turn on my heel, and quickly duck back into the house before I can ruin the moment. But just as quickly, my joy fades. Because now that I know there’s something between us, my feelings aren’t so safe anymore. Loving him could destroy my friendships, my sense of family--everything that’s important to me in the world. Once we cross that line, there’s no going back. So do I take that risk? Giveaway About The Author Melody Grace is the New York Times bestselling author of the Beachwood Bay series. A small-town girl turned SoCal beach lover, after spending her life with her nose in a book, she decided it was time she wrote one herself. She loves steamy romance novels, happily-ever-afters, and lusting after fictional menfolk. She lives in LA with her two kittens, Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers. Links Website: http://melodygracebooks.blogspot.com.au/ Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/melodygracebooks Twitter: https://twitter.com/melody_grace_ Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6926290.Melody_Grace Rock Hard Rock Kiss #2 By Nalini SIngh Release Date March 10, 2015 Synopsis In New York Times Bestselling author Nalini Singh’s newest contemporary romance, passion ignites between a gorgeous, sinfully sexy man who built himself up from nothing and a shy woman who has a terrible secret in her past… Wealthy businessman Gabriel Bishop rules the boardroom with the same determination and ruthlessness that made him a rock star on the rugby field. He knows what he wants, and he’ll go after it no-holds-barred. And what he wants is Charlotte Baird. Charlotte knows she’s a mouse. Emotionally scarred and painfully shy, she just wants to do her job and remain as invisible as possible. But the new CEO—a brilliant, broad-shouldered T-Rex of a man who growls and storms through the office, leaving carnage in his wake—clearly has other plans. Plans that may be equal parts business and bedroom. If Charlotte intends to survive this battle of wits and hearts, the mouse will have to learn to wrangle the T-Rex. Game on. Purchase Links Excerpt Charlotte arrived at work at seven thirty the next morning to find Gabriel Bishop’s office door open, but no carnivorous predator inside. A fresh suit was hanging on the back of his door, however, which meant he’d been in already. Deciding to catch up on e-mails that had come in overnight from international suppliers as well as stores involved in a stock take, she was typing a reply when a sweaty Gabriel arrived fifteen minutes later. He was dressed in black running shorts and a faded University of Auckland T-shirt that was currently sticking to his body. She’d known he was in shape, but now she realized none of it was an illusion created by his well-cut suits. Okay, she’d already known that, but seeing his muscled body in the flesh was a whole different ball game. He was built like a tank, hard and powerful. Each of his thighs was thicker than both of hers put together, his biceps toned, his shoulders appearing even wider than usual. Everything about him was big. Civilized clothing didn’t make him look better, she realized—it toned down his intense masculinity. Out of his suits, with the ink on the upper part of his left arm exposed, as well as that on his opposing thigh and… Her skin hot and lower body clenching, she just nodded in response to his “Good morning.” Disappearing into his office, he returned with his suit pants and a fresh shirt slung over his arm, along with a sports bag. “Push the meeting with Sales to nine, will you, Ms. Baird? I need to talk to HR about something before then.” “Yes, sir,” Charlotte said almost soundlessly, but he was already gone, heading toward the employee shower one floor down. The thigh tattoo went all the way around, the design intricate. Heart rate a rapid stutter, Charlotte got up after he disappeared and decided to go grab him a coffee. He’d bought her one yesterday after all. She was just being nice. “Oh, shut up, Charlotte,” she muttered once she was in the elevator, and slumped her face into an upraised hand. The truth was she was running away. Only for a few minutes, but that’s what this was: strategic retreat. Gabriel Bishop was overwhelming. Once, before she’d ever met him and under the influence of cocktails, she’d told Molly she wanted to rip off his shirt and sink her teeth into his pecs. That desire hadn’t waned even now that she knew he was a T-Rex. Of course, the desire was all strictly in her imagination. The idea of actually handling him in real life? So impossible as to be laughable. Charlie-mouse was not about to play with a predator who could eat her alive and not even notice the bones. The good news was that she could admire him in relative safety—there was no chance in hell he’d ever notice her as a woman. Getting the coffee from a nearby café, she took it back upstairs. He was in his office when she entered, the striped dark gray of his tie hanging around his neck and his damp hair roughly combed. The scent of clean, fresh soap over warm skin permeated the office. Shooting her a smile that turned him from gorgeous to flat-out devastating, he flipped up the collar of his white shirt to get the tie in place. “Thank you, Ms. Baird.” Nodding, Charlotte escaped, though she really wanted to stay. She’d never realized how erotic it was to watch a man dress until this precise moment. And she shouldn’t be having these thoughts about her boss—especially since she couldn’t keep from quivering like a rabbit in his presence. Sometimes she just annoyed herself. “Get to work,” she muttered and knuckled down. Gabriel was fine for the first hour, but then he began barking orders even a six-armed woman with a split personality would have had trouble handling. Finally, pushed to the edge, Charlotte snapped. “I’m going as fast as I can!” she yelled when he asked her for something a minute after he’d asked her to complete another task. He scowled and held out a file. “This is a priority.” Grabbing it from his hand, she said, “Fine,” and slapped it down on her desk. It was over an hour later that he disappeared for ten minutes. When he returned, it was to put a small bakery box on her desk. “I think you need something to sweeten your mood today, Ms. Baird.” What she needed was for the T-Rex who was her boss to stop snarling and growling, she thought as he returned to his office. Not opening the box until her curiosity had almost killed her, she found it held a slice of decadent chocolate cake with a white-chocolate ganache topped with curls of both white and milk chocolate. “I cannot be bribed with cake,” she muttered, eating a bite nonetheless. Full two-chapter excerpt available on Nalini’s Website: http://nalinisingh.com/rockhard.php Rock Addiction (Book One) Rock Kiss Series Amazon US: http://amzn.to/WqA2rj Amazon UK: http://amzn.to/1G9piir Nook: http://bit.ly/1t5T7Zt iTunes: http://bit.ly/1ng9zE9 Kobo: http://bit.ly/1lPqB19 Rock Courtship (bk 1.5) A Rock Kiss Novel Amazon US: http://amzn.to/XXjjxG Amazon UK: http://amzn.to/1G9pmhZ iBooks: http://bit.ly/1lzgNIi Nook: http://bit.ly/1COgaC6 Kobo: http://bit.ly/1pEeCy6 Giveaway $50 AMAZON Gift Card About The Author NEW YORK TIMES AND USA Today bestselling author of the Psy-Changeling and Guild Hunter series Nalini Singh usually writes about hot shapeshifters and dangerous angels. This time around, she decided to write about hot and wickedly tempting rock stars (and one gorgeous ex-rugby player). If you’re seeing a theme here, you’re not wrong. Nalini lives and works in beautiful New Zealand, and is passionate about writing. If you’d like to explore her other books, you can find lots of excerpts on her website. Slave to Sensation is the first book in the Psy-Changeling series, while Angels’ Blood is the first book in the Guild Hunter series. Also, don't forget to swing by the site to check out the special behind-the-scenes page for the Rock Kiss series, complete with photos of many of the locations used in the books. STALK HER: Website | Facebook | Twitter | Goodreads |
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