Retaliate
Sin City Outlaws Book 3 By M.N. Forgy is Release Date April 24, 2017
Synopsis
Being the Vice President of the Sin City Outlaws Motorcycle Club comes with its perks. Respect, power, and easy women whenever I want. I have control in everything I do. Because of that, I wasn’t expecting my president to put me on babysitting duty, and on a female cop of all fucking people. I kill law enforcement, not protect them. Alessandra pretends to be the good-guy hiding behind that shiny badge. But I see the darkness dancing in her eyes, and it draws me to her in the worst way. I want to devour that act of innocence, pull her over the line of justice, and into my bed. I just wasn’t expecting the handful of secrets I got behind that badge of honor I ripped from her chest. Because now, we’re retaliating against a common enemy together.
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“So, you came here to what, let loose?” I ask suggestively, lust hanging from the tip of my tongue. She looks up through hooded eyes, her hands fidgeting with the hem of her shirt. Taking a small step, I invade her space. Using my finger, I tuck it firmly under her chin making her look me in the eyes. God, she’s so fucking soft to touch, my hands itch to take advantage of her body and soul. That’s what I do, I devour innocent women, and scar their souls to the point they’re damaged goods. “Were you going to fuck one of my men tonight, Alessandra?” I ask hastily. Her throat bobs as she swallows, fire igniting her eyes as she pulls away. She’s a pistol and not the kind you love and shine every day with care. More like the kind you’re scared to use because it may backfire on you at any minute. “So what if I was? Why do you care?” She raises a challenging brow, her voice sharp. A burning sensation combusts in my chest thinking about her riding one of my guy’s dicks. “I forbid you to open your legs to any of my brothers, do you understand?” My rash decision comes from an unknown place. An insatiable hunger beading at the tip of my dick. Her jaw drops, and her hands curl into fists. “Who do you think you are to dictate who I screw?” she scowls. My temples pound with annoyance and anger, done with this back and forth. Leaning down my lips a hair’s length away from her face, I intimidate her to the point she looks away and purses her lips. “Maybe you didn’t get the memo, Blue Bird, but now that Zeek is playing daddy… I run this fucking city. Therefore, I say who you fuck, and don’t fuck.” Her chocolate eyes snap to mine, and I know I have her full attention. Which I want, I want her to look at me, to really see me. All of me.
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
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Worship Me Men of Inked Book 7 By Chelle Bliss Release Date May 9, 2017 Synopsis James Caldo needs to control everything in his life, even his wife, Izzy Gallo. But she’s headstrong and has a need to test her husband’s limits as much as he pushes hers. When a case at ALFA Private Investigation takes a dark turn, James is forced to get Izzy involved in an undercover sting, and the assignment will test her sexual boundaries as well as the very foundation of their relationship. Can Izzy hold her tongue long enough to keep them both safe? Or will her unwillingness to fully submit draw the eye of the very man they’re after? Excerpt “Izzy, please. Be reasonable.” I loved when James begged. “Say it again,” I taunted him. What the fuck with the be reasonable comment? I’m always reasonable. Okay, maybe that isn’t entirely true. I usually shoot from the hip and save the apologies for later. My big mouth has gotten me into more trouble over the years, and much of it I try to forget, especially when it comes to James. He arched an eyebrow, and the same shitty smirk that I’d grown accustomed to flashed across his lips. “I could make you say yes.” “Doubtful.” I glared at him, feeling supercocky even though I was in no position to be. James, my loving husband of over ten years, decided that tonight was a good time to tie me to the bed. I should’ve known he was up to no good because it’d been more than a little bit since he’d used restraints during sex. I figured we were just getting our kink on and that he wanted to try something new, but nope, the bastard knew I wouldn’t like what he was asking and made sure I didn’t have an out. “Baby,” he whispered, running his thumbs across my bottom lip and trying to seduce me. “You know you can’t say no to me. Never have and never will.” There were very few people in this world that could make me do anything, but James had a power over me since the first night I met him. Saying no to him had always been damn near impossible, and I almost hated myself because of it. I never wanted to be that girl—the one who caved to anything her husband asked. Never in my life had I wanted to be her, an easy mark and a carpet for her husband to walk all over, but things don’t always turn out the way we plan. I learned that the hard way. James wasn’t even on my radar until the night of Joe and Suzy’s wedding when he sauntered in with his good looks and charm. The arrogant bastard seemed to work me like he’d known me my entire life, and I fell for it. I thought I’d won when I snuck out. I figured I’d never see him again, so what did it matter. Boy, was I wrong. “I’ve said no to you plenty of times.” I refused to let him use his sexual prowess, which I’d done in the past, but sometimes I had to dig my heels in and find my inner bitch. I pulled at the restraints and tried to break free, but it was useless. The man could tie the most wicked knots, and it had been years since I’d been able to wiggle out of them. Every time I escaped, he’d learn a new technique until he found just the right one to render me helpless. His lips scorched a path down my neck, and my back arched as if begging for his touch. “Say yes, Izzy.” I stifled the moan that formed low in my throat, but I squeaked instead when he sucked my nipple into his mouth. My body rocked on its own, moving toward him instinctively, wanting the bite of his teeth. His hand slid down my front, cupping my pussy, not hard enough to give me pleasure, only the sweet torment that he reveled in. “Say yes, and I’ll give you what you want.” He was playing with me. James was a master manipulator. I didn’t know if it was his background with the DEA or just something he was born with, but he used it perfectly when it suited his purpose. I clenched my jaw, grinding my teeth together. “No.” He pulled my panties to the side before dipping two fingers inside me with the most sinful smile. “Last chance, baby,” he warned. What was he going to do to me if I didn’t give in? The thought passed through my mind, but I pushed it away. I was lost in the feel of his hands on my skin and the ache between my legs, but my resistance held. “No,” I bit out. Don't forget to catch up with the Men of Inked series today and be ready for Worship Me on May 9th! AMAZON - IBOOKS - NOOK - KOBO - GOOGLE - AUDIBLE About The Author Chelle Bliss is the USA Today bestselling author of the Men of Inked and ALFA P.I. series. She hails from the Midwest, but currently lives near the beach even though she hates sand. She's a full-time writer, time-waster extraordinaire, social media addict, coffee fiend, and ex high school history teacher. She loves spending time with her two cats, alpha boyfriend, and chatting with readers. To learn more about Chelle, please visit chellebliss.com. WEBSITE - FACEBOOK - NEWSLETTER - TWITTER - INSTAGRAM
Easy Magic
The Boudreaux Series #5 By Kristen Proby Release Date: April 4, 2017
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The Boudreaux Series. Sexy. Intriguing. Easy. Family. Responsibility. Stability. As the co-CEO of Bayou Enterprises, and the eldest of the Boudreaux clan, Beau is the epitome of these. Now that his baby sister Gabby is happily settled down, Beau has moved into the company loft in the heart of the French Quarter to be closer to his office while his own home is built. He doesn’t have time for anything but the family he adores and the company that drives him. If only the bewitching owner of the herb shop downstairs from Beau’s loft wasn’t so damn tempting. Mallory Adams is living the life. The good life. The best life for her. After years of hiding who she is, and the gifts she’s been cursed with, Mallory opened her little shop in the French Quarter, offering herbs and lotions for anything from soothing a sunburn to chasing those pesky ghosts New Orleans is known for out of a client’s home. Some call her eccentric, and some say she’s simply odd, and that’s okay with her. Sheis a bit odd, but in her experience, all of the best people are. When an old pipe bursts in the loft above her store, flooding her storeroom, Mallory comes face to face with Beau Boudreaux, and she doesn’t need the clairvoyant abilities that have been passed down through generations to know that she’ll never be the same. Beau is her exact opposite; serious, straitlaced. He wears suits for Pete’s sake and probably wouldn’t know the difference between arnica and flaxseed if his life depended on it. But when he touches her, the electricity is through the roof and she’s smart enough to know that a chemistry like theirs doesn’t happen every day. Can two people so very different possibly find their way to happily ever after?
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“I’ve always had a knack for knowing what people need,” she says softly, as if she’s choosing her words very carefully. I don’t know why that bothers me. I want her to speak her mind, to not have to censor what she says. But this is a good start. “In what way?” “Maybe someone has headaches, or their feet hurt. I have essential oils and herbs that can help with those things.” I nod. “My grandmother taught me all about alternative medicine from the time I was a child. She wasn’t crazy with it,” she says quickly, “she still believed in western medicine as well, but why take a pain reliever full of chemicals if you can just put a drop of oil on the back of your neck to get the same result?” She shrugs and reaches for the dessert, smiles when she opens the box, and digs in with enthusiasm. “I thought it would be fun to open a store full of those things,” she continues. “I wanted the bottles to be pretty, and everything to be tied with a bow. I wanted a place where people enjoyed coming in, even if only to browse. It smells good, the energy is calming.” And I realize that that’s exactly how I feel whenever I’ve been in her store. “I’d say you’ve accomplished those things.” “Thank you.” Her smile is huge and genuine. “That’s really the best compliment I could ever get.” “Really?” I cock a brow and watch her lashes flutter. “I’d also say you’re stunning. I want to bury my fingers in that amazing curly hair of yours.” There must be something in the food that’s making me speak so freely. But Mallory seems to bring out my flirty side. I’d forgotten that I had a flirty side. Her smile slips just a bit, and her cheeks flush, and I know she’d look just like that when I’m buried balls deep inside her. “That’s very nice of you.” “But not what you want to hear.” “Well, don’t get me wrong, every woman wants to be told she’s pretty.” “I didn’t say pretty,” I reply and lean in, resting my elbows on her desk. “’Pretty’ is too dull of a word to describe you.” “You’re an interesting man,” she says, tilting her head to the side and studying my face with narrowed violet eyes. “You just say whatever you’re feeling.” “Not always,” I reach out to tuck her hair behind her ear and she stiffens. I pause, keeping my eyes pinned to hers before I slowly brush just the pads of my fingertips over the outline of her ear, tucking that soft curly hair, then lowering my hand back to the desk. “But I see no reason to not be honest with you.” “I opened this shop because I love it,” she says, her voice still soft but firm. She’s not weak in any way, and that pulls at me like a siren’s song. “I want to help people if I can, even if it’s just to moisturize their hands. And I like this building.” “There are other streets with more foot traffic.” “And I like where I am,” she says again. “I do well here.” “I’m glad you do.” I nod and without giving it much thought, reach out to pull my fingertips over her hand. My eyes are watching hers as I do, and I can see the hesitation just before I touch her, and then the relief when my skin rests on hers. She doesn’t like to be touched. “Tell me more,” I say softly. “That’s all there is about the store.” “Tell me about you.” She pulls her hand out from under mine and sits back in her chair. “I think you’d better go, before I tell you more than I want to.” I cock a brow. “I’m a fan of honesty.” “Good.” She nods once and begins loading the empty boxes in the trash. “I’m in favor of being honest, and in that same spirit, I’m exhausted, Beau.” “I know. I am, too.” But I’m not ready to say goodbye to her yet. I’m afraid that we’ll go our separate ways, and I won’t see her again. “What are you thinking?” she asks. “That I want to see you again.” “You live upstairs from my shop,” she reminds me. “I don’t see how we could avoid it.” “We avoided it for a damn long time,” I say and stand, shoving my hands in my pockets. “But I won’t make that mistake again.”
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New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author Kristen Proby is the author of the bestselling With Me In Seattle and Love Under the Big Sky series. She has a passion for a good love story and strong, humorous characters with a strong sense of loyalty and family. Her men are the alpha type; fiercely protective and a bit bossy, and her ladies are fun, strong, and not afraid to stand up for themselves. Kristen lives in Montana, where she enjoys coffee, chocolate and sunshine. And naps. Website**Facebook**Twitter**Newsletter Sign Up Author Goodreads**Novel Goodreads |
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