Tuesday 29 December 2015

RELEASE BLITZ!! First Touch by Laurelin Paige

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REEVE IS HERE! 

Meet Reeve & Emily in First Touch by Laurelin Paige! This highly anticipated release is NOW LIVE! 


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Blurb

When Emily Wayborn goes home to visit her mom while on hiatus from her hit TV show, she receives a voicemail from her former best friend, Amber. Though the two were once notorious party girls, they haven't spoken in years. Although the message might sound benign to anyone else, Amber uses a safe word that Emily recognizes, a word they always used to get out of sticky situations during their wild days. And what's more chilling than the voicemail: it turns out that Amber has gone missing.

Determined to track down her friend, Emily follows a chain of clues that lead her to the enigmatic billionaire Reeve Sallis, a hotelier known for his shady dealings and play boy reputation. Now, in order to find Amber, Emily must seduce Reeve to learn his secrets and discover the whereabouts of her friend. But as she finds herself more entangled with him, she finds she's drawn to Reeve for more than just his connection to Amber, despite her growing fear that he may be the enemy. When she's forced to choose where her loyalty lies, how will she decide between saving Amber and saving her heart?


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About the Author:




Laurelin Paige is the NY Times, Wall Street Journal, and USA Today Bestselling Author of the Fixed Trilogy. She's a sucker for a good romance and gets giddy anytime there's kissing, much to the embarrassment of her three daughters. Her husband doesn't seem to complain, however. When she isn't reading or writing sexy stories, she's probably singing, watching Game of Thrones and the Walking Dead, or dreaming of Michael Fassbender. She's also a proud member of Mensa International though she doesn't do anything with the organization except use it as material for her bio. 




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Friday 18 December 2015

NEW RELEASE! Extra Tuition by Olive Hiscock

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NOW AVAILABLE - ONLY #99c

Extra Tuition (College Days #5)
Genre: MM erotica, LGBT

Blurb:

Fifteen minutes late to class and Mitch Lewis has to face his hard as nails Professor. Called back to Professor Cantrell’s office to explain, the footballer gets a lesson that’s never been more instructive. And with all the extra tuition, he’s sure to get an ‘A.’
**Not for the faint hearted**

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A series of quick, erotic MM tales, NOT necessary to be read in order.

ALSO AVAILABLE in the College Days series

#1 Poppin' his cherry with the football team

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Six footballers. One shower. Who will drop the soap?
Meet Jamie Walters. He's a hot 19 year old college footballer and he's gay. But he still hasn't had his cherry popped. His fantasy? Get a taste of Jude. In front of the other players. Heck, his real fantasy is to have the whole football team. Now that'd be losin' his cherry in style.

#2 Next Stop: G-spot

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What could be hotter than two sexy footballers, a few voyeurs, a coupla straight guys experimenting and one super hot transit cop? The subway will never be the same again after Jude and Jamie rock those carriages.

#3 Pumping Iron

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A day at the gym like no other. Seven men, one kinky workout session.
Now that Jamie’s secret is out, he’s free to ogle his teammates as they pump iron, training for the next big game. But Jude, Jamie’s new man, has a better idea, setting up a workout that’s sure to get the team’s hearts racing and blood pumping; a workout that Jamie will never forget. After all, why limit yourself to looking when being part of the action is so much more satisfying?

#4 Playing Defense

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Jock extraordinaire, Mitch Lewis, is seriously lusting after his roommate. His big, black, bookish roommate, Benji Lewis. Oh, and his Professor too. When their restraint snaps, Mitch and Benji give a new meaning to ‘if the truck’s a rockin’ don’t come a-knockin’.
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iBooks: http://bit.ly/PlayingDefenseIB

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AUTHOR BIO

Olive is a nerdy girl with a pen, a notepad and a dirty, dirty mind! She's a purveyor of smutty sexy stories of hot alpha men, the odd cute girl and more hot guys. The more the merrier in fact.
Her stories always end happily. After all, what's better than a happy ending... or three. Olive also writes sweet and sexy erotic romance as Ann Grech. Check out all of Ann's books at www.anngrech.com

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Tuesday 15 December 2015

BOOKS ON SALE!! Fighting to Breathe by Aurora Rose Reynolds

Fighting to breathe by Aurora Rose Reynolds is ON SALE for only $.99! This second chance romance will leave you breathless!

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BUY LINKS:

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Blurb:

Lea Lamb and Austin Wolf were young when they fell in love. They never imagined the future could hold anything other than together-forever. When Lea’s father dies in a tragic fishing accident, she's crushed under the weight of her grief and catches a glimpse of another type of future, one she knows she's not strong enough to face. Austin is angry. For the past fifteen years, he's believed the woman he loved with every ounce of his soul left him without so much as a backwards glance. When Lea unexpectedly returns to their hometown, all the years of heartache inside Austin bubbles to the surface and presents itself as blinding rage. Faced with the truth about the past, a newly discovered secret, these former lovers will learn that if they want to have any chance at the future they’d given up on all those years ago, they will have to rescue one another from drowning in pain so debilitating it will leave them both fighting to breath.

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About the Author:

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Aurora Rose Reynolds is a navy brat who’s husband served in the United States Navy. She has lived all over the country but now resides in New York City with her Husband and pet fish. She’s married to an alpha male that loves her as much as the men in her books love their women. He gives her over the top inspiration everyday. In her free time she reads, writes and enjoys going to the movies with her husband and cookie. She also enjoys taking mini weekend vacations to nowhere, or spends time at home with friends and family. Last but not least she appreciates everyday and admires it’s beauty.

NEW RELEASE!! Christmas Wishes – A short story for the silly season by Aria Peyton


NEW RELEASE!
Title: Christmas Wishes – A short story for the silly season
Author: Aria Peyton
Cover Design: Midnight Rainbow Designs
Release Date: Dec 15th, 2015



BLURB
Kevin is one of Santa's elves, but he's not happy. Outcast from normal elven life due to a birth defect, Kevin spends most of his time alone. And Christmas is the worst. This Christmas though, all he wants is someone to spend it with. 

Squeak is a mouse shifter and constantly relied on by her family to fetch food. When she gets lost in a storm and takes refuge in an empty warehouse, the last thing she expects is the kindness of a sad elf.

They each wish for something more for their lives. Will they get their Christmas Wishes?


GOODREADS LINK

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/27419454-christmas-wishes---a-short-story-for-the-silly-season


EXCERPT
© Aria Peyton 2015.

Kevin sat on the dusty benchtop of one of the toy factory tables, his elbows on his knees, his feet on a tall stool and his chin resting on his palms.
Santa’s Toyshop was dark except for the remnants of a few candles burning. The meagre light caught on the tinsel and baubles hanging high above him, creating an occasional green and red flash in the otherwise dim space.
Christmas was supposed to be a time of giving and family and happiness. All Kevin could think of was how damn lonely it was. He didn’t have any family or any friends, and all the other elves had their own families. Being one of Santa’s Elves wasn’t all sunshine and fucking lollipops like people believed. He snorted. When they believed. Being one of Santa’s Elves with a birth defect was even harder. His was a life of being outcast, of being shunned, and of being made to work in the darkest corner of the workshop.
He was a strange anomaly—an elf born with wings and dumped on the steps of the clock tower in the centre of the compound. Yes, Santa had a compound, often known as a village. Off in the distance, said clock tolled, marking midnight and the start of Christmas day. I wish I wasn’t so alone.
Kevin didn’t realise he was crying until a tear rolled off his cheek and landed on the dirty stool his feet rested on. He stared at the now clean spot, perfectly circular with decorative spikes—the beauty of a droplet landing. He watched as one drop became two, which then became eight. Soon, the place between his curly-toed shoes was clean and wet, emphasising the filth surrounding it. It may have been symbolic that rain was cleansing and tears were purging, but it didn’t actually make him feel any better.



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AUTHOR BIO

I've been a covert operative in a foreign country, jumped out of helicopters for fun, and bungee jumped over the side of a Styrofoam factory into a vat of beans made for beanbags. I can also leap Lego towers in a single bound, pack school lunches like a boss, and burn myself on any hot surface. My multiskilling is out of this world and I successfully masquerade as an average parent 24/7. Do not be fooled by my mediocrity. To do so is at your own peril. Also, don’t believe everything you read!


Sunday 13 December 2015

NEW RELEASE!! Snow and Mistletoe by Alexa Riley

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Let Noelle and Alex captivate you in Alexa Riley’s newest release in Snow and Mistletoe! 

NOW AVAILABLE
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Blurb

Noelle's voice has captivated Alex, and she's become his greatest obsession. Since he hired her to read audiobooks, listening to her is the only thing that makes his lonely world bearable. Thank God she's never seen him. His scars would only scare her away.

Alex has starred in every fantasy Noelle's had since she first heard his voice over the phone, and reading erotica samples to him only fuels her desire. Listening to him on the other end of the phone is the best part of her day, and she's willing to do anything to please him.

On Christmas Eve a storm comes through, sending Noelle in search of her reclusive boss. Once she's at his cabin with no place to go, there's only one way to keep warm.

Warning: This is the sweetest, cheesiest, most Christmassy book ever! It's filled with late-night confessions, dirty deeds, and a lifetime of love. If you love this time of year, I've got some cheer for you!
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Snow and Mistletoe Excerpt

“I…uh…” I say, trying to break the silence between us for the second time today. I’m totally getting fired. Hell, I kinda knew that when I popped on my audiobook and my voice wasn’t even on it. As much as I want to ask, I don’t feel like poking the bear he seems to have turned into.

I knew he was the silent broody type, but I didn’t think he bit. Now I’m not so sure. He could rip my heart to shreds with a few harsh words. Maybe this is why I spend so much time with my head in the clouds and my nose in books, dreaming in my own little world. This real-life romance shit is hard and scary.

“Follow me. I’ll show you where you can put your stuff,” he says without looking at me as he heads towards a hallway. It’s as if he wants to shove me into a room as quickly as possible. He won’t even look at me, and a lump starts to form in my throat. Forget it. I can’t do this.

“Maybe I should just…” I turn to grab the door handle, but I remember I don’t have my shoes on so I can’t make as quick of an escape as I’d like. Before I can turn to grab my shoes, big arms shoot out on either side of me, landing on the door. His warm body presses into mine.

“Don’t go.” His words are soft this time, and they tickle my ear. He doesn’t move, and I can’t seem to form any words with him pressed up against me like this. “Just let me show you to your room. You can take a warm bath if you like.”

“Okay.” The fight leaves my body at his deep, sensual voice. My answer comes out breathy, and it takes every muscle in my body to stop myself from leaning into him. I want to rub against him like a cat in heat. I’ve never done anything wanton in my life, but Alex makes me do a lot of things I’ve never done before. Like drive three hours in a snowstorm, pretending it was all about saving my job, when really I’m being a low-key stalker.

Maybe I can just say I’m cold or something if I rub against him. Oh my God, I’m totally trying to cop a feel! My cheeks burn with embarrassment at my own thoughts, but Alex still makes no move to release me. I can’t move until he drops the big arms that are caging me. God, how I wish I was facing the other way and staring into his dark blue eyes. I was so sure they would be brown when I pictured him, but my thoughts didn’t do those eyes justice.

“Don’t try to leave again.” The firmness in his voice is one I know all too well. I am about to tell him I’ll do whatever I want, but feeling him pressed against me banishes any thoughts I have of leaving this cabin. “It’s dark, the snow is falling thick, and the coyotes will be out.”

With that caution, the warmth of his body leaves mine, and I miss it instantly. Sadly, I think I could have stood like that all night and been utterly content. I turn, following him down the long hallway. The cabin is cute. It’s hard to make out much with so few lights on, but all the walls and floors are wooden. It’s rustic and homely and utterly perfect. The place looks like it was plucked right out of some catalogue. It would be the perfect place to spend Christmas.

The thought reminds me that it’s Christmas Eve. I haven’t heard anyone else, but I feel bad, not only for intruding but for possibly putting someone out of a bedroom. “Are we alone?” I’m prying for information, but I’m wondering if a girlfriend or someone like that is going to pop up.

“I’m always alone.” That makes me happy until the words really sink it.

He takes me upstairs, and we pass one door before we stop outside another. He turns the knob and pushes the door open. He half-turns to me, but the light is off, and I still can’t really make out his face. I can tell he has a strong jaw and nose, but seeing so little only makes me long to see more.

“Get some rest. I’m sure it was a long drive.” With that, he turns and heads down the stairs, his big body disappearing into the shadows of the cabin.

I go into the room he told me to take and flip on the nearby lamp. I ignore everything but the bed as I toss my bag onto it and let myself fall into its softness.

I’m always alone.

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About the Author

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I'm Alexa Riley! Mom, wife, and business woman by day and smut writer by night. I specialize in the Dirty Date Night reading. I wrote my first book, Owning Her Innocence, because well, I just couldn't find any daddy books to my liking. So I sat down and just started writing, bringing the fantasies I find myself often dancing to in the dark of night to life, one page at a time.

Alexa Riley is my alter ego. I can't let the other soccer moms know what I'm up to or the guys at work for that matter. Little do they know that they've got nothing on my dirty talk.

I'm here to give you a quick fix of filthy dirty smut. Got a few hours to kill? Then I'm what you're looking for.

Friday 4 December 2015

EXCERPT REVEAL!! First Touch by Laurelin Paige






Now available for Pre-order!
Barnes & Noble: http://bit.ly/1QcYftH
Google Play: http://bit.ly/1lWuKkT

REEVE IS COMING! 
Meet Reeve & Emily in First Touch releasing December 29th!

Blurb
When Emily Wayborn goes home to visit her mom while on hiatus from her hit TV show, she receives a voicemail from her former best friend, Amber. Though the two were once notorious party girls, they haven't spoken in years. Although the message might sound benign to anyone else, Amber uses a safe word that Emily recognizes, a word they always used to get out of sticky situations during their wild days. And what's more chilling than the voicemail: it turns out that Amber has gone missing.
Determined to track down her friend, Emily follows a chain of clues that lead her to the enigmatic billionaire Reeve Sallis, a hotelier known for his shady dealings and play boy reputation. Now, in order to find Amber, Emily must seduce Reeve to learn his secrets and discover the whereabouts of her friend. But as she finds herself more entangled with him, she finds she's drawn to Reeve for more than just his connection to Amber, despite her growing fear that he may be the enemy. When she's forced to choose where her loyalty lies, how will she decide between saving Amber and saving her heart?



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“I hope you’re nice and relaxed, Emily. Because we need to have a chat.”
Apprehension fluttered in my belly. Chatting was definitely not the direction I wanted to go in from here. Whatever he had to say, I couldn’t possibly listen. I was too agitated.
But without him spelling it out, I knew that was the terms of this arrangement. He’d touch me—in his way. And I’d listen, whether I wanted to or not.
So I propped myself up again and gave him as much of my attention as I could.
“It’s interesting,” he said, his thumbs doing that amazing thing on the bottom of my foot, “how people respond to you when they believe you’ve gotten away with murder.”
My stomach dropped. No speech that started with murder had a happy ending.
“Most people are frightened of you,” he said as his hand stroked up my shin. “They pull their business. They stop attending your events. They certainly won’t let themselves be seen with you. It’s not really anything to fret over, losing those connections. You don’t want cowards in your court. Good riddance to them.”
“I’m not a coward,” I managed to say defensively. Though I wasn’t sure why I was defending myself. Or why I was anxious that he might mean good riddance to me when that was probably exactly what I should be wishing he meant.
He glanced up at me, amusement in his features. “No, you’re not. You’re not scared. Or you’re not scared enough.”
I barely fought the shiver that begged to stutter through my body. It was a menacing statement, and I wanted to deny it as well. Tell him that I was definitely scared enough. But what the hell did that mean, anyway? Considering how turned on I was despite everything I’d learned about him, still turned on despite the foreboding in his tone, well, maybe he had a point. I really wasn’t scared enough.
The amusement transformed to what looked more like awe. Then his attention fell back to my leg and I couldn’t see his face well enough to read him. But after he pushed my ankle back so that my knee bent, his touch changed. A single finger traced the line of my inner thigh. Softly. Sweetly. Just as he got to where I so wanted him to go, he abruptly stopped. One second passed. Two.
Then he resumed the firm pressure from before, reclaiming his restraint. For now.
I could wait.
His speech continued, his voice firm, icy. “There are other people, too. Those that respect you. They aren’t necessarily your friends, because they’re also scared—probably even more so than those who keep their distance. They continue their financial support of your endeavors. They invite you to their parties. Their children’s weddings. They look out for you. Because, you see, they’re afraid that if they don’t…well.”
My heart hammered in my ears. Suddenly I was feeling vulnerable in a way that had nothing to do with my nudity and all to do with the frailty of my size compared to the strength of his.
As if to prove that point, Reeve increased the pressure of his kneading, digging his fingers into the flesh of my thigh with a bite that sang and stung. “It’s a very intense form of power, actually. Much like having money. I’m sure you’ve gotten a taste of that with the recent success of your show. Imagine that but multiplied by a billion.”
“Mm hmm,” I said, a response that served as an answer though it was mostly an involuntary reaction to his hands. He’d reached the top of my limb again. Like before, the tips of his fingers brushed against my folds.
Goddammit, I was wet. And trembling. And overwrought with anticipation. This time, would he let his touch wander farther up? In?
His hands left me. He pushed my leg down, pulled the sheet back over my leg and pinned me with narrowed eyes. “It’s also not unlike the power of being a very attractive person. Another privilege that you understand.” He scanned the length of my body, the sheet still a barrier between us, and let out an audible breath. “I imagine you must understand it very well indeed.”
It was an accusation. The grit in his voice and the weight of his stare said so. Fucker. Whatever hopes I’d had for this whole scene of his, it was clear now that his intent was not friendly. Punishing, more like. I still wasn’t sure for what exactly. For being in his pool. For using my beauty to draw his interest. For coming onto him without his permission. I’d thought his humiliating body search had been all the reprimand I was getting. Guess I’d been wrong.
My eyes fell. However, a glance at his crotch gave me the slightest smidgeon of satisfaction. He was unmistakably hard. He might be punishing me, but he was punishing himself too.



About the Author:

Laurelin Paige is the NY Times, Wall Street Journal, and USA Today Bestselling Author of the Fixed Trilogy. She's a sucker for a good romance and gets giddy anytime there's kissing, much to the embarrassment of her three daughters. Her husband doesn't seem to complain, however. When she isn't reading or writing sexy stories, she's probably singing, watching Game of Thrones and the Walking Dead, or dreaming of Michael Fassbender. She's also a proud member of Mensa International though she doesn't do anything with the organization except use it as material for her bio.




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Tuesday 1 December 2015

NEW RELEASE!! Men of Mayhem anthology by various authors



Sometimes the line between good and bad simply depends on which side you’re on

Men of Mayhem - A Mafia Anthology
Publisher: Limitless Publisher
Genre: Romantic Organized Crime Fiction

Participating Authors:
J.L. Beck
Lisa Cardiff
J.L. Drake
Douglas Esper
E.J. Fechenda
Marita A. Hansen
Mia Hoddell
Soraya Naomi
Ginger Ring
Amy Rachiele
Elle Raven
Sara Schoen
Ashlee Taylor




Sometimes the line between good and bad simply depends on which side you’re on…

Good guys can have unsavory secrets, while so-called criminals can live by a code of ethics rivaling that of any law enforcement agency. Bending the law for money, power, or revenge is one thing, but what if you’re bending it for your family—for love?

Who would choose to become involved with a man who walks on the dark side…

Some men will go to any lengths, legal or not, and make no apologies to protect their way of life and all they hold dear. But you don’t always choose who you love, and sometimes you just have to decide if you’re bold enough to risk it all and go along for the ride.

Thirteen masterful authors come together to present Men of Mayhem.

Compelling stories of loyalty and passion, love and lust, in which the moral and ethical lines are blurred, and call into question the notions of right and wrong.

What could be more exciting than taking a leap of faith…and landing in the arms of the last man you’d expect—but the only one who truly makes you feel alive?

What if your road to happiness leads to…

Men of Mayhem