Friday, October 31, 2014

Release Day Blitz: That Man 4 by Nelle L'Amour

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Title: That Man 4 (The Wedding Story Part 1)
Genre: New Adult Erotic Romance
Release Date: October 31, 2014
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Synopsis
Nelle L’Amour’s USA Today bestselling THAT MAN series continues with more laughter, more drama, and more scorchin’ hot Blake Burns. You are invited to the wedding of the century… 700 guests and counting. All Blake’s tiger wanted was a small wedding in her parents’ backyard. But with Blake’s controlling mother calling the shots, not to mention the wedding planner from hell, Jennifer’s patience is tested. Meanwhile, Blake has to deal with a skeleton in the closet: a jealous, delusional woman from his past who harbors a secret… A big secret…one that threatens to tear the perfect couple apart. Will Blake and Jennifer get their happily ever after? The THAT MAN series concludes with the epic, gripping final episode, coming in December 2014.

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  Nelle L’Amour is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author who lives in Los Angeles with her Prince Charming-ish husband, twin teenage princesses, and a bevy of royal pain-in-the-butt pets. A former executive in the entertainment and toy industries with a prestigious Humanitus Award to her credit, she gave up playing with Barbies a long time ago but still enjoys playing with toys with her husband. While she writes in her PJs, she loves to get dressed up and pretend she’s Hollywood royalty.
Her books include the highly rated Seduced by the Park Avenue Billionaire Boxed Set, Undying Love, Gloria’s Secret, Gloria’s Revenge and the That Man trilogy. Gloria’s Forever, a novella, will be published in Spring 2014.

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“Are you ready for part two of this gift?” My tiger eyed me suspiciously. “And that would be—” “The fun part. You get to ride me.” Jen’s face lit up like a little kid about to go on one of those coin-operated mechanical horsey rides. Wasting no time, she tore off my boxers she had on and repositioned herself, straddling my lap with my cock impaled inside her. Gripping her hips, I bucked her hard as she rode me up and down. I hissed. Fuck, yeah! This was good. So fucking good and for both of us. Holding on to my shoulders, she got to control the pace while I got to go as deep and as hard as I could. I repeatedly hit her G-spot with each powerful thrust. She shrieked with pleasure each time I did. I gazed at her heated face. Her head arched back, she looked so impassioned, and I was mesmerized by the way the dangling earrings I’d just given her shook and shimmered. Quivering as if they were having little orgasms of their own. I was tempted to nibble her lobes but worried in my state of lust I might bite off an earring and swallow it whole. I gripped her hips tighter as she accelerated her pace. The friction and heat of her rubbing against my thick length felt so fucking amazing. “Do you like your present?” “Oh, God, yes!” she panted out. “I’m so close to coming!” “Good, baby,” I groaned. On the next deep thrust, she fell apart with a thunderous “Yes” and I could feel her throbbing all around my pulsing cock. Her body shook as I grunted out my own explosive climax and met hers full on. Spent and sweaty, we collapsed onto each other, her arms wrapping around me. We stayed in that position for several sweet minutes as we rode our orgasms out. Five minutes later, we were nestled side by side, her head resting on my chest. We were almost recovered.  Now close to five, the sun had begun its disappearing act and cast a mellow amber glow. Jen traced lazy, ticklish circles on my chest. “Baby, I’ll never be able to top that birthday present.” I playfully flicked the tip of her cute upturned nose. “Don’t worry, you will.” “Do you have something in mind?” “Yeah, I do.” I was turning the big three-O. “How ‘bout a hint?” “I want to wake up to my wife.” I felt her jolt against me. “What are you saying, Blake?” “What I’m saying is that I want to marry you on the day before my birthday.” “December twentieth? Gosh, Blake. That’s only two months away.” “Jen, we’ve been engaged for over five months and it’s time to set a date. My mother has been driving me crazy.” Jen giggled. “Mine too. I keep telling her that we’ve just been too busy at work.” Which was true. Except I’d checked our calendars and had come to the conclusion that Saturday, the twentieth, would be a perfect time to get married. With Christmas around the corner, most of our SIN-TV productions would be shut down and our offices would be closed until January third—giving us an opportunity to go on a two-week honeymoon. I explained all this to Jen. She agreed. It made total sense. She rolled on top of me and gave me a hot spontaneous kiss. “Oh my God, Blake, we’re really going to get married!” The excitement in her voice was contagious. I smashed my lips against hers. “Yes, you’re going to become Mrs. Blake Burns, and tonight we’re going to break the news to our parents.” “My mother is going to be so excited!” Jen beamed. “She’s been planning our wedding forever.” I didn’t know if Jen could feel my heart skip a beat. I quietly gulped. And so had my mother. Instead of letting her know this, I urged her to take a shower with me and get ready for our dinner. The future Mrs. Blake Burns had another surprise in store.

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Wednesday, October 22, 2014

Tour Stop: Review of Killer Queen by L.H. Cosway


Title: Killer Queen 

Author: L.H. Cosway 






Synopsis

Willkommen, Bienvenue, Welcome…
Come inside The Glamour Patch club to see the star of our show, Miss Vivica Blue.
Do you want to read my diary you nosy little devils? Have a glass of champagne (you’ll need it) and get comfortable because you’re in for some crazy shenanigans brought to you straight from the horse’s mouth.
I can be whatever you want me to be: boy, girl, a little bit of both.
If you have a problem with a man in a dress then best be off with you. If males in make-up give you the willies, then I’ll say au revoir and don’t let the door hit you on the way out.
So, who are we left with? Ah, a fine collection of curious souls. I want to tell you a tale of love, because those are the most glorious kind. I want to tell you about real love, a love that transcends labels and gender stereotypes.
The moment I first laid eyes on my Freda I knew that we were kindred. Well okay, I also knew I wanted to get into her pants, but that’s beside the point. My world was a grey place. I was at my lowest ebb. Then she came along and patches of colour began to spring forth. One day the daffodils were yellow and before I knew it, colour was everywhere, lighting up my life.
Love is not about how we appear on the outside, it’s about the soul contained within.
Our story was not a conventional one, but it was ours, and that’s what made it shine.
Killer Queen is a companion novel to L.H. Cosway’s contemporary romance, Painted Faces. It contains scenes that take place before, during and after the original story. It can also be read as a standalone.



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Once we arrived at the club, I was instantly bombarded by loud, garish music and hordes of people gyrating on the dance floor. Normally I preferred a less populated setting. I’d been there, done that, purchased the T-shirt when it came to the club scene, but since Fred was with me, I didn’t mind. A Lady Gaga song came on, and I dragged her onto the dance floor. She was reluctant, but I insisted. I tried to pull her body close to mine, but she manoeuvred away, and I smiled at her fondly when she began to do the robot.
She was nervous, and I thought it was adorable.
I wasn’t going to let her get away with platonic dancing, though, as I spun her around, put my hands on her hips, and brought her body flush with mine. With my front pressed into her back, I was hoping she could feel how she affected me. She remained stiff even as I tried to coax her body to move to the beat. I’ll admit I felt like doing a Patrick Swayze and starting in with some real dirty dancing. I could dry-fuck on a dance floor like you wouldn’t believe, and I had moves that would make even a stripper blush. However, Fred was already mortified by our proximity, and I didn’t want to scare her away.
“Relax,” I told her, my breath hitting the back of her neck. “Follow my lead.”
Her body became a fraction less rigid, and I preened inwardly. She was trying. She wanted this. I allowed my hand to wander up to her neck and sink into her lustrous curls. They called to me with their siren’s song, begging to be touched. I wasn’t sure what the sexiest thing about her was, but I was beginning to think her hair was taking the lead. It was so soft and silky, I wanted to sink my face into it and breathe it in. Totally creepy, yes, but there you had it.

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Nicholas: "I like to think of myself as a wonderful and unique snowflake." 

Nicholas first captured my heart in Painted Faces. I loved that book and the story of him and Freda. I was over the moon to see that L.H. Cosway wrote a story from his POV. I enjoyed getting inside his head, yet at times I could have screamed at him and his thoughts. I knew how it ended, but L.H. wrote it to where I was on the edge of my seat. I desperately wanted Nicholas and Freda to quit fighting it. 

Freda, I absolutely loved this character. She's sarcastic, funny, and she has no filter. I could relate to her, and I loved her. My heart broke once again for her when they were Scotland. I really didn't like reliving that part of Nicholas and Freda's time. 

I am in awe of her ability to write such a unique story. I loved the musical influence, the characters and banter between Viv and Fred. I'm so glad I picked up Painted Faces and very happy that Killer Queen was written. Bravo, L.H. Cosway. 

I give this book 5 Stars! ~Jen 

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L.H. Cosway has a BA in English Literature and Greek and Roman Civilisation, and an MA in Postcolonial Literature. She lives in Dublin city. Her inspiration to write comes from music. Her favourite things in life include writing stories, vintage clothing, dark cabaret music, food, musical comedy, and of course, books.

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Tuesday, October 21, 2014

Release Day Launch and Giveaway: Beta (Alpha #2) by Jasinda Wilder


Title: Beta 

Author: Jasinda Wilder 

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Roth and I are on an open-ended tour of the world. Roth being Roth, this means missionary in Morocco, reverse cowgirl in Calcutta, bent over the bow of a houseboat in Hanoi, slow and sleepy on St. John. Anywhere and everywhere, in every conceivable position, and some I didn't know were possible. 

Life was pretty incredible. 

Until I woke up in his chateau in France, alone. On the bed next to me was a note. There were only four words: 

He belongs to me.

***This book contains sexual scenes and situations that may make some readers uncomfortable.

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NEW YORK TIMES, USA TODAY, WALL STREET JOURNAL and international bestselling author Jasinda Wilder is a Michigan native with a penchant for titillating tales about sexy men and strong women. Her bestselling titles include ALPHA, STRIPPED, WOUNDED, and the #1 Amazon and international bestseller FALLING INTO YOU. You can find her on her farm in Northern Michigan with her husband, author Jack Wilder, her five children and menagerie of animals.

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Cover Reveal: City Of Champions (A Gateway To Love Novel) by Chloe T. Barlow

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Title: City of Champions (Gateway to Love #2)
Author: Chloe Barlow
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: November 10, 2014
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How do you find the will to try, when you've spent all your life playing on a field strewn with shattered lives and broken rules? Tragedy and betrayal taught Jenna Sutherland early on that her safest bet was to fiercely avoid any risk, whether it is in work, life, or love. Now a respected orthopedic surgical resident on the cusp of finally breaking through in her career, she’s more guarded than ever. When injured NFL quarterback Wyatt McCoy bulldozes into her life there’s no denying he’s cocky, selfish, and downright dangerous — everything Jenna’s sworn she doesn’t want. Suddenly the levelheaded doctor finds herself facing down her greatest fear, and she’s tempted to gamble all she’s fought so hard to build. The two embark on an intense holiday love affair that quickly teeters on obsession, and tempts them both to think they could go all-in on a real future together. Yet Wyatt's desperation to stay on the field — and out of the operating room — lures him to take dangerous risks with Jenna's trust. Will they win at love or lose everything­ — including their fragile chance at happiness?    
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"It's my understanding you requested me specifically," she said smoothly, but he could see that she kept moving things on her desk with her busy hands. "That's right, Doc." "So, I hope that means you plan to be serious about this consult, Mr. McCoy," she said carefully, catching him staring at her chest. And Wyatt couldn't hold back the smile that spread across his face. "I'm willing to do anything for my NFL career, Doc. Besides, cut me some slack, you're the one that wore that sexy lab coat." She practically growled in frustration and he loved it. He needed her off-balance for what he had in mind, but damned if he hadn't guessed he'd enjoy it this much. Time to push her a little more, he thought. As he leaned across her desk and perused her body up and down, he whispered, "Though I do wish it were tighter." "Right. Because I sit around in a lab coat to be sexy. Like I'm in Hustler magazine or something." She suddenly started to coo in a Marilyn Monroe breathy voice. "Oh, no. This microscope is so heavy. Guess I should bend down to relieve the weight of this massive tool. Oh, what's here between my legs? Oh, it’s so warm down there. Maybe I should investigate? Please. So ridiculous," she said to herself with annoyance. "Excuse me, are you okay, Mr. McCoy?" He was definitely not okay. His mouth had fallen open slightly and all the blood had rushed to his lap. Wyatt was so hard he was practically in pain, realizing he may have underestimated this woman. Maybe. Her voice broke through his lust-filled fog. "I thought it was your shoulder that had the issue. Do you have a head injury too?" she asked with concern, replacing her previously sultry voice. "Um. Yeah. I mean no. Just my shoulder. You're the second opinion on my shoulder injury, and my coach also said maybe you could help my game. I'm not sure how though." "It may be hard for you to imagine that you could need help from anyone, but I've certainly been able to assist some of your teammates to use their bodies more effectively." Wyatt raised an eyebrow and smirked. "Now that's more like what I had in mind."   ThreeRiversANDCityofChamptions_whitespace  
Three Rivers (Gateway to Love #1)
How do you start over when you gave everything to one life, one plan, and lost it all?
Althea refuses to allow herself to love again. Imprisoned in grief at twenty-four after her husband’s sudden death, she’s convinced her heart died along with him. She spends her days honoring his memory by clinging to the legal career he helped her to build and to the remaining pieces linking her to their life together. Griffen’s been running from his past. Despite success as an author and investigative journalist, he’s been traveling through life on autopilot. For a decade, he’s chosen perilous adventures and meaningless sex over the danger of any attachments. When he finally returns home to Pittsburgh, he’s slammed by the awakened memories and regret he’s spent years trying to escape. A chance encounter brings them together. Their instant desire for each other –and the bond they discover between them – shocks them both. Despite her best efforts, Althea can’t resist Griffen’s charm or his intriguing proposition– if she agrees to a no-strings affair with him for the two weeks he’s in town, he swears he’ll walk away when their time is up. Assured she can test the waters of a new life while keeping her vow never to betray her husband’s memory by opening her heart to another, Althea throws herself into the escape Griffen provides her. Their perfect plans go awry when the intensity of their connection overwhelms them. Will they risk it all on the chance of something great together…or will the power of their secrets and guilt tear them apart?  
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Chloe is a contemporary romance novelist living in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania with her husband and their sweet dog. She is a native Washingtonian that graduated Duke University with a degree in English and Chinese language. She met her husband at Duke and he brought her to Pittsburgh over a decade ago, which she has loved ever since and made her adopted hometown. She also attended the University of Pittsburgh Law School where she continued to be a book-loving nerd. Chloe has always loved writing and cherishes the opportunity to craft her fictional novels and share them with the world. When Chloe isn’t writing, she spends her time exploring Pittsburgh with her husband and friends. She also enjoys yoga, jogging, and all Pittsburgh sports, as well as her Duke Blue Devils. She also thoroughly enjoys every opportunity to communicate with her readers. Since the release of her debut novel, Three Rivers, she has enjoyed the honor of meeting and talking with numerous fans, and looks forward to getting to know many more.  
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Friday, October 17, 2014

Release Day Blitz: Sinful Anthology By: Jennifer Foor. Missy Johnson, Victoria Ashley, Magan Vernon, Isabel Lucero, Rebecca Berto, BJ Harvey, Erika Ashby, Sexxa Kohl and Marissa Carmel

Today we’re celebrating the release of, Sinful: An After Dark Entertainment Anthology. Sinful is a collaborative effort from some of our favorite best-selling authors! Proceeds from the anthology will be donated to the Voices and Faces Project which is an award-winning documentary initiative created to bring the names, faces and stories of survivors of sexual violence and trafficking to the attention of the public. For more information you can check out their website at http://www.voicesandfaces.org/
Title: Sinful, An After Dark Entertainment Anthology
Genre: New Adult/Erotica
Release Date: October 17th 2014
Formatter: Perfectly Publishable
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About Sinful A collection of ten sinful stories by some of your favorite adult entertainment authors. Stay up late and get uncensored After Dark.
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Sinful, An After Dark Anthology includes:
Diary of a Male Maid by Jennifer Foor
Sebastian thinks cleaning houses is fast money while he's in college, but his new clientele expect a lot more than a floor waxing.
Desire by Missy Johnson
I’m a sex worker.
A prostitute. A whore.
Whatever you want to call me, the result is still the same. I sleep with men and I get paid for it. I don’t make excuses for what I do. Until I learn how fragile life can be.
Slade by Victoria Ashley
One sexy male Stripper, one filthy addiction...craving to be broken.
One Wild Night & Wild Hearts by Magan Vernon
Valerie Wilder doesn't do serious relationships. She also doesn't usually wake up in Vegas next to a male stripper....A male stripper who happens to be her new husband.
 Living in Sin by Isabel Lucero
Jace, a Male escort, discovers if living in sin will cost him everything he never knew he wanted.
The Rental by Rebecca Berto
Vee runs into her old friend, Rick—who was never just a friend—and together they reunite in a place called The Rental where they explore their deepest desires...and face dire consequences if they let their hearts win out.
True Bliss (Bliss #2) by BJ Harvey
A sexy stripper/rookie cop goes to extreme measures to get the girl.
How I Became Lotus Raine by Ericka Ashby
Becoming a porn star was never part of the plan. Everyone else knows me as Lucy Rogers, but you can call me Lotus Raine.
Climax by Sexxa Kohl
Sexy virgin stripper sells herself to a hot, mysterious Dominant, in order to pay for her mother’s life saving surgery. Remaining blindfolded each time, her fourteen days as his submissive awakens feelings neither believed possible.
Stripped From You by Marissa Carmel
Ryan, a swoon worthy surfer, gets caught up in a world of endless nights, infinite women and the name Jack the Stripper. A world, unbeknownst to him, that may just let two severed hearts collide.
*This anthology contains both full length and short stories. Some cliffhangers.
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Wednesday, October 15, 2014

Release Day Launch: Mr. Beautiful by R.K. Lilley



MR. BEAUTIFUL (UP IN THE AIR #4) 
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JAMES

I’ve been remade four times in my life. 

It is a distinct feeling. Impossible to mistake. The very marked sensation of being unraveled and reknit into a new thing, a new person. It can be good or bad, helpful or harmful, but above all, it is unstoppable. 

I was remade when my parents died, went from a happy childhood, into navigating a very dark world, with endless responsibilities, surrounded by enemies, and despairingly alone. 

It happened again at the hands of a cowardly predator. I’d become angrier with that one, more cynical, and it undoubtedly turned me into the kinky f**k I was today. 

The third happened swiftly. One day I looked up into a pair of pale blue eyes and saw the other half of my soul. Checkmate. I went from a completely controlled existence, a life where I made every decision with cold calculation, to a man overcome with feelings and emotions that were foreign but somehow wonderful. 

And all too soon after that cataclysmic change was this fourth one, this one where I begged a God I’d never entertained to spare the life of a woman that I could not live without. 

Follow all of the characters from the Up in the Air universe in the years after the trilogy, with POVs from James, Stephan, Frankie, Tristan, and Akira. 

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It was some endless span of time later, after the shooting. 

Weeks that felt like ages. Time I’d spent agonizing and worrying. 

I’d adjusted almost completely to working from home, as I wouldn’t even consider leaving her side while she recovered. My businesses suffered through some minor hiccups for this, but nothing catastrophic. All of it had become rather relative, besides. 

So what if a few other people helped me run things, and I lost control over some of the minute details that used to consume me? I couldn’t even recall why it was so important to manage it all myself anymore. 

What was the worst that could be happen? I’d become slightly less filthy rich?

We were dining privately, and Bianca was being very quiet. Too quiet. She was up in her own head again, though her worries were always the polar opposite of mine. 

She worried about me. My stress levels, my lack of sleep, my unmet needs.

It was a difficult thing to grow accustomed to, as I couldn’t remember the last time, pre-Bianca, that someone fretted over me.

Not since my mother, I supposed. 

She cleared her throat and brought her level stare to meet my troubled one.

“I heard you talking on the phone earlier, to your Detroit manager. It sounded as though the situation would best be handled if you went there in person. I think you should do it. You can’t stay home with me forever. I’m perfectly self-sufficient now, and even if I wasn’t, I have Stephan and Javier next door, not to mention all of the staff.” 

I didn’t even consider it. She may have been ready for that, but I was not. 

“Maybe in a week or two,” I told her, not meaning it, but using it as a subject ender. 

I went back to my food, feeling her presence acutely to my left. I was a focused man, but I could not be in a room with Bianca without at least half of my attention on her at all times. 

Her presence was a great gaping void in my concentration—my ultimate distraction.

I caught her sigh out of the corner of my eye and turned my attention on her fully. 

She set down her utensils, sitting back in her chair. 

“Was it not to your liking?” I asked her, eyeing up her barely touched dinner. She’d finished only about a third of her filet and less than half of her vegetables. 

“It was very good. I just wasn’t that hungry. I think you actually need to expend energy to work up an appetite.”

The words hungry and appetite coming out of her succulent mouth with that soft voice of hers was enough to make me hard, though it was a fact that it didn’t take much these days. 

I looked at her, keeping my eyes squarely on her face. 

I’d taken one look at the little dress she was wearing earlier and decided wisely not to look at it again. 

My control was hanging on by the thinnest thread, and that dress, or more specifically, the body it revealed more than clothed, was more provocative than I could stand. 

It was overkill, really. 

Inflammatory, when I was already on fire. 

Still, if I let my mind wander for even a second, I could picture it perfectly—her body in that dress. 

It was palest peach, a lovely color on her, feminine and loose, with ruffles at the neck and hem, and so minuscule that it could have been a shirt. I had to force my mind away from any thoughts about her long, bare legs in it. 

It also exposed nearly her entire back, just one T shaped strap all that covered her from her shoulder to the little dimples above her ass, which was torment for all kinds of reasons, one being that her back drove me mindless, the other being that it meant she was braless, and that drove me from mindless to madness incarnate.

The neckline was decent enough, but the sides of the dress were cut severely, on account of the back, leaving the sides of both breasts exposed, so much so that the wrong movement could slip her clean out of it. 

I took a few deep, grounding breaths for control.

I allowed myself one brief glance at her bare neck. Her choker was locked away, since the injury. 

The sight of her neck without it always made my fingers twitch restlessly.

This also brought my mind to other things she’d lost during her long hospital stay. 

Like both of her nipple piercings, which brought my mind to her breasts, the absolute last place it needed to go.

In spite of myself, I glanced at the white skin of one rounded tit where it nearly spilled out of the side of that damned dress.

And felt myself begin to shake.

I looked away, setting down my fork and knife, attempting to hide the fine tremor that ran through the entire length of me, and seemed to be most apparent in my hands. 

“James,” she said, voice quiet and solemn, almost chiding, like she knew what afflicted me. 

Like she held the cure if only I’d reach for it. 

She did, of course, but I wouldn’t let myself reach. Not yet. 

It was too soon. 

She’d nearly died and needed time to recover, time unsullied by my selfish, unquenchable need. 

I didn’t look at her directly, but needless to say, I was still hyper aware of it when she stood and moved to stand at my side. 

I took in a deep breath, then let it out, calming myself and taking her in all at once. 

She touched the top of my head lightly with her elegant fingers. “Oh, James,” she sighed, tone gentle enough to make me ache. 

She stroked her hand into my hair, gripped it lightly, and started to pull. 

She leaned forward, pressing my tense head to her soft bosom. 

I shut my eyes tight.

The image of me putting my ravenous self on her wounded self was a crystal clear picture in my head. 

Obsessively, repetitively, day and night, asleep or awake, I pictured this. 

It was very nearly too much to bear; this voracious, prodigious need of mine. 

I’d not gone through a celibate stage like this since I’d become sexually active, back in my teens. In the beginning of our relationship, when Bianca had left me, I’d come close, but this spell had since outlasted that one. 

It was an ordeal. 

I jerked off at least five times a day, to cope with the readjustment, but it was about as satisfactory as eating cardboard instead of steak. 

My traitorous hands moved to grip the bare backs of her thighs, keeping her leaning against me. 

After one inflamed, torturous moment, I tore myself away. 

She let me go, moving back to her seat. 

I looked at her, making my gaze go to the bandaged side of her face, which I usually avoided, but not now, because I needed that reminder of why I had to put her needs before my own. 

Her injury was still dressed from the latest round of reconstructive surgery, covering one side of her face from cheekbone to jaw. 

It was a sobering sight, not because it was grisly, in fact I couldn’t even see the actual wound, it was covered so thoroughly, but because it was a stark and clear reminder of what had almost happened.

That reminder was dampening, which was what I needed at the moment. 

I finished eating, and Bianca quietly excused herself. 

I knew where she was going, and I forced myself to move in the opposite direction. 

If I followed her to her painting studio, watched her work on and around a canvas in that fucking dress, I’d surely snap, and lose all restraint.

She was not recovered enough for my unrestrained self. 

I tried not to follow her, to hover, as that was not what she wanted, but it was a constant struggle against myself not to check in on her.

Instead, I took up residence in my home office and attempted to work. 

That lasted all of thirty seconds. 

That fast and my mind was wandering back to her, and back to the image of my ravenous self on her recovering self, and I recalled rather urgently that I was do for another jerk off session. 

I had just pulled my erection from the oppressive confines of my pants when my office door opened with no preamble.

This was unusual. Bianca never came to my office. 

She stepped inside, then shut the door behind her, not looking even slightly surprised at what I’d been up to, while I found myself flushing in embarrassment.

Her eyes were unflinching on mine as she approached. 

I’d pushed my chair back from the desk in preparation for my after dinner jerk session. There was enough space between for her to fit. 

She did, facing me and leaning back until her ass was perched right on the edge.

I raised my desperate eyes to her devastating ones. 

Our gazes never wavered as, at the bottom of my vision, she lifted her wispy little dress up to bare herself. 

With a sigh of defeat, I let myself look, but only for the briefest moment. 

No panties, as I’d suspected. 

My eyes, as they returned to hers, were pleading now. 

I couldn’t fight her and myself. 

Myself was bad enough, but I’d never been any match for her. 

Not for one lovesick second since the first time I’d set eyes on her.

“You need more recovery time, Love,” I told her, voice desperate, heart pounding. 

“Shh,” she soothed, holding her arms out for me, her skirt falling back down to barely cover the essentials. 

With a shudder, I moved into her, sliding my chair close between her legs. I rested my cheek on her soft, bare thigh and attempted and failed to hold onto any vague shred of my once dependable control.

She stroked her fingers through my hair. 

It wasn’t long before I raised my head to take her in again. “Grip the edge of the desk with your hands,” I told her roughly, unsteady hands lifting her skirt, letting myself look my fill at last. 

“I’m off the painkillers,” she told me. 

My eyes jerked to hers, nostrils flaring as I caught what she meant me to. We both knew I wouldn’t touch her impaired. 

“Why?” I asked, just to be sure. 

“I don’t like them, and the pain is manageable.” 

“You can’t do that. You can’t make yourself suffer on my account.” 

“Don’t put this on yourself. This is how I’ve always been. I never could stand to take pain medication, no matter the reason, so as soon as it becomes bearable, I stop.” 

I shut my eyes tight and took a deep breath, so torn I was doubting myself. 

“Please, Mr. Cavendish,” she breathed. 

She was ruthless. 

I was lost. 

I turned my head, burrowing my face between her legs, tasting her. 

My moan was almost loud enough to drown out hers. 

A taste turned into a feast and I lapped at her, one hand pinching the tip of my cock to hold off on coming as my other hand delved between her thighs to finger her. 

She came undone fast, thank God, as I jammed two fingers into her and pushed my tongue repeatedly against the swollen nub of her clit. 

I pulled my face away to look at her as my hands went still, stopping her on the brink. 

I didn’t have to tell her. She knew what to do.

She begged.





R.K. Lilley lives in Colorado with her husband and their two beautiful sons. She's had a lot of interesting jobs, from being a first class flight attendant, to being a stablehand, but swears she never knew what hard work was until she had children. She's been addicted to both reading and writing fiction since she can remember. She loves to travel, read, hike, paint, game, watch anime, and make the most of every single day. She is the author of the erotic romance novels In Flight, Mile High, Grounded, and the novella, Lana.




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IN FLIGHT (Up in the Air #1)

MILE HIGH (Up in the Air #2)

GROUNDED (Up in the Air #3)

LANA (Novella)




Monday, October 13, 2014

Review: Punctured, Bruised, and Barely Tattooed By Jade C. Jamison

Title: Punctured, Bruised and Barely Tattooed



Synopsis

COMPANION NOVEL to the TANGLED WEB series

Kory McCallister has had her eyes on tattoo artist Stone Bowman for quite some time—so long, in fact, that no other guy will do. Stone pushes every turn on button Kory has—he’s tattooed from head to toe; he’s hot; he’s funny and charming; and he’s also mysterious. So when Kory’s friends dare her to ask Stone out on a date, she can’t believe she actually finds the guts to do it.

More surprising? He takes her up on the offer.

She discovers that, while his past might not be quite as dark or mysterious as she’d imagined, it’s bigger than she’d expected, and it’s something she will need to contend with if she decides she wants to keep him around to color her life for good.


Review 

It is no secret that I love Jade C. Jamison. I freaking love the Bullet series. I had yet to read any of the Tangled Web series, but I really enjoyed this companion novel. 

The only thing I disliked about this book, is the person it is written in. I myself find it hard to get into a book when it's narrated to you. But, Jade does it in a way that I still loved the story and it did not ruin it for me. 

Kory is a very complex character. She is, just like the title, Punctured, Bruised and Barely Tattooed. She is going through life just trying to move on. She takes one day at a time and knows what she wants. I really like the way Jade wrote Kory. Even as messed up as her past is, she isn't a heroine that I wanted to slap. I found her strength inspiring. 

Stone, what can I tell you about him? Hmmm? How about the fact that I love, I mean really love Inked men. Stone is covered in it and I loved that about him. I also love piercings. I think I really liked the way he was written because it's real. You know the saying, "Don't judge a book by it's cover." Well, that applies to people too. He's tatted up and pierced, but he is the sweetest, most caring guy. I love him for what he did for Kory. His secret drove me nuts. I'm a very impatient person, so stories like that kill me. I wanted to know so bad who he was. Read this book and you'll see what I mean. 

Overall rating for this book is 4 Stars! ~Jen 

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Thursday, October 9, 2014

Cover Reveal: Forever With Me by Kristen Proby

We are beyond excited to bring you the Cover Reveal for Kristen Proby's FOREVER WITH ME!! FOREVER WITH ME is a Contemporary Erotic Romance novel and is the Final book in the With Me In Seattle Series and is due to be released on December 2, 2014!!

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Author photoABOUT FOREVER WITH ME: From the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of the With Me in Seattle Series comes the end of a saga… Dominic Salvatore seemingly has everything a man could want. He’s found a new relationship with his father and the entire Montgomery family. His vineyard, Cuppa di Vita, is a success. There’s only one thing that eludes him: a certain driven, intelligent, and sexy as hell blonde named Alecia. Alecia works tirelessly building her event planning business. It’s the most important part of her life. Despite the beautiful, lavish weddings she organizes, Alecia is convinced that the idea of true love is a myth. While Dominic is a sexy, intriguing man, welcoming the handsome Italian into her bed, and her life, is a risk she’s not so sure she’s willing to take. However Dominic isn’t used to taking no for an answer, and it’s not long before these two are burning up the sheets and discovering a connection that neither can deny. But will it be strong enough to last forever? “I’m going to eventually make you understand how amazing you are, tesoro.” – Dominic Salvatore 



   ABOUT KRISTEN PROBY:

New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author Kristen Proby is the author of the popular With Me in Seattle series. She has a passion for a good love story and strong characters who love humor and have 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 spends her days with her muse in the Pacific Northwest. She enjoys coffee, chocolate, and sunshine. And naps. Visit her at KristenProby.com.  

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Wednesday, October 8, 2014

Review: Melody of the Heart by Katie Ashley


Title: Melody of the Heart (Runaway Train #3.5)
Author: Katie Ashley
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As the Runaway Train family gathers in Savannah, Georgia for the wedding of its last single member, Rhys McGowan, to Allison Slater, Jake's little sister, Rolling Stone magazine prepares an issue to celebrate the union. While focusing on the happy couple, they also sit down with Brayden and Lily Vanderburg for a feature on successful rock star marriages. After all, the two have been a couple since they were sixteen years old. But there is more to the story than meets the eye, and their love took a slight detour before finding happily ever after. 

Told in flashbacks from the present to the past, Brayden and Lily share the story of their unbreakable love.

Review 


What can I say? This book tore me up, in a good way. I loved going back in time and experiencing Brayden and Lily's story. They were the couple that we'd heard about in all the other books, but really didn't know that much about. It really was a perfect way to end the Runaway Train series.

Brayden was the one that was a mystery to me. He totally melted my heart in the other books. He was so kind, and fatherly to the girls. I really was surprised to see his story come out. I really could have smacked him for what he did, but I forgave him just as Lily did.

I am so overcome with emotions right now. Reading this book was like reliving the end of the show Friends for me. I've read all their stories, fell deeply in love with the men and respected the ladies in these books. Katie Ashley did a superb job in ending a series. Taking us back in time to the beginning and giving us the details of the relationship that we all hope to have. A love that conquers all. That is why I loved this book so much. It shows us the strength of her characters and that with love, preservation and determination, you really can have it all.

My favorite line from the book was spoken by Brayden: "But you gave me the melody I never knew I had." He took my hand in his and brought it to his chest. "The melody straight from my heart." And this ladies is where my crying turned into a full on ugly cry that would make grown men run and hide.

Thank You, Katie Ashley for the entire Runaway Train series, and for telling such a beautiful love story. Bravo! 5 Stars!





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Katie Ashley is the New York Times, USA Today, and Amazon Best-Selling author of The Proposition. She lives outside of Atlanta, Georgia with her two very spoiled dogs and one outnumbered cat. She has a slight obsession with Pinterest, The Golden Girls, Harry Potter, Shakespeare, Supernatural, Designing Women, and Scooby-Doo.

She spent 11 1/2 years educating the Youth of America aka teaching MS and HS English until she left to write full time in December 2012.

She also writes Young Adult fiction under the name Krista Ashe.