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BOOK TOUR!!! ~ Art of War by Monique Orgeron

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Title: Art of War
Series: A Stern Family Saga #3
Author: Monique Orgeron
Genre: Contemporary Romance w/ Suspense
Release Date: March 23, 2018
Cover Designer: Erica Alexander at Serendipity Formatting

“The storyline is fantastic, it will have you on the edge of your seat, will have you bawling, and will have your cheering and rooting for this family! This is absolutely a Must Read!!” ~ Amazon Review

“I LOVED THIS BOOK!! . . . If you have read the first two books this one is even better!” ~ Amazon Review

War is inevitable, but who will win? 

The minute Murphy Larussa stepped foot in New Orleans, her life changed forever.

Murphy was meant to remain in the shadows, hidden from prying eyes, like any good bastard.

She finds herself hunted by a dangerous family for a debt she has no knowledge of. 

Everyone wants her gone, but they underestimate her. She refuses to allow them to push her back into obscurity. From now on, everyone will know her name because she is here to stay and claim what is rightfully hers.

There will be a war, one Murphy is hell bent on winning!

Sent on a hunt for a person who owes his family, Zander will not stop until he has his man.

How was he to know who he would find? 

Murphy Larussa is not what any of them saw coming.

So unexpected, she’s the only woman to ever bring the great Zander Stern to his knees. 

Now he will do anything to protect her, even if that means protecting her from his own family.

Everyone wants a war.

He will give them one, but this is a war he plans on winning!
MURPHY
            Once Zander leaves, I hug myself, knowing I’m the one becoming stupid when it comes to him. I just have to be careful not to let it show. I feel everything he says that he does when we kiss. It’s a draw I have never felt, something I didn’t think existed. A spark that stays burning long after we’ve separated. It’s a spark that I can’t help wanting more of.
            Kyle sneaks up on me and begins questioning. “Are you realizing how much you want him?”
            “What? No! Leave me alone!”
            Kyle jumps with glee. “You are! Oh my God, Murphy you like him. Like, really like.”
            “Shut up, Kyle, get out of my way!”
            I march right past him, slamming my bedroom door. Oh God, I do like him, probably more than any other man I’ve ever met. What does that say about me? I know, that I’m glutton for punishment. How can I possibly find him, the man who belongs to the family that is holding my life in their hands more attractive, more interesting and more annoying than any other decent guy out there? Maybe because I never truly met a decent guy, and for some reason I think Zander is decent. And the way he makes me feel. I can still feel his hands on me, gently cleaning my injuries.
I can maybe deny him during the day but when I sleep there is no denying in my dreams. Every night since we’ve met, I can see and feel his touch, the way it felt to be in his arms or the way he controlled my body. The orgasms that he gave me, nothing has ever come close to that.
            Shit, what am I thinking? I can’t have these feelings. He is nothing to me, or at least that’s what I need to keep telling myself. I will not be like my mother and fall for the wrong man, or any man. So, I’m in like with him, but it’s not love. Love doesn’t truly exist; not for me, it doesn’t.
            I’m startled from my thoughts as Kyle barges into the room. “I wasn’t finished with you yet, Murph.”
            “Oh yes, you are. I don’t want to talk about Mr. Zander Stern again.”
            “Mr. Zander Stern, that’s what we’re calling him now? So professional. Is that a way for you to feel less comfortable with him?”
            “What the hell are you talking about now?”
            “I’m talking about how that man is sweet on you and you keep pushing him away like you always do. Except this time, I see something different.”
            “Really? Do tell, I know you’re dying to.”
            “Oh I will. I see the smoldering heat that comes off you two when you’re around each other. I see the desire in your eyes for him.”
            “You’re full of shit, Kyle. It’s almost laughable.”
            “Except that neither one of us is laughing. Why do this to yourself, Murphy?”
            “Do what, Kyle?”
            “Why do you try so hard to keep people at bay? Why are you so determined not to let anyone in, especially men? That man cares for you so much that he has his mother waiting to collect from you, and you still push him away.”
            I can’t answer, I have no answer for him other than I refuse to be used or hurt. I hang my head, not from shame, but for the time to build my defenses back up. Kyle’s right about me; over the years I let him in, I let him close enough to me that he recognizes my faults, but he has no right to throw them back in my face.
            He refuses to stop. “Listen, Murphy, be smart. Even if you don’t want to admit how much Zander gets to you, you should still consider his mother’s offer. I heard everything. I know his mother wants you to marry him. I think you should do it. He can protect you, and you can keep a percentage of the casino. It’s a win-win.”
            I’m done, that did it. “What the hell are you talking about? You want me to be forced to marry a man I don’t love to keep a small percentage of a casino I already own? You want me to be tied down to a man who is dangerous, not to mention a womanizer, to just piss away everything that’s mine by right? If that is my choice, I choose to just leave, go back home, let the Sterns have it all, just forget it ever existed. But I’m not. I will find a way to pay them back and keep what is mine without having to sacrifice the rest of my life.”
            Kyle’s shaking his head in defeat. “Fine, Murph, do what you have to do, but honey, if you can’t pay them, you will lose everything, including Zander, and you won’t believe me now, but that will hurt more than losing the casino.”
            I continue to watch in shock as he disappears into his bedroom. He doesn’t know what he’s talking about. I don’t care about Zander, and he definitely isn’t mine, so how could it hurt worse than losing my casino?
Written by Monique Orgeron’s eldest, most beautiful, and intelligent daughter. (My sister is going to hate this part.)

My mom happens to be the most caring, loving, and stubborn person I know, well anyone knows. She gives 100% percent of herself to everyone and has given up so much of herself for my sister and I. For twenty-one years she has poured her heart and soul into making sure we know that we are loved and that we can do anything we put our minds too, but it was about time she figured that out about herself. 

Up until this year I hadn’t seen my mom do anything for only her, but this book has allowed her to travel the world through the pages of a book, make new friends, and feel the joy of doing something exciting. 

There is a new light behind her eyes and it is just making me feel more joy than she can ever imagine. While she might be annoying most of the time, I am so thrilled that she is finally allowing herself to grow as a person and not spend all of her energy on her family. 

It has been a long journey of self-discovery for my mom; she has gone from domestic supermom to domestic goddess throughout the process of writing. 

We are so very excited and proud of you! I love you as big as the world.

-Bria and Tony

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BLOG TOUR!! ~ Magic Lover’s by Shelly McGowan

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Title: Magic’s Lovers
Series: Arcadia Global #1
Author: Shelly McGowan
Genre: Fantasy/Paranormal Romance
Deception and love leaves a new sorceress teetering on the edge of black magic, from which there is no return or forgiveness.

When her grandmother dies, Shay Mallory is thrust into the incredibly real world of sorcery. Along with her grandmother’s astonishing fortune, Shay has also inherited her magic powers. She is now a powerful sorceress, only if she can control her powers. As Shay begins her magical training, she finds her previous mundane life is more complicated and sinister than she realized.

As Arcadia Global’s CEO, Pierce Gresham begins teaching her the rules of sorcery, he steals her heart. But when he abruptly ends their relationship, the pressures of her magical training and the real world leave Shay teetering on the edge of black magic, from which there is no return or forgiveness.

Magic’s Lovers introduces readers to the world of magic and the epic struggle of those that govern, protect, and enforce against those forces that would use black magic to destroy everything.

Enter the world of Arcadia Global and learn about those that wield, control, and manipulate the elemental magics of the world.

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Shelly was raised by her paternal Grandma, Georgette. Her life was filled with good food, stories, and lots of lessons about antiques, old plantations, and what proper etiquette was for young ladies. Georgette’s retirement was dedicated to Shelly. That love resonates with her every day, especially in her writing. When she was thirteen years old Georgette handed her a paperback book and told her to dream. From that moment on she has not stopped reading or dreaming of becoming a writer. 
After a long career in technology, real estate, and raising three children she decided it was time to pursue a dream. While Shelly had written technical documents during her career in technology she had no idea what it meant to be a fiction writer. With determination and the guiding hand of a veteran writer as her mentor, she slowly learned to craft a story. Finally, she realized her dream with her first publication of Magic’s Lovers in August 2016.
She saw the reviews for Magic’s Lovers, the emails, and private messages requesting that Shay & Pierce’s book become a series. She jumped into book two and wrote the second most requested story. Magic Denied was published in September 2017. Petra’s book is planned!
Living in Seattle, Washington area with her geeky husband of over twenty years and three teenagers, Shelly squeezes in writing when she can. The house includes four dogs, six cats, two birds, and whatever lizards her husband keeps in his basement lab. She spends most of her time researching, writing, and video conferencing with friends across the country.

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SALES BLITZ —> Shame & Make It To The Alter by Fiona Cole

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Titles: Shame (Shame Me Not) and Make It To The Altar (Shame Me Not Novella)
Author: Fiona Cole
Genre: NA/Coming of Age/BDSM Romance
The girl next door. Pretty. Sweet. Kind. 

Submissive. 
Until I met her, I was alone with the dark desires that I didn’t understand, that I couldn’t reconcile. 

She became my best friend, and then she became so much more. 
Desire. Disgust. Shame. 
Dominance. 
I wouldn’t have survived until college without her. When we were together, I was at peace for the first time in my life. 
But it was too good to last. 
Our appetite for pain and pleasure destroyed us. And all the drinks in the world weren’t enough to get used to missing her. 
On the verge of earning my degree, Ana walks back into my life, those gray-blue eyes still able to see right through me. It’s the chance I’ve been waiting for. One last chance to overcome my shame. 
If only it were that easy. 
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It took Kevin and Ana ten years to find their happily ever after, and they can’t wait to claim each other as husband and wife. 
But when one thing after the next goes wrong, they begin to wonder if they’ll ever get to say their ‘I do’s’. 

As Ana starts to crumble under the stress, Kevin knows that he needs a plan. Her submission calms her, his control centers them both, and speeding up their path to matrimony seems to be the best course of action. 
That is, if they can make it to the altar.
Shame Excerpt 

 


 

“Don’t scream. Don’t move,” Kevin growled into my ear.
“Fuck, Kevin,” I sputtered once his hand dropped from my mouth. “You scared the hell out of me.”
“Good.” He ran his hand along the outside of my thigh and then under my skirt, reaching for my panties. He fisted the waistband and tugged them down.
“What the hell are you doing?” My breath sawed in and out of my chest, feeling exposed with the black lace tangled around my knees. He didn’t answer, but I felt his hand unbuckling his pants and brushing against my bottom. “Kevin . . .” I said again, but he flipped my skirt up, and used his arm around my waist to yank me higher into contact with his hard cock before tearing open a condom wrapper.
“Going to fuck you, Ana.”
I was throbbing, aching. God, the way he’d snuck up on me and just begun tugging my clothes out of the way. The way he hadn’t asked, just moved me where he wanted me. The fact that we were in school, where anyone could catch us. All of it was setting my body on fire.
“Be a good girl and don’t make a sound.” He shifted his hips and without warning, he pushed inside me in one shove.
I groaned, unable to hold back every sound. I was wet, but Kevin was big and he hadn’t prepared me in any way, so it burned. And I loved it. He barely pulled back before he pushed in again. His thrusts were quick and deep. The frantic pace he set added to the intensity of being caught.
“Touch yourself,” he whispered. “Come for me. We don’t have much time.”
One hand splayed on his thigh, holding on, and the other moved between my legs to rub at my clit. The theater was so silent that our heavy breathing and quiet moans sounded like shouts. I felt like we were daring someone to come in and watch us.
I thought I was going to draw blood from biting my lips when Kevin’s hand roughly pinched my nipple beneath my shirt causing me to hold back my scream. There was no relief, he held on to my tip and squeezed, the burn shooting straight down to my throbbing core.
I wondered what we would look like to someone who stumbled upon us. Locked together, his body pressed to my hunched back as he rutted against me like an animal in heat. His fingers latched on to my breast and my hand moving furiously between my legs.
Just the thought—creating the image in my head—set me off. “Ke-Kevin,” I cried out on a breath, desperate to stay quiet as I arched up onto my toes and let the waves of pleasure pour over me. He clamped his hand over my parted lips to hold in the cries of my orgasm and buried his head into my back, letting his moans vibrate through my chest.
My whole body shook when I came down from my high. Our bodies both leaned forward as our chests heaved in sync from the effort it took to fuck so quickly.
Kevin placed a soft kiss between my shoulder blades and slipped out of me, holding me up so I didn’t collapse in a heap on the floor. Turning around, I pulled my panties up my legs and watched him pull the condom off. My pussy squeezed. Such an intimate moment that turned me on just to see him tugging the thin piece of latex off his softening dick. Without thinking, I squatted down and sucked the tip of his cock between my lips, wanting to taste him. His hand fisted in my hair and thrust in deep with a moan before pulling out and lifting me for a kiss.
It turned me on that he didn’t mind the taste of himself. Hell, everything Kevin did turned me on. Things I didn’t even think about or consider turned me on with him. Almost every day we discovered more and more and it felt safe and exciting to do it with him. My best friend. Kevin looked down at me and smiled as he buckled up his pants.
“That was pretty risky. We could’ve gotten caught.”
“And that is the thrill of it,” he answered.

 



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We grabbed a seat at our gate and settled in for the wait. He took off his suit jacket and rested it over my shoulders before pulling me as close to him as I could get with an armrest between us. The sensation of his fingers stroking my hair almost lulled me to sleep when a slow song came on at the bar across the walkway and he shifted. 

 


 

“Dance with me, Anabelle.”

 


 

Looking around at the people, I almost said no, but he’d already tugged me out of my seat and into his arms. 

 


 

“Don’t tell me no. It’s our first dance.”

 


 

I dug my fingers into the hair along his neck and laid my head on his chest, letting Ed Sheeran’s song, Perfect, surround us as Kevin moved in slow circles. I was sure people were watching, but I didn’t care. 

 


 

“How many kids do you want?” His question surprised me. We’d never really talked details about kids other than we both knew we wanted them. 

 


 

“I don’t know. More than one, less than ten.”

 


 

His chest shook against my cheek as he laughed. “Sounds like a good limit.”

 


 

“What about you?”

 


 

“More than one. I didn’t love being the only child.”

 


 

“Me either. But I was lucky when I found you. Although, I wouldn’t have hated it if you’d had a sexy older brother.”

 


 

“Anabelle,” he growled my name. 

 


 

Laughing, I said, “I’m kidding. You’re it for me. You’re the only person I want to have a baby with.”

 


 

Lifting my head, I looked up into his eyes, wanting to get lost in the depths and layers of brown. He leaned down and kissed my cheek working his way to my ear where he nipped at it with his teeth. 

 


 

“I can’t wait to see you pregnant with my child.” His words sent a shiver of excitement down my body. “Does that excite you? Being filled with my seed?”

 


 

I didn’t answer, just swallowed hard and buried my head in his chest to hide the flush working its way up my chest. 

 


 

“That first trimester, when everything is so sensitive,” he growled from deep in his chest. “Oh, Ana. I’ll suck on your full breasts, torture them, wrap them around my dick and fuck them. They’ll be so eager for my touch, I’ll probably be able to make you come just by playing with them.”

 


 

“Kevin.” I said his name on a desperate breath, squeezing my thighs against the ache his words created.

 


 

“Are you turned on, Ana? Do my words excite you, right here in front of all these people? I bet I could make you come with my words alone. And you would, for me.”

 


 

My whole body shook with need and I held tightly to his neck, scared he would do it. Terrified that he wouldn’t.

 


 

I could feel his breath against my neck and waited for him to begin when we were interrupted by an announcement. 

 


 

“Passengers on flight one-five-two-three, to Jamaica, need to proceed to the desk. Flight one-five-two-three to Jamaica has been canceled. Please see check in for information.”

 

 


 

Fiona Cole is a military wife and a stay at home mom with degrees in biology and chemistry. As much as she loved science, she decided to postpone her career to stay at home with her two little girls, and immersed herself in the world of books until finally deciding to write her own.
Fiona loves hearing from her readers, so be sure to follow her on social media.

 


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HAPPY RELEASE DAY!! ~ His On Demand by Fiona Murphy (excerpt & giveaway INSIDE!)

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Title: His On Demand (BBW Romance)
Author: Fiona Murphy
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: March 27, 2018
To make my dream come true I’ll do anything, even put up with an asshole like Leandros Kaplan. Four years, five tops and I’ll have enough money saved to stop working and write full time. I know lying to him to get the job is crazy and stupid. It’s as crazy and stupid as the requirement for his new assistant to be married. I’m not married, and I’m not like his past assistants, the ones who dropped sexual innuendo daily and then would hand him their underwear when he asked for reports. I’m a freaking virgin at thirty-one. 

I swear I never thought I would fall for him, it doesn’t matter that he’s a gorgeous Greek god billionaire, he’s also a jerk who takes pride in being ruthless and cold-blooded. He’s so out of my league we don’t even play the same game. He’s into dating double zero models. There’s no way he would ever be interested in a plus size like me.

When he finds out I lied I’m not surprised he wants his pound of flesh, I’m surprised he wants it in the form of my flesh, naked for him. The retribution he demands is me, whenever, however, he wants my body. I’ll give it to him, everything he demands. He doesn’t want my heart or tears, only I can’t stop giving him both, and it’s slowly tearing me apart. Can he ever forgive me for lying or will that one lie be the end of us?

Walking Elizabeth Ward to the elevator, I am satisfied by her happiness and effusive thanks. Dmitri owes me twenty dollars, I managed not only to hire her. I turned her from an angry shrew into a purring contented kitten.

“She was pretty.” The words are spoken the moment the elevator closes and in Italian. I have to be wrong about the jealousy I detect. Yet when I turn it is clear on her face. Her blue eyes are a storm of emotion. “You got what you wanted. You really liked her.”

I am drawn to Alexa, I cannot look away from her. From seeing her every emotion and desire on her beautiful face to the brilliant blue of her eyes. I hear her breath catch as she leans back in the chair behind her desk. My hands go flat on her desk to keep from reaching for her.

I respond in English, there can be no chance of misunderstanding. “She is very pretty.” Alexa’s face tightens then her eyes fall from mine. “I did get what I wanted, I always get what I want. I got the best person for the job. That she happens to be a very pretty woman as well means nothing to me. She is now an employee, and I do not fuck employees. Ever.” Alexa inhales as sapphire blue eyes catch and hold mine and my cock screams for her. “That is all I do. I fuck, Ms. Clark. No emotions, just pleasure. Long hours, of complete and utter pleasure, is all I want from a woman. Only it is not enough for many women, they get greedy for more than hours, they want days, weeks, months and several even want forever. All I want are the hours.”
Her eyes are glittering sapphires, I want to see her naked in sapphires, a rope of them at her neck, in her ears, between her breasts. A long shuddering breath comes out of her, and I watch in painful fascination as her breasts sway. The ringing phone snaps me out of the thick haze of desire. It reminds me where I am, and who I’m talking to, at work to my employee, my married employee. Damn her for making me forget.
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Due to commitment issues I have lived in many different cities and my favorite is Chicago but I have managed to settle into Austin and perhaps my commitment issues are behind me. 

I have enjoyed reading from a very young age and it wasn’t long before the children books bored me and I read the books my mother enjoyed Stephen King and Dean Koontz and I didn’t sleep without the light on until I was about ten. 

I came across my first Harlequin by accident and it was love at first read, no one died and happy endings? It was a whole new world and I loved it. 

I wrote my first story at eight and everyone died, of course. Since then I would like to think I’ve gotten better and now I’m writing the happily ever afters I first fell in love with, with some hot sex thrown in along the way.

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RELEASE DAY!!! ~ Duke by Jax Hart (EXCERPT inside!!)

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Title: Duke
Author: Jax Hart
Genre: New Adult/Contemporary Romance
Release Date: March 27, 2018
She’s his obsession.
He’s her downfall.
Raised in a remote town by men who would die for her, Shanna can’t wait to escape years of being babysat by the archaic mentality of the men her father’s MC. They live by a code. A code she’s done being part of.
But even in isolated places… there are people dying to take you down.
Duke and Shanna must decide if they are going to fight for their love or watch it crash and burn when both of them are forced to make choices they can’t come back from.
How far would you go for love?
Duke…
I stopped in on a whim to see the old dive bar where my old man used to spend his days–getting drunk with his boys from the MC. But when I walked in and saw her… I knew I would be back and not just for anot
her round, but to make Shanna mine. 
She’s asking for trouble teasing me the way that she does. 
She’s made a mistake.
A bad one.
I’m not like the pathetic boys at her college. I’m an ex-marine, and I’m gonna make my BAD GIRL pay. 
But I wasn’t expecting her to put up a fight. Taming her just might be the biggest battle I’ve faced yet, but I’m determined to make it the sweetest victory for us both.
She’s my angel, but I’m her devil. 
Together we’re gonna burn.
“CUT THEM OFF.”
“Excuse me?
“You heard me. CUT THEM OFF.”
I stare back at him for a few beats astonished. This man has the nerve to sit at my bar, silently staring at me for two weeks without uttering a single word, and now he’s speaking to me for the first time just to tell me what to do— in my own goddamn place?
I don’t think so.
Ignoring him, I turn my back, intentionally pouring more shots for the rowdy group. The amount they put on their tab so far is enough to put me well into the black this month and then some.
They are annoying but harmless.
I’ll let them get liquored up and make sure they all get into the hired car waiting at the curb outside. I’ve been doing this long enough to know how to handle myself and my bar.
“Shanna.”
My name falls from his lips like a curse or prayer; maybe a combination of both.
Raising one eyebrow, I turn to look at him over my shoulder…daring him… challenging him to say anything else to me.
“What? Do you need another shot of bourbon?” I smile sweetly.
He crooks a finger at me, signaling me to come closer.
But I’m not stupid.
I’m not getting within two feet of him.
But when Meat signals me, I feel like I have no choice. Meat is loyal and has been nothing but good to me, I can’t snub him just because Duke is sitting right next to him.
I slowly walk over, intentionally leaning my elbows on the bar so my shirt dips good and low, planting my cleavage right in front of his face.
The lacy edges of my bra greet him and I can’t help but notice how his hungry eyes devour every inch of my exposed flesh.
Before I can blink, he has me.
He moves fast for a man of his size. He caught me off guard; I’m alarmed.
I would never survive in a bar like this… in a life like this if I had slow reflexes and bad instincts but I never saw his move coming.
He has me.
With one hand, he traps both of mine flat on the bar. He leans in. His face brushes mine as he whispers, “I told you to cut them off. You’re a bad girl, Shanna and you will pay for this… ”
He’s still a breath away and lowers his gaze to my breasts.
Holy Hell.
It takes everything in me to pretend this isn’t affecting me; that he’s not affecting me, as he moves his head and I feel his breath on my skin.
He kisses my throat and I feel the tip of his tongue lick the hollow between my breasts, then he blows where he touched. Goosebumps break out on my skin.
“I’m going to suck these sweet tits someday soon Shanna. Don’t test me.”
“Yeah, keep telling yourself that. You and every other man in here can think about my sweet tits all night. You can look but you can’t touch Masters. I’m my own woman. No one tells me what to do in my own goddamn bar. Now get your meaty hands off me before I have Federico haul your ass out.”
He laughs low in his throat while one thumb massages the soft skin under my wrist. As he rubs back and forth, I just know it’s the same stroke he uses when rubbing his woman.
My lips fall open.
I feel myself weakening.
The tingle grows between my thighs… an image of this beast of a man touching me fills my head.
“Know this Shanna—I will be your master. I’m going to tell you to drop to your knees and take me into your mouth—and you’re going do it. You’ve taken this too far. Dressing like this, putting your ripe body on display. You’ve waved the flag in front of the wrong bull, sweetheart. I’m seeing red…  and your sweet naked body under mine.”
I jerk back, but he holds me fast. My heart’s pounding as the images of him doing all this to me makes me terrified of my own feelings. If any other man said this to me I’d smack the shit out of them.  
I rub my legs together feeling the stickiness between them. Gasping, I throw my head back as he pours his shot of bourbon down my neck and drinks it off my body. A puddle pools, hitting my bra and I moan when his long tongue swirls down to lap and licks every last drop off my skin.
I vaguely hear the cat-calls behind me.
I’ve lost the battle but now need to win the war.
I’ve never lost control or show any outward sign of weakness, but Duke Masters has just destroyed in two minutes what it took me two years to build.
“Dick,” I whisper.
“Yes, I plan on filling you with my dick baby and you know what? You are going to love every inch of it.”
He finally pulls back, releasing my hands and leans back in his seat.
“Get the fuck out of my bar.” I hiss.

 

“Not a chance sweetheart.”
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Jax Hart: Singer, a songwriter, living creatively through art. Dirty Romance author from the great state of Washington. Duke is his first full-length novel. He generally hates most people, plays the bass guitar, and enjoys camping trips with his son. 

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RELEASE BLITZ! ~ Breech’s Fall by DD Galvani

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Title: Breech’s Fall
Series: Devils Wind MC
Author: D.D. Galvani
Genre: MC Romance
Release Date: March 21, 2018
From the moment Jiji steps foot inside the Devil’s Wind clubhouse, Breech can’t get her out of his head. She’s beautiful, smart and sassy-all things that drive Breech’s need to its breaking point. But she’s not for him. She’s his best friend Fighter’s little sister. He can’t hit it and quit it with Jiji, like he does the others. Either he’s all in or Fighter will have his balls.

Jiji knows exactly what kind of man Breech is and no matter what kind of fire he sets off in her lady parts, she has no intentions of getting mixed up with him and becoming another one, of the many women, he leaves in his wake. She has goals she’s working towards and the world of bikers doesn’t fit in with what she has planned.

But when trouble comes knocking and Jiji finds herself in a terrifying situation, it’s Breech and the Devil’s Wind that must step in to save her. She just hopes they make it in time.

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D.D. Galvani was born and raised on Long Island, New York. She moved to Florida in 2002 and lives there today with her husband of 37 years. She has two children and one beloved grand daughter whom she spoils as much as she can. She is an avid reader and crafter and decided to put those two loves together and Swag by NaNa was born. After working around author’s for a few years, she asked a couple to look at a story she had written and was blown away that they liked it. They pushed her to finish it and her first novel Fighter’s Claim, an MC romance came to be. She writes strong alpha males and sassy intelligent women. Welcome to her world!

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SALE!!! ~ Mustang Prairie ~ ALL BOOKS $0.99!!

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❤💜💙💚❤Welcome to Mustang Prairie❤💜💙💚❤
A small town filled with quirky residents, sexy women and the men who love them!

SHELLIE is standing up for herself and her town when a handsome big city executive NOEL comes to town thinking he’s gonna change things in CONFLICT OF INTEREST.

ALEX has had her fill of rich, entitled pricks and struggling, entitled pricks so she’s going on vacation. Where she meets the handsome and wealthy BAXTER who makes her question everything. A LITTLE BIT IN LOVE.

 

SADIE grew up on the streets with no family, no money. No nothing. Now she has a best friend who makes her heart race but she can’t risk losing him, her only family. DYLAN finally sees her and to him it FEELS LIKE LOVE.

TRIXIE just got away from a controlling man and she’s determined to build a stable, independent life…back in Mustang Prairie where she grew up. She never imagined she’d end up living next door to JACK, the boy/man of her dreams. Again. IT MUST BE LOVE

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BOOK BLITZ!! ~ The Expatriates 1 & 2 by Corinne O’Flynne

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Title: Song of the Sending
Title: Promise of a Scholar 
Series: The Expatriates #1 & #2
Author: Corinne O’Flynn
Genre: Fantasy/Action & Adventure




They told him his world was destroyed.

 

And they were the last to escape.
They thought he was safe.
They were wrong.

Jim Wales can communicate with animals, but that’s not why he lives with a traveling carnival. Turns out his family’s been hiding him there since he was little, since someone started hunting all the scholars. Jim is a scholar—someone who can manipulate energy using magic—and he has no idea.

When a message arrives from Jim’s supposedly-dead father, Jim’s whereabouts are discovered, their carnival is attacked, and his mother is kidnapped. On the run with a strange glass map and a single coin, Jim finds himself racing to reclaim the father he thought he’d lost, plotting to save his mother, and discovering the truth about who he is.


But going home isn’t the same as being safe, and trust is everything.





 

He’s the last of the world’s Scholars.

 

He possesses the power of the collective.
Now he’s got some unfinished business.
And a chance for revenge.

With his father imprisoned, the people of the Sweetwater clan still missing, and being on the Science Guild’s most-wanted list, it seems like everyone wants something from Jim Wales. But just because he’s the last living Scholar doesn’t mean Jim has a plan or the answers. 

When the Fairy Queen takes matters into her own hands, she puts her people and the worlds in jeopardy. But where everyone else sees danger, Jim sees opportunity. Torn between his desire for revenge and his need to keep his word, Jim finds himself looking within to discover what he’s really made of. 

But having great power and owning it are two very different things.





 


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Corinne O’Flynn is a USA Today bestselling author of The Expatriates fantasy-adventure series, Witches of Tower Hill paranormal suspense series featuring the award-winning GHOSTS OF WITCHES PAST, the Aumahnee Prophecy urban fantasy series, and the Half Moon Girls murder-mystery series. She is also a publisher with Wicked Ink Books, whose titles include the award-winning titles TICK TOCK: Seven Tales of Time and OFF BEAT: Nine Spins on Song.

 

She’s a native New Yorker living in Colorado who wouldn’t trade life in the Rockies for anything. She is a self-proclaimed scone aficionado, a professional napper, and she has an entire section of her kitchen devoted to tea. She serves on the board of Rocky Mountain Fiction Writers and Rowan Tree Foundation. When not writing, she can be found hanging with her husband and their four kids, playing board games, knitting, reading, or binge watching some fabulous shows (while sipping tea).

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BOOK BLITZ!! ~ Crashed Series by Kerri Ann

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Series: Crashed
Author: Kerri Ann
Genre: Dark Gritty Romance

Release Date: Available Now

Crashed (Vol 1)

 


 

Wyatt
It was just another race.
Another hollow win.
Until her.
Sure, ten minutes ago two women graced my bed, but that doesn’t matter. I want her. I need to know her.
There’s something magnetic about Circe. Dragging me towards her like the goddess she’s named after…
I’d gladly drown.
I’ll have to prove to her that she’s more than a quick one night stand.
Circe
Wyatt ‘Casper’ Crown on a motorcycle is fearless.
He’s a champion.
No…He’s the champion.
Every man wants to be him.
Every woman wants to say they’ve had him. Most have.
I swore I wouldn’t let it happen. I wouldn’t fall prey to his dangerous charisma.
I know it’ll take everything in me to say no.
So what happens when the daredevil playboy doesn’t win?
What happened when the champion Crashed…
Crashed (Vol 2)
What happened when the champion Crashed…
Wyatt Crown was mine, and I was his.
Feeling his hands on my body, his breath on my skin, and the soft whisper when he said he loved me, he’d imprinted himself on my soul. I’d been cherished by a man that had once cherished nothing.
I didn’t feel alone anymore.
I’d found my home. My peace.
Calling out in the cold darkness, the lack of a reply crushes me. My world crumbles around me. My heart breaks, shredding into to a million pieces leaving me broken and scarred.
Why is this happening to me? Why again?
Once more I don’t know the outcome of those I love.
Once more…
I’m afraid.
Crashed Siren’s Call is the second book of the Crashed Series. It is best read after Casper’s Ghost. The Crown family continues within Careen and Whiskey’s Redemption. Both can be read as standalone stories, but suggested after Crashed, Casper’s Ghost and Siren’s Call.
Crashed (Vol 3)
Even the best racer can Careen off course…
Risen
Looking at the sleek motorcycle that pulled up beside my cruiser on the offramp, I expected a lifted ride and a punk. I never expected her.
Not the sensual princess of the Crown racing empire. The ever gorgeous China Doll Crown.
Arresting her was the last thing I’d hoped to do today. But it’s my job and duty to fulfill.
Fighting me every step of the way, Doll amps up my need to bend her over the hood of my car with cuffs…And not in a professional way.
Arresting her will be the biggest mistake of my career.
China
Stepping away from his car, the officer is every woman’s wet dream.
The mountainous thick chest that stretches for miles.
The colorful tattoos peeking out under the cuff of his shirt.
Then there’s those stark blue eyes framed by his sinful face…
Officer Risen Mason is heavenly.
Well, he was until he arrested me.
He’s the enemy as far as I’m concerned. I’m about to make his life a living hell.
Careen is the third installment in the Crashed Series. It can be read alone, but best read after Crashed, Casper’s Ghost and Siren’s Call.
Crashed (Vol 4)
One sip of Whiskey is never enough…
Jamieson Crown
I guarded my heart years ago.
I’m alone for a reason.
The rough facade is carefully in place to stop anyone from finding out that the arrogant, willful, crass, and dominant snowboard champion is a fake.
I don’t want them to see the truth. I’m broken.
Coming home to California to care for family, the last thing I expected was her. The dark haired, smart mouthed best friend of my brother’s girlfriend is a temptation I don’t need. With her fire, her sass, her sarcasm and wit, she’s perfection.
She keeps me guessing at every turn.
I no longer want to be alone. I won’t stop until I have her in my arms.
Carli Katana
I don’t do relationships. A quick one night stand here and there is just fine. Getting too close creates questions. Questions I don’t wish to answer. It’s safer that I’m alone.
No one wants in my family affairs. Even I don’t.
Then there he was.
Cocky.
Sinfully hot.
Dangerous to my libido…
Jamieson is everything I’d thought the perfect man should be. There’s no use in lying. Jamieson Crown is a delicacy.
I’m drawn to him when I should avoid him.
For his own good.
Will they be able to keep each other at an arms length, or fall into those arms they’re avoiding?

 

With an avaricious appetite for stories, Kerri Ann can be found quite often with her nose in a book or writing it. On many occasion it has been said that she’s in her own world, living in the stories of those she reads about, giving them a life they deserve.
She can easily be found under a tree in the shade, or reclining at Starbucks scribbling notes about new stories and new characters, all while keeping the coffee chain in business.
Whether late at night, at a music festival, or sitting on a ski lift, when the thoughts arise, Kerri Ann will add them to those in progress. So be wary, your antics could be in her next book.


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