NEW RELEASE! —> Carnival of Fear Anthology

Title: Carnival of Fear Anthology
Series: Creepiest Show on Earth #1
Authors: A.J. Norris, Aaron White, Chris P. Clay, D.A. Roach, Dale W. Glaser, Erin Lee, Jacki Sonnenberg, Kristin Jacques, Luke Swanson, Nykki Mills, Robb T. White, Samie Sands, and Stacey Longo 
Genre: Horror
Release Date: April 10, 2018


Ladies and gentlemen! Boys and girls! 

Step right up to the darkest carnival you’ve ever seen.

Do you like puppets? Well, we have a marvelous one. This poor little thing was left all alone to die, only to wake up with a taste for revenge.

If smiling, red-nosed clowns bore you, you’ve come to the right place. Just follow the bloody path of mutilated clowns, and it will lead you to a room filled with gruesome revelations.

But that’s not all.

Ready for a mind-bending experience? Wonderful! Our contortionist won’t just showcase her extreme flexibility, she’ll also shock you with her insatiable appetite. Want to know her secret? 

She’s cursed—but shhhhhh, don’t tell.

So grab your friends and join us as we create the most bone-chilling atmosphere.

Because we’re coming to your town…

…and we’re bringing the Carnival of Fear.


Authors included:
A.J. Norris
Aaron White
Chris P. Clay
D.A. Roach
Dale W. Glaser
Erin Lee
Jackie Sonnenberg
Kristin Jacques
Luke Swanson
Nykki Mills
Robb T. White
Samie Sands
Stacey Longo



Kristin Jacques
Mother of two, caffeine addict, sleep deprived book eater.
Kristin Jacques writes primarily speculative fiction, dabbling with dark adventures, monsters, mayhem, and the occasional sarcastic zombie.
When not at her computer spinning tales she is generally herding cats or snuggling with her gremlins.



DA Roach
D.A. Roach is a YA/NA writer who enjoys the challenge of crafting stories in different genres. When she’s not writing, she enjoys going to rock concerts, hockey games, horror movies and gardening.



Samie Sands

Samie Sands is the author of the AM13 Outbreak series – Lockdown, Forgotten and Extinct. She’s also had a number of short stories published in very successful short story anthologies. To find out more about Samie and her work, check out her website at http://samiesands.com/



Erin Lee
ERIN LEE is a freelance writer and therapist living with her family in southern New Hampshire. She is the author of Crazy Like Me, a novel published in 2015 by Savant Books and Publications, LLC. She is also author of Wave to Papa, 2015, Nine Lives, 2016, and Alters, 2016 with Limitless Publishing. She authored Losing Faith with Black Rose Writing. Other titles include Host, Merge, Her Name Was Sam, Take Me As I Am, 99 Bottles, The Morning After and award-winning When I’m Dead. In her free time, she works on her upcoming releases, Just Things, a novel built on the life of Jimmie Putnam as seen here in her story, “Jimmie’s Freezers,” (The trouble with) Butterfly Kisses, From Russia, With Love, and Between the Cushions: A poetry collection.




Jackie Sonnenberg
Jackie Sonnenberg is an actor and writer living in Orlando, Florida, where she brings scares to life on a daily basis. She is an actor at a year-round zombie-themed attraction, also writing its backstory: www.zombieoutbreak.co/blog
She is working on more books and stories in the dark side, including her own twist on Nursery Rhymes.




Nykki Mills
Nykki was born and raised (mostly) in a cow town in Tulare county, CA. She moved with her mother to UT at 16. This is where she met her future husband and father to their three adorable children. They now live in the beautiful state of MT, exploring the wilderness one weekend at a time.
Growing up her nose was always in a book, having read nearly every VC. Andrews book by the age of twelve. It wasn’t until 2011 that she discovered her passion for writing. Her debut novel SACRIFICED is available now on Amazon! It is a YA paranormal with horror elements. She also writes fantasy, sometimes with a little sci-fi elements spun through.

 



Stacey Longo
Stacey Longo is an award-winning author and editor living in Hebron, Connecticut. Most recently, her YA mystery, My Sister the Zombie, was released in March 2018. She is also

the author of the Pushcart-nominated Ordinary Boy, a dark fiction novel, and Secret Things, a short story collection, among other titles. She is a former humor columnist for the Block Island Times, and writes a weekly humor blog at www.staceylongo.com.


Luke Swanson
Luke Swanson lives in Oklahoma City, soaking up as much story as he can. He attended Oklahoma Christian University, studying writing and history. His mystery novel, The Ten, is available from Limitless Publishing, and his short stories “The Six-Foot Ladder” and “Sacrifice” have been featured in previous “13” anthologies.




Robert White
Robert White writes under the name Robb T. White. He writes crime, noir, and hardboiled fiction. His latest works are a collection of short stories about “dangerous women” and a serial-killer novel: Perfect Killer (Crowood Press, 2018).



Chris P. Clay
As a boy, Chris P. Clay was timid, nervous and easily spooked. As an adult, he considers himself to be reserved and cautious. The easily spooked has morphed into a fascination with all things eerie and macabre. He is fascinated with the supernatural and exploring the scary side of childhood fairy tales, old toys, circuses and carnivals. Some of his favorite dark visionaries are Stephen King, Neil Gaiman, Guillermo del Toro and Tim Burton. When not writing, he reads, watches movies, walks or bikes, cooks and makes art.




AJ Norris
A.J. Norris is a romantic suspense and dark paranormal romance author. She enjoys being able to get inside someone else’s head, even a fictional one, and see what they see. Watching how her characters deal with difficult situations or squirm with the uncomfortable ones makes the hard work of writing all worth it.




Aaron White
Aaron White started drawing monsters when he was four years old, which proved to be a catalyst for his active imagination. Throughout grade and middle school he drew various ghoulish creatures while pouring through books by author such as John Bellairs, C. S. Lewis, and even Stephen King. Aaron went on to major in Illustration at Massachusetts College of Art, but still dabbled with creative writing here and there. Eventually he decided to focus his imagination
on writing, and has since completed several short stories in the horror and sci-fi genres. He’s also working on a full-length fantasy novel for young adults. Aaron currently resides in central Massachusetts.




Dale W. Glaser
DALE W. GLASER is a collector, re-teller and occasional inventor of fantasy tales. He requires air, food, water and stories in order to survive, not necessarily in that order. His lifelong love of written words has manifested as a devotion to the English language almost exclusively, which is probably just as well because if he were to master any of the dead tongues that conceal ancient mysteries and invoke malevolent forces, we’d all be in trouble. His short stories have been published in magazines such as Cheapjack Pulp, Occult Detective Quarterly, and Trysts of Fate, as well as anthologies such as Final Masquerade, Eldritch Embraces and Pirates Vs. Monsters. He currently lives in Virginia with his wife and three children. He can be found online at https://dalewglaser.wordpress.com.


 




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NEW RELEASE!! ~ The Life She Wished For by ChaShiree M.

Title: The Life She Wished For
Series: Birds of Paradise #2
Author: ChaShiree M.
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: April 10, 2018


What happens when the life you live is nothing like what you wished for?
Phoenix has lived a very sad and tumultuous life thanks her evil diabolical father. She and her brothers and sisters have suffered due to their parentage and none of them escaped unscarred. All she has ever wanted was someone to love protect and nurture her and for this, she will give him herself. Upon meeting Mikhail one night she thinks she has found him only for him to disappear.
When he returns, she is so anxious to find her version of happily ever after that she doesn’t look closer then her eye can see until it is too late.
Mikhail had a rough start to life but was given a chance to start over and become a product of a different environment. Choosing to work hard to rise to the top as a way of honoring the parents that gave him this extraordinary new life, before theirs was so viciously snuffed out, he has given up on finding love. 
Until the day she walked into the bar and took his life by storm. 
Though he knows she is his future and will stop at nothing to have her, he must first walk away to straighten out his life before he brings his future into it. When he goes to claim what is rightfully his, unforeseen forces threaten to tear them apart.
Can these two-scarred souls find their way through the chaos to lasting love? Or will evil win and tear them apart forever?











ChaShiree M. is 34 years old. She loves to write as much as she loves to help mold and mentor the new generation. You can find her at home in Chicago chilling with her friends and family or trying to find the next book event to go to and fangirl. 

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NEW RELEASE ~ Woodcastle by Kell Inkston

Title: Woodcastle
Series: Courts Divided Book One
Author: Kell Inkston
Genre: Fantasy Thriller
Release Date: April 8, 2018
Cover Designer: Damonza Book Design
A visitor from beyond the realms,
A threat from beneath the earth,
A secret that will shake the nations.
Pulled from the front lines of the war, Meeo Letlind isn’t expecting a difficult mission, though it must be for a good reason that she was the one called in.
Assigned alongside the legendary overlord slayer and a half-dragon that’s all bite and no bark, the group sets off for the hidden kingdom of the fairy peoples.
The team’s mission? To investigate a gruesome string of unexplained murders.
The suspects? Humans, as always.
Meeo and her party must prove their innocence and shine light on the true culprits before they’re taken by spear and bow to the executioner’s square.
What Meeo uncovers, and the fatal implications of her discovery, is something not even she is prepared for.
In an instant they’re on the run from the very people they swore to protect— fighting for survival as their phantasmal enemies and fae hunters close in, all for the sake of a once-in-a-millennia spiritual event that’s set the golden woods rife with anticipation.

But Meeo, the poor dear, is not that worried. After all, she has help from someone her fellow knights would never believe.

Law draws his towering mace out and enters a guarding stance. Love laxly pulls from her shoulder the mighty Worldloss and caresses the string with a sleepy, smiling expression. Order just stands there, holding her grip securely on Monument’s handle as she prepares for what could be a lightning-speed draw.
“What is it?!” Lain says again, quickly getting behind an equally afraid Matimay. Aoline gets to Order’s side and grasps the hilt of her sword the same way Order is with her own. Dresmond reaches into his cloak, turning into himself with a brutal style; the clear mark of a man who’s seen enough fights for a lifetime regardless of age.
Lain quivers behind the others, all listening to the singing, getting closer and closer. By this point, everyone can hear the source of the music bending around the group of trees separating them. It’s a banjo accompanied by a singer, and it’s not half-bad.

“To be frank we actually don’t know that much about this creature. Ywn mentioned briefly that it observes happenstances in other dimensions, like a sort of spy or basement-dwelling loser, but that all seems so far-fetched… if Ywn says it though, it must be true. Current intel suggests it loves writing, reading, bird-watching and ‘getting emails from readers’; whatever the hell that is. It claims to be an analyst from S.E.E.R., but we don’t yet know what that acronym stands for. All we can go off of is what it publishes in different dimensions, so if you’re reading this, understand that Kell has likely integrated into your reality and is actively vying for control over your media networks.
Caution advised: intel suggests a non-physical cognitive structure and a riftwalk class of at least four, if not five. 
Our datamancers have ascertained its communication hub: kellinkston.com, which is worth visiting for the sake of gaining additional intel.” – Scribe Tain, O.E.L.
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COVER REVEAL!! —> Blaze by L. Wilder

Title: Blaze
Series: Satan’s Fury MC Memphis Chapter #1
Author: L. Wilder
Genre: MC Romance
Release Date: April 24, 2018
Cover Model: Christian Jonsson (McRillen)
Photographer: JKFPhoto

 

In Memphis, Tennessee, Satan’s Fury MC had become the most notorious MC in the city. That recognition hadn’t come easy. While people were visiting Graceland and walking down on Beale Street, my brothers and I were at war, fighting rival MCs and gangs who were trying to take control of our territory. 

 

We had staked our claim, but when a new threat arrived, everything we had worked for would be put in jeopardy.
Kenadee Brooks was a nurse, trying to save lives and make a difference in the world. The moment I saw her, it wasn’t just her beauty that caught my eye. It was the light that burned deep inside of her that drew me in. I longed for it, and with each moment I spent with her, the more determined I became to make her mine.
But when she was pulled into my world, saw the life that I lived, would that light still burn bright or would it disappear forever?

 

Leslie Wilder grew up in a small town in West Tennessee. A country girl at heart, she’s always thought that life is too short, but she had no idea how short it really was until her brother passed away in 2014. She’s always been an avid reader, loving the escape only a great book can give, and wondered if she had what it took to write one of the wild romances she’d come to adore. With the support of her family and friends, she published Inferno: A Devil Chaser’s MC, one year after her brother’s death. With him in mind, she fulfilled her lifetime dream of writing. Since then, she’s completed the Devil Chaser’s Series and continued on with the Satan’s Fury MC Series. She has so many stories in her head, and can’t wait to share each and every one.

Leslie has been blown away by the support of her readers, appreciating every message, review, and encouraging word she’s received over the past year. She looks forward to continuing this journey with them for years to come.

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COVER REVEAL ~ Ain’t Doin’ It by Lani Lynn Vale

Title: Ain’t Doin’ It
Series: The Simple Man Series
Author: Lani Lynn Vale
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release Date: July 6, 2018
Cover Designer: Cover Me Darling
Photographer: FuriousFotog
Model: Ian Daviau
Coke Solomon has lived a full life.

He’s a retired army drill sergeant, so he is more than used to getting his way.

And if he can’t have it his way? Well, let’s just say that’s never happened before…

At least not until Cora Maldonado walks into his life, demanding he fall in line, or she’ll find a way to make his life hell.

He finds out fast that Cora marches to the beat of her own drum, and a lot of times that drum takes her farther away rather than closer to where he feels she needs to be.

He can’t stand it.

He wants her, and he has to have her.

It doesn’t matter that she’s twenty years younger than him, and has a father that would rather see him dead than have his baby girl anywhere near him. Nor does it matter that his ex-wife is highly offended that she’s been replaced with a much younger woman.

Despite the odds stacking against them, he’ll fight for what he wants.

His ex-wife, her father, and their age difference be damned.


I’m a married mother of three. My kids are all under 5, so I can assure you that they are a handful. I’ve been with my paramedic husband now for ten years, and we’ve produced three offspring that are nothing like us. I live in the greatest state in the world, Texas.

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COVER REVEAL! ~ Keeping 6 by Freya Barker (EXCERPT inside!!)

Title: Keeping 6
Series: La Plata County FBI Rock Point Series #1
Author: Freya Barker
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release Date: May 2, 2018
Cover Design: Rebel, Edit & Design

 

Bookstore owner Kerry Emerson finally seems to be back in control of her life. Her failure of a marriage firmly in her rearview mirror and her recent business expansion a success, she is in charge of her own future. One that is looking better than ever. 

 

The sight of the tall man, with the familiar salt and pepper goatee pushing open the door of her store, sets her hair on end. He doesn’t exactly bring good memories.
FBI Special Agent in Charge, Damian Gomez, is just looking for a decent cup of coffee when he walks into the small store offering books and brew. The pretty, feisty woman behind the counter is an unexpected surprise. Not at all unpleasant, especially since her finger that used to hold a wedding ring is now bare.
Her wild hair, boho style and silvery grey eyes suddenly hold a lot of promise. But when his office is pulled into an international investigation into the trafficking of rare books and manuscripts, the straight-laced SAC realizes he has to keep his distance from the woman who might well be involved.
Easier said than done, since fate seems determined to throw them together.

 

Damian

“You?”

My head whips around at the sound of a woman’s voice.

It’s been a long-ass morning already with meetings I would’ve loved to have avoided. Since being put in charge of the Durango field office, it seems I spend more time in meetings than working in the field. I swear each week there are new task forces put together, and I can barely keep up. I stepped out of the office for a much-needed break to find that the coffee shop around the corner had a sign plastered on the door stating they were closed due to a family emergency. Desperate for my caffeine fix, I kept walking and bumped into Kerry’s Korner: Books & Brew. Something about the name is familiar. I push the door, which opens with the ring of a bell, when I hear her voice. 

She’s pretty. The woman behind the counter looks like a seventies flower child, with wild, dirty blonde hair, some kind of flowy top leaving her collarbones and a goodly amount of cleavage exposed, and a pixie face. Something about her is familiar, and it appears she knows me, too. Fuck if I can’t place her. 

“Got me at a disadvantage, sweets,” I tell her with a shrug.

“You’re FBI,” she says, propping her hands on her nicely rounded hips. “I remember you.”

I look at her a little closer. Not a hardship, there’s a lot to check out. Those pale gray eyes trigger a memory. “You’re Kimeo’s girl,” I say, remembering the case a few years ago when I first saw her for the briefest of moments. A case long since put to rest, but not before this woman was snatched and roughed up before we got to her. We’d been called in by Gus Flemming, a friend of mine who owns an investigation and security company in Cedar Tree. Kimeo, the wife of one of Gus’s guys, found herself in the middle of shady land deals and this woman, her best friend, had been kidnapped to ensure her silence. I may not have remembered her name until I saw her standing behind the counter of Kerry’s Korner, but I sure as hell remember her. I also remember the wedding ring on her finger, which is why I didn’t bother looking twice at the time. 

The hands resting on her hips no longer sport that wedding ring, just a large knuckle ring on the middle finger of her left hand as a sort of fuck you to the world. I bet she flips that bird easily, judging by the attitude she throws off. I like it.

“Kerry,” she says, almost as a challenge. 

“Right. You look better now,” I tell her, making her snort loudly.

“No shit. I’d just been used as a punching bag when you found me and shoved me into the back of a van without a word.” Yup, most definitely a challenge. She doesn’t like me much, I deduct from the slightly distasteful look on her face.

“Was a little preoccupied with my investigation. Sorry if I didn’t take the time to make nice.” Fuck me, I sound like a dick. Something about her attitude grates on me, especially when she rolls her eyes dramatically before placing her hands on the counter in front of her and leaning over. 

“Damian. Right?” She doesn’t wait for my confirmation before she continues, “Well, Damian, what brings you to my bookstore?”

“Coffee. Straight up,” I tell her without blinking. She turns her back without a word and starts fiddling with the expensive-looking machine on the sideboard, and I take the opportunity to check out her backside. “Double shot?” she asks over her shoulder, catching me ogling. 

“Good guess.” I smile at her, which only earns me another eye roll. Attitude in spades, this one. As much as it irritates me, it somehow turns me on, too. 

She’s late thirties, maybe forty, if I had to venture a guess from the lines around her eyes. She obviously laughs a lot—something I wouldn’t mind hearing. I have a feeling with that slightly raspy voice of hers, her laugh will sound even sexier. She’s not wearing a stitch of makeup from what I can tell and seems totally at ease in her skin. Not usually the kind of woman I find myself drawn to, but this one has an appeal all her own. Most women I end up with are well put together: stacked, sweet, and sultry. Just the way I like them. This one, though? This one is like the fucking girl next door. Fresh-faced, with a hippy vibe, barely enough tit to fill my hands, but an ass that should be framed, it’s that lush. Always considered myself a boob man, until I just got an eyeful of her backside. 

While she doctors the elaborate coffee machine, I take the time to check out her shop. An older building, it has an old-fashioned facade with shallow bay windows, displaying an assortment of books, framing the door. Old wood floors that have been left bare to the wear and tear of foot traffic, resulting in a well-worn look more suited to an old saloon. Rows of rugged bookcases, jutting out from the back wall, with chalkboard display signs indicating the different genres. The counter is on one side in front of the window and on the opposite side, in front of the second bay window, is a small seating arrangement with an old, brown leather couch and two club chairs around a small, round coffee table. On the counter is a large, round, glass cake stand with pastries. 

“Here you go. Anything else with that? A pastry to sweeten you up a bit or perhaps a book on appropriate social behavior? I have both.” I can’t stop the smirk tugging at my mouth. This one’s a handful, for sure. Too much of one. I pull out my wallet and slap a couple of dollar bills on the counter. 
“Nah,” I drawl. “Not the kind of sweet I’m looking for, and as for the book, I’ll just wait until you get done with it. You’re probably due for a reread.” I snag my coffee off the counter, and with a wink, I saunter out the door, leaving her standing with her mouth hanging open and fire shooting from those pretty gray eyes.

Freya Barker loves writing about ordinary people with extraordinary stories.

Driven to make her books about ‘real’ people; with characters who are perhaps less than perfect, but just as deserving of romance, thrills and chills, and some hot, sizzling sex in their lives.

A recipient of the RomCon “Reader’s Choice” Award for best first book, “Slim To None”, and Finalist for the Kindle Book Award with “From Dust”, Freya has not slowed down.


She continues to add to her rapidly growing collection of published novels as she spins story after story with an endless supply of bruised and dented characters, vying for attention!

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RELEASE DAY!! —> Taming the Alien Warriors by Rie Warren

Title: Taming the Alien Warriors
Series: Intergalactic Lurve Book 3
Author: Rie Warren
Genre: Sci-Fi Alien Warriors M/M/F Romance
Release Date: April 9, 2018 
If two cocks are better than one, then M/M/F-alien-human-ménage must be a triple-treat.
Dex and Jedrek are famed Zenithian warriors of the Valkrane class. Close friends and comrades for decades, the two males tough it out on the training grounds, share living quarters, and even take the same females to bed. But now, newfound lust for Dex has consumed Jedrek for months, and he’s about to make the male his latest conquest. 
Enter Laurel. Sweet, human, female, but far from oblivious. For years, the massive pair of warriors have maintained careful distance while making sure no others take advantage of her maiden charms. And Laurel’s about fed up with them cock-blocking her. 

When new danger descends on Zenithia, Jedrek, Dex, and Laurel are thrown into close quarters, which only ignites their three-way lust to boiling point. Just as ultimate intergalactic love seems within their reach, the plot against humans on Zenithia reaches its deadliest endgame.
The doors slid closed behind Jedrek, and he immediately unbuckled his chestplate. With a twist of his brawny bronzed shoulders he shrugged free, leaving his torso bare.
I inhaled shakily, exhaled slowly. “I thought you liked females.”
“I do.” With a prowling gait, he advanced. “But I like you best.”
His pronouncement made my cock leap to attention.
I stepped back. “In that case I guess I should admit I have been hearing a rumor.”
He lifted one eyebrow, continuing to stalk toward me. “Indeed?”
“That you’re going to fuck my ass.”
He leaped at me, driving me against one of the softly glowing walls. “I can’t wait to get my cock,” his hands reached for my thighs beneath the kilt then roamed higher, “in this tight . . . hot . . . ass.”
The moment his broad palms cupped my bare ass, his mouth lowered over mine.
No chance to retreat, no place to retreat to, and no thoughts of running, I groaned harshly.
Jedrek’s kiss was fiery and fierce. His tongue plunged straight into my mouth, and I retaliated. Grabbing hold of his short hair with my fingers, I twisted his head, darting my tongue around his.
The feel of a man’s firm lips so different. Hot as hell. Rough, not gentle at all.
Breaths gusted from our nostrils, and the warm wetness of his mouth alone took my straining cock to the very edge of release already.
Grunting, Jedrek broke away only to lash his tongue along my neck to my shoulder, swirling over the ropey tendons with slow wet swipes.
And then his hand was on my cock.
My head coiled back. “Fuck. Jedrek.”
Sensation exploded beneath the rough feel of his palm stroking the full length all the way to the ripe head, which he ran his hand around and around.
I shuddered, almost collapsing. No other man had ever fisted me before and the rawness of it set my pelvis pumping in rhythm with his sliding hand.
“Can’t believe I’m finally touching you,” he muttered against the side of my neck, rubbing his cheek against my beard.
“More,” I begged.
“You need more?” He nipped my chin then pulled back, taking his hand from my iron-hard flesh.
I’d never known Jedrek to tease, to be so sexual. My body vibrated as hot jolts of need pounded through me.
“Well, I need you naked,” he said.
He whipped off my kilt then rid himself of the rest of his garb while I shucked out of the chestplate. Hard naked bodies crashing back together, our tongues twined and our mouths twisted.
All his bare flesh pressed against me, and his large cock rubbed right alongside mine, another entirely foreign sensation.
My dick pulsed, and I slipped my hips up and down, rocking the whole solid length against the barrel of cockmeat rising rigid from his groin.
I palmed his buttocks, yanking him as close as possible, invading his mouth with my tongue to taste him more fully.
Jedrek drew his mouth away, eyes hooked low to watch our two dicks slipping together.
The sight of both big cocks was insanely hot, sandwiched between two armor-hard abdomens.
“I can’t wait.” Falling to his knees, he dragged his lips all the way down my torso and over the ridges of my stomach.
“What are you . . .”
He peered up at me with half-mast eyes, his tongue rolling out to dab the bead of liquid welling from the bulbous tip of my staff. “I want you to feed me your cock.”
His words were so hot I could’ve shot off right then and there. But it was the feel of his long wet tongue caressing the dome of my dick that pulled a terse grunt from my throat.
Dipping lower, Jedrek licked all over my heavy balls.
My palms flew to the wall, slapping against the smooth surface as riotous heat shot from my groin outward.
He slurped loudly, wetting my entire sac. “Mmm. Yeah. This is what I needed, Dex.”
Breath rushed out of my heaving chest. “Fuck. Why did you wait so long to do this?”
“Didn’t want to scare you off.” He kissed the base of my cock before pulling slightly back. “Now I want you to fuck my face.”

Rie is the badass, sassafras author of Sugar Daddy and the Don’t Tell series–a breakthrough trilogy that crosses traditional publishing boundaries beginning with In His Command. Her latest endeavors include the Carolina Bad Boys, a fun, hot, and southern-sexy series. 
A Yankee transplant who has traveled the world, Rie started out a writer—causing her college professor to blush over her erotic poetry without one ounce of shame. Not much has changed. She swapped pen for paintbrushes and followed her other love during her twenties. From art school to marriage to children and many a wild and wonderful journey in between, Rie has come home to her calling. Her work has been called edgy, daring, and some of the sexiest smut around. 
You can connect with Rie via the social media hangouts listed on her website. She is represented by Saritza Hernandez, Corvisiero Literary Agency

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NEW RELEASE!! —> One Taste of Sin by Amanda Siegrist <— EXCERPT & GIVEAWAY

Title: One Taste of Sin
Series: One Taste Series
Author: Amanda Siegrist
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release Date: April 6, 2018
It all started with a dance. Then it turned into a sexy, dirty night of fun.

Everything, from the moment he met her, scared the shit out of him. He left after one night. Now, thrust back in her life, Stitch can’t help but pull her into his arms knowing it can never last. He’s a good guy, most days. He has a record. She works for the police department. Definitely doesn’t mix well with his tough and tattooed image.

Life is complicated, especially at work. Stitch walking back into her life adds another level of difficulty she didn’t expect, but Susan wants Stitch as badly as he wants her. She knows she’s setting herself up for heartbreak. Focusing on work helps to keep her mind off the one man who can turn her upside down with one heated look. The latest string of murders needs her complete attention. She has no evidence, no leads, and no idea how close the killer is to making her his next victim.

♡ Warning: This novel contains a sexy tattoo artist. Get ready for lots of heat and a dose of angst, because Stitch is about to make your heart swoon. Happy reading! ♡

“You didn’t have to do that. With Sauer. He was fine. He didn’t hurt my feelings or anything.”

Turning toward her, he cupped her chin lightly. “Nobody will treat you that way. Not when you’re with me.” His grip tightened, not to hurt, but to show his possession. “Nobody.”

“With you? What does that mean?”

His hand fell away. He started the car, the beautiful purr of the engine brought his anger level down a notch. “Means what it means. You’re mine, sweetheart. Commitment and all that shit.”

A laugh echoed between them. “Wow. You have such a way with words. What makes you think I still want you?”

His lips turned into a wily grin. “Oh, you know you want me, sweetheart. Don’t deny it. I could take you right here and now and we both know you’d love every minute of it.”

“You’re too cocky for your own good.” A cheeky grin of her own appeared. “Maybe I want you to take me right here and now.”

Damn, this was why he wanted her. She was his perfect match, giving as good as she got.

Would she still want him after he told her everything? Because if he wanted to try to make a relationship work with her, she needed to know it all.

His past and everything.

He revved the engine and backed out of the driveway before he changed his mind and took her in the front seat of his car.

“Suzey baby, I’m gonna love you so hard when we get home. You just wait.”

He would. After he told her the truth.

(Copyright © Amanda Siegrist 2018)

I love anything that has to do with romance. As long as there’s a happy ending, I’m a happy camper. I love baseball (Go Twins!) and creating awesome crafts. I graduated with a Bachelor’s Degree in Criminal Justice, working in that field for several years before I became a stay-at-home mom. When I’m not hanging out with my wonderful family, I’m writing a sweet contemporary romance or a romantic suspense that keeps you guessing until the end. I have a few more amazing stories in the works. If you would like to connect with me or see important news, head to my website at http://www.amandasiegrist.com. Or you can also check out my Facebook Page or follow me on Twitter (@amanda_siegrist).

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RELEASE DAY! ~ The Reaper by Michelle Brown

Title: The Reaper
Series: Book Two of the La Asesina Bonita Duet
Author: Michelle Brown
Genre: Romantic Suspense/Mafia
Release Date: April 5, 2018
Cover Designer: Raven Designs
Anthony’s hands are drenched in blood as The Reaper, he’s become accustomed to it.
He wanted Rosalina’s empire. 
He would have stopped at nothing to take it . 
But instead, she stole his heart.
What happens when The Reaper is told to “handle” the Pretty Killer?
This is book two of the La Asesina Bonita Duet 

Warning: this book will contain triggers and is intended for a mature audience 18+

 

This was violent, bloody, romantic and EXCELLENT!!!!Lorrie, Goodreads Reviewer

I loved seeing such a merciless couple in such a delicious way. I absolutely could not put it down.Renee, Goodreads Review


What a deeply darkly decadent blood thirsty duo!Gaynor Jones, Goodreads Review

Michelle Brown has always been an avid reader and music lover. She lives in a small town located in North Carolina. She spends her off time reading for her blog A Woman & Her Books, when she isn’t with her husband and son. She is a debut author, but is a personal assistant to some of the top dark romance authors in the genre. ‘’Pretty Killer, La Asesina Bonita’ is her debut novella.

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RELEASE TOUR!! ~ Thrilling Ethan by Anna Paige (EXCERPT inside!!!)

Title: Thrilling Ethan
Series: A Thrill of the Chase Novel
Author: Anna Paige
Genre: Contemporary (Rocker) Romance
Release Date: April 6, 2018
Cover Design: JM Walker with Just Write Creations
Leading a double life isn’t easy. 
Leading a double life when you’re famous is nearly impossible. 
Luckily, I’m always up for a challenge. 
For years, I’d balanced both worlds. 
More than that, I was killing it. 
A successful music career,
Drummer for the most popular rock band in the world,
And I’d amassed a huge following as a painter—
Even if no one knew it was me.
I had it all.
Or I thought I did. 
Then I went toe-to-toe with my alter-ego’s biggest fan,
Who tried to throw me out of my own art show.
And made me realize exactly what I’d been missing.
The thrill of sharing my secret bonded us,
But that wasn’t why she consumed me.
I never bought into the idea of love as the ultimate muse.
Emily Westin was about to make me a believer.
Ethan

 

I could tell the second I laid eyes on her that she was going to give me shit. The way she looked me over with thinly veiled disgust and squared her delicate shoulders. How she marched my way with purpose and efficiency across the floor of the art gallery. It was enough to make my dick stir despite having just come in from the frigid New York weather—not an easy feat when the temps had plummeted and my manhood had climbed nearly to my throat to avoid the cold. She narrowed her eyes at me, and my cock twitched again. 
Nice to see you’re out of hiding there, sport, but you’re barking up the wrong tree with this one. 

 

She looked entirely too hostile for the filthy things my poor, misguided penis had me thinking.

“Excuse me, but the gallery is closed for a private event.” She was gorgeous in her simple black gown and blazing red heels. She wore a thin gold chain at her neck with a small diamond pendant and matching earrings. Her shiny blonde hair was pulled up in a severe twist, her makeup understated and alluring. Her stunning green eyes were the only sparkle she needed, and they were serving her well. 
I liked her understated style. 

 

She had a hint of a southern drawl, and I liked that, too. 

 

“I’m aware,” I told her, nodding over her shoulder. “I was told I could stop by before the event to have a look around.”

 

She scoffed, folding her arms across her chest and once again looked over my worn jeans, dark shades, and hoodie—the last of which was pulled up to cover my head and part of my face. “I wasn’t aware that the Unabomber was on the guest list.” Her nose wrinkled in the most adorable way, and I nearly laughed. 
Seriously, I was popping the biggest ‘hot for teacher’ boner just watching her disapproving frown. She reminded me of the TA I’d had a crush on back in high school—only ten times sexier. “I’m assuming you’re referring to the poker player who used hoodies to obscure his face rather than the actual terrorist.” She had such an expressive face; no way would she ever be able to play poker. 
“I’m undecided,” she offered in a clipped tone as she glanced around, presumably looking for backup. “And you need to leave. Guests will be arriving soon; ones who are fully aware and respectful of the dress code for events such as this.” Her eyes narrowed, and she surprised me by stepping closer, entering my space. “I’ll not have you disturbing anyone or disrespecting the work being showcased here tonight. Now, I’ll ask you one last time to please leave.”

 

“Emily? Is there a problem here?” An older gentleman approached from the back room, his brow furrowed as he took in my attire and returned his attention to her. 
So, her name is Emily. Hmm, I like it. Suits her.
She quirked her mouth and watched me as he approached, answering without looking away. “This…” Her lip curled in distaste, and I had the insane urge to bite it. “Party crasher won’t leave. He says he was told to ‘stop by’ before the show tonight to look around.” God love her, she even used air quotes, and her southern accent was ramping up as she got progressively more irritated. 

 

When the older man didn’t respond, she looked from me to him. “Arthur, did you hear me?”

 

I’d kept my eyes predominantly on her, but realizing his silence, I flicked my gaze to him and found him staring wide-eyed in my direction. “Are you…?”
I nodded quickly and returned my attention to the trim, golden-haired spitfire who was still in my personal space. So close, in fact, that I could smell her perfume, which was amazing: crisp and light, with a fruity note that made me want to lick her. 
She glanced up at me and stepped back as if she was just realizing how close we were standing. Satisfied that she was at a safe distance, she looked back to the older man expectantly. “Well? Anyone want to clue me in? Preferably while we’re all still reasonably young. I have to get things ready in case the artist shows.”
“I thought the artist was a recluse, secretive to the point that no one had actually met the man,” I interjected, suppressing a smile. 
She gave me an annoyed look. “It’s rumored that he sometimes attends his showings as a guest, just to see how his work is being received. On the off chance that the rumor is true, I want everything perfect in advance of his arrival.” The way she spoke made it clear she was a fan of the artist, so much so that her fluid green eyes actually danced despite her annoyance at my intrusion. She managed to fangirl without gushing, which was something I wasn’t used to seeing. In my line of work, gushing, crying, and even being hit with a hail of still-warm panties was the norm from fans.
Maybe if I took off my glasses she’d gush a little. 

 

Would she even recognize me? I wasn’t as front-and-center as the rest of the band, being that I was always behind my drum kit, but I still had a pretty massive following. Thus, the need for anonymity when I was out and about. 

 

“Emily, maybe you should run along and finish up. I’ll take care of Mr.—um, this gentleman.” The man looked at me with a shrug, not sure what to say to her but having clearly decided she needed not be privy to my identity. 

 

I disagreed. 
I bent forward and gave her a disarming smile. “The artist thinks you’ve done an amazing job already. Don’t touch a thing. It’s all perfect.”
“And how could you possibly know that?” she snipped. 
I straightened up and tilted my head down, letting the corner of my mouth quirk up in an ironic smile as I peered at her over the top of my glasses. 

 

She just stared at me for a minute, her initial frown morphing before my eyes. She went from annoyed to confused to excited to mortified in the span of a few seconds before making a long gasping sound low in her throat. “Oh, shit.” Her face went white, and one hand came up to clutch her chest over her heart like it was hammering behind her ribs.
Maybe I shouldn’t have said anything. It was a spur of the moment decision. The owner and curator had both signed NDAs, but she hadn’t. I wanted to be worried about it, but standing there, watching her slowly turn green, I just couldn’t muster enough self-awareness to care. All I could focus on was her and how she staggered back, apologizing profusely before running off in the direction of the ladies’ room. 
The curator—I believe she called him Arthur—looked at me sheepishly. “Obviously, that wasn’t the welcome I’d envisioned for someone of your reputation and talent. I can only assume it fell short of your expectations, as well.”

 

If he’d seen some of the greetings I’d gotten over the years from the droves of Thrill of the Chase followers, he wouldn’t have bothered asking such a stupid question. “I’ve had better,” I deadpanned.
Anna Paige is the author of the Broken series, the Thrill of the Chase series, and Off Script, a sexy standalone romance.

 


She lives in a rural town in North Carolina where the only activity is the rhythmic color change of the solitary stoplight and a very real threat of being carried away by mosquitoes. The only alternative to terminal boredom is writing, making life interesting if only on the page. 

Anna is happily married, with one amazing son and a pair of hilarious pets. When she’s not writing, she’s trying to make a dent in her TBR pile. Given that she’s constantly adding new titles to the list, the chances of her ever finishing are slim.

And she’s completely fine with that.

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