**NEW RELEASE**
The Black River Pack Series Box Set by Rochelle Paige
March 30th
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Meet the Tate brothers... and the mates fate has in store for them.
Monday, March 30, 2015
Sunday, March 29, 2015
*Breaking Through The Wall (Guarded Hearts Book 2) by Alexis Noelle
Breaking Through The Wall (Guarded Hearts Book 2)
~*~*~*~ Blurb ~*~*~*~
Jason Smith hates the whole idea of relationships and commitment. He
gets what he needs from women, but that's where it ends. At least that's the way it's
supposed to be.
After a traumatic event, Jason becomes involved with the one girl who could possibly
force him to change his ways. Will he be able to commit to her, or will he drive her away
before he ever has the chance to claim her?
Madison and Carter have finally found happiness, until their lives are suddenly turned
upside down by someone who refuses to go away. Justice doesn't always prevail,
sometimes the bad guys win.
Can their relationship survive the tragedy and pain?
What do you do when your whole world is turned upside down?
When everything comes crumbling down around you, will you have the will to fight and
break down the wall?
*Heels of Love by Phoenix Rayne
Heels of Love
by Phoenix Rayne
Genre: African American, Women's Fiction
When Cricket Hooper moves to Seattle she only has a couple of goals—find a job and an apartment near her friend Chelle, and basically to live a quiet, normal life. However, it isn't long before life becomes far from normal.
When a mysterious man helps get her car out of the mud after she makes a wrong turn, she finds herself in his thrall. He wines and dines her, quite literally, and before Cricket can stop it, things are steamy and serious…very serious.
Cricket is thrown aback when Jyme turns out to be more than a simple fisherman, but then she isn't telling all of her story either.
Phoenix Rayne was born in Federal Way Washington in a small community. Currently she resides in Nashville Tennessee where she is a student as well as a full time author... Phoenix is a published author that has several novels under her belt that she has penned with G-Street Chronicles. When not writing you can find her in a shoe store shopping or catching a good movie.
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*Taking the Fall by W. Ferraro
WARNING: Recommended for adult readers (18+) only. Mature themes, strong language, and sexual content.
*Personal Fouls by Davee Jones
Personal Fouls Blog Tour
Title: Personal Fouls
Author: Davee Jones
Genre: Adult Contemporary Romance
Release Day: 3/08/15
Blog Tour: March 29th-April 4th
Synopsis
From the first time Marty and Lola meet, make love, and find their relationship destroyed by secrets of her past, you will know where he stands. How will Marty get over losing the love of his life, knowing he will see her until he dies? Was helping Sharlyn live the decision putting him over the edge?
Eugene portrays the image of uncaring, social misfit detached from the frivolous antics of society. What no one knows is how deep the longing of human companionship dwells within his soul. When Prisha is ripped from his life, without explanation or good-bye, he fails to recover from her deep brown eyes and irresistible challenge. Will he ever find the courage to connect again?
Rudy fell from football superstar to forgotten paraplegic. Mourning the loss of his career is secondary to losing the ability to make love, father children, or play in the LockHim Room. Wanting his personal life back so badly, he’s willing to explore options putting him back in love’s game. But, is Lola the one he really wants? How will he know the difference between love and lust?
Excerpts/Teasers
Excerpt
“You’re the sexiest thing
I’ve ever seen in my life. When I see you, I live in the moment. I don’t care
about the future, what could or couldn’t happen. I’m more present with you,
more engaged, than I’ve ever been before. I couldn’t control my body if I
wanted to. Like some dark corridor, I want to know where you lead.” I rushed
her, wrapping one arm around her waist and the other gently gripping her neck.
I tilted her head, positioning just where I wanted to kiss first. “I want the
full Lola experience.”
“You’ll be sorry you want me
so badly. You’ll hate me in the end.” Her chest heaved, her breath came in deep
bursts. Lola’s neck and chest flushed with red splotches.
I had to take her, bite her
neck like the hungry man I was. “Give me the chance to make up my own damn
mind.” I leaned down, nibbling her collar bone.
Lola moaned, I didn’t give a
fuck what her mouth said, her body told the truth. “Marty…holy shit.” She
grabbed my belt loops, crushing me into her hips.
Game fucking on.
Putting off the important
first kiss, I wanted the peak of our energy one hundred percent, the moment our
lips touched had to be perfect. I dragged the tip of my tongue, following the
carotid artery up her neck. The arched vein pulsed, engorged, just like my
cock. The oxygen rushed to our brains, fully awakening our deepest desires. The
runner’s high wrapped around us both, shooting us into the most exciting
atmosphere I’d ever known. “You’re amazing, the most delectable thing I’ve ever
touched with my tongue.”
“What the fuck have you done
to me?” Lola almost cried, her eyes glazed with unfallen tears.
“Nothing you didn’t want.” I
spent no time coddling her, she wanted a man taking charge. “I know you, all
about you.” I picked her up by her ass, pushing her into the wall behind us. I
ground my erection into the seam of her jeans. “My dick is just the beginning,
every inch of my body is hard, and it’s all for you.”
“What’s gotten into you, my
meek man friend?”
“I’m insane, reached the
breaking point, I’m sick with you, fever and all.”
“Aren’t you a little cheesy?”
Lola gripped the hair on both sides of my head. “Fever, really?”
I grabbed her hands, pressing
them into the wall behind her. “Fuck cheesy, I’m gonna show you just how much
of a cave man I can be.”
I leaned in slowly, licking
her from the outside corner of her luscious lips all the way to her ear lobe.
“I’m gonna take what I want.” I sucked her ear lobe into my mouth, swirling my
tongue around the soft skin.
“God, now, I’m hot…you’re
making me sick too.” Just in time, beads of sweat formed in her well-defined
cleavage, proving her words.
I leaned down, grazing my
lips down her chest, barely breathing, puffing ever so slightly against her
heated skin. I took the top button between my teeth, biting until it loosened.
I spit it across the floor. “Hope this isn’t your favorite shirt.”
“Would you give a damn?”
“Hell no.” I bit each button
free, exposing her beautiful belly. I kissed, sucking my way down to her belly
button. Releasing her arms, I absorbed the view of Lola in her bra and faded
blue jeans. She looked better than any model I’d ever seen, more naturally
beautiful. She needed to be mine. “Incredible…I imagined you so many times,
just like this.”
Lola moved to free the clasp
of her bra. “That’s my job.” I grabbed her wrists again. “Turn around.” I spun
Lola, her nose almost pressed into wall. “You’re against the wall, just like a
bad girl should be.”
“Am I bad, Marty? How bad
have I been?”
I smacked her full ass with
the full force of my open palm. “Reprehensible, you’ve crossed so many lines.”
She pushed her ass back,
leaning into the wall, both her hands flush with the wood. “Punish me, Marty.
Make me a good girl again.”
How long would I hold out
before I shot my orgasm into my jeans? My desire was out of control, I’d never
been this far. Lola tested my limits in the most horrible kind of way. I
reached around to the snap of her jeans. I worked it free, then brought the
zipper down, my hands shaking from yearning. She made me wait so long. I pushed
the jeans down, revealing soft pink panties perfectly resting on the cusp of
her curves. “You’ll never be a good girl again, I’ll make sure of it.” I had to
slap the bare skin of her erotic, welcoming ass, posed perfectly, and willing
to accept my reprimand. Lola barely winced, moaning ever so slightly with each
connection. Red as a rose, I stopped my assault on her derriere, ready for a
taste of her womanhood. I kissed the soreness gently, lightly rubbing,
diminishing the sting.
I wanted to kiss her now,
after all these months of waiting, watching, wondering. A kiss told everything
words could never say. Lola rekindled my particular prince that existed deep
within every man. Oh the wonder of finding the one who could release the
chivalry, I could be so fortunate. I turned her to face me again, standing
delicately in her bra and panties, hot with longing, her heart beating rapidly.
I claimed her lips with a hesitation, working from light vigorous kisses across
the fullness of her mouth. My hands found strands of her hair, I held on for
dear life, I couldn’t fall, although my knees weakened with bliss. I moved
against her, pressing my mouth against Lola’s, ready for my tongue, seeking,
devouring. I lost control, not knowing where my lips ended and hers began, not
caring. I’d never known anything more delicious.
Scooping her up, I needed to
feel her beneath me. Skin to skin, friction generated more heat, more
connection. “You’re more amazing than I could have ever thought.”
“I wanted this too, for so
long, never forget how much I wanted you.”
“Lola, baby, I’ll never
forget, I’d never want to forget.” I worked the clasp free of her bra, her
breasts firm, nipples so hard. I claimed one with my mouth, the other with
nimble fingers, sliding. I licked my free fingers, rubbing her nipples with the
moisture. She arched into my mouth, I found the sweet spot, and I kept going. I
licked my fingers again, this time sliding down into those silky panties. I
hesitated when I felt the tufts of her hair. “How am I doing so far?”
“It’s perfect, dear Lord,
it’s so perfect. Just keep going!”
I wanted to tease her,
chastise her for making me wait so long, I wanted her to beg me. “Keep going?”
“Yes, please, please, will
you. I can’t wait much longer.”
I tipped her onto the bed,
grabbing those panties, pulling them off. Lola lay there, arching, aching, with
flushed skin and her eyes flashing with craving. “You will cum at least once
before me.” I pressed her thighs apart, leaning into her heat. I touched the
light patch of hair, hiding the prize beneath. Parting her feminine lips with
my fingers, I saw the center of her need. The small spot guaranteed to shock
her system into utter submission. I had her, right there, still amazed, I
wondered again if this was a dream. I licked her tummy, kissing down to her
core. I licked the swollen soft folds, drawing her hips further into my face. I
licked one, licked twice, lapping upwards, soft and pliable, working her clit
carefully.
“Now, now! Take me now!” Lola
arched her hips so forcefully she popped my nose with her pelvis. A broken nose
wouldn’t stop me from finishing.
Driven by my pain, longing,
primal need, I freed my jeans and boxers only to my knees. Lola drew her knees
apart, shoved a pillow under her hips, giving me the perfect angle. I couldn’t
be slow anymore, I needed to move rapidly, drive into her hot, wet, center.
Going in was like warm, moist velvet against my cock. Home never felt so good.
I connected completely into Lola, felt every stroke, felt her flex those hidden
muscles against my erection. Every squeeze shooting pure bolts of pleasure from
my tip of my cock to my toes. My toes pressed against the footboard, gaining
more leverage to get deeper. Slow down,
slow down, you’re gonna cum too fast.
I slowed momentarily, Lola licked her lips and sent me over the edge.
She wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me further into her. I stroked
several more times, feeling the edge come closer and closer, like heading over
a thundering waterfall. A roaring entered my ears and all I heard was my body
bumping against her. Lola’s cries of passion spurred me on, encouraging me to
the finish. I lost all track of space and time, I was in her clock, the second
hand spinning rapidly. Sweat poured off my chest sliding into our union. I
couldn’t last anymore. “Oh my, oh my sweet Lola, I’m fucking you, I can’t
stop!” I came in several bursts of mind-blowing booms, knocking me out of
reality.
I’d never connected with
anyone so completely, felt so in awe of a coupling. She scared the shit out of
me, I knew I’d never be the same after that day. How could I possibly? Lola
claimed every ounce of my body’s devotion, unleashing the part of me I would
never contain again.
Teaser
·
Short of silently
counting every hair on her head, I continued to stare in awe we’d finally had
our moment. I didn’t understand why such splendor would be relegated to a
solitary moment of ardent weakness.
·
“Absolutely,
without a shadow of doubt. I don’t need the pain, I keep wondering how I ass
raped the universe bad enough to get this as a punishment.” I know my words were
cruel, I didn’t know how else to make her leave my room, make her leave my
life. I loved her so much I hated her, or maybe I hated her so much I loved
her. It didn’t fucking matter.
·
I wept,
remembering the citrus scent of her hair against my cheek. I sobbed for the
woman who pretended she needed me to check her oil. I cried for the times we
played marathon Yahtzee, eating leftover turkey sandwiches after Thanksgiving.
I moaned for the woman who brought me Nyquil at bedtime when I couldn’t sleep-
when I declared I wasn’t sick- she knew better.
I bawled like a baby when I recalled her naked skin spooned against me
as the rain fell against the roof, or the wind howled against the windows, or
the stars twinkled silently up above. Lola was never a fair weather friend to
me, she was my best friend, my lover, the one I’d hoped to spend forever
with.
·
The germs on
human skin unnerve me. Rarely does the unexplained occur rationally with me. I
don’t always get the punch line, I’m horribly literal, I see no point in
flowers at a funeral, and I don’t feel magic from the simple touch of someone’s
hands. Even so, I definitely felt a spark from hers.
Books from the Series
Split the Uprights (Book One)
A Game of Inches (Book Two)
Meet Davee
The Fantasy Leagues will return in late June 2015, in time for baseball, hot dogs, Adelaide's apple pie, and all your favorite characters. Will Finn and Danika take the next step? Will Eugene and Lesley ever have a real date? Will Rudy return to the LockHim Room? Will Sharlyn thrive? Will Lola find true love? Will Marty move on? Will the authorities ever find Martin's ultimate victims? Will Laverne ever get all those puzzles finished?
So many questions, so many more answers. Until then, what would you hope to see?
I love new fans! finlessbook@gmail.com
Big hugs and lots of scores!
- Davee
Other Titles by Davee
Finless
On Ellicott Street
The Skin Stalker
Lovedust and Trailblazers
Ruby’s First Dance
Eve’s First Noel
Sexy Bea Spelling
Let’s Get Interactive
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Davee Jones –What is the first book that you published? My first book published was, ironically, not the first book I wrote. On Ellicott Street – a feisty, loving, cougar romance novella- holds the honor of being my first published book. Finless, released second, was the result of years of blood, sweat, and tears. It’s a dark dance balancing between love, desire, and anger. I have 11 total releases so far between my adult moniker and my YA moniker, Allee Mae.My ideal reader allows me to take them to the edge of sanity, push limits, and support a sometimes simple protagonist just trying to get by in life. I have the same type characters in my explicit writing as well as my sweet or YA books-they just don’t use the “F” word or engage in overt sexuality. It doesn’t always take erotic descriptors of body parts/functions to get a point across. But, I will bring out the sexy when a mature story requires it. (wink)
I have adult content available as: Davee Jones began a career in the counseling field with her M.Ed. She then diversified and began work for the federal government.
Author Bio: For my sweet side as Allee Mae- with my 13 y/o daughter, we combine to create fictional worlds with something for everyone. Whether exploring urban legends, the eerie paranormal, first loves, sweet romance, scary dreams, we take you away from the everyday. Sweet Cravings Allee Mae alleemaeauthor@aol.com @alleemaeauthor
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*Underground Serial by Cassandra Carr
Underground Serial
by Cassandra Carr
Genre: Black Ops/Military, Action, Suspense
Off the Grid, Underground 1- The seemingly impossible has happened. The unthinkable. Those I trusted most have betrayed me. I’m a hockey player, and gave control of my finances to my parents so I could concentrate on my game. Big mistake. They stole from me, bankrupted me, in fact. And then someone come looking for money I don’t have and I made a terrible mistake; one that will haunt me forever.
But now someone has found me and offered a new start. I would no longer be a hockey player, I wouldn’t even be an actual person, totally off the grid. I’d be a shadow, fighting crime for an organization that’s underground, literally. Do I want that life?
If I go back, what kind of life would I have? Probably one in prison orange. The choice to join Underground is painful, but necessary. As my hockey coach always said, though, pain is weakness leaving the body. I will not be powerless ever again.
Creating Slapshot:
I’ve left my old life behind and officially joined Underground. It appears no one knows where I am or even if I’m still alive. I don’t know how I feel about that. My friends thinking I’m dead leaves a hole in my heart, but I’ll drive myself crazy if I obsess about it. So rather than allowing myself to wallow in self-pity or anger about what’s happened, I’m throwing all my energy into training. You would think that whole “elite athlete” thing would make everything easier, but all these new techniques I need to master—hand-to-hand combat, weapons training, surveillance procedures—are kicking my ass.
For my whole life, I’ve only had one identity. Ethan, hockey player. Now that sense of self is gone forever, slowly being replaced by my new identity, Slapshot. Surreal doesn’t even begin to describe this transformation. But the more I find out about the world around me, the problems I ignored for the most part as I played a game for an obscene amount of money, the more I want to make a difference. This is not a game. It’s real life, and I have the chance to be a hero. It’s going to take everything I have—or have left, to do it.
Blurb for Underground Serial- Follow this 10-part serial throughout 2015 featuring Ethan, aka Slapshot, a hockey player whose life is ruined, forcing him to disappear forever. Ethan joins Underground, a black ops organization and is trained as a deadly operative. There, he meets Ciana, a woman with a dark past of her own. As Ethan and his Underground colleagues embark on dangerous missions worldwide, he finds a new purpose in life. But will his former problems come back to haunt him?
Bio:
Cassandra Carr is a multi-award winning romance writer. When not writing she enjoys watching hockey and hanging out online. Cassandra's books have won numerous "Best Book Of" awards and her novella Unexpected Top was nominated in the E-book Erotic Romance category of RT's Reviewers' Choice Awards.
Saturday, March 28, 2015
Jaded by Desire by Desiree A. Cox
Jaded by Desire
by Desiree A. Cox
Series: Lust, Desire and Love Trilogy, Book 2
Genre: Erotic Romance
Release Date: March 28, 2015
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Nikki's life was changing. She was in love, she was getting married, and she was going to have the baby that she never expected she'd have.
Everything was perfect.
Or was it?
Everyone has secrets, those hidden parts of our past we don't ever want to be discovered.
Nikki and Jeff's love will be tested. Is their love strong enough to survive the secrets that come out?
For 18+ readers due to sex, sexual situations and language.
This book is not a stand-alone, it is book 2 in a trilogy.
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