Thursday, December 10, 2015

Promo Mine For Christmas by J.S. Scott + Giveaway

Kara Hudson has been married to her billionaire husband, Simon, for over two years, and she loves him even more desperately than she did when they first married. Unfortunately, there was a distance growing between the two of them, and the passion between them wasn’t flaring as red-hot as it used to burn. Was it possible that Simon wasn’t as crazy in love with her as he used to be, or did their problems go much deeper than that?
Simon Hudson loves his wife and his infant daughter so much it hurts. And he was getting tired of holding back his emotions from his worn-out, exhausted wife who had seen their baby girl through her first year and a half of life without complaint.

Will their differences and emotional distance tear the two of them apart? Or will a precious gift from Santa help them heal their misunderstandings and have the merriest Christmas they’ve ever had?

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Mine For Tonight BOOK ONE
Down on her luck, nursing student and full-time waitress Kara Foster gets a massive blow to her already desperate financial situation that will surely find her living on the streets. Needing nothing less than a miracle to save her, Kara gets rescue from an unknown, unlikely and overwhelming source. Billionaire Simon Hudson makes her an offer that is impossible to refuse, but terrifying to accept from a man that she's never met. Will the handsome, alpha billionaire really be a solution to her problems, or will he end up being a major complication and a danger to her emotional sanity?

Reclusive billionaire Simon Hudson would rather be behind a computer creating computer games than rubbing elbows with the elite and he knows exactly what he wants...until he meets Kara Foster. Something about Kara touches Simon in ways he's never experienced and definitely doesn't like. For over a year, Simon watches over Kara, but stubbornly refuses to admit his desire to possess her, not even to himself. But when she ends up in a situation that could very well be her destruction, Simon steps up to help her, not realizing that in saving Kara, he might very well be salvaging his own soul.

"Mine For Tonight" is book one of "The Billionaire's Obsession" . Books in this trilogy do not stand alone and need to be read in order.

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Excerpt /Pre-Release Blitz - Kingpin by Lili St. Germain

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‘Mariana,’ he’d whispered. He put his finger underneath my chin again and tilted it up, so I had no choice but to meet his cerulean gaze.
‘What?’ I asked.
‘If you change your mind—if you decide one day you need to leave—you tell me. And I’ll help you, okay? I’ll make sure they can’t find you. Dornan’s my friend—my best friend. But he’s also Emilio’s son, and there are things he cannot control.’
I burst into tears, covering my face with my hands. I’d been theirs for two years by then, two years where the only visitor I got was Dornan, and the only person I spoke to every day was myself, in the mirror, talking myself out of doing something crazy like killing myself. And I loved Dornan. But I hated my life.
‘You don’t understand,’ I said finally. ‘He loves me. He saved me.’
John looked at me sadly, the smile fading from his face.
‘You call this saved?’

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Mariana and Dornan Story continues in
Kingpin by Lili St Germain releasing December 14th!
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The second scorching novel in the USA Today bestselling Cartel trilogy from the smash-hit author Lili St Germain.
They say love conquers all.
It's a lie.
Five days a week, I dressed in smart business clothes. I painted my face, and went to work as an accountant. But nothing about my life was normal.
For eight years I had been the property of the Gypsy Brothers Motorcycle Club. I laundered their money so well they'd never let me leave. My only glimmer of light was the man I loved. The man who had saved me.
His love had been the only thing that kept the demons at bay. But he'd become so immersed in the cartel's brutal business that I hardly knew him anymore.
Dornan had been my salvation, but he was also my undoing.
Would he pull me down into the darkness until he destroyed me? Could I save him?
Did I even want to?
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About the Author:
Lili Saint Germain
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Lili writes dark romance, suspense and paranormal stories. Her serial novel, Seven Sons, was released in early 2014, with the following books in the series to be released in quick succession. Lili quit corporate life to focus on writing and so far is loving every minute of it. Her other loves in life include her gorgeous husband and beautiful daughter, good coffee, Tarantino movies and spending hours on Pinterest.

She loves to read almost as much as she loves to write.


Cover Reveal -You Are Mine by Megan Fields

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Title: You Are Mine

Author: Megan Fields

Genre: Erotic Romance / BDSM



I. Am. Yours. ~ Jack Cole When I first found out Ella was a Mistress, I was shocked to say the least. Submitting to a woman, any woman had never entered my thoughts, but Ella isn't just any woman. What would it be like, to submit your body and soul to another person? To give them your complete trust, knowing you have their trust in return. To allow them to become such a part of you, that you are unable to see where they start and you end. Join me for a night of exploration, passion and submission.

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Megan Fields Bio

Hmmmmm a bio... What to say? I live in the UK with my family, which comprises of 2 little monkeys (aka the kids) and the other half (aka the big kid). I've always read books and leaned towards the romance novels from my late teens, but it wasn't until I read books like The Crossfire Series and J Kenner's Stark Trilogy that I truly found the genre I liked ;-) Some of my fave authors are Sylvia Day, Jasinda Wilder, Kate Perry, Melissa Foster, K.F. Breene and Lucia Jordan to name but a few. There are definitely some upcoming authors that I have my eye on though, e.g. A.M. Willard, Louise Bay, AJ Summer, Victoria Ashley and A.M. Guilliams. I started writing my first book Lost & Found in September 2013, so it's been a year in the making, but I didn't seriously start dedicating time to it until the beginning of the year when I posted a thread on Good Reads asking for beta readers.

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Book Tour Lawless by T M Frazier + Giveaway

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Lawless is book three in the King Series 
and is Bear and Thia's raw, and gritty tale!


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Thia is prim and proper.
Bear is leather and lawless.
It will never work between them.
It's a lie they almost believe.

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“I’m going to remember this as the worst time in my entire life. The very worst.” She shook her 


“There is nothing I can do to change that.  Girls my age are playing sports, going to dances and 

parties, kissing boys.  And that’s never been me.  I’ve had a full time job at the grove and a part time 

job at the Stop-N-Shop. I’ve done nothing over the last few years except work my ass off and watch

my family fall apart. Just when I thought it couldn’t get any worse…now all this.”  She waived 

around to the house and to me and let out an awkward laugh. She took another hit off the bowl, 

passing it back to me.  Her coughing much less than it was on her first try.  

“Ti, how old are you?”  I asked, clearing my throat as I ventured into territory I knew I shouldn’t. 

 She was a pistol, even if she was a sad one, but there was a wave of innocence about her that had me 

both feeling bad for her and salivating for a taste of her.   

This is for her, not you. I told myself.  It was only a partial lie.  

“Seventeen,” She said, sniffling.  “Eighteen soon.”  

“You ever been kissed?” I asked, her eyes met mine. “And not a peck on the cheek or a brief smack 

of the lips, but a real fucking kiss? One that leaves you without air in you lungs and your thighs 

pressing together in search of more?”  I said, my voice coming out deep and strained.  My cock 

coming alive at the thought of tracing my tongue along her pump lips.  

“Why?” She whispered, and as soon as the words left her mouth I knew there would be no coming 

back from what I was about to do.  

I pushed off the fire pit and pulled her up off the chair, pressing her tits into my chest and my 

straining cock against her stomach.  I tipped her chin up and looked into her confused emerald 

greens. She followed my thumb with her eyes as I traced her bottom lip.  There were too many lines 

marring her face, questioning what it was I was up to.  I knew she would try to pull away at any 

second, try to stop me.  But it was too late for that.  

I was beyond stopping.  

Just one taste.

“Answer the question,” I pressed.  

“No,” she said with a slight shake of her head, and before she could try to argue, I leaned down and 

pressed my lips to hers. 

I was already going to hell.

Might as well enjoy the ride there.  

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The finale to Bear and Thia's epic love story.


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About the Author
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T.M. (Tracey Marie) Frazier resides in sunny Southwest Florida with her husband and three feisty fur kids.

She attended Florida Gulf Coast University where she specialized in public speaking. After years working in real estate and new home construction, she decided it was finally time to stop pushing her dreams to the back burner and pursue writing seriously.

In the third grade she wrote her very first story about a lost hamster. It earned rave reviews from both her teacher and her parents.

It only took her twenty years to start the next one.
It will not be about hamsters.

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Blog Tour / Review - Professional Distance by Silvia Violet

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Professional Distance
Thorne & Dash Book 1
Silvia Violet
Cover Design: LC Chase
Cover Photo: StockPhoto
Release Date: 11.28.15

Thornwell Shipton is wealthy, uptight, closeted, and an incurable workaholic. A tragic love affair left him terrified of relationships, so he tells himself sex is better scheduled and paid for.
Riley Dashwood is young, easy-going, and comfortable in his own skin. He’s a passionate baker and an aspiring chef, working as an escort to save up for culinary school. They’re clearly made for each other. When Thorne hires Dash, it’s lust at first sight. After a few scorching nights together, both men start to wonder if what’s between them is more than physical, but their age gap and resistance to romance make them afraid to change their professional relationship to a personal one. Dash pushes Thorne to admit he wants things he’s denied himself for years. Kinky things. Soft, caring things. Things that force him to open his heart, not just his body. To move forward, one or the other must take a risk and ask for what he really wants.
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  Thorne’s workweek was just as bad as he’d expected it to be. At least, the memories of Dash and the anticipation of what was to come once he was back in town on Friday made it bearable, more than bearable actually. He’d jacked off every single night in the hotel, thinking of Dash while he finger-fucked himself and pretended it was Dash’s cock inside him. That afternoon, he’d had a final tedious meeting with the client who claimed to want his advice but argued with him every fucking step of the way. A delay at the airport did nothing to ease Thorne’s annoyance. His neck and shoulders ached with tension by the time he landed in Atlanta. He couldn’t wait to see Dash. After coaxing, pushing, and manipulating clients all week, he wanted to let go and concentrate on nothing but pleasure. He was so eager to be held down, forced, and used that he had to move his jacket in front of him to hide his hard-on as he stood in the taxi line. He reached home with barely time to clean up and change before Dash arrived. When he emerged from the shower, he slipped on his plush terry robe, another one of the luxuries he afforded himself. The robe had cost more than some of his colleagues’ suits, but he had the money, and he loved the feel of the soft fabric against his skin. He figured there was no need to dress since he hoped to be naked within minutes of Dash arriving. This time he wasn’t going to let Dash distract him. He was going to get down to business right away. The buzzer alerted him to a visitor before he had a chance to pour himself a cocktail, but that was fine—even the best bourbon was no match for Dash. “Mr. Dash is here to see you, sir. Shall I send him up?” Michaels asked. “Yes, thank you.” “You’re welcome, sir.” Thorne frowned at the agitated state of his stomach. Butterflies. Fucking butterflies. He’d hired this man, and he was—oh fuck, why’d he have to think of that—twenty years younger. Dash knocked, the same two sharp taps as last week. Once Thorne let him in, Dash eyed him appreciatively. “Dressed for the occasion?” “And why shouldn’t I be?” Thorne asked as he pushed the door shut. “It’s a good look for you.” Dash’s gaze traveled down Thorne’s body. “You have beautiful feet.” “Is that a thing for you?” Thorne asked, wiggling his toes. Dash laughed. “So you can be playful after all.” Thorne snorted at his impertinence. “And my thing is whatever my client wants.” Thorne raised a brow, challenging him. “It’s not a particular fetish of mine—though I appreciate beauty in all forms and places—but I aim to serve my clients’ needs.” “Or to tell them what those needs are.” “Is that what you’d like me to do today?” Dash asked. He seemed to grow a few inches taller as he let the commanding persona settle over him. Thorne ignored him. Dash had his messenger bag with him again, but he was also carrying a white paper bag that smelled of cake—rich cake. “What’s that?” Thorne reached for the bag. Dash slapped his hand away. “It’s a surprise for later.” Thorne frowned. “Why do I feel like you wanted to tack ‘if you’re a good boy’ on to that sentence?” Dash laughed. “Maybe I did.” “I told you I—” “Don’t do submissive. And I told you I wasn’t so sure you didn’t.” Thorne hated how right Dash might be. “Look—” Dash held up a hand. “I have an idea for tonight. Would you like me to run with it and see where it takes us, or are you going to wrestle control?” Why the fuck did that sound so sexy—grappling with Dash, fighting for who would be on top. “Is both an option?” Dash grinned. “We’ll have to see.” “Worried about an old guy’s stamina?” “You don’t seem the least bit old to me.” Dash’s statement caught Thorne off guard, because it wasn’t made in the same playful tone. It sounded serious, heartfelt. Or maybe Thorne’s brain was too clouded by lust to tell. “I’d like to hear your idea.” Dash set the paper bag down on the coffee table and unzipped his satchel. He pulled out a plug—not the giant vibrating one that had caught Thorne’s attention the week before—a basic one that was large enough to make a man really feel it but not scare him. Thorne inclined his head toward the plug. “I like it so far.” “Then turn around.” Thorne almost protested. But he was the one who’d insisted they get right down to business. “Kneel on the couch and brace yourself on the back.”  

This is such a great story and extremely hot..

Thornwell Shipton (Thorn) is a workaholic, doesn't have time for complications of a relationships and he looks forward to his Friday nights. It is the one night a week he takes a few hours off work to enjoy the pleasure of his favorite rent boy. However when his usually Friday guy up and quits escorting he furious. When the escort services offers to send the new guy he reluctantly agrees. Riley Dashwood (Dash) He is young, very ambitious, upbeat, happy individual he has dreams, goals and is working to earn money for school.

There is an instant attraction, and when feelings start to develop things get complicated for the two. 

This is a really great story. If you like hot steamy, sexy, sweet m/m romance I highly recommend reading this.

Arc kindly provided in exchange for my honest review

Radical Reads Book Blog 

Silvia Violet writes erotic romance in a variety of genres including sci fi, paranormal, alternate history, and historical.
She can often be found haunting coffee shops looking for the darkest, strongest cup of coffee she can find. Once equipped with the needed fuel, she can happily sit for hours pounding away at her laptop. Silvia typically leaves home disguised as a suburban stay-at-home-mom, and other coffee shop patrons tend to ask her hilarious questions like "Do you write children's books?" She loves watching the looks on their faces when they learn what she's actually up to. When not writing, Silvia enjoys baking sinful chocolate treats, exploring new styles of cooking, and reading children's books to her wickedly smart offspring.


Excerpt Reveal First Touch by Laurelin Paige

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When Emily Wayborn goes home to visit her mom while on hiatus from her hit TV show, she receives a voicemail from her former best friend, Amber. Though the two were once notorious party girls, they haven't spoken in years. Although the message might sound benign to anyone else, Amber uses a safe word that Emily recognizes, a word they always used to get out of sticky situations during their wild days. And what's more chilling than the voicemail: it turns out that Amber has gone missing.
Determined to track down her friend, Emily follows a chain of clues that lead her to the enigmatic billionaire Reeve Sallis, a hotelier known for his shady dealings and play boy reputation. Now, in order to find Amber, Emily must seduce Reeve to learn his secrets and discover the whereabouts of her friend. But as she finds herself more entangled with him, she finds she's drawn to Reeve for more than just his connection to Amber, despite her growing fear that he may be the enemy. When she's forced to choose where her loyalty lies, how will she decide between saving Amber and saving her heart?
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The first time I shared a man with Amber had been on my seventeenth birthday.
She'd been hanging around the neighborhood for the better part of the six months before that, and we'd become friends. We had the same taste in food and music and movies and, unlike the other girls we knew, we both preferred a line of coke to a bowl of weed. “Champagne taste,” Amber would say. “That’s us.”
Though we were both the same age, our lives had been very different. I’d go to school during the day, trying to pretend that my grades were salvageable as she’d watched The Home Shopping Network and ate Cheetos on the neighbor's couch. Amber had dropped out of high school, and since she’d also runaway from home, no one was pushing her to go while graduation was the one thing my mother demanded of me.
I’d hated everything back then. School. My mother. My neighborhood. My body. Everything but Amber. She’d been fun. Sassy. Sexy. She was electric and electrifying and everything I wanted to be. And she cared for me. Maybe even loved me. If I had gone to a shrink they probably would have said that was why I latched onto her—that I thought of her as the mother mine had never been. I knew how screwed up everything seemed. But who could ever know why a person fell for another? I only knew that I had been dull and dim and that Amber made me less so.
She’d also had things I didn't. Things that money bought. The clothes she wore were designer, her nails were always done. She'd lowered her panties once to show me her Brazilian. Whenever I’d asked how she paid for things, she’d always answered simply, "My uncle." Even as we’d grown closer to each other that was all she’d tell me about the mysterious relative.
"For your birthday," she'd said two days before, "I've got a surprise. Plan to spend the weekend with me."
So that Friday, I slipped out of school early and met Amber at the bus station where she purchased two tickets to Santa Monica. Though I couldn't get her to give me even a hint as to where we were going or what we were doing, I spent the two-hour bus ride buzzing with excitement. Whatever Amber had in mind, I knew without a doubt that this trip would be the beginning of the next phase of my life. I was ready. I was so ready.
Outside the station in Santa Monica, Amber bummed a smoke off a street musician and I scanned the street, taking in the sights of a place I'd never been. A red convertible parked nearby caught my attention, more specifically, the man leaning against it. He was older, maybe as old as my mother, but attractive. Not because he was all that good looking, exactly—though his body was definitely fit and trim—but because of what he exuded. Confidence. Assurance. Money. He drew my attention, and in the way that a restless, sexually charged young girl often did, I found myself wondering about him. What it would be like to kiss a man like him. What it would feel like to be beneath him. I'd had plenty of sex before. With boys from school. I'd yet to meet one who knew what he was doing, and though I would never have admitted it out loud, I was dying for it, thoughts of it never far from my mind.
When Amber followed the line of my sight, she dropped her cigarette with a squeal and exclaimed, "There he is, Em! Come on." 
"There who is?" I asked as she tugged me toward the very man I'd been staring at. 
"My uncle!" After throwing her duffle bag into the back seat, she jumped into the man's arms, wrapping her legs around his waist. Then she proceeded to make out with him like I'd done on more than one occasion with the boys under the bleachers at school. Never out on a public street. Never with a man who had to shave everyday.
When they had finished their display and Amber was back on her feet again, she made introductions. "Rob this is Emily. Em, Rob."
He may have said something to me. I didn't really know because I'd been too busy staring at her, my jaw gaping.
"Oh, Emily, he's not really my uncle," she told me as she jumped into the passenger seat. "Get in."

She'd misread the cause of my surprise. I grinned—only one of the many times I'd grin that day—and climbed in the backseat. If Amber hadn't been the coolest person I'd ever met before that moment, she'd certainly proven herself now.

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