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Tuesday, May 10, 2016
Release Blitz ~ First Night by Chloe Cox
Release Blitz `Shared For Love by Nancy Corrigan
Their bond is heaven on earth...but it could tear their pack apart.
Ethan Jager is forced to hide behind a false identity as his pack mates suffer under Michael Tanner's rule. It's not his choice; he was born broken, without the primitive urge to breed driving him to pick a mate.
While his wolf sleeps, his heart has chosen for him: Noah, widower and fellow pack dominant.
Everything changes the day Hannah Kagan smiles at him. Lust awakens his wolf--a first. Hannah is beautiful, loyal, kind, everything an alpha male should want. And mating her will allow him to reclaim his pack. It will also leave his soul with a giant hole when he's forced to rip Noah out of his life.
Hard choices are required of alpha males, but choosing which lover to let go is one Ethan refuses to make. The alternative will not only change the pack, but transform their world...if he can keep his mates alive long enough to claim them both.
Warning: Contains an alpha male whose wolf doesn't like to share his toys, a dominant female who's nobody's plaything, and a beta male who doesn't roll over for anyone. Also: speed dating, werewolf style. Band-Aids required
“Are you done imagining what I would look like naked, or do you want me to stand here longer?” His rough voice zinged through her, setting her on edge. Not in a bad way. Awareness settled low. She ignored the instant arousal and yanked her gaze to his face. Green eyes framed by dark lashes snared her attention.
She inhaled sharply. Never before had she seen a shifter with green eyes. The rare gene offered power, just as the combination of her black hair and blue eyes gifted her with strength.
She let her gaze map his face as she had his body. Dark blond hair set off the deep emerald color of his eyes and framed a harsh face, but his shaggy locks softened his features. She doubted he’d styled it on purpose for the effect. The uneven ends gave the impression he’d hacked it off with scissors and didn’t give a shit if it looked nice or not.
The shadow of his beard added to the image of indifference. The uneven growth covered his cheeks, chin, and neck. Her fingertips itched to touch his jaw and see if the stubble had reached the point of softness or if it would tickle her skin and make her squirm. She curled her fingers and fought to contain her runaway thoughts. They weren’t appropriate, especially after being in Ethan’s arms. She swore she could still smell him on her skin.
The Tanner wolf chuckled, breaking the trance he’d cast over her. She tore her attention from the cleft in his chin to his eyes.
“Hello, little Hannah Kagan. What brings you to this shithole town?”
She took a step forward, anger replacing the lust. “Don’t ever call me little.”
The growl to her voice shocked her. It took the Tanner wolf by surprise too. His smirk faded instantly, and his cocky stance eased. He tilted his head and studied her as if seeing her for the first time. Something flashed in his green eyes. Respect, maybe? She didn’t know. Didn’t care. She took another step.
“And why I’m here is none of your fucking business.”
Release Blitz ~ Gone From Me (Hearts of the South) Linda Winfree @lwinfreewrites
Their life was
a fairy tale—until it all came tumbling down.
Hearts of the
South, Book 10
Georgia Bureau
of Investigation agent Amy Bennett isn’t sure when her own Prince Charming went
AWOL from their marriage, but she’s certain of one thing. She wants him back.
She and Rob had it all: law-enforcement careers they loved and each other. Yet
somehow he’s wound up sleeping on the couch and emotionally beyond her reach.
Rob is trying
to put the pieces back together, but battling his own demons while starting
over in a small-town sheriff’s department is pushing him—and his marriage—to
the breaking point.
His very first
missing person’s case threatens to end anything but happily ever after for the
families involved. Then a young man goes missing too, and the pressure has Rob
reaching for the nearest lifeline. The one that’s dangling by the barest of
threads—his wife.
And though
Amy’s grip is strong, her love may not be enough to keep Rob from slipping
away.
Product
Warnings
Contains a
husband who’s holding too much in, and a wife who’ll do anything to get him to
let go, even meet him halfway on their last piece of common ground—in bed.
Also: cop bonding between cops who talk like cops.
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Tall grass, dried from the blazing summer days, crunched
under their duty shoes. Heat hung over the dirt road, and not even the pools of
shade cast by tall water oaks offered relief. The red clay, already rutted and
dusty after the recent rains, baked under the early-afternoon sun, and a black
snake sunned himself beside the ditch.
Zeke’s forlorn truck sat next to the turnoff to the
sprawling fields. On one side of the dirt track, green corn stalks, tassels
golden and silky, reached toward the blue cloudless sky. On the other, neat
rows of peppers and squash, heavy with ripe produce, ran up to the far woods.
Cicadas buzzed in a quivering rise and fall of distant sound. The police radio
beeped and squawked, a garbled transmission between Chris and dispatch, a
license-plate check. Around the abandoned Ford, a bubble of silence pulsed. The
window was down, a cell phone and wallet on the dash. The keys, on a John Deere
fob, dangled from the ignition. Empty fertilizer jugs littered the bed. A tidy
stack of bushel baskets waited next to the vehicle.
Around the truck, the grass was beaten down, trodden low by
farm vehicles, tractors and booted feet. Rob leaned down to better see inside
the truck, but didn’t touch anything. “When was the last time you heard from
him?”
“Yesterday at lunch.” Worry roughened Dale Jenkins’s voice.
“His mama tried to call him last night and there was no answer, but that’s not
real unusual. She called Britt this morning when he still didn’t answer, and he
never came home last night.”
“Why didn’t Brittany call us?” Rob straightened and pulled
out his notebook to begin jotting.
“She said it’s not unusual for him not to come home some
nights.”
Really. That was new. Rob scratched down a note, but kept
his face impassive. “Have you talked to any of his friends today? Other
relatives he’s in contact with?”
“His grandma hasn’t heard from him. My wife’s been calling
his friends, and none of them have seen or heard from him.”
Rob cast a look at the cell phone on the dash. “Did you
touch anything in the truck?”
“No. When I got here and saw his stuff like that, I walked
the field and through the woods down to the stream, just seeing if I could find
him.” Dale wiped a hand across his tense jaw. “I been friends with Tick Calvert
a long time, and my wife likes that Dateline
show. I knew better than to touch anything when I didn’t find him.”
“Okay.” Rob stared at the truck, then down the turnoff and
into the woods. Turning, he nodded at Troy Lee. “Will you get Parker out here
with the dog? And bring me the evidence kit from the trunk.”
With his phone, he snapped a series of photos of the scene
and the truck’s interior.
“Chris is on his way.” Troy Lee stopped beside him and set
down the multiple-compartment box that housed the evidence kit. Rob removed two
pair of latex gloves and snapped them on, one pair over the other. Rather than
open the door, he reached through the open window and retrieved the cell phone.
The home screen glowed to life to reveal myriad missed calls from his parents
and Mike Smithwick, plus various texts from Brittany and a couple of friends. Rob
swiped his thumb across the screen and the keyboard popped up for a passcode
entry.
He glanced sideways at Jenkins. “Do you know his passcode?”
“Four-one-two-zero.” Jenkins cleared his throat. “It’s part
of Emma’s birthday.”
Rob navigated to check for the last outgoing texts and
calls, both of which dated to late the previous morning. A phone call to his
mother around eleven, then a text to Brittany at twelve.
Rob placed the phone in an evidence bag, labeled and sealed
it. He squinted across the field, quiet and deserted under the midday sun. “Mr.
Jenkins, other than the situation with Brittany this week, has Zeke had other difficulties
you know of? Has he been in any trouble or talked to you about any problems
he’s had lately?”
“No.” Jenkins pushed up the bill of his battered cap with
one finger and scrubbed a hand over his forehead. “He’s always been a real good
boy. We weren’t happy about Britt being pregnant with them so young and not
married and all, but since they got married, he works hard to take care of her
and Emma.”
The grass surrounding the produce field showed no evidence
of recent foot traffic. Maybe he’d never even made it into the field. “You said
you talked to his friends. Is it possible he’s with one of them?”
“No.” Jenkins shook his head. “He might ignore Britt and he
might ignore me, but that boy would never ignore his mama.”
Linda Winfree Bio:
How does an English teacher end up plotting
murders? She uses her experiences as a cop’s wife to become a writer of
romantic suspense! Linda Winfree lives in a quintessential small Georgia town
with her husband and grand-dog Poe. By day, she teaches English/Language Arts
and is an all-round education nerd; by night she pens sultry books full of
murder and mayhem.
To learn more about Linda and her books, visit www.lindawinfreewrites.com, follow her on Twitter @lwinfreewrites, or connect with her on Facebook at http://facebook.com/lindawinfreewrites. You can also contact Linda via email at lindawinfreewrites@gmail.com.
To learn more about Linda and her books, visit www.lindawinfreewrites.com, follow her on Twitter @lwinfreewrites, or connect with her on Facebook at http://facebook.com/lindawinfreewrites. You can also contact Linda via email at lindawinfreewrites@gmail.com.
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Release Blitz ~ Teach Me Dirty by Jade West @jadewestauthor
Teach Me Dirty
Author: Jade West
Genre: Erotic Romance
They tell me it’s unhealthy, just a stupid crush. They tell me it’s infatuation, and will never come to anything. Never mean anything.
Because what would I know, right?
I haven’t even finished school. I’m just a silly little girl.
And no little girl should want the things I want from him.
No little girl should have the thoughts I have…
But they’re wrong.
I really do love Mr Roberts.
I love Mr Roberts because he’s the most amazing man, the most amazing artist, the most amazing teacher that could ever have existed.
And what if… just what if Mr Roberts wants me, too?
What if Mr Roberts really does want to Teach Me Dirty?
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Jade West is a contemporary erotic author, real life submissive, and former sex chat-line operator, who is plenty used to getting people all steamed up with her dirty mouth. Her debut release, Dirty Bad Wrong, smashed into the Amazon top 100 in February 2015, followed by Dirty Bad Savage in June - an Amazon top 100 bestseller in 4 countries. Dirty Bad Strangers topped the erotica chart, reaching an impressive 13 overall in the US Kindle Store, and the latest tale of debauchery, Dirty Bad Secrets - returning to the heart of Club Explicit has just been unleashed on the public.
Release Blitz: The Debt by Tyler King
Synopsis:
Hadley saved my life . . . and I ruined hers
Hadley's my best friend. We share a house, our friends, a life. She knows all my secrets . . . except one. My desperate need for her is inked on my body, it's the best I can do. But Hadley needs to hear the words . . .
Growing up as foster kids, Hadley made me feel whole-sane. And what did I do? I destroyed our chance to be together. I ran out on Hadley when I should have stayed, and something broke between us. Now I'll do anything to fix it.
I'll never leave her again. I won't ever let her feel afraid again. But the more I try to protect her from my pain, the more I just make things worse. I'm terrified that if I tell her everything, she'll never forgive me. I'm even more terrified that it may be too late to make her mine. I have to try to give her what she needs . . . it's a debt I'm determined to repay.
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Tyler King was born and raised in Orlando, Florida and graduated from the University of Central Florida with a degree in Creative Writing. As a journalist, her work has appeared in Orlando magazine and Orlando Business Journal, among other publications. She is a proud army spouse currently living in Virginia with her husband.
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BOOK TOUR ~ Black by Aria Cole @AuthorAriaCole + Giveaway $25 Amazon Gift Card
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Blurb
A beast, alone with the horrors of his past, the scar on his face a constant reminder of the man he’s become.
A beauty, on the run with her life in a tailspin, finds herself on his doorstep seeking protection.
Deeply misunderstood and dedicated to his life of brooding solitude, Maxwell Black is hesitant to let Elle McKellan into his home where his hideous secrets hide. But he’s unable to resist the allure of this desperate stranger.
Soon the magnetism between them is undeniable, the temptation unbearable. Elle, reluctant to risk losing her heart to this dark and broken man, struggles against the sexual tension, only to surrender to the combustible heat between them.
When Elle’s life catches up to her and threatens to tear them apart, Maxwell will protect the precious love he’s found by any brutal means necessary.
Black is a sexy, modern spin on the Beauty and the Beast fairy tale and is intended for mature audiences.
Excerpt
BLACK Copyright 2016 by Aria Cole
“You're only twenty-one?” I ran a palm through my hair, thinking how I’d already had my dick between her legs, tasted her on my tongue. Jesus, she’s just out of high school. “How can you be so calm? Jesus, I nearly fucked you on my desk. Why didn’t you tell me you were only twenty-one?”
“It won’t make it any less true the more times you say it.” Her eyes flashed. “And we're not that far apart.” She shrugged, then popped a bite into her mouth.
“Not that far? Ten years seems pretty far to me,” I bit, never feeling so goddamn old as I did sitting next to her in all her pretty, youthful glory. Jesus, she was beautiful. Why was she even here with me? The angry bastard with the nasty scar? I didn’t deserve her.
“Hey, chill out.” She plucked a bite from the plate and held it out for me. I snagged it between my teeth and chewed, never breaking eye contact. Her eyes glistened with amusement as she watched me, her full lips tipped in a Cheshire grin.
“Fine. But maybe don’t tell anyone your age for now,” I ground through my teeth before tightening my palm at her thigh again.
A soft chuckle fell from her lips. “Who would I tell? You’re my only friend.” Her palm covered mine as she threaded her fingers through mine. “What’s with the hands on me all the time thing, anyway?” Elle uttered just as she took another sip of her beer bottle. A girl who drank beer, the walking embodiment of a man’s dream come true. She was so cool, calm, and collected, I could certainly take a play or two from her book.
“Let’s them know you’re mine,” I ground, still uncomfortable with the fact that she was so much younger than me.
“Yours?” She almost spit out her beer with her chuckle. “That’s a little soon, don’t you think?”
“Not when you know,” I answered simply. The silence fell and I knew her mind was probably on fire with thoughts again. “Listen, I don’t want anyone else thinking they have a chance with you. This shows them not to fuck with my property.” I squeezed at her thigh, thinking I’d explained myself sufficiently enough.
“Your property?” Elle hummed as she pushed her half-eaten plate of food away before downing the rest of her bottle. “Your property?”
Oh shit.
“Elle!” I hollered, my thick thighs pushing the table across noisy tile when I stood hastily. “Elle!” I took long strides out the door, feeling at my neck the burn of judgment from everyone in that small place. Fuck this. This was why I didn’t go out in public.
“Goddamn it, slow down!” I boomed down the sidewalk where I saw her clutching her purse and leveling me with a glare. Jesus Christ, this woman was going to be the death of me. “Don’t run from me like that again, hear me?” I cupped her elbow and pressed her body against the cool brick of the building. “You are mine.” I ran my nose up the curve of her neck and nipped at her soft earlobe. “Even if you don’t know it yet, I can feel it,” I grit and thrust my hands into her mass of wild waves, pulling her head to mine and fucking her with my tongue. She returned the gesture, but with more ferocity than she’d ever shown before. I yanked at both of her thighs and pulled her limbs around my waist, angling her against the wall, my cock nestled right between her legs, right where he liked being.
“I’m not yours,” she uttered in protest as she nibbled at my bottom lip.
“The fuck you aren’t.” I gripped at one thigh, my other hand trailing between us to find the slick skin under her skirt and beneath her panties. “And this.” I pulled my thumb through the silky hot flame of her pussy and brought it up to my mouth, letting her arousal glisten across my full lips. “Proves you’re a liar.” I sucked her sweet honeysuckle musk off my thumb, then pulled her lips to mine again, crushing her with bruising force as I tasted her, desperate for more. Always desperate for more when it came to sweet Elle.
About the Author
Aria Cole is a thirty-something housewife who once felt bad for reading dirty books late at night, until she decided to write her own. Possessive alpha men and the sassy heroines who love them are common, along with a healthy dose of irresistible insta-love and happily ever afters so sweet your teeth may ache.
Aria's new release BLACK is the first in her modern fairy tale series. For a safe, off-the-charts HOT, and always HEA story that doesn't take a lifetime to read, get lost in an Aria Cole book!
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Surprise Cover Reveal ~ Insta-Hate by C.L. Bond
Title: Insta-Hate
Author: C.L. Bond
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Cover Designer: Regina Wamba at Mae I Design and Photography
Models: Nathan Weller and Layla Hill
Photographer: Dark Feather Photog
Interior Design: Allyson Gottlieb, Athena Book Designs
Editor: Stacy Sanford, The Girl with the Red Pen
Expected Release Date: May 17th, 2016
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Blurb:
When Alexandria Ray’s romance series becomes an overnight sensation, the world and its demands close in on her. After years of struggling to maintain the pace her publisher, agent and the world expects, she needs a break. Enrolling as a student at Columbia University is step one to finding herself again. Finding Arsen Daniel was not on her list.
Arsen Daniel, along with his best friend, built an empire in the form of an exclusive, psychology-based dating service. When an old friend invites him to teach a course at Columbia, he accepts. The course? The Psychology of Love. Sounds simple enough and the publicity alone will make it worth his time.
Arsen didn’t expect to meet his match in the form of a sarcastic blonde, hell bent on holding to her belief that true love doesn’t actually exist. After all, what woman, especially a world-renowned romance writer, doesn’t believe in happily ever after?
Something in Alexandria’s eyes tortures him. She reminds him of someone from his past and that is a very bad thing.
Award-winning author Casey L. Bond resides in Milton, West Virginia with her husband and their two beautiful daughters. When she’s not busy being a domestic goddess and chasing her baby girls, she loves to write young adult and new adult fiction.
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“I can’t hit on my professor! Wait – do I call him my professor? Is that what he is?” And how hot was hot? There were various levels: warm, steamy, uber, and lava.
“I’d let him call me anything he wanted. It’s kind of kinky. Call him ‘professor’ and see if he likes it.”
“Ava!”
She giggled and leaned her head onto the rest. “Spank me, professor!” she moaned loudly. She was completely entitled to the slap I gave her arm. “Ouch! Damn it, Lexie!”
“You asked for a spanking.”
A middle-aged man with peppered hair and a beer belly shifted in his seat across the aisle. “You can spank me if you want.”
“Negatory on that,” I replied, looking to Ava for help. She pursed her lips to contain the laughter dancing in her eyes. Benedict Arnold. I needed a new wing woman.
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