Tuesday, June 14, 2016

Cover Reveal ~ Dark Dreams and Decadent Desires by Dawn Madena Rueff

Title: Dark Dreams and Decadent Desires: A book of Erotic Poetry
Author: Dawn Madena Rueff
Genre: Adult, Erotic Poetry
Coming: June 21, 2016
Zorha Edwards and Julie Beckford PA
“Dark Dreams and Decadent Desires” is a journey of the seduction of the mind. An exploration of how sensual intelligence rules the body and perception. How what may be considered unthinkable becomes irresistible. It’s a journey for the brave, the adventurous, for the wanton and the tempting. Ride with Me, and see where the journey takes you.
Hello, My darlings!
I shall introduce Myself. I am Dawn Madena. I am a ProDomme, and a switch. I have been in the lifestyle for 12 years and have learned a lot of lessons along the way.
I am now pursuing writing and wish to bring My experiences to a community who is seeking answers and insight. This is what I hope to accomplish with My writing. To educate and promote understanding, as well as safety. Also, I want to help women realize their sensuality.
I feel women crave to know they are worth the chase. To feel beautiful and comfortable in their own skin. This is what I hope to promote in women. Beauty, strength and intellectual sensuality.
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Release Blitz: Last Kiss by Laurelin Paige @LaurelinPaige

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Last Kiss by Laurelin Paige Series: First and Last #2 Publisher: St. Martin’s Press Genre: Romantic Suspense/ Contemporary Romance

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"Visceral, enticing, shining with white lies and dark truths, seductive twists and turns, and a love that takes your breath away." – Katy Evans, New York Times bestselling author

Synopsis:

A GAME OF CAT AND MOUSE FILLED WITH DARK DESIRES AND DANGEROUS SECRETS…
Emily Wayborn has made a decision. She might not fully trust handsome and deadly Reeve Sallis, but he is the one person that gives her what she needs. With Reeve she can finally be herself. Submitting to him is the only thing keeping her grounded as the rest of her life falls apart. But the hotelier is a master at keeping secrets and as she continues her quest for answers someone is making sure she doesn’t find them. Time is running out and she is questioning everything she thought she knew about friendship and love. She must now make an impossible choice that will determine if she will survive with her heart…or at all.  

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About Laurelin:

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NY Times & USA Today Bestselling author Laurelin Paige is 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.

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EXCERPT REVEAL Dark Mafia Prince by Annika Martin @Annika_Martin

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We are thrilled to share an excerpt of Dark Mafia Prince by New York Times bestselling author, Annika Martin! Releases on June 28th!
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Blurb:
Aleksio Don’t look at me like that. So trusting. Like you think I’m not a monster. Like I won’t wrap your hair in my fist and bend you to my will. Like I won’t sacrifice you, piece by piece, to save my brother. I’m the most dangerous enemy you’ll ever have because every time you look at me, you see somebody good. That friend who died. And when you look at me like that, I die again. Mira I spent years making myself invisible. A good girl, apart from the noise.
Then you came back, beautiful and deadly in your Armani suit. Don’t look at me like you still know me, you say. But I remember your smile and those sunny days. Before they lowered your small casket into the ground. Before they told us the prince was dead.  

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EXCERPT
The way he uses me is violent. Primitive. Demeaning. And all I can think is, don’t stop. He warned me he was going to be rough. He warned me I’d feel alarmed when he shoved his cock all the way down my throat. I was ready for that. I wasn’t ready for the names he would call me. Or to be so wildly turned on by it all. It’s as if we crossed over to the right side of wrong, and everything is too hot, and his cock is too huge, and I have too many clothes. I want him to lay me out and use me. I want him to do anything to me. Everything to me. I pull back, knowing he’ll shove my head back onto his cock, and he does, fingers digging into my scalp. My nipples rub on his legs, heating—from the friction, maybe—and I nearly get off. It’s pure madness. Usually I need a lot of help. But this is Aleksio being Aleksio. He always went too far, and I always loved him for it. I feel when he’s going to come. “No teeth. Don’t you fucking…” He jerks into my throat. The orgasm goes on forever. He holds my head firmly in his grip, panting. I move my tongue a tiny bit and he clutches my hair. “God! Don’t move.” I feel dazed. Heart pounding. This was the wildest and most powerful sexual experience of my life and I didn’t even come. “Okay,” he whispers after a while, gently extracting himself from me. I sit on the coffee table, wiping my mouth and striking the tears from my cheeks. His eyes shine, and I know he felt power of what just happened. The mad connection. Deep down, I know that neither of us have been here before. He reaches out and brushes my hair from my forehead. That’s when I see the gun in his other hand, dark and cold and black. He was holding a gun? Why? Why would he need a gun? “Don’t worry, the safety was on.” He puts it aside, eyes averted, and then he swipes his phone off the floor. He presses something. A red light goes off. My mouth falls open. “What the hell? What did you do?” “Saved your finger.” Red. A record light. He tucks himself in, zips himself up. He recorded us? Why record us like that? With him holding a gun? Why would he want to make it look like he was being a violent asshole, forcing me to do that? Suddenly everything in the room gets too bright, too real. “No!” I go for the phone. He grabs my wrist, hauling me up off the couch with him. “Leave it.” “You’re going to show that recording to him? No!” I try to twist free. “You can’t!” He can and he will. I’m flooded with shame for how much I enjoyed it. And Aleksio made a movie out of it! To frighten Dad! “Fuck!” I jerk and twist, trying to get at the phone. “You can’t! Please.” “Sorry.” “Oh my God!” That’s when Viktor comes in. He regards us calmly, like it’s no big deal Aleksio is manhandling me. Aleksio tosses the phone to his brother. “Play it.” “No! Don’t!” Viktor taps the screen. “Don’t watch it!” I go for Viktor now, but Aleksio has me. “You can’t send Dad that clip.” “We’re not sending him your bloody finger, isn’t that what you wanted?” Aleksio. So cool, so smooth. Like it meant nothing to him. And me like an idiot, getting off on his rough treatment. Making myself vulnerable to him. Showing him something I never even showed myself. I want to die. Viktor pockets the phone. “Her severed finger would be more extreme. More urgency. But this is more pain for the old man.” “You guys are animals!” Aleksio tightens hold on me. “You need to be done going crazy or we’ll handcuff and gag you.” “You have to erase it!” “You prefer the finger? That’s what you’re saying here?” I trusted Aleksio. I followed him somewhere extreme, and he ripped my heart open. Cutting off my finger seems tame in comparison. “You’re thinking about it? Fuck! No. Fuck that.” He turns to Viktor. “Call and see if the sack of shit’s awake.” DMP-signup-graphic

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About the Author:
Annika Martin is a NYT bestselling author who enjoys writing dirty stories about dangerous criminals! She loves helping animals and kicking snow clumps off the bottom of cars around the streets of Minneapolis, and in her spare time she writes as the RITA award-winning author Carolyn Crane.
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