Monday, June 27, 2016

★★RELEASE BLITZ & GIVEAWAY★★ Princess by Sapphire Knight @sapphireknight3

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Title: Princess
Series:  Russkaya Mafiya/Oath Keepers MC #8
Author: Sapphire Knight
Genre: MC Romance
Release Date: June 27
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Synopsis
*STANDALONE MC NOVEL*

Biker bitch? Not this chick.

I can’t stand my father and his group of criminals and what better way to get back at my father, the President, then to sleep with one of them?

Poor little Prospect, he never saw me coming.

When my safety is jeopardized yet again by the MC, it’s not the Prospect to my rescue though, it’s a hell bound Nomad out for blood and my heart.

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Thrusting him forward, I beat his skull into the wall. His head emits a loud smack sound each time it crashes against the rough brick, totaling three times.
It dazes shady fuck enough for me to glance toward the shaken woman. Her red lipstick’s all over her mouth and chin, her mascara smeared down her cheeks from her tears, dirtying her up a bit. I’ve never seen a woman more beautiful before.
Her gratitude-filled blue eyes meet mine like I’m some sort of fucking hero or a saint. As the wetness continues to trail over her cheeks, it ignites an entirely different creature. The urge to breed—to fuck her into submission—grows rampant. The animal wanting to claw it’s way free and take over what this shady fuck was about to do.
I never said I was a decent man. Upstanding citizen hasn’t ever fit in my description. There are these thoughts I have; it doesn’t mean I’ve acted on them before. But fuck if it isn’t the strongest right now, wanting to take this bitch and ride her hard.

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Sapphire Knight is the International Bestselling Author of Secrets, Exposed, Relinquish, Corrupted, Forsaken Control, Unwanted Sacrifices, Friction, Unexpected Forfeit, Russian Roulette, Princess and 1st Time Love. The series are called Russkaya Mafiya, Oath Keepers MC, Ground and Pound, and Dirty Down South.
Her books all reflect on what she loves to read herself.
Sapphire's a Texas girl who is crazy about football. She's always had a knack for writing, whether it is poems or stories. She originally studied psychology and believes that it's added to her passion for writing.
Sapphire is the proud mom of two boys and has been married for twelve years. When she's not busy in her writing cave, she's playing with her three Doberman Pinschers. She loves to donate to help animals and watch a good action movie.


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Blog Tour:/ Giveaway ~ Blue Moon by Sydney Jamesson @SydneyJamesson

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The conclusion of the epic love story, The Story of Us, is NOW Available! Blue Moon by Sydney Jamesson is Live!!!

 

Blue Moon by Sydney Jamesson Series: The Story of Us: Into the Blue #3 Release Date: June 21, 2016 Genre: Contemporary Romance Cover Designer: Michele Catalano, Catalano Creative

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Synopsis:

“If anything happens to Beth, I’ll cease to breath; the sky will fall and time will stand still, but not before those responsible for ending our lives are six feet under and en route to hell.” ~ Ayden Stone.
As The Story Of Us comes to a climactic conclusion, Ayden and Beth come face to face with their worst nightmare—losing the one person who means more to them than life itself.
Parted by a thousand miles across land and sea, they prepare to fight back; the clock is ticking, dark forces are edging closer and their chances of surviving are becoming less with each day that passes.
But nothing is as it seems...
They are knee deep in danger and deceit, and enemies remain too close for comfort. Will they be able to weather the storm of secrets, family feuds and broken bonds?
After a lifetime of waiting, Ayden and Beth Stone are so close to fulfilling their destiny, but will they get to live out the fairy-tale they promised each other over twenty six years ago?
A love like this comes along once in a blue moon—it’s worth fighting for.
But is it a love worth dying for?

Excerpt:

  Behind me the door opens. I don’t bother turning. Only when I hear the lock turn and the light is switched off do I clench my fists, but before I can stand someone scented with a familiar fragrance slides their hands over my shoulders, and slips them inside my jacket in a kind of criss-cross. Spontaneously, I take hold of their slim wrists. “Woah! What the…?” “Calm down, Mr. Stone,” she whispers in my right ear, her hair tickling my neck. “This is going to be fun for both of us. Why don’t you sit back and enjoy the ride? I know I will.” I tighten my grip on her wrists and remove her hands from my chest, drawing my fingers over her left hand, along a wedding band and a large engagement ring. “I’m waiting for a friend. You’d better run along, I’m not interested. There won’t be any free rides tonight, sweetheart.” Still cloaked in darkness, she runs her fingers through my hair and circles the chair, raising her other hand to her mouth seductively. “That’s a shame. I heard you like to play.” “Maybe I could sit on your knee?” She pushes my right leg from its comfortable position and attempts to slide across my knee. She’s petite and I sense, from her voice and svelte movements, probably very beautiful, not unlike Beth in shape and size—but she isn’t Beth. Is she? The outline of her hair tells me it’s shoulder length, dark… Beths blonde I tip her body backwards from left to right, resting my hand for a split second on her stomach, aligning her face to catch what little luminosity there is from the blue neon light spearing its way through the decorative wrought-iron work. I catch a glimpse of a nicely defined jawline, bright eyes… I try to lift her forcefully from my knee, but she wraps her arms around my neck and folds her body into mine, provocatively. Her hot breath grazes my neck. “You don’t feel like you’re not interested,” she whispers, positioning her left thigh on top of my burgeoning erection. “Are you playing hard to get, Ayden?” What? “I…” “I’ve come all this way to see you and here you are, fighting me off. Now that’s a first.” She giggles into my ear. Beth? Taking her by surprise, I flip her off my knee and turn her over and onto the desk, taking both of her arms and positioning them above her head, pinning her in place. She tries to wriggle free but I have both her wrists firmly in my one-handed grasp. Pressing my body over and into her, gently, I whisper into her ear. “Now who’s playing hard to get?” “Is this how you treat strange women you meet in the dark, Mr. Stone?” she asks, with little humour, her left cheek pressed against the leather surface. “Not as a rule, but I’m willing to make an exception for you, Mrs. Stone.” Her body shakes beneath me as she laughs, rocking against a cock which is now attempting to escape from my boxers. I give her wig a gentle tug. “Are you in disguise?” “Not really. I read somewhere that you liked brunettes.” She smiles that smile and suddenly—in a flash—everything’s right with the world; like a man suffering from a terminal disease who has found a miracle cure. I’m healed. I feel her warm palm against my right cheek and lean into it and close my eyes. “Am I glad to see you. “How did you know it was me?” she asks, tipping her head to one side, searching my eyes for any trace of a lie. Removing her wig to free her blond locks from the cap, I explain, “Among other things, I recognised your voice—“ She snaps back. “—but I disguised it.” “Baby, you could whisper the phone book and you’d have my cock twitching. Did you seriously think I wouldn’t recognise your voice?” I rub my nose against hers. “Are you pouting? Would you have preferred me to carry on longer, letting you think I was about to fuck some random woman?” She shakes her head. “I didn’t think so. You didn’t like it when I bent you over the desk. I felt you tensing and squirming beneath me.” She gives my tie a tug. “That’s because I was convinced you didn’t know it was me.” “I thought so, and, as for Jake … he wouldn’t bring me here to set me up with another woman. He wouldn’t do that. So … how long do we have?” I reach down to her derriere and scoop her up in my hands, pressing her against me. “An hour and a half at tops.” She sighs. “So, my dear wife, now you have me at your disposal what do you propose we do with the limited time we have?” Aiming to tease me further she nibbles her thumbnail in that adorable way she does, feigning innocence. “There is something I’d like to do. If you don’t mind…?” Just name it. “There’s little chance that I’ll mind—whatever it is. I’m about to bust a zip here.” She bites her lip. “I’d noticed that.” Turning us around, so my ass rests on the edge of the desk, she reaches behind her and pulls the chair closer. “I’m listening.” “I want to take you in my mouth and make you come. How does that sound?” I throw back my head at the very thought of it. “How does it sound? Are you kidding me? After three days of jerking off in the shower … I’d say that sounds fucking awesome.” I’m nodding and smirking, trying unsuccessfully to hold off the laughter.   I love this woman. Not for the fact that she’s travelled a thousand miles to see me or that she’s about to blow me, but because she instinctively knows what I need—the closeness, the intimacy that we’ve both been denied for too long. Little does she know all that is about to change.   I cradle her face in my hands, caressing her cheeks with my thumbs, sliding my fingers into her hair, breathing her in like an intoxicating drug I can’t get enough of. “Distance can stop me from kissing you, but it can't stop me from loving you, Beth. You’re never far from my thoughts, baby. To have you here, is more than I could have hoped for.” Sensing my need for attention, she smiles, descends my body, undoing my tie, leaving it spread out across my jacket while she unfastens buttons, then a belt, then my zip; all the time maintaining eye contact, holding me captive with the intensity of her stare.   I feel my breathing faltering as she dusts my tensing stomach muscles with feather-light kisses. With the chair perfectly positioned, she sets about releasing me from my boxers, leaving my clothing pleated around my groin. She follows the dark trail leading to my throbbing cock. Momentarily her eyes stray from mine, and she looks down at the extent of my arousal. She says nothing but there are words hanging in the air like heat rising from our bodies. With little need for actual words, she rests her cheek against my groin, almost reverently. I lift my right hand from the edge of the desk and fold it over her head, not to increase pressure, but to offer her my blessing. This half-light has created the perfect ambiance; there’s a stillness, a serenity that silently reminds us that the distance between us these past weeks has not lessened the depth of our love—if anything, it has brought us closer. We’re here together at this makeshift altar, ready to worship each other with saintly devotion.

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Catch up on the Series:

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The Story of Us Boxed Set Touchstone for Play (Story of Us Trilogy Book 1) Touchstone for Giving (Story of Us Trilogy Book2) Touchstone for Ever (Story of Us Trilogy Book 3) Blue Genes (The Story of Us Series: Into the Blue 1) Blue Hearts (The Story of Us Series: Into the Blue 2)
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The Story of Us Boxed Set Touchstone for Play (Story of Us Trilogy Book 1) Touchstone for Giving (Story of Us Trilogy Book2) Touchstone for Ever (Story of Us Trilogy Book 3) Blue Genes (The Story of Us Series: Into the Blue 1) Blue Hearts (The Story of Us Series: Into the Blue 2)

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Sydney Jamesson is an English teacher by day and a USA Today bestselling author of romance, suspense by night. She is nocturnal by nature and loves nothing more than staying up late, listening to music and being inspired to write. She has always scribbled things down; in her home is one enormous waste paper basket full of discarded phrases, opening lines and pieces of dialogue that have hit her like lightning in the middle of the night or whilst parked up at a set of traffic lights. Her bestselling trilogy, The Story of Us is available worldwide, and she's thrilled to continue Ayden Stone and Beth Parker's epic love story in The Story of Us Series: Into the Blue, comprising: Blue Genes, Blue Hearts, Blue Moon.

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Release Blitz ~ Unbelievable by Callie Harper @CallieHarperBks

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Release Date: June 27, 2016
 
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Throw together a billionaire CEO who always gets his way and a feisty environmental activist set on shutting down his latest real estate development, and you know there’s going to be sparks. We all know opposites attract, but the kind of heat between these two is next level. Only an unbelievable set of circumstances could let loose a passion this hot. Like if the two of them got marooned on a breathtakingly gorgeous, uninhabited tropical island... That spark? Now it’s a blazing fire… NOTE: Unbelievable is a standalone hot adult romance. It’s the fourth story in the Beg for It series about the dominant, alpha males in the Kavanaugh family and the strong, sexy women who make them finally meet their match.  
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Callie Harper writes hot, fun, page-turning romances. She is powered by coffee, wickedly sexy bad boys, and all things funny, intentional or otherwise. Born on the East Coast where she learned the joys of fast-paced sarcastic banter, she and her family are now kickin’ it in the West Coast sunshine. On any given day there’s a good chance you’ll find Callie outdoors enjoying the gorgeous Bay Area, but if she’s indoors she’ll likely be reading, writing or eating, preferably all at once.
 
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Release Blitz ~ #ISawYou by Elena M Reyes @ElenaMReyes

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Title: I Saw You
Author: Elena M. Reyes
Genre: Erotic Romance
Release Date: June 27
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Synopsis
Success brought fame.

With fame came money.

And money brought every single whore to worship at his feet.

Chester Green has it all living the coveted life as rock’s hottest front man—traveling, partying, and in every city, burying himself between the thighs of a groupie or two. He gorged on the perks for more than a decade until life became dull, and the taste of a woman became bland on his tongue. Nothing excited him. Nothing, until the day life literally crashed into him.

Arianna Garcia is tough, fiery, and doesn’t back down or fall sway to his charms. She isn’t a groupie, making the hunt so much harder and the rewards so much sweeter. His money and fame mean nothing to her.

All he wanted was to relax and release some pent up tension.

Now all he wants is her.

The chase is on.

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Bodies grind—pulsed around me while I walked through the dance floor. Sexual tension dominated, fucking controlled the inebriated patrons while they danced to the latest club anthem pumping through its speakers. An erotic tango used to entice their partners. To forget responsibility and follow the member of the opposite sex home.
My heart raced the farther we walked in.
She was here.
I felt it with every fiber of my fucked-up being that inside these walls, a room bursting with people living and laughing, she was here without me.
Without me. Those words burned as I swallowed back my ire and pain.
We had it all at one point. The way our lives meshed seamlessly; the way our hearts recognized in the other that one missing piece. We were happy and in love, until I lost sight of what was important. Until it was too late to right the wrong she’d suffered at the hands of someone I trusted.
Fooled me.
Because of my blindness she walked away from me—from us.
Making my way through the club, I tried to avoid the flirtatious hands that recognized me. Heard the shit they whispered:
“Holy fuck is that…”
“That’s one man I love to bend over for.”
“Heard his cock was huge…I’d let him break me for just a taste.”
Vapid women that saw me as nothing more than a fun night: the rock legend that screwed anything with a pair of tits. The same asshole that, come morning, would disappear.
A fantasy.
Whispers surrounded me, made me uncomfortable. Last thing I wanted to do at the moment was play the persona I was on stage. Fuck them. Let me fucking breathe.
“Hey, handsome.” An overdone redhead blocked my path, her hand splayed over my pecs to stop me from moving forward. “Can I have your autograph?” she purred, the sound anything but sexy. Forced. A practiced maneuver she’d more than likely used to land herself a dick for the night.
“Sure,” I hissed out through a fake smile. “Do you have something for me to sign?”
“Here.” She giggled while handing me a small Bic pen, and I cringed. That sound was nothing like my girl’s soft laugh. Without an ounce of shame, she lowered her top to reveal her bare right breast. Right there, in the middle of that club for everyone to see.
“No.” Didn’t even try to hide the disgust in my tone.
“Please…” she batted her lashes “…I’ll even let you feel me up.”
At this, a genuine smirk bloomed. “Well…”
“What the fuck, Chester!” Ashley, cock-blocker extraordinaire, snapped. My would-be best friend was useful at times, I’d give her that.
“Sorry.” I grimaced, trying like hell to look genuine in my apology. “But you heard the lady. No can do.”
Before the redhead could respond or give Ashley shit, I walked off and toward the upstairs roped-off section. The VIP section of the Garcia’s club, Deseo, had been cleared and secured for the famous band wanting to let loose at their fine establishment. Would she still be as generous and accommodating if she’d known that the celebrity sitting on her plush leather seats was to be me? The same asshole who’d broken her heart, but after begging her parents, convinced them to help him one final time.
Provided them the proof needed; the lengths I’d gone to get my woman back. As of yesterday at nine a.m. the media knew everything.
A man who loved his female blindly, but let himself become manipulated by the industry. On the bullshit demands to always be someone I wasn’t. All I wanted was to enjoy her. Savor the newness of our relationship without the weight of the world—of my fame—pressing us down.
I’m sorry. Sorrier than she would ever know.
There, at the top, I stood and surveyed the room below while the boys ordered drinks.
The harsh bass and provocative rhythms encased the room, lulled everyone within these walls into a hyperactive sense of want. Lust. Sex.
My eyes scanned the room, desperate to see her. So fucking desperate, in fact, that I’d lowered myself—my pride—and stalked her best friend without relenting. Drove her up a wall until she told me where I could find my girl.
I only had tonight. Leaving, she was taking a small vacation to regroup. Escape from the memories that haunted her as much as they did me.
Did she know that I relived our memories? How I meant every single fucking word I’d said.
“This place is sick,” Ashley complimented the new hot spot I’d reserved for the tonight as she sidled up next to me. “Have you come here before?” Her tone held amusement, something that boiled my blood.
Flexing my hands, I breathed in deep through my nose before answering her. “The owner is a close friend. Amazing person.” She’d done enough to put me in this situation. I wasn’t about to let her off easily. Funny, Ashley sure as hell wouldn’t be sitting here looking so smug if she knew the real reason I’d brought her here.
With furrowed brows, she eyed me shrewdly. “He or she?”
My answer? I raised a brow and turned my attention back toward the dance floor, trying like hell to find her. Those curves I’d memorized while I enjoyed her body. To catch a flash of the soft, light brown hair I loved to wrap around my fist while I dominated her much smaller form.
My girl wouldn’t be made to feel second to no one. Fuck and no.
A song she loved came on, and I chuckled low. “Of course.” How many times had I complained about her love of pop music? Now, I’d give my fucking soul just to hear her sing once more, off key and all.
“Did you say something?” Ashley asked between sips of her drink. I ignored her and continued my search.
“Hey, C., isn’t that Ari down there?” Rick yelled over the music, and every head in our group turned. My eyes zeroed in on her, and my chest constricted. From head to toe, I categorized every fucking inch of her body. Admired the way the low-cut, black-halter dress she wore accentuated her every curve.
“Fuck,” Cris hissed out, and for a fraction of a second, I turned his way. Was enough for me to see the way his vision hardened. How he followed with great interest the direction my girl was in. “I think we should leave.”
His words were harsh, but just below the surface there was also a small tinge of worry.
And so I turned. Like a perverse masochist, I watched as Arianna was led onto the dance floor by some unworthy asshole. How he spoke into her ear. How she threw her head back, laughing at something he’d said.
There was no other way to describe the sounds that emitted from the back of my throat. Loud. Angry. Hurt. An agonized growl that caused the two strangers a few steps away from me to move back a bit.
“Motherfucker’s dead.” Muscles coiled tight, I took in a few deep breaths while a red haze overflowed my vision. Nothing good would come out of me flying over to them in a bout of rage. She’d never forgive me.
“Chester,” Ashley cooed while placing her hand on my chest—a touch meant to calm and sooth the angry beast within me. It had the opposite effect.
“Don’t fucking touch me,” I snapped, the storm of emotions brewing within causing me to lash out. Anger spiking, I threw her hand roughly off my chest. It’s because of her bullshit that I was in this mess.
She moved back a bit, a look of fear in her eyes. Not that it lasted long; bitch was persistent and leaned in again. “Cheetos,” she hummed, and I bristled at the childhood name. “Don’t be mad, baby. She’s moved on…look.” Her hand pulled my face to look toward them. “Ari—” Ashley trailed off when I turned my glare on her for a brief moment.
Enough to shut her the fuck up, and then I turned to watch the woman I had lost in the arms of another.
The jackass dancing with my girl pulled her in close as a slow song began. Her smile, sweet and innocent, was blinding. A woman who seemed to be enjoying herself, but they didn’t know her as I did.
Those emerald green eyes gave her away.
I rushed toward her before my boys could stop me.
Heard the yells of my name.
Ashley screamed for me not to do this.
It was too late.
Enough of this shit.
No more waiting.
Arianna Garcia was fucked.

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Elena M. Reyes was born and raised in Miami Florida. She is the epitome of a Floridian and if she could live in her beloved flip-flops, she would.
As a small child, she was always intrigued with all forms of art—whether it was dancing to island rhythms, or painting with any medium she could get her hands on. Her first taste of writing came to her during her fifth grade year when her class was prompted to participate in the D. A. R. E. Program and write an essay on what they’d learned.
Her passion for reading over the years has amassed her with hours of pleasure. It wasn't until she stumbled upon fanfiction that her thirst to write overtook her world. She now resides in Central Florida with her husband and son, spending all her down time letting her creativity flow and letting her characters grow.


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BOOK BLITZ ~ The Command Series by Karyn Lawrence @karynsloan

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STEAMY ROMANCE AND EDGE OF YOUR SEAT SUSPENSE! A gunshot rings out and interrupts Laurel Hayward’s first steps on stage as a professional dancer, and witnessing an assassination is just the beginning of her horrific night. The ruthless killer is determined to either have her or to silence her, landing Laurel in the protective custody of Deputy U.S. Marshal Jason Dunn. His cocky, indifferent attitude gets under her skin, but worse yet, there’s undeniable attraction. Jason can claim he’s not interested in her all he wants, but once he’s got her tucked away in a safe house his actions say otherwise. She needs his help to stay alive and he needs her to catch the killer that has eluded him for years. Forced together and on the run, the attraction flares out of control and develops into more just as the obsessed killer comes for Laurel . . . and threatens to destroy everything. Contains mature content and 80,000 words that you won't be able to put down until you've turned the last page.

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Billionaire CEO Shawn Dunn has plenty of sex, power, and money. A woman turning down his advances? Unfathomable. Yet that’s what she does, again and again. Kara Hayward is supposed to be off limits. Her sister is hiding from the dangerous assassin she escaped from, and it’s best for everyone if Shawn keeps his distance. Certainly as far as Kara is concerned. Shawn’s only after one thing and then he’ll walk away, just like her ex-husband. But Shawn has larger desires and he’s used to getting what he wants. He doesn’t care if being together is dangerous. He doesn’t believe that threat to him, or his empire, is real. Right up to the night he has everything taken away. This is the second book in a stand-alone series; the story is complete with no cliffhanger ending. Surrender Amazon_FINAL
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The most dangerous thing on Captain Olivia Wallace’s plane is her Italian employer’s new bodyguard. Nathan is just like all the other predators in the deep bush of South Africa: he’s powerfully intense, strikingly gorgeous, and completely lethal. But Nathan isn’t who he pretends to be and she’s drawn to the decent man she sees inside, the one he claims doesn’t exist. Even as he risks everything he has to save her. His actions put them on a collision-course with uncontrolled passion, but also dangerous violence, and its impact threatens to destroy so much more than just their lives. This book contains mature content. It is a standalone novel with no cliffhanger ending.

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Karyn Lawrence is an author, graphic designer, and screenwriter. She published the nonfiction book for children: "Techniques of Color Guard" after an editor discovered her color guard blog; way back in the infancy of the Internet and long before blogging was a thing. She has been a screenwriter for more than fifteen years, with rather mild success, and grew tired of her stories only reaching a handful of readers. The decision was made to try fiction in early 2013 and once she figured out how to write internal dialogue again, the prose came fast and furious. She most enjoys writing smexy (smart-sexy) books featuring a lovable SOB. Karyn is a Chicago native who lives in Kentucky with her epic husband and two adorable sons. She also writes dirty romantic books as Nikki Sloane.
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BOOK TOUR ~ Everything by Erin Noelle @authorenoelle


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Meet Everett (A sexy rock star) who falls for Belle
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Music was was part of my DNA, pumping hard through my veins, resonating deep within my bones. Not surprising, considering my dad was a global rock star and my mom had the voice of a fallen angel.

With my twin sister by my side in our indie-rock duo, Singed Wings, we were ready to finally see our name in lights when we opened for the hottest act to sell out stadiums – Jobu’s Rum Summer Reunion Tour.

The life I’d always wanted was finally within my reach. All I had left to do was finish out my last semester of high school.

But there was one problem: Ms. Sloan, the new art history teacher.

The same Ms. Sloan I’d met as Belle, the sexy little pixie who’d captivated me at a New Year’s Eve concert last year.

The same Ms. Sloan who’d owned nearly every one of my thoughts since that night.

The same Ms. Sloan whose class I was in danger of failing.

With my dream gig dangling just on the other side of that cap and gown, all of my focus should’ve been on my school work and improving my music as I prepared for my big shot to rock the world…

But I never expected her to rock mine first… and to change everything.


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“I-I-I’m Ms. Sloan,” I managed to squeak out, “the new Art History teacher here.”
Staggering backward a few steps, she gaped at me in disbelief as all of the color drained from her face. “Say what?”
I nodded and pointed over to my car, where the faculty parking tag hung from my rearview mirror. “Yeah, that’s my car. I was leaving for the day and realized I’d forgotten my phone upstairs,” I explained, lifting my cell up in the air.
“Oh, fuck me,” she mumbled, squeezing her eyes shut and covering her face with her hands. “I’m so sorry. I thought you were someone else, and I tend to get a little overprotective when it comes to my brother, and—”
“It’s okay,” I assured her, reaching out to touch her arm so she’d stop and look at me. “Seriously, no harm, no foul. We can just pretend this never happened.”
Tilting her head slightly to the side, she studied me for a couple of seconds, and then a brilliant smile lit up her pretty face. “But you are her, aren’t you?” she whispered.
My lack of an answer confirmed what she already knew and she started bouncing up and down on her toes, clapping excitedly. “Oh wow! This is so exciting, a forbidden romance. I knew when Everett finally did it, he’d do it big.”
I wasn’t sure how to take the last part of her comment, but I chose to ignore it for the time being and focus on the first part. “No, there is nothing exciting, no romance,” I stressed. “I’m his teacher and he is my student. That’s it. Nothing more.”
“Okay, Ms. Sloan. I hear ya… nothing more.” She smirked sassily, as if she didn’t believe anything I was saying. “And my lips are sealed. Promise.”
She pretended like she zipped up her mouth and threw away the key then sauntered off toward a flashy silver Mercedes, waving bye to me before she lowered herself onto the driver’s seat. I peered down at the phone in my hands. 4:08. Shit. Now, I was late.
By the time I found the restaurant and joined my coworkers at the bar, I wasn’t sure if the restaurant had enough tequila for the amount I needed to drink.


About the Author
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Erin Noelle is a Texas native, where she lives with her husband, two daughters, and three fur babies. When she’s not reading or writing romance novels, she enjoys winning at cards and board games, awkward people-watching in public places, and doing cartwheels at the most random times. She’s usually barefoot, is never without a song in her head, and currently holds the title of World’s Best Procrastinator.
Her titles published include the Book Boyfriend Series, Dusk ‘Til Dawn Series, Luminous Duet, Fire on the Mountain series, and numerous standalone books that range from New Adult to Contemporary romance.  Her books have been a part of the USA Today Bestselling list as well as the Amazon and Barnes & Noble overall Top 100. You can follow her on Facebook @ www.facebook.com/erin.noelle.98, her blog @ www.erinnoelleauthor.com, on Twitter @authorenoelle, and on Instagram @erinnoelleauthor.