Monday, July 31, 2017

Blog Tour - Controlling Heritage by Anna Edwards


Sophie North is James North’s little sister. She has suffered through the brutal attack on her brother all because of his sexual beliefs. That is why she now hides behind the prim and proper personal assistant who wants to find her way in the world. All she really wants though is someone to own her.
Grayson Moore, it a world famous Native American movie star. His action packed Renegade series has made him a household name and with the fame and fortune comes the reputation. He likes his alcohol strong, his cars fast and his bed full of women. But even that is getting boring now.
Controlling Heritage tells the story of how other's views on what you should be can leave you with no control. Unsolicited opinions will twist you until you no longer recognise or trust the person you can be.
The story features; orgies, suspense, a death, BDSM, and lots of love. You have been warned.
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Book Tour - COCKY CHEF by JD Hawkins


Cocky Chef by JD Hawkins

Release Date: July 31st

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Designer: Letitia Hasser from RBA Designs

Model: Christian Hogue


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You can call me arrogant as much as you want. But when you're the best at what you do and have the hottest restaurant on the west coast, with enough Michelin stars to make Gordon Ramsay's head spin, you've earned the right to your confidence.
When I give an instruction in the kitchen, it's not a suggestion--it's an order. So when a new chef thinks she can do things her way, and dares to say so to my face, even her sharp wit and gorgeous pouty lips don't make it okay.
But I have to admit, she's got talent. She's creative in the kitchen and not even that double-breasted chef jacket can hide her perfect body. As I get to know her, I can't help wanting to know everything she thinks. I've never met a more talented chef. And I've never met a sassier and sexier woman in my life.
There's only one way this push and pull can end.
With her in my bed, begging for more.



She lets out a sigh of relief, but my cock hears something different in her gasping exhale. I bring my thumb slowly to a speck at the side of her mouth, fingers resting on the round perfection of her jawline. She stills under my touch and catches my gaze, time slowing with the deliberateness of my movements.
I brush the speck, but don’t pull away. Instead, I bring my thumb back across those ever-pouted lips, tracing their dip and fullness, letting her feel the texture of hands rough and scarred from a lifetime in kitchens, our eyes locked together in a moment of anticipation, emotions raging like an angry sea against the dam of the distance between us.
Her lips part slightly, I feel her shortening breath on my hand, and I push my thumb between those juicy, perfect lips, fingers pressing against the base of her ear. Her gentle gasp breaks the silence, before she closes those soft lips around my thumb, the sight of them pressing against my skin making my cock full against my pants. Her teeth gently squeezing my nail, tongue flickering as I push the finger inside the hot wetness of her mouth.
My other hand already on her waist, I pull her toward me, press her lithe body up against mine. Those magnificent hips swaying and rubbing against mine, her weight shifting onto me, breasts heaving, nipples so hard now I can feel them through that sweater dress.
“You’re fucking incredible,” I growl. Prelude to pulling her toward me, my finger in her mouth still, angling her head so I can taste the tenderness of her neck, run my sensitive tastebuds down the taut muscles, follow the path that leads me to the front of her chest. Quiet moans getting louder as I run my tongue down the softness of her cleavage, her dress my enemy now as I pull it down and bury my teeth in her breasts.
“Oh God…” she moans. “Cole…”


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JD Hawkins writes erotic romance with modern-classic alpha males and strong, independent women. He currently lives with his wife in Los Angeles, CA. He loves to travel and has lived in many places, including New York City, India and Thailand. When he isn't writing, JD enjoys surfing, training in Mixed Martial Arts, reading and taking naps. He's always loved making up stories, especially ones inspired by real life.

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Excerpt Reveal - TWISTED TWOSOME by Meghan Quinn


Twisted Twosome, an all new sexy, laugh out loud romantic comedy from Meghan Quinn is coming August 3rd!


Twisted Twosome by Meghan Quinn Publication Date: August 3, 2017

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Racer McKay is a broody bastard.
From the moment I met him, he’s been rude, irritable, and unbearable.
A contractor working to remodel my parents pool house for extra cash, he stomps around in those clunky construction boots with his tool belt wrapped around his narrow waist, and a chip on his shoulder.
Racer McKay is also infuriatingly . . . sexy as hell. I want to take that pencil tucked behind his ear, and draw lazy lines slowly up and down his body all the while wanting to strangle him at the same time.
We try to stay out of each other’s way . . . that is until I have no other option but to ask for his help.
But what I don’t realize is he needs me just as much as I need him. I have money he’s desperate for, and he holds the key to making my dreams come true.
Our pranks turn from sarcastic banter, to sexual tension and lust-filled glances. Bickering matches quickly morph into slow burn moments. We’re hot, we’re cold. We push and pull. I need him, I don’t want him. We’re on the verge of combusting with an agreement dangling dangerously between us. Neither one of us can afford to lose one another and yet, we’re finding it quite hard to decipher the line that rests between love and hate.


Why is it so goddamn drafty in here? I grip my hammer in my hand, my tool belt riding low on my hips, and my stereotypical construction hat rests on my head as I finish up the project I was hired to do. Taking a quick look around, I search the bedroom looking for an open window or AC vent that’s blowing a cold breeze right against my dick and sac, making it almost impossible to look semi-decent in this scrap of fabric. “Mmm, I think you forgot a nail on the ground over there,” says the throaty, smoke-filled voice of Mrs. Sage, who is lying across her chase lounge wearing a silky pink robe that is barely tied around her waist. She makes it her mission to show me as much skin as possible, and as we’re talking about skin showing . . . I bend down to pick up the nail she’s pointing at as the thin strip of man thong material rides higher up my ass crack than I care to admit. Let’s pause for a second. Are you wondering to yourself, is Racer really wearing a man-thong as he finishes building a solid oak shelf? The answer is yes. Yes, I am. I’m Racer McKay and I wear man thongs for older, rich women while I work on simple projects around their houses. Excuse me, I mean mansions. Don’t worry. Yes, I’m also very much ashamed to admit the level I’ve stooped to in order to make some cash. I have my pride, but right now, when I’m offered three hundred dollars more to build a shelf in a man thong, I’m choosing to seize the opportunity. Self-respect was thrown out the window two years ago when a pile of bills and responsibilities were thrust in my direction without any preparation or warning. Making money is as vital as breathing to me, so I will take it any way I can get it. Cue the man thong. “Oh, you’re right. Here it is,” I say, holding up the nail. “Thanks for the help, Mrs. Sage. I would hate to see you hurt yourself from my lack of attention to detail.” She waves me off and puffs her chest toward me, her robe slipping farther apart, showing the cleavage of a very saggy pair of breasts. I’ve seen my fair share of boobs and even though I don’t mingle sex with work, I can’t help but want Mrs. Sage to remove the robe just so I can see what she has hidden under the silky fabric. How saggy are we talking here? I’m interested for exploratory reasons, for knowledge of every kind of breast out there. Because right now, Mrs. Sage looks like she’s rocking a pair of pancakes that have been flattened by a steamroller. “You would just have to nurse me back to health if that happened.” Her finger trails up her varicose vein-covered leg to her geriatric hip. I hold back the shiver that wants to spin up my spine. All I can say is . . . can’t unsee that. I nervously laugh and tuck my hammer into its holster. “Not much of a nurse, Mrs. Sage. I might hurt you even more.” “I don’t mind getting hurt.” She starts to spread her legs and that’s when I call it a day. I turn around quickly, snag my jeans and slip them up and over my legs, struggling with my tool belt getting in the way. Once things are in place, I remove my hat, put on my shirt, and then cover my hair with a backwards baseball cap. The peep show is over. Once dressed, I gather my tools, tuck my construction hat under my arm, and turn to Mrs. Sage. This is my least favorite part, getting the old bird to pay up. “Leaving already?” She pouts, lipstick on her teeth. “Unfortunately, I have another engagement I’m running late for.” A lie, but it’s the only way I know to get out of here. “That’s a shame. I really should book you for a whole day. That way you can’t skirt out of here earlier than I’m ready for.” She walks out of the den and into the entryway where she opens her purse and pulls out a wad of one-hundred-dollar bills. My brain explodes from the amount of cash in her purse, as if it’s chump change she’s ready to throw around at a parade dedicated to her and her riches. “What do I owe you? Six hundred?” Fuck, it’s five hundred and if I wasn’t a nice guy, I wouldn’t correct her, but I believe in good karma. Especially considering where my bad luck has gotten me—trying to climb my way out of a large debt. I try to put as many good vibes out in the world as possible. “We actually agreed upon five hundred, Mrs. Sage.” “Such a bargain.” She flips through her cash, pulls out five bills—damn—and hands them over to me. “Shall I call for my next project?” I pocket the cash. “Email is best, Mrs. Sage. I always feel awkward taking phone calls at work.” “Such a hard worker.” She pats my face and leans forward, lips puckered, but I step to the side avoiding an attack from her old-lady lips. As I depart, I wave my hand in the air and say, “Thanks, Mrs. Sage. I look forward to your next email.” Out of her reach, I toss my tools in the back of my truck, enter the cab, and place my hands on the steering wheel as I exhale a long pent-up breath.

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A BLONDE AT HEART Born in New York and raised in Southern California, Meghan has grown into a sassy, peanut butter eating, blonde haired swearing, animal hoarding lady. She is known to bust out and dance if “It’s Raining Men” starts beating through the air and heaven forbid you get a margarita in her, protect your legs because they may be humped. Once she started commuting for an hour and twenty minutes every day to work for three years, she began to have conversations play in her head, real life, deep male voices and dainty lady coos kind of conversations. Perturbed and confused, she decided to either see a therapist about the hot and steamy voices running through her head or start writing them down. She decided to go with the cheaper option and started writing… enter her first novel, Caught Looking. Now you can find the spicy, most definitely on the border of lunacy, kind of crazy lady residing in Colorado with the love of her life and her five, furry four legged children, hiking a trail or hiding behind shelves at grocery stores, wondering what kind of lube the nervous stranger will bring home to his wife. Oh and she loves a good boob squeeze!

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Release Blitz - Jane/John Doe by Blake Everstone

Title: Jane/John Doe
Author: Blake Everstone
Genre: Adult, LGBT Mystery Thriller
Published: July 17, 2017
A dead body and a lifetime of hiding in the shadows.

Scott has a secret, one he is desperate to keep. Coming from an abusive childhood, Scott worked to make a new life and start again, but a late-night call threatens to destroy it all. The body of a transwoman is discovered, but was it suicide or murder? Join Scott as he tries to put the pieces of the puzzle together and solve the mystery. Scott is forced to face his own demons and learn to trust those closest to him.
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“Jane/John Doe is a must read. This book will keep you on the edge wanting to cry, catching your breath but, wanting more. Blake Everstone has blown me away with the first book in this series.” ~ Amazon Customer

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Jane/John Doe Excerpt © Blake Everstone 2017

“Lies all lies,” she screamed shaking her head violently. “Just like he said he would help with my modeling career, LIES!”
Trying not to burst into tears, she devoured the last of her drink and strolled into the kitchen for another. Catching a glimpse of the back door her thoughts wandered to the one place she could go outside the house; the back porch. Relishing the time, she spent on the porch, wishing the heat would subside so she could once again escape into her fantasy. Her mind ventured to her make-believe paradise in the morning or late in the evening during the hot summer days. It was a secluded yard, backed up to a wooded area that was filled with the sweet sounds of songbirds. When she was there she imagined, there was a radiant rose garden in full bloom surrounding the courtyard, with a white gazebo lit with twinkling lights and vines intertwining their way through the side rails and up the poles; covering every nook and cranny. Vibrant hummingbirds buzzing their majestic beauty, dancing in the glow of the sun. Visualizing herself serving ice cold tea and entertaining friends who had stopped by, awaiting her presence in the shade of the pavilion, as the wind chimes jingled a soft melody from the slight breeze rolling through the yard, wafting across their skin, keeping them cool.
Shaking her head slightly, she returned to her misery, realizing that there were no friends awaiting her. There were no cheerful chatters, just a blissful dream leaving her just as quickly as it came. She filled her glass, swallowing half of it in one quick gulp, topping it off again while shaking her head and cringing as the alcohol engulfed her. Gliding from the kitchen, she entered the living room; her long red satin robe flowing behind her. She loved to wear it because it made her feel like an elegant movie star from the 1950’s, with her soft wavy brown hair ascending down her back. Glancing down to her hand she admired the emerald green ring he gave her, saying it reminded him of her eyes. Realizing for the first time that she never dressed, but instead stayed naked under her red robe. What was the point of getting dressed when she was used as a sex toy and when he did buy her things it was usually negligees. The few clothes he did buy her were meant for her to wear when he wasn’t around and during those times her confidence was so low what was the point anymore of getting dressed other than to please him in some way. The only thing she did do was keep her hair and makeup done, but that was because he had instructed her that she needed to keep those things done always. Sitting on her couch looking around at the elegant and beautiful things around her she sighed again. They taunted her, reminding her that she was as much of an ornament as her things were. What once allured her like a bewitching spell now took her captive and held onto her with desperation, as if she too would one day fade into the back ground and become just that; an ornament to be forgotten.
Standing up abruptly she shouted, “I can’t take this anymore!”
Blake Everstone is a proud member and author for the LGBT Community. She lives in Texas with her partner and four children. Blake enjoys volunteering and advocating for those in need. In her books you will find suspense, horror, paranormal, LGBT characters and issues. Please look for her on Facebook and twitter and stay up to date with her upcoming releases.
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Blog Tour - Risque Pleasure (A Thrill Seeking Relationship #2) by Ray Sostre

Title: Risqué Pleasure
Series: A Thrill Seeking Relationship #2
Author: Ray Sostre
Genre: Adult, Erotic Ménage Romance
Published: June 27, 2017
When Johanne Courier finds about her husband’s infidelity, she decides to take charge of her life. In doing so she has an affair of her own with Jean Dorcel, the fiancé of her husband’s mistress. Johanne and Jean spend a weekend together, where erotic fantasies are fulfilled. After sharing a weekend of indulgence and pleasure, what lies ahead for these betrayed lovers?

Risqué Pleasure Excerpt © Ray Sostre 2017

The two arrived back in Montreal. Johanne was already turned on by Jean’s dirty fantasies, and all the things he wanted to do to her. She loved it. She still couldn’t believe she’d shared an erotic conversation with someone she had just met, and that he’d been willing to fulfill some. Johanne was more than willing to participate in his sexual fantasies; even try a few things she had never done. If there was anything Jean had promised her, it was to give her the excitement the two had been longing for.
When they arrived at her place, Jean parked the car in the garage. She lived in a five-story building just outside of downtown. Once inside, they rode the elevator up to her floor. Johanne lived at the very top. The ride back home had her all hot and bothered; she couldn’t wait to get naked with him. When they arrived at her condo, the two were in each other’s arms.
Johanne kissed him wildly. She felt herself being pinned against the wall, while his hands wandered over her body. His hand then reached over her breasts, and the two exchanged a lustful, demanding kiss that could’ve lasted a lifetime. Johanne was hungry for him, burning with need. She felt herself turning around, and pinning Jean against the wall, and Johanne felt like she was taking charge. She felt her ass being cradled by his touch. The way his tongue moved inside her had her thinking of other places where his tongue could be.
Then she broke away from her kiss and said. “Let’s go to the bedroom. It’s much more comfortable.”
Jean let out a chuckle. “You know, we could do it anywhere.”
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He lives in Nevada with his long-time girlfriend, is an avid listener of electronica, and has constantly joked: “I’m always looking for writing material.”

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