COVER REVEAL - America's Most Wanted by Cory Cyr

Title: America's Most Wanted

Author: Cory Cyr

Genre: Erotic Romantic Suspense

Release Date: October 15, 2016

Vivian Saint had a meteoric rise to fame as the newest rock sensation. 

At twenty-three he had it all.

Winning his first Grammy and AMA.

Cover of Rolling Stone.

His first album, America’s Most Wanted going double-platinum.

Five chart-topping songs

Signing a multi-million dollar contract. 

Sexy, charming and talented. He had everything to live for.

Too bad he’s dead . . . 

As the FBI’s only witness to a bloody massacre, they want answers and they will do whatever it takes to get them. They may have him in custody but they can’t make him talk.

Brogan Knight, a seasoned FBI agent is tagged for the off-the-books op. Expert markswoman, trained in close combat and one of the best interrogators in the field office. Her instructions were simple. Get the rock star to trust her and reveal everything, using whatever method necessary, including sexual persuasion. 

Now the safe house isn’t secure, for either of them. Because the threats are no longer about who may be coming for them but from each other.

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Title: Keagan

Series: This Is Our Life #2

Author: F.G. Adams

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Cover Design: LJ Anderson, Mayhem Cover Creations

Photographer: Reggie Deanching, RplusMphoto

Model: Alfie Gordillo

Editor/Interior design: Daryl Banner

Release Date: August 25, 2016

A powerful storm brews between them…   Keagan Fontneau gave up on life after returning wounded from his last tour of duty Jocelyn Blackwood only exists to protect those who can’t help themselves He left Lakeview on a mission She ran from the haunting memories He remembers her smile She never forgot him He’s in business with danger She’s in the wrong place at the right time He’ll stop at nothing to keep her safe She’ll resist him at every turn His nightmares won’t end Her pain understands He craves a future with her She despises a past without those she loved He wants her She needs him   Thunder rumbles in his fractured Soul She believes Lightning Strikes only once…until him Can her battered heart shelter him from the raging winds or Will the Tempest’s path of destruction shred their fragile bond?  

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 She stops talking to her friend lost in her own thoughts. Her pert little nose scrunches in deep concentration. She leans back on the stool and carefully brushes her hair from her cheek hooking it behind her ear. She searches the room as if she can feel my eyes boring into her soul, needing her to know who I am. Our gazes collide and like a vortex in the center of a tornado, my tunnel vision zooms in on her. There’s no one else but us. A familiar ache surfaces, one I thought I had outgrew long ago. For a split second something in her stare, maybe the slight flicker of awareness or her deep intake of air, but I think she recognizes me. The moment ends when her friend snaps her fingers drawing her away from me and back into the conversation. “M’aingeal…” “What the hell are you saying now?” Gunner interrupts my drifting thoughts. I’ve forgotten where I’m at. She’s done that to me before. “Nothing, man.” “What does magel mean? C’mon, dude. I need to know.” “You’re butchering my language. It’s M’aingeal. You pronounce it ‘Mayn-gel’.” I snicker, “Maw’s Irish Catholic and Pop is Cajun. Let’s just say growing up in my house was a never boring.” “You’re full of surprises.” “Hoo-ha you have no idea, mec. My little bro is a natural born hellion. Tell him the sky is blue and he’ll argue that’s it’s not just blue but white, grey and black. Any other color he can think of. Pop says he’s got too much of maw’s Irish side in him. I won’t disagree out loud or she would box my ears good.” “Damn, I’d forgotten all about those times my grams boxed mine. Geez. Feels like another life ago. She was strict. Never let me sit down at the table without my hands washed and shirt tucked in. She even made me say ‘Grace’ before eating. I miss that woman.” “Funny the little things that bring you ‘round.” “Ain’t that the truth. Is that why your ears look so funny? You’re mom’s wrath? They stick out like dumbo,” he jokes and takes a swig of his beer. We are both laughing releasing some of the tension that’s circled us, since we left Perry. Maybe he is salvageable. Maybe he can help us find the missing pieces after all. We abruptly stop laughing when Gunner slaps my shoulder and nudges his chin upwards. That’s when I see her. I look into her eyes and wonder why she doesn’t know me. Have I changed so much that she can’t see me. C'est la vie. “Can we join you, si?” the beauty standing before Gunner asks him. I can’t take my eyes off Jocelyn. She’s making me want something I was sure I had lost overseas. “Well...I…,” Gunner stutters and shoves me again. He’s such a douche bag. I glance at him and sigh. “Pull up a chair, ladies. We’re just enjoying the wonderful Florida weather that’s brought us all here. Can we get you something? I’m sure the selection isn’t what you’re normally use to, but I’m sure there’s something we can find that you might want on the menu,” I wink. They share a smile and a faint tinge of pink appears across Jocelyn’s cheeks as she makes her way to one of the vacant chairs. She sits down in the one closest to me. Placing her elbows on the tabletop and her chin between her hands, she leans inward. Fuckery! The up close view I have of her sends shockwaves through my system. My memory didn’t do her justice, and this near, the sprinkle of angel’s dust along the top of her nose and cheeks has me fighting the urge to touch her. I’m snapped out of my lust filled moment when Kendall approaches our table. “Hey girls. I see you found…” “Crash, name’s Crash and this is Gunner,” I say nodding in his direction. Kendall frowns at me and I plead with my eyes for her not to say anything else. A disapproving look follows but she doesn’t correct me. “Buenos notches, amigos. I’m Katrina and this is my friend, Jocelyn.” “Hi,” Jocelyn quietly says. “So, does anybody need a refill?” Kendall inquires. “Mojito, please.” “I think I’ll have another rum and coke.” “I’ll have another beer,” I say and Gunner seconds my order. “I’ll go grab these and be back in a jiffy.” Kendall wanders off stopping a few times to talk at tables on her way to where Grady is manning the bar. He leans over when she motions him downward and covers his ear. He looks at me and then back down at her, intently listening to what she’s saying. He shrugs his shoulders and says something back. Apparently she’s not happy with him, because she turns and walks into the kitchen area without a backwards glance. I wait for him to head over but instead he looks at me smiling. What the hell did she say to him? She’s probably pissed thinking I’m going to hurt her new friend. If she only knew the history behind my decision to remain anonymous. She would be chasing her away from me. The baggage I carry is for only me and I don’t want to share it with anyone, especially Jocelyn. She’s too good, too innocent, to be able to understand what drives me now. I’m not the same guy she knew in high school, carefree and happy. I haven’t been that way since reality set in. Back before I left on my last tour of duty, I wouldn’t have given my actions a second thought. I can only imagine scooping her up in my arms, feeling her body against mine, and holding her close. Not letting her place a foot on the ground. I would hold her until I had my fill and only then would I let her out of my sight. I’m so messed up. Gunner’s goofy grin has me focusing on the convo. He’s got his chin propped on his hand staring at the ladies. I follow his stare making sure he’s not ogling Jocelyn. I will knock his ass to the Georgia/Florida line, if he tries flirting with her in front of me. The thought of her with someone else sends waves of anger flooding my brain. I relax my posture when it registers that he’s watching her friend like a love sick puppy dog. Wimp. “Si. I’m serious. We were drenched from the pouring rain. Jo’s hair kinked even curlier than normal when the cool air conditioning hit it, as if that’s even possible, with the corkscrews she’s got.” “Geez Rina. Thanks for the visual.” “Well you looked like you had stuck your finger in a light socket,” she stutters and busts out laughing over her own joke. “I wasn’t the only one. You were sporting kinky ringlets from the eighteenth century, too.” “My hair isn’t as thick. Yours is so thick. So juicy, niña,” she giggles eyeing the man beside her. “Here you go, folks. Drinks for everyone,” Kendall says and hands a tallboy to me. “Any news on the roads clearing?” “Sheriff radioed and they are working on securing Route 441 near twin lakes. He’s talking to Grady about using sandbags in some places. We’re close to the dam and possible flooding is always a worry.” “Sand bags? Shit. Why me?” “Honey child, you think sandbags are a bad thing, you ain’t got a clue,” Kendall answers and spins away. “I guess the weather’s going to get worse, huh?” “Maybe. Maybe not. You never know with hurricanes. Some are as fickle as women. One minute she’s moving directly for you, you blink, and she’s gone. You never know what direction, she’ll go.” “Hmph. You use ‘she’ like she’s a real living breathing person.” Jocelyn says while sipping her drink. “Well it is Mother Nature we’re talking about here.” “Pleeeeeeease. Men can be fickle, too.” “We can, can we?” She leans in close to me, licks her lips, and whispers in a low sultry tone, “They always seem to want more than what they can handle. I’m sure you know my meaning, Crash. How boys will be boys and boys like their toys and stuff. Well that goes for older boys, too, sugar plum. Seems like a never ending battle for y’all to always want to play with fire.” I position myself even closer to her and reply for her ears only, “Oh but darlin’, I’ll let you in on a little secret...for the right woman, I want to burn.”  

    

 F.G. Adams writes contemporary and paranormal romance about sexy alpha heroes and feisty-mouthed heroines. The wonder twin sisters forming F.G. enjoy a healthy obsession of reading that started at a young age. Their books reflect an avid imagination that was cultivated by their grandmother who taught them the mind has no limits and to use both hands when reaching for the stars. Partners in writing, they both thrive on creating unique storylines for you, the reader to enjoy. When not writing, you can find them on a beach with their significant other enjoying the waves or riding a Harley on a country road somewhere in the USA.    

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Aside from being blind to the fact his best friend, Maxx Hughes, is madly in love with him, Logan 'Unbreakable' Kellar has it made. He's the best amateur fighter at TKO, has a buffet line of women desperate to be taken by him, and three friends that are his family. However, when Maxx crosses over from Logan's blind spot on the side lines to the dead center of his vision, he realizes that he can't stay blind to the fact this girl, is the girl.

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Blear (A Senses Series Companion Novel)

Release Date: September 3rd, 2016

Aside from convincing his three year old daughter the importance of eating vegetables and his older son the necessity of space in relationships, retired MMA world champ, Logan "Unbreakable" Kellar, has one important goal in life right now, and that's making sure his pregnant wife knows how much he loves her. However, when their family vacation takes several unexpected turns, unforeseen decisions will have to be made. Will Logan be able to take the sucker punches life throws or will everything he knows as family become just a blear?

Xavier Neal is an up and coming Author and Blogger. She lives in Texas where she spends her time getting lost in writing and reading. She loves Tex-mex, fandoms, and laughing. Feel free to spend her a message any time!

 

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Alison

I’ve lived in a small town my entire life.  At eighteen, I don’t have a whole lot of life experience, and all I really have time for is my job.  I’ve heard of the Brimstone Kings MC, but I’d never seen them until a group of them shows up at the diner where I work.  That’s the day I met Ace.

Just his name sends shivers up my spine.  That man is sex on a stick.  But he’s a man.  I’ve only ever been around boys.  I don’t know if I’m ready for the kind of life that comes with a man like Ace, but he isn’t giving me much choice.

Ace

Shit, she is fucking beautiful.  When I first laid eyes on her, I didn’t think there was a chance in hell she was legal.  The minute I found out she was eighteen, it was game on.  I will make her mine, if it’s the last thing I do.

Getting her to be mine proves to be harder than I thought though.  I need to prove to her that I am the man for her.  That I can take care of her.  That I won’t hurt her.  This woman is stubborn as hell, but I’m determined to make her see what it feels like to be with a real man.

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Waking up groaning, I feel a pair of lips sucking my cock. Nice way to wake up.

I pry my eyes open looking down to see Porsche licking and sucking the tip of my dick. Porsche looks up and smiles, “Good morning Ace.”

I give her a lazy grin and moan, “This is nice, waking up having my dick sucked; every man’s dream.”

Porsche hums around my cock; I feel the tingle down my spine straight to my balls. I grab her head and give a couple of slow strokes, going as far as I can go. She gags but takes me in like a pro.

That is what I like about Porsche; she takes whatever I give her with no arguments. I look down at her bobbing up and down on my cock and she gives me the look that I know she wants, my cum down her throat.

“I’m going to cum Porsche, are you ready?” She sucks harder, and I moan letting go giving her all I got.

Porsche swallows every drop. Looking at the clock beside the bed I see it's eight twenty-five. Shit, I am supposed to meet the guys at the diner.

She makes her way up my body to give me a kiss, but I get up before she can deliver. “Sorry Babe, but I got to go; the guys are waiting for me.”

She gives me a little pout, “Baby, are you sure you want to go, I am sure you can have breakfast here.” She spreads her legs showing me her shaven pussy like it’s a buffet.

“Can’t babe, I got to go.”

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J.J. Marstead lives in a quiet little town in Quebec, Canada. 

She is originally from a small Island in Canada called ‘Prince Edward Island’.

J.J. Marstead is the pen name; she wanted to have a pen name because it seemed pretty awesome.

Her real name is Jessica Martell, and no she is not ashamed of writing.

She loves to read and now she has taking up writing as a new adventure. 

She’s a stay at home mom, so she has plenty of time to think of naughty things to write.

Married to the love of her life of nine years, they have a lovely daughter who is seven years old,

and they have two dogs, full house.

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