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Happily ever after isn’t in his vocabulary ~ HIS WICKED CELTIC KISS by @KarynGerrard

HIS WICKED CELTIC KISS
by Karyn Gerrard

Book #2 Wicked Men of Rockland

File Size: 688 KB

Print Length: 181 pages

Publisher: Crimson Romance (October 20, 2014)

This is book 2 in the series, WICKED MEN OF ROCKLAND.

Book 1 is THE WICKED BAD

Category, contemporary romance of approx 60,000 words, not erotic

BLURB: It took just one teasing wink and a sexy Irish lilt from bad boy Lorcan Byrne to turn Julie Denison’s world upside down. The problem is, he’s only in town for six months, and happily ever after isn’t in this world traveler’s vocabulary.

Julie’s worked hard to get her life in a good place—dropping substantial weight and getting a great job at her friend’s bakery. But this handsome charmer is just as tempting as any of the decadent pastries she sells, and she can’t resist his advances for long. Julie fully expects Lorcan to break her heart—but she’s planning to enjoy every second she can of their explosive chemistry.

After years of danger as a soldier and a spy, Lorcan fled to tiny Rockland, Maryland for some boring downtime. He didn’t count on meeting someone who could ignite his libido and soothe his damaged heart, and their passion soon leads to deeper feelings. But can Julie convince Lorcan he has more to offer her than just his wicked Celtic kiss?

Sensuality Level: Sensual

 

“Julie. You look beautiful,” he whispered with awe. The smile slid from her face and her lip trembled. Oh, damn. What did I say? He wasn’t lying. He held out his hand, she took it and stood. “You’ve done your hair. Like ribbons of golden sun.” He dropped her hand and stepped close so her breasts brushed against his chest. He bit back a groan, then framed her face and stroked her flushed cheeks with his thumbs. A sheen of moisture glittered in her beautiful eyes. “Brings out those adorable gold flecks in your lovely eyes, darlin’.”

“Thank you,” she murmured.

Her vulnerable response touched him in a deep uncharted area of his heart. He lowered his head and tilted her face up. “I’ve been aching to do this since that night at the pub. Indulge me. Only a taste.”

His lips barely touched hers, but it sent roaring heat to all parts of his body.

Lorcan suddenly had a vision of sprawling her across the counter and plunging himself into her feminine heat. Where did that come from? Just from an innocent kiss? He didn’t dare suckle those lips any more or he’d lose all control. He stepped back. Julie’s eyes were closed and her lips still slightly puckered. A slight whimper of protest came from her when he moved away.

“Thank you,” she whispered.

Lorcan smiled broadly. “You’re welcome. You’d best prepare yourself, Julie.

Whenever we find ourselves alone like this, I will be kissing you. You’ll never know when it’s coming or just how wicked it will be.”

Her eyes snapped opened. “Wicked?”

“Aye, I’ve been told I’ve a wicked kiss.” He winked at her. “Shall we head out? Nick recommended this place so if it’s no bloody good, we can blame him.”

Julie smiled and nodded. He took her hand. Simmering flame, bloody hell.

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THE WICKED BAD

(Book #1 Wicked Men of Rockland)

File Size:531 KB

Print Length:210 pages

Page Numbers Source ISBN:1440573468

Publisher:Crimson Romance (April 15, 2013)

Nick Crocetti is an imposing figure in black leather riding his motorcycle about the town of Rockland. Owner of a bar, The Chief, whispers of criminal dealings and a murky past swirl around him. Dark and brooding, Nick is “the wicked bad” in looks and demeanor.

Veronica Barnes, leaving a husband from a disastrously quick Las Vegas marriage and her high-paying consulting job, returns home after ten years to follow a lifelong dream and open her own bakery. Despite the mutual physical attraction – and a shared past – Nick and Veronica are wary of each other and have protective fences around their hearts.

Can they break down the barriers of past heartbreak, or is Veronica just a good girl who longs to rub against “the wicked bad”?

 Sensuality Level: Hot

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Karyn lives in a small town in the western corner of Ontario, Canada. She wiles away her spare time writing and reading romance while drinking copious amounts of Earl Grey tea. Tortured heroes are a must. A multi-published author with a few best-sellers under her belt.

Karyn loves to write in different genres and time periods, though historicals are her favorite. As long as she can avoid being hit by a runaway moose in her wilderness paradise she assumes everything is golden.

Karyn’s been happily married for a long time to her own hero. His encouragement keeps her moving forward.

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Will he answer Madame Eve’s call? Check out the cover for A CLASS ACT by @LeighEllwood! #1NS #MMromance

Leigh Ellwood here. I am thrilled to finally show off the cover for my upcoming 1Night Stand story with Decadent Publishing. Say hello to Paul and Barry of A CLASS ACT:

Barry Kellam receives a mysterious invitation from 1Night Stand and can’t imagine who would arrange a night of sexual passion with him…except perhaps a former student who’s gone on to greater things.

Paul Merrill is the toast of Broadway. While the awards and fame are nice, he wants to share his success—and his body—with the man who inspired him. But Dr. Kellam isn’t one to date fellow faculty or alumni. Will he answer Madame Eve’s call?

A CLASS ACT is my second 1Night Stand story, and while it’s part of the “Class in Session” series, the story stands alone. You don’t have to read A DIFFERENT CLASS first, but you are welcome to do so.

Meanwhile, I am also pleased to announce that Coming Together has accepted my M/M short, FOX’S HOLIDAY for the upcoming COMING TOGETHER: FOR THE HOLIDAYS collection. I don’t think I’ve had a busier Fall, with four releases due out! Will have to plan an awesome giveaway for the multi-book launch.

 

I am Leigh Ellwood. I write smutty stories about people who like getting naked and having sex. Some have more sex than others, some have sex with people of the same gender, some have sex with more than one person, and still others have sex with toys and things that require the use of batteries. My stories range from a few thousand words to well past 70k.

I have won awards for writing, and I have received 5-star reviews. I have also received 1-star reviews and people have looked at me funny at cons and events. I enjoy reading, yoga, and rock music. I liked the 9th Doctor best. I don’t wear dresses. I won’t cut my hair or color it. I will not limit myself to one genre when it comes to writing. I write contemporary, paranormal, gay, lesbian, menage, geek, short, long, purposely funny and hilariously sad. If I never win a major award or make a list, I will live content in the fact that I have written something, and that’s the dream.

Visit Leigh online:

Website – http://www.leighellwood.com

Blog – http://leighwantsfood.blogspot.com

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Every touch has its price ~ STONE COLD TOUCH by Jennifer L. Armentrout @InkSlingerPR

STONE COLD TOUCH
by Jennifer L. Armentrout

Every touch has its price

Layla Shaw is trying to pick up the pieces of her shattered life—no easy task for a seventeen-year-old who’s pretty sure things can’t get worse. Her impossibly gorgeous best friend, Zayne, is forever off-limits thanks to the mysterious powers of her soul-stealing kiss. The Warden clan that has always protected her is suddenly keeping dangerous secrets. And she can barely think about Roth, the wickedly hot demon prince who understood her in ways no one else could.

But sometimes rock bottom is only the beginning. Because suddenly Layla’s powers begin to evolve, and she’s offered a tantalizing taste of what has always been forbidden.  Then, when she least expects it, Roth returns, bringing news that could change her world forever. She’s finally getting what she always wanted, but with hell literally breaking loose and the body count adding up, the price may be higher than Layla is willing to pay…

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I’d remained in bed after that, trying to sort through the odd tingling in my chest. There was a slight smile on my lips, because Zayne…well, he’d made my day, but then I’d remember what Roth had said to me the night before and the smile would wash away as if it had never been there.

I probably needed to get used to the whiplash mood swings.

It wasn’t until after dinner that I decided to scrub a day’s worth of gunk off myself.Gingerly, I peeled the bandage off, happy to find that the cut in my arm was healing as expected. I didn’t need to cover it anymore. The arm was still tender, but the Warden blood in me was quickly undoing the damage from the iron.

After changing into fresh pj’s, like a total hermit, I padded over to my desk, where I’d left my cell phone. It had been on silent all day and when I tapped the screen, I wasn’t surprised to see a slew of texts from Stacey.

Where r u?

R u skipping, u ho?

A minute later: Your locker misses u. Guess u sick with the herp?

Oh my God. I laughed out loud, grinning as I thumbed through her texts. Our bio sub is still hot. U r missing this.

Bio is lonely.

My boobs miss u. How weird is that?

That was notably weird and yet not surprising.

If I get my cell taken from me, it’s ur fault.

Holy shit, Layla, where r u?!?

Air punched out of my lungs as I read the next text and the several following them.

U have no idea who just walked into bio!!!

Roth is here!

Holy Canola oil, why aren’t u here to witness this?

Ok. He says he had mono. Srlsy? Do people still get mono? And who in the duck was he kissing? A second later—Duck? I didn’t mean duck. That’s SO not what I meant, autocorrect.

Another text had come in about fifteen minutes after the last one. He asked where u were. I told him u joined a cult. I laughed. He didn’t.

Finally, the last text was to call her if I wasn’t dead.

“What in the Hell?” I tossed my cell onto the bed, mouth hanging open.

 

Roth vs. Zayne: The choice is yours…

Beginning today you’ll have 3 weeks to visit the series website, www.thedarkelementsseries.com, to take a poll and decide which guy Layla should ultimately choose in the final book in the trilogy, Every Last Breath.

At the end of 3 weeks, we will tally all the votes, and that’s when Jennifer L. Armentrout will start writing Every Last Breath. The guy who gets the most votes is the one Layla will pick.

To prevent early spoilers, we’re not going to reveal who won the poll in advance…you’ll have to wait until Every Last Breath goes on sale on July 28th, 2015 to find out whether Zayne or Roth wins Layla in the end. We promise the book will be epic and definitely worth the wait!

Who do you want Layla to end up with? Go to www.thedarkelementsseries.com and vote for your choice!

# 1 NEW YORK TIMES and USA TODAY Bestselling author Jennifer lives in Martinsburg, West Virginia. All the rumors you’ve heard about her state aren’t true. When she’s not hard at work writing. she spends her time reading, working out, watching really bad zombie movies, pretending to write, and hanging out with her husband and her Jack Russell Loki.

Her dreams of becoming an author started in algebra class, where she spent most of her time writing short stories….which explains her dismal grades in math. Jennifer writes young adult paranormal, science fiction, fantasy, and contemporary romance. She is published with Spencer Hill Press, Entangled Teen and Brazen, Disney/Hyperion and Harlequin Teen. Her book Obsidian has been optioned for a major motion picture and her Covenant Series has been optioned for TV.

She also writes adult and New Adult romance under the name J. Lynn. She is published by Entangled Brazen and HarperCollins.

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Through the portal and into the fire ~ NEVER GONNA DESERT YOU #MySexySaturday #dystopian

Hello everyone! Welcome to week 64 of My Sexy Saturday.

Every Saturday, published and unpublished authors share 7 words, sentences, or paragraphs from a work-in-progress or an already published story.

This week is all about SEXY THRILLERS.

While I don’t write romantic thrillers, I do have some thrilling scenes in my dystopian romance series, The Underground. So, here’s seven from NEVER GONNA DESERT YOU.

Set-up: Brook is included in the next mission to Airondelle to locate her girlfriend and bring her back to Earth. But once they drive through the portal to the new planet, things don’t go exactly as she planned…

Her father’s handwriting scrawled across the page. You can never know the truth.

Hard, cold steel pressed against her temple. A gun. Her breath caught. What the fuck is going on? She grabbed her knapsack and launched out of the vehicle.

A loud shot pierced her eardrum. She slammed into hard dirt, pain radiating from her shoulder. But it paled in comparison to the burning sensation in her armpit.

Brook pressed her hand to her side. A million needles pierced her warm, sticky flesh. Fuck! I’ve been shot. Blood gushed through her fingers with every beat of her heart. She had to leave before they killed her. Pressing her hand to the ground, she pushed herself up. Her shoulder spasmed. She fell again, a mound of caked mud scraping her chin. Tears stung her eyes, but she remained still. They’d likely return to finish her off if they saw her move. The sun beat down on her. Minutes passed. Maybe hours. She couldn’t tell, only aware of the aches across her body and her dire thirst.

She rolled to her side, screaming. White light filled her vision. She refused to surrender. If she could only find a place to hide. She had to move somehow. Head spinning, she used her good arm to push up again, tucking her knees underneath her. Blood flowed down her side, splashing the compacted soil. And the agony threatened to shove her back to the ground.

With a deep breath, Brook regained some balance. She placed one hand ahead of the other, dragging the opposite knee through the dirt, her foot hooked through the strap of the knapsack. Slowly, she crawled away from the road to a large bush. Enough cover to fix herself up. She flopped to the ground, wincing at the flurry of pain.

Minutes, maybe hours passed. None of the vehicles had returned. Jager must have assumed her dead. Or injured enough she wouldn’t survive.

~ About NEVER GONNA DESERT YOU ~

Determined to find and bring back her girlfriend, Brook enlists in the next mission to the foreign planet, Airondelle. But the deception at Planet Core continues, and Brook doesn’t realize the depth of her father’s involvement until he orders her terminated. Struggling to stay alive, she quickly learns nothing is as she believed.

Will she ever find Melina? Or will Brook be stuck light years from home, alone, and with a fierce predator hunting her down?

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Attention Citizens of Earth! Check out THE ADVENTURES OF MARI SHU by @JodyWallace #scifirom

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Announcing the most hilarious futuristic sexxoring adventure of the century!

THE ADVENTURES OF MARI SHU
By Jody Wallace

Release Date: October 2014 (Meankitty Publishing)

Genre: Interactive SFR + Erotic Romance Spoof

Length: Amazingly huge (but published in volumes)

Rating: Adults with a sick sense of humor

 

About the series

Mari Shu, a factory drudge in the year 4000-something, must choose how to protect her sisters, her purity, and her own conscience in a bleak futuristic society that’s been polluted by smog, rampant commercialism, tacky jumpsuits, sexual perversions, unjust socioeconomics, interstellar travel, and inconsistent use of the Oxford comma.

 

Warning!

THE ADVENTURES OF MARI SHU contains offensive material. Buttloads and boatloads of offensive, vulgar, disrespectful, and possibly triggering material. Sexual, political, economic, racial, physical, typographical, religious—really, trying to hit all the big ones.

 

The first two adventures are:
Earthbound Passion | Martian Conquest

 

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About the author: Jody Wallace grew up in the present day United States in a very rural area. Okay, not present day, but, you know, in the past couple of decades. She went to school a long time and ended up with a Master’s Degree in Creative Writing and loafing. Her meatloafs, in particular, are stellar. Her resume includes English instructor, technical documents editor, market analyst, and general, all around pain in the butt.

Ms. Wallace’s approach to writing is to tell as many outlandish lies as she can get her readers to swallow. That trait is really on display in her SFR spoof, THE ADVENTURES OF MARI SHU.

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Read an Extended Excerpt from HUNTER’S MARK by @VSMorgan1 & enter the #giveaway! #MMromance

Hunter’s Mark
by V.S. Morgan

Contemporary Erotic I/R M/M Paranormal Romance

 Artist Casey Smith lives a quiet life, under the radar of his enemies, until one fateful night he loses control and the astonishing image of a wolf racing down a suburban street splashes all over social media.

Hunter’s bullet never misses its target. The assassin seeks out and kills his prey with a clear conscience by following two simple rules: 1) Don’t kill innocents 2) Don’t kill shifters.

Realizing his latest assignment violates those rules, the hunter activates Princess Protocol and the assassin becomes the protector. Red hot attraction flares between the hit man and his former target. Can Hunter resist the sweet shifter in his care?

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Enjoy an Extended Excerpt from Hunter’s Mark by V.S. Morgan:

Hunter rubbed his temples. Too many damned people here. The heavy scent of burning incense overpowered his nose, and his wolf whined for more food. Eight shish kabobs and a big-ass burrito had barely put a dent in his hunger. He gave in and bought the Pad Thai that had received rave online reviews but longed for a huge, rare steak. Fish, veggies, tofu…belch. How did these people survive?

His wolf satisfied, he continued observing. Casey finished lunch and returned to his booth. He smiled and talked with customers as a gentle breeze ruffled his gleaming hair. Damn, that almost sounded poetic. Hunter grimaced. He needed to fucking chill that shit out. He called Rex to check in.

“Yo, dawg, what gives? You pop him already?”

“Negative, too many civilians, and something’s not adding up. Target’s young, and none of his actions have justified icing him.”

“Maybe he’s a banger. They grow ’em young,” Rex said.

“Haven’t seen many bangers with little froufrou dogs, working in some tiny-ass booth, happy as can be. Shit, even his hair is happy.”

“Even his hair is…? You haven’t been eating those ‘special brownies’ they make there in Eugene, have you?”

“Step off, dickhead. You know I don’t do that kind of shit.”

“Just fucking with you. Can you smell him?”

“No, too many scents mixing together. I’ll need to get closer.”

Evil didn’t have a smell exactly, but he could pick up hints of it from humans; the stench of fear and violence clung to them long after their crimes were committed.

Glenn left the booth, leaving the mark alone. Excellent. Activating the video feed in his sunglasses so his handler could see as well, Hunter ambled over to the neighboring booth, which happened to have the trippy tie-dyed TP.

“I’m buying some for you,” he said to Rex.

“Rage on, dude. You totally need to get one of those vamp mugs from the next table for Den Mother. He’ll shit a brick!”

He stepped closer to Casey’s stall but stumbled over something small and furry. The toe of one Birkenstock caught on a clump of grass as he attempted not to trample the little beast, and he ass-planted with said beast jumping onto his chest to give him a broad doggie smile.

His buddy laughed piss-your-pants-hard in his ear. Fuck a duck.

“Miss Priscilla!”

The target he’d worked so hard to observe remotely sank to the ground between his sprawled-out legs, peeling the tiny hairball off his chest and setting it on the ground.

“I’m so sorry! Are you okay?”

Big blue eyes fringed with long, pale lashes scanned his body while strong yet gentle hands moved over his ankles and legs, searching for an injury. Oh, a toucher. His wolf basked in the tactile attention. His breath hitched as those hands glided past his knees and skimmed his thighs.

His dick went from zero to sixty in two seconds. Damn, he needed to get laid after this assignment.

“Oh, my, what a li’l sweetie. Look at those freckles! I wonder if he’s got them everywhere. I’d like to lick them,” Rex crowed in his ear.

He growled.

The other man chortled. “Possessive, much?”

He inhaled deeply, only to be slammed with the force of a Mack truck. Strawberries on a warm summer’s day and fresh-cut grass—shit, his target smelled delicious. He took another breath, and his brain reeled. He’s a wolf shifter, too? Fuck.

Casey’s brows furrowed. “Where are you hurt?”

He forced a smile. “I’m fine. No worries.”

His mark returned the smile, his wide and high beam combined with sparkling eyes. Hunter stared, warmth wrapping around him like a blanket. He had no ammo against such a happy, open expression. The guy fucking glowed.

“Here, let me help you up.” His prey stood and reached out a hand.

A spark of energy surged up his arm as their hands clasped. His wolf whined in longing. Down, boy.

The smaller man gasped, his heated gaze roaming over his body. Hunter’s nostrils flared at the scent of Casey’s arousal and stifled a groan. Not helping.

He just needed to play it cool. After brushing the seat of his shorts, he leaned down and grabbed his bag. Giving him a slight wave, he strolled a short distance away.

What a complete clusterfuck. They didn’t hunt shifters. It was bad juju getting involved with pack business.

“Rex, he’s a shifter.”

“Confirm, did you say shifter?”

“Fuck yes.”

“Contacting Den Mother,” his handler replied, all business now.

The dog started barking, and he turned. A car jumped the curb, barreling toward the back of the pottery stand.

He darted over and shoved the little wolf out of the way moments before the car plowed through it. The peaceful vibe of the place shattered with the sounds of pottery smashing and people screaming. The scent of fear overpowered even the strongest incense.

Hunter shielded him with his body as the car careened through a few more stands and back onto the street before speeding off. Fucking A.

“Priss!”

The dog who had been right at his feet barked. Scooping it up, he stuffed the mutt into Casey’s arms and dragged him out of the area.

This couldn’t have been an accident, too much of a coincidence. Someone hadn’t honored the forty-eight hour contract and was gunning for the young wolf now. He refused to let that happen.

“Rex, I’m initiating princess protocol.”

“Fuck, yeah. Drive to Portland. I’ll meet you there.”

“Come on, it’s time to go.” He slung his arm around his mark’s shoulder and hauled him to his car.

“Wait, what? I don’t know you. Where’s Glenn?” His blue eyes darkened with fear, and he twisted his body, attempting to escape. Regret tugged at Hunter for scaring him, but he tightened his hold. He needed to keep the pup alive.

“It’s not safe for you here.” He reached into the car for his emergency kit.

While the smaller man craned his head around, Hunter stuck him with a hypo, and he went out like a light.

He got both man and his mutt into the backseat without issue then drove toward the river and parked in an abandoned lot. Peering over his shoulder, he saw the dog lick his owner’s still cheek.

“Want a treat?” He offered it a piece of Slim Jim. The pooch gave him a “fuck you” look and growled. Not so friendly now.

He raised his shades and allowed his eyes to shift, his wolf staring down the puff ball. It quivered but didn’t yield. He growled long and low, and the dog barked at him before flashing tiny white teeth. Ballsy little thing. His wolf decided to take a different tack and whined. The pooch moved and let him search the smaller man’s clothing.

As he rummaged in his target’s pockets, the waistband of his shorts gaped. His eyebrows shot up at the yellow smiley faces on Casey’s boxers. Un-freaking-believable.

No ID, but he found a couple of bucks and a cheap phone, one of those burner types that couldn’t be traced. He tossed it out the window and ran over it anyway.

As he headed to Portland, he reported in.

“Den Mother, what the hell is going on? Who is this guy?”

“Very good question. It appears Casey Smith doesn’t exist. No birth certificate, Social Security number, driver’s license, school records, medical records, library card…nothing.”

He frowned. “He’s been off the grid his entire life? How is that possible? What about the house?”

“It’s a rental with no contract on file. Probably pays in cash.”

“Any info on the car?”

“Flagged as stolen and found abandoned a few miles out of town. Garrett and Ryland said it smelled of human. They’re interrogating his friend now. I’ve sent out rumors to the media of Casey’s death to buy us some time.”

Hunter yanked the beanie off his head and flung it onto the passenger seat. “So, what are we going to do with him?”

“The fact he’s a shifter complicates things. We’ll have to be careful digging around, or the Pack Council will be alerted. Talk to him and see what you learn.”

“I drugged and kidnapped him. How likely is he going to be to talk to me?”

“You saved his life, a life he can’t return to. He doesn’t have much of a choice.”

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V.S. Morgan has lived all over the US but calls Minnesota her home now. Her family includes her hubby, son, and a menagerie of pets.

She’s been writing stories since she could hold a pencil and dreams of happily ever afters – even for two hot men – because love knows no boundaries. V.S. writes MC/IR contemporary, paranormal, and suspense m/m and m/f with heart. She plans to branch into fantasy and sci fi romance, as well.

V.S. is a GLBT ally and a lifetime contributor of The Trevor Project.

Website: http://www.vsmorgan.com

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Twitter: @vsmorgan1

 

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Release Day Launch and #Giveaway ~ JUST GOTTA SAY by @LauraKayeAuthor #eroticromance #menage

I have to admit that Just Gotta Say is one of my favorite reads. It is a hot story with a touch of humor, or at least some laugh out loud moments. If you read it, you’ll know what I mean. So, when I found out Laura Kaye was re-releasing the story, I had to get in on it.

Just Gotta Say is a super sexy friends-to-lovers story and a contemporary ménage a quatres. Here’s the blurb:

Callie Davis stumbles upon two of her three male roommates in a surprising, molten-hot midnight tryst and discovers a side of herself she never knew existed. Desire to play with them grips her, and she can’t stop fantasizing about having multiple men, particularly her three long-time best friends.

Callie is thrilled when a guys’ night out gives her the perfect opportunity to recreate her fantasy, with the help of a threesome porn video and a bag of sex toys. That is, until Lucas, Jack and Noah return early and catch her in the act. More than anything, the guys want to make her fantasy come true. But Callie has a secret, and she can’t help wondering if being with all three men will risk the future she’s always wanted with one of them.

As three strong sets of hands caress and undress her, Callie surrenders to desire, because sometimes you just gotta say…yes.

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The set-up: Callie’s most secret fantasy was just unexpectedly revealed to her three male roommates…

The invitation he laid out for her—the invitation to be with them, to act out this fantasy for real with them—was completely outside anything she imagined possible.

She sat for a long moment, still mostly curled into herself. Her gaze lit on the rough bobbing of Jack’s Adams apple as he swallowed. His apparent case of nerves eased hers. A little. Soft, sandy-colored strands brushed against her forehead. Her nose filled with the scent of him, all night air and masculinity.

Callie took a deep breath, her body remembering her unfulfilled arousal even as her brain struggled to keep up. “What are you saying, Jack?” she whispered, buying herself time to think and needing him to spell it out.

One hand stroked her back while the other combed her hair off the side of her face. “I’m saying”—he nibbled at her ear, but this time his lips lingered, his warm exhalation caressing her skin—“that the three of us want to bring that fantasy to life for you. If you want.”

Every nerve ending tingled with the promise of what he offered. Her heart rose from where it had plummeted into her gut and now hammered against her chest. Images of the three of them kissing her, fucking her, swamped her brain. Blood roared through her ears. “Are you teasing me?”

“Look at me,” he said, sliding his large hand under her cheek.

The commanding press of his skin on hers skittered electrical charges down her neck to her breasts. Her nipples hardened. She acquiesced and sat up just enough to face one of her three dearest friends.

“We want to do this for you.” He quirked the sexiest of crooked smiles and shrugged with one shoulder. “You know we’d be good together.”

She didn’t know whether his “we” meant her and him or the four of them. An encouraging voice in her mind said both interpretations were true.

He cupped her neck, his grasp comforting and reassuring, and brushed his lips against her right cheekbone. Her right eye. Her forehead. Tilting his head to the other side, he repeated the action against her left eye, the apple of her left cheek. She gasped when his last kiss fell on that tender, hollow spot just below her ear.

“What do you want, Callie? Whatever you want, we want. Always.”

 

Laura is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of nearly twenty books in contemporary and paranormal romance. Growing up, Laura’s large extended family believed in the supernatural, and family lore involving angels, ghosts, and evil-eye curses cemented in Laura a life-long fascination with storytelling and all things paranormal. She lives in Maryland with her husband, two daughters, and cute-but-bad dog, and appreciates her view of the Chesapeake Bay every day.

 

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THE FUTURE WITHOUT HOPE
by Nazarea Andrews

Dystopian Fiction

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Separated from Finn, captive of the Order, Nurrin has no hope left. But she has survived twenty years of zombies–and she has the unshakable faith that Finn will find her.

But Finn is a long way away. The Order’s influence runs deeper than was ever suspected, and politics are shifting–and zombies may not be the most dangerous thing she’s facing.

Finn always thought the war stripped him of all he had to lose. But with Nurrin missing and doors closing in his face, he realizes there is always more for the world to take–and he will drag the remains of civilization down with him before he gives up on the only promise that matters.

 

 

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Each of has a moment where we hit rock bottom. Where nothing makes sense, and going on—fighting to live—is just too much. Each of us have faced that kind of devastating loss.

Before Emilie, and everything changed, life was easy. Not for everyone. There was disease and poverty, abuse and death and war. There was loss, in it’s way. But for so many, it was easy, and difficulties, when they came, faded just as quickly. Life was good.

And then the dead rose, and Atlanta fell, and nothing—not a fucking thing—was the same.

We tried. We tried to build our cities with the Haven walls, tried to keep life what it was with our false government in 1, and companies that tried to pretend that life wasn’t shattered beyond repair.

But it was. And when the dead are screaming, there is no pretending. When you have the very last thing you believe in stripped away, there is no way to look at our pretty falsehoods and see anything but the fucking lie that we’ve built out of the ashes of our dead.

We all have that moment.

And sitting here, in an empty train. This is mine.

 

Nazarea Andrews is an avid reader and tends to write the stories she wants to read. She loves chocolate and coffee almost as much as she loves books, but not quite as much as she loves her kids. She lives in south Georgia with her husband, daughters, and overgrown dog.

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She couldn’t wait to touch her again in UNKNOWN FUTURES #MySexySaturday #1NS #FFromance

Thank you so much for joining me for week 63 of My Sexy Saturday!

ANOTHER SEXY MOMENT!

This week, I’m giving you seven from UNKNOWN FUTURES,

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Set-up: The last time I featured Unknown Futures on My Sexy Saturday, I showed Jewel and V dancing together, and their first kiss. Well, here’s another sexy moment between them:

That soft voice made her weak in the knees. How would she make it up to the

bedroom?

V tapped her butt then walked toward the stairs. “You coming?”

She found the strength and raced her up the stairs, reaching for her, but never quite

catching up. Finally arriving on the second floor, she found herself once again wrapped in

strong, welcoming arms. “I thought we were going to your room.”

“We are, but I couldn’t wait to touch you again.”

Jewel couldn’t wait either. She captured V’s mouth, grabbing her by the ass and

pulling her hips against hers. Yet she wanted to feel the bare skin underneath the clothes.

Without hesitation, she slipped her hands under V’s shirt. Touching her soft skin stoked

the flames of desire already burning inside. She had to have her. Pulling away from

tender, swollen lips, she lifted the shirt off and tugged her own over her head.

Never had she met anyone so perfect, all luscious curves and full, perky breasts. She

unclasped V’s red, lacey bra, needing her taut nipples in her mouth. Before she could

taste her, V grabbed her wrists, raising them above her head.

Backed against the wall, her hands pinned above her head, a knee between her legs—

without the support of V’s body against hers, Jewel would have melted into a gooey

puddle. She tingled with anticipation as if she were a teenager, but then again, she had

never dated as an adult.

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Attacked as a young adult, Jewel is left scarred and alone. She applies to the 1 Night Stand service, believing no one can see past her appearance to love her. But she doesn’t expect to be sent to a space station where her date could be any number of unusual alien species.

Flavia left everything behind to be one of five humans working for the Space Service space station. Extremely homesick, she is excited to learn she will be a guide to a woman from Earth visiting the station for a couple days. She is immediately drawn to the petite woman, seeing past her scars to her true inner beauty, stirring unforeseen desires.

Unfortunately, Jewel is there for a date which Flavia hasn’t been told about. Can she contain her lust and simply show her a good time? Or will she let her desire lead them into an unknown future?

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No one plays by the rules in STARS IN THEIR EYES by @LaurenBlakely3 #NewAdult @InkSlingerPR

STARS IN THEIR EYES
by Lauren Blakely

WARNING: The hero in this book is not an asshole. He is hot, charming, smart, funny, ripped, gorgeous, respectful and completely panty-melting. Please proceed.

A sexy and swoony new adult romance…

Celebrity photographer and college senior Jess Leighton desperately needs to crash the wedding of the year. Snapping just one pic of the A-list Hollywood couple tying the knot will pay her way through grad school. But with security tighter than the bride-to-be’s corset, she’ll need more than her camera and smarts, she’ll need help from her biggest rival–hot, British, motorcycle-riding William Harrigan, whose sexy accent can melt the panties off any woman. He’s the last person Jess should trust, but he’s her only ticket in.

William Harrigan wants one thing – to stay in L.A. past college graduation. With a student visa set to expire, the clock is ticking. When he lands a gig that pairs him with the beautiful blond spitfire Jess, he’s scored his best shot at living out the American dream. Winning her trust would be a whole lot easier, however, if he didn’t have ulterior motives…

But there’s no faking the intense attraction between them. Try as they might to resist each other, soon sparks are flying, as they devise a plan to sneak into the ceremony. But when Jess’ new celebrity client raises the stakes, she starts to smell blackmail, and soon she and Will are chasing down cheating directors, staking out clandestine trysts, and making fake IDs, all while sneaking scene-stealing kisses and hot nights together.

The audience loves a happy ending, but in a town where everyone’s acting and no one’s playing by the rules, can Jess and William find their own ever after in time?

**Stars in Their Eyes is the start of the sexy, swoony and scandalous new adult series Wrapped Up in Love, which is a spin-off of the NYT and USA Today Bestselling Caught Up in Love series. You don’t need to have read Caught Up in Love to follow this new series, but you’ll likely enjoy those books!**

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“You played me,” he said, but he didn’t sound mad. He sounded impressed.

“It worked,” I said, pride suffusing my tone. “But the scrapes are real.”

“Yeah, I feel terrible. Shall I go hunt down a Band-Aid for you now? Oh wait. You carry them with you. You’re always prepared.”

“You never know when you might have to take a fall to be first,” I said, and rooted around in the front pocket of my backpack for a Band-Aid. I found one, peeled off the wrapping and started to press it onto my palm.

“Let me help,” he said in a soft voice, laying the ends of the Band-Aid onto my skin. He stepped closer, his body now officially in the zone of supreme nearness–the zone that would allow for hands to explore chests, and arms to be wrapped around necks, and lips to lock again. I held my breath. My hands tingled under his touch. “This is the part in the script where the reformed bad boy touches the heroine for the second time,” he whispered.

I wanted to close my eyes and linger in the moment. But I had to be stoic. I couldn’t say what I wanted to say. That this was the moment when the heroine’s skin raced from the barest touch. So I lied. “This is the part where the heroine doesn’t even notice.”

He raised an eyebrow. He held my gaze. I didn’t look away in enough time. My breath caught, and my lips were parted. “Hi,” he whispered in a voice that was getting under my skin.

“Hi,” I said against my better judgment, against my brain.

“Are we still on for the movie tomorrow?”

“You’re just asking me out because I’m the competition, right? Keep your friends close and your enemies closer?”

“I’m asking because I want to go out with you. Not because you’re the enemy.”

I scoffed. “At least you admitted I’m the enemy. That’s why you’re asking me.”

He raised his hand, reaching gently for a strand of my hair. My feet felt wobbly with him so near to me. The earth was suddenly operating at a bizarre angle. I pressed my palm against the brick wall behind me to steady myself as he ran a finger along my hair. So softly. “I swear,” he whispered, pinning me with his gaze. “I truly want to see the movie with you. Say you’re still going with me.”

 

Lauren Blakely writes sexy contemporary romance novels with heat, heart, and humor, and her books have appeared on the New York Times, USA Today, Amazon, Barnes and Noble, and iBooks bestseller lists. Like the heroine in FAR TOO TEMPTING, she thinks life should be filled with family, laughter, and the kind of love that love songs promise. Lauren lives in California with her husband, children, and dogs. Her novels include Caught Up In Us, Pretending He’s Mine, Playing With Her Heart, and Trophy Husband. She also writes for young adults under the name Daisy Whitney.

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