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How dirty are you willing to get to attain the one you desire most? To own them?
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Dirty Words by Elena M. Reyes
How do you seduce a woman you’ve never met?
You don’t. You just take.
Tempt by K.I. Lynn
Will he take the apple from his Eve and succumb to her temptation?
Systematic Siege: Provocative Tendencies #1 by N. Isabelle Blanco
He’s determined to have her—she’s determined to see him burn in hell before that happens.
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Expected Publication Date: 7/15/2015
How dirty are you willing to get to attain the one you desire most? To own them?
Featuring three filthy tales from some of today’s hottest authors:
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Dirty Words by Elena M. Reyes
How do you seduce a woman you’ve never met?
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Tempt by K.I. Lynn
Will he take the apple from his Eve and succumb to her temptation?
Systematic Siege: Provocative Tendencies #1 by N. Isabelle Blanco
He’s determined to have her—she’s determined to see him burn in hell before that happens.
Systematic Siege: Provocative Tendencies #1
Summary:
He was the player. The most popular guy in high school. In other words, the stereotypical heartbreaker that every girl died for.
She was one of the nerds. The outcast teased and shunned by the popular kids in school. In other words, him and his crew.
He always wanted her, she just never knew it . . .
In order to maintain his popularity, he buried those feelings deep, deep down in the pit of his miserable little soul.
That is, until one night he lost control.
They both did.
Unfortunately, they weren’t the only ones that knew it. What his friends ended up doing with the knowledge would scar her for the next seven years of her life.
And leave him wrecked, dealing with years of agony because he’d lost her.
High School graduation came and went, and they never saw each other again.
Now, seven years later, Andrew’s stepped in and taken his father’s place as CEO of his family’s company, Drevlow Systems, Inc.
Along with the new position comes a host of perks . . . and a brand new systems genius working as the head of his company’s IT department.
An IT genius that just happens to be the one woman he never forgot.
She hasn’t forgotten him or his reputation either and she wants nothing to do with him.
He’s determined to have her—she’s determined to see him burn in hell before that happens.
What ensues takes the term War of the Sexes to a whole new level.
K.I. Lynn spent her life in the arts, everything from music to painting and ceramics, then to writing. Characters have always run around in her head, acting out their stories, but it wasn’t until later in life she would put them to pen. It would turn out to be the one thing she was really passionate about.
Since she began posting stories online, she’s garnered acclaim for her diverse stories and hard hitting writing style. Two stories and characters are never the same, her brain moving through different ideas faster than she can write them down as it also plots its quest for world domination…or cheese. Whichever is easier to obtain… Usually it’s cheese.
N. Isabelle Blanco was born in Queens, NY (USA). At the age of three, due to an odd fascination with studying her mother’s handwriting, she began to read and write. By the time she’d reached kindergarten, she had an extensive vocabulary and her obsession with words began to bleed into every aspect of her life.
An avid reader in her teens, her fascination with Japanese anime eventually led her to the universe of fan fiction, which became her on-again, off-again hobby for the next ten years. During that time she amassed a following of fans that, by her own admission, she would never be able to live without. It was those fans who encouraged her to step beyond the fan fiction realm and try her talent in the publishing world.
N. Isabelle Blanco spends her days working as an author, web programmer, marketer, and graphic designer. That is when she isn’t handling her “spawn”, as she calls her son, and brainstorming with him about his future career as a comic book illustrator.
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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Two wrongs. One right. He met her under the worst circumstances. She was still married. To the man who’d stolen from his company. But none of that would matter, because he would have her. At any cost.
To Chase Blaine, it really was that simple. Douglas Colton had stolen millions from Chase’s company. He had to pay. Chase had every intention of cornering the bastard and making sure he ended up in jail.
Then he came face-to-face with Douglas’s wife, Aria. One look at her changed all his plans, warping them into a much darker and perverse plot to get his revenge.
He would offer Douglas his freedom . . . in exchange for a single date with his wife.
To a man like Chase, a man that hadn’t truly felt emotions in a long time, Aria’s presence soon became more addicting than a drug. A problem considering that she might never forgive him for blackmailing her, despite the fact that at times she seems just as unwillingly fascinated by him as he is by her.
GETTING AWAY FROM CHASE was impossible it seemed.
Lori and Adam
finished eating, and then they left. Lori promising to call Aria on Monday,
so she could drop off Adam in the morning. Aria had almost offered them a place
to stay right there. The thought of them returning to the shelter irked
her.
Sadly, it wasn’t
that simple for Aria. Taking care of Adam one day was one thing. With Douglas
still coming and going, and things as they were at home, having Lori stay with
her would just make it all that much more complicated.
She didn’t want to
put Lori and her kid in an awkward situation just because her husband was a
worthless prick.
That meant that the
man following her back behind the counter was the only one in any real position
to offer Lori help. But why had he done it? And why the hell was he following
her?
Aria pushed open
the door leading to the service hallway and stopped, waiting for Chase. She
crossed her arms and whirled around to face him, indignant and ready to give it
to him good.
One second passed.
Then two. She blinked. He’d been following her. There was no way she could
mistake the feel of him at her back.
Chase walked out a
second later. He shrugged into his blazer, looking like a sex icon compared to
a regular man. His vest and dress shirt tightened across his chest as he
adjusted his suit jacket.
Aria’s arms dropped
to her sides.
He came to a stop
before her and stared her down with a concentrated, closed-off
stare.
She swallowed hard,
feeling lost in the shade of that look. Consumed, actually. The hallway—all
fifty feet of it—was too small. Chase was too close.
He wasn’t close
enough.
She was so damned
confused.
Aria wanted to bash
her own head into the wall.
Chase’s lids
fluttered. The slow perusal he gave her body seemed almost angry. He was too
serious and that expression on his face bordered on becoming harsher by the
second.
“You don’t have to
go on that date with me. I won’t force you . . . and I’ll stick to my word
about—” His eyes dropped to her left hand, where her wedding ring still sat on
her finger. “Husband.”
Aria held in a
gasp, feeling her stomach bottom out. He was letting her off the hook, so to
speak. Releasing her from their fucked-up agreement.
Promising to uphold
his end, even if she didn’t uphold hers.
It was what she’d
wanted. What she’d been freaking praying for.
So why was she
disappointed? The
cold sensation in her gut could be described no other way.
“Why did you offer
to help Lori out?” Aria blurted out. There was no stopping it. She needed to
know. Her hands were cold and sweating. She clenched them into tight fists at
her sides and watched his expression for any change.
There was a change,
but not what she’d been expecting. A flicker of frustration momentarily twisted
his features, then it was gone.
“She needs help,
Aria. From what I gather, she and that kid are in a shelter. No one is going to
hire a bruised, stitched-up woman, no matter how impressive her resume or
skills are. She needs a job and I’m in the position to give it to her.” Chase
glared at her. “I’m not that much of a bastard that I’d turn my back on her. I
know that’s what you’re thinking. I’ve already told you many times: I know what
I did to you was wrong.”
Aria’s lips
parted.
Chase clenched his
fists, obviously fighting with himself. “Aria . . . you don’t have to go
anywhere with me. I won’t press charges on Douglas. And you can just . . . just
forget everything.”
Her mind was in a
void of confusion when he turned and began to walk down the hall.
Right toward the
exit leading out to the street.
Her racing thoughts
went into warp-drive. He’d just freed her from her end of their bargain, and
wasn’t going to go after Douglas.
He’d offered to
help Lori out of her situation.
Chase had to be the
most confusing, intriguing, and—fuck it all to hell—attractive man
she’d ever met.
And he was about to
walk out that door.
“Chase,
wait!”
Chase jerked to a
stop, one hand braced on the door.
Aria. What the hell
are you doing?
His shoulders rose
and his back tensed, but he didn’t turn in her direction.
He was willing to
back out of their agreement and stick to his end of it, without getting
anything in return. Douglas had stolen hundreds of thousands, if not millions,
from his company; he deserved to go to jail and Chase was willing to let him go
free. All for her.
It seemed fair that
she’d go along with what she was planning to do. At least, that’s what Aria
told herself as, heart racing, she took a step toward him. “I’ll go.”
That had Chase’s
head spinning in her direction. “What?”
She opened her
mouth, desperate for some air. His expression was almost frightening. But she
wasn’t scared. She dared to poke and squint at the emotion she felt, and
recognized it for what it was. Exhilarated. Excited.
She was starting to
feel like an adrenaline junkie.
“I said I’ll
go.”
He started walking
back toward her, each step slow and methodical. Brows hard. Eyes dark. He
studied her, piercing straight through her with that hard look.
Aria felt
exposed.
“Why?”
Taken aback, she
blinked rapidly. “I . . . because, I . . .” Jesus. Fuck. It wasn’t fair. Chase
was like a huge vacuum, sucking all the air, and the closer he got, the less
she could breathe.
“Why, Aria? You
were so angry that I blackmailed you into it. Why would you go now?” That last
part was asked in a low, soft tone. He stood a few feet away from her
now.
Too damn
close.
She couldn’t think
straight.
“Aria.”
“It’s fair. You’re
willing to leave Douglas alone. I should stick to my end of the deal.”
He ignored her
blurted out excuse with a shake of his head.
An inch. That’s all
that was left between them.
Chase’s hands shot
up, and he cupped her face between his large palms. The feel of his skin kick
started her entire system. She gasped as air rushed through her windpipe. His
scent made her throat close right back up.
Her body
throbbed.
Painfully.
He pulled her
closer, eliminating the last bit of space between them. “Tell me the real
reason why.” He took deep breaths, his face tilted toward hers. His eyes probed
hers.
Too deep. She
couldn’t focus past that stare—his scent.
“Aria.”
She pressed her hands
to his chest. She had to push him away. Now.
She couldn’t.
Everything inside her was shaken. Everything about her fluctuated wildly,
realigning in ways she couldn’t understand. Her atoms seemed to
tremble.
For him. Her body
was liquefying for him.
Chase cupped the
back of her neck with one hand. His thumb stroked her. The sensation barreled
through every nerve ending in her body.
“I wish I was
strong enough, Aria. I fucking do,” he mumbled, voice gone hoarse.
Aria didn’t have a
chance to ask him what he meant.
He leaned down. For
a split second, she was convinced he was going to kiss her.
And she wanted it
so fucking bad. Her body opened up, softening in preparation for that
kiss.
He stopped an inch
away from her lips, eyes heavy-lidded as he focused on her mouth. He was
panting.
She couldn’t think.
His full lips were right there. All she had to do was lean up
on her toes. Less than an inch and she would know if he tasted as good as he
smelled. If those lips felt as good as—
Chase tilted his
head and pressed his cheek against hers. He nuzzled her, his jaw sliding across
her own with the movement.
Aria stared over
his shoulder, trapped by—what? Arousal? Confusion? Disappointment?
Oh God. All
of it.
He let loose a deep
groan that stole all the sensation from her legs. With a gasp, she clutched at
his shoulders.
“So warm. Soft,” he
whispered, so low she almost didn’t hear him.
Against her
goddamned will, she felt her focus zero in and become all about him. She had to
extricate herself. Get away. But her body wasn’t obeying; her nails had become
claws determined to keep him right where he was.
No, Aria. You have
to stop this. You have to.
She didn’t want to.
She wanted more. More of his scent, his smooth cheek pressed to hers, more
of him. His lips. His—
She pushed at his
shoulders. Her attempts were pathetic. Her body wanted, with a desperation it
had never wanted with before, and it was determined to have. “I . . . can’t . .
.”
Chase’s hand
tightened around the back of her neck, holding her still so that he could
murmur right up against her cheek. “Aria.”
Fuck.
The feel of his lips. His breath.
The freaking way he
kept saying her name!
“You have yet to
answer my question.” His bottom lip slid across her skin and his tongue
touched her as he spoke.
That’s because I
can’t, you jackass. Oh, if only those words would leave her
mouth.
She had no idea
what the answer to his question was. All she knew right then was the feel of
his tongue as it flicked her skin. The feeling palpated across her flesh,
sliced through the layers, and slid in deep. She fisted his
blazer, feeling faint.
Suddenly, he backed
her up, driving her right into the wall behind her. Aria felt her back hit the
wall; she expected him to press that large, sculpted body of his into her right
after.
God help her, she
wanted him to.
He didn’t,
remaining inches away from her, with those lips still pressed to her
cheek.
“You want me to
answer the question for you, Aria?”
Dread raced through
her at his low, heated question. She knew that whatever he was going to say, it
would hit her too hard, too deep, and way too truthfully.
“I’m going to tell
you what I think.”
Please don’t. She
knew right then how obvious her body’s reaction was. It was too damned obvious.
“I think,” Chase
paused, brushing her skin lightly with his lips.
Aria shook her
head, choking on everything he was and everything he was making her fucking
want.
“You feel
this between us, Aria.” He kissed her cheek one more time, lingering just
enough to drive her wild. “As wrong as everything has been so far . . . You.
Feel. This.”
Chase pulled away
from her and stormed down the hall.
The sound of the
door slamming open and closed reverberated through her, mixing with the
maelstrom churning in her body.
She sagged against
the wall.
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Lex Talionis (n.)- The law of retaliation, whereby a punishment resembles the offense committed in kind and degree.
Two wrongs. One right. He met her under the worst circumstances. She was still married. To the man who’d stolen from his company. But none of that would matter, because he would have her. At any cost.
To Chase Blaine, it really was that simple. Douglas Colton had stolen millions from Chase’s company. He had to pay. Chase had every intention of cornering the bastard and making sure he ended up in jail.
Then he came face-to-face with Douglas’s wife, Aria. One look at her changed all his plans, warping them into a much darker and perverse plot to get his revenge.
He would offer Douglas his freedom . . . in exchange for a single date with his wife.
To a man like Chase, a man that hadn’t truly felt emotions in a long time, Aria’s presence soon became more addicting than a drug. A problem considering that she might never forgive him for blackmailing her, despite the fact that at times she seems just as unwillingly fascinated by him as he is by her.
GETTING AWAY FROM CHASE was impossible it seemed.
Lori and Adam
finished eating, and then they left. Lori promising to call Aria on Monday,
so she could drop off Adam in the morning. Aria had almost offered them a place
to stay right there. The thought of them returning to the shelter irked
her.
Sadly, it wasn’t
that simple for Aria. Taking care of Adam one day was one thing. With Douglas
still coming and going, and things as they were at home, having Lori stay with
her would just make it all that much more complicated.
She didn’t want to
put Lori and her kid in an awkward situation just because her husband was a
worthless prick.
That meant that the
man following her back behind the counter was the only one in any real position
to offer Lori help. But why had he done it? And why the hell was he following
her?
Aria pushed open
the door leading to the service hallway and stopped, waiting for Chase. She
crossed her arms and whirled around to face him, indignant and ready to give it
to him good.
One second passed.
Then two. She blinked. He’d been following her. There was no way she could
mistake the feel of him at her back.
Chase walked out a
second later. He shrugged into his blazer, looking like a sex icon compared to
a regular man. His vest and dress shirt tightened across his chest as he
adjusted his suit jacket.
Aria’s arms dropped
to her sides.
He came to a stop
before her and stared her down with a concentrated, closed-off
stare.
She swallowed hard,
feeling lost in the shade of that look. Consumed, actually. The hallway—all
fifty feet of it—was too small. Chase was too close.
He wasn’t close
enough.
She was so damned
confused.
Aria wanted to bash
her own head into the wall.
Chase’s lids
fluttered. The slow perusal he gave her body seemed almost angry. He was too
serious and that expression on his face bordered on becoming harsher by the
second.
“You don’t have to
go on that date with me. I won’t force you . . . and I’ll stick to my word
about—” His eyes dropped to her left hand, where her wedding ring still sat on
her finger. “Husband.”
Aria held in a
gasp, feeling her stomach bottom out. He was letting her off the hook, so to
speak. Releasing her from their fucked-up agreement.
Promising to uphold
his end, even if she didn’t uphold hers.
It was what she’d
wanted. What she’d been freaking praying for.
So why was she
disappointed? The
cold sensation in her gut could be described no other way.
“Why did you offer
to help Lori out?” Aria blurted out. There was no stopping it. She needed to
know. Her hands were cold and sweating. She clenched them into tight fists at
her sides and watched his expression for any change.
There was a change,
but not what she’d been expecting. A flicker of frustration momentarily twisted
his features, then it was gone.
“She needs help,
Aria. From what I gather, she and that kid are in a shelter. No one is going to
hire a bruised, stitched-up woman, no matter how impressive her resume or
skills are. She needs a job and I’m in the position to give it to her.” Chase
glared at her. “I’m not that much of a bastard that I’d turn my back on her. I
know that’s what you’re thinking. I’ve already told you many times: I know what
I did to you was wrong.”
Aria’s lips
parted.
Chase clenched his
fists, obviously fighting with himself. “Aria . . . you don’t have to go
anywhere with me. I won’t press charges on Douglas. And you can just . . . just
forget everything.”
Her mind was in a
void of confusion when he turned and began to walk down the hall.
Right toward the
exit leading out to the street.
Her racing thoughts
went into warp-drive. He’d just freed her from her end of their bargain, and
wasn’t going to go after Douglas.
He’d offered to
help Lori out of her situation.
Chase had to be the
most confusing, intriguing, and—fuck it all to hell—attractive man
she’d ever met.
And he was about to
walk out that door.
“Chase,
wait!”
Chase jerked to a
stop, one hand braced on the door.
Aria. What the hell
are you doing?
His shoulders rose
and his back tensed, but he didn’t turn in her direction.
He was willing to
back out of their agreement and stick to his end of it, without getting
anything in return. Douglas had stolen hundreds of thousands, if not millions,
from his company; he deserved to go to jail and Chase was willing to let him go
free. All for her.
It seemed fair that
she’d go along with what she was planning to do. At least, that’s what Aria
told herself as, heart racing, she took a step toward him. “I’ll go.”
That had Chase’s
head spinning in her direction. “What?”
She opened her
mouth, desperate for some air. His expression was almost frightening. But she
wasn’t scared. She dared to poke and squint at the emotion she felt, and
recognized it for what it was. Exhilarated. Excited.
She was starting to
feel like an adrenaline junkie.
“I said I’ll
go.”
He started walking
back toward her, each step slow and methodical. Brows hard. Eyes dark. He
studied her, piercing straight through her with that hard look.
Aria felt
exposed.
“Why?”
Taken aback, she
blinked rapidly. “I . . . because, I . . .” Jesus. Fuck. It wasn’t fair. Chase
was like a huge vacuum, sucking all the air, and the closer he got, the less
she could breathe.
“Why, Aria? You
were so angry that I blackmailed you into it. Why would you go now?” That last
part was asked in a low, soft tone. He stood a few feet away from her
now.
Too damn
close.
She couldn’t think
straight.
“Aria.”
“It’s fair. You’re
willing to leave Douglas alone. I should stick to my end of the deal.”
He ignored her
blurted out excuse with a shake of his head.
An inch. That’s all
that was left between them.
Chase’s hands shot
up, and he cupped her face between his large palms. The feel of his skin kick
started her entire system. She gasped as air rushed through her windpipe. His
scent made her throat close right back up.
Her body
throbbed.
Painfully.
He pulled her
closer, eliminating the last bit of space between them. “Tell me the real
reason why.” He took deep breaths, his face tilted toward hers. His eyes probed
hers.
Too deep. She
couldn’t focus past that stare—his scent.
“Aria.”
She pressed her hands
to his chest. She had to push him away. Now.
She couldn’t.
Everything inside her was shaken. Everything about her fluctuated wildly,
realigning in ways she couldn’t understand. Her atoms seemed to
tremble.
For him. Her body
was liquefying for him.
Chase cupped the
back of her neck with one hand. His thumb stroked her. The sensation barreled
through every nerve ending in her body.
“I wish I was
strong enough, Aria. I fucking do,” he mumbled, voice gone hoarse.
Aria didn’t have a
chance to ask him what he meant.
He leaned down. For
a split second, she was convinced he was going to kiss her.
And she wanted it
so fucking bad. Her body opened up, softening in preparation for that
kiss.
He stopped an inch
away from her lips, eyes heavy-lidded as he focused on her mouth. He was
panting.
She couldn’t think.
His full lips were right there. All she had to do was lean up
on her toes. Less than an inch and she would know if he tasted as good as he
smelled. If those lips felt as good as—
Chase tilted his
head and pressed his cheek against hers. He nuzzled her, his jaw sliding across
her own with the movement.
Aria stared over
his shoulder, trapped by—what? Arousal? Confusion? Disappointment?
Oh God. All
of it.
He let loose a deep
groan that stole all the sensation from her legs. With a gasp, she clutched at
his shoulders.
“So warm. Soft,” he
whispered, so low she almost didn’t hear him.
Against her
goddamned will, she felt her focus zero in and become all about him. She had to
extricate herself. Get away. But her body wasn’t obeying; her nails had become
claws determined to keep him right where he was.
No, Aria. You have
to stop this. You have to.
She didn’t want to.
She wanted more. More of his scent, his smooth cheek pressed to hers, more
of him. His lips. His—
She pushed at his
shoulders. Her attempts were pathetic. Her body wanted, with a desperation it
had never wanted with before, and it was determined to have. “I . . . can’t . .
.”
Chase’s hand
tightened around the back of her neck, holding her still so that he could
murmur right up against her cheek. “Aria.”
Fuck.
The feel of his lips. His breath.
The freaking way he
kept saying her name!
“You have yet to
answer my question.” His bottom lip slid across her skin and his tongue
touched her as he spoke.
That’s because I
can’t, you jackass. Oh, if only those words would leave her
mouth.
She had no idea
what the answer to his question was. All she knew right then was the feel of
his tongue as it flicked her skin. The feeling palpated across her flesh,
sliced through the layers, and slid in deep. She fisted his
blazer, feeling faint.
Suddenly, he backed
her up, driving her right into the wall behind her. Aria felt her back hit the
wall; she expected him to press that large, sculpted body of his into her right
after.
God help her, she
wanted him to.
He didn’t,
remaining inches away from her, with those lips still pressed to her
cheek.
“You want me to
answer the question for you, Aria?”
Dread raced through
her at his low, heated question. She knew that whatever he was going to say, it
would hit her too hard, too deep, and way too truthfully.
“I’m going to tell
you what I think.”
Please don’t. She
knew right then how obvious her body’s reaction was. It was too damned obvious.
“I think,” Chase
paused, brushing her skin lightly with his lips.
Aria shook her
head, choking on everything he was and everything he was making her fucking
want.
“You feel
this between us, Aria.” He kissed her cheek one more time, lingering just
enough to drive her wild. “As wrong as everything has been so far . . . You.
Feel. This.”
Chase pulled away
from her and stormed down the hall.
The sound of the
door slamming open and closed reverberated through her, mixing with the
maelstrom churning in her body.
She sagged against
the wall.
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{Announcement & Giveaway!} The Dirty Anthology by K.I Lynn, N. Isabelle Blanco, & Elena M. Reyes @ki_lynn_ @Nyddi @ElenaMReyes
Featuring three filthy tales from K.I. Lynn, N. Isabelle Blanco, and Elena M. Reyes
Dirty Words by Elena M. Reyes
Summary:
***Mature Audience. Over 18+***
Devin Andrews had it all. Everything but the one woman he coveted.
He wanted her in the sickest of ways—yearned for those dirty words
she used to entice him, drive him mad with hunger…need.
Taken from his rib to create perfection, he found love and the one
woman born to be his.
How far will he go to take ownership of what’s always been his? To
what cost?
Once with her, how do you seduce a woman you’ve never met?
You don’t. You just take.
Tempt by K.I. Lynn
Summary:
Dean Sampson can’t stop fantasizing about his intern, Alyssa Lockley. He’s counting down they days until she’s gone and out of his life.
It’s not that he doesn’t want her, but there’s more than one problem keeping him for taking her and being his intern isn’t one of them.
First, his co-worker and best friend, Cooper, is her big brother. He’s going through a horrid divorce. Then add in that Alyssa is only nineteen and he’s thirty three, and it all spells disaster for Dean.
Will he take the apple from his Eve and succumb to her temptation?
Systematic Siege: Provocative Tendencies #1
Summary:
He was the player. The most popular guy in high school. In other words, the stereotypical heartbreaker that every girl died for.
She was one of the nerds. The outcast teased and shunned by the popular kids in school. In other words, him and his crew.
He always wanted her, she just never knew it . . .
In order to maintain his popularity, he buried those feelings deep, deep down in the pit of his miserable little soul.
That is, until one night he lost control.
They both did.
Unfortunately, they weren’t the only ones that knew it. What his friends ended up doing with the knowledge would scar her for the next seven years of her life.
And leave him wrecked, dealing with years of agony because he’d lost her.
High School graduation came and went, and they never saw each other again.
Now, seven years later, Andrew’s stepped in and taken his father’s place as CEO of his family’s company, Drevlow Systems, Inc.
Along with the new position comes a host of perks . . . and a brand new systems genius working as the head of his company’s IT department.
An IT genius that just happens to be the one woman he never forgot.
She hasn’t forgotten him or his reputation either and she wants nothing to do with him.
He’s determined to have her—she’s determined to see him burn in hell before that happens.
What ensues takes the term War of the Sexes to a whole new level.
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{Re-Release Blitz Invite} A Debt Repaid by N. Isabelle Blanco @Nyddi #MaE #ADR #Retaliations
A Debt Repaid (Retaliations #1)
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Lex Talionis (n.)- The law of retaliation, whereby a punishment resembles the offense committed in kind and degree.
Two wrongs. One right. He met her under the worst circumstances. She was still married. To the man who’d stolen from his company. But none of that would matter, because he would have her. At any cost.
To Chase Blaine, it really was that simple. Douglas Colton had stolen millions from Chase’s company. He had to pay. Chase had every intention of cornering the bastard and making sure he ended up in jail.
Then he came face-to-face with Douglas’s wife, Aria. One look at her changed all his plans, warping them into a much darker and perverse plot to get his revenge.
He would offer Douglas his freedom . . . in exchange for a single date with his wife.
To a man like Chase, a man that hadn’t truly felt emotions in a long time, Aria’s presence soon became more addicting than a drug. A problem considering that she might never forgive him for blackmailing her, despite the fact that at times she seems just as unwillingly fascinated by him as he is by her.
March 30, 2015
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{Release Day Blitz} Need by K.I. Lynn & N. Isabelle Blanco #Need #BraydenIsComing @KI_Lynn_ @Nyddi
Sometimes love happens at first sight, even when you’re at an age where you can’t comprehend what it means.
It was just a crush. They were only kids, after all. But what happens when that feeling never goes away?
Brayden and Kira have been neighbors for years, and best friends since they met. They have a connection that is evident to many, and it’s haunted them their whole lives.
Teenage hormones rage, turning their friendship into something neither can handle. The attraction is carnal, all-consuming, and it seems like it’s only a matter of time before Brayden loses control.
Everything slams to a halt when their single parents decide to get remarried . . . to each other. Bad decisions and broken friendships make living across the hall from the one person you want above all difficult. Luckily for Brayden, it’s only for a few months before he’s off to college in another state, leaving Kira to face high school alone.
Brayden tries to stay away, to forget her, but it’s an impossible task he fails at time and time again. Kira is morphing from a sexy teenager to an irresistible woman, one that knows what she wants and seems hell-bent on getting it.
As Kira’s eighteenth birthday approaches, Brayden has a decision to make. Does he keep running away from the thing he wants the most or does he run toward it?
Is it possible to ever be happy without the one person you need?
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“I’m Brayden, baby. The man you’ve been dreaming about your whole life. And I’m about to fucking show you why.”
Part 1 of a 2 part series.
Brayden
My hand is actually shaking when I reach up and grab the thin fabric between my thumb and index finger. Kira goes utterly still, her chest rising and falling rapidly.
One move, a tiny pull, and the purple evidence I’d left behind is bared to me.
It’s the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen, with the exception of her expression while we were kissing last night. I love it.
If I could, I’d strip her down right now and give her another five or six of them.
Groaning softly, I bend just enough to drop a kiss on the hickey I gave her. She tenses against me and gasps. Melting into her, I place my hands on the wall next to her head, bracing myself, and set in, tonguing her neck over and over.
Right on my mark.
I bite it, fighting the urge to go hard, make it deeper, larger.
Kira fists my T-shirt, but she doesn’t push me away. She seems stuck between pulling me closer or keeping me where I am. A small whimper reaches my ears.
This is what I’m going to do to every inch of you one day, I think as I swirl my tongue around her skin.
But not today.
Not. Today.
I feel like someone is purposely poisoning me, slowly killing my life force one cell at a time. I told myself I’d wait, but how do I do that when her body is fucking screaming for me?
I’ll find a way. I’ll find a way. I’ll find a way.
Damn this shit.
Somehow, I find the resolve to place a soft kiss on her cheek and move back to look at her.
Her big eyes are uncertain. They gut me. Make me wonder how I could deny this to myself for so long.
“I didn’t go off with anyone last night,” I repeat, speaking slow so that my words sink in and she gets what I’m telling her. She still doesn’t seem to believe me. It pisses me off that her eyes doubt me, more than I can properly describe in words.
Curling my hand around her jaw, I stare into her eyes. “I don’t want anyone but you, Kira.” I want to give her some time to assimilate that, for it to sink into her head.
But I can’t wait anymore.
I lean down and press my lips to hers, yelling at myself to take it easy this time. To not go at her like some beast again.
One feel of her lips, the taste of her gasp against my mouth, and my plan gets shot straight to hell.
Holy God, this girl drugs me, her scent, her heat, the wet lushness of her mouth. Kira melts into me, her small arms wrapping around my neck, pulling me closer.
Greedy. Just like last night.
I fucking love it. Want more.
I part her lips with my tongue, and my cock swells, jealous. I remind myself to take it easy, but her little mouth is so hungry for me, her tongue finding mine and demanding everything from me.
Before I can even think of stopping this, we’re fucking each other’s mouths, my hands sliding down her back, cupping her sweet ass and bringing her in close so she feels how damn hard she makes me, how much I want her. Every time she licks at my tongue, it makes me want to fall to my knees in front of her, pull down her pants so I can get her clit into my mouth, slide my fingers in at the same time.
Can’t think like that.
Can’t help it.
Kira groans and presses her small tits into my chest. Runs her hands all over me. Like she’s been dying for it as much as I have. I suck on her upper lip, bite on her lower one, and when she gives me this sexy, needy little moan in return, I make myself a promise right then, right there.
I can’t have it now, but one day, I’ll have her naked.
One day, I’ll have her tits in my hands. In my mouth.
One day, I’m going to claim every inch of her sweet pussy.
But not today. And, shit, the thought is actually fucking depressing.
“Kira!” I hear Mrs. Roth calling from the foyer.
The sound of her mom’s voice makes me fly back away from her. For two heart-pounding seconds, I’m convinced that she’s right outside the pool room, that she caught us going at it.
Kira is leaning against the wall, her hair a mess, looking so damn tempting that I almost forget I just heard her mother’s voice.
Then, Mrs. Roth calls out for her again. “Kira! Are you up there? Can you tell Brayden to come down with you? Steven is here, and we’re ready to talk to you kids.”
What the fuck?
Kira smoothes down her hair and raises a finger to her kiss-swollen lips, obviously telling me to be quiet.
I move back toward her and whisper in her ear, “Why is your mom here?”
She grabs my shoulders, clearly wanting to bring me closer.
Despite how confused I am, I can’t help but smile.
“She told me and Ryan that we had to come over. That she and your dad wanted to discuss something with us,” Kira whispers.
What the hell could they want to talk to us about?
“Kira! Hurry up!”
I hear her mother walking back toward the living room.
Shit. Whatever it is, it’s going to have to be dealt with first before I can sit down and have my conversation with Kira.
The whole thing is odd. My dad and Kira’s mom have barely ever spent time in the same room together, as far as I know, so why the hell would they call a meeting like this?
“Ryan’s here?”
Kira nods up at me, eyes on my lips.
She wants what I want. I raise my hand and run my thumb over her lower lip, already imagining the next time I’m going to kiss her.
I want it now, but it has to wait. Fuck them and whatever the hell they want to talk about. The fact that they’re pulling me away from my girl makes me itch to slam my fist into the wall.
“Okay.” I tilt her head up and give her one last kiss. A small one. It’s all I can afford to give her without losing control again. “Don’t forget that we have to talk after this.”
No one ever told me that a girl’s smile could be enough to make my year, but the smile that she gives me right then does that and then some.
“Okay,” she mouths.
I motion for her to head out before me. When she gives me a questioning look, I simply raise an eyebrow in the direction of my crotch, knowing she’ll see how hard I am.
Man, the way her eyes drop down and lock on it starts ripping the pieces of my resolve, reminding me that this girl will definitely take it if I decide to give it to her.
No. Stop.
I shake my head at her and motion for her to go again.
But when she turns to go, suddenly I can’t let her, not without one last feel. I grab her hand and caress it one last time before dropping it and letting her leave.
Kira smiles at me over her shoulder, happiness literally beaming from her, and it’s infectious. My throat feels thick as I smile back at her.
Watching her leave and not chasing her down now that I’ve made up my mind to have her isn’t easy. I force myself to stay right where I am and think of every cliché in the damn book, anything to try and get my boner to go away.
It doesn’t.
Not until I hear Kira gasp out a “What?” from the other room and Ryan ask, “What exactly is going on here?”
I rush out of the pool room, jumping up the three steps leading out, and storm through the foyer.
Strange, just strange.
I look around the living room as I enter, trying to figure out why my dad and Ryan’s mom are sitting together on our couch. Kira’s sitting by the window, chewing on her nails, trying to hide how swollen I made her lips. The scarf is readjusted, once again hiding the hickey.
I smirk, not wanting to wait to go at her again.
I don’t register the worried look in her eyes until I hear my Dad clear his throat, pulling me back to the confusion of the living room configuration. “We wanted you kids here for an announcement that concerns us all.”
My brow scrunches. What the hell is going on? And why the hell is Dad sitting so close to Mrs. Roth?
The two of them look at each other, sharing secretive smiles, and my stomach drops.
Oh, God . . .
“We’re getting married!” Mrs. Roth squeals.
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Need by K.I. Lynn & N. Isabelle Blanco {Need #1}
Sometimes love happens at first sight, even when you’re at an age where you can’t comprehend what it means.
It was just a crush. They were only kids, after all. But what happens when that feeling never goes away?
Brayden and Kira have been neighbors for years, and best friends since they met. They have a connection that is evident to many, and it’s haunted them their whole lives.
Teenage hormones rage, turning their friendship into something neither can handle. The attraction is carnal, all-consuming, and it seems like it’s only a matter of time before Brayden loses control.
Everything slams to a halt when their single parents decide to get remarried . . . to each other. Bad decisions and broken friendships make living across the hall from the one person you want above all difficult. Luckily for Brayden, it’s only for a few months before he’s off to college in another state, leaving Kira to face high school alone.
Brayden tries to stay away, to forget her, but it’s an impossible task he fails at time and time again. Kira is morphing from a sexy teenager to an irresistible woman, one that knows what she wants and seems hell-bent on getting it.
As Kira’s eighteenth birthday approaches, Brayden has a decision to make. Does he keep running away from the thing he wants the most, or does he run toward it?
Is it possible to ever be happy without the one person you need ?
Genre New Adult Romance
Expected Publication Date March 3rd 2015
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