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The much anticipated Forget me Knot by Ruth Silver is released today. #GrimReaper #Magic #Series

Forget Me Knot (Royal Reaper 2)by Ruth SilverPublisher: BooktropePublished: June 23, 2015
Don’t mess with death.When Wynter explores his newly developed dark angel powers, regret soon fills his heart and mind. Saving a soul isn’t what he imagined it to be, and it puts the grim reaper he loves in grave danger.Obligated to take the throne as Queen, Mara must face the truth and unravel secrets she may not be ready to accept.The second book in the Royal Reaper saga takes you on a paranormal fantasy adventure into a world of grim reapers, dark angels, and undead trucidators.Add to Goodreads  /  AmazonAlso available on Barnes & Noble and iBooksExcerpt

Death crept into the castle. Mara could feel its darkness pressing her down. As she walked to her father's bedchamber, the thought of marrying a man she did not love weighed heavily on her. All the invitations had been sent out months ago. Just as her life was beginning to almost feel normal, her father, King Philip, had fallen ill along with the court of Casmerelda and much of the kingdom. The second wave of the plague violently spread, leaving a trail of death and burning corpses for the living to clean up.Her father had been bedridden for three days. His fever spiked and his skin glistened. He grew delirious, falling in and out of consciousness. As much as she despised him for what he’d done to her sister’s boyfriend, he was still her father. She didn’t want to be left alone.“You must marry Astin at once.”Mara cringed. “I can’t.” Her lips hidden as she wore a piece of ivory cloth against her nose and mouth, the slightest bit of protection from the disease that had taken over the kingdom. “I don’t love him. Please don’t do this to me.”“Don’t be selfish.” The words struggled to reach his lips. He coughed and heaved, his chest rising and falling quickly as his pulse raced. “I’ll be with your mother soon…”“You’ll be dead.”Taking in several deep breaths, he opened his mouth, his words coming out as a whisper. “You will be reigning queen. Mara, you must act the part. Marry Astin and forge an alliance with the country of Morro, for the sake of Casmerelda. Your people need you.”“I need you,” Mara said, gripping her father’s hand. She frowned, studying the tips of his fingers, a blackened hue lacing his skin.“You shouldn’t touch me.” He tried to pull away, unsuccessfully. Her grip remained tight, but more significantly, he’d grown weak from the disease ravaging his body.“I haven’t been infected, and I’ve been at your bedside every night.” Mara ordered the servants to bring more water and rags. It had done little good to break his fever or alleviate the discomfort he must have been experiencing, but it was all she could think of to help.“Marry Astin.” His words were rough slipping past his lips. He wheezed, trying to speak, but Mara rested a hand upon his chest.“Don’t.” She didn’t want to have this conversation again.“For the sake of the kingdom,” he said, pleading with her.Mara refused to answer. Marrying Astin wasn’t what she wanted. “I have no desire to be queen so young. You will pull through, do you hear me?”He’d fallen into a deep slumber, unable to answer her.

About the AuthorRuth Silver is the best-selling author of the Aberrant trilogy. With a passion for writing and a love of story-telling, Ruth is actively writing two series: Royal Reaper and Orenda. She also writes The Federal Agent Chronicles and Palace Secrets, both of which are adult romance under the name Ravyn Rayne for Blushing Books. Her interests include traveling, reading, and photography. Her favorite vacation destination is Australia. Ruth currently resides in Plainfield, Illinois.Follow Ruth here:Blog- http://writeawaybliss.comFacebook- http://facebook.com/writeawayblissTwitter- http://twitter.com/writeawayblissLooking for a steamier read? Check her out here:Blog- http://ravynrayne.comFacebook- http://facebook.com/ravynraynereadsTwitter- http://twitter.com/blushingravyn

If it's a PAIN in the ass, then you're doing it wrong! by JC Clarke. #Humor #Romance #Facebookparty

If it's a PAIN in the ass, then you're doing it wrong!
AUTHOR: JC Clarke

Genre: Humor/ Contemporary Romance
Warnings: Adult content (not Erotic)...do not to eat or drink while reading...your Kindle will get messy. JC is not responsible for any cracked ribs from laughing
Cover Design: The Graphics Shed
Editor: RE Hargrave



His Princess was a little bit eclectic, a lot of eccentric, and a big time potty mouth. She was outgoing and loud, but held her friends and family close to her heart. She ranted about everything wrong in the world and her wild passion made him fall hard and fast. His life gave him the middle finger when she opened his eyes to the beauty around him - or right in front of him.

Her ‘Prick-a-Doodle-Do’ was uptight businessman through and through. He never saw the fun in anything and she knew right from the start that she could have fun with this man and get him to open his eyes. He made her see that she didn’t have to always be alone, even when surrounded by people. His knack of bringing out the best in her was what made her fall for him, even if she didn’t want to admit it to herself.

Both of them were raised in ‘high society’, but where one was guided by the rules, one had fun going against them. He was her new boss and she didn’t give two hoots about it, so when she was given an opportunity to express her views about a certain subject, she readily agreed. It was now her personal mission to make the life of her boss a little harder, while experiencing a little fun along the way.



“Bossman, what are my shoes?” I asked and leaned back in my chair to put my feet up on his brand new desk.
“Stilettoes?”
“Wrong, for starters, no one calls them that these days. They’re either pumps or heels. Normally, if they’re designer, you just give people that name. What color is my shirt?”
“Red?” he asked, puzzled at where I was taking this.
“No, it’s burgundy. My hair is also in a low twist to the side, but you’d say that it was a ball of mess on the side of my head. My point is, no female author should write her male lead so . . . girlie. He shouldn’t know what cut her dress is or what the exact shade of her nail polish is, because, putting it simply, men don’t know these things. They don’t want to know. The second real men start showing an interest, their girl will never stop asking for their opinions. All men want to do for an easy life is say ‘Yes, dear’ and scratch their balls while watching a game,” I ranted. All the while his eyes got wider.
“You need to calm down, Princess,” he finally said, but I shook my head.
“But why? As readers, we are basically paying these authors to produce shit work. I don’t want to read that every male character has a monster cock and can give award-winning oral sex. No virgin can deep throat on her first go and the wording, oh my God. Do I really have to read every character announce that they’re coming like a freight train in every sex scene. If the sex is good enough, it should be clear to the reader in the description, not through ‘Incoming orgasm approaching platform three, please stand clear of the gap!’”  


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5 Stars for this book: He's captured my Trust by Karen Frances.

 
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Alex Mathews is a New York businessman who has a “work hard, play hard” mentality and considers women as a means to an end. But Libby Stewart, a beautiful hotel manager in Scotland, manages to do the impossible: steal Alex’s heart and turn his world upside down. With an ocean separating them, Alex arranges for Libby to visit him in the States for a long weekend…but things don’t go quite as planned.Sparks fly when Alex’s old friend enters the picture and one of Alex’s business rivals shows an unsolicited interest in Libby. Tensions reach an all-time high when the four of them are thrown together during an engagement party. But it’s a series of passionate trysts and shocking betrayals that leaves Alex and Libby wondering if their love was truly meant to be.Can they learn to trust? Or will the sea between them prove to be too much to overcome?The second book in the Captured series, He’s Captured My Trust is a whirlwind romance—filled with jealousy and desire as two star-crossed lovers struggle to make their relationship work.



              




5 Star Review by Charelene. Arc provided for an honest review

Can this Author's writing get any better? And the story was even better than the first book.

This book picks up where we were left hanging in Book 1.

The Book tugged on my emotions. I felt Happiness, Sadness, Betrayal, Excitement, Anxiousness and Anger.

And just when you though i am falling deeper for Alex, he went and did the unthinkable. 
Oh and Michael turns out to be a very likable character. 

This Book will not disappoint and will make you lose sleep. I can't wait for Book 3.

I have no hesitation in Recommending this Series to those romance lovers.

We sit in silence for a few moments, Alex tracing my scar with his fingers. He moves slowly behind me. I feel his breath against my neck. It’s a warning to all my senses to be on my guard. My body yearns for his touch. I want him. The darkness and uncertainty of the last few minutes has lifted and has been replaced with desire.He places small kisses on my neck and slowly but gently moves down my back until he reaches the scar, where he stops and lingers. Seriously? He can’t keep overthinking this, or it will be a painful weekend for both of us. I don’t want to waste the time we have together.“Alex.” My voice is barely a whisper.“Yes, baby.”“I want you now, please.”“You have me.” He moves from behind me and pushes me down flat on the bed. He pulls my bra straps off my shoulders and throws the bra on the floor. How did I not notice him undoing the clip? He stands at the side of the bed and removes his trousers and boxers in one go.Oh, what a sight before me.“Libby, see what you do to me?”My eyes slowly run the length of his body, leaving the most important part, at this moment, to savour.“Anything I can help you with, Miss Stewart? You seem to be rather taken with a certain part of my anatomy,” he says with a devilish grin.“Of course you can help. It’s a part of your body I want to get reacquainted with, considering how long it’s been since we were last together like this.” I reach my arms out to him and pull him toward me.His grin is infectious. His lips find mine with passion and force. His tongue invades my mouth almost violently. I forcefully run my hands through his hair. A slight moan leaves him. His hands are all over my body, not staying in one place long, which is just as well, because I need this as quickly as he does. There will be plenty of time for deep and meaningful later. There’s no doubt in my mind what we both want in this moment.All the frustration of our weeks apart boils away between us. We both seem to be worked up. He seems to be right where he wants to be and looks straight into my eyes for approval, which I give. My hands leave his hair and travel down his back. I move my legs, wrapping them around his waist, giving him all the invitation he needs.

Heros    ALESSO Something I need    BEN HAENOW A Mater of Trust    BILLY JOEL Real Love    CLEAN BANDIT I Touch Myself    Blondie Caledonia Dougie   MacLean Yours    ELLA HENDERSON Something About The Way You Look Tonight   ELTON JOHN More Than Words   EXTREME Goodbye my Lover   JAMES BLUNT I Wont Give Up    JASON MRAZ Nothing Else Matters   LUCIE SILVAS Up   OLLY MURS Wrapped Up OLLY MURS Little Things   ONE DIRECTION Perfect   PINK Stay with Me   SAM SMITH Like I Can    SAM SMITH Patience   TAKE THAT Too Hard To Say Goodbye   WESTLIFEBOOK ONE: He's Captured My Heart  

 
Like any dutiful Scottish daughter, Libby Stewart puts her family first. She’s spent months helping her brother, a single father, care for his new daughter. The strain of her family commitments led to the painful demise of a two-year relationship. As Libby nurses her broken heart and relishes time with her niece, her father offers her a job managing his hotel. She’s ready to focus on her career and get her life back on track.Alexander Mathews, a handsome American businessman who is staying at the hotel, has other plans for Libby. She’s taken aback when she meets Alex. He strikes her as arrogant and domineering, but regardless, the sexual tension between them is palpable. Libby fancies herself a good girl, but Alex quickly seduces her. Libby finds she is soon addicted to the passion she feels in Alex’s skillful hands. Libby had never been so confused. Who is Alex Mathews, really? An international playboy, or truly the man of her dreams? When a confrontation with her ex-boyfriend turns violent and she questions Alex’s loyalty to her, Libby must decide if she wants to let this charismatic stranger from across the pond truly capture her heart.

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Karen Frances is the author of He’s Captured My Heart and He’s Captured My Trust, the first two books in the Captured series.She currently lives in Glasgow, Scotland, with her husband, five children, and two dogs. She is still working on the family business, doing accounts and payroll, but trying to scale back her work load.Frances spends her time keeping fit and preparing healthy meals for her family when their schedules actually allow them to sit down together. After years of running her sons to and from football sessions, she finally has time for herself, which, when she’s not a taxi service for her daughters, usually involves shopping for others, reading, and writing.


           

Sunstone by Holly Barbo. A Steampunk Thriller. With the gears of time ever moving and trouble spiraling to a crisis point, can three individuals and a handful of fossils prevent a violent revolution?

AUTHOR: Holly BarboGENRE: Steampunk ThrillerORIGINAL PUBLICATION DATE: March 30, 2015COVER DESIGNER: JC ClarkeEDITOR: Sheenah Freitas



Before there was a history, the sun goddess Navora visited a moon within her realm that held primitive ocean life. She dipped her staff of power into the primordial sea and stirred. Pleased with what she had wrought, she departed, not at all troubled that a divine spark had touched two small dying sea creatures.
As centuries pass, life on the moon develops into a geothermal steam-powered industrial age. A triumvirate of politicians, banks and corporations bring strain and suffering to the masses they rule over. Unbeknownst to the people of the moon, there may be help. With the gears of time ever moving and trouble spiraling to a crisis point, can three individuals and a handful of fossils prevent a violent revolution?


Ravarian wiped the sweat off her forehead and peered out over the strait. Her grey eyes were clear and resolute. The clear day was warm and so beautiful that her heart filled with bittersweet joy. Grateful for this last gift from the Goddess, Ravarian pulled in her line and the small fish on it. Once it was stored in her cooler, she moved her boat again. No one watching her would be able to see when she palmed the fossil and let it slip beneath the waves as she pulled in her catch. Hours went by as she continued to cast her line.
Her task accomplished, Ravarian decided to stop performing for her watchers. Returning to shore with her cooler full of her catch, she was met by the young man she had rented the boa from. He grinned at her and the size of her haul. They bantered about her luck. She loaded her steam car to return home and smiled her good-bye. As the steam filled the chamber and she began to move, Ravarian gave a final salute. The lad laughed and way her away. When her vehicle crested the rise on its way back to the city, his face took on a serious expression and he returned to the hut. On his desk was the dash-key and, without wasting a minute, he tapped out his report and hit "send".
She was ready when the uninvited visitors came. Her mind was at peace. As she opened her door to them, she had the random thought that the police reports and newspapers would report her death as a victim of a brutal home invasion burglary. Ravarian was shoved into her living room as one of the men tore her pictures and books from the walls. The other set a bad down that clunked with ominous metallic sounds and approached her with the gait of a predator. She knew that the next few hours would be unpleasant for her and frustrating for her guests. No one would hear her screams. They wouldn't learn what they wanted to know, only enough of a story so they wouldn't go after her loved ones. This particular chapter of the Sunstone would close for now, but she was confident that the little fossils, there would be another day just as she know she wouldn't live to see the next sunrise.


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Now available on Amazon: Unscripted (The Unspoken Series Book 2) by M.C. Decker. #Contemporary #Romance

 
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Sometimes life isn’t always that perfect script.After a decade of searching for happiness, Brooke Anderson finally found what she was looking for when she collided with the one she let get away. The devastatingly handsome Rich Davis not only offered Brooke her dream job, but his heart as well. Just when everything seemed like a perfectly scripted fairy tale — tragedy struck. Will Rich and Brooke’s love survive? Will their script finally end in the Happily Ever After they both so desperately desire?
   



         

PrologueDecember 2012It’s been three months since my life changed in the blink of an eye. I was planning a wedding to the most amazing man – a man who I already thought I’d lost once. Fortunately, he hadn’t given up on us and he had found me again. In the short time we were together, he taught me to trust – to trust in love, to trust in him and to trust in us.I was an up-and-coming, government editor at the Washington Post – partly because of Rich and partly because of my hard work, perseverance and dedication. I loved my job. It was my dream come true.Rich had also given me the best gift possible when I found out that I was pregnant. At the time, I didn’t know I even wanted children of my own. It wasn’t really something I thought too much about. I was over thirty and hadn’t been in a committed relationship for a number of years, but once I saw those two little pink lines – I wanted nothing more than to be a mom.We were planning a Christmas wedding. I knew I would be showing by then, but I had always dreamt of getting married surrounded by glowing evergreens. In fact, Rich and his best man, Blake, had already used their connections and secured the Weather Room on the sixty-seventh floor of Rockefeller Center. Typically, the room was only available from January through mid-November, but Rich and Blake were quite a team and once they batted their eyelashes a few times, the event coordinator caved and allowed us to rent the private space for December 15.It would have been beautiful, overlooking the magical tree that Rich had taken me to a year earlier. I was so stubborn at that point. If only I had opened my heart to him then, maybe I wouldn’t be sitting here alone now – on the same day that was supposed to be the happiest day of my life.Just as the first of the day’s tears started trickling down my cheeks, I heard a light knocking on my door. Seriously, I feel like I’d been crying since that day in September. I didn’t think it was possible to have so many tears stored in the human body. I was hoping that eventually they would just dry up, but I was starting to believe that would never happen.Rising from the couch, I padded my way to the front door. Looking out the peephole, I saw Cassidy waving at me from the other side. I was relieved to know I wouldn’t have to spend the afternoon alone. Earlier, I had insisted that my father go out for the afternoon even though he reassured me time and again that he would cancel his plans.I had moved back to Michigan right before Thanksgiving. I tried to make it work in Washington D.C. and at the Post, but it was just too difficult. The memories, idle curiosity and constant condolences proved to be too much. I knew everyone meant well, but I just needed to grieve my loss on my own.I opened the door to my best friend’s outstretched arms.“Awww, honey, you should have called me earlier. I would’ve been here hours ago,” she said, as I buried my head in her chest.“This was supposed to be the happiest day of my life, Cass. What happened? Why did I let this happen?”“It’ll get easier, Brookie – you’ll see,” she added reassuringly, as she ran her fingers through my tangled hair. “Why don’t we pop in a movie – I just so happened to grab Magic Mike out of the Redbox on my way over,” she said with a wink. “If Matthew McConaughey’s voice alone can’t make you ‘O’ then we have more serious issues than I thought.”“Ohmigod, I think you have officially lost your damn mind,” I giggled. “But, thank you. You always seem to know what I need. And, a naked Channing Tatum is just what the doctor ordered.”Just as I was setting a bowl of popcorn on the table and getting myself comfy on the couch, my phone rang. I startled from the sudden noise and reached out for it. Looking at the caller ID, I just stared at it for a few more rings.“Cass, you need to answer it. I just can’t take this right now – especially not today.”

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M.C. Decker is the author of the Unspoken Series. The first book, Unwritten, was released in late 2014 and its sequel, Unscripted, will be released in late June 2015. She lives in a suburb of Flint, Michigan with her husband, Brian, and spoiled-rotten Siamese cat, Simon. For the last decade, she has worked as a journalist for several community newspapers in Michigan's Thumb region. She enjoys all things '80s and '90s pop culture: movies, boy bands, music and especially the color, hot pink. She also strictly lives by the motto, "Life is better in flip flops," and is a diehard Detroit Tigers fan.



     

Magic Mike XXL ain’t got nothin’ on Kinky Kinkaid. Kinkaid by Rie Warren. Book 4 in the Bad Boys of Retribution Series.

BLURB:From the world of Carolina Bad Boys and Retribution MC, a steamy New Adult standalone novella . . . Magic Mike XXL ain’t got nothin’ on Kinky Kinkaid.
Kinkaid:
Bonafide pussy magnet. Kinky Kaid I wanna get laid. Yeah, I’ve been called that shit and more. It comes with the territory. See, I’m a male stripper. I shake my moneymaker so I can pay the bills and take care of my people.
I’m also a hardcore, hell-bent biker dude, the newest prospect at Retribution MC. Probie 2.0, and they can never find out how I earn my living. Women love me. They toss their panties at me. They push hundred dollar bills into my G-string. I’m down and dirty and the honeys dig it. All but one.
There’s this girl, Sadie. She’s beautiful and funny and kickass with some major ink. I’d never make a move on her because she’s my best friend.

Sadie:
Best friend? Bullshit. Kinkaid treats me like I’m his kid sister. I’m the hell-raiser, the tomboy dirt biker, his late night call but never like that. He thinks he’s safe from me. I’m going to prove him wrong. I’ll make him see me as a woman one way or the other. 
When I find out what Kinkaid’s been hiding there’s hell to pay. Except then he gives me a lap dance. A hot, wicked, panty-melting lap dance. A lap dance that unleashes our intense desire, fresh jealousy, distrust and anger.
Everything changes after that, and not for the better. I love him. I hate him. I can’t lose him. Sometimes I can’t stand him. He’s hot as sin on a sultry lowcountry night, and he’s still my best friend.
I don’t know if he’s man enough to give me what I need.
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EXCERPT: I accepted a stiff drink from Rebel-Mae, the funky punk bartender with the glow-in-the-dark pink fauxhawk, forgetting for a moment I was the Grade-A beef in the joint. No sooner than I took my first sip of Jack, women surrounded me, pressing against me, panting all over me. I couldn’t very well leave the clients out in the cold. I slung an arm around one of them and smiled at another, raising my eyes in a help-me expression across the bar toward Rebel-Mae when something familiar snagged my gaze. I did a double take. Then a triple look. Then my legs almost collapsed out from under me. My heart went sluggish. My body felt cold. My gaze stopped on none other than Sadie my-motherfucking-best-friend Grace. Holeeey Shit.She stared at me with wide unblinking eyes and pink spots on her cheeks. Everything got real hot, real fast. I hadn’t been this nekkie in front of my best girl since . . . oh yeah . . . never. I was acutely aware of that fact as Sadie’s eyes coasted painstakingly from the top of my head all the way to my toes like she was taking inventory. My heart returned to its normal rhythm then it decided to go one better and jackhammer in my chest. I returned Sadie’s stare with the same scrutiny. No wonder I hadn’t picked her out in the crowd. Sitting about five feet away from me, she looked like a complete stranger . . . a very sexy stranger.Sadie usually wore paint-splattered coveralls, torn jeans, and baggy T-shirts with her thick hair braided down her back. Tonight her hair hung loose and straight as a sunbeam. It reminded me of the beach at Isle of Palms—a mixture of white gold and sun-spun brown, little sparks of red filtered in. Soft and silky and silty. It wasn’t just the hair that blew me away. Sadie had curves all of a sudden. Where the hell had those come from? The killer dress was the same turquoise blue as her eyes and made her irises stand out all the more. The dress? Oh man, it was silk or something, cinched at her waist with a straight skirt that didn’t go low enough on her thighs as far as I was concerned. And the top? That was no better. The neckline needed to be a lot higher, turtleneck high, come to think of it. As it was, the damn thing hugged what looked like perfectly round tits, a suspicion supported by the fact a tight V of tawny cleavage was very, very visible.Finally—dear Lord—her long willowy legs ended in inappropriately strappy, high heels. Not her standard, sexy Fox Racing Moto-X boots. This was not the regulation Sadie uniform I was used to. Her outfit definitely affected the blood pounding through my body—loudly in my ears and coursing lower at an alarming rate to my cock. My cock that was barely covered in black mesh. Yeah, it was about to bulk up.Sadie only glanced away from me when one of her group tapped her on the shoulder. The chicks giggled and whispered, and my worst fears were soon confirmed. It was a bachelorette party. Yep, one of the babes wore a veil and a white sash that read: Bridezilla! Tall glasses littered the table, and out of each one popped every bride-to-be’s favorite party favor: a plastic penis straw. The women were well lubricated, well on their way to Happyville with a trip to Hangover City in the morning. Sadie didn’t look happy. Not one bit. I’d thought her discovering my dirty little secret was the worst of it. I was proven wrong in the next instant when Sadie’s crazed posse pointed at me, chanting, “LAP DANCE! LAP DANCE! LAP DANCE!”You have got to be fucking kidding me.But no. It got a million times worse when Bride-fucking-zilla (that shit was no joke apparently) got up, drunk-swayed over to me, and pushed me at Sadie. “With her!” Bridezilla shouted as I stumbled in Sadie’s direction. “WHAT?” I caught myself moments before I face-dived between Sadie’s legs, rocked backward, and then quickly moved clear to the other side of the table. Where my ass was immediately pinched. Bridezilla looked expectantly at me then Sadie.“What?” Sadie echoed my question.“Well, you two can’t keep your eyes off each other,” said the blonde wifey-to-be. “Might as well get your hands in on the action too.”This can't be happening . . . Jesus fucking Christ.Yahoo! said my cock. That thing needed a choke on it.Older brother/best friend? I felt none of those things all of a sudden, especially when Sadie looked in my direction and slowly wet her lips. Maybe shock and horror wasn’t quite what she was feeling after all. I was definitely hot-faced, and no way did I want to give my best friend—my hottie hot best friend—a freakin’ lap dance. Unfortunately the rules were the rules. “Gotta go change first,” I mumbled.



CAROLINA BAD BOYS SERIES
Stone, At Your Service, Book #1. Available now. http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00MRPKWAY
Love, In The Fast Lane, Book #2. Available now.Steele, Into Your Heart, Book #3. Available now. http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00RSVAEL4
RIDE, the complete New Adult novella featured in Stone. Available now. http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00PSMR26K

NEXT IN SERIES:CHROME, WITH A HEART FORGED IN STEELE. Book #4.The bigger they are, the harder they fall.Coming summer 2015.



Author Bio: Rie is the badass, sassafras author of Sugar Daddy and the Don’t Tell series–a breakthrough trilogy that crosses traditional publishing boundaries beginning with In His Command. Her latest endeavors include the Carolina Bad Boys, a fun, hot, and southern-sexy series.

A Yankee transplant who has traveled the world, Rie started out a writer—causing her college professor to blush over her erotic poetry without one ounce of shame. Not much has changed. She swapped pen for paintbrushes and followed her other love during her twenties. From art school to marriage to children and many a wild and wonderful journey in between, Rie has come home to her calling. Her work has been called edgy, daring, and some of the sexiest smut around.

You can connect with Rie via the social media hangouts listed on her website https://www.riewarren.com. She is represented by Saritza Hernandez, Corvisiero Literary Agency. http://www.corvisieroagency.com/Saritza_Hernandez.html
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Two men want me and I, them. Simple, right? Not like this. Pieces of One by SVC Ricketts. Book 1 in The dark life collection.

 
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Two men want me and I, them. Simple, right? Not like this.For over two years, I’ve been dealing with a pain in the ass MY way.Separately.She has her life and I have mine. They don’t intermingle. It’s the only way to keep things rational. But now she’s done something monumentally stupid and the only way to untangle myself from her mess is to live life in her shoes. Me, on the run in five inch stilettos. Great.My name is Trista Dividir. I have Dissociative Identity Disorder and Marvy is my other personality, my alter.To get my life back, I lie, I cheat, and I fall for both of her lovers. Little do I know, I am not the only liar.Did I mention I have another alter? Yeah, I didn’t know about her either.Book one in a three part romantic suspense series with a smattering of smexy in between. In the end, you’ll find your HEA…maybe.Due to mature content and excessive whatever, this is a recommended read for age 18+.







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SVC Ricketts is a Contemporary Romance author and professional smart alec (self-professed). Her work has been recognized by the Pacific Northwest Writers Association and was selected as a finalist for the 2013 PNWA Literary Competition in the Romance category.Raised between Southern California and Oahu, she moved to the Pacific Northwest in 1993 and although she loves it here, her heart belongs to the Islands - it always will. When she's not in, what she loving calls "book-mode," she multitasks her life between her hilarious adult special needs daughter, super smexy husband of 11 years, two dogs, and sweating out her stress in a hot yoga studio.


       

Forget everything you know about grim reapers. Dead girl walking by Ruth Silver. #Paranormal #Fiction #YoungAdult

Dead Girl Walking (Royal Reaper Book 1) AUTHOR: Ruth SilverGENRE: Young Adult, ParanormalORIGINAL PUBLICATION DATE: November 25, 2014


 
Forget everything you know about grim reapers.
Princess Ophelia Dacre sneaks out of the castle to visit her boyfriend in secret. A perfect night cut short when she’s brutally murdered.
Ophelia is given the rare chance to become a grim reaper. She must become Leila Bele, cut ties with her old life, and follow the rules of the reapers. Her greatest adventure begins with death.
Includes the prequel Ashes to Ashes as a bonus story.



“Listen, kid, I don’t care what you believe in. It’s not for me to say what’s true and untrue, real or unreal. My assignment was you. You get to be one of us, if you want it. Otherwise, you move on, life is over, kaput.”
Ophelia backed away from the stranger. For the first time, she realized she didn’t feel cold and wasn’t shivering. Is this what being dead was like? “One of you?”
“A grim reaper.” He held out his hand to properly introduce himself. “Edon Montgomery, head reaper and old soul.”

 
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Ruth Silver is the best-selling author of the Aberrant trilogy. With a passion for writing and a love of story-telling, Ruth is actively writing two series: Royal Reaper and Orenda. She also writes The Federal Agent Chronicles, an adult romance series under the name Ravyn Rayne for Blushing Books. Her interests include traveling, reading, and photography. Her favorite vacation destination is Australia. Ruth currently resides in Plainfield, Illinois. 


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IT'S LIVE! River Walk: Ten Kinky Collaborations ~ Al Daltrey & Friends. #Erotica #BDSM #Release

IT'S LIVE! Title ~ River Walk: Ten Kinky CollaborationsAuthor ~ Al Daltrey & Friends Gina Whitney ~ Lena Black ~ Julie JaretMelissa Asleson ~ Rosemary Willhide ~ Noelle BodhaineJen Lassalle Edwards ~ Ali Reynolds ~ Tiffany Huegele ~ Jaycee DaltreyGenre ~ Erotica BDSM Amazon US ~ Amazon UK ~ Amazon AU ~ Amazon CASmashwords ~ Barnes & Noble ~ iBooks  The concept behind this book involves 10 female writers bringing to life stories that stem from one male Dom. True collaborations. (Similar to a ‘Duets’ albums). Intentionally, a range of female authors were approached. Some are established and successful; while others were previously unpublished. Some had direct experience in the BDSM lifestyle, while others did not. All of this was intentional, to ensure a fresh, unique, range of stories. Each writer brought her flare, her style, and her talent to the project. The subtle connection linking the stories relates to the famous River Walk in San Antonio Texas.    Ten Kinky CollaborationsThe Power of a Woman by Gina Whitney & Al DaltreyOur demons were made for each other. Our facades mean nothing when it's just me and you. Sin from thy lips. Trespass sweetly urged! Give me my sin again and again. A modern day Romeo and Juliet meets Sopranos. SPANKED! by Lena Black & Al DaltreyRecent college graduate Mila Petrov needed money to repay endless school loans. How far would she be willing to go when she meets a handsome doctor with a dark side and a mysterious machine?
 Hostage Situation by Julie Jaret & Al Daltrey
Locked in the vault during a robbery gone wrong, a bank teller, Kate Watson, explores her boundaries with the sexy new security guard. Un-Cashed Cheque by Melissa Asleson & Al Daltrey
The road of self-discovery can be long, but for Macy Seduva, an unplanned detour could actually be the most effective route. The Discover Ring by Rosemary Willhide & Al DaltreyAll wedding planner, Sylvie Hancock, wants is to marry her longtime boyfriend. In her quest for an engagement ring, she discovers an unexpected desire simmering deep within. One Last Cigarette by Noelle Bodhaine & Al DaltreyWe all have three lives: public, private and secret. Jackie’s secret is her vice, in private she longs for more, in public she is happy. When someone’s virtue pulls her in, will her vice push him away? Through the Ages by Jen Lassalle Edwards & Al DaltreyAn older submissive, Libby Simms, befriends her nurse, while ill in the hospital. She shares the story of her life, including her deepest secrets.
First Journey Second Thoughts by Ali Reynolds and Al DaltreyA young woman, Lia Deyns, explores her very first kinky relationship with a Master. It’s a journey she’s not soon to forget, but will she have second thoughts?
Three Wishes by Tiffany Huegele & Al DaltreyA husband grants his wife, Amelia Hopkins, three wishes. She in turn, grants him one. Will she play it safe or step out of her comfort zone?
Love's Notion by Jaycee & Al Daltrey Vivian returns to her hometown and stumbles across a picture of her teenage crush. Unable to squash her curiosity, she decides to stalk him. She knows it's wrong, yet can't help but play with fire.   Make an Authors Day! Review their book! One-Click ~ Read ~ Review ~ Repeat

Chicago Syndicate Series, #3: For Andriano by Soraya Naomi. #Giveaway #Suspense #Series #Romance #DarkFiction

SYNOPSIS:
Adriano Montesi’s life has always revolved around women, his family, and the Chicago Syndicate. As a Capo and Luca DeMiliano’s right hand man, he’s one of the four highest ranking men in the organization, and he’s fought many to maintain his position.
Adriano’s current assignment is locating Camilla Guillermo, the one woman who’s captured his attention beyond a simple fuck. He and Cam have a history together that no one knows about, and now that she’s disappeared, he’s eager to find her and discover her sordid past. What might seem like a routine mission has become an obsession for Adriano.
Italian beauty, Camilla Guillermo, is lost and alone in the world. Running away from a past that haunts her and the man that deceived her. But wherever she goes, Adriano is always with her, always in her thoughts.
Out of money and out of options, Cam has no place to turn but back to the Loop, back to the one place she wants to avoid.
When Adriano finds Camilla, everything between them will change. No matter how much they are drawn to each other, Cam is now off limits by boss’s orders. And in the Chicago Syndicate, you don’t defy the boss’s orders unless you’re prepared to live with the consequences.

A romantic suspense.A dark romance.





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For Adriano (Chicago Syndicate, #3) by Soraya Naomi
Excerpt: Adriano’s point of view
As I climb the stairs to the strip club of the Syndicate’s three-story headquarters, located alongside the North Shore of Chicago’s suburbs, I already recognize voices coming from the room at the end of the hall. I’m greeted by Luca and James, who are in the middle of the room beside the rounded burgundy sofa. I nod to both of them and fix my focus on the unknown woman with an attractive bob standing next to James. I’m usually not a fan of women with short hair, but who is this delectable creature?James takes his cue to introduce us. “Adriano, meet Camilla. She’ll be working here at the club from now on.”Why did he suddenly hire someone new? We’re not understaffed. I can’t help but stare at her. My god, her legs go on forever; she’s almost as tall as I am, and I’m over six feet. I inspect her body slowly, like no one is watching, and when I reach her face, I’m pleasantly stunned that she’s challenging me with an arc of her perfectly shaped eyebrow. Her eyes are deep brown, heavily lashed, and slightly tilted up at the corners. Her cheeks are delicately boned. She looks absolutely appetizing in a tight, black knee-length dress. Sexy, yet not too revealing. In other words, she’s smokin’ hot! “Camilla, nice to meet you.” I go old-school, take her hand in mine, and kiss her knuckles.Luca hides an eye-roll, but I catch it and grin.“Adriano,” she says huskily.Her voice is hoarse. Hoarse in the sexiest way I’ve ever encountered. I didn’t expect that sensual voice to accompany this striking woman who smells like vanilla. With her, my obsession with vanilla ignited. “Welcome to our little establishment.” Then I address James while holding on to her hand, “What will she be doing here?”“Bartending,” James answers.“Then I better show her the ropes.” I let the pad of my thumb swirl over her fingers, and she shivers noticeably; she’s not immune to my charms. And I guide this interesting woman to the bar, which is a stainless steel and black granite area that’s open at each end and set up like a juice bar.She speaks before we step behind it. “I can make drinks.”Her simple statement has me confused.“You look like you don’t believe I can tend the bar,” she elaborates.Oh no, sweetheart, I’m not doubting your qualifications. I’m just staggered by the sex vibes you’re throwing around with that voice and those gorgeous lean legs.I smirk while extending my hand, inviting her behind the bar. “No, I believe you.”That was the first night I tried to get Cam into my bed. I failed that night and for over three months after and almost gave up my chase, but it was too much fun to try to capture her. I don’t even think she liked me at first.





About Author Soraya Naomi
I was born in South America in 1984 and raised in Europe where I presently reside with my fiancé.
I read many genres but favor intense, dark, seductive, and provocative novels where the male character loves fiercely, without remorse or boundaries. I also adore forbidden love tales and have an odd fascination with kidnapping romances. No, I don't secretly want to be kidnapped, though!
I have a passionate obsession with the written word and indulge in chocolate pastries much too often.
My debut novel For Fallon (Chicago Syndicate, #1) was released on July 26, 2014. I’m honored that For Fallon won “Best Breakout Novel 2014” in the Novel Grounds Semi Annual Literary Awards.

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