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Release Blitz: The Perfect Submissive Box Set - by Kay Jaybee @kay_jaybee #bdsm #erotic #romance

The Perfect Submissive Box Set byKay Jaybee
PUBLISHED ON 5th APRIL 2019


"Readers, hold on... it's a crazy ride. If you like your erotica dark and dirty, then this is the book for you." -The Romance Reviews
The Fifth Floor
Hidden on the fifth floor of the Fables Hotel's respectable facade, five specially adapted rooms wait; ready to cater for the kinky requirements of its select guests. 
When Mrs Peters, the mistress of the hotel's exclusive entertainment facility, meets the new booking clerk, Jess Sanders, she recognises the young woman's potential as a deliciously meek addition to her specialist staff. All it will take is a little education. 
Under the tutelage of the dominatrix, Miss Sarah, Jess learns to cope with her unexpected training schedule, the increasingly erotic chill she experiences each time she survives a new level of correction, and a truly sexy exercise routine…
"It was one of the better ones [BDSM novels] that I have read... overall, The Perfect Submissive is a great read. The plot is excellent and it leaves you wondering what is going to happen next?" - Sizzling Hot Books


The Retreat


No sooner has Jess Sanders embraced her role as submissive, when Mrs Peters, informs her that she and Miss Sarah have been loaned to The Retreat; an adult establishment in the remote glens of Scotland. Suddenly, Jess finds herself caught in a mind-bendingly erotic fairytale experience at the hands of the unyielding David Proctor, and his staff.
Desperate to return to her submissive life on the fifth floor, Jess finds herself trapped. David Proctor wants to keep her for himself…
"...The characters are fascinating with a depth that you don't get often. They each have various facets to their personalities that make them unique and realistic. They are compelling and one moment you will love them and the next moment hate the same character.  This is true throughout both books as we are introduced to new characters in The Retreat...Kay Jaybee does a great job of involving us in the plight of various characters  especially the  main character, Jess..."  - Illustrious Illusions
Knowing Her Place
Desperate to see Mrs Peters, Miss Sarah, and the Fables Hotel again, Jess discovers she can win her freedom is she agrees to go on a specialised quest.With a list of five unknown addresses in her hand, the submissive is driven from The Retreat in Scotland towards England.
With no idea of what or who awaits her at each stop, all Miss Jess Sanders can do is hope that her journey will eventually take her back to the fifth floor, where she truly knows her place...
"If you like your BDSM dark and full of tension, then this is the book for you. Overall, a fab read. Absorbing from beginning to end with lots of delicious twists and turns, it left me wondering when the sequel is coming out!" - Erotica For All
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B i o:

Kay Jaybee was named Best Erotica Writer of 2015 by the ETOKay received an honouree mention at the NLA Awards 2015 for excellence in BDSM writing.
Kay Jaybee has over 180 erotica publications including, The Perfect Submissive Trilogy; The Fifth Floor, The Retreat and Knowing Her Place(KJBooks, 2018), Making Him Wait (Sinful Press, 2018), Wednesday on Thursday, (KDP, 2017), The Collector (KDP, 2016), A Sticky Situation (Xcite, 2013), Digging Deep, (Xcite 2013), Take Control, (1001 NightsPress, 2014), and Not Her Type (1001 NightsPress), 2013.
Details of all her short stories and other publications can be found at www.kayjaybee.me.uk 
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Book Tour + #Giveaway - Betrayal [Corrupt Empire Series] by Sarah Bailey @sbaileyauthor #DarkRomance

BetrayalCorrupt Empire Book 1bySarah Bailey

Genre:Dark Contemporary Romance


It all started one dark night. The last night I saw my family. The night I met him. The only man to haunt my every moment.

Her

I witnessed something I was never meant to see.

He took me.

He broke me.

He made me his.

And now he wants to use me to bring down my family.

Him

I was never meant to have her.

The daughter of the scum who stole my life.

I took her.

I broke her.

I made her mine.

And now she'll do anything I say.

One tattooed anti-hero gets caught up in a whirlwind with an innocent heiress. It'll keep you on your toes with its web of lies and secrets.

If you're a fan of dark romance, dive into Betrayal, the first book in the explosive Corrupt Empire Series.


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Born and raised in Sussex, UK near the Ashdown Forest where she grew up climbing trees and building Lego towns with her younger brother. Sarah fell in love with novels when she was a teenager reading her aunt's historical regency romances. She has always loved the supernatural and exploring the darker side of romance and fantasy novels.

Sarah currently resides in the Scottish Highlands with her husband. Music is one of her biggest inspirations and she always has something on in the background whilst writing. She is an avid gamer and is often found hogging her husband's Xbox.


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Historical Romance - The Devil Take You - Out Today! Enjoy the First Chapter!

WOO HOO! The big day has finally arrived. Gard and Brae are back! The Devil Take You 

I believe your stay in purgatory has only just begun...

Braelynn Galbraith wants peace for her beloved Scotland, marriage to her childhood sweetheart, and a house full of children. In that order. But evil incarnate, in the form of Gard Marschand, turns her life inside out and destroys all hope of a decent marriage. 

Known in the Highlands as the legendary devil, Gard Marschand raids his way across Scotland and England amassing power and property in his malevolent wake. He will stop at nothing in his pursuit to regain what is lost— even conceal his true identity and associate with his enemies. His determination is all-consuming until he and his men lay siege to Ross-shire and one feisty Scottish lass obliterates his single-minded purpose. 
Can Gard abandon his deep-seated need for revenge for a love that just might save his rotten soul? Or will he succumb to the demons that hound him and surrender to the devil within?

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The Devil Take You
Ross-Shire, Scotland, April 1307 

Braelynn Galbraith ran as if the hounds of hell were nipping at her heels. This time they might well be. “Please God, if ya get me outta this one last scrape, I promise I will never pass another message to the rebels again.” 

Since Brae had taken up the cause she had been chased many times, yet she had always managed to avoid capture. By now she should have learned her lesson. This would be her final escapade one way or the other. The territory was becoming much too dangerous for such folly. 

The steady beat of hooves pounded in her ears as the unknown pursuers bore down on her. Brae ran for the cliffs. The strategy had worked in the past. 

Brae rounded the dune with her plaid bunched into her fists to keep her legs free. With an additional burst of speed born of pure fear, she veered for the bluff. By the time she reached the crags, more horsemen had appeared on the rock face. She skidded to a halt, caught between the two. She had to make a decision, and fast. 

Following her first instinct, she scurried over the rocks and ducked under the overhang, then slid through an arch that water and wind had eroded over time. 

Brae launched herself into the shadowy mouth of the first tunnel she came to. 

Molding herself against the cavern wall, she listened intently for the horsemen above while gulping much-needed air into her burning lungs. Though her chest heaved, she tried not to make a sound. 

Trembling in the darkness and unable to keep the memories at bay, Brae found her thoughts returning, as they often did, to the one other time she had nearly been detained. On that occasion, she had hidden in a narrow crevice. Not by design and quite by accident, she had fallen into it while fleeing from her would-be captors. 

Fortunately, the crag had been deep enough to swallow her whole. At the time, she had been certain she’d broken every bone in her body. Before she could take inventory of any injury, she’d heard the clip clop of a horse’s hooves dancing very close to the gap. Luckily, she had not been wedged so far down that she couldn’t see the surface. 

Holding her breath, she had hazarded a glance upward, only to meet the most ferocious set of black eyes she had ever encountered in her eighteen years. His predatory stare had chilled her. 

The stranger had been dressed severely, all in black. Everything about him was dark—his eyes, his hair and clothing, even the billowing overlong cloak that snapped like thunder in the wind. The fine whiskers covering his cheeks only added to his sinister air. For a split second, she had believed she was enduring her last moments. But to her utter shock, he had gestured to his men and reported the all-clear. As she’d stared up at him in shock and gratitude, he had directed his mount slowly away from her hiding place. 

Much later, to her horror, she had discovered he was none other than the man they called the devil. His misdeeds were legendary in the highlands. If the stories were true, he was a thief, a murderer, and a rapist. His innumerable offenses appeared to have no rhyme nor reason. One scheme seemed to benefit the English, the next gave advantage to the Scots. No one knew for certain where his loyalties lay. 

Since then, Brae had been plagued by his actions. Many a morning when between wakefulness and dreaming she roused to find his black eyes swimming before her. The devil stalked her dreams, taunting her. Why had he allowed her to escape and not dispatched her forthwith, as she knew he was capable? Whose side was he on? She spent hours thinking of possibilities. Was he—like so many of her countrymen, forced to make choices—pretending to conform to English rule while remaining true to Scotland in their hearts? Or had he merely considered her inconsequential. His mistake. 

Brae knew the messages she passed between the rebels not only diverted senseless slaughter and aided the efforts to establish Scottish independence, but also thwarted the English in their pursuit of domination. However, she was equally aware the missives she had traded had also caused harm and even death. And that was something she had to live with. She longed for the day when peace could be taken for granted. 

Snapping from her reverie, Brae realized there were no sounds from above save the wind and the waves crashing. 

Fairly confident she had lost her pursuers, Brae lifted the hem of her plaid and picked her way through the empty passageways. 

“Ahhh,” she sighed in relief and even allowed a smile. She lowered her guard for just a moment and in the next instance found herself pinned against the slimy rocks. An unknown assailant slapped his filthy hand over her mouth. 

Brae squirmed, while screaming into his smelly palm. 

The man spoke in rapid French. 

“I dinna understand ya,” she mumbled against his hand. She knew a bit of the language but could not speak fluently. 

“I will not hurt you, Mademoiselle,” he repeated in broken English. “That is, if you can get me out of this hellish maze.” 
Brae continued to struggle until he pressed his knee between her legs, then leaned his big body against her. Afraid of what else he intended, she stilled. Her heart pounded even more now than during the chase. 

“I may even reward you,” he added, slowly removing his hand from her mouth, yet he kept her in his hold. 

“Let me go,” Brae demanded, thrashing about. 

“Help me return to my men. I was separated from them and became lost in these passages.” 

“Why should I?” Brae’s voice shook. 

“Could you not use the reward and save yourself some bodily harm?” he threatened, shifting his leg still lodged in her skirts. 

“I dinna trust ya. Release me and I will get us both outta here.” 

“And I do not trust you, Mademoiselle. ‘Tis obvious you know these tunnels well. You could outmaneuver me and leave me here to die.” He eased his knee away. Still crowding her, he kept a firm hold of her forearm with one hand while he rooted in his pocket. He pulled out a sizable oval stone then held it aloft. “Yours.” Easing his grip, he stepped back. He lifted her hand and placed the cold mineral into her palm. “Help me safely rejoin my men and you may keep this bauble. Create a diversion so we can make a clean getaway, and that will bring you much more. ‘Tis very valuable.” 

Brae hesitated to accept anything from him, leery of what the more might entail once she led him to safety. Ross-shire had been under siege many times in the last few years. Living under an enemy’s rule had given Brae an extreme understanding of what men were about, especially in numbers. 

“Mademoiselle!” Her latest captor snapped her from her musings, reminding her of the tight spot she found herself in. 

She had no choice. “A’righ’. Follow me.” She pushed off from the rock wall. 
“We will hold onto each other,” he said, grasping her arm. “Until we reach our destination.” 

“Where are your men? Be they the ones above”—she pointed to the surface—”or the ones beyond?” 

“Above.” His eyebrows rose. 

“They were headed for the waterside o’ the cliffs,” Brae explained. “We are best to go this way.” 

Carefully she led him through the darkness, using the filtering light to guide the way. 

“What if your men are entangled in combat with the ones who are trackin’ me?” 

“They are not chasing you, Mademoiselle. ‘Tis I they pursue.” 

“So, I’m leadin’ ya to your death, then?” 

“You would not be so lucky. When they realize I’m not with my men, they will continue their search. I am the target, not my men.” 

“And what will happen when they find me with ya?” Her stomach cramped. 

“I will do my utmost to protect you.” 

She did not believe that boast, since he was the coward hiding in the caves. 

“Shhh,” Brae warned. “I hear voices up ahead.” 

Her kidnapper’s hand tightened on her forearm. 

“Stay here while I see who be aboot,” Brae whispered as she approached a shaft of daylight beaming through a cleft in the rock above. 

“Merci, Mademoiselle,” he said, relief evident in his voice. 

Cautiously, Brae boosted herself up, trying not to give their whereabouts away. 

“Are your men dressed in opulent English splendor?” Brae asked acerbically. 

“Oui.” He chuckled. “Be there a white horse with a black star on his left haunch?” 
“Aye,” she replied. 

“And the others? Giving chase?” 

“No sign.” She eased herself down. 

Immediately, the man took her place in the void. He took a moment, as if weighing his options. 

“Merci, Mademoiselle,” he said, athletically hiking himself to the surface. 

Brae blinked. In the darkness of the cave, she had been unable to see him clearly. His sweat-soaked shirt clung to his muscular upper body. 

He offered her his hand, which she declined. 

“Perhaps a wise choice, Mademoiselle,” he said, with an indulgent grin. “What is your name?” 

Uncertain she should tell him, she raked her lower lip. 

“I only ask so you might collect your reward in the future. One day you may be in need of my influence.” 

“Who are you?” she blurted. 

“Gaveston,” he said with a flourish, then he narrowed his gaze. 

Should I know the name? It did not ring any bells. 

“Galbraith,” she responded, in kind. 

With a chortle, he bowed. “Mademoiselle Galbraith. I am indebted to you.” 

Fleetingly, she thought he was quite handsome. 

“Do not forget, the gem will prove your identity. Return it to its true owner and you will be granted any boon you may ask, in payment for saving my life this day.” He shrugged. “Or perhaps if you find yourself in need of coin, the bauble will bring a tidy profit. You cannot lose here.” 

With a disreputable grin, he ran for the white horse, then vaulted onto its back with stealth and ease. 

Brae poked her head out from the rock face. “How will I ken the rightful owner?” 
“You will”—he said with certainty—”if, and when, the time comes.” 

How cryptic. “How am I to find ya? You’re fleein’?” 

“I will not be gone long. Perhaps even less time than some might wish. Bonne chance, Mademoiselle.” He kicked the horse into motion. “Keep up your end of the bargain now and create a diversion.” 

“And you, good luck.” Brae slid the cold stone into her bodice for safe keeping, which left her hands free. She heaved herself onto the flat rock above, then ran in the opposite direction Gaveston had ridden. It was not long before the other Englishmen caught sight of her and gave chase. Once again, her familiarity of the terrain served her well. Within minutes Brae was safely ensconced in the maze of passageways while the soldiers above shouted and searched. 

Having nothing but time while she waited for them to depart, she held the stone up to the light. The clear blue gem was hard and cold. “Beautiful,” she murmured. “Whatever it is.” 

The precious stone was oval in shape, except for one damaged edge. She ran her finger over the flaw, convinced it had been sanded smooth. 

“And what of the true owner?” she whispered. Gaveston had insinuated the person might be of some import. Yet how am I to know? She shrugged, dismissing it. Gaveston was most likely full of bunk, only concerned with saving his own skin. The bauble was almost certainly fake as well. She didn’t care. It was very pretty. She fitted it into her bodice. 

As dusk descended, Brae climbed stealthily from the depression. With no riders in sight, she scurried over the escarpment and headed toward Ross-shire. First, she would alert the vicar she had survived another mission.

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Book Tour + #Giveaway - Silk: Confessions of an Online Sex Worker - by Vicarious Silk @SilkVicarious #Erotica

Silk: Confessions of an Online Sex WorkerbyVicarious Silk

Genre:Adult Erotica


Silk brings fact and fantasy together in one continuous stream of stories
and memories of her life as an online sex worker. Working with men
seeking normal activities as well as fetish and erotic taboo.

Featuring everything from BDSM to naughty one-time encounters, Silk
takes you behind the scenes and introduces you to all the men and
women in her life. Follow her as she travels from mild-mannered
conservative woman to sex Goddess in one passionate year. Discover
the secret world of online sex worker’s inner thoughts and workings
with this up close and personal look at the men that frequently seek
them out. Meet the women that take care of these men one session at a
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Vicarious Silk, best known as Goddess Kiki Silk, makes her writing debut with Silk Confessions of an Online Sex Worker. A middle-aged southern woman that has moved into the lifestyle of an online sex worker. Writing her memories, experiences, and sexy stories for everyone to enjoy.

Finding the humor in the daily work is an added bonus and creeps into her writing both in books, short stories, and her blog. Follow Kiki on her blog to find out more about this GILF.

When not writing she can be found working on various platforms gathering new material.


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Epic Historical Romance - The Devil Take You - #PreOrder Available Now at Amazon

Epic Historical Scottish Romance, The Devil Take You, is out this Friday, April 5th, but you can Pre-Order it right now at Amazon, and it will be waiting on your kindle when you wake up Friday morning. Or if you can't wait TDTY is available at eXtasy Books, right now. Here's the blurb >>>
I believe your stay in purgatory has only just begun…

Braelynn Galbraith wants peace for her beloved Scotland, marriage to her childhood sweetheart, and a house full of children. In that order. But evil incarnate in the form of Gard Marschand, turns her life inside out and destroys all hope of a decent marriage.

Known in the Highlands as the legendary devil, Gard Marschand, raids his way across Scotland and England amassing power and property in his malevolent wake. He will stop at nothing in his pursuit to regain what is lost—even conceal his true identity and associate with his enemies. His determination is all-consuming until he and his men, lay siege to Ross-shire and one feisty Scottish lass obliterates his single-minded purpose.

Can Gard abandon his deep-seated need for revenge for a love that just might save his rotten soul? Or will he succumb to the demons that hound him and surrender to the devil within?

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Book Tour + #Giveaway - Afterglow [General's Daughter #6] by Breanna Hayse #contemporary #romance

Afterglow
General's Daughter #6byBreanna Hayse


Genre:Contemporary Romance


If you’re an AQUAMAN and Neil Gaiman fan, you WILL fall in love with THE GENERALS’ DAUGHTER
Marine Biologist, and USMC special ops officer, Samantha Quimby, is back with brand new adventures, and (as always) a whole lot of trouble! From a family camping trip in the Sierra Nevadas, to investigating a mysterious phenomena in the black depths of the La Jolla trench, the young woman attracts danger like a bee to honey. As if that’s not enough, Sam’s also introduced to the intimacy of both Richard's love-making and the severity of his discipline. However, neither expect that her instinctive ability to converge with the local cetaceans have an added benefit that can make even the most unpleasant event one Sam longs to repeat as the term,Afterglow,takes on a whole new meaning!
Sam’s not the only one receiving a stern wake-up call from the special man in her life. Teagan, her brother’s girlfriend, is coming face-to-face with the reality that Michael isn’t going to turn a blind eye to her mischief anymore than he does with his sister. Sam’s influence is rubbing off on the quiet girl, and soon Teagan finds herself in more hot water than ever before.
Will Sam ever learn to behave? This question is the ongoing theme with her family and now, her boyfriend, Lt. Richard Lewis is just as involved. The answer-
Probably not.
Finally- in the process of planning a family vacation to Florida, some old, familiar names are brought up on the ‘to visit’ list, including ‘Big Bill’ Johnson (The Game Plan), Dr. Dan Paige and Dorian Graye (The Whip Master, Billion Dollar Daddies and Northern Lights: Lena). Does this mean that the Generals might consider giving in to temptation and have an adventure of their own?You better believe it!

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BDSM/AP lifestyler Breanna Hayse strives to give her readers truth and reality of the BDSM/Age-Play/Total Power and Erotic Exchange lifestyle.
Who am I?I'm a native Californian gone 'wild', and had the opportunity to travel the globe and discover the world through the eyes of both a Marine Intelligence specialist and a BDSM lifestyler. I left the service to go into hospice nursing and grief counseling, eventually working as a marriage and family therapist for those involved in alternative lifestyle development. This experience has allowed me to gain unique inspiration for my books and offer realistic plots and relatable characters.
In 2004, my husband, John, and I joined forces to work with both submissives and dominants- teaching, training, listening and loving. Our goal was to take the mystery and fear out of the lifestyle and mentor people in safe, consensual and healthy relationships. 
My first book, The Game Plan, was published in 2012 and opened the door to the now-booming world of Age-Play literature. Since that time, I've devoted my 'spare' time to writing, researching, community involvement, and private and group pro bono counseling in deviant behavior, alternative lifestyle, and addiction recovery.
I was formally 'dungeon trained' as a Domme before discovering my submissive side when I joined the service. My scenarios are pulled primarily from either personal experience or observation, including spending time in BDSM clubs as the safety/medical officer. My multi-faceted background allows me to glean from many avenues and give a unique and intelligent literary experience through elements of fantasy and fiction. I also discuss the questions and psychology of the lifestyle in a manner that is fun and informative, and based on 'the real deal.'
I live with my husband, musician, and fellow-author, John Hayse, and two border collies in southern California. We practice a 24/7 D&S relationship with speckles of AP (and many trips to Build-A-Bear), and happily spend every moment together that we can. My hobbies include my puppies, hiding my vanilla salt-water taffy where John can't find it, exotic art, collecting inspirational trinkets, and developing my own paddle line. You can also see me as a featured author/instructor in professional conference settings and as a Sexpert for kinkyliterature.com.


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Release Blitz + #Giveaway - Fahrenheit - by Leigh Lennon @4leighlennon #mmf #romanticsuspense

Title: FahrenheitSeries: The Power of Three Love #2Author: Leigh LennonGenre: MMF/SuspenseRelease Date: March 31, 2019
Blurb
The Red Head
Growing up in foster care, I never had a family I could call my own. I’d finally found my place in this world. The only problem, it was in the arms of not one, but two men. Two distinctly different men I’d never be able to choose between.

The Doctor

Finally, I’d found the woman I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. We were deeply in love. There was only one catch. She loved another, too. A surprising compromise was thrown my way. We’d share her, in a committed relationship. But, sharing wasn’t my style. Until, that was, I started to long for him just as much as I did her.

The Fireman

My redhead seductress had laid claim to my heart, along with the good doctor. He denied loving me but I would catch him watching me, with the same hunger in his eyes as he had for the woman we loved. They are both mine, he just didn’t know it yet.

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ExcerptLevi

“Hell, Scar,” I began, “those tacos are almost as delicious as you.” That earned me a laugh by both Jordan and my redhead seductress.

“I know, I’m awesome like that.” She smirked. “You should see what else I can do with my hands.”

“Is that supposed to be a challenge?” Jordan asked.

“I meant in the kitchen, boys. Get your head out of the gutter.” Scar stood, grabbing the plates to clear the items from the table.

As she attempted to snatch my food from in front of me, I spun her around and pulled her onto my lap. “Nope, you aren’t clearing the dishes, Scar. You cooked. Anyway, I think there’s something more important we might need to take care of. You with me, Doc?”

He looked around at the dishes on the table. I should have known the type A personality of our doctor wouldn’t let him concentrate with a mess. “Doc, work with me here.”

He stood, moving to where Scar was sitting on my lap, her skirt offering easy access. “Um, yeah, I can let a dirty kitchen slide this time because I have many dirty thoughts of you on my mind, Red.”

I loved his analogy. It was something a control freak would say to make him feel better about leaving a mess. And it was cute. Fuck, I wanted to dirty him as much as he wanted to dirty Scar. “Good one, Doc. Let’s get our girl upstairs.”

“Nope, I have plans for her right here.”
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Leigh Lennon is a mother, veteran and a wife of a cancer survivor. Originally with a degree in education, she started writing as an outlet that has led to a deep passion. She lugs her computer with her as she crafts her next story. Her imaginary friends become real on her pages as she creates a world for them. She loves pretty nails, spikey hair and large earrings. Leigh can be found drinking coffee or wine, depending on the time of the day.

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Book Tour + #Giveaway - The Heart Collector - by Barbara Russell @brussell84Kiwi #Steampunk #RomanticSuspense

The Heart Collector
Auckland Steampunk Book 1by Barbara Russell 
Genre: Steampunk, Romantic Suspense
Auckland, 1884
The Supernaturals are frightened. Despite being able to do extraordinary things like teleporting or lighting a fire with a stare, a serial killer, the Heart Collector, is slaughtering them. He rips their chests open and removes their hearts.

While other aristocratic, nineteen-year-old girls spend time dancing, Isabel trains hard to become an MI7 agent—Military Intelligence Seventh Division, a crime squad run by Supernaturals. The Heart Collector murdered her best friend, and enrolling at MI7 is the best way to help catch the killer.
Isabel senses other people’s feelings as if they were her owns. But MI7’s leader is too worried about Isabel’s safety to let her join the team.
Eager to prove that her power is valuable, Isabel volunteers to meet Murk, a dangerous Supernatural man who can turn himself invisible. MI7 desperately tried to recruit him and failed.
She believes that her power is enough to convince Murk to become an MI7’s agent and help apprehend the Heart Collector. If he wants to attack her, his feelings will broadcast his intention, and she’ll be ready.
What Isabel isn’t ready for is to fall in love with the man who will collect her heart.
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I’m an entomologist and a soil biologist, which is a fancy way to say that I dig in the dirt, looking for bugs. Nature and books have always been my passion. I was a kid when I read The Lord Of The Ring and fell in love with fantasy novels.
When I discovered cosy mystery and crime novel, I fell in love with Hercules Poirot and Sherlock Holmes. Then I grew up and . . . Nah, I’m joking. I didn’t grow up. Don’t grow up, folks! It’s a trap.

PS I hate gardening. There, I said it. Sorry fellow Kiwis.

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Enjoy A NØT Safe For Sunday Snippet from If You Can't Handle the Heat #erotic #romance

After unhooking the front clasp, he brushed the material aside, baring her pale breasts. Her nipples hardened under his rapt gaze. She arched her back, enticing him. With the lightest touch, he plucked the pebbled buds, dragging an angsty groan from her. His cock strained against his fly. 

“What do you want me to do, Syn?” he murmured. 
“Uhh, get it, Théo,” she begged, restlessly. 
He opened his hand and circled her nipple with his palm. The sensation shot straight through his hand and right to his cock. “Like this?” 
“No, God, Théo, use your mouth,” she cried. 
Skeptical of her sudden capitulation, Sesto cautiously bent his head and took the sweet bud between his lips. He fitted his mouth around her erect nipple and inhaled, deliberately causing a cool little windstorm. To his satisfaction, the delicious nub stiffened even more, and Syn rewarded him with another tempestuous cry. 
“Yeah...onhhh, Théo...yeah,” she whimpered. 
He teased her with his tongue, barely skimming the rosy peak. Syn rocked her hips. Christ, she was so responsive and demanding. He was beginning to wonder who was torturing whom? 
Tentatively, he slid his fingertip around the waistband of her yoga pants testing to see if she’d fight. Her stormy green eyes blazed with
arousal. She straightened her legs and allowed him to remove her tights. 
Hastily, Sesto yanked the snug material, managing to ease it past her hips. Once again, he was surprised to find undergarments. 
He framed her lace-covered cunt with his hands, purposely placing his thumb over her clit. She squirmed. “A fine time to where panties, Syn,” he mumbled. 
Maintaining eye contact, Sesto knelt before her, no longer nervous she’d clock him. Syn watched him intently, her mouth open slightly. Her chest rose and fell rapidly. 
So fucking sexy. 
Sesto leaned in and rubbed his unshaven chin against her inner thigh. She gasped and her flesh trembled. She hadn’t been joking, she liked the beard.
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The Blurb
An unlikely couple is brought together as celebrity judges on a new reality-based cooking show.

Sesto Théodore, is an arrogant yet well respected American-Italian chef, with several five-star restaurants.

Once bitten, twice shy, Syn Fully, is a jaded author of erotica, rocketing her way up all the best sellers lists.

From the moment Syn and Sesto meet, their personalities clash, yet behind the scenes sparks fly. Getting together would be a recipe for disaster, but hot sex with no-strings couldn't hurt. At least not until real feelings get involved.

But just when Syn considers opening her damaged heart to the cocky chef, video of rather personal content is leaked online. Sesto immediately jumps to conclusions and accuses Syn of the privacy breach.

Can the arrogant chef forgive and forget, or will his pride leave him out in the cold?

Somebody's about to get burned…

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Title: Mr. Huntley’s WifeAuthor: M.C. CernyGenre: Dark Romance/SuspenseEditor: Amy JacksonCover Designer: Anna Crosswell from Book Cover CouturePhotographer: Lindee RobinsonPublication Date: March 27th, 2019Hosted by: Lady Amber’s PR


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Scars. Tattoos. Distractions. Adam Huntley is not who he seems.
Scorned. Forgotten. Vengeance. Elizabeth Huntley is finally learning what it takes to survive.
A web of lies and sex tie them together until the fragile threads begin to fray and unravel.
The man Elizabeth thought she knew returns asking for her forgiveness. But little does he know, she has plans to be rid of him for good.
Sometimes, happily ever after is in the eye of the beholder.
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M.C. Cerny is a USA Today Bestselling author. She fell in love with books after experiencing her first real ugly cry reading, Where The Red Fern Grows. Her debut romantic suspense novel, Flashpoint was written in a series of post-it-note ramblings that would likely make her idol Tom Clancy and her mother blush. She is a post graduate of NYU, and calls rural NJ home with her menagerie of human and feline fur-babies. When M.C. is not writing, you’ll find her lurking in Starbucks, running stupid marathons, singing Disney show tunes, and searching out the perfect shade of pink nail polish.

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“I’m going outside to the pool.” Tying the strings of my black bikini in front of the mirror I adjusted my top carefully covering each breast. The small scraps of fabric are indecent, but I didn’t pick this bathing suit out so there’s not much I can do.

“Wait.” My hands freeze about to loop and knot the string behind my neck when Adam comes out of the bathroom. He’s wearing black swim shorts. Not speedos so you can’t see his monster cock pressed against spandex indecently and not the long cargo shorts most guys would wear. These were designer and some mix of the two accentuating the fact that his abs were sculpted from marble and his body a force of nature to be reckoned with.

“I want to read my book.” I pouted looking for my kindle and my hat searching through the suite. Adam disorientated me on a good day trying to accomplish one task to the next let alone trapped on an island. I needed the next hour to plot my safety plan because this sure as hell hadn’t felt like a vacation from the moment we stepped off the plane.

“Just wait my impatient little wife.” Scowling I rolled my eyes. He always had some ulterior motive.

“Adam.”

“Take your top off.” He stood behind me rubbing his body against me taunting me with his thick monster.

“No.”

“Don’t be a brat.”

“I’m not taking it off.” If he thought this was some kinky make up shit for the night before I’m not into it. My body may be buzzing but I’m ready to rake my nails down his face and attack him if he pushes me. I already know his consequences are shit anyway.

“I won’t ask again.” Short of stomping my foot and pissing him off, compliance seemed the lesser of two evils. His arms snake around me squeezing tight. Barefoot I’m rooted to the spot. There’s no place he won’t catch me inside the suite. Slowly, watching me in the mirror his hand reached up and fingers clasped around my throat pulling my body and my head flush against him.

“O-okay.” Shaking hands reached up tugging on the knot pulling the string praying it wouldn’t catch setting off his mercurial temper. I forced the tangled fabric to unlock from its hold. Once the string released I looked up and Adam’s eyes firmly locked on mine, his chin resting on my shoulder and focused on my face. His impatience was clear in the reflection and the knot in his brow.

I felt my small breasts sink and bob down when the top fell off sliding on to the tiled floor. Pink nipples pebbled at attention hungry and sharp. My stomach hollowed out as my core clenched tight. I was battening down the hatches, the only problem was how turned on that single motion made me. Fucking hopeless, that’s what I was.

“Not so bad now was it.” Keeping his eyes locked on me, one of Adam’s palms skimmed my stomach lightly and reached up to cup me. Easily, I filled his large hand and his finger grazed over the distended tip of my nipple. I bit my lip to keep the moan hidden and down low where my shame wouldn’t surface letting this man repeatedly get under my skin. Skin was superficial, it was my heart craving love and grasping at scraps I had to protect.

“Let me go, please.” I’d beg him if I had to, but his brow furrowed deeper when he reached for a tube of sunscreen on the table. One hand, nearly a paw rested over my belly and my hands gripped the table’s gilded edge for support.

“I can’t have you getting burned while I’m in my meeting.” His breath felt like hot puffs of air in the chilled room. Adam squeezed more sunblock than necessary into his palm and placed the cool glop on my belly. My breasts felt like spikes exposed while my chest heaved with forced air from the air conditioning of the room. Adam smeared the stuff over my body coating me in a thick cream the both looked and felt obscene in the mirror.

“You will always belong to me.” His fingers scraped my skin carving letters in the sticky sunblock.

MINE.

Adam wasn’t exactly subtle.



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