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Allure Series Tour by N. Isabelle Blanco

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{Book #1}
Dorian Sorenson agreed to take on his longtime family friend’s daughter, Demitra, as an intern. Hell, Stephen Davis had been his father’s friend for years up to his father’s death and he had continued to be close to Dorian. Why not do him the favor? Except, from the moment he sees the girl, now nineteen and definitely ‘growing up’ he’s faced with a huge problem. Huge. The girl might be eleven years his junior but just looking at her shy sexiness has him trapped in an agonizing need that won’t even let him seek relief elsewhere. His body wants her and no one else. And it’s going to have her, whether Dorian likes it or not.
After a torrid but brief kiss in his office, three months into Demitra’s internship, Dorian is left fighting feelings of extreme guilt. It’s very clear that they’re attracted to each other and that Demitra needs him as badly as he needs her but she’s still a young girl working for him. A young girl who happens to be his friend’s daughter. Dorian is determined to fight this need for her, whatever the cost. What he doesn’t count on is one night, one benefit, and Demitra looking unbelievably tempting on the arm of another man. The bets are off when possessiveness strikes hard within Dorian and only a higher power can help them both because now he plans to claim her. Thoroughly.
Genre Erotica/ Contemporary RomancePublication Date July 29th 2012


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“Dorian, I swear to fucking God, what is wrong with you?” Demi demanded.In all the time she’d been working for me, I’d never heard her curse. Her doing so now made everything that much worse. My dick popped to its full length so hard the fucker almost knocked me off my feet and brought me to my knees.He nearly ripped through my pants, too.Motherfucking shit.“Demi, unless you want to cause a scene, I suggest you not fight and follow me.”Not that I had any real idea where I was taking her, only that it had to be anywhere away from Keith.Demi hissed quietly as we passed a group of people on the large patio outside. “You’re already causing a scene, you idiot! You don’t think everyone is seeing my boss dragging me away from the party right now?”She continued to grumble under her breath as we went down the stairs. My eyes locked on the entrance to the massive labyrinth that was before us.Perfect.Needing to get us somewhere private, I kept on going, her arm in my grasp the whole way. Demi let me lead her. That is, until we were inside the entrance of the labyrinth, the tall green “walls” on either side of us.“Let go.” She pulled her arm roughly out of my grip now that we were away from prying eyes.I let her, but as out of my senses as I was, I made damned sure that I was standing between her and the way out.She huffed, looking lickable in her fury. “This is the last time I’m going to ask: what is your problem?”That slit baring her thigh made me want to grab, bite, lick and suck every inch of her skin.And the heels. The fucking heels.“Are those red heels?” I asked, hearing how out of breath I was.Demi looked at her feet, an adorably confused expression crossing her face. “Uh...yeah.”We were both panting harshly as we stared at each other.“You look beautiful,” I blurted out, my voice low and raspy.Demi stuttered, looking completely confused and out of it. “I...I...thank you?”It made no sense to me how this girl could have me so out of control. Two steps, I was in front of her. No thoughts, no premeditation, just uncontrolled movement. Four words out of my mouth followed after and the next thing I knew, I was cupping her face. “Demi, you’re so beautiful.”One gasp from her. Seven million warnings were going through my head. One undeniable truth above it all–the fact that I needed her–and I lost it again, pressing her back into the maze wall behind her.Demi’s hands shot up, wrapping around my wrists. I told myself it was wrong, that my behavior was straight-up sexual assault, and that this girl could very well have me arrested for what I was doing.Yeah. My body didn’t listen to any of that.Her lips were soft against mine, her breath wet and tantalizing. So much more delicious than I remembered. I groaned deep in my chest, lust pounding through me painfully. Self-preservation didn’t matter anymore.Nothing outside of her skin against mine did.I felt how she tensed, the momentary urge she had to fight me. I didn’t let her. Flicking her bottom lip with my tongue had become my new addiction.A flash went through my head, an image of her lip being replaced by her nipple. I started tonguing, sucking, and brought her closer. I was so hard there was no fucking way I could think past it.Demi let out a sound that made my skin burn hotter. I purposely kept my eyes slightly open, watching her eyelids fluttering as I tilted my head. In one move, I thrust my tongue in between her lips, moaning while my brain imagined that it was my cock.Said cock throbbed dangerously. I could hear its warnings. I was too damn close. Too much on edge.Demi let go of my wrists, her hands latching onto my tuxedo jacket’s lapels. Our tongues connected and slid. The pleasure had my eyes rolling back, lids drifting closed.I let go of her face. My hands slid around her waist and brought her closer still.She pulled on me, closing whatever miniscule distance had been left between us. My mind took off, fighting past the pleasure enough to rush through ideas, possibilities of where I could take her and how fast we could get there.I needed her wet little mouth and willing body all to myself.Demi gasped, pulling her lips away from mine. “Dorian.”I almost fucking whimpered, my mouth too addicted and needing more of her skin in it. I latched onto her jaw, sucking lightly and nearly dying from how she mewled into my ear.“Dorian...wha...oh...oh, God. What are you...”I raised my head just enough to press my mouth against hers again. Small moans leaked out of her, mixing with my own.Her tongue was nothing short of sensual as it slid against mine, reconnecting. Shackling me. Her breath escaped her in tiny gasps and slid into me, adding to the erotic haze that had me prisoner.I tightened my hold on her waist, needing to feel her against every inch of me and damning the fact that there was fabric in the way.Demi whimpered my name again as I pulled lightly on her bottom lip. “Ungh.” She groaned, letting me tilt her head back so I could suck lightly on the tip of her tongue.“Fuck, Demi. You taste unbelievable.” I panted against her lips, hands tightening and threatening the material of her dress.Demi’s voice was all breathless and just downright sexy. “Dorian, wait.”I actually had to fight back the urge to pout as she pushed lightly on my chest. Two things that pissed me off and made me scowl as I took in my own behavior.I forced myself to take at least one step away from her, gritting my teeth and somehow finding the will to let her go. Then, I yelled at myself as I watched her pant while adjusting her dress.__________________________________________________________________
{Book #2}

It’s been four months since Demitra Davis ended up entangled in the most complicated –albeit gratifying- situation she’d ever thought to find herself in. A situation she isn’t keen to get herself out of. Her now ex-boss, Dorian Sorrenson, is too delicious for her to want to pull herself away from. Yes, he’s the son of her father’s dead best friend. Yes, he was her boss for a few months of her life. Yes, he’s also almost eleven years older, but there was no way Demitra could stop herself from being attracted to him. And that was all before that one night in which Dorian carried her away from the arms of another man and branded her as his.Dorian has just returned from a month long business trip, and thoughts of telling her father are the farthest from Demitra’s mind. No, she’s missed her man and has to get her hands on him. Their passion continues to escalate as well as the feelings they both have for each other. What neither of them planned on was the spite of Dorian’s ex-lover and how far she’d be willing to go to stir up problems for the two of them. Demitra is worried that their burgeoning relationship won’t be able to hold up under the stress. What she doesn’t count on is Dorian’s feelings for her and how far he is willing to go in order to keep her as his.
Genre Erotica/ Contemporary RomancePublication Date December 27th 2012


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The water bottle slipped out of my hand for a nanosecond. I managed to catch it, drops shooting out of it and smacking my chin. Close to hyperventilating, I wiped it with the back of my hand.“I asked you a question, Demitra. Answer me.”I heard him walking closer. Heart still racing, I turned around and focused on him long enough to take in his expression. His face was hard, the look pissed and stoic all in one.Alrighty. See, Dorian had a problem on his hands and he wasn’t even aware of it, yet. I was drunk enough to be just past the point of rational. And I was definitely more pissed than he was.Dear lord was I pissed off. He was still advancing on me with that look that demanded answers. I’d just spent the night getting drunk over him to try to ignore how shitty I felt because of him.I turned to stare at the fridge with a bored expression. He stopped right next to me. I could feel him along every inch of my body. His form dominated my peripheral vision.I didn’t even blink.Slowly, purposely, I lifted the water bottle back to my lips and took another sip. He didn’t move, I didn’t respond, but I heard his breathing getting rougher. His eyes traveled the length of my body so intently that I felt it like a tickle. I kept drinking my water, each sip slower than the last. Eventually, I was going to have to blink, but annoying him had become my main priority.“You’re angry.”This time, I didn’t even try and deny it. Nor did I bother replying to him. His arm came into my line of vision, pressed against the fridge as he leaned down toward me. His nose brushed my cheek softly, setting off a round of shivers I barely held back.“You look so sexy in that dress.”Oh, fuck. I was too drunk to handle his husky voice saying things like that to me. Self-control was diminishing quite rapidly. I needed to stay freaking strong, damn it!“Tell me where you went, baby.”“Out with my friend.” Fucking shit, I wasn’t supposed to respond to him.Dorian hummed and ran his lips across my skin. My knees nearly liquefied and took my legs with them. “I can smell the alcohol on you.”Shit. He could?“How much did you have to drink?”Don’t remember. “It doesn’t matter. I’m here. I’m fine. I had tons of fun.”“Did you now?” The ass was still leaning against my fridge, all insolence and expectation.“Yup.” I screwed the cap back on my bottle and nudged him out of the way so I could open the fridge. I bent down, placing the bottle inside. Dorian stepped behind me. The feel of his hands circling my hips made me gasp. When he pulled my ass into his crotch, arched his back, and fucking groaned…well, I bit my lip, grabbed onto the side of the fridge, and moaned like a harlot.One hand slid around to my lower abs. His fingers slowly curled inward, anchoring me further to him. He urged my upper body up and pressed my back to his front. He was trembling, barely holding himself back from doing God’s knew what. He nuzzled the side of my face. I inhaled, smelling the alcohol on him for the first time.“You’ve been drinking, too.”He scoffed. “I was waiting for you for nearly two hours. You wouldn’t answer your fucking phone, and I was this close to sending a security team out to scour the city for you. Damn right I drank that bottle of Grey Goose you had hidden in your wall unit.”He’d begun subtly rocking his hips into me, the movements barely discernible. I still felt them all over me. Without even realizing it, I was starting to melt into him, the heat in my veins rising. “Dorian,” I whined, my head resting against his shoulder. “That was the Magnum Grey Goose that—”Dorian exhaled against my ear. On purpose, too, I could tell. Fucker.“I know. I saw the cage. Real silver right?”“Yes. And that almost cost a thousand dollars. It was meant to be Ang’s twenty-first birthday gift.”“You still have the cage. I’ll have another one shipped in first thing tomorrow.” And with that, he set in, his lips opening and grazing my neck.Oh, God. We were both drunk. It was official. Drunk, horny…“Where’d you go looking so fuckable, baby?”…and obviously out of our minds.His voice was rough against my ear. The tips of his fingers ghosted down to my thighs, trailing beneath the edge of my skirt. “Just looking at you in this dress is making me feel like an animal. Do you have any idea how angry it makes me to imagine you out there, dressed like this, flirting with some other man?”I’d been damn near Jell-O-status, liquefying all over him and his clothes. Until he opened his fucking mouth and had the nerve to say what I think he said. “Excuse me?” It didn’t matter that the fridge was in my way; I went rigid and pushed away from him as much as I could. “Is that what you think I was up to? Flirting with other men?”Dorian caged me in, hands on either side of the fridge. His face was harsh as he answered me. “You’re young, you’re gorgeous, and I’ve been disappointing you since I got back from my trip. Why wouldn’t you go out there and find someone else, Dem?”I almost slapped him, pulled his hair, and gouged his eyes out. Growling, I pushed at his chest. “Fuck you! Just fuck you. I—fuck this shit. I’m too drunk to deal with you right now.” For his own sake, I attempted to push and get away from him. I managed to get around him and began heading for the living room.__________________________________________________________________Add Wrecked Allure (Book #3) to Goodreads Shelf__________________________________________________________________About the AuthorN. 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 now has three novellas and two full-length novels under her belt, and 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.

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COVER REVEAL: The Memory Healer by Julie Filarski

PRESENTS. . .Cover RevealforThe Memory Healerby Julie Filarski

Release Date: June 19, 2014Published by The Writers Coffee Shop

Summary: On a wet summer morning in the historical township of Port Brandon, South Eastern Australia, talented artist and psychic Beth Montgomery reluctantly agrees to carry out a psychic assessment of Carrington House. She soon becomes frightened by a string of nightmares that could be warning her not to tamper with the metaphysical. Despite her fears, she braces herself for what is to come and continues to unearth the secrets of the past. As soon as she enters the historical home, the image of a distraught Victorian maid appears, and then a young woman manifests on the staircase. Beth is transported to another era, where a magnificent four-poster bed, an engraved watch, and an exquisite ring evoke fleeting memories. When Beth spies a calendar, the date fills her with dread, but she cannot remember why. Returning to the present time, Beth agrees to work for the irresistible Dr Matthew Jamieson, the new vet in the district. Each time they meet, memories of another lifetime flood her heart. She senses an eternal bond between them, but with two unfaithful partners in her past, she is reluctant to become romantically involved with him. As her passion for Matthew intensifies, she regresses to 1895. In her past life as Mary Clark, she meets the darkly handsome Samuel Methven and falls in love with him on sight. But is he as honourable as he seems? Faced with Samuel’s apparent betrayal, Beth is plagued by fears that Matthew will also be unfaithful to her. She knows that to learn the truth, she must return to her past life, but that means facing an unbearable tragedy. Does Beth have the courage to move between lifetimes and relive that dreadful event? Will she be able to discover whether her soulmate was faithful to his twin soul?

Excerpt:  Beth found herself in a bedroom cluttered with furniture and bric-a-brac of the Victorian era. Flowered wallpaper covered the walls and acted as a backdrop to the assortment of photographs and paintings hanging throughout the room. Most were of children. When Beth moved forwards to take a closer look, part of the carpet vanished, and the image of a road appeared in her mind. A puddle of blood oozed through the cracked tar, and she shivered. Something terrible had happened to at least one of the occupants of this house. But what? And to whom? In which era? The woman was sleeping on a magnificent four-poster bed. Rays from the light of the rising sun flickered over the grand canopy. Beside the bed was a small table. A few antique knickknacks lay upon it, and lying face-down in an open jewellery box was a gold watch. Beth read the inscription: Mary Adelaide Clark. She frowned and looked at the sleeping woman, searching her memory for some form of recognition. None came. Next to the watch was a ring. The sight of the exquisite black and white stones, shaped in the form of a yin-yang symbol, sent another shiver down Beth’s spine. She was struggling to remember why it would when she noticed an ornate calendar hanging just above the bedside table. The year was 1908, and the month, October. Most of the days had been crossed out. Her eyes reached the date yet to be marked. 30 October 1908. Her mind repeated the date, and she panicked. She had to leave at once and return to the present time. As the giddying rush of years went by, she heard the words I’m coming soon.


About the Author: Julie Filarski’s love of reading quickly progressed to a love of writing. While writing The Memory Healer, she studied Professional Writing and Editing at Chisholm Institute in Berwick, Australia. Much of the novel was written on the train while she travelled to and from work at the University of Melbourne.Julie first began studying the metaphysical realm in the early 1980s. After a few sessions of Hatha yoga, she quickly became drawn to yoga philosophy and the belief in reincarnation. Since that time, Julie studied the topic in depth, as well as researching a wide range of other spiritual topics. Her studies have led her to understand that mankind has an inherent belief in immortality and that there is a deep and underlying spiritual purpose to all life. Julie lives with her husband, Murray, near Phillip Island in Victoria, Australia. They have two children and five lovely grandchildren.
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COVER REVEAL: Conflicted by M. M. Koenig

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SynopsisMia Ryan was on the path to make all her dreams come true. Her life was everything she wanted it to be; until one fateful night changed everything – leaving her broken and without direction. Nearly a year later, she still has little faith in anyone or anything. Desperate to reclaim her life’s ambition, she takes an unexpected offer that promises to solve all her problems. But as Mia moves forward, she’s faced with obstacles she couldn’t have foreseen. The biggest of them lies within the mystery of Ethan Fitzgerald; a man who affects her like no other, but who she should avoid pursuing, at all costs.On a mission himself, Ethan Fitzgerald didn’t care who he pissed off on his road to fulfill his mother’s dying wish. He relied on himself, and was closed off to the world around him – until Mia Ryan walked through his door. Normally one to avoid messy emotions, Ethan’s world is turned upside down by Mia, and he can’t seem to get enough of her.There are lines you can cross that will change the course of your life forever …
Genre Romance/ New AgePublication Date December 19th 2013

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“What the hell are you doing here? Are you stalking me now?” I snapped.I attempted to remove his hand, but the effort behind it was marginal. Everything within me relished his hands all over me. My knees became weak with the heavy want coursing between my legs. My upper body constricted with my wayward needs. Ethan tightened his grip as he whirled me around so that my back was on his front. The music shifted to a slow, deliberate song that was fitting for my predicament. I cursed Usher underneath my breath for coming out with this song. Ethan had buried me into his body. It was impossible not to notice his hardness. He ran his hands down the front of my thighs until he hit bare skin.“It's hard to stalk someone when they're in the club that you own,” he shot back.“You own this place?” I stammered.“I have a vested interest, so I come in on occasion. You can imagine my surprise when I discovered you were here,” he remarked.My concentration was dwindling with every stroke he made upon my body. Ethan continued running his hands up and down my thighs, causing my heart to beat out of my chest. I bit my lip to keep from moaning from the pleasure when his fingers lingered towards the inside. My hands took on a mind of their own as they slid down his waist and thighs. His breaths trickled across my neck. It heightened the erotic dance south of me. I was in the danger zone with him. I fought to find my rational side to avoid undressing for him right then and there. My mind grasped at the few functioning brain cells to keep him talking. It was my last line of defense to keep him from kissing me.“Why are you so upset?”“I'm angry because you keep denying me when it's clear you want me. To top it off, you come to my club and dance with countless men right in front of me,” Ethan growled.He ran his nose down my neck before licking away a bead of sweat. I gasped. The hand that he had moved to my waist slipped underneath my top. He caressed my belly before running his fingers further down, making every ounce of me come to a dull ache. Against my will, my body moved in ways to encourage him to travel further south to take full advantage of me. Ethan's hands settled along my waistline, lazily trailing his fingers along it. My mind screamed one last time that this was not an option for me. In a last-ditch attempt, I paused his hands so he wouldn't go any further. Ethan whipped me around to face him. The passion in his eyes was unmistakable.“I'm trying to do the right thing,” I moaned.His hands drifted underneath my shirt and up my sides on their way north this time. As he progressed along my rib cage to the lower line of my bra, he moved us off the dance floor. Ethan pushed me up against a pillar at the far end of it. He brought his body right into mine. He tossed in an occasional thrust of the hips as he pinned me, just to remind me how very well he knew my body. Ethan cupped my breast with tender strokes of his hand before pressing his lips on a spot underneath my ear lobe. It was enough to melt every part of me. I was throbbing all over for him.“You want me. I want you. I don't care what's right or wrong,” Ethan hissed.I tilted my neck as he trailed deep kisses down my collarbone and exposed shoulder. I wanted him so much that it was close to making me burst. I moaned even louder when his teeth grazed the crook of my shoulder. He sucked along my neck with eagerness, making no effort to hold back his want for me. I slanted my head to bring my lips vigorously down on his. My tongue drifted across the top of his mouth before his tongue met mine where they danced to the beat with the music around us. My hands moved down to his hips as he pumped against me. I slid them even further down to his ass. Ethan responded by grinding harder and grabbing one of my legs to raise it around his hip.Our bodies melded together in an erotic dance as our mouths devoured each other. I lost myself in the music, in his lips, in his body, in his hands, and in the desires he brought out in me. His hands ran up and down my body while his lips and hips brought me to the point of no return.__________________________________________________________________
About the Author

M. M. Koenig was born and raised in Minnesota. She now lives in the Twin Cities area with her loving dog Marley. She is a graduate of the University of Minnesota with a Bachelors of Science in Sociology.She pays the bills as a customer service representative at a major title insurance company, but writing is her true calling. She is still searching for that special someone, but isn’t worried about finding him. He’s out there somewhere. In the meantime, she finds Mr. Right in her own writing along with a variety of other authors that have inspired her.She has written in one form or another throughout the course of her life. She began the Secrets and Lies Series in January of 2013. The first book of the series, Conflicted, is now available for purchase at Amazon and Smashwords. She is currently working on the second book of the series, Complicated, which will be available for purchase by the spring of 2014.M. M. Koenig enjoys being active and has a variety of interests that coincide with her passion for life. Always one to try new things, she has acquired a variety of skills. Her sarcastic nature and multitude of experiences tend to find their way into her novels.When she has free time and isn’t writing, she spends as much time as she can with friends and family. To fuel her soul, she is constantly looking for new music, movies, and books to keep the writer’s block at bay.
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NEW RELEASE: The Righteous & The Wicked by April Emerson

A new release from TWCSPH :
The Righteous and The Wickedby: April Emerson



Summary:
Small moments can seem insignificant until they change the course of a life forever. The sound of a bulldozer. A chance meeting at a gas station.  A gust of wind through a chime. Benign events become something more when viewed through the lens of fate.Emma Santori is a prisoner of tragic memories. Locked in a spiral of depression, she leads a desolate and empty life, trapped in her decrepit home. Rooted in routine, she’s numb and vacant. As a lonely Catholic school teacher, her only joy comes from her young students. One Saturday morning her isolation is infiltrated by a mysterious architect building a home beside hers.That man is Eric Wilder and he’s keeping a secret—a secret that’s destroying his life. Filled with guilt and self-loathing he’s forced to move often. He chooses the small northeastern town of Pine Lake as his latest refuge and hopes to make a successful attempt at starting his life over. As always, he’s unable to make that happen.That all changes when he meets Emma.She finds herself drawn to Eric when she accidentally bumps into him, but Eric’s unfazed by their first meeting. When a gust of wind brings these two people together once again, Emma discovers Eric’s secret. She’s forced to battle between her Catholic faith and her desire for this stranger.They’re attraction is intense and they soon discover they’re each lonely and longing for what the other has to offer. They begin a friendship, and as that friendship blossoms, Emma realizes her passion and lust for Eric are the remedy to her depression. Eric discovers his feelings for Emma are the only antidote to his secret burden.They begin an erotic journey which leads these beautifully broken people to discover that love can be both righteous and wicked.
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ITUNES
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April Emerson moved to New York City after graduating from college with a degree in Literature. As a nature lover, living in the city was a culture shock, but she soon began to enjoy being surrounded by so much energy. Submerged in perpetual crowds, April developed a fondness for people-watching, which inspired her to start writing. Drawn to both the light and dark of humanity, she strives to tell sexy and romantic stories with exquisitely complex characters. When she isn’t writing, she loves listening to music or reading a good book, with a glass of wine. Her second novel A Flawed Heart will be released in July and her third novel Out of the Dark will be released in December.
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COVER REVEAL: Marking Him by Elena M. Reyes

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Synopsis The day Maya Owens walked into his tattoo shop, everything Talan knew changed. After officially starting a relationship, he has trouble managing Maya—a woman who consumes every part of his being and now owns his heart. His need to control her and everything around her drives Maya insane, but he has good reason. After all, Janice is still lurking around and she has a vendetta against his Bitty. In no time, Talan wants more, and it’s faster than Maya can handle, and things begin to get complicated.Months of frustration and want take them for a ride neither wanted, but now yearn for. Will they make it through the turbulence? And if so, at what cost?

Genre: Contemporary Romance/EroticaExpected Publication Date: May 27, 2014

__________________________________________________________________About the AuthorElena 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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COVER REVEAL: Hollywood Sins by N.K. Smith

PRESENTS. . .Cover Revealfor Hollywood Sins byN.K. Smith
Release Date: July 10, 2014Published by The Writers Coffee Shop

Summary:
Public spectacles, private breakdowns, and terrible choices. How can a beloved Hollywood star feel so unloved?Twenty-four year old Adra Willows grew up in the spotlight, but navigating the shark infested waters of show business doesn’t get easier with age. Constantly comparing herself to others, Adra has experienced mild success but nothing like the achievement of one of her best friends.With her manager giving her questionable advice and her relationship with a leading comedic actor on the rocks, Adra finds herself at the crossroads of Virtue and Vice. She can either continue along the path of taking roles that showcase her body instead of her acting skills or she can forge ahead of her competition, ignore the wishes of her manager, and make her own decisions.The red carpet of life is lined with virtue and vice, but which side will the actress choose to walk along?
Excerpt: “So what are we doing here? Hopefully you don’t think filming on our day off would be the key to my heart.” I don’t know why I say it like that. Peter’s not trying to get my heart. He’s got Shyla’s. He’s just being a friend, and I don’t think I could handle him as anything more. No, I could. What I couldn’t handle is losing him, and at this rate, I’d probably lose him.
“I’ve always known the key to your heart is something that has nothing to do with filming and Hollywood stuff.”A little knot in my stomach forms, and I press my free hand against it as we walk around a small building. If I was truly a brave and independent woman, I would squeeze his hand and tell him that I love him. I would tell him that there is but one key to my heart, and he already has it. He always has. Only, it takes more than a key to get to my heart. It’s not just locked. There are purposefully placed walls and barbed wire surrounding it, and even a worthy person who can crack through anything would find it difficult to get in there to even use the key.“I love you,” I whisper. Peter stops. His eyes are narrow and his lips are still. His silence makes the knot in my belly grow bigger. Shit. “I mean, you’re a great friend, Peter. I’m glad we could hang out today.” I paste on a practiced grin and roll my eyes. “Even if I don’t know what the hell we’re doing.”The serious look on Peter’s face hasn’t faded. I look away. “Adra,” he says in the softest voice I’ve ever heard come from him.I’m not an independent woman. Who the hell am I kidding? I’m a scared little kid, and I don’t think I can handle his rejection. I mean, he won’t make fun of the fact that I just said I loved him, but he’ll take it seriously, and then he’ll tell me about how he’s with someone else and how we can’t ruin our friendship by taking it in a romantic direction. Or he’ll tell me that while I’m his friend, I’m just not the right type of person to be his girlfriend. I can’t deal with that, so I tug on his hand. “Come on, let’s go.”He resists at first, but then lets me pull him into a steady pace.“Where are we going?” I laugh, and then let him take the lead. This all feels unnatural. I hate my fake laugh, and I’m sure Peter can tell.“Right here.” He raises both of our hands to point to an administrative building. A golf cart is parked out front, but I already know he’s not pointing at that. He’s pointing to the bike with a basket on the back.“Seriously?” I ask.“Yep.”I walk to the bike and can hear him follow. “There’s only one.”He places a hand on the handlebars and one on the seat. “I’ll be careful with you. I promise.”  About the Author: N.K. Smith is the author of several books including the young adult sensations The Old Wounds series and My Only. Interested in a variety of genres and styles, she also penned Hollywood Lies and Ghosts of Our Pasts. She lives in the Midwest.    



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BLOG TOUR: Basic Needs by L.J. Anderson

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Synopsis In his 17 years of teaching, Dr. Cameron has never had an inappropriate relationship with a student. He’s also never had a student that needed him as badly as Kaitlin does.After accidentally turning in an erotic diary entry instead of her assigned essay, Kaitlin’s secret desires for Dr. Cameron are revealed.Her words unleash his dominant nature, making him realize the need he’s kept hidden since the first time Kaitlin set foot in his classroom.Armed with the knowledge of his naughty student’s elicit thoughts, Dr. Cameron makes a power play for Kaitlin, giving her no choice but to become teacher’s pet.   
Genre EroticaPublication Date February 8th 2014



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L.J. Anderson is an American author, and child of the eighties living in Alabama with her supportive husband. She is an avid reader of Erotica, Romance, and Dystopian fiction, and enjoys dabbling in graphic design and photography when she isn’t peddling smut.Writing was never something she imagined herself doing when she graduated high school in 2002 with the aspirations to become a world class chef. Though L.J. never made it to culinary school, she pushed forward, working various jobs while using her free time to indulge in more creative exploits. She still enjoys cooking, but writing has become her true passion.Her recent releases include Sweet Temptations Series, Tied to You, and her most recent is Their Little Girl—a Taboo M/F/M Menage.
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COVER REVEAL: The Exchange Part I by N. Isabelle Blanco

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Synopsis
Project Sapphire: The World’s first AI. A top-secret project exposed to a select group of scientists. Lei Heaton, a man desperate to save his daughter, is at the top of the bionics empire. He not only hired the team to repair his daughter’s damaged body, he plans to reanimate her dead mind using the Sapphire AI. A dangerous man—a killer that is no regular human… Maxwell Landon—codename: Deimos—is the Adelphi Organization’s top agent. His M.O is simple: Never fail. He's used to annihilating anyone that gets in his way. But this time, he's being called to protect and deliver. Deimos is aware that this mission won't be like any other. Then he lays eyes on the resurrected Ms. Heaton, and instantly he knows:That is not Magdalena Heaton.And he will never be the same again. Control, his most prized possession, is ripped from him with a single glance... The violent attraction he feels for the girl complicates matters immediately. But what Deimos doesn't know is that things are about to get much worse. Sapphire isn't just a completely different person than the dead Ms. Heaton—she's the AI miracle of the century. An advancement that many would kill to own.Including himself, no matter how hard he fights against it. A girl determined to protect her creator. A man determined to protect her... Despite the fact that she is not Magdalena, Sapphire is bent on taking her place as Mr. Heaton's daughter in order to keep her creator safe. Deimos knows that he has to honor her wish. But the thing inside him is demanding more. More than a touch. A lot more than a taste. It responds to everything about her...every stuttered breath that lets him know she wants him as much as he wants her.How does he walk away when he knows that no matter how far he is from her, she’ll always be in danger and he'll always hunger for her?
Genre Erotica/ Sci-FiExpected Publication Date April 30th 2014

__________________________________________________________________About the AuthorN. 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 now has three novellas and two full-length novels under her belt, and 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.

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BLOG TOUR: Layers Off by Lacey Silks

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Synopsis
She’s gone through hell and back.He’s kept a secret that could send her there again.And they’re trying to find their way to each other.Rescued by the man she loves, Kendra Knight struggles to recover from a month-long captivity. Memories of her imprisonment as a sex slave haunt her as she battles withdrawal from drug addiction and tries to put a dreadful past behind her. With the help of her new friends, Allie and Laura, Kendra begins to question who she is, as well as Julian Cross’s true intentions for her future.Julian Cross, owner of a top investigations firm, has kept a secret since the day he met Kendra. He watched her grow from a teen to a woman and fall in love with his brother Tristan, only to be broken into pieces in the end. Now, he vows to stand by her until she’s well, so he can finally tell her the truth about her past.Will the truth finally set her free... or back to prison?Note: This book is the first part of a Trilogy that is designed to be read in order. It is recommended that the prequel to the series Dazzled by Silver be read before this book as well. 
Warning: This title contains erotic situations, and graphic language. Intended for adult audience 18+.
Genre Erotica RomanceExpected Publication Date March 31 2014
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Excerpt
He drew my hand to his mouth and kissed it. I closed my eyes and let his breath be the guide as his lips touched one finger after another, then slid along my arm. I dropped my jacket to the ground. Before I knew it I was enveloped in his arms, savoring the warmth of his body, mixed with the freezing rain, sticking to him as if the water were permanent glue. But the weather was the last thing on my mind at this moment. That touch I’d craved for so long was finally on my skin. Julian’s mouth rested a bit longer on my bare shoulder before grazing up the side of my neck. His thumbs caressed my collar bones as his hands lifted up to cup my face, and that’s when I opened my eyes to look into his beautiful hazel eyes, now shiny and dilated. And it all seemed like a dream. I’d always believed dreams for girls like me never came true – but mine just had, because I was in the arms of a man whom I’d loved for years. I’d always assumed I wouldn’t deserve that man who meant everything to me, who would protect me and cherish me the way Julian had. I’d always thought Julian would be the one who got away.And within moments I was up in his arms. My legs wrapped around his hips and my hands grasped tightly around his neck. Julian’s palms supported my bottom as he carried me back to the chalet, never breaking our gazes, never ceasing to connect with as much of my skin as he could. Once inside, he lowered me in the foyer, and one by one released the buttons on my shirt. I yanked his soaked t-shirt out of his pants and pulled it over his head.“No drinking tonight,” he whispered, trailing kisses along my shoulder and my neck.I knew exactly what he meant, and added with a free giggle I hadn’t heard come out of my mouth for months, “And no weed.”He cupped my face and traced his finger along my lip. “Promise me you’ll tell me if you’re uncomfortable.”“I promise.” My chest heaved with anticipation. Could this really be happening, or was I still dreaming? No, nothing this good and real could be a dream, because I’d never want to wake up.And for the first time in years, he seized my mouth with a crushing kiss. The taste of his perfect lips sailed through me like a freed bird lifted by the wind. The soft skin was warm and tender, fitting against my mouth like it was made for me. My shoulders and arms drooped to my sides. My head spun as we stood there in the hallway, half-undressed and wet, savoring every second of our connection, barely moving and so lost in each other I was afraid I was imagining it. Gravity no longer mattered. I felt the laws of the universe break at my feet; Julian was the one keeping me tied to this world.The pop of my jeans sent joyful shivers through my entire body. We pulled away, watching each other with intent as the clothes were slowly stripped off. I stepped out of my soaking shoes and he removed his. As we moved across the foyer toward the staircase, we left a meandering path of clothing in the hall. I stood there in my soaked panties and bra, shivering. Julian’s boxers clung to his growing curve. The way he devoured me from the bottom up with his gaze felt like he had set my skin on fire. The swell of my breasts moved higher with every inhale.Julian sucked a quick breath in. Stepping closer, he drew his finger along my panty elastic, from one hip bone to the other, and my lungs locked up, reveling in the trail of heat left by his touch. Dizzy, I closed my eyes, feeling that warmth spread through me. I may as well have jumped into a radioactive pool, the way heat weaved through my body, turning my over-iced skin into a searing surface.And without hesitation, he lowered his mouth to mine. A whimper slid from the back of my throat as I let him manipulate my lips with his, learning their curve and texture all over again. His arms supported my hands. I held onto his biceps at first, waiting to see whether Julian was really ready to have me, but as his tongue dipped inside my mouth, I lost any remaining doubts. I opened wider, my hands sliding up to his neck, and drew him in closer and harder, pressing his face to mine until I could feel his teeth against my gums. Seconds later we each couldn’t get enough of the other. His insistent tongue hardened as his mouth sucked every breath I owned, forcing me to pull away for a second just to inhale. I couldn’t catch enough air. Julian watched my face as I gave into his body. It compelled me to lean back against the staircase. He supported me as I sat on one of the steps and spread my legs apart, allowing him to hover over me.__________________________________________________________________
About the Author
Lacey is an Author of Erotic Romance. Her stories come from her life, dreams and fantasies. She’s a happily married wife with two kids. Lacey likes to make her readers blush and experience the story as if they were the characters. Drawing on the reader’s most sensitive emotions through realistic stories satisfies her more than… …ok not really, but you get the point;) She likes a pinkish shade on a woman’s cheeks, men with large feet and sexy lingerie-especially when it’s torn off the body. Her favorite piece of clothing is a ‘birthday suit’.
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Passion in the Pages: Book Review: This Man by Jodi Ellen Malpas

Passion in the Pages: Book Review: This Man by Jodi Ellen Malpas: Summary from Goodreads: Young interior designer Ava O’Shea has an appointment for a first consultation at The Manor with the owner, Mr...