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Unconventional by Isabel Love

Title: UnconventionalAuthor: Isabel LoveGenre: Erotic RomanceRelease Date: July 20, 2017


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Happily ever after—what a joke! I tried that once and ended up divorced.Now, I only want one thing from men.Charlie Nelson is good at giving me that one thing. Really, really good.
So good, in fact, I discovered a new side of myself.I never knew I liked to watch until I saw his talented hands touching someone else.I never knew I liked to be watched until I felt his searing gaze on me.
Maybe happily ever after isn’t always a white picket fence, wedding bells, and 2.5 kids.Maybe it’s something a bit more…unconventional.

*Warning: Contains dirty talk, piercings and hot threesomes.Intended for readers over 18 years of age.

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That’s some party trick. 

I’m so worked up right now, I almost can’t see straight. I had fully intended to fuck Miss Double D, as Quinn so aptly named her, but once the security guard interrupted us and Quinn bolted, having sex with Crystal lost its appeal. All I could think about was Quinn’s gaze on me, watching me touch another woman, watching me make her come. She liked watching. I could tell how turned on she was by the way her chest was rising and falling so rapidly with every breath, the way she couldn’t tear her eyes away from me, the sheen of sweat on her upper lip and neck. My cock throbs in my pants just thinking about it. Quinn insists on driving as I had a few shots tonight and we decide to go to her place because it’s closer. Quinn lives in a condo that’s quite nice, actually. Once we’re in her car, I adjust my dick so my pants aren’t strangling it. “Congratulations on your new account, hotshot. I don’t know if I told you earlier,” she says. “Thank you. You told me earlier, but you can tell me again. I like it when you praise me.” “I’m not sure there’s any room in this car, what with the size of your—” “Cock?” I interject. “I was going to say ego.” “My cock is pretty big, too, you have to admit.” I look over at her, flashing a naughty grin. “I do like your cock, you know that. Are you fishing for compliments?” I chuckle. I love that she admits to liking my cock. Most women shy away from dirty talk, but not Quinn. She’s just as blunt as I am and isn’t afraid to use words like cock or cunt. “Isn’t there any way you can go any faster? I’m dying over here.” I’m two seconds away from pulling my dick out and jacking off while she drives. “Calm your tits. We’re almost there.” She rolls her eyes but does push down on the gas pedal a bit harder. “Speaking of tits, you liked watching me fondle Miss Double D, didn’t you?” “That was one impressive rack,” she admits. “Have you ever…been with a woman?” The way she was watching us made me think she’d like to join in. I could see Quinn experimenting with other women. “No, I like dick, if you haven’t noticed.” She smiles and glances over at me. “But I can appreciate that boobs are sexy.” “What about the way she was able to lick her own nipples, wasn’t that hot?” I almost came in my pants when I saw that she could do it. That’s going in the spank bank, for sure. “That’s some party trick.” “Would you lick your own nipples if you could?” I ask her. Quinn’s boobs are amazing, large and perky, though not quite as big as Crystal’s. “Hell yeah I would. That’s like asking if you would suck your own dick if you could. Don’t even tell me you’ve never tried to; I won’t believe you.” I chuckle. “When I was 14, I tried as hard as I could, but I’m not that flexible.” “There’s a sight I would have liked to see.” She laughs. “It wasn’t even remotely sexy. I lived in fear that someone would walk in on me and catch an eyeful of me in different contorted positions.” I laugh at the memory. “It would seem as though you are a closet voyeur. How did I not know this about you until tonight?” She chews on her bottom lip. “I didn’t know it myself. I mean, I like watching porn, but I’ve never come across an opportunity to watch real-life action.” I file that information away for later and almost weep with relief when we pull into her driveway. We turn to look at each other once the car is parked in her garage, and her eyes roam over my face, stopping on my lips. She leans forward, about to kiss me. “Is there anything you need to do before I fuck you?” Once I start, I won’t be able to stop until I’m balls deep inside of her. “No.” I promptly get out of the car and walk around the front to open her door. As soon as she’s standing, I’m on her, pulling her face toward mine and taking her mouth in a hot, wet kiss. Her lips are perfect, plump, and soft, and this kiss has the perfect ratio of lips, teeth, and tongue. Her tongue dances with mine and she’s as ravenous as I am, licking and nipping at me. Her hands are busy too, untucking my shirt and reaching for my belt buckle. Fuck. I love that she’s desperate for my dick, but I reach down and bat her hands away. We need to take this inside. I reach down to palm her ass and pick her up. Her legs wrap around my waist as I carry her to the door, stopping by the security alarm so she can disarm it. Once the door is open, I stride inside and sit on the couch with Quinn straddling me. She grinds against my erection as I pull her shirt up and off. She reaches for my shirt next, and I reach over my head to tug it off. She sits back on my lap and stares down at my torso, lust and appreciation shining in her eyes. I also take a moment to appreciate my view of her. She wears a red, silky bra, but it seems like some of the material is missing because only the bottom half of her boobs are covered. The top half is exposed and I can see the pink skin of her areolas just hinting at where her nipples are. I trail my fingers across the edge of the bra, dragging the material down a bit to reveal the rest of her nipples. They’re tight little nubs and I pinch them, hard. She gasps and arches her back, bringing her chest closer to my face. “I really like this bra, Red. It seems like you chose the color just for me.” “I chose it for me. I like the way it makes me feel,” she corrects me, her voice low and throaty. “How does it make you feel?” “Sexy.” “You don’t need a bra for that. You’re sexy all on your own. Stand up, take your pants off. I want to see the rest of you.” She stands and starts to unbutton her pants. “If I’m getting naked, then so are you. Come on, let me see that gorgeous cock of yours.” I comply with her request, grabbing a condom out of my wallet before stripping off my jeans, underwear, socks, and shoes. Quinn makes quick work of her pants and heels then goes to take off her panties but I stop her. “Wait, I want to take those off.” I sit back down on the couch and pull her to stand in front of me. The underwear is also silky red, and I love the contrast against her pale skin. Quinn is curvy, her hips flaring out from her waist. I smooth my hands down them before reaching back to squeeze her ass. It bounces when I let go and I can’t wait to see it bounce on my cock. “How wet did you get watching me earlier?” I know she was aroused, but I don’t know how much. “Soaking wet,” she tells me. “I want to see.” I reach for the fabric that covers her pussy and run my fingers back and forth, testing the fabric for wetness. Sure enough, it’s soaked. “Fuck, Red. I need to taste you.” “So taste me.” I slide her panties down her legs and help her step out of them. I lean forward and nuzzle my nose right in between her legs, inhaling her musky scent, then lick her slit, grabbing her ass and pulling her forward, closer to my mouth. She holds on to my shoulders to steady herself as my tongue laps at her cunt, but I can’t quite get the right angle while she’s standing up. I stand, and she whimpers. “Why did you stop?” I look around her living room and see the ottoman in front of the couch is plush and a decent size. “Lie back on this, I need to bury my face in your pussy.” She shivers at my words and reclines on the ottoman, legs spread wide and leaning up on her elbows so she can watch me. Her red hair is wild, her face is flushed, and her tits are heaving out of her bra as she pants in anticipation. I kneel in front of her and hold her gaze as I lick her slowly, from opening to clit. “Fuck, that feels good. Don’t stop.” My licks are slow and steady, working her up, but not giving her enough friction to come. She keeps her gaze on me and I watch as she becomes more and more desperate. “Charlie.” “Hmm?” I ask, like I have all the time in the world. Quinn likes to be bossy too, and I like to make her beg. She hates begging, which makes me like it even more. She tips her hips up, chasing my tongue, but I move it to lick her folds instead. “Charlie!” she complains. “Did I ever tell you how much I love eating your pussy?” I ask her conversationally in between licks. I could eat her out for hours. Her red curls are neatly trimmed, framing her clit and pussy lips. I spread her wide open with my fingers and lick into her opening, pushing my tongue as deep as I can get it, then licking the walls as I come out. Her taste is addictive. Not all women taste the same—some are bitter, some more musky, some sour. Quinn’s pussy tastes divine, the right combination of musky, salty, and sweet. I lap up her juices, avoiding her clit, trying to drive her crazy enough to beg me. “Fuck! Charlie, I need you. Is that what you want to hear?” Bingo. “What do you need? More of my tongue?” I focus on her clit and she moans loudly. She doesn’t answer me, so I back away. “Charlie! Please, I need you to fuck me, okay? Please fuck me.” She glares at me, pissed that she gave in and begged me, but so turned on. I chuckle and reach for the condom. “My pleasure. Why didn’t you just say so?” 

My body is so desperate to come but his tongue wasn’t enough; I need his cock, and that fucking bastard always likes to make me beg. He rolls the condom on and tugs on his gorgeous cock a couple of times before lining himself up with my pussy. He pulls me forward slightly, making my ass hang just a bit off the edge of the ottoman, and rubs the head of his dick up and down my folds, coating himself with my wetness. I feel his piercing, a stark contrast to the way a cock feels. The metal of the piercing is unforgiving while his penis is hard but soft at the same time. The combination makes my eyes roll back into my head and my clit throbs as I wait for him to push into me. He doesn’t though, not right away. He picks up my legs and drapes them up over his shoulders. “Charlie!” I bark. “Now. Fuck me now.” At my tortured command, he slams into me. I’m so wet, he gains entry easily, but his girth stretches me open, making me gasp at the sudden feeling of fullness. “Fuck. This is going to be fast.” Thank God. He leans forward, seeking purchase on the edges of the ottoman to hold on. I grab on to his forearms and he starts to thrust into me. “Yessss.” I love his unrelenting rhythm. His cock is big, and I feel the piercing inside, creating more friction with each movement in and out of me. It reaches all the right places and I’m on the verge of coming. “I need you to come, Red. Are you close?” “God, yes.” He leans down and latches on to one nipple, pulling it and biting it. Then he tends to the other nipple, and the extra stimulation pushes me over the edge. Pleasure steals my breath and my vision. “Fuck!” I shout, wrapping my legs around his waist so I can keep him inside me. My pussy clamps around his dick while I come and he chuckles sexily. “I love feeling you milk my cock. Was that good?” “Mmmmm,” I tell him, too far gone for words right now. He kisses me and stays still as I come down from my orgasm. Then he starts moving again and I realize his cock is still rock hard. “You didn’t come yet?” “Not yet. Can you flip over? I need to see your ass.” “I’m not sure I can move,” I groan. My body is always a bit paralyzed after an orgasm. “I’ve got you.” He pulls out of me, helps me sit up, then I turn and face plant into the ottoman. He positions me so I’m kneeling on the carpet, folded over the ottoman for support, ass sticking out at him. He palms my ass and slaps one cheek, the unexpected sting causing me to gasp. “Don’t fall asleep on me.” “Well then, give me something to stay awake for,” I retort. He spreads my ass cheeks apart, so wide I’m completely exposed to his view. I can’t see what he’s doing, but it seems like he’s just looking at me. “You see something you like?” I ask him, unnerved at his silence and stillness. “I wish I could take a picture of you right now, all pliant and satisfied, your pussy wet and pink from my cock fucking you,” he replies, his voice so husky. “I’d title it Satisfaction.” “I bet you have a collection of naughty pictures, don’t you?” He is a photographer, after all. He slides his cock up and down my crack, teasing me. Then he squeezes my ass cheeks together, sandwiching his dick in between them, and pumps up and down. The condom catches on my skin, not slick enough to glide smoothly, so he spits. The sound is so crass, and I feel the plop as his saliva lands on my skin, but when he starts moving again, the extra spit allows him to slide easily. Fuck, his cock is so big. It makes me squirm every time it passes over my asshole, and that piercing—it’s so unyielding. “You’d think I’d have naughty pictures, but I don’t. I’m not much for remembering past hookups, but fuck, I want to keep this image for my viewing pleasure.” “Maybe I’ll send you a picture sometime.” I’ve never taken nude photos before, too afraid they would end up online somewhere, but the thought of Charlie jerking off to images of me gets me hot. “I’d like that.” He pulls back, his cockhead trailing down my crack to rub my clit. My nerve endings are still so sensitive from my orgasm that his touch is almost too much. “Fuck, Charlie,” I hiss, squirming away from his attention. Surprisingly, he heeds my complaint and finally slides into me. It’s a slow slide, inch by inch, until his pelvis is flush with my ass, then he stills. Pleasure zings through me at the way he stretches me and my recently sated body wakes up, hungry for more. I need friction, but he isn’t moving. I huff in frustration. “I want you to bounce that luscious ass on my cock,” he says in explanation. That I can do. I lift my upper body off the ottoman and brace myself. Holding on to the sides, I rock forward until I feel he’s almost completely out then I back up quickly, loving the way he fills me up. His hands cradle my hips and pull me back to meet him. “That’s it, Red. God, your ass is fantastic.” Nothing is sexier than the sounds this man makes during sex. The deep rumbles, the muttered curses, the bossy commands, even the lewd remarks about my body are all so damn hot. Charlie Nelson is one sexy beast. Soon enough, he takes control and reaches around to rub my clit. He can read my body so well, and his fingers plucking my clit while he fucks me triggers an orgasm so intense, I practically pass out. I scream my release and try to grab hold of something to keep me tethered to Earth. He pitches forward on one final thrust and shouts hoarsely along with me. His arms come around me, stilling my flailing movements and holding me close as his dick pulses inside me. “Fucking hell, that was amazing.” He pants into my neck. “Mmmm,” I agree. “You paralyzed?” He knows this about me—orgasms always steal my coordination and leave me in a heap of spasms and heavy limbs. “Mmmmhmm.” “Stay here, I’ll take care of you.” Those words sound so foreign coming out of Charlie’s mouth. I know he means he’ll take care of my body. Not of me. I don’t want anyone to take care of me. I just want orgasms. And Charlie is good at giving me orgasms. I’ll never depend on any man to take care of me ever again. Charlie returns moments later with a warm cloth and wipes between my legs gently. Then he lifts me easily into his arms and carries me to my bed. “Is it okay if I crash here? I can be out of your hair first thing in the morning,” he promises. I usually hate having men stay the night. If it were anyone else, I’d make them leave immediately. In fact, if it were anyone else, I wouldn’t have brought them to my house at all, but Charlie is in this strange category. He isn’t some random hookup; he’s someone I see all the time in my circle of friends. I guess he’s my friend with an amazing cock who I like to have sex with on occasion, so I trust him more than a random stranger. That’s the only reason I tug him down into bed with me, snuggle into his side, and promptly fall asleep with the warmth of his arm wrapped around my waist. 





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Isabel Love is a hopeless romantic. She loves reading about two people falling in love, overcoming whatever obstacles they may face, and finding their happily ever after. A husband, two kids, and a full-time job keep her busy by day, but by night, she can be found with her Kindle in hand, reading “just one more chapter”.


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Relinquish by Sapphire Knight

Title: Relinquish
An Oath Keepers MC NovelAuthor: Sapphire KnightGenre: Romantic Suspense
Cover Design: CT Cover Creations
Photograph: Wander Aguiar Photography
Model: Jamie Knight
Release Date: May 15, 2015


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Free bird-
He calls me free bird, yet I’m not the one who’s free.
At least not as free as he is.

He’s covered in tattoos, roaring down a Texas highway,
and living life. I sit here, pondering what my life could be.

It was only supposed to be some fun, not like this.

I’m Avery, flustered Barista- looking for a diversion.
I’m not like the others.
I’m not ready to give-in and accept my fate.

2 Piece-
I didn’t have a clue that the pull would be so strong.
To concede, or relent, to just accept my feelings for her.

She came looking for me, when I had no idea I wanted to be found.

She’s so strong, it’s mesmerizing, but I’m not the only one who notices.
Just when it hits me of what’s right in front of me, waiting,
things turn chaotic.

I’m 2 Piece, a stubborn member of the Oath Keepers MC. You think you know me because I’m a typical biker?
You don’t have a clue.

Together, this is our story.

Can we relinquish and submit to our hearts?
Author’s note: Warning for violence/HEA/No Cheating.

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Sapphire Knight is the International Bestselling Author of Secrets, Exposed, Relinquish, Corrupted, Forsaken Control, Unwanted Sacrifices, Friction, Unexpected Forfeit, Russian Roulette, Princess and 1st Time Love.
The series are called Russkaya Mafiya, Oath Keepers MC, Ground and Pound, and Dirty Down South. Her books all reflect on what she loves to read herself.
Sapphire's a Texas girl who is crazy about football. She's always had a knack for writing, whether it is poems or stories.
She originally studied psychology and believes that it's added to her passion for writing.

Sapphire is the proud mom of two boys and has been married for thirteen years. When she's not busy in her writing cave, she's playing with her three Doberman Pinschers. She loves to donate to help animals and watch a good action movie.


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Deity’s Soulmate By Angelina Kerner

YA Fantasy and AdventureDate Published: April 1, 2017

From author Angelina Kerner (Seven Hours: Challenge Accepted) comes an all-new fantasy series about Gardenia, a daughter of Athena, and her 100 years of coursework on how to create whole new worlds and subjects of her own.
A sheltered schoolchild in a realm of condescending gods and goddesses, Gardenia goes to Earth on a dare to  witness the unsavory side of mankind for herself.  Believing she can do better, she undertakes the formation of an entire galaxy, but without permission from Zeus.   
Zeus disciplines her by assigning an epic 13-fold creational lesson destined to take her a century to complete.  But he is taken aback once more when she makes an odd choice.  She vows to fulfill this knowledge quest by tracking down a lost race of dragons, and discovering the secrets they’ve kept since time began.
Searching the universe to meet even one dragon may be a fool’s errand, but that’s the least of her worries.  For ancient wartime resentments linger between the nations of dragons and deities, and some dragons would attack Gardenia on sight!  
Yet she ventures out undaunted, learning unexpected things about nomadic life, tender love, and mortal peril along the way.  The biggest surprise of all, though, goes by the name of Ri.  Ri may be the man of her dreams, the voice in her head, the dragon she’s seeking, or all these things and more...Meanwhile, the Fates brew sordid plans of their own and Hera jealously sets traps and trials for Gardenia at every chance.  What’s a young goddess to do?  Flight or fight?

About the Author

Angelina Kerner, a Pisces, was born during the Chinese astrological year of the Snake, which she absolutely adores. Angelina loves snakes, and was once allowed to feed one a rat. That was an experience of a lifetime.

She moved around during her young years from Novosibirsk to Kaluga in Russia. Finally settling in the San Francisco Bay Area, California, her teenage years were spent dancing in troupes and performing on stage. The dances ranged from waltz to tango, from Jewish to Russian, and finally belly dance. She was accepted into six out of seven universities, and decided to stay close to her family. Angelina pursued a psychology degree until she saw graduates working for Starbucks and then decided to pursue another career path in the department of Social Sciences. The difficult coursework, her job, and finding her life partner inspired her to turn to writing which, at the time, wasn't so much a hobby as a way to escape daily routine.

She worked on countless stories, never really finishing them, but came to understand that flash fiction wasn't for her. After finding an online community where she met her best friend, her writing flourished, making publication a possible next step. She is now the author of one published novel for both young adults and adults, and aspires to publish her other fantasy and crime fiction works soon. Her next project involves a competition for a beautiful phoenix. That novel will, hopefully, make its debut in 2017 or 2018. Angelina currently divides her time between her family, work, writing, and a lot of cats.

Visit her website at www.kernerangelina.live

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Surrender By JG Sumner

Romantic SuspenseDate Published: June 6. 2017Publisher: Limitless Publishing

The cartel was certain they had wiped out the entire Bertalucci family…but they were wrong. 
Tony Bertalucci is fighting to get the hell out of Italy before the cartel realizes their mistake, and one woman might be the key to his plan. 
American Katherine Anderson is nursing a broken heart in Italy, but moving on becomes a whole lot easier when a handsome Italian man saunters into her life. 
But Tony’s scheme goes south, and now they’re both on the run. As more clues start to surface, exposing the real reason Tony’s family was murdered, it leaves him facing an impossible situation… 



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JG Sumner is a Registered Nurse who went rogue.  As good as she was at starting IV's, she enjoys writing the down the stories in her head even more.  Most of the time the characters won't stop pestering her until she has them down on paper.JG can often be found with a glass of red wine or prosecco in front of her computer.  When she's not creating, she enjoys the outdoors hiking, bike riding, snowboarding, and camping.JG has a very dry sense of humor, and should never be taken too seriously.  She loves to hear from her fans, and even those who aren't and would love to hear your opinion on her books.JG writes romantic suspense/thrillers including: A Shot in the Dark, Into the Light, The Surrender Trilogy including Surrender, Shattered, and Saved which will be available through Limitless Publishing soon.

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Alamir by Nesa Miller

  Title: AlamirSeries: Blood of Kaos SeriesBy: Nesa MillerPublication Date: July 1, 2017Genre: Urban Fantasy#alamirblitz The Alamir came about to protect the human realm from evils worse than humans.
Torn from a life of childish innocence, fourteen-year-old Etain Rhys witnesses the brutal murder of her family. Running for her life, she inadvertently lands in the mystical realm of the Alamir. Scared and alone, she’s taken in by a small clan and learns their warrior ways. Moving up the ranks in a short time, the day comes when her chieftain tells her it’s time to move on. Although her heart burns for revenge, she soon realizes it will take more than a sword and her newfound powers to track down her family’s murderer. Lord Darknight, the elusive chieftain of the LOKI clan, one of the most powerful in the Alamir, has connections that could aid her quest. A dangerous encounter with the warrior might prove advantageous - if she can survive him…and his dark secret.
AMAZON US - http://amzn.to/2sUG2cYAMAZON UK - https://goo.gl/UUJPOrAMAZON CA - https://goo.gl/rkLlBR A late bloomer from Texas, living the life in jolly ol' England with her handsome English husband. The couple loves traveling to magical places, experiencing new cultures, meeting new people, and, most of all, taking a break from everyday life.
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The Brightest Star by B. Cranford

Title: SnatchSeries: Cerberus MC #5 (Standalone)Author: Marie JamesGenre: M/M Contemporary RomanceRelease Date: July 13, 2017


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I’ve been Jaxon Donovan since the day I was born, obviously. My road name, Snatch, came years later due to my ability to literally snatch up any woman I set my sights on. I’ve always been a connoisseur of the opposite sex. Tall, short, thin, thick and juicy, my tastes knew no limitations.
I didn’t think there was a limitation to my sexuality, and I found out just how true that actually was the night my best friend took it upon himself to take me in his mouth. Sure, there’d been close calls before, the slip of a hand or misplaced lips. With our propensity to share women, it’s bound to happen. That fateful night, I was met with pure intention and an experience I never want to forget.
How do you explain to your friends, your brother’s in arms, that your extremely active sexuality has led you to your best friend’s door step? How do you admit, after twenty-six years of heterosexuality, that you’re into something else?
I’ll soon find out that what happens in the dark will always come to light.

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Marie James is a full-time working mother of two amazing little boys and wife of almost 13 years. She enjoys reading in her spare time, and diet coke is always near. Central Texas is where Marie calls home and has lived most of her life. With 13 published books under her belt, she has no desire to stop writing anytime soon and has dozens of book ideas to keep her busy.

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The Unrequited by Saffron A. Kent

Title: The UnrequitedAuthor: Saffron A. KentGenre: Contemporary/Erotic RomanceRelease Date: July 13, 2017


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Layla Robinson is not crazy. She is suffering from unrequited love. But it’s time to move on. No more stalking, no more obsessive calling.
What she needs is a distraction. The blue-eyed guy she keeps seeing around campus could be a great one—only he is the new poetry professor—the married poetry professor.
Thomas Abrams is a stereotypical artist—rude, arrogant, and broody—but his glares and taunts don’t scare Layla. She might be bad at poetry, but she is good at reading between the lines. Beneath his prickly façade, Thomas is lonely, and Layla wants to know why. Obsessively.
Sometimes you do get what you want. Sometimes you end up in the storage room of a bar with your professor and you kiss him. Sometimes he kisses you back like the world is ending and he will never get to kiss you again. He kisses you until you forget the years of unrequited love; you forget all the rules, and you dare to reach for something that is not yours.
NOTE: Please be aware that this book deals with sensitive topics like cheating and death. 18+ Only.

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I’m hit by a storm of desire to kiss him better. It’s a tornado, an avalanche in my body, and in one breathless moment, I decide to go for it. It’s okay. I can take the blame for it later. I break the rules and reach up and kiss him. A feathery peck on his plump lips, it’s a kiss of solidarity, a kiss that intends to tell him I understand—but one isn’t enough. It only manages to ratchet up my lust. So I give him another, this time on the corner of his mouth, and then another one on his jaw. It’s not enough, these small, barely-there touches. I want more, but I won’t take it. I’ll be good; I’ll only give. Abruptly, he fists my curls and stops me. I look at him fearfully, ready to apologize—not for the kiss, but for being the kisser. His gaze reflects passion, stark, raving need, and I shiver, despite wearing layers and sweating with his heat.“Are you trying to kiss me, Layla?” he rasps, flexing his fingers on my makeshift ponytail. He couldn’t tell? Blush rises to the surface and I know I’m glowing like a neon sign. Swallowing, I nod. “Yes.”He inches closer to me, still not touching—as impossible as that is—but infinitely closer. “You want to kiss me, Miss Robinson, you do it right.”Oh God, does he have to call me that? Now, here? My spine arches on its own and my heavy tits graze the contours of his shuddering chest.“H-How?” I ask innocently, belying the daring action of my body. His stern, professor-y voice is doing things to me, making me wild, uncontrolled.For a second, he’s silent, just watching. I’m afraid he’ll back out from whatever this is, whatever insanity we’re about to commit—but then I sense the shift in the liquor-laced air as he opens his mouth and growls, “Like this.”





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Writer of bad romances. Coffee Addict. White Russian Drinker. Imaginary Ballet Dancer and poetess. Aspiring Lana Del Ray of the book world.

I'm a big believer in love (obviously). I believe in happily ever after, the butterflies and the tingling. But I also believe in edgy, rough and gutsy kind of love. I believe in pushing the boundaries, darker (sometimes morally ambiguous) emotions and imperfections.

The kind of love I write about is flawed just like my characters. And I hope by the end of it, you'll come to root for them just as much as me. Because love, no matter where it comes from, is always pure and beautiful. 



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Ripple Effect by Keri Lake

Title: Ripple EffectAuthor: Keri LakeGenre: Dark Erotic Romance
Cover Design: Hang LeRelease Date: July 25, 2017


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Ripley

They call me RIP.
I’m a killer. A murderer. A psychopath.
In the eyes of the righteous, I’m a monster, born of sin and depravity.
I want to protect her, but I’m not a good man.
I want to love her, but I no longer feel.
She gets under my skin, though, and has awakened something inside of me.
Something I’d kill for.
I’m not her savior—not even close. In fact, I’m worse than the hell she’s already suffered.
I’m her vengeance. Tit for tat, as they say.
And if she’s not careful, I’ll be her ruin.

Dylan

For months, I’ve watched him.
I’ve fantasized him as my savior, my lover. My ticket out of the hell I’ve lived in for the last six years.
I never dreamed he’d be my nightmare.
Had I known what he really is, I’d have never gotten in the car that night, but life is full of cause and effect.
And sometimes the choice on offer isn’t a choice at all.
It’s the result of something already in motion, and we’re merely left to survive the ripple effect.

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Keri Lake is a dark romance writer who specializes in demon wrangling, vengeance dealing and wicked twists. Her stories are gritty, with antiheroes that walk the line of good and bad, and feisty heroines who bring them to their knees.  When not penning books, she enjoys spending time with her husband, daughters, and their rebellious Labrador (who doesn’t retrieve a damn thing).  She runs on strong coffee and alternative music, loves a good red wine, and has a slight addiction to dark chocolate.

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BROOKLYN BLUES by R.E. Hargrave

BROOKLYN BLUES by R.E. HargraveGenre: BDSM Erotica (short story)
By day, Brooklyn Crenshaw goes to work and does her job. She doesn't make waves, simply follows orders and stays off the radar. Oh, and she might have a crush on WILLIAM K. BAXTER from across the hall. Each time she passes his office—with his polished name plate on the window—her gut clenches with desire at the sight of him. But he never looks up, can't possibly know who she is, and even if he did, her needs would send him running. Because they always ran.

At night, in private, she turns on her laptop so that her Sir can turn her on. Brooklyn’s never seen His face, but she knows His voice and the magic of His words. The arrangement works for her. Mostly.

As the office holiday party approaches, Brooklyn starts receiving Secret Santa gifts which suggest more than casual interest, Sir reveals his fondness for exhibition and voyeurism, and WILLIAM K. BAXTER finally looks up at her, and waves.

Brooklyn begins to question everything. Does she continue to follow the orders of a man who hides behind technology, but is always there, or does she take a chance on the man right in front of her who’s seen her at long last? Then there is the Secret Santa who seems to know what makes Brooklyn tick. So many decisions.

‘Tis the season… to be kinky.





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Domestic engineer. Author. Burgeoning editor. And quite possibly certifiable. Believing every story can shine bright with a bit of tenacious tough love, R.E. Hargrave is thorough and to the point. An international bestselling author, she takes storytelling and manuscript polishing seriously, working with her authors and on her own creations to ensure they come to life, crawling from the pages and into the reader’s souls.

Hargrave lives on the outskirts of Dallas, TX and is married to her high school sweetheart; together they are raising three children. A native 'mutt,' she has lived in New Hampshire, Pennsylvania, South Carolina, Alabama, Texas, and California. She is fond of setting her stories—which range from the sweet to the paranormal, to the erotic and horrific—on location in South Carolina and Texas.

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Twisted Duet Box Set by L.L. Collins

Title: Twisted Duet Box SetAuthor: L.L. CollinsGenre: Contemporary RomanceRelease Date: July 12, 2017


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Life is a series of choices, and every one we make sends us down a different path…
It is easy to look back at your life and see the mistakes you’ve made and wonder how it all could’ve been different. But when the path you thought would last forever comes to an end and you have to choose a new one, do you follow the route that looks the straightest and easiest? Or do you follow your heart and choose the one that might have more twists and turns but could lead you to the happiest tomorrows?
Follow the story of lifelong friends Liane and Blake as they navigate life, love, and the twists that both inevitably take you on as fate tries to straighten their path once and for all. 

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Twisted Paths
The first thing I notice is that the man is seriously beautiful. His body is cut and sculpted like he spends hours a day in the gym, and even in the dim light from the pool deck, I can tell he’s tan. His board shorts hang low on his hips, and the defined cuts of muscle on his chest and abs is enough to send women running to him and dropping at his feet. Had I been a single woman, he would definitely be my type. My eyes lift past his impeccable body to the face and head that’s attached, and that’s when my heart completely stops. I must’ve gasped out loud, because I feel Mia turn and look at me as he gets closer.

I feel my mouth drop open as his eyes meet mine for the first time in years. “Blake.” He stops in his tracks, both of us staring at each other for what seems like every moment of the time we have been apart. I can’t believe he’s standing here, and had it not been for Mia standing next to me, I might’ve thought I was dreaming. 
He lifts his eyes back to my face, a small smile playing on his lips. “Well, well, well,” he drawls, his South Carolina accent more pronounced than I remember. “Look what the cat dragged in.” He smirks at me before hauling my dripping wet body to his. The second our skin touches, I inhale sharply. It isn’t lost on me that we’re wearing the equivalent of underwear and our bodies are pressed together like they belong there. His hard muscles press into my softness as his hands caress my back, and my mind goes back to that alcove all those years ago where we had first touched. I’ve purposely stayed away from that area of the beach since I arrived; there are some things better left alone. 





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L.L. Collins loves spending her days in the Florida sun with her husband and two boys. LL has been writing since she was old enough to write. Always a story in her head, she finally decided to let the characters out made her lifelong dream of becoming an author come true. She's the bestselling author of the Living Again Series, the Twisted Series, Back to the Drawing Board, the Jaded Regret Series, and Ravenous. Visit LL on her website, www.llcollinsauthor.com and on all social media. Look for more of her emotionally charged novels soon!

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