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July 12, 2017
Blue Balls by RC Boldt
Title: Blue BallsAuthor: RC BoldtGenre: Romantic Comedy
Cover Design: Letitia Hasser, RBA DesignsRelease Date: August 8, 2017
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BLUE BALLS
Truth: A painful condition caused by a prolonged state of sexual arousal without release. Myth: Only affects males.
SARAH
I’m beyond frustrated with the man who’s left me high and very far from dry. Multiple times. But, somehow, even though I’m not interested in a relationship, Mr. Tall-Dark-and-Handsome keeps me coming back for more—one crazy, sexual debacle after the next.
Come hell or high water, the stars will align, and the release will be out of this world.
JACK
I’m captivated with the woman who’s left me sixty-nine shades of blue, and she's only in this for one thing. The first time, I blew it—and not in the good way—but I’m going to ensure we finally see it through. I need to put an end to this “plague” of sexual calamities and prove to Sarah that we can have more.
It's time to grab the universe by the balls and show it who's boss.
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RC Boldt is the wife of Mr. Boldt, a retired Navy Chief, mother of Little Miss Boldt, and former teacher of many students. She currently lives on the southeastern coast of North Carolina, enjoys long walks on the beach, running, reading, people watching, and singing karaoke. If you're in the mood for some killer homemade mojitos, can't recall the lyrics to a particular 80's song, or just need to hang around a nonconformist who will do almost anything for a laugh, she's your girl.
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Blue by S.M. West
Title: BlueAuthor: S.M. WestGenre: Contemporary RomanceRelease Date: July 12, 2017
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Blue. The color of devotion.
CARYS WOLFE is my heart.Mine, always. Leaving her nearly killed me.I thought it was the only way to keep her safe.She’s moved on, and I want her back.
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EVAN HART is my heart.Loving him is my destiny. I waited my entire life for our time,for us to finally be together, only to have him leave.Now he’s back.Though my mind can’t forgive him, my heart can’t forget.
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“Evan, I want to know what happened, but I have a life now and you need to know…” She trails off, her eyes darting away from mine.
“What?”
Gazing up at me, she continues, “Whatever you have to say, it’s not going to change a thing. We’re over.”
My heart twists and breathing becomes difficult. Mother fuck, her words cut deep, hurting even though they aren’t true. Sure, she believes them on some level—she had to, in order to get through what I did. Yet, along with the hurt and disappointment swimming in her eyes, there’s also tenderness and love.
“Tell me you’re happy and I’ll walk away.”
We always pushed each other, challenged the other to face our fears, to be honest with ourselves, with each other. I need to hear her say it. I don’t believe it, but if she is over me, I need to hear it in her voice and see it in her face—not because I want to, but because it’s the only way I can even begin to accept that we’re over. Even then, it’s not possible.
“I’m happy.” Her tone is laden with bravado, but no true emotion. Even her gaze, which never wavers from mine, is flat.
Shaking my head, I briefly cast my eyes downward to suppress my smile. “No, you’re not.”
“Van.” I flinch at that fucking name.
As a child, I thought it was so fucking cool to have a nickname that only my best friends would call me. Now, hearing “Van” from her pretty lips, I want to obliterate the word from her vocabulary, fucking kiss the word out of her.
“You can call me asshole for all I care, you’re not happy,” I retort in frustration. Catching my tone, I breathe deeply and loosen my fists to relax. “Don’t lie to me, and most of all, don’t lie to yourself.”
“You don’t know what you’re talking about. You want to see what you want. I’m with Greg, and we’re happy.”
She grimaces infinitesimally, then averts her eyes from me. Unable to read her, I’m not sure if it’s because she means it and doesn’t want to hurt my feelings or if the lie tastes nasty in her mouth.“Sweetness, I know everything there is to know about you, without apology. You can’t lie to me.”
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S.M. West is an indie author who writes contemporary romance, romantic suspense, erotica and whatever her heart desires.
She spends her time juggling ay day job, being a mom and wife, and writing. On top of that, she's a self-professed junkie of many things including a voracious fan of music, a born wanderer, a wine aficionado and chocolate connoisseur.
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Snatch by Marie James
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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Jameson by Jillian Quinn
Title: JamesonSeries: Face-Off #4Author: Jillian QuinnGenre: Contemporary RomanceRelease Date: July 12, 2017
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As the man-of-honor in the most anticipated sports wedding of the year, Jameson O’Connor has a problem. He needs a date. But his best friend, who is also the bride-to-be, keeps scaring them away. On accident.
Through the course of planning the bridal shower, shopping for wedding gowns, and hosting bachelorette parties, Jameson finally meets a girl who can hang. Or so he thinks. When he meets Regan Turner at a basketball game, Jameson has no idea she’s hockey royalty.
Because of her upbringing, Regan is through with hockey players and wants no part of them. She assumes Jameson is an athlete because of the company he keeps. But she likes him. And Jameson is persistent. He won’t take no for an answer.
Jameson likes the sporty blonde, wears her down with his charms, and Regan will be his date to the wedding. No matter how much convincing it takes to get her there.
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Jameson
Following Rico up the steps, we jog up to the top level, and sprint toward the concession stands. With the Sixers getting their asses handed to them, the halls are starting to crowd. People shuffle about, knocking into us as we pass. Once we reach the counter, I shake my head, disappointed, because the concession stand has closed for the night.“I don’t think they have any more nachos, kiddo. Would you settle for soda and another hot dog?”Rico folds his arm over his chest and pouts. “But I want nachos.”“They’re all out.” I clamp my hand down on his shoulder and move him in front of me so he can get a better look at what they have left. “You can have a hot dog, pretzel, or ice cream. Which one do you want?”“I think I can help you out,” a woman says from behind me.At first, I don’t realize she’s talking to me. Not until she strokes my arm with her fingers, commanding my attention. Her touch sends a chill through me. She smells sweet, like honey, and good enough to eat.I spin around, holding onto Rico. The girl smiles so wide that it reaches up to her bright, blue eyes. Tucking a strand of blonde hair behind her ear, she moves closer to me. She has a girl next-door look about her, but she’s also sporty, like Charlie, and is in full basketball gear, looking as though she just stepped off the court.A girl that reminds me of Charlie is never a bad thing. She’s the coolest girl I have ever known. Despite being subpar at most sports, I’ve always loved them and continue to coach youth basketball with Charlie.Beautiful beyond words, I have trouble coming up with anything decent to say as I take her in, thinking of all the dirty things I’d like to do with her mouth. As her lips part, her breath hitches. She’s about to say something when Rico breaks the silence.“Nachos!” Rico demands.I laugh, as does the girl in front of me. Her laughter is soft and feminine and like music to my ears.“I can help you out with your nacho problem.” She holds out her hand for me to shake. And I do, mostly because I want an excuse to touch her. “I’m Regan, and you are…” She waits for me to stop acting like a moron and get my shit together.“Jameson O’Connor. Jamie. My friends call me Jamie.” Wow! Real smooth, dude.“I like Jameson better,” she says, grinning. “The name suits you.”“Thanks, I guess.” I stuff my hands into my jean pockets. “Regan isn’t a name you hear often either.”“That’s my dad for you.” She chuckles to herself as if there’s a private joke behind her name. “How about you two handsome guys follow me, and I’ll get you those nachos.”“Yay! Thank you!” Rico latches onto her by wrapping his arms around her stomach. “Cute kid you have here,” she says, staring at me while patting Rico on the back. “I don’t know about all that,” I deadpan. “Rico is a pain. You can keep him if you’d like.”“Hey!” Rico finally unhooks himself from Regan to give me the stink eye. “Take it back.”Hooking my arm around Rico, I walk down the long hallway next to Regan. “I’m kidding. I’d never give my buddy away.”“Rico,” she says as if thinking to herself and staring down at him to get another glance at his face. “You don’t hear that name often either. Have we met before?”“No, I don’t think so. You have the kind of face I wouldn’t forget.”She laughs, blush spreading across her cheeks. But she doesn’t respond to my stupid comment that sounded like a pickup line, even though it wasn’t intended as one.The crowds are getting heavier as we pass, and the buzzer still hasn’t sounded, which means we have time to get back to our seats. I hope. But I’m also unsure if I want to go back now that I have Regan’s company. After we loop around the corner, she stops in front of a different concession stand. “Hey, Joe.” Regan waves to a balding man behind the counter. “Can I get two nachos and two Cokes for my new friends?” She winks at me as she says this.She has a certain ease about her that reminds me of Charlie. You can be yourself around girls like them. Except, for some reason, she makes me nervous. I think of asking her out as we wait for Joe to fill the plastic containers with cheese. What if she shoots me down? Not that it would matter. It’s not like we will see each other again. What do I have to lose?Joe hands the nachos to Rico first, and then, the other set to me. Regan takes a chip from my tray, dunks it in cheese, and shoves it into her mouth with her eyes trained on me. We share a moment. With me focusing on her mouth as she chews, it takes me a second before I realize Joe is trying to get my attention to hand me a cup of soda.“Thank you.” I lift the drink from the counter and hold it up in acknowledgment. Then, I turn to Regan, who has stolen another chip from me. “How is it that you have the hook up around here?”“I know a guy who knows a guy,” she deadpans, laughing to herself.“What are you doing this weekend?”I’m usually not so forward with women. My question surprises me just as much as Regan. I like to check women out, make sure they’re not crazy or up to Charlie’s standards before I ask them out on a date. But I feel comfortable around Regan. Plus, she didn't even know me and went out of her way to get Rico food. The least I can do is return the favor and buy her a decent meal that doesn’t consist of processed cheese and corn chips.“Umm…nothing much. Are you asking me out, Jameson O’Connor?” She inches closer to me and the tension between us is burning like a lit match.“Yeah, I suppose I am asking you out. So, what do you say? Do you want to have dinner with me on Saturday night?”She holds her finger up to her lip, pretending to think it over. The wait is killing me. Say yes already.Before she can respond, I hear Alex call out, “There’s the man-of-honor. We’ve been looking for you everywhere.”I was so caught up in Regan and getting Rico his nachos that I’d forgotten about the game. How is it I didn’t even notice the buzzer go off, only the people tearing through the halls in a rush to get out of the building?“I’m right here,” I say, annoyed.Our entire wedding party follows behind Alex, including Charlie, who has a strange look on her face. She seems confused, but I have no idea why.Coming up next to me, Charlie does something I least expect when she locks onto Regan. She hugs her as if they have known each other for years.“How are you?” Charlie asks, taking a step back from Regan to stand next to me. “It’s been a while. Is your dad keeping you busy?”Regan shrugs. “You know my dad.”Alex glances at me, confused, and then, back to Regan. “What are you doing out here with Jamie? How do you guys know each other?”“We don’t,” I interject before she can respond. “They were out of nachos at the concession by our seats, and Regan helped us out.”“Mind your own business, Parker.” Regan’s tone is playful. She speaks to him as if she’s good friends with Alex. Who is this chick?“Oh, shit,” Tyler says, stealing the show with his dominance, as he moves through the crowd to get to Regan. “Are you gonna tell your dad we’re up to no good again?”Regan blushes, looking away from him and to me. She holds my gaze for a few seconds before rolling her eyes at Tyler. “Will you ever let me live that down, Kane? I was a teenager back then.”“You’re not a kid anymore,” he jokes, and that earns him an elbow to the biceps from Regan.“Shut it, Kane, before I shut it for you.”After Carter exchanges pleasantries with Regan, I start to feel left out of this conversation. Everyone seems to know Regan except for me. And she never had the chance to answer my question.“So, you’re with Coach,” Regan says to me. “I had no idea.”“Why? Would you have treated me differently if I you had known?”She nods. “Yes, actually, I would have.”“Meaning?” I ask, hoping she will elaborate.“I was about to say yes, but now…” Her voice trails off, leaving me even more confused by the conversation. What has changed since Charlie and the gang had to show up and ruin everything?“I don’t mix business with pleasure. Sorry.” She gives my arm a pity stroke that sets my skin on fire.Why is she sorry?Regan flashes a tiny small before saying her goodbye’s to everyone in our group, including me. “It was nice meeting you, Jameson.”“Wait.” I grab her forearm as she walks away. “You never answered my question.”A sullen expression crosses her face. “Under different circumstances, I would’ve said yes to you in a heartbeat.”“What circumstances?” I ask, bewildered.“I can’t get mixed up in my father’s business. I’m sorry. It’s just not a good idea. But I’m glad we met. Come by and see me sometime. I'll make sure you have nachos for the next game.”Without giving me time to interject, she waves over her shoulder at me, falling in line with the rest of the crowd, as she strolls down the hall.Charlie leans close and whispers into my ear. “Did you ask Regan out?”I frown. “Yeah, but she shot me down.”“She doesn’t date athletes.”“But I’m not an athlete,” I counter, “not even close.”Charlie shrugs. “Yeah, but I bet she thinks you are one just by association with me.”“Why would she think I’m one of your players?” I stare down at my clothes. I’m built, but nowhere near the kind of conditioning that screams professional athlete.“You’re in much better shape that you realize, Jamie.” She acts nonchalant. “It’s probably for the best. If things didn’t work out for you, it would mess up my relationship with her father, and I can’t have that.”“Who is her father?” The question of the hour.“Mike Turner.”It takes me a minute to recognize the name. “Her dad is the Mike Turner?”“The one and only,” Charlotte says.I scratch the stubble on my chin, trying to process the news. Mike Turner is the general manager for the Flyers, a hall of famer, and one of the most legendary hockey players to step onto the ice. “I guess that makes her like hockey royalty.”Charlie nods. “Yup, which also makes her off-limits to you.”A challenge. Knowing that Charlie wants me to stay away only makes me want to pursue Regan even more. I also want to change her mind and make Regan see that I am not like my friends.
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Jillian Quinn is the author of the Amazon international bestselling Face-Off hockey series as well as other sexy, sporty romances.
Jillian loves sports, bad boys, dirty talkers, strong females, and books with plenty of heat—all of which you will find in her books. As a lover of all things bookish, she has a serious book hoarding problem and runs a blog in her free time. When she’s not reading, writing, or blogging, she’s obsessively fangirling over hockey players and can be found wherever she can catch the next hockey game.
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Privileged by Carrie Aarons
Title: PrivilegedAuthor: Carrie AaronsGenre: New Adult Romance
Cover Design: Sarah Hansen, Okay CreationsRelease Date: July 23, 2017
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In a world of wealth and power, the rules of love and war are nothing as they seem.
Nora Randolph never wanted a life of luxury. But when her mother falls in love with the heir to the British throne, their small-town lives are uprooted and every little girl’s fantasy becomes her reality. All too quickly, she learns the dangers of running in circles with the world’s elite, especially when she attracts the attention of Winston Academy’s resident golden boy.
Asher Frederick has known nothing but favor and fortune. The son of London’s most influential family, his future has been written in stone since infancy. But a tragic childhood loss redirects his course, and revenge has been boiling in his blood for years. When innocent and unaware Nora lands in his path, it’s as if the universe hands him the ammunition to finally drag his enemy through the mud.
But as his plan for vengeance gets more twisted, so do his feelings for Nora. And as her immersion into the upper crust dives deeper, she struggles to keep the secret she’s been guarding for eighteen years.
Heavy lies the crown, and when the ultimate betrayal blindsides her, will either of them survive the consequences that come crashing down on their heads?
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Carrie has wanted to be an author since the first time she opened a book. She loves spinning tales that include dapper men, women with attitude, and the occasional hunky athlete.
When she isn't in what her husband calls a "writing coma", Carrie is freeing up her jam-packed DVR, starting her latest DIY project, or planning her next travel adventure. She lives in New Jersey with her husband, who is more than happy to watch sports while his wife plots love stories.
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July 11, 2017
A Little Submission Box Set by Zoe Blake
Title: A Little Submission Box SetSeries: An Age Play CollectionAuthor: Zoe BlakePublication Date: July 2017#alittlesubmissionblitz
They were forced to submit under the dominance of their powerful husbands. Bare-bottomed spankings, childish dresses, humiliating punishments, every facet of their lives controlled. Pleasure and pain are one in the era of Victorian age play. An essential collection from the author who has mastered the genre of historical age play. USA Today Bestseller Zoe Blake is known for her explicit descriptions, creative punishments and wickedly wanton love scenes. The Submission of Little Emmie Lord Burkewood was not looking for a traditional wife, but a young lady he could pamper, punish and train. Disciplining the Maid Accepting pleasure and punishment, Lily must submit every part of her body for Lord Stockton’s use, dress in immature clothing, and turn her back on adulthood forever. Penelope’s Punishment “I’ll be the match and the fire, Kitten. You run. I chase. You’re mine now. I won’t let you go.” With those words of warning, Penelope became the married possession of the most dangerous man she had ever met. Chosen to be his Little Angeline Lord Blackhurst felt a fierce need to possess and protect the child-like Angeline from the moment he laid eyes on her. She was never given a choice. She would be his. The Duke’s Possession Marriage to Lord Asherton, the Duke of Cumberland, will mean childish dresses, bottles of warm milk and an early bedtime in a nursery for Charlotte. Papa’s Little Pain Princess Lord Archer will force Winnie to accept a world of harsh discipline, demanding passion and humiliating degradations. 
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“The Submission of Little Emmie” – ExcerptLord Burkewood snatched Emmie’s arm and dragged her across his lap. He had the back of her dress up and her drawers down before she could draw a breath, and took a moment to survey the nice blush left on her bottom by the earlier correction from Mrs. Pew. He could also see a bit of pink peeking out from between her inner thighs, as well. However, neither of these would lessen the punishment he was about to give her.Those strong hands she had admired and feared moments earlier now descended onto her unprotected buttocks without hesitation or restraint. Emmie screeched in pain and fear as she felt the devastating skin on skin contact. Lord Burkewood purposely swung his arm so the flat of his hand made full contact with the lower curve of her backside, repeating the chastisement for a minimum of twenty cracks. He never did fewer than twenty; it was a matter of principle. "Stop! Stop! Please god, stop!" Emmie wailed, her small hands digging into his strong thighs.He ignored her, only pausing to admire her flaming buttocks. Thinking the worst was over, she made an effort to dislodge herself from his lap. This was a mistake, and His Lordship showed her the error of her assumption by delivering another blistering round of smacks. Emmie was now crying so hard she started to choke. Never in her short life had she experienced such pain.“Chosen to be His Little Angeline” – Excerpt"Lift your skirts."Sobbing, she reached back and grabbed small handfuls of the material, slowly inching it up her thighs. She stopped when the material bunched around her bottom. "Lift them all the way up, Angeline," Blackhurst snapped. Dutifully she submitted, pulling the material over her bottom to bunch around her waist. Stepping behind her, Blackhurst looked at her pale pink skin through the thin fabric of her pantalets. He ran a single finger down the seam of her bottom, pushing the fabric away from her cheeks, framing them. Angeline startled and tried to rise. He placed a restraining hand on her lower back, preventing her."Be still."He observed how the thin cambric both displayed and hid her charms. Feeling her sharp indrawn breath as he slid his hand from her lower back to curve around to her front, he gently pulled on the ribbon holding her pantalets in place. Hooking two fingers on either side, he slowly slid the fabric down her hips. Crouching down on his haunches behind her, Blackhurst eased the undergarment down over first one slippered foot, then the other.Angeline whimpered when she felt his warm breath on the under curve of her bottom. She started to squirm and shift, confused by the dueling emotions of embarrassment, fear and arousal. He smiled, knowing full well his effect on the poor naive girl and then once again rose to his full height. He took a moment to enjoy the sight of this sweet little angel anxiously waiting for her first spanking with her soft bottom on full view. Despite her slight frame, she had an ample bottom with the cutest little dimples on the top of each cheek. He tested the weight of one cheek with his hand. Angeline yelped with surprise."Let us begin."Angeline squeezed her eyes tight and held her breath, bracing herself for the first hit, but it did not come. Perhaps he had reconsidered."Angeline, unclench your bottom cheeks this instant," he demanded sharply.She was so frightened by the command she immediately unclenched and so was unprepared for the first painful smack. Oh god, it stung!"No. No. No. I changed my mind. Stop. I won't let you do this!" she cried, trying to rise."You are not letting me do anything, angel."The spanking continued…slowly. Blackhurst wanted her to feel every stinging ripple from each and every slap. He raised his hand high and brought it down hard on her plump right backside cheek, watching as her bottom contracted then bounced, the pale cheek blanching even paler for just a moment before flushing in a riot of pinks and reds. Still he waited. Finally, his patience was rewarded when the faint outline of a handprint appeared on her perfect cheek. He had marked her as his own.“Penelope’s Punishment” – Excerpt“One punishment at a time, little one,” he said, gripping the folded leather strap harder.“I will correct that impertinent mouth of yours later.” Alex leaned down on his haunches so he was eye level with her. “Right now, we need to correct your dangerous decision to run from me.”Penelope wisely kept quiet, struck numb from his intense words and stare. Alex rose and stepped behind her. A shiver of awareness coursed through Penelope, knowing that behind her, he was staring at her bare bottom. After several tense moments, she jumped when cool, smooth leather softly touched the heated skin between her shoulder blades. He traced the length of her back with the strap, running it over the curve of one globe.Penelope felt of rush of moisture between her thighs. She was lightheaded with fear, and something else she feared to name. “My lord…”“Tsk…tsk…tsk, naughty girl,” crooned Alex, lightly tapping her bottom with the strap on each word. “That is not what you’re supposed to call me.”Penelope wet her lips and tried again, “Papa…I’ve…I’ve changed my mind. I don’t want to do this.”Alex leaned close to her ear and whispered, “You have no choice.”She shrieked and pulled wildly at her wrist binds. “Let me go, you bugger…you…you…wanker!”Alex placed a restraining hand on her lower back. “Cease!” he ordered. Penelope instantly stilled. “It is this wild, rash behavior we need to correct. You act with no thought to your safety. You open your mouth with no care to the consequences. You need this punishment more than you know.”Penelope shook her head as tears coursed down her cheek, still denying what she knew deep down to be true.“Ask for your punishment, Penelope.”She shook her head, stubbornly pressing her lips into a tight line.“Ask for your punishment or face a much harsher one,” he said with more menace.Still she remained mute. She would be damned if she asked him to punish her!“Very well,” said a resigned Alex. “Your punishment was to be ten straps to your bare bottom. You will now receive those in addition to a more exacting punishment.”Penelope opened her mouth to release another stream of colorful, guttural language. Alex closed his open hand over her mouth and once again leaned in close to her ear. “You have already opened yourself up to a more painful discipline than I had intended this eve. I suggest you hold your tongue before you truly anger me and make your situation even worse.”Her eyes widened in horror but she remained silent.“Let us begin.” Alex slowly wrapped one end of the well-oiled strap around his right hand, leaving two feet excess. Anchoring one foot behind him, he leaned over and placed his left hand on her lower back. Arching his arm, the strap swung through the air with a hiss before landing with a loud crack in the center of her pale, vulnerable buttocks.Penelope’s surprised shriek was cut short as she ruthlessly clenched her jaw, determined to show no reaction or pain. Alex smiled…that would change. He aimed the second swat lower, over her sit spot. She was so tiny that the three inch wide strap easily covered large areas of her delicate skin with every contact. By the third smack, Penelope could no longer contain her pain.She howled in agony as the fourth hit her sit spot again. Her bottom, already warmed by the heat from the flames, now felt as if it were truly on fire. The pricking, stinging sensation was almost too much to bear. She went up on her toes and braced for another hit. She did not have to wait long. Alex continued the assault on her unprotected bottom till it glowed a harsh angry red. By the time it was over, Penelope was choking on her own sobs.“What am I looking at Kitten?” he demanded as he caressed her heated bottom.Penelope did not even think to ignore his question. “My…my punished bottom.”“Papa’s Little Pain Princess” – Excerpt“You owe me a punishment,” his voice pitched dark and low.“A…punishment?” she squeaked.“Yes, you were a very naughty girl. You need to be punished. By me.” He smiled.Winnie occupied herself by straightening a display of ribbons. “Come here, Winnie.”She thought about pretending not to hear him. “I wouldn’t,” he stated flatly.Winnie started. It was like he read her mind. With slow determined steps, she approached him but stopped a few feet away. “Closer,” Archer ordered as he uncrossed his legs and opened his knees wide.Winnie took another step so the hem of her flimsy dress brushed the tops of his polished boots.Archer steepled his fingers in front of his chest. “Closer.”“There’s no room,” Winnie said hesitantly, blushing as she glimpsed the unmistakable ridge outlined along his thigh. The light buff trousers concealing nothing.Ignoring her objection, Archer merely raised an eyebrow as his gaze remained fixed on her face. Chewing her bottom lip in indecision, Winnie finally slid her slippered right foot along the carpeted floor before slowly joining it with her left. She was now standing between his outstretched legs.Winnie closed her arms tight about her as if she could make her body smaller, lowering her head, refusing to meet his intense gaze. Amused, Archer pressed his legs together till his inner thighs brushed against her skirts. Winnie’s mouth fell open in shock. Her dress was so thin, she could feel the heat from his skin through her dress and petticoats. She tried to back away but his legs tightened, trapping her.“Please, my lord. Madame could return at any moment,” she pleaded.“Then you had better do as I say without prevarication,” he warned darkly. “Did you touch that sweet, little cunny of yours dreaming of me forcing my cock on you?”Winnie felt lightheaded with shame and guilt. Should she even try to deny it? It seemed pointless since this enigmatic man seemed to have the power to read her innermost, wicked thoughts!Winnie covered her face in mortification. “Please don’t, my lord,” she muttered.Archer rubbed his thigh against her own. Winnie could feel the press of his arousal. “Answer me, Winnie.”All she could muster was a small shake of her head…yes.Archer smiled. She was the perfect combination of seductive innocence. Her existence in the East End ensured she was not completely sheltered as to the ways between a man and a woman. Yet, her blushes confirmed she was undoubtedly still untouched.“Unbutton your dress.”All Winnie could do was stare at him over the tips of her fingers.“Unbutton. Your. Dress.”Her mind spun. He couldn’t possibly mean to…to…not…here…in the salon…during the day…with her…um…ah…“My dear, there will be time for that later, after your punishment. For now, I want you to unbutton the front of your dress.”Once again, he knew her thoughts before she had even fully formed them. Not feeling as if she had a choice and trusting in the safety of the daylight and open setting, Winnie forced her numb fingers to unhook the tiny buttons that ran down the front of her dress. Slowly the threadbare, white chemise and top of her whalebone corset were revealed as the flaps of her dress fell open.She was so tiny, her beautiful breasts were at his eye level. Archer leaned forward. Placing his index finger between her generous cleavage, he pressed on the top of the corset till it shifted down a few inches, just enough for her breasts to peek out over the top. He could see the cute, pink nipples through the practically sheer chemise.Tearing his gaze from the stunning vision before him, Archer glanced up to see Winnie’s eyes tightly close, her mouth slightly open, her cheeks flushed, her breaths coming in short gasps. He smiled. He breathed deeply, taking in the warm, fresh scent of her skin. No perfume. Just the clean scent of lemon verbena soap and her. Knowing his time was short. Knowing if he gave into the impulse to taste her flesh he would not be able to stop there, Archer decided to test Winnie’s pleasure impulses.He gently flicked her right nipple, watching as it became even more erect. She started but kept her eyes closed. Archer then lightly rolled both nipples between his index finger and thumb. Winnie shifted on her feet, a soft moan escaping her open lips. Instinctively, her body leaned in closer to his.Without warning, he clamped down hard on her nipples. Pinching and twisting the delicate bunch of nerves. Archer tightened his thighs around Winnie as she bucked, trying to escape the pain. Locking her against him. Pressing her harder against his erection. “Keep quiet, my dove. You don’t want Madame to hear and come running,” he whispered harshly as he kept up the pressure on her nipples, oblivious to her distress.Winnie bit down on her lower lip till she tasted blood. Quelling her own cries.The moment he released her tortured flesh, there was this euphoric rush. As if the pain turned the absence of pain into pleasure. Her whole body felt warm and sensitive, especially the secret place between her legs. Without thought, she collapsed onto his lap. Archer kissed her forehead, as he gingerly re-buttoned her dress.“Was that my punishment, my lord?” she asked, still in a daze.Her gray eyes still dark and stormy with confused desire. “No, my dear. That was just a test. Your punishment is still to come.” 
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Complicating by Noelle Adams & Samantha Chase
Title: ComplicatingA Preston's Mill Series StandaloneAuthors: Noelle Adams & Samantha ChaseGenre: Contemporary RomanceRelease Date: July 19, 2017
Blurb
Forget all those other accidental pregnancy romances you might have read.
Daisy and Carter don't have a one-night stand...because it's thirty minutes in a back room at a wedding reception. And Carter isn't a bad boy baby-daddy...except for the motorcycle, tattoos, and attitude. Daisy doesn't have the typical issues with her pregnancy...if you don't count the morning sickness, food cravings, and occasional horniness. And Carter doesn't hang around all the time, wanting both her and the baby...until he falls in love.
But they definitely don't become a happy family...right away.
Daisy has always been a good girl. She's never done anything wild or spontaneous until she has a little too much to drink at a wedding and has a fling with a sexy stranger. She thought they were careful, but accidents happen. And now she's going to have the baby of a man she barely knows.
Carter is her opposite in every way and completely the wrong man for her. They can still work out a reasonable arrangement regarding the baby. But the more time she spends with him, the less reasonable she feels. And he's acting all possessive and protective, so it gets harder and harder to convince herself that he's just the father of her baby.
She wants him to be so much more.
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Chapter One
Daisy stared at herself in the mirror over the sink and thought with a thrill that she looked pretty darn good.
Her dress was green to match her eyes, and although it was perfectly appropriate for a five-o’clock wedding, it was sexier than what she normally wore with its sleek shape and slight flare above her knees. She turned a bit to make sure the curve of her butt wasn’t too pronounced.
It was pronounced, but hopefully not unattractively so.
“Your ass looks fantastic,” Chloe said with a grin as she came out from one of the bathroom stalls.
“I wasn’t looking at it.” Daisy gave her butt another quick glance to verify that it did indeed look fantastic.
Chloe laughed uninhibitedly as she washed her hands. “You can act all sweet, innocent librarian all you want, but you’ve got a wild side in there somewhere that I’m going to set loose eventually.”
Daisy gave her friend an appreciative smile and didn’t argue. Out loud anyway.
She knew the truth. She didn’t have a wild side. She was a sweet and (mostly) innocent librarian. She was twenty-four, and she’d only had one serious boyfriend. She went to church every Sunday, and she’d been raised to never swear, never drink, and never, ever let boys touch her in naughty ways.
She might not have lived up to those rules perfectly—and lately she’d been working on being herself and not just who she was raised to be—but she certainly wasn’t close to Chloe’s level of wildness. Daisy had met Chloe at Preston’s Mill, their apartment building in a small town in eastern Virginia, and they’d become friends immediately. Chloe was fun and fearless and had traveled all over the world, and she was always encouraging Daisy to spread her wings a little further.
Daisy was trying. But there was no way she’d ever spread her wings as far as Chloe did on a regular basis.
She would always be a quiet, small-town girl at heart.
“We’ve got to try to find you a man tonight,” Chloe said conspiratorially as they were leaving the bathroom.
“Ha ha,” Daisy replied dryly.
“Why do you mock? There must be a few eligible men around. Half of Preston is here tonight—plus tons of people from surrounding areas.”
“Chris and Heather were both raised in Preston, so they know everyone.”
Daisy had been raised in Preston too. She was a couple of years younger than Heather, the bride of today’s wedding, so they hadn’t been really close. But she knew almost everyone in town.
She also knew there weren’t any interesting single men lurking in the shadows of the reception hall, a large ballroom in a lovely Victorian house that was now hired out for weddings and other occasions.
As she and Chloe reentered the room, Daisy’s eyes immediately strayed toward the far corner where the man she’d noticed before was still lurking in the shadows.
She wasn’t sure why she’d noticed him earlier except he was sitting alone and seemed so out of place. He was tall and well built with unruly dark hair. He was dressed in all black, and he’d evidently made a gesture toward wedding attire with a jacket, but his shirt didn’t have a collar.
He looked rough. Intimidating. Not particularly friendly.
He wasn’t even very handsome—at least not the type of looks Daisy had always gravitated toward. She wasn’t sure why she kept sneaking looks at him.
“You’re just scared,” Chloe said as they returned to the table they’d been sitting at earlier.
The reception was lovely and generously stocked with food, but it wasn’t a formal banquet dinner, and there wasn’t assigned seating. Daisy enjoyed these kinds of receptions more. They didn’t feel so stiff and artificial. The band was playing a good variety of music, and there were a lot of people dancing—but mostly kids bopping around and older couples who clearly knew all the old steps.
“I’m just scared about what?” she asked Chloe, trying to think back to their earlier conversation.
“About coming on to men.”
Daisy sucked in a sharp breath. “I’m not scared about that. There aren’t any men here to come on to.”
“I’m sure I can find you a few. Then what would you do? You’d be too afraid to make a move on them.”
“If there are eligible men around, I wouldn’t be afraid.”
It was a lie. Daisy never came on to men. She’d always waited for them to make the first move, which was why she was often waiting a very long time between dates.
“Are you willing to prove it?”
“Prove it how?”
“If I find three eligible guys, will you come on to them?”
Daisy went still. They’d been joking around before, but Chloe was entirely capable of making good on this particular dare. “What do you mean, come on to them?”
“I mean you have to go over to them, start a conversation, and do a little flirting.”
“And that’s all?”
“That’s all. Best to start with baby steps with you, I think.”
Daisy frowned, although she knew her friend wasn’t serious.
She was by nature fairly conservative and by upbringing rather sheltered, but she wasn’t a child or a coward. She could do something other women might consider normal—even if she’d never done it before.
“Is it a deal?” Chloe asked.
Daisy never would have agreed had she not felt like she had something to prove—to herself even more than to Chloe. She didn’t want to be trapped by her own insecurities. Her heart was already hammering in her chest, but she was going to do this. “It’s a deal.”
Chloe looked delighted and a little surprised. “Okay. Great. We’ll start easy then. The guy with the glasses over there.”
Daisy glanced over and recognized the man as a cousin of one of her old classmates. He was pleasant-looking and a little shy. She breathed out in relief.
She could do this.
She could do it.
She stood up, aware of Chloe watching with amused interest, and she went over to talk to him. She felt a little stupid as she sat down in an empty chair at his table, but she relaxed when he smiled, recognized her, and looked happy to talk with her.
It was easy. He was perfectly nice, if a little boring. She laughed a lot and touched his hand, his arm, so Chloe would believe she’d been flirting.
It was clear to see that the man would be very happy to continue talking to her, but Daisy didn’t actually want to lead him on, so she ended the conversation with a smile and returned to Chloe.
Chloe was laughing, clearly pleased with her friend’s success, and she’d gotten them both fresh glasses of champagne so they could toast Daisy’s victory.
“Okay. That one was easy. Now you have to do that guy over there near the bar. The one with the flashy watch.”
Daisy turned to look and immediately saw the one Chloe meant. She didn’t recognize him, so he must not be from town. He was quite handsome in a charming, entitled way, and he looked like he was used to having his way with women. That would make him challenge enough, but he wasn’t standing alone. He was chatting with two pretty, single women, who were both clearly flirting with him.
And Daisy was going to have to go over there, bust into their conversation, and somehow try to win him away from the other women.
She swallowed hard.
“You can always admit you’re not up to the challenge,” Chloe murmured.
Daisy squared her shoulders. “I am up to it. I’ll do it.”
She walked over to the man in a blur, an anxious stupor taking over her movements, and she almost wilted in relief when, as she got closer, she recognized one of the women.
So when she got to the bar, she greeted the woman, having to remind her of how they’d had biology class together in high school.
They chatted for a minute, and the woman introduced her to the other woman and then the man.
As Daisy turned her smiles on the man, she was aware of how the other women looked annoyed.
Maybe this was normal practice for some women, to horn in on other groupings and take the attention of the best man.
Daisy didn’t like it though. It felt rude. And kind of selfish. But she had something to prove here, and so she tittered with laughter at a stupid joke the man made and did her best to look alluring.
She must have been successful because the man said how much he loved redheads and asked if she wanted another drink.
She said she did, and they walked away from the other two women.
There. That would prove to Chloe that she’d appropriately come on to this man. She’d earned his attention, and he evidently wanted to keep talking to her. She sipped a new glass of champagne, put up with his silly compliments about her long red hair, and finally got so annoyed with his obnoxious attitude and the way he kept flashing his ridiculously expensive watch that she made an excuse and returned to Chloe.
“That was fantastic,” Chloe said, brimming with excitement. “Did you see those other girls’ faces when you took him away from them?”
“Yes,” Daisy admitted, flushed with her third glass of champagne and with a kind of power she didn’t often feel. “Although it feels like a mean thing to do.”
“It wasn’t mean. That’s the way it always is. All’s fair and all that.”
“Okay. Fine. So who is the last one? Or do you just give up now that I’ve proven I’m more than up to this challenge?”
“I’m not giving up. I’ve got your last guy all picked out for you.” She nodded toward the far corner of the room. “There. The guy by himself.”
Daisy tensed up, knowing even before she looked who Chloe was referring to. The rough, intimidating guy she’d been sneaking looks at all evening. “He’s not eligible!”
“What do you mean, he’s not eligible? He’s been alone the whole time. He doesn’t have a date. I don’t think he looks married, but if you find out he is, just say ‘whoops’ and get the hell out of there. No big deal.”
“But…”
“But what?” Chloe was grinning wickedly now. “You’re throwing in the towel, aren’t you?”
“No. I’m not.” Daisy gulped. Was she really going to have to go over there and talk to that guy? What on earth would she even say? She had no thin connection with him to initiate the first contact the way she had with the other two men. She had nothing but a blunt, open approach.
“So do it. He’s been watching you.”
“He has not been watching me.” She knew that for sure because every time she glanced over, his eyes were focused on something else.
“Yes, he has. But it doesn’t matter. You’ve got to go talk to him anyway or else admit you’re not up to it.”
“I am up to it.” She swallowed down the rest of her champagne and then stood up, her head spinning a little from nerves or alcohol or both. “Okay. Here I go.”
She didn’t move.
“Anytime now,” Chloe prompted.
“I’m going. Right. Now.”
Daisy finally managed to make her feet move, and she forced them to head toward the corner. She was halfway there when the man’s eyes landed on her, and his gaze didn’t falter as she approached.
He knew she was coming over to him.
There was no face-saving excuse with this one.
She was breathless and almost numb with fear when she reached his table. Her knees wouldn’t hold her, so she sat down on the chair next to him. “Hi,” she said stupidly.
He raised his dark eyebrows. “Hi.”
His eyes were blue. Very blue. She couldn’t help but notice. He needed to shave—or maybe he was growing a beard. And there were tattoos all over his forearms, exposed now that he’d taken off his jacket.
Tattoos.
She was going to have to come on to a guy with tattoos all down his arms.
“You’re sitting all alone,” she managed to say when it was clear he wasn’t going to help her out in making conversation.
“So you felt sorry for me?” His voice was deep, slightly gruff. Definitely sardonic.
“No. Just being friendly.”
“Is that what you call it?”
She was getting confused now. Her mind was slightly clouded from the three glasses of champagne. “What I call what?”
“It looks more like you have some kind of bet going with your friend.” He inclined his head toward where Chloe was sitting and blatantly staring at them.
“There’s no bet.”
“Really? Because I just saw you come on to two other guys and then walk away when they responded.”
She gulped. “It wasn’t a bet.”
“Then what was it?”
“I was just… just proving something.”
“Proving what? How men will make asses of themselves when faced with a pair of green eyes and a hot body? Because I’d have thought that has already been proven over and over again throughout history.”
He was smart. She could see it in his eyes, hear it in his voice. And he had a dry sense of humor. She liked both those things.
She also liked the strongly chiseled lines of his face and the breadth of his shoulders.
He was big and solid. Man all the way through.
“That’s not what I was trying to prove,” she said.
“Then what?” He asked the question like he had the right to know, even though they didn’t even know each other’s names.
“Just proving something to myself.” She wasn’t sure why she was telling him the truth.
“What did you need to prove to yourself? You must know how gorgeous you are.”
She didn’t know. She’d always figured she was pretty enough, but guys had never been knocking down doors to get to her. But she couldn’t help but flush with pleasure at the heated interest in his eyes.
He thought she was gorgeous. That much was clear.
“Not that,” she said, answering his question. “Just that I can… I can do things other women can do.”
“Things like what?” He seemed to really want to know.
“Come on to men.” No sense in pretense now. He evidently knew when she was lying to him or playing games.
“You really thought you couldn’t come on to men? Angel, all you have to do is show up.”
Her cheeks burned even hotter, and the pleasure washed down from her chest to her belly—and then even lower.
“So you came over here to come on to me?” he asked, swallowing down the last of the scotch in his glass.
She cleared her throat. “Yes.”
“And what was your plan?”
“I didn’t have a plan. Is that something women plan out in advance?”
“Some do.”
“Oh. I was just making it up as I went along.”
He chuckled, low in his throat. The sound seemed to vibrate through her whole body. “I see. Well, I’m waiting here breathlessly to see how you’ll proceed.”
He was teasing her, and she liked it. Her mind buzzed as she tried to keep up with his wit. “Oh. Well, maybe you get me another drink, and we’ll see what happens.”
The man laughed appreciatively and stood up. As he strode over to the bar—damn, the man had a great butt and amazing arms—Daisy tried not to giggle in excitement. She looked over to Chloe and saw she’d gone to talk to a few other friends. But she gave Daisy a grin and a silly thumbs-up sign before she looked away.
Daisy laughed out loud by herself at the table.
Was she really doing this? Flirting with a sexy stranger?
He returned with two glasses of scotch.
She frowned. “I was drinking champagne.”
“I know you were. But if you want to come on to me, you’ll have to drink something less fizzy.”
She didn’t like whiskey, but she took a swallow anyway. It burned her throat and filled her with a pleasant heat.
He nodded in approval. “I’m Carter,” he said.
“Daisy. It’s nice to meet you.”
“I have a feeling it’s going to be very nice to meet you.”
***
An hour later—a lot of flirty conversation and two more scotches each—and Daisy was flying high.
She wasn’t even sure how it had happened, but they were stumbling down a hallway in the old Victorian mansion, looking for a private room.
For the past thirty minutes, Carter had been touching her a lot—kissing her hand, stroking her bare arm with his fingertips—and between that, the alcohol, and his throaty drawl, she was so turned on she could hardly see straight.
He was evidently just as aroused. His cheeks were slightly flushed, and a delicious tension filled his body.
He pushed open a partly cracked door to discover a little sitting room. “This will do,” he growled, pulling her in with him.
He closed the door and pushed her against the wall, kissing her hard.
Her body throbbed with pleasure as she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back. Nothing had ever felt so good. Nothing in her whole life. His hard body was pressed against her completely, and every inch of him was hot, was strong, was man.
Was hard.
She could feel his arousal in the bulge he kept grinding against her.
“You sure you want to do this, angel,” he murmured thickly, pulling out of the kiss to nibble a delicious line down her throat.
“Yeah.” She arched against him in helpless pleasure. “Oh yeah. Please.”
“You’re not too drunk?”
“I’m a little drunk,” she admitted. “But not too drunk to know what I want. I’ve never wanted anything more.”
It was true. It was absolutely true.
She might be buzzing from the alcohol, but her mind was still working. This was a choice she was making, and it was exactly what she wanted.
“Damn, I’m glad to hear that.” His hands were all over her now, stroking up and down the curves of her body.
She’d always wished she wasn’t quite so curvy so she could look more like the stylish girls her age, but he seemed to appreciate her body. He couldn’t stop touching it, and the fire in his eyes kept burning even hotter as he gazed at her.
Then they were kissing again, and he was walking her over to a console table against a wall. When her ass hit the edge of it, she gave a little “oof” at the impact.
She was so aroused she was throbbing with it, and she kept lifting one of her legs, trying to wrap it around him so she could get more pressure where she needed it.
He helped her by pushing up her skirt and then lifting her up to prop her on the table. She wrapped her legs around him eagerly and gave herself over to the feelings.
By now, he’d managed to unzip her dress and pull her breasts out of her bra. He lowered his head to nip at them, causing her to cry out at the intense jolts of pleasure. In their position, he couldn’t do much more than that, and both of them were too far gone to take the time anyway.
He slipped a hand inside her underwear so he could finger her, and she whimpered and rocked her hips in response.
“You like that?” he murmured hoarsely.
“Oh God, yeah! Keep touching me like that. Just like that.”
“Damn, you’re hot when you’re turned on. Who knew such a little angel could let go like this? You’re the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”
She experienced the oddest sort of pride—that she was that kind of woman, that she was capable of being so wild and spontaneous. And sexy.
She’d never dreamed it was possible for her.
He kept moving his fingers inside her until the pleasure coiled up and broke unexpectedly. She cried out loudly as she came, trapped between the wall and his body, propped up on the table.
“There you go, angel,” he was murmuring, his eyes devouring her face and body. “There you go. So good. Damn, that was gorgeous.”
Her body throbbed in satisfaction as he finally removed his hand.
“Do you have a condom?” she asked, her groggy mind managing to land on one reality she didn’t want to forget.
“Yeah.” He reached into his back pocket.
She wondered if he always carried condoms around with him.
She wondered if most men did.
She’d only had one boyfriend—the guy she’d dated all through college and had briefly been engaged to—and he’d never had condoms available at a moment’s notice.
But maybe some guys did.
She was infinitely grateful for it now as they both worked on undoing his pants and rolling on the condom. His erection was big and hard, and she couldn’t wait to feel it inside her.
He adjusted their bodies so he could enter her, and she wrapped her legs around him tightly as he sank in.
Both of them groaned at the penetration.
“Jesus,” he hissed through his teeth, holding on to her ass tightly. “Jesus, you feel so good.”
He felt good too. Better than anything.
She wriggled as her body relaxed around him and started to need even more.
He levered his hips and pushed into her with a short, hard thrust.
She cried out, dropping her head back as the sensations slammed into her.
“Like that?” he asked, his body so tight it was almost shuddering.
“Yeah. Yeah. More. I need more.”
He took her like that, propped up on the table with her legs wrapped around him, and she’d never known it was possible to feel so sexy and uninhibited. She tried to keep her voice down since there were people all over the building, but she couldn’t stay quiet. Every time he pushed into her, a helpless sound of pleasure escaped her lips.
When she felt the sensations start to tighten into another orgasm, she started to urge him on. “Harder. Faster. More. Please more.”
He was taking her hard now, almost roughly, and he was grunting with a primal passion as he thrust.
She bit down on her bottom lip hard as a climax ripped through her, causing her to shake and shudder. Then he was coming too, letting out a long, low exclamation that sounded like, “angel” as he let himself go.
And all of it felt good. Amazing. Exactly what she wanted.
Until she started to come down from her climax and realized she’d just had sex with a stranger at a wedding reception.
His name was Carter, but that was all she knew about him.
She wasn’t this sort of person.
She felt weird and achy as she unwound her legs and he pulled out of her.
“Damn, what a mess,” he muttered as he started to take care of the condom.
She was wet between her legs. Really wet. And it seemed to emphasize that maybe she hadn’t really thought things through as much as she’d believed.
Carter was looking down at the condom as she readjusted her panties and smoothed down her dress.
She was suddenly terrified. The heated fog was lifting in her mind, and she had no idea what she’d been thinking.
Her legs were sore. She was sore inside. Her whole body was sore.
She gasped and hurried toward the door, wanting only to be alone so she could think.
“Angel, wait—” Carter began.
She didn’t wait. “Sorry,” she said, swinging open the door. “I’ve got to go.”
And with that, she ran down the hall.
(Copyright © 2017 by Noelle Adams and Samantha Chase. All rights reserved)
Noelle Adams
Noelle handwrote her first romance novel in a spiral-bound notebook when she was twelve, and she hasn’t stopped writing since. She has lived in eight different states and currently resides in Virginia, where she reads any book she can get her hands on and offers tribute to a very spoiled cocker spaniel. She loves travel, art, history, and ice cream. After spending far too many years of her life in graduate school, she has decided to reorient her priorities and focus on writing contemporary romances. Find her at noelle-adams.com.
Samantha Chase
Samantha Chase released her debut novel in 2011 and currently has more than forty titles under her belt! When she’s not working on a new story, she spends her time reading romances, playing way too many games of Scrabble or Solitaire on Facebook, wearing a tiara while playing with her sassy pug Maylene…oh, and spending time with her husband of 25 years and their two sons in North Carolina. Find her at chasing-romance.com.
The Caretaker( The Sin Bin #2) By Dahlia Donovan
Title: The Caretaker( The Sin Bin #2) Author: Dahlia Donovan Genre: MM Romance Release Date: July 8, 2017 Hosted by: Buoni Amici Press, LLC.
Nurse Freddie Whittle devotes every fibre of his being to his work with cancer patients. Their pain weighs heavily on his shoulders. Between losing clients, the expectations of his fathers, and bigot neighbours, he’s slowly reaching his breaking point. Taine Afoa retires from a storied career as an international rugby star. He’s moved away from London for a change of pace, never expecting to meet a man who’s far too young for him. No matter how hard he tries, it’s impossible to get Freddie out of his mind. Will Taine's resistance dissolve in time for him to give love the chance to flourish?
“Are you going to continue to stare at my lips whenever you look my direction?” Taine’s voice dropped down to a husky whisper. “If you are, why don’t you bring yours a little closer to mine? You’ll see them far better with your mouth than your eyes.”Cursing his exuberant and generally impulsive nature, Freddie leaned forward until their lips hovered a breath away from each other. One strong exhale could bring them close enough to qualify as a kiss. Taine didn’t move backwards or forwards; they both waited for the deadlock to be broken.“Oh, why not,” Freddie muttered impatiently. He surged forward, closing the distance. His lips smacked awkwardly to the left of Taine’s, which caused the man to chuckle. “Oh, coc y gath, sorry.”“Calm down.” Taine caught Freddie’s chin in his hand and guided him closer. His mouth controlled the connection. They had to tilt to avoid their noses mashing uncomfortably. The former rugby player’s tongue darted across Freddie’s lips and pressed the advantage. He delved expertly into their true first touch. “Now that is a kiss.”“You should be ashamed.”Freddie jerked away from Taine and snapped around to find a woman in her sixties glaring at them—or at Taine specifically. “Pardon?”“You should be ashamed.” She pointed a bony finger at Taine. “Corrupting a young teenager. Is that legal? I’ve half a mind to report you. Are you okay, young man? Did he force you away from your parents?”“A teenager?” Freddie swallowed down an irrational burble of laughter. “I’m twenty-six years old.”“Oh. Oh, dear. I’m so sorry.” She covered her mouth in obvious embarrassment. “You look so young. I just assumed. Carry on then, loves. Never you mind me. It’s always good to see someone enjoying the pleasures of life.”The two men stayed silent after accepting her apology. Freddie only dared to peek at Taine out of the corner of his eye once the woman had gone back to her seat. A clear mistake. It started with a snort, muffled quickly by his hand, but quickly dissolved into laughter anyway; it continued until their sides ached and they were gasping for air.Freddie regained his composure just as the train pulled into Paddington station, forcing him to shelve any comments about the kiss. “Ready for the next stage of the journey?”
Dahlia Donovan wrote her first romance series after a crazy dream about shifters and damsels in distress. She prefers irreverent humour and unconventional characters. An autistic and occasional hermit, her life wouldn’t be complete without her husband and her massive collection of books and video games.
KITTEN MINE by Kay Maree
KITTEN MINEMine series, book 2by Kay MareeGenre: Romantic Suspense 18+
KATHERINE -The day Antonio walked into my Café I knew things were about to change. He had this presence about him, and I could see shadows in his eyes of things I could never understand. But he was like a force of nature, taking what he wanted, when he wanted. He was big, strong, and had eyes the color of the finest chocolate. Everything he made me feel, scared the hell out of me. When he opened his mouth, I wasn’t sure if I wanted to slap him or kiss him, he made every nerve in my body come alive. But, I have a secret. I didn’t want to let him go but its better this way. I have let enough people down in my life so, I tried to distance myself, and push him away. I never thought I could love, or trust, any man after my father left, but Antonio was here to prove me wrong, and he wasn’t going to back down.
Kitten: Antonio was determined to take me to my knees and crack me wide open.
ANTONIO -Katherine was the kind of woman you could only ever dream up in your wildest fantasies. A woman who oozed sex kitten with every sway of her hips, and she had the attitude to go with it. With hair like fire, and eyes as blue as the sky on a clear summer's day, that body of hers I swear had a direct line to my cock. Then, she pushed me away, but I don’t go down that easy. I didn’t get to where I am today without fighting tooth and nail for it. Katherine was mine and no matter how long it took me, I was going to make her see she belonged to me, just like I already belonged to her. I know she is hiding something, I can see it in her eyes every time she looks at me. I don’t care what I have to do, or how long it takes, I will find out what it is. My kitten isn’t the only one with secrets.
Antonio: Katherine brought me to my knees, and I was going to take her down with me.
After slamming my bedroom door shut, I dive on the bed, and bury my head in the pillows, hugging the teddy bear from my father close to my chest while trying to block out the screaming going on downstairs.“Why would you think it’s ok to take your little sister to that party?" Mom yells.
“Mom, nothing happened." My sister’s words sound slightly slurred.
“That’s not the point. You’re older, you know better than this, and instead of looking after her you got drunk and left her to fend for herself.”
“So, I’m not supposed to have fun because I have to look out for her?"
“You’re supposed to take some responsibility and look out for your sister”
Pushing my head deeper into my pillows so I can’t hear them anymore, I wish I could take back telling mom where I was because I know my sister will turn this around on me. It’s always the way. Suddenly, my door flies open. Ashley, my sister, is standing in the doorway with a pissed off look on her face.
“This is all your fault. If you had kept your mouth shut, none of this would have happened.”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t think mom would have been home from work.”
“You’re the reason everything has turned to shit. You’re the reason daddy left and now mom says we have to move back to Newcastle. You’re the reason I won’t be able to see my boyfriend anymore. When are you going to stop being mommy’s little girl and grow the fuck up?"
She rushes at me and I cower. She grabs me roughly, digging her nails into my arms. I cry out as I feel her nails break the skin
“My friends are right about you, you’re pathetic and ugly. No wonder you have no friends.”
“That’s not true I have, Brooklyn." I defend myself in a weak voice.
“She won’t be your friend when she finally wises up and sees how pathetic you really are.”
I gaze through tear-filled eyes into the eyes of my sister, not recognizing who she is anymore. Ever since daddy left, she has been different. I use to look up to her and wanted to be just like her when I got older. With her beautiful blonde hair and tanned skin, size 8 figure. She’s perfect. Me? I have fiery red hair, pale skin and curves.
Her words hurt every bit as much as the things she does to me. I feel like I owe her, not being the good sister she deserved. I’m not clever like Ashley either. I do okay in school, but I’m not the smartest person. I don’t have a lot of friends. I have Brooklyn and when we don’t have school we’re constantly together. I’m not sure how I’ll cope if we move away from here.
I run my finger over the recent cut on my wrist hidden under my watch, Ashley looks down and notices what I’m doing.
“Why don’t you save us all the trouble and do it already, I’m sick of hearing you cry every night. You're broken and that will never change."
She pushes me back onto the bed and I watch through tear-filled eyes as she leaves my bedroom. I wait until I hear the door shut before I crawl under the covers, pull my diary out, and let the worthlessness I feel out.
Dear Diary,
Why did I open my mouth, why do I ruin everything I touch?It’s all my fault. If only I was a better sister, maybe then Ashley would like me.No wonder daddy left. I’m so pathetic.I vow from this moment on, the only person I will trust is Brooklyn until she realizes I’m not worth the trouble and she walks away too.I will build a wall around myself, one brick at a time, and keep pushing forward.I will try to be stronger than the blade I hold in my hand.I hate myself.
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ANGEL MINE
BROOKLYN -I'm scared but I have to be strong not just for me but for my beautiful daughter, after years of being emotionally and physically abused it needed to end.I always wanted a love like the fairy tales I was told as a child, a love like my parents had but after escaping hell I lost all hope.Trusting another man and falling in love was now the last thing on my mind, making it through everyday was now the new goal for my daughter and me.Then everything changed the day I looked into the most captivating green eyes I have ever seen, it was like they saw into my very soul.And I knew nothing would ever be the same again.
DOMININC -I was brought up in a dangerous world, a world I had to quickly become accustomed to.It took my brothers death and the events that unfolded after that lead me to be the man I am today a Mob Boss.One of the most powerful man in Newcastle, I'm not a good guy, I have done bad things.I closed my true self off the day I failed to protect the one person I loved dearly, and she paid the ultimate price.But one look into those ocean blue eyes and I felt my whole purpose in life shift, I didn't deserve her but I was going to make her Mine.I had finally found the missing pieces to my heart I didn't know I was missing and I wasn't letting them go...
Angel: "I WANTED TO BE THE LAST THING HE TASTED AT NIGHT, AND THE FIRST THING HE TOUCHED IN THE MORNING"
Dom: "SHE BROUGHT ME TO MY KNEES, AND I NEVER WANTED TO GET BACK UP"
I live in Newcastle, on the New South Wales coast of Australia with my husband and three beautiful children.Between being a taxi for my children, and working full-time, I somehow find the time to write. It’s something I love with a passion and with the encouragement of my very supportive husband, I have accomplished one of my dreams – releasing my first novel.
I hope you fall in love with my characters as much as I have.
I love reading and getting lost in a good book when I manage to snatch five minutes to myself.
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Tales From Harborsmouth by E.J. Stevens
In Tales from Harborsmouth, readers get to delve deeper into the award-winning world of Ivy Granger with two novellas and two exclusive short stories.Ivy Granger is a psychic detective with ties to Harborsmouth's paranormal underworld. Too bad those ties tend to ensnare Ivy and her friend Jinx in the Machiavellian schemes of the city's teeming population of bloodsucking vampires and psychotic faeries.FROSTBITE (Ivy Granger #0.5)
In this Ivy Granger prequel, join Ivy and Jinx on a disturbing case that leads down a dead end alley to a house ravaged by time and circumstance.Everyone knows that there's no such thing as ghosts, but when a client claims that her house is being haunted, Ivy tries to keep her mind open and her weapons handy. If her psychic gifts and recent cases have taught her anything, it's that you're better off arming yourself for the unexpected. Anything is possible in Harborsmouth.BLOOD AND MISTLETOE (Ivy Granger #1.5)Holidays are worse than a full moon for making people crazy. In Harborsmouth, where many of the residents are undead vampires or monstrous fae, the combination may prove deadly.Holidays are Hell, a point driven home when a certain demon attorney returns with information regarding a series of bloody murders. Five Harborsmouth residents have been killed and every victim has one thing in common--they are fae. Whoever is killing faeries must be stopped, but they only leave one clue behind--a piece of mistletoe floating in a pool of the victim's blood. The holidays just got interesting.CLUB NEXUS (Ivy Granger #2.5)A demon, a human, an Unseelie faerie, and a vampire walk into a bar...These four intertwining short stories are set in Club Nexus, the hidden haunt of Harborsmouth's paranormal underworld.Iced: A bargain gone wrong leads a highborn Unseelie faerie to life as an enslaved bartender with a taste for revenge.Dusted: Being a highly skilled predator doesn't necessarily put you at the top of the food chain at Club Nexus. A southern vampire with a hankering for blood and wanton violence may have bit off more than he can chew.Demonized: The demon attorney we love to hate has his eye on a certain rockabilly human. Too bad she's brought a crossbow loaded with holy water dipped bolts for this night on the town.Jinxed: Just when Jinx needs a carefree girl's night out with Ivy, a smoking hot demon tries to buy her a drink. She really is the unluckiest human on the planet.THRILL ON JOYSEN HILL (Ivy Granger #5.5)Few places are as rife with opportunity or as fraught with danger as Harborsmouth's notorious Joysen Hill. Vampires own the real estate, and even the most ruthless human thugs won't venture there after dark, but when Torn gets stuck babysitting, he can only think of one place in Harborsmouth interesting enough to take a demon toddler, a teenage bridge troll, and a grouchy hearth brownie. What happens next substantiates the city's advertising slogan. No matter who or what you are, no matter how young or old, you can find your thrill on Joysen Hill.About the BookTales From Harborsmouth
by E.J. Stevens
Series
Ivy Granger ##0.5, #1.5, #2.5, and #5.5
Genre
Adult
Urban Fantasy
Publisher
Sacred Oaks Press
Publication Date
July 11, 2017
The Ivy Granger Psychic Detective Series
About E.J. Stevens
E.J. Stevens is the bestselling, award-winning author of the IVY GRANGER, PSYCHIC DETECTIVE urban fantasy series, the SPIRIT GUIDE young adult series, the HUNTERS’ GUILD urban fantasy series, and the WHITECHAPEL PARANORMAL SOCIETY Victorian Gothic horror series. She is known for filling pages with quirky characters, bloodsucking vampires, psychotic faeries, and snarky, kick-butt heroines. Her novels are available worldwide in multiple languages.BTS Red Carpet Award winner for Best Novel, SYAE finalist for Best Paranormal Series, Best Novella, and Best Horror, winner of the PRG Reviewer’s Choice Award for Best Paranormal Fantasy Novel, Best Young Adult Paranormal Series, Best Urban Fantasy Novel, and finalist for Best Young Adult Paranormal Novel and Best Urban Fantasy Series.When E.J. isn’t at her writing desk, she enjoys dancing along seaside cliffs, singing in graveyards, and sleeping in faerie circles. E.J. currently resides in a magical forest on the coast of Maine where she finds daily inspiration for her writing.E.J.’s Links
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