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Pistol Fanny's by Annie Rose Welch

Title: Pistol Fanny’s, Hank & Delilah Author: Annie Rose Welch Genre: Romantic Suspense Blitz Host: DRC Promotions
Never fall in love with a bank robber.Especially if she’s the one who robbed your bank, took you hostage, and dumped you unconscious at the local convenience store. And definitely not if you are the assistant district attorney of Tupelo, Mississippi.This is the advice Hank Huckleberry Rivers would have given himself, back when he was a man who vowed to always walk on the right side of the law. The same law that had seemed sacrosanct ever since the day he and his friends watched as two men were murdered right below their tree house.Falling in love with a dangerous criminal can have life-altering consequences, though. And when the past and the present meet head-on, Hank finds himself in more trouble than he ever bargained for. He must run to save his life, daring to find answers to the questions threatening his safety and his heart, as the killer below the tree house comes after Hank—and his pistol-wielding bank robber.It’s a simple case of love in the first degree.

Born and raised in New Orleans, Annie has a habit of shortening her words and telling long stories. She speaks with a southern flair and cooks with it too. At the tender age of twenty- one, she hitched up her wagons (took her first plane ride) and moved out west to the big shake (California). Her writing career began one sleepless night when she imagined a gorgeous woman and a man with maniacal hair floating above her like lightening bugs falling from the sky. Curious about them, their story, and why they were floating around in her head, she sat down and penned (typed) her first novel, Marigny Street. A dream come true for her, she hasn't stopped writing since. She loves a damn good love story, always has, no matter what the genre. She is particularly moved by imperfect love that in its own unique way is perfect, the notion of love at first sight, soul mates, and things that are generally out of the norm.
When she's not writing she enjoys dabbling in photography and finding new, inspirational music to add to her collection. She currently (still) resides in the big shake (although her southern roots are calling her home) with her husband, daughter, and their two peculiar dogs, Boudreaux and Tabasco (who, call her crazy, bark with an accent).
For lagniappe (a little extra), a virtual cup of café au lait and beignets, please visit Annie's website: www.annierosewelch.comShe can also be found on Facebook & Twitter.Facebook Page: https://www.facebook.com/AuthorAnnieRoseWelchTwitter: https://twitter.com/angelwriter11Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7159582.Annie_Rose_WelchAmazon Author Page: http://www.amazon.com/Annie-Rose-Welch/e/B00DQSYDTM/ref=ntt_athr_dp_pel_1

Brotherhood of Misfits, Book One: ROC By Khai L. Bayne

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Title: Brotherhood of Misfits, Book One: ROCAuthor: Khai L. BayneGenre: Romantic Suspense, MysteryTour Host: DRC Promotions
What would you do with a second chance at life?Would you go back to the same things that you were doing before, or would you embrace that chance and take a new path?Being the byproduct of a single parent home growing up, I learned quickly that life wasn’t easy and it damn sure wasn’t fair. I was faced with a choice back then; continue to stand back and watch my mother struggle with working three jobs to pay bills, put food in our stomachs, and clothes on our backs or do something about it. I chose to do something about it and for three years everything was going well, until the day that my life changed forever.When I met Jethro-Elijah ‘Eli’ Shepard, he told me that just because I wasn’t given a choice in how my life was dealt to me, didn’t mean that I’m not given a chance. He showed me that no matter what people say about you and what life throws your way, that you always have the option to either accept it or defy the odds to become something greater.My name is Archibald ‘Roc’ Rochester and when I was seventeen, I was given my second chance. How did it turn out? Well, you’ll just have to read my story to find out.********This book is intended for mature audiences. It is a Fucked Up Ever After so the road to the end is not all pretty shit and unicorn farts. It contains scenes of domestic abuse and violence. If these types of scenes are a trigger or sensitive subject to anyone, please do NOT purchase. This book also contains sexual situations that are not suitable for anyone under age.********
Growing up in a small town Khai L. Bayne always had an over active imagination. The only girl in a family with two boys, many of her nights (and some days.) were spent finding creative ways to pass the time. The daughter of a long time “Trekkie” and “Sci-Fi Junkie”, you could say it was imbedded into her DNA to be a fan of the paranormal world. Now over three decades later, her depraved imagination and love for the world of “Grown-up make believe”. She has decided to share her depravity with the rest of the world.      
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Under His Discipline by Alexa Davis

   Introducing Under His Discipline, book seven of the sexy new series from Alexa Davis that will test your boundaries...Natalie Jacobs is a reporter trying to do a story on the panty dropping Dante Devereaux, a billionaire computer hacker who sells foreign government secrets to the CIA. This story could make her career and she’s willing to do anything to get it, even if it means sleeping with the enemy. The only problem is men aren’t ever into her so getting the story could be difficult. Dante Devereaux is a cocky alpha male who isn’t scared of anything, even the FBI investigating him for selling the United States government’s secrets to foreign governments. He knows he can do whatever he wants since he has the power to hack anyone or anything and benefit from the information and that includes Natalie Jacobs who he will do everything possible to take control of...in and out of his bed. Little do they know that they are both completely different people than they thought. ** AVAILABLE ON KINDLE UNLIMITED **AMAZON US I AMAZON UK AMAZON US I AMAZON UK AMAZON US I AMAZON UK AMAZON US I AMAZON UK AMAZON US I AMAZON UK AMAZON US I AMAZON UK  AMAZON US I AMAZON UK

Kola [The Essiens, Book 4] By Kiru Taye,

Title: KolaAuthor: +Kiru Taye, AuthorSeries: The Essiens, book 4Genre: Contemporary, Erotic Romance


When sassy heiress, Tari Essien, needs a place to escape the pressures of the hounding press, she turns to Kola Banks, a deeply scarred ex-soldier who's also the Essien chief of security. Kola can't offer Tari anything more than his protection. She's family for goodness sake, even if they share no blood ties.
It’s a weekend of lessons for both of them. Together they can't avoid the explosive heat that sizzles between them, nor help pushing each others' boundaries physically as well as emotionally.But when the weekend ends and Tari's life is in danger, will Kola put his body as well as his heart in the line of fire to keep her safe?

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With slow steps, she walked toward him, keeping her voice low and packed with the need she had for him. "I dreamt about you last night. That your touch scorched my body, your tongue on my nipples. I’m dripping wet right now just thinking about it."He swivelled with a growl. Flinching, she took a step back at the intense expression on his face. The raw, almost feral heat in his gaze, the slight tip to one corner of his lips, baring white teeth. She trembled as she made the realisation; she was no longer the predator but now the prey.Just like that he'd switched on her. She'd gotten what she'd wanted.Her heart pounded against her chest and dampness soaked her knickers. How could his obvious anger turn her on so much?"You want a bit of rough? You want me to fuck you, is that it?"Shocked by his language, her words choked in her throat. No one had ever spoken to her in that manner. She clamped her thighs together, wanting to relief the building pressure."No, you don't," he gritted out as he leaned over and tapped her thigh with his knuckles. "Keep your legs apart."She complied without understanding why he'd made the demand, only knowing she'd do whatever he asked, if it'd give her what she craved. Him fucking her hard and fast.She’d taunted him for that reason. If it would drive away the ache in her heart for a little while, then she’d take it no matter how rough it was."Answer my question," he said, the calmness in his deep voice belying the passion in his dark eyes."Yes," her voice was a soft husky whisper, her body trembling with her own increasing desire."Say it, Tari," he commanded."I want you to fuck me," she replied and relished the freedom the words gave her.

Kiru is the award winning author of His Treasure and bestselling author of The Essien Trilogy series. She writes sensual and passionate multicultural romance stories set mostly in Africa. When she's not writing you can find her either immersed in a good book or catching up with friends and family. She currently lives in the South of England with her very own alpha husband and three children.


Follow her blog for latest news and giveaways: http://kirutayewrites.blogspot.comRead book excerpts and free short stories on her website: http://www.kirutaye.comCheck out her author page on Amazon http://www.amazon.com/Kiru-Taye/e/B00723TSDI/
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Take Me (Southern Nights, Book 3) by Ella Sherican

 
   A nightmare coming to an end…Peyton Harrison came to Claywater to bring her kidnapped son home. The last thing she expects is to run into Gabe Harrison, the man who abandoned her before her son was born. Her body might want to take up where they left off, but her heart remembers Gabe’s betrayal all too well—and everything she’d risk for momentary pleasure.A past catching up to them…Gabe always knew he’d share the love of his life with his twin brother, Sam, except he’d found that love far too young. He did the honorable thing and walked away, but now an adult Peyton is in his hometown and keeping secrets behind her world-weary eyes.Sam is knee-deep in a drug investigation threatening the town he loves. Peyton’s arrival is a distraction he doesn’t need; still, he can’t deny her pull. He and Gabe have always stood together, but now the one woman they both want may be the one thing that divides them.A future threatened…When violence shatters their world, the past and present intertwine in ways none of them expected. Anticipating their enemy’s next move is the only way to keep their son safe, but what about their hearts? AMAZON US I AMAZON UK I NOOK I iBOOKS I KOBO I ARe Time to man up. The creak of the stairs echoed his uneasiness as he climbed to the second floor. As open as the first, it would easily transform into a secondary dining room or banquet area. At the moment, however, it was serving as storage. He could hear Peyton rummaging through something around the corner from a huge cabinet that blocked his view. Stealing himself against the chaos racing through his brain, he stepped into the room. And stood there, dumbfounded all over again, barely resisting the urge to glare down at his crotch with a what the fuck are you thinking? It seemed nothing had changed—if he was in Peyton’s presence, he was hard and hurting; that’s all there was to it. “You look just the way I remember you,” he finally said. Peyton muttered something that sounded like “At least you remember,” but he couldn’t be sure. When the silence threatened to crack his teeth, he was gritting them so hard, he tried again. “Looks like the place needs work. When you planning to open?” Stiff spine, no more muttering, but the box she was kneeling beside was getting a cavity search like nobody’s business. Gabe switched to his don’t-fuck-with-me cop tone. “What are you doing here, Peyton?” Peyton didn’t even flinch. This was definitely not the girl he’d known in Memphis. “That much should be obvious,” she said. Metal clinked a sharp accompaniment to her words. “In Claywater?” He stepped forward carefully, fighting the instinct to pick her up and shake her. She always had ripped his control to tiny fucking shreds. “Why here? Why now? You’re a long way from Memphis, baby.” Now that got a reaction. Peyton shot up and around, her expression and her tone both dripping venom. “Don’t you ever call me that again.” She sucked in a deep breath, and he could almost hear the rattle of emotion in her chest. What was it? Anger, certainly, but then what—pain, like him? Disgust? At him or herself? Because unless he missed his guess, there was hunger in the mix, a hunger that matched his own. “I don’t have to explain anything to you, Gabe. You lost that right a long time ago, if you ever had it to begin with, so don’t bother questioning me. I have as much right to be here as anyone else.” “Stalking me, baby?” This time he used the word deliberately. The need in his gut felt like a bomb just waiting for the fuse to burn down. He had to find out why she was here and then get out before it was too late. The raspberry Peyton blew filled the air between them with her scorn. “Sure, I’m following you. Right. Like I knew where you lived after you walked out on me without so much as a good-bye note.” Her body tightened, her face going blank of all emotion, all reaction, and her control—such a sharp contrast to the way he felt right now—shook him to the core. She jerked her head in a terse negative. “No, Gabe. This is my place. It’s time for you to leave.” A tiny smile curled the corner of her mouth. “Again.” Too late had been reached. His body responded to her challenge without thought, without restraint. He stalked her, silent and deadly, his muscles readying for battle—and looking forward to every minute of it, if his erection was any indication. Each step had Peyton backing away in equal measure, although she didn’t give him the satisfaction of fear. Or words. Only the movement of her body spoke. AMAZON US I AMAZON UK I iBOOKS I NOOK I KOBO I ARe AMAZON US I AMAZON UK I NOOK I iBOOKS I KOBO I ARe Writing has been my passion since childhood, but like many writers, life got in the way. After earning a BA in English Literature, I married and started a family. But the worlds and characters that swirled through my mind just wouldn’t go away, and at a particularly difficult time in my life, I picked up pen and paper (or laptop) and tried to release some of that difficulty onto the page. I’ve been writing ever since. Now I’m a member of Romance Writers of America, run an accountability blog to help writers reach their goals, and am pursuing publication with the same passion I feel for writing. Nothing pleases me more than sharing the stories of my heart with you, the reader, and I hope, in some small way, these stories will touch your heart too. WEBSITE I FACEBOOK I TWITTER

Revealed & Foresaken (The Found Series 1 & 2) by Caitlyn O'Leary

   A Woman In Danger When Kelly finds herself kidnapped, she clings to the one thing that allows her to withstand the ordeal, a dream of a long forgotten memory—Noah. A Hero with a Secret… A highly decorated naval officer, Noah rushes to save Kelly, and then starts to help unlock the secret of their shared past. A Love That Is More than a Dream… Together they discover a love and passion surpassing all of their dreams, but before they can have a future together they have to solve the mystery of their past. A Found Series Novel “Oh God, Noah.” Kali pushed the half-eaten meal away. He pushed it back in front of her. “I can’t eat.” “All of your clothes are falling off of you. You were kept for over six weeks. You need to eat.” He looked at her and saw her wince and kicked himself for bringing up her captivity. He suddenly felt echoes of her pain in her wrists, ankles and head, as she felt residual pain. “Does it really matter to you? How I look, I mean?” She was kidding right? He got up and walked around to her side of the booth, and wrapped an arm around her. She laid her head on his shoulder, it seemed his Kali liked sitting side by side. “I’m sorry I brought up everything, now please, let’s finish our meal, this food is fabulous, just like you promised.” “Really I can’t eat.” Noah closed his eyes and as he concentrated his stomach tied up in knots. He had an idea because he was still pretty damn hungry. “Kali, put your hand on my stomach.” She looked at him in confusion. He drew her hand to his stomach, and placed his over it. “Close your eyes, and feel what I’m feeling.” Taking a deep breath, he inhaled the aroma of the ginger, beef and noodles in front of him. Her eyes popped open. “You’re hungry. Really hungry.” “Yeah, but now how are you feeling? Is your tummy still tied up in knots?” “No,” she looked at him in wonder, and he couldn’t help himself. He dipped in for a slow kiss. He wasn’t just hungry for food. He pulled away and she giggled. “What?” “You look cute wearing lipstick.” In for a penny, in for a pound, he leaned in again, his hand cupping the back of her neck, angling her head just so. He tasted the flavor of the food, but it was overpowered by the sweetness of Kali. He could die a happy man, immersed in the arms of this woman. Their stomachs growled in unison and they broke away laughing. “I guess this empathic thing works both ways,” Kali said as she dabbed the lipstick off his lips. “It does work both ways. Haven’t you noticed how in tune you are to my emotions?” She didn’t think she could feel him the way he felt her? “Yeah, but it’s just your emotions, I didn’t think I could feel you physically, like you feel my headaches and things.” “Beautiful, what about in bed? Haven’t you noticed how we have this feedback loop that spirals higher and higher?” She bowed her head and mumbled. “I thought it was normal.” “You mean that’s how it always is for you?” Noah’s voice rose and he couldn’t stop the feeling of indignation coloring his voice. “Lower your voice. No. It’s never happened before. But I’ve never experienced, well you know. With a man. I mean, of course I’ve had. But never with a man. You mean that’s not how it always is?” She looked up at him in wonder. “Because every time we make love it’s better than the last time, and the first time was the most beautiful experience of my life. I was dying thinking you feel it every time you’re with another woman.” “Oh Kali, it’s never happened for me either.” His fingers massaged her scalp, luxuriating in the warm feel of her satiny hair. “It’s you. It’s us.” She dropped her head to his chest. “Oh.” “Now we cleared that up, eat your food.” The rest of the meal was torture. Even though her lips were now devoid of paint, the slick pink color still had him thinking of her engulfing his cock. Thank God he was wearing jeans and not slacks. But maybe not, the zipper was biting so deeply into his engorged flesh he might end up with a permanent scar. AMAZON US I AMAZON UK I KOBO I GOOGLE PLAY I iBOOKS A Man Bound By Duty When Seth's agency sends him on one last mission, Seth never realized his short assignment would last so long. While working undercover, Seth dreams of a time when he can be reunited with the love of his life. A Woman Who Will Risk Everything When Annie realizes she finally has a chance to help the man she loves, she takes it. Experiencing the darkest underbelly of society, Annie risks her life to save innocents, and help Seth find a way home. A Love That Nothing Can Tear Apart When Seth finds out that Annie has been captured, he will do anything to save her, and nothing or no one is safe until she is back in his arms. A Found Series Novel “Stop.” Thiago continued. Seth grabbed Thiago’s forearm in a punishing grip, seconds away from breaking it. “Let go,” Thiago said, through gritted teeth. “You forget yourself.” “Until I say differently, she’s my property, or I leave now.” Seth was truly scared. Labado was a murdering sadist, and he might have pushed him too far, but he couldn’t ignore it for one more second. Labado stared at him and slowly let go of the whimpering girl. She dropped to the floor. Labado cradled his arm and toed her with his shoe. “Is she the one?” “How would I know, I haven’t seen the others,” Seth said in a calm voice. “Anton, bring in the next sample,” he called out. Four more young women were brought in for Seth to view, all slightly older than the girl who remained silently crying on the floor at his feet. After they all were standing in a row, Leslie turned to him. “Well?” “And the one in the picture?” “She’s not as docile, and she has bruising.” Seth gave her a toothy smile. “So she has spirit and marks up well. Too bad you didn’t bring her.” He set down his drink and got up. “She’s in the hall. Bring her in Anton.” He continued to stand. This was it, his palms were damp, and a bead of sweat trickled down his neck. The bastard was gripping Annie tightly by the scruff of her neck, forcing her into the room. Her face was mostly hidden by her hair. It was a trick he had seen her use many times to assess a situation without people being aware of what she was doing. Then like a laser, she saw the girl lying on the ground and she yanked out of the man’s hold and was on her knees in front of Labado, cradling the girl’s head in her lap. “Oh, I like a woman who knows her place,” Labado crooned. Why didn’t I break the fucker’s arm? “What did you do to her?” Annie demanded, her head turning to Labado, as Leslie watched Seth. He looked at her, schooling his features, so he could survive the contempt he would see in his lover’s, his love’s face. But while her face was hard and cold her eyes held nothing but joy. “She is not your business.” “I’m making her my business.” “You’re in no position to negotiate. You’re a captive. All but naked on the floor. Where is your leverage?” “Apparently I’m a commodity of some value, or I wouldn’t be here.” She tossed her hair and looked at Labado. “I’m of value to him. I have leverage.” She helped the girl off the floor, murmuring softly to her. God, she was magnificent. He kept his face flat and raised an eyebrow at Labado. “You seem taken.” Seth said stating the obvious. “You don’t. I thought spirit and easily marked were two of your criteria.” Labado’s eyes followed Annie as she took the young girl to a sofa. Anton followed her with an amused expression on his face. “I find myself drawn to both of them. They both have,” Seth paused, “certain qualities.” “I am in complete agreement. I will take whichever one you pass up.” “But you told me the other day your current mistress was to your liking.” “A man can always make room for two women.” Labado licked his lips as he looked at the women/girls on the sofa. Seth looked at the four other women in the room. He wished a man could always make room for six. God, they had to stop this tonight, but it wasn’t going to happen. Could Kota and Nate somehow keep track of these four? “I’m sorry. I really can’t decide. If you’re intent on taking one of these two, I’m going to have to go through with the divorce.” Labado pulled his gaze away from the sofa and stared incredulously at Seth. “You are talking crazy. You have what you want. You just said so.” “But you are intent on taking what I truly desire.” He watched as the sick bastard processed what he was saying. Leslie laughed. “Well aren’t you just full of surprises. First you didn’t want any of the women I had to offer, and now you want two. But I thought you liked spirit, and one seems like a bit of a victim.” “I like the dichotomy. But the point is moot.” He looked at the sofa and couldn’t see Annie’s face, her hair hid everything. He knew exactly what was going on in her mind, in her soul, because it mirrored his own heart. He had to pull this off. AMAZON US I AMAZON UK I NOOK I iBOOKS I KOBO AMAZON US I AMAZON UK I NOOK   Caitlyn O'Leary was raised in a small town in the Pacific Northwest. She has been an avid reader. Her earliest creative writing endeavors consisted of "ghost writing" exercises in which she pretended to be her younger brothers and sisters when she did their homework assignments before they turned them in as their own. Years in corporate America honed her ability to manipulate words by day, and at night she read everything she could get her hands on, including many, romances! Happily married to her long, tall Texan and living in Southern California, Caitlyn has finally found the time to write very steamy happily-every-afters for Siren/Bookstrand. She has just started writing the Found series. It's a bit Paranormal, a bit Sci-Fi and 100% Action/Adventure. The characters have special abilities, that make them targets. She loves to hear from her readers. caitlyn@caitlynoleary.com FACEBOOK I TWITTER I PINTEREST I GOODREADS I WEBSITE

Plush 2 & 3 by K.B. Winters

   Allison Rand is a hot little barista struggling to make rent. The sassy firecracker is not afraid to take chances - except when it comes to her heart. She moved from her sleepy small town beginnings, to chase her dreams in the City of Angels.When her best frappe friend offers her the job of a lifetime, she jumps in - with both feet. Right into the arms of Billionaire Cooper Brighton. He's tall, handsome, and totally out of her league - or so she thinks.Billionaire playboy, and CEO of Brighton Enterprises, Cooper Brighton, was thrown into the business after tragedy strikes. He's adjusting as fast as he can, but his new position of power leaves him lonely and haunted by his own demons.Allie and Cooper are both keeping secrets. As they continue to cross paths, will their secrets bring them closer together, or ultimately become the thing that tears them apart?Find out now in the third and final installment of Plush - A Billionaire RomanceThe Plush Series is intended for a mature audience, 18+ only. **Available on Kindle Unlimited**AMAZON US I AMAZON UK Plush (A Billionaire Romance, Book 2)AMAZON US I AMAZON UK**Plush Series** Plush (A Billionaire Romance, Prequel)AMAZON US I AMAZON UK Plush (A Billionaire Romance, Book 1)AMAZON US I AMAZON UK KB Winters is the author of the brand new Billionaire Romance Series, Plush. She has an addiction to caffeine and hard-bodied alpha males. The men in her books are very sexy, protective and sometimes bossy, her ladies are...well...bossier! Living in sunny Southern California, this hopeless romantic writes every chance she gets! FACEBOOK I TWITTER I NEWSLETTER SIGN-UP

With Whom We Spend Our Lives By K.S. Thomas

 With Whom We Spend Our LivesAUTHOR: K.S. ThomasGENRE: Contemporary RomanceCOVER DESIGN: KG Cover ArtCONTENT WARNING: Adult language
Love? Sure, I believe in it. I've even experienced it. Once. Harper Richards - the girl who got away. Or rather, the one I let go. It should go without saying that it wasn't by choice. A guy like me, doesn't dare to dream of getting a girl like Harper even once, he sure as sh*t doesn't let her go on a whim. Nor does he ever think for a moment he'll get a second chance with her. Even if he wants one.I want one. I NEED one.And now...through some twisted turn of fate and a wedding I never should have been invited to...I just might get one.


I need to turn around and walk out. It’s the right thing to do. I have no business being in here in the first place. But I can’t leave. So, I just stand here. My eyes traveling the four walls of her room. The mirror with the frame she spray painted a tacky hot pink and silver. The cork board still filled with pictures of her and her mom and handwritten notes of all of her favorite quotes. She’s added a few to her collection. I have a sick need to know what they are.
Listening for any sounds from the hall, I slowly move toward the cork board. I’m not going to touch anything. If papers overlap, that’s all there is to it. I’ll have to live with not knowing. Squinting, I lean in close. I read through four of them, recognizing three when something catches my eye.
“Holy shit.” My hand is hovering over the mess of papers and pins while I remind myself repeatedly not to touch. I don’t need to. I can see it just the way it is. The corner of a picture still peeking through the stack of note scraps she’s used to cover it. I know that picture. I’m in that picture.“Pickle?”Shit.“I wasn’t touching.” Because somehow that really makes a difference when you’re snooping around in your ex-girlfriend’s bedroom. Not touching.“Relax. I’m not Meg and that hand isn’t hovering over Harper’s boob.” Gina comes up beside me. “Something hidden under there you’ve been looking for?” She nods at the tacked on papers covering the board in layers.“I haven’t been looking for it.” I lower my hand. “I had no idea it was still here to be found.”She hooks her arm around mine and starts to turn me around, leading me back toward the doorway and out of Harper’s room.“I wouldn’t have brought you back here if it was gone for good, Cole.” She’s walking me back down the hall and I feel somewhat like a mental patient who wandered off and is carefully being escorted back to his padded cell, the way she’s using her calm mommy voice and taking oddly slow steps while we move. Then we turn into the music room and normal Gina is back. “But you can’t go all stalker on her ass two seconds after you show up here. Ease into that shit, Pickle. I can tell you without doubt, girls don’t appreciate people sifting through their most private of thoughts, especially not when those thoughts include ex-boyfriends they’re supposed to have forgotten about years ago.”



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Pure Lust, Book 2 by M.S. Parker & Cassie Wild

   "I'd kissed a toad but he hadn't turned into a prince. No, my prince had come later. Edward Bouvier was everything Flynn McCreary wasn't. Then I found out that the toad was my prince's brother and my fairy-tale turned into a nightmare."When Gabriella Baine began her whirlwind romance with rich, handsome Edward Bouvier, she never expected for her one-night stand, photographer Flynn McCreary, to make an appearance. She wants to put everything behind her, but Flynn can't seem to stop playing things hot and cold. To make matters worse, she's broke and needs a good-paying job – like modeling for Flynn again. Will Gabriella be able to resist temptation or will she lose everything? Don't miss the second sizzling installment of the Pure Lust series by M.S. Parker and Cassie Wild. AMAZON US I AMAZON UK AMAZON US I AMAZON UK M.S. Parker M.S. Parker is a USA Today Bestselling author and the author of the Erotic Romance series, Club Privè and Chasing Perfection. Living in Southern California, she enjoys sitting by the pool with her laptop writing on her next spicy romance. Growing up all she wanted to be was a dancer, actor or author. So far only the latter has come true but M. S. Parker hasn't retired her dancing shoes just yet. She is still waiting for the call for her to appear on Dancing With The Stars. When M. S. isn't writing, she can usually be found reading- oops, scratch that! She is always writing. Cassie Wild Cassie Wild loves romance. Ever since she was eight years old she's been reading every romance novel she could get her hands on, always dreaming of writing her own romance novels. When M.S. Parker approached her about co-authoring Serving HIM series, it didn't take Cassie many second to say a big yes!! Serving HIM is only the beginning to the collaboration between M.S. Parker and Cassie Wild. Another series is already in the planning stages. M.S. Parker WEBSITE I FACEBOOK I TWITTER I NEWSLETTER SIGN-UP Cassie Wild FACEBOOK

A WILDer Kind of Love by Angel Payne

   The WILD Boys are back! USA Today Bestseller Angel Payne continues the hotter-than-hot series with this sensual story featuring CIA special agent Daniel Colton.A scarred hero... Dan Colton was once the CIA’s golden boy, a get-things-done cowboy who believed forgiveness was better to ask for than permission. But performing the devil’s work was always easy with his angel’s face, a damn good asset to have whether he was charming agency superiors…or training submissives in his dark dungeon role plays.Until his face was taken away.An act of ultimate bravery has spit Colton back out as a bitter shell, unsure how to relate to the world without his physical calling card. His only condolence is dreaming of revenge on the bastard responsible for the fire that disfigured him, but when that plan backfires, he is a beast without prey—tormented by a beauty he cannot touch.A willing submissive... Tess Lesange, known around the CIA’s Vegas office as “The Laser”, has only one Achilles heel—in the form of the brooding agent who once wouldn’t give her the time of day. Since Dan Colton’s accident, they’ve become friends, even trusting each other with some of their kinkier secrets. What are friends for, right?Wrong.A dangerous masquerade... Now Dan has become Tess’s greatest joy, toughest torment, and most sinful desire. Thoughts of surrendering to his rough brand of domination consume her, but Dan thinks of her as nothing more than the brainy analyst in the next office over.Still seeking the submissive dream, Tess takes matters into her own hands and journeys in disguise to one of the desert’s most elicit kink clubs. When the Dominant she meets there is also beneath a mask, his voice so alluring and familiar, she wonders if karma has conspired to fulfill one of her deepest fantasies…and what price she’ll have to pay for it come true. Is she willing to sacrifice everything she’s built in a friendship with Dan, for one unforgettable night in his dungeon? AMAZON US I AMAZON UK I iBOOKS I NOOK I ARe I GOOGLE PLAY I KOBO “Little rose.” Tess jumped out of her chair. Literally. Not that it had been a particularly comfortable chair. She’d found another wingback in the second of Catacomb’s living room areas, hoping she’d have better results in here at the whole calm-down-and-talk-to-somebody-dammit efforts. And did all that go for you, missie? Did changing rooms help you escape one drop of the feeling that you’ve showed up at Prom without a date, three damn nights in a row? She’d given herself until eleven o’clock to get the stick out of her ass and strike up a conversation with somebody, or just leave. No use sticking around until midnight when she didn’t even have mice, a pumpkin, and glass slippers to worry about. And all of a sudden, her fairy godmother of BDSM had gotten a huge clue. And delivered a prince who defied her wildest, kinkiest dreams. And not because he instantly reminded her of Dan. Get off the Colton crazy train! Now! It was his hair. It looked so much like Dan’s dark blond waves, she was initially captivated—though her perception was likely hindered by the thick velvet strings from his mask, tossing all kinds of shadows through his thick style. And about that mask… Dear God. Sometimes great minds really did think alike. Though it covered half his face and transformed his eyes into daunting mysteries, she tilted a little smile. She was looking for daunting, right? She’d just had no idea how much. And one look at this man, powerful and beautiful and looming before her in nothing but his huge black boots, faded jeans, and that mask, revealed he probably had a doctorate in daunting. She’d only concentrated on his covered parts so far, too. The face she couldn’t quite decipher. The legs, endless and powerful, converging at a bulge beneath his zipper that stripped the moisture from her throat. But everything else was… Dear God. It bore repeating. Probably out loud. If she could only figure where the hell all her air had gone. He was beautiful. Almost unreal. She’d only had this sensation a few times in her whole life, like the moment she’d gazed at her first Michelangelo statue in Rome, or gasped at a Cirque performer who supported three others in his palm. His lean but rock-hard build emphasized every captivating striation of his muscles: the hard ropes of his neck, the shoulders and arms that rivalled Red Rock for ridges, the abdomen that was another mountain range all on its own, as well. He moved a little closer to her with grace that reminded her of an eagle’s flight, deadly force honed for efficiency and grace. Was he even real? She yearned to reach out and learn that answer for herself. She’d never been more afraid to move in her life. She cleared her throat. Tried to straighten her stance—but then wondered if she should lower her head, instead. Or bow. Or curtsy? Or shake his hand? Hell. She was the girl who’d read every damn research book on dungeon etiquette, right? But now she really did feel like the girl at the prom with toilet paper attached to her heel. “Hi,” she finally managed. “I—I mean hello. Hello, Sir. I—I mean—” If she really had something to say after that, it would’ve have disappeared as soon as he lifted her hand between both of his and stepped closer, as if trying to figure her out more fully. His skin was firm and warm, his grip a steady command his eyes still impossible to read. “Ssshhh. Breathe, red.” Red. Though she liked playing up the unique color of her hair, she always cringed when someone used the too-typical nickname. But on his lips, the words were transformed into something new. Magical. “Breathe. Right. Okay…right. God. I am so sorry. You must think I’m so—” She injected a weak laugh. “I’m normally better at the whole stringing-a-sentence-together thing, I promise.” Why was she blowing this so bad? And why did he make it worse with his disarming grin and his tightening hold? And the simple force of his presence. And the intensity of his nearness. And the potency of his scent. How could the combination of Scotch and dust suddenly smell so incredible? “Why are you sorry? I’m the one who intruded.” “Oh, yeah. ‘Intruded.’” She blew out a pseudo raspberry. “Because there was so much going on here in my corner to intrude on.” “There would have been.” His mutter edged so close to an animal’s timber, she shivered a little. Tess had listened to enough radio spy chatter over the years to know the small disc on his neck was a voice distorter of some sort, which should have raised her wariness—instead, it only added to his allure. Her pulse thrummed, a current strange yet wonderful. While she felt at once safe, she also knew she shouldn’t…not this much, not this fast. The conflict only hastened to her reckless heartbeat, especially as he added, “Then I would’ve had to bounce a few skulls together.” “Why?” She knew how stupid it sounded. The possessive snarl beneath his words spoke enough meaning for anyone to figure out—except, perhaps, for her. The “protective” thing was usually her gig, a default when one was looking out for sisters who were “the pretty one” and “the smart ass,” so grasping the concept that anyone wanted to look after her in the same way… Weird. Very weird. But ohhh…so nice. Really nice. Still, she braced herself for his teasing chuckle. Maybe some sarcastic quip at what a “silly subbie” she was for not comprehending his intent. Once more, the man turned her expectations sideways. No. Fully upside-down. Her senses careened as he released a hand, lifting it to her jaw, yanking up her whole face for the focus of his fathomless gaze. “Why?” he repeated. “Because I’m pretty well set on having you all to myself tonight, rose.” His fingers pressed in. “Unless you aren’t interested in what you see?” She laughed. She couldn’t help herself. “You’re kidding, right?” “At the risk of being trite, do I look like I’m kidding?” “At the risk of being obnoxious, do I look like a nun? Because that’s the only situation I can imagine you being turned down, Sir Sexy.” Air pushed past his smirk. His thick stubble disguised the exact edges of his lips but the flash of his teeth briefly showed her that they were curved and lush…and maybe a little wicked. Wicked. Right behind daunting on what she’d come here looking for. AMAZON US I AMAZON UK I BARNES & NOBLE I KOBO I iBOOKS I ARe IGOOGLE PLAY AMAZON US I AMAZON UK I BARNES & NOBLE I KOBO I iBOOKS I ARe AMAZON US I AMAZON UK I BARNES & NOBLE I KOBO I iBOOKS I ARe AMAZON US I AMAZON UK I BARNES & NOBLE I KOBO I iBOOKS I ARe AMAZON US I AMAZON UK I BARNES & NOBLEI KOBO I iBOOKS I ARe I GOOGLE PLAY AMAZON US I AMAZON UK I BARNES & NOBLE I iBOOKS I ARe I GOOGLE PLAY Bestselling romance author Angel Payne has been reading and writing her entire life, though her love for romances began in junior high, when writing with friends on “swap stories” they’d trade between classes. Needless to say, those stories involved lots of angst, groping, drama, and French kissing.She began getting a paycheck for her writing in her twenties, writing record reviews for a Beverly Hills-based dance music magazine. Some years, various entertainment industry gigs, and a number of years in the hospitality industry later, Angel returned to the thing she loves the most: creating character-based romantic fiction. Along the way, she also graduated with two degrees from Chapman University in Southern California, taking departmental honors for English, before writing five historical romances for Kensington and Bantam/Doubleday/Dell.Angel found a true home in writing contemporary-based romances that feature high heat and high concepts, focusing on memorable alpha men and the women who tame them. She has numerous book series to her credit, including the Kinky Truth series, the Secrets of Stone series (with Victoria Blue), and the popular W.I.L.D. Boys of Special Forces series, as well as several stand-alone titles. TheCimarron series and the Once Upon a Sin series both launch in 2015.Angel still lives in Southern California, where she is married to her soul mate and lives on a street that looks like Brigadoon, with their awesome daughter and Lady Claire, the dog with impeccable manners. When not writing, she enjoys reading, pop culture, alt rock, cute shoes, and hanging at the beach with family and friends. FACEBOOK I TWITTER I WEBSITE