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Katheryn Kiden's A Beautiful Catasrophe

For two years Shay Daniels has been stuck in the past—stuck in a pain so deeply overwhelming that she constantly feels as if she's drowning. A chance meeting gives her her first breath of fresh air, but it could be her final downfall. 
He's stuck wondering what could have been—letting the pain of everything he's lost simmer within his broken heart. She's the first thing that has made him feel like himself again in years. He might be able to love her—he wants to—if he could only manage to live in the present. 
Devastating pasts. 
Uncertain futures. 
Life is supposed to move forward, but what if all it does is revolve in a heartbreaking circle? 
What if every step you take toward making yourself whole again only leads you closer to another beautiful catastrophe?



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Katheryn was born in Maine and raised in Maine. Growing up, she was the only girl out of five children. Out of four loving, but hard-assed, brothers she has been set on fire TWICE, shot at, left her with a burning car and a five gallon container of gas, scared out of her mind every time they got behind the wheel, and has enough hilarious stories and amazing memories to fill a million books. It made her independent and every female character she writes reflects strength and independence.

Katheryn books are full of page turning suspense, humor, and enough steam to overheat your e-reader.

"There are no weak women, just weak moments."
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J.J Marstead's Ravishing Elizabeth

Elizabeth

Seventeen years of being a half-bred wolf shifter, I didn't know how I would be able to adjust to my new life of being part of a pack. I have to admit I had my doubts and fears, but my wolf feels at ease, at home in the forest. Having the feel of soil under her pads makes her feel free. Plus, everyone is so nice. Yes, I feel right at home here, we both do. 

A new pack isn't the only thing my wolf and I have to adjust to. Fate blessed me with not one mate but with two that are destined to be mine. Can I live up to their expectations and be everything they need?

Samuel

I never thought I would ever be in the presence of something so incredible or could feel the way I do. To have feelings for a wolf, to want to make her my soul-mate is against my better judgement and I know that. She's not only amazing in wolf form, but her human form is stunning as well. I want to believe she could love a monster like me, I have to believe it. But we are from two different worlds. Can I help her get past that and make her mine?


Caleb

I finally found my mate and she is more gorgeous than anything I could have dream of. I try to reign over my wolf knowing he'll want to claim her as soon as he sees her, but he's on edge knowing she will also belong to another. My wolf and I are both trying to act complacent with the idea of having an outsider harbouring her heart, but I don't want to hurt her no matter how much I want to rip him apart. In order to make our mate happy there will be some much needed adjustments to be made. Will she be happy and accept her rightful place as our mate?

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I flick the light on and get dressed, I head downstairs to get a drink, just as I grab a bottle of water from the fridge, there’s a knock at the front door. Who can that be? I place the water bottle on the counter; I make my way towards the front door to see who it can be.  I twist the handle and open the door; his scent hits me before anything else, Samuel. 


My eyes widen as I take in his appearance, he’s breathtaking, with his dark hair and dark eyes luring me in as I stare openly at him, shaking myself out of the pull towards him. 


“What are you doing here?” I ask, poking my head outside to see if anyone can see that he’s here. “Did anyone see you coming here?” I hope no one saw because it’ll only be a matter of time before the alpha and the pack get here if they know.


“I told you, I would come to you, and don’t worry no one has seen me, my little gem,” he says. “I’ve been waiting for you for centuries my little wolf. There’s nothing in this world that will stop me from being with you.” 


Just hearing him say that, makes my wolf yip happily inside. I move out of the doorway making room for him to enter, he stops and gives me a crooked grin as he holds onto the door frame. I look at him puzzled and he chuckles. 

“You need to invite me in.”

Well, I wasn’t expecting that, guess something’s are true about vampires. 

“Come in, Samuel,” my voice is husky. I stare at him crossing the threshold. As soon as his feet step inside the house, he’s in front of me, gazing down at me like I’m his last cool drink of water, well in this case blood. He moves so fast I didn’t even get a chance to react. 


He places his hand under my chin, slowly lifting my head up. He leans down and kisses me softly at first but then he applies more pressure. I moan into the kiss, his tongue probing into my mouth, my tongue tangling with his. I run my tongue down his fang, and he groans out   shifting himself against me. I feel his erection through his pants, gasping as he grinds himself into me, he runs and slams the front door shut, and then comes back to me lifting me up off of my feet, my legs wrap around his hips, and he races up the stairs quickly.

J.J. Marstead lives in a quiet little town in Quebec, Canada. She is originally from a small Island in Canada called ‘Prince Edward Island’.J.J. Marstead is the pen name; she wanted to have a pen name because it seemed pretty awesome.
Her real name is Jessica Martell, and no she is not ashamed of writing.She loves to read and now she has taking up writing as a new adventure. She’s a stay at home mom, so she has plenty of time to think of naughty things to write.Married to the love of her life of nine years, they have a lovely daughter who is seven years old, and they have two dogs, full house.
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As Cold As Thorns - Isis Sousa

Title: As Cold As Thorns Author: Isis Sousa Series: Duology Book 1 of 2 Genre: Dark Fantasy/Gothic/Paranormal/Dark FairytalePublisher: Tragic BooksRelease Date: Nov 28 2016 Edition/Formats: eBook & PrintBlurb/Synopsis:When lust and vanity consume a humble young soul, nothing is left but a faint flame in the darkness of the void. The solace and contentment of Henrique’s simple life as a small-town tailor’s apprentice vanish when his ambitions turn him overnight into one of the most powerful and influential personalities in early-1800s Europe. His quick ascension to the upper echelons of the leading Iberian Empire reveals a man torn between the pure heart he once was, and the grim shade of what he has now become: a spirit obsessed with expensive material possessions and the urge to acquire the unattainable.Henrique succumbs to the ever-growing desires and beguiling passions tormenting his mind, causing a rupture between reason and a desolate world of ice and snow where pain is the key to salvation. Will he survive his encounter with the colossal emptiness and find the righteous path to lead him out of his agony?
Come and indulge yourself in this startling tale of coldness and wonder.


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At a boxing gym in Chicago, Mary Monahan accidentally knocks out the most handsome man she’s ever met. After she wakes him up with a few slaps and some smelling salts, the very first thing he does is ask her out for ribs and beer. His name is Jimmy. He looks like a Gillette model. And he’s just too hunky to resist.

Jimmy “The Falcon” Falconi is mystified that Mary has absolutely no idea who he is. Mystified and refreshed. He is, after all, not your everyday NFL quarterback. He shops at Costco, has a soft spot for Pinterest, and is in the midst of an epic losing streak.

Jimmy falls for Mary fast and hard, the way he does everything—balls out and like it’s fourth and long. And he realizes he’s finally met his match. That stamina he’s so proud of? Doesn’t stand a chance against her Kegels.

But what they don’t know is she’s also his new physical therapist, recently hired by the Bears to work on his rotator cuff…and groin injury. If she can’t help him, he’ll be traded faster than they can say “offensive penetration.”

In spite of the thousands of internet memes featuring Jimmy’s face with captions like: “HEY GIRL, WANT TO TOUCH MY BALLS?” Mary finds herself falling for him and his unrelenting desire to make her his.

Until a toddler shows up at Jimmy’s door.

And throws their lives into total chaos.

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Chapter 1
Jimmy


She’s got a hell of a left hook, and her jab is no joke either. It’s hard to tell what she really looks like, with the big blue rubber mouth guard between her teeth and the black padded headgear covering her jaw and cheeks. But I know this: I want to get my hands on that body. Her tight pink tee is low cut and skin tight, and across her breasts are the words: “NOBODY’S PUSSYCAT.”
A cold draft blows in from the window, making goosebumps ripple up her arms. A thin stream of sweat runs down into her cleavage, and then I watch her nipples tighten. Christ. With little bounces, she heads back to her corner and bends over for her water bottle. Stretchy black leggings and no panty line.
Fuuuuuck.
The buzzer dings and we square up. She holds her gloves up to her face, ready to go. They’re bubblegum pink with white cuffs; the girliest weapons I’ve ever seen.
But never mind the gloves. It’s those eyes that have me. Shit, those eyes. This crazy deep green. Packers’ green. Jets’ green. Green like cash. Green that could make a guy go right out of his mind.
Pow goes a jab into my stomach and I double over, tasting my Gatorade from an hour ago. Before I can breathe, before I can even get up my gloves to slow her down, she pelts me hard with a cross to my sternum that knocks the wind straight out of me. I gasp for air and stagger back into the ropes.
“Jesus Christ,” I moan. “Who are you?”
Her eyes light up in this smile. This beautiful fucking smile that I feel way down inside. Then she bounces on her toes and smacks her gloves together out in front of her. Whap, whap. “I’m Mary!” she says around her mouth guard. “And you’re slow!”
Cute. But, yeah…no. Nobody talks to me like that. Nobody. I hurl myself off the ropes, colliding with her in the center of the ring, skin against skin now. I press into her sexy shoulder with my bicep, feeling the sweat between us. She nails me in the gut again; a solid, low-slung straight, and I think, I can’ t hit a girl, can I?
No. Fuck, no.
So I stretch my arm between us, the padding of my glove holding her steady right below her collarbone. She swings for me but I’m a foot taller and she doesn’t stand a chance. “Jerk!”
Obviously.
But on the upside, now I can really get a good look at her the way I want to; close up, but not so close that she’s pummeling me. Her legs are solid and I can even see that little curve of her hipbones barely showing through her leggings. I let my eyes follow the line of sweat to her inner thighs, to that wet, hot place where everything comes together. Fuck. I want my hands on that place. I want to feel the softness and the strength. I want to know the taste of that sweat. The way that softness gives under my tongue.
Ding goes the buzzer. I push her away, padded knuckles to her shoulder. She spins and gets into her corner, so I do the same.
I grab my water bottle and squirt it into my mouth, watching her all the time. She’s fucking beautiful, this one. Fucking gorgeous. The woman of dreams. Of fantasies.
From a pink Nalgene, she takes one big gulp, two, and a little water dribbles down her lips, rolling in drops down her throat. Her eyes stay right on mine. Her chest heaves. Her eyes flash. Her lips tighten. And that’s when it happens. She peels off her T-shirt and tosses it to the floor so that the only word showing is PUSSY.
Ding.
Her body is fucking perfect. I mean perfect. I moan into my mouth guard and I look her up and down. Lean but not thin. Sexy and strong. A fighter’s body. A woman’s body. A body strong enough to take everything I want to give it. And then some.
She turns to set down her water bottle, bending at the waist. And that’s when I see it. The tattoo. It’s a ribbon of black lace that runs in a beautiful, feminine line down her back from right shoulder to left hip, curving down into her pants. Tough as hell, pretty as can be. And with the sexiest tattoo I've ever seen in my life.
Stick a motherfucking fork in me. I’m done.
“Nice ink,” I tell her as we square up again.
“Thanks,” she says, leaning in to my shoulder.
“I’ve never seen one like it.” I hook my arm around her again and pull her in. I smell something familiar. I can’t place it. She slips free and moves behind me. For one second, all I can hear is her shoes on the mats.
“I rebelled when I turned 30. It was either this or a tramp stamp.”
“Of what?” I pivot so my face is close against hers.
“Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee.” She smiles tight around the mouth guard. Her glove comes through the air, cutting through the noise of the gym. Whooosh.
I get my right hand up just in time to block her with my glove. The impact rolls down my forearm like I’m nothing but Jell-O.
She lets another jab fly but misses me—barely—and I slip around behind her. The hair at the nape of her neck is curly and wet, and a long dark braid runs down her back. That strip of wet fabric at the top of her pants, dark with sweat. “Why are we fighting?” I growl as I get closer. “Why aren’t we out drinking? Making trouble? Fucking around? Let me take you out.”
She spins to face me, her eyes wide open, surprised. “You wanna drink with me?”
“Hell yes, I do. And a lot of other things.”
“You want me? Fight me.” She fires her bubblegum pink cannons at my stomach with a one-two combination that makes me feel like I’m nothing but a 283-pound heavy bag.
I try to get in a left cross, but she’s way faster than I am and comes up from under with a hook straight out of Manila.
That one got me in my brainpan, in my marrow. “Fuck that,” I snarl.
“Atta boy!”
No way. Nobody atta boys me. I’m Jimmy Goddamned Falconi. I’m nobody’s boy. Never.
“Atta girl.” I nudge her in the shoulder with my chest.
Around her guard, she says, “You fight like you’re in molasses. But you’re strong. You some kind of athlete?”
At first, I’m about to laugh. For about one second, I think I might be on Candid Camera or something. I mean, I can’t walk to the bathroom on an airplane without someone asking me to sign a cocktail napkin. I can’t get through Costco without someone asking me to sign their shopping list. Some kind of athlete?
I’m Jimmy “The Falcon” Falconi. Quarterback for the Chicago Goddamned Bears. I’m somebody.
But there’s zero recognition in her eyes. No flicker of the fangirl. No sign she’s playing it cool either. To her, I’m just a guy getting his ass kicked by a girl in pink gloves.
“Hello?” She presses into my chin with a slow uppercut from the right.
I snap out of it. I don’t even know how to answer her. I play quarterback for the Bears. Ever heard of them? Or maybe, Ever heard of football? America’s Game? Fuck. I wouldn’t even know how to start. I’ve never had to explain it. People just know. “Yeah, I like to work out.”
“Then act like it,” she says, all piss and vinegar, and puts her guard back in her mouth. Wham comes that jab into my gut. Pow goes the straight to my pecs. I loop one arm around her and pull her body in close, hooking the back of her neck with the crook of my elbow. I pull her closer, tighter, both arms around her, to get a feel for her…but also to give myself a goddamned break.
She struggles a little, trying to squirm free, but I see the smile on her face, the crinkle of the skin at her eyes.
I pull her head closer to mine. I must be twice her weight; no way is she going to get free now. We are the welterweight and the super heavyweight. Wrong class totally. But then she wedges her forehead in against my chest. I watch her wind up, her biceps flexing, and, boom-boom-boom.
Every time she connects, I lose a little more air and groan, “Fuck-fuck-fuck!”
“Atta boy!”
Fuck. That.
So I keep her pinned and she starts fighting harder, which makes me want to hang on to her more. I press my nose against her head. In her thick brown hair, I can smell her shampoo, her conditioner. Coconut.
While I’m distracted by that smell, thinking of sunscreen and ukulele music and drinks with umbrellas and her on a beach, she slips out from under my arms and pops up in my face.
Well, shit.
“What, you chicken? Gonna hit me back? Or do you want to dance around for an hour or two? Because I can totally do that. I just have to go home to feed the dog.” Whap-whap go her padded fists.
Oh no, no way. No way am I going to let a pretty little thing talk to me like that. I sniff hard and man up.
I give her a jab. A hook. A cross.
And she blocks me every damned time. Blocks me like she’s fought me before, or like she’s known all along what I’ll do when it comes down to it.
Fucking wax-on-wax off, one-two-three.
Pow-pow go her gloves into my side, and fuck. I think I feel those it in my spleen. Enough. Enough. Anger boils up through me like cheap vodka after a long night.
I’m Jimmy Falconi. And I’m gonna make this girl know my name.
I crack my neck side to side and get serious. I suck air through the holes in my mouth guard and get my fists up. I edge her into the corner and those eyes flash at me. She’s sweating hard and her mascara is smudged. Her hair is mussed and her skin is slick. It makes her look dangerous. Angry. I’d like to smudge that mascara a little more. In bed. Immediately.
But first, I’m going to show her who’s boss.
The more she works herself up, the hotter she gets. That’s when something catches my eye. There’s something written on the white cuffs of her gloves. All fuzzy, written in black marker:
On the right glove: HERE COMES…
On the left:…TROUBLE!
Whomp.
She nails me in the jaw with a haymaker, and my molars shake. “Come the fuck on,” I growl back at her, with my glove pressed to the side of my face.
She smacks her gloves together, and lowers her chin. “Are we sparring or chatting? Hit me!” Bounce, bounce, bounce. Butterfly, bee. Whap, whap, whap. “I’m not going to break!”
I work my jaw open and closed a few times thinking, Okay. Fine. Fine. I didn’t think it was going to go like this, but I can roll with a hostile defense, sure. Wouldn’t be the first time. I give her the old elevator stare—up, down, up again—and get stuck on her belly button for a little too long. But then I get a game plan together. I figure I can hit her in the stomach. Not too hard, not hard enough to hurt her, but hard enough to let her know who’s in charge here.
Which would be me. Me, pussycat. Me.
Nudging the edge of her shoulder with my glove, I drive her backwards. Our eyes lock and I get this…this…prickle all through me.
This woman.
This one. Right here.
I want her. So fucking bad.
The fucking gym with its ten phones playing mariachi goes silent. The guys by the cooler egging her on go silent. It’s just her and me and the sweat dripping between us. Soft skin, sparkling eyes. She smells like a summer day and she’s looking at me in a way that no woman has ever looked at me. Ever.
Like she’s gonna own me and she knows it.
Which is bullshit.
She gives me a little lift of her chin and tightens her lips around the guard. She wipes her nose with her glove and then lowers her head. “Come on! You going to fight or are you just going to screw around?”
With my left hand, I jab her softly in the stomach. With the right, a play-hook to the jaw. I raise her chin on my glove so her eyes come up to mine. Then I pull her close, my arm around the back of her neck again. “You wanna screw around?” I say into her ear.
Bam, another hit to the stomach. “I haven’t even gotten started,” she answers.
Fuck it.
She wants to play? Fucking fine. I'll play. I'll play hard. I square up. But she gives me this eye. This champion eye. A winner’s eye. Cocky like no eyes I've ever seen before. Tom Brady doesn’t have anything on this kind of cocky right here. My luck, this girl’s some UFC champion. Christ.
But I can take her. Yeah, I sure fucking can.
Probably.
I decide on a straight jab; a no-fail straight jab that I plan just hard enough to send her reeling but not hurt her, not actually injure her. I know the punch. It works in bar fights and brawls on the field. An all-American move. As I wind up, everything slows down. I’m 6’6”, 283 pounds, and I throw a football for a living. When I wind up, I wind up. As I do, she ducks, fast as fucking lightning. Greased. Elegant. Lethal. So as my arm is powering through the air, as my momentum gets caught behind 12-ounce training gloves, she pops back up like a goddamned whack-a-mole.
Those eyes flash again and she smiles so hard I can see her dimples.
Dimples. Oh, fuck.
I watch her shoulder tighten, her tricep pucker, and that’s when she lets me have it for real.
The punch comes from left to right, blocking out my view of everything. I don’t see the Mexican flag on the wall. I don’t see the graffiti mural over the windows. Nope. The universe turns bubblegum pink.
It doesn’t hurt, not at first, and as I’m flying backwards, airborne, I have just enough time to think to myself, I wonder if this is what a knockout punch feels like…
Before everything flickers to black.




































Nicola Rendell writes dirty, funny, erotic romance. She likes a stiff drink and a well-frosted cake. She is at an unnamed Ivy and prefers to remain mostly anonymous for professional reasons. She has a PhD in English and an MFA in Creative Writing from schools that shall not be named here. She loves to cook, sew, and play the piano. She realizes that her hobbies might make her sound like an old lady and she’s totally okay with that. She lives with her husband and her dogs. She is from Taos, New Mexico.

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Nine Days left on My Kindle Scout Submission

This month is flying by!  There are only nine days left to vote for Cowboy Sanctuary on Kindle Scout to help this book earn a publishing contract!  Have you voted?  If not, please click this link: https://kindlescout.amazon.com/p/1H6NVWAEBLL57  I won't be talking about this again until the nomination period is over and I hear the news.  I'll let you know if my book was chosen or not.  If you've voted you'll be notified by Kindle Scout as well.  This has been an interesting adventure either way, and it made me focus on promotion in a unique way!


Would I do it again?  That depends very much on if my book is chosen for that publishing contract. I'm an impulsive person by nature, so sitting on this book for a month has been torture.  It has taught me patience, somewhat.  Basically,  you submit your book, and Amazon decides if they will allow it to have a thirty day period where people vote if they want to read your book.  If it's chosen, you receive a $1500 advance and 50% of royalties.  I can still publish a paperback, but the digital version of this book will remain on Amazon only.

If Cowboy Sanctuary isn't chosen, I will release on all platforms the day I get the information.  Either way, it's been a learning experience, and I'm all about learning something new.  This is a new type of romance book for me, as I've never written contemporary western romance before.  I'll let you be the judge on whether or not it's a genre I should keep writing in.  That's all I can really say until I know which way this book goes.  Thank for your support!



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Jade Blitz

Click Here to read it FOR FREE on Amazon! Blurb: “I’d stop changing for you.” Aston, a Stone Pack Beta, has been content in his role as Jasper’s second in command, but after watching his Alpha find love with his mate, he starts longing for a mate of his own, but his wolf isn’t interested in any of his current options. Tasked with a reconnaissance mission, he is set upon by shifters from the Milton Pack and saved by a woman who instantly arouses his wolf. Too bad she’s not a shifter. “I’d change everything for you.” All Jade remembered when she woke in the hospital was the handsome man she’d met in the woods, but what was she doing there to begin with? Then he showed up at the hospital to check on her and eventually brings her home to recover with his enormous extended family, hoping to help her regain her memory. Over time, bits and pieces come back to her, but she doesn’t like what she discovers. Can they overcome their heritage to build a future? Here's a teaser from Lexi...Aston slowly made his way up the stairs. Lost in thought, he almost didn’t notice Jade asleep on the bed, wearing a pair of leggings and a tunic. She looked like an angel with her hair radiating around her head. At first, he simply stared at her. She was truly beautiful. For the first time since he’d known her, she seemed almost peaceful. Gently, he sat on the bed beside her, leaned down, and sniffed again. Nothing. He wasn’t crazy. His wolf danced around inside making him wildly uncomfortable. Fighting his wolf was exhausting. For just a moment, he wanted to imagine what life would be like if he didn’t have the wolf. After all, if this were the case, he could have Jade. He bent close to her ear and whispered, “I’d stop changing for you.”Meet Lexi... About Lexi James… Lexi loves wine, chocolate, and all things supernatural. What happens when she drinks too much wine? She writes stories with hot alpha males with supernatural abilities. Stick around for stories of shifters, hunters, and the women who tame them. Never miss a new release, giveaway, or sale! Subscribe to Lexi James’ newsletter:http://madmimi.com/signups/264183/join Like Lexi on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/LexiJamesParanormalRomanceHosted By Visit Us Here!Thanks for joining us at Tears of Crimson. Home to Bestselling Author Michelle Hughes,and all the Friends of Crimson!

Infinitely Mine - Marie Skye

On the outside, Grayson Mandrake has everything a man could want--success in business, family and friends. As for women, he fucks them and leaves them. All except his beautiful Emmalin. She was his one. She left him broken and bitter, unable to believe she could walk away from their passion.

When an explosive secret comes to light, Grayson is forced to re-examine everything he thought he knew about why she left him.
Emmalin Ross is a survivor. She made it through a horrific attack, and then through losing the man she loved. She walked away to give Grayson a chance at true happiness. Now he's found her, and he'll have his revenge, served dark and hot, and this time, she's not sure she can walk away, no matter how dark the sensual torment he dishes out.
Grayson and Emmalin are set on a collision course, but are both hearts strong enough to survive? Can this couple find a way back to love, or is it too late?

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Acquisition: The Complete Series



Darkness lurks in the heart of the Louisiana elite, and only one will be able to rule them as Sovereign. Sinclair Vinemont will compete for the title, and has acquired Stella Rousseau for that very purpose. Breaking her is part of the game. Loving her is the most dangerous play of all.

“Depraved, sinister and complex plot! Off-the-charts sexual tension and situations! Raw, rough and angry sex! Excellent story-telling!” - SueBee, Top 10 Goodreads Reviewer

“Love and hate combine to make the most intoxicating elixir and I can’t wait for the final installment to get another fix…” - Agents of Romance

“You took all of my emotions and played them like puppets. You stretched me further than I thought I could go. You took me to the end of my tether and then pushed me over the edge.” - PopKitty Reviews

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“You are testing my patience, Stella.” He stopped and pushed me up against the wall. His eyes bored into me. “Don’t ask Farns questions like that. He can’t help you.”

“I can ask whatever the hell I want.” The cocktail of emotions roiling inside me had made me bold, even in the face of Vinemont’s wrath.

His gaze travelled over my face, down to my lips and then back to my eyes. “That’s where you’re wrong.”

He gripped my hair and pulled my head to the side. His mouth was at my ear again, his Southern drawl whispering darkly to me. “I thought I made it clear that I own you now. You do as I say. If you don’t, I’ll make sure your father feels the brunt of your punishment.”

He stepped into me, pressing my back into the wall and crushing me painfully. I yelped at the sudden aggression. He clapped his free hand over my mouth. I hit ineffectually at his sides, his back. I even tried to knee him, but he took advantage of my efforts and pushed one of his large thighs between my legs and lifted so I was straddling him.

“Fuck.” It was a gravelly whisper.

My heart beat faster and faster, panic welling up inside and drowning out any other emotion. He was going to hurt me. Right here, right now in this sunny hallway.

He pulled my hair harder and harder until I thought he would rip it out. I stopped struggling.

“Better. Here’s how this is going to go, Stella. You are going to stop trying to make trouble. You are going to do as you’re told. This year will pass by much easier for you if you just follow my orders. You can fight me.” His lips moved down to my neck, a hairsbreadth from making contact. “And I’m not going to lie, I like it when you fight. It makes this easier for me. But you won’t like the results.”


















































Celia Aaron is the self-publishing pseudonym of a published romance and erotica author. She loves to write stories with hot heroes and heroines that are twisty and often dark. Thanks for reading.
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I’m excited to announce that my book, Cowboy Sanctuary, has been nominated for Kindle Scout! Please, click that link and read about the program as I give you the short version. This is a 30-day campaign where readers can nominate a book for a publishing contract. In their own words: "Kindle Scout is reader-powered publishing for new, never-before-published books. It’s a place where readers help decide if a book gets published. Selected books will be published by Kindle Press and receive 5-year renewable terms, a $1,500 advance, 50% eBook royalty rate, easy rights reversions and featured Amazon marketing."   I must tell you, I’m excited to be a part of this, regardless of what decision comes.  Now that you’re all jumping up and down with me in glee (if not please get busy), I want to share my campaign and encourage you to visit the site and nominate.


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If you nominate my book and it gets chosen for a publishing contract, you get the book free.  How blooming cool is that?  Think about it.  You go to that link above, nominate Cowboy Sanctuary, and then BOOM if it wins you get to read it FREE.  I know you're excited about doing that, but before you run off, can I share a little more about the book with you?  
Cowboy Sanctuary is different from any book I've written before.  I wanted to go back to my roots and put out a love story that takes place in the country.  What happens when a city girl meets a sexy cowboy?  Can those two worlds collide and somehow mesh?  That's just a small plot in this book. You've got a psycho ex-brother-in-law, an adorable baby boy who hasn't met his real daddy, and a woman that was sure she wanted a career more than a relationship.  I think you're going to discover that Cowboy Sanctuary is more than just a romance.  
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Long VersionI've also created a new site especially for this book: www.authormichellehughes.com  I hope you'll stop by and check it out!  In case you hadn't noticed, I'm really excited about sharing Cowboy Sanctuary with you, and can't wait for you to fall in love with the Dixon Boys! Thanks for joining us at Tears of Crimson. Home to Bestselling Author Michelle Hughes,and all the Friends of Crimson!

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Event planner for the rich and famous, Lucky Nuñez lives her dream job. But when it comes to love, she’s scraping the bottom of the barrel. She’s dying to have babies, but it seems that’s never going to happen. A chance encounter leads her into the arms of Jared Thomas. He’s a bad boy to the bone. Sexy, seductive, and so domineering, he makes her toes curl. And he’s got dirty talk down to an art form.

Jared Thomas is a ladies’ man, but when he meets sexy Lucky, he knows she’s worthy of more than just play time. Never has he wanted to keep a woman like he does her. He will make her his wife and mother of his children. There’s only one problem: his past is trying to kill his future.

They have more than communication problems playing havoc with their relationship. With trust issues the size of Texas, these two need to open up to each other. That’s if they can stay alive long enough to try.



Jared studied the caramel-skinned, buxom beauty in front of him with undisguised appreciation. He’d noticed her the moment she’d stepped into the ballroom with Max’s fiancée.
He dealt a new hand without asking, unwilling to let her escape. She’d been the reason he told his niece to take a break. Sensuality radiated from each of her curves, and he wanted to get his hands on her.
She swiped the tip of her pink tongue over her plump bottom lip and frowned at her cards.
“It’s okay. Not everyone’s luck holds in these card games.” He wanted to smack himself after the words came out, but fuck if he wasn’t dying to hear her voice again. The husky tone had caressed his cock in a feather-light touch.
Her eyes were filled with amusement when she glanced up at him. “I know.” She wiggled in her seat. His thoughts went straight to the gutter. “I don’t worry too much about winning.”
She flipped another perfect game. Her pouty lips tipped up in a sexy come-hither grin. Fuck! He wanted to kiss her, touch her. Hell, he wanted to slide his hands up and down every curve he saw.
Of course, he’d probably end up getting smacked for being fresh. But he was damn close to believing it would be worth the sting of her hand on his face to kiss her, if only to get a taste.
“Nice, but it won’t last.” Desire thrummed through his body each time their gazes met. Arousal spiked and his cock hardened to an uncomfortable degree.
“Oh?” She lifted her dark brows and curled her lip in a cheeky grin. Challenge filled her eyes. “What’s your name?”
He grinned at the flash of fire he saw in her gaze. “Jared. Jared Thomas.”
She leaned forward, her breasts straining against her flimsy low-cut top. “Well, Jared, care to make it more interesting?”
Hell yes! But first he needed to know who the sexy siren was that would be gracing his bed that night. “What’s your name?”
He watched her nibble her plump bottom lip before answering. “Luciana Rivas.”
Mastering the nearly overpowering urge to grab her by the hand and haul her out of there was not an easy task. He noticed her empty champagne flute and motioned a passing waiter to hand her a full glass. She took a sip of the bubbly.
He watched her lick her lips again, lips he kept picturing wrapped around his cock, sucking him into her hot mouth. He leaned forward on the table, closer to her, and inhaled. The sexy, light scent tickling his nostrils made him think of satin sheets and sweaty bodies. He’d never wanted a woman this quickly.
Something inside him roared to life and urged him to toss her over his shoulder and take her to his bed, fuck her all night, watch her face when she screamed his name and finally, come deep inside her and take her as his in every sense of the word.
If his balls weren’t already in agreement with his dick, he might worry, but right now, his brain and all other body parts wanted her under him, over him and taking him deep.
“What do you have in mind?” he asked.
Their gazes met. Arousal flickered to life in the depths of her whiskey-brown eyes. The longer they stared at each other, the brighter it blazed, beckoning him closer. His cock pressed at the zipper of his dress pants, ready for action. Hell, he sure was glad he was behind the table, because no matter how good his poker face, he wouldn’t be able to hide that bit of evidence from her.
She shrugged. It was a dainty, sexy lift of her shoulders that pushed her breasts farther up her neckline. “You seem to be the expert here.”
He narrowed his eyes. She sounded like she was making fun of him, but she couldn’t possibly know he was anything other than a hired table attendant.
“I wouldn’t call myself a professional.” Oh yeah, he was a lying bastard, all right. “But I have experience.”
Her gaze latched onto his lips and slowly traveled up to meet his. He ground his teeth and fought the cock-hardening look she gave him. She licked her lips. “Let’s see if you’re right in your assumption that my luck won’t last.”
“What’s in it for me, gorgeous?”
She leaned closer. Their faces were only a foot apart now.
“What do you want?”
You. Now. Taking my cock. Taking my cum. Forever. Having my children. Being mine!
He should be worried over where his mind was going, but he couldn’t be. He was too busy staring at her mouth. He wanted to close the distance, to taste her plump red lips and allow her sexy perfume to fill his lungs. “Alone time…” He watched her eyes widen before he finished. “With you.”
The interest in her eyes grew until her pupils dilated with arousal. She gulped but didn’t respond. He decided to taunt her into agreeing, into giving in to his wishes.
















New York Times & USA Today Bestselling Author Milly Taiden (AKA April Angel) loves to write sexy stories. How sexy? So sexy they will surely make your ereader sizzle. Usually paranormal or contemporary, her stories are a great quick way to satisfy your craving for fun heroines with curves and sexy alphas with fur.Milly lives in New York City with her hubby, their boy child and their little dog “Needy Speedy”. She’s aware she’s bossy, is addicted to shoe shopping, chocolate (but who isn’t, right?) and Dunkin’ Donuts coffee.She loves to meet new readers!

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