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Excerpt Reveal ~ ‘Silver Bastard’ by Joanna Wylde.

Silver Bastard by Joanna Wylde.

(Silver Valley #1)

Release Date: 7th April 2015.

Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Erotica.

SYNOPSIS

First in the new Silver Valley series from the��New York Timesbestselling author of the Reapers Motorcycle Club Novels��

Fourteen months. For fourteen months, Puck Redhouse sat in a cell and kept his mouth shut, protecting the Silver Bastards MC from their enemies. Then he was free and it was time for his reward���full membership in the club, along with a party to celebrate. That���s when he saw Becca Jones for the first time and set everything in motion. Before the night ended he���d violated his parole and stolen her away from everything she knew.

Five years. It was five years ago that Puck destroyed Becca and saved her all in one night. She���s been terrified of him ever since, but she���s even more terrified of the monsters he still protects her from… But Becca refuses to let fear control her. She���s living her life and moving forward, until she gets a phone call from the past she can’t ignore. She has to go back, and there���s only one man she can trust to go with her���the ex-con biker who rescued her once before.

Puck will help her again, but this time it���ll be on his terms. No more lies, no more tears, and no more holding back what he really wants…

Prologue

California

Five years ago

Puck

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Motherfucker that burned.

The shot was a double, and the fact that it���d come cradled between two beautiful, giant tits attached to a stripper with endless legs and a tight ass didn���t hurt one goddamned bit. Tequila hit my stomach, the alcohol shocking my system, and shit finally got real.

Freedom.

Fourteen months since the last time I���d had a decent drink���all but forgotten what it felt like, too. That sweet, harsh pain that comes from losing the surface layer of skin all the way down your throat? Gorgeous. Never felt better in my life, and that���s a fact. Helped that the queen of body shots had sucked me off right after we���d pulled up to the party.

Spent the last year trying to decide what I���d do first when I finally got out. Kept going back and forth between getting laid and getting drunk, but God apparently has a soft spot for assholes because we���d found one hell of a good compromise.

I���d been free nearly four hours now. Still felt like a dream. The California Department of Corrections took its own sweet time with everything, up to and including processing a man out. I���d spent half the wait wondering if the cockwads would change their minds or if the club lawyer had forgotten something. Figured they���d find some way to fuck with my head.

FBI, state cops, even Homeland Security���they all wanted a piece of my club, the Silver Bastards MC, and not a week went by inside that they didn���t try to cut it out of my hide. Guess they figured a prospect made an easy target.

Not fucking likely.

My old man died for the Bastards. If I turned, he���d haunt my ass the rest of my life because that shit does not stand in my family. I���d been born to wear a Bastard cut. And tonight? For the first time I finally had the right to show those colors off.

A hand slapped my shoulder, then a burly man caught me up in a hug so tight it hurt. My fucking ribs creaked.

���That patch feel right on your back, brother?��� asked Boonie. He was the president of the Silver Bastards in Callup, Idaho, and I���d heard him call me a hell of a lot of things���but never brother. Felt good. Damned good. Until an hour ago, I���d been a prospect and I���d never gotten any special treatment because of my old man.

That���s how I wanted it.

���Best night of my life,��� I admitted. He pulled back, and his face grew serious.

���Proud of you,��� he said. ���You did what you had to. Protected the club, took care of business. Painter told us how things were inside, how you took his back. You earned this, earned it with your life and your blood. I know you won���t shame this patch, Puck.���

���I won���t,��� I replied, his words almost too much. Boonie grinned suddenly, then grabbed my arm and turned me toward the bar again.

���Drink up,��� he told me. ���Then find yourself some pretty little thing to play with, because tomorrow we���re ridin��� home. Your bike���s in good shape���took care of it for you.���

���Thanks.���

���Another shot, baby?��� the stripper asked. She rolled onto her side, reaching out to catch my neck with her hand, pulling me in for a kiss. That brought me a little too close to her face. She was sweaty, and her mascara had started running. Didn���t smell that great, either.

���More shots,��� I said, pulling away. I���d appreciated the blow job, no question. But she wasn���t exactly the fantasy I���d been jacking off to the last year and I���d promised myself I wouldn���t settle once I got out. I wanted someone fresh���someone clean and soft and sweet enough to eat. I���d play with her for a while before letting myself go, punching through all that softness until she screamed and begged for mercy.

Mouth, cunt, ass.

That���d been what got me through those long nights wondering why the fuck I���d let myself get caught.

Ignoring the bitch on the bar, I reached across and grabbed the bottle of tequila, chugging nearly a third of it down. Christ, there went the rest of my throat. Then I turned to look out across room. Four of my new Silver Bastard brothers had come down from Callup���Boonie, Miner, Deep, and Demon. Joining them were four Reapers and two Reaper prospects. They were here to welcome Painter, who���d gone down with me on a weapons charge. This sucked, but such is life. We���d been fighting for our clubs, so no regrets there. Through a combination of luck and well-placed payoffs, we���d managed to stick together for the duration of our time served. The clubs provided the funds and the attorneys���to protect them, we matched that investment with our silence.

Painter caught my eye from across the room, grinning. After so much time together I could almost read his thoughts. I gave him a nod, one of those chin jerks that speaks volumes.

Congrats to you, too, asshole.

���You havin��� fun?��� a man asked. I looked down to find a painfully skinny, greasy little man missing half his teeth standing next to me. Tweaker called Teeny. His face was just a little too eager, his eyes a little too bright. Unfortunately, Teeny was our host for the night so I had to be nice to him. We were out in the middle of nowhere, tucked back in a canyon where this douche had somehow acquired a house. The Longnecks MC���one of our ���allies,��� although their loyalty was questionable���had a warehouse set up in a shop right next to this guy���s house.

This Teeny asshole wasn���t even part of the club . . . Apparently his brother Bax was patched in, though, so they used him as a pit stop. Something didn���t quite add up about the situation, but fuck if I cared. In the morning I���d be riding for home. With luck my future association with the state of California in general and Teeny in particular would be extremely limited.

���See anything you like?��� he asked. ���That���s my old lady, there. ���You want her? She���s real good, welcome you home right.���

I shrugged, glancing over toward his woman. She was probably in her midthirties, I decided. Pretty enough, but she had a hard, tired look around her eyes that didn���t appeal. Not only that, she was wiry and skinny as fuck. Probably smoking meth to block out the fact that she had to live with this dickwad.

���No, she���s great but not my type,��� I said, casually taking another drink of tequila. Wasn���t burning so much now, which in retrospect should���ve been a sign to slow down. Maybe things would���ve turned out different.

Shitty thing about time���only runs the one direction.

���What���s your type?��� he asked. I shrugged. The day I needed some tweaker to find me pussy, I���d cut off my own cock and get it over with. Swallowing another drink, I glanced across the room, pointedly ignoring him.

That���s when I saw her.

Now, I fuckin��� hate clich��s, and shit like this only happens in movies . . . but I swear to fuck, I think I fell for her in that instant. She was small, with long brown hair in one of those knot things on top of her head. Not dressed to show off her figure, either. I could still see she had a tiny waist, though, along with generous tits and the kind of round, healthy curves you just know will cradle your hips perfectly when you���re pounding her.

I had to have her.

Like, needed her. Now.

���Good call,��� Teeny said. I ignored him, focusing on the angel I had every intention of owning just as soon as I talked her out of her pants. God, she was pretty. Kind of out of place, too. Not flirting with anyone, and not a ton of makeup. Just wandering around, picking up empties, and avoiding conversation. Fascinating.

���I���ll introduce you.���

Teeny walked across the room toward my Dream Fuck. I started after him, because I didn���t want the asshole speaking on my behalf. Then Boonie caught my arm.

���Heads���up,��� he said, his voice pitched low, difficult to hear through the noise of the party. ���We think somethin���s going on with that guy. Don���t be afraid to talk him up, okay? Can always use good information.���

I nodded, wondering why the fuck Teeny had to pick me to buddy up with. Tonight was for relaxing, enjoying myself. Just looking at him made me feel dirty, and considering some of the shit I���ve pulled in my life, that���s an accomplishment. Another hand slapped my back, then Painter caught me by the neck, squeezing me as he laughed.

���Never ends,��� he said. ���Boonie cock-blocking you?���

I punched him in the gut���not hard. Just enough to make him back off.

���No, right now you have that honor,��� I muttered, glaring at him. ���Christ, we just spent a year together in a fuckin��� cell. Think we���ve covered everything, so let me get laid? Please?���

He answered by punching me back, and I reeled . . . damn, hadn���t realized how drunk I���d gotten. Still, I wasn���t about to go down easy. I swayed, watching him as our brothers started crowding around us. The wild gleam in his eyes���a mixture of almost manic happiness and pent���up energy���matched my own.

���Take it outside,��� Boonie said. ���I got fifty on Puck.���

���Hundred on Painter,��� Picnic Hayes, the Reapers��� president, answered and then we were bundled outside for the fight.

I couldn���t wait.

We���d sparred before, of course. Nothing but time to kill in the pen, so I knew Painter���s moves like they were my own��� and he knew mine, too. We were a good match, could go either way. Neither of us had much in the way of formal training but we���d both picked up a fair amount along the way. Hell, I���d gotten caught in my first bar fight when I was fourteen years old, seeing as my pop wasn���t exactly Father of the Year material. Still loved the old bastard, though.

The sun was fading as we stepped outside, painting the sky in pinks and oranges shot through with smudged clouds. I paused a moment, struck by the incredible beauty all around me, and smiled, breathing deep. So fucking good to be outside again. Nobody knows what it���s like, trapped in a cell like an animal. Nobody but the guys who���ve heard the sound of those gates closing behind them.

Fortunately for me, I wasn���t exactly the first Silver Bastard to do time for the club, which meant my brothers got me. They knew what this was like.

���Okay, we got a circle here,��� Pic was saying. I blinked, starting to process the fact that maybe boxing with Painter while I was drunk might not be such a hot idea. Of course, he was drunk, too, and the booze would numb the pain . . . ���Fight goes until one of you is down or taps out. Time to make your bets, brothers.���

Boonie caught my arm, pulling me to the side and looking into my face.

���You ready?��� he asked. I nodded sharply, because drunk or not, I wasn���t going to pussy out in front of my president on the same day I got my colors. I glanced across the dusty circle to see Painter, who gave me a friendly sneer. Laughing, I flipped him off, then shook my arms out, loosening up.

That���s when I saw her again. Off to the side, standing next to Teeny, who was talking rapidly and pointing to me. I frowned, because I really didn���t need or want that asshole on my side. Knowing my luck, the fucker would send her running. I nudged my brother, Deep, who was standing next to me.

���See that girl?��� I asked, jerking my chin toward her. ���Make sure Teeny doesn���t scare her off, okay?���

���Sure,��� he said. ���I���ll keep an eye out.���

���Thanks.���

Painter and I stepped into the circle together, and I felt the thrill of adrenaline cut through the haze of alcohol. My blood started pumping, pounding through me until I could all but taste it. Christ, but I loved to fight. Always seemed to clear my head, and I���d gotten good enough over the years that I won more than I lost. Inside, those skills had saved our asses, and I���d picked up my fair share of pointers from the very man I found myself facing.

Painter moved first, coming in with an experimental jab toward my stomach. This wasn���t a real attack, just him testing my limits. I���d had a lot to drink, which would slow my reflexes. So had he. That changed the baseline, something we both needed to feel out.

���Can���t believe they gave you a top rocker,��� he said, taunting me.

I grinned.

���Try harder, old man. I know you too well.���

Painter laughed, then came at me again, suddenly. He punched me square in the stomach and I doubled over. Shit. I fell back and almost stumbled out of the ring, catching myself at the last minute. I heard the shouts of my brothers urging me on.

Oh, hell no.

No fucking way I���d lose a fight tonight. Painter could fuck right off, because he���d had his colors for years. This was my night. I owned this bitch and he���d just have to suck it up and deal.

Still staggering, I lurched forward toward him like I was out of control. Then I attacked, and this time I caught him. One hit, two. Three. Right in the gut. Painter gasped and I moved in for the kill.

Somehow he pulled himself together, catching me across the chin. My entire head rattled as I staggered to the side. I felt blood in my mouth, then found a loose tooth with my tongue.

Asshole.

I thought of the pretty girl I���d just seen, which pissed me off. The anger was good. Cleared my head. Didn���t matter if I won or not, she wouldn���t want to suck face with someone bleeding like a stuck pig. This wasn���t a fight���it was a cock-block.

Time to end it.

Painter waited for me, swaying. I���d gotten him pretty good.

He was definitely favoring his left hand, which was great news because he was left-handed. Lucky me. I was ambidextrous.

I launched myself at him, turning that to my advantage.

He tried to block me but his arm was weak. I landed a blow to his gut followed by one that caught the side of his cheek. Pain seared through my hand, parting the fog of alcohol.

���Dick,��� he managed to gasp as I danced back, flexing my fingers. That last one had been bad���if I���d been any more off-center, I���d have a fist full of broken bones.

���You got him,��� Boonie shouted. I stretched my hand again. Did I want to risk another head blow? I hadn���t even wrapped my knuckles. . .

Fuck it.

I caught his chin again and Painter went down, falling hard. Blood dribbled from his nose and for long seconds I wondered if I���d actually hurt him for real.

Then he managed to roll onto his stomach, tapping out and flipping me off, all in one gesture.

���Congrats on getting your colors, Puck,��� he groaned. ���I���ll give you this one. Enjoy it while you can because next time I���m killing you.���

I staggered back, grinning and raising my hands once I realized he wasn���t seriously hurt. It���d been a lucky shot and we both knew it���we were well matched, could���ve gone either way. As I heard my brothers shouting in victory I didn���t care. This was my night. I had my freedom and my patch.

Still needed that girl, though.

I looked around and spotted her standing next to Deep. Teeny stood on the other side of him, looking all sorry for himself. She was hugging herself with both arms, obviously nervous, and I felt my smile fade. Shit. I hadn���t wanted her scared. I shook my head, wishing things weren���t moving so fast. Waving off the men crowding around me, I headed toward her, half expecting her to run off.

She didn���t, though.

As I came to a stop in front of her, she gave me a wavering smile, then spoke. ���Can I help you find another drink?���

���Fuck yeah.���

I took her arm and pulled her into my side, exchanging a satisfied look with Deep.

���Let me know if you need anything!��� Teeny yelled after us, and

I felt the girl shudder.

���Christ, but he���s a nasty little shit, isn���t he?��� I asked her conversationally, and she gave a startled snort of laughter. I liked the sound. Sweet and sort of innocent. Made my dick happy, that was for sure. Still, I didn���t want to fuck things up and push her too hard, because the skittish vibes were intense.

���Yeah, he is,��� she agreed quietly, and I leaned down to kiss the top of her head. She smelled good���fresh and clean, just like I���d been fantasizing all those months inside. Fresh and clean and perfect.

I wondered what she���d taste like.

���They���re lighting a fire out back,��� she told me, her voice soft. ���By the kegs. Maybe we should go over there?���

Hmmm . . . I could work with that.

���Okay.���

She tried to pull away from me then, but I caught her hand playfully, tugging her back toward me.

���I can���t get you a beer if you don���t let me go,��� she pointed out.

Fuck. She was right. Still, I wasn���t about to let her get away that easy���knowing my luck, Painter���d swoop in and take her, just to fuck with my head. If anyone could pull it off, he could. Fucker was pretty in his own weird way���even I could see it. I couldn���t compete, not with the nasty scar on my face.

I���d just have to keep a close eye on her, I decided. Protect what was mine.

Meet Puck & Becca on April 7th!

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Joanna Wylde

Joanna Wylde is a New York Times bestselling author and creator of the Reapers Motorcycle Club series. She currently lives in Idaho.

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Release Day Blitz + Review ~ ‘Strictly Temporary: Volume 2′ by Ella Fox.

Congrats & Happy Release to Ella Fox! Strictly Temporary Volume #2 is LIVE! Are you ready for the conclusion to Exton & Arden���s story?

SYNOPSIS

The conclusion to Arden & Exton’s story.

Just a Small Towne girl���

Raised on fairytales and dreams of true love, Arden Winger left for college with a smile on her face and a happy, hopeful heart. Fast-forward seven years and that small town is behind her, but not the baggage she���s been carrying since she left.

��Just a city boy���

It���s not that Exton Alexander had anything against relationships���he just never had the desire to try. Not necessarily jaded, Exton considered himself a realist. Little did he know, the one woman that would change everything was about to rock his world. This Alpha male knows the second he lays eyes on her that Arden is special– now he just has to work past her defenses.

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Opening the door, I find Dante and Sabrina on the other side. ��Swinging it wide, I smile broadly as I gesture for them to come it.

���Exton���s been out all day at a production meeting, but������

���We need to sit down and talk.���

I���m shocked by the serious expression on Dante���s face, but instead of questioning him, I follow as he leads me into Exton���s living room. ��Dropping down on to a chair, I wait for him to fill me in. ��As Sabrina takes a seat on the arm of the chair and sets a reassuring hand on my shoulder, my stomach sinks. ��Something is wrong.

Raking a hand through his hair, Dante lets out a frustrated sigh. �����There���s no easy way to say this, so I���m just going to give it to you straight. ��Exton���s been arrested for assault. He���s in jail.���

Jumping from my seat I cry out in shock. ���What the hell are we doing sitting? ��We need to go get him out!���

���There���s nothing that we can do until tomorrow,��� He answers. ���His bail hearing will happen in the morning. ��I need you to pack so that we can be there.���

Looking over at Sabrina, I try to comprehend what���s going on. ���I don���t understand���what? ��Why would we need to fly?���

���That would be because he���s being held at the Small Towne police department.���

Book Review ~ ‘Strictly Temporary: Volume 2′ by Ella Fox ~ 5 Stars!

What a stunning conclusion to Arden and Exton’s story. What I loved in the first volume of ‘Strictly Temporary’ was how willing Exton was to show that his feelings for Arden were real and true, and he continues to show what a stunner he is in the second volume.

I loved seeing the story of Arden and Exton’s meeting and courtship from his point of view, and I had to laugh at his confusion over being rebuffed by Arden. Just seeing her spark from his eyes was wonderful as it really had me rooting for her even more.

The pain other past was something that I really wanted Arden to feel more comfortable about sharing, and in this book we see her heartbreaking admission to the treatment she received in the past, and I loved seeing the close network of friends that supported her throughout. Sabrina and Dante are the perfect set of secondary characters, and I loved how well developed their story was.

5 Stars for this beautiful conclusion to a wonderful journey with Arden and Exton.

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Release Day Blitz ~ ‘Monsters in the Dark Boxed Set’ by Pepper Winters.

Have you met Q Mercer?! ��

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��SYNOPSIS

**STRICTLY LIMITED TIME SALE PRICE ON COMPLETE TRILOGY**

From New York Times Bestseller Pepper Winters comes the highly acclaimed USA Today Bestselling Series: Monsters in the Dark.

#1 Erotica, #1 Romantic Suspense, #1 Thriller. Award winner for Best Dark Romance, Best BDSM, Best Dark Hero, and Best Strong Heroine.

This is a story of eroticism, horror, tragedy and ultimately undying and unwavering love.

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Included in the following edition are:

TEARS OF TESS #1

“My life was complete. Happy, content, everything neat and perfect.

Then it all changed.

I was sold.”

Kidnapped. Drugged. Stolen. Tess is forced into a world full of darkness and terror.

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QUINTESSENTIALLY Q #2

“All my life, I battled with the knowledge I was twisted… fucked up to want something so deliciously dark. But then slave fifty-eight entered my world. “

Q may be a monster, but he’s Tess’s monster.

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TWISTED TOGETHER #3

“After battling through hell, I brought my esclave back from the brink of ruin. I sacrificed everything–my heart, my mind, my very desires to bring her back to life.”

Q gave everything to bring Tess back. In return, he expects nothing less.

**Not recommended if you don’t enjoy dark romance, angst-filled plots, and BDSM.**

���Worse than me?��� he murmured. His voice held an edge, almost as if his question meant a lot more than what he asked.

Wanting to give him something, after all he did for me last night, I nodded. ���A lot worse.���

He shook his head, eyes unfocused. Memories swirled in their depths and I wanted to chase him wherever he went. I wanted to know him. Would he ever let me get close? Was a slave allowed to help her owner, while letting him use her body? I didn���t know the rules.

Q finally released me, presenting the other package. ���This is for you.��� His jaw clenched as I held my hands out, accepting the large sketchpad and charcoal pencils. I opened it and couldn���t breathe. Inside, architectural graph paper���the exact kind I used in my university course���glowed fresh and new.

My eyes widened. ���You remembered what I told you���that first breakfast when you kissed me.���

He sat straighter, tension rippling in his body. ���I remember everything, esclave. I remember how you smell, how you taste. I remember how you feel inside and how terrified you were when I found you at Lefebvre���s residence. I also know things you haven���t told me. You secretly like what I do to you. You think you hide it, but I know that darkness in your eyes. It feeds me, calls to me.���

He fisted the covers, throwing them off me, exposing my body. ���Why else do you think I can���t leave you alone?���

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Book Review ~ ‘The Line Between’ by Tamsyn Bester.

The Line Between by Tamsyn Bester

(The Line Between #1)

Genres: New Adult, Romance, Contemporary.

SYNOPSIS

There���s a fine line between love and hate, so fine that you don���t know you���ve lost balance until it���s too late.

I���m not sure exactly when I lost my balance, all I know is that he was to blame.

Dane Winters.

The boy who���d spent most of his life hating me for reasons I never understood.

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It was no secret that I hated her, but only I knew why.

She was off-limits.

And then our separate worlds collided with one tragedy.

It wasn���t her fault, I knew that, but I wanted her to hurt the way I did, and I needed someone to blame. She was an easy target.

Kennedy Monroe.

The girl I���d picked on all our lives.

And the woman I barely tolerated.

Until the line between love and hate was no longer visible�����

*New Adult Contemporary Romance*

*Due to mature content this book is not suitable for readers younger than 18*

Book Review ~ ‘The Line Between’ by Tamsyn Bester ~ 5 Stars!

Yet again Tamsyn Bester has delivered a beautiful, heart-wrenching and superbly written romance that is an instant add to my favourites list.

���The Line Between��� embodies everything I hope for in a New Adult Romance. It was sweet, sexy and tugged at the heartstrings. But more than that, the author did a fantastic job at creating characters that I could not only identify with, but whose storylines I just had to follow to the end, to see whether our hero and heroine could get their happy ending, not just together, but for themselves, so they can overcome the pain of their pasts, and start to live for the future.

Now let���s start with Kennedy. I feel that Kennedy is a character that many women will identify with. The mortification that she carries around with her after being tormented and bullied throughout high school is something that many readers will share, but what Tamsyn Bester did so well was not making us just want to empathise with her, but to follow her example and strive to embody Kennedy���s strength and not let the bullies win. Even if that bully is rather sexy Dane Winters.

I loved seeing Dane���s Point of View throughout this novel, as I really felt able to connect with him in a way I wouldn���t have done if I only saw the way he treated Kennedy through her eyes. I had an interesting relationship with Dane throughout his story. I both felt for him and the pain he carried around, but also loved seeing how Kennedy challenged him and how he began to change into a better person instead of holding on desperately to the hate he felt he owed to his sister. His and Kennedy���s is a heartbreaking story and I choked up seeing how everything reached boiling point, and how Kennedy and Dane had to find a way to move on from the past.

A beautiful tale of love, friendship and family from Tamsyn Bester.

5 Stars!

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Cover Reveal ~ ‘Until July’ by Aurora Rose Reynolds.

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Until July by Aurora Rose Reynolds

Until Her #1

Release Date: April 13th 2015.

SYNOPSIS

Meet Wes & July in Until July! ��

Until July is book one in the spin-off series Until Her!

Wes Silver wasn���t looking for love, but when July Mayson literally knocks him on his ass during their first encounter, his world is turned upside down by the quirky blonde, and every moment with her makes him more determined to protect her.

July Mayson doesn���t understand the pull she feels toward the bad boy biker Wes Silver, but she knows being with him is like nothing she���s ever felt before. Now all she has to do is tell her overprotective father, Asher Mayson, that she���s found her boom.

���What the fuck is wrong with you.��� The guy that was at the head of the group asks stepping in front of my bike.

I shake my head as words are lodged in my throat.

He pulls me off my bike and the men who are with him begin yelling obscenities as well.

���Sorry.��� I croak out and I don���t even know if he hears me his hand goes to the collar of my leather jacket and he shakes me hard and my hand accidently presses down on the button for the Taser to ignite it. The loud crack fills the air and his eyes go wide then he falls to the ground and I fall on my ass and crab walk backwards then look up when I hit something only to meet the eyes of another man who looks pissed.

���Get up.��� He growls picking me up my feet flail under me as I���m lifted off the ground with my hands restrained behind my back.

���Hold him still.��� The guy who I had Tazered growls in front of me as I try to get away from the anger I feel coming off him.�� His hands go to my head and he rips my helmet off causing my hair to float down around me.

Complete silence descends I swear no one even takes a breath.

���Um.��� I bite my lip

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Aurora Rose Reynolds

Aurora Rose Reynolds is a navy brat who’s husband served in the United States Navy. She has lived all over the country but now resides in New York City with her Husband and pet fish. She’s married to an alpha male that loves her as much as the men in her books love their women. He gives her over the top inspiration everyday. In her free time she reads, writes and enjoys going to the movies with her husband and cookie. She also enjoys taking mini weekend vacations to nowhere, or spends time at home with friends and family. Last but not least she appreciates everyday and admires it’s beauty.

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Excerpt Reveal #2 ~ ‘Strictly Temporary: Volume 2′ by Ella Fox.

Strictly Temporary: Volume 2 by Ella Fox

(Strictly Temporary #2)

Genres: Romance, Contemporary

Release Date: March 16th

SYNOPSIS

The conclusion to Arden & Exton’s story.

Just a Small Towne girl���

Raised on fairytales and dreams of true love, Arden Winger left for college with a smile on her face and a happy, hopeful heart. Fast-forward seven years and that small town is behind her, but not the baggage she���s been carrying since she left.

Just a city boy���

It���s not that Exton Alexander had anything against relationships���he just never had the desire to try. Not necessarily jaded, Exton considered himself a realist. Little did he know, the one woman that would change everything was about to rock his world. This Alpha male knows the second he lays eyes on her that Arden is special– now he just has to work past her defenses.

Opening the door, I find Dante and Sabrina on the other side.�� Swinging it wide, I smile broadly as I gesture for them to come it.

���Exton���s been out all day at a production meeting, but������

���We need to sit down and talk.���

I���m shocked by the serious expression on Dante���s face, but instead of questioning him, I follow as he leads me into Exton���s living room.�� Dropping down on to a chair, I wait for him to fill me in.�� As Sabrina takes a seat on the arm of the chair and sets a reassuring hand on my shoulder, my stomach sinks.�� Something is wrong.

Raking a hand through his hair, Dante lets out a frustrated sigh.�� ���There���s no easy way to say this, so I���m just going to give it to you straight.�� Exton���s been arrested for assault. He���s in jail.���

Jumping from my seat I cry out in shock. ���What the hell are we doing sitting?�� We need to go get him out!���

���There���s nothing that we can do until tomorrow,��� He answers. ���His bail hearing will happen in the morning.�� I need you to pack so that we can be there.���

Looking over at Sabrina, I try to comprehend what���s going on. ���I don���t understand���what?�� Why would we need to fly?���

���That would be because he���s being held at the Small Towne police department.���

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Ella Fox

Ella Fox�� writes like a woman possessed whenever she gets the chance!�� She is the author of The Hart Family Series, The Renegade Saints Series and The Catch Series.

When she���s not writing, Ella indulges the gypsy in her blood and travels the country.�� Ella loves reading, movies, music, buying make-up, reading Tmz, Twitter and pedicures��� not necessarily in that order. She has a wild sense of humor and loves to laugh.�� Her favorite thing in the world is hanging out with her family and watching comedy movies.

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New Release ~ ‘Boy Toy Chronicles: Volume 1′ by Jay McLean.

Boy Toy Chronicles by Jay McLean

Volume #1

Release Date: 5th March 2015.

SYNOPSIS

Warning: This book contains mildly inappropriate everything.

So���I came up with a plan.

I sat the brothers down and gave them my speech; we���d become male escorts.��The house was split.

The single dudes thought it was great. The guys with the steady girlfriends told the single dudes they were insane.

I promised them all we could make it work without hurting anybody. But we had to be smart about it. We had to keep it off campus. We had to keep it a secret. And in order to do so, we had to target those who wanted it kept a secret as much as we did.

Our target: Filthy rich, unsatisfied, horny housewives.

Keep it high class, so to speak.

And thus began BTC, or Boy Toy Corporation.

Crazy, right?

Crazy genius.

-Tyler West.

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Excerpt Reveal #1 ~ ‘Strictly Temporary: Volume 2′ by Ella Fox

Strictly Temporary: Volume 2 by Ella Fox

(Strictly Temporary #2)

Genres: Romance, Contemporary

Release Date: March 16th

SYNOPSIS

The conclusion to Arden & Exton’s story.

Just a Small Towne girl���

Raised on fairytales and dreams of true love, Arden Winger left for college with a smile on her face and a happy, hopeful heart. Fast-forward seven years and that small town is behind her, but not the baggage she���s been carrying since she left.

Just a city boy���

It���s not that Exton Alexander had anything against relationships���he just never had the desire to try. Not necessarily jaded, Exton considered himself a realist. Little did he know, the one woman that would change everything was about to rock his world. This Alpha male knows the second he lays eyes on her that Arden is special– now he just has to work past her defenses.

Leaning across the bed, I grab a condom from the side table and hand it to her.

���Put this on me,��� I say firmly.

Her eyes snap up to mine lightning fast.�� ���I don���t know really know how.�� They taught us on cucumbers and bananas in sex ed during high school, but������

I can���t contain the chuckle that erupts from my throat.�� ���Consider me your human test dummy then.�� We���re going to talk about long-term birth control, but until then we���re using condoms.�� You���re going to want to get used to putting them on me because we���re going to be spending a lot of time in bed.���

I give her room to maneuver so that she can sit up.�� Sitting back on my haunches, I watch as she opens the foil packet.�� It���s a struggle not to beg her to hurry when she wraps her hand around my cock just below the tip.�� Holding me steady, she gets the condom into place and starts rolling it down.�� Covering her hand with mine, I help her roll it the rest of the way.

���Was I doing it wrong?���

���No, but I���m faster and I need to be inside that tight pussy right now.���

Her half gasp, half giggle is enough to make me insane.�� Settling her back on the bed, I spread her legs and lower myself over her.�� After making sure that she���s ready for me, I slowly begin to slide in.

Her slick heat envelops me like the tightest silken fist I���ve ever encountered. I want to be inside of her without anything between us so fucking bad that I swear I���d pay any amount of money to make that happen.

We both let out sounds of pleasure as I settle in as far as I can go, and I jerk against her when she grabs my ass in her hands.

���Fuck me, please,��� she says with a gasp.

Shaking my head at her with a laugh, I cover her mouth with mine and kiss her senseless.�� All the while continuing to pump slowly in and out of the most incredible woman on this fucking planet.

She breaks the kiss to let out a moan.�� ���Faster,��� she cries.

���No,��� I say firmly.�� ���Last night was fast.�� This morning is for slow and steady.�� I don���t want it to be over quickly���I want to fuck your perfect pussy for as long as possible.�� I want you to come on my dick again and again.�� It doesn���t always have to be fast to be good, beautiful.�� Let me show you all the ways that you can come.���

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Ella Fox�� writes like a woman possessed whenever she gets the chance!�� She is the author of The Hart Family Series, The Renegade Saints Series and The Catch Series.

When she���s not writing, Ella indulges the gypsy in her blood and travels the country.�� Ella loves reading, movies, music, buying make-up, reading Tmz, Twitter and pedicures��� not necessarily in that order. She has a wild sense of humor and loves to laugh.�� Her favorite thing in the world is hanging out with her family and watching comedy movies.

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Release Day Blitz ~ ‘Complete Submission Boxed Set’ by CD Reiss.

Due to popular demand, CD Reiss���s Complete Submission���

the complete eight book bundle of the Submission Series���

is NOW AVAILABLE on ALL RETAILERS.

As a bonus, the first three chapters of Coda are in the back, ��and CD Reiss promises they���re hot as hell.

SYNOPSIS

This bundle contains books 1-8 of the USA Today Bestselling Submission Series, and totals 1300 pages of intense, steamy romance that will leave you breathless.

***

Jonathan Drazen.

Gorgeous. Check.

Charming. Check.

Smart. Check.

Rich. Hey, I���m not gonna complain.

All the ingredients for a few nights of mind-blowing pleasure are right there. He���s made it perfectly clear he can���t love me, and I���m not out to fall in love either.

But I can���t stay away from him. He���s got this bossy way about him in bed. The word ���Sir,��� falls from my lips, and when he tells me to get on my knees���well, my knees have a mind of their own.

I got this. I can be his slave for a few nights and walk away unscathed.

We get in. Get it on. Get the hell out. Done.

He knows the line between love and lust. It���s right between my legs. Now, let���s see if that line blurs for me.

���Well, well, look at that,��� Ute said, staring across the street.

I followed her gaze and saw what she saw. Jonathan had on simple trousers and a sweater with a leather jacket. In contrast to the rest of the men at the party, who spent hours looking as though they didn���t care what they wore, he looked neat and put together, as if he cared. He was tall and lean and straight, with his hair brushed back off his forehead. He owned the world and everything in it. The difficulty of staying away from him was past his looks, past any single physical attribute. He fell into a new, undefined category of ���right.���

I set my back straighter and tilted my chin up. I thought Debbie would send Robert, but instead I���d have to pretend I was fine and my face wasn���t pounding.

���He���s coming over here,��� said Ute, brushing her hair flat.

���He���s my ride,��� I said.

Her eyebrows arched.

I paused. Jonathan liked blondes, if his ex-wife was any indication. Ute was beautiful. She���d do well with him.

I thought about adding a short explanation. Maybe ���I���m in love with him, but I left him��� or ���he was my lover, boyfriend, master, king…��� None of it worked, and by the time I came up with ���we were together for a while,��� he was upon us.

���Hey,��� he said, and that voice went right into my gut and ripped stuff out.

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CD Reiss is a USA Today and Amazon bestseller. She still has to chop wood and carry water, which was buried in the fine print. Her lawyer is working it out with God but in the meantime, if you call and she doesn���t pick up, she���s at the well, hauling buckets.

Born in New York City, she moved to Hollywood, California to get her master���s degree in screenwriting from USC. In case you want to know, that went nowhere, but it did embed TV story structure in her head well enough for her to take a big risk on a TV series structured erotic series called Songs of Submission. It���s about a kinky billionaire hung up on his ex-wife, an ingenue singer with a wisecracking mouth; art, music and sin in the city of Los Angeles.

Critics have dubbed the books ���poetic,��� ���literary,��� and ���hauntingly atmospheric,��� which is flattering enough for her to put it in a bio, but embarrassing enough for her not to tell her husband, or he might think she���s some sort of braggart who���s too good to give the toilets a once-over every couple of weeks or chop a cord of wood.

If you meet her in person, you should call her Christine.

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Tour Stop + Review ~ ‘Quiet Angel’ by Prescott Lane.

Quiet Angel by Prescott Lane.

Genres: New Adult, Romance, Spiritual

SYNOPSIS

We all have that someone we can���t forget, the summer it all began, and the sleepless nights wondering what went wrong.

For Gage Montgomery, that someone is Layla Baxter. When he was 18, he took one look at the chocolate-haired bookworm with porcelain skin and knew his life would never be the same. But it all came crashing down when Layla suddenly and mysteriously disappeared from St. Simons Island — leaving him with nothing but her angel wing pendent around his neck. For 12 long years, Gage couldn���t shake what happened, if he���s the one to blame, wondering where Layla might be. When their paths finally cross, he���s determined to get the answers he���s spent his life searching for — and to get the girl, too. Quiet Angel is a story of hope, survival, and lost love made new again.

���I missed you, too, but you were never far.��� Gage touched his shirt with the wings inside. ���You were always there.���

Book Review ~ ‘Quiet Angel’ by Prescott Lane ~ 5 Stars!

What to say about ���Quiet Angel���? Well, I���ll start by saying that I adored ���Perfectly Broken��� by Prescott Lane, and so had high hopes for this one of hers as well. I felt so connected with her writing style that I just had to read more. But ���Quiet Angel��� was so much more than I imagined, and just so beautifully created that I find myself at loss to describe just how much it touched me as a reader.

The characters were so relatable, and because of this, their shared heartbreak over their separation and their continued love and desire for each other, even after their time apart, felt so natural to read. I loved seeing how they had to fight for their relationship to start again, and I felt my heart ache as I saw just how broken Gage was, and how he felt the need to push Layla away to save himself from the pain of possibly losing her again. Having witnessed their Summer meeting and beautiful childhood sweetheart stage, I felt more clued in to them as a couple and couldn���t wait to see how the dynamic may have changed as they became adults.

This story raises some real issues that I felt were dealt with with real tenderness and understanding. Prescott Lane did a fantastic job at describing Layla���s emotional state as she tries to overcome her past abuse, and her mixed feelings when confronted with the information that her abuser is close to death. I really felt Layla���s strength as an individual as well as her important role in her and Gage���s relationship.

The inclusion of the ���angel��� storyline was really beautifully portrayed. In something that could have easily been mistakenly portrayed in a cliche way, Prescott Lane instead made the storyline with Layla���s angels something that felt natural to read. I never once felt that Layla was just being fanciful, and instead began to believe in her angels the way she did. It shows the strengths of the author that she was able to make the story realistic, believable, and not overly spiritual or at all fantastical.

A beautiful novel by Prescott Lane and I can���t wait to see where she takes us next!

5 Stars!

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Prescott Lane is the author of First Position, Perfectly Broken and her new release, Quiet Angel. She is originally from Little Rock, Arkansas, and graduated from Centenary College with a degree in sociology. She went on to receive her MSW from Tulane University, after which she worked with developmentally delayed and disabled children. She married her college sweetheart, and they currently live in New Orleans with their two children and two crazy dogs. Prescott started writing at the age of five, and sold her first story about a talking turtle to her father for a quarter. She later turned to writing romance novels because there aren���t enough happily ever afters in real life. Connect with Prescott Lane on��facebook.com/PrescottLane1��and��www.twitter.com/prescottlane1.