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March 10, 2015
New Release! Chlorine & Chaos by @JessalynJameson
Ready for something a little…wrong?
How about something so wrong it’s right?
CHLORINE & CHAOS by Jessalyn Jameson is LIVE!
Cover Artist: Michelle Johnson, Blue Sky Design
Former rebel-punk foster child.
Has-been golden boy swim champ.
Second chance at the love of a lifetime, or all-consuming mistake?
Drowning in guilt, Sage Shepard and Brandon Tiggs have spent the last seven years blaming themselves for their post-graduation break-up. Brand numbs the pain by sleepwalking through his monotonous existence. Sage seeks solace in random strangers—names optional.
When Sage returns to the town she left years ago, she unknowingly walks right back into Brand’s life. Mid-divorce, Brand sees Sage’s return as the opportunity of a lifetime. But Sage doesn’t believe in second chances, and still hasn’t forgiven herself for the mistakes she made in the most important relationship of her existence.
Their all-consuming love reignites, and as passion threatens to undo them, it’s all either can do to stay afloat.
Some mistakes refuse to stay in the past.
Sometimes ‘wrong’ is the best kind of right.
Buy Links: Amazon | Barnes & Noble | Kobo | Smashwords | Goodreads
Be sure to join Jessalyn on Facebook tonight as she takes over the Summer's Book Blog page from 8:00pm-10:00pm eastern!And don't miss the "No Shame Walk of Shame" Release Day Party tomorrow! Celebrate the release of CHLORINE & CHAOS and Tamara Mataya's MAKE ME with some super sexy authors and a ton of great prizes!
Jessalyn Jameson writes sexy, troubled love stories that break the rules and sit just outside the romance box. Jameson’s couples mess up, break up, make up . . . and fight their way to their HEA.Nothing worth having comes easily—why should a happy ending be any different?
When she’s not writing, you can usually find her with a drink in hand and a far-off look in her eyes, always dreaming up her next chaotic couple. Married to the hottest guy in the room, a mother to one sassy tween and two spoiled dogs, obsessed with Supernatural (Team Dean), The Vampire Diaries (Team Damon), and Craft beer, Jessalyn is a homebody with a gypsy soul.
CHLORINE & CHAOS is the first in Jameson’s Flawed Heroes series.
Please stay tuned for Jake’s story in WHISKEY BURNED, coming late 2015.
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March 7, 2015
Sexy Saturday: Ravished #Teaser
Happy Saturday, my loves. It's been a while since we had a Sexy Saturday or a Sinful Sunday teaser, so I thought I'd remedy that today with a little teaser from RAVISHED.
If you haven't already heard, RAVISHED is now available for pre-order! You can also sign up to participate in the blog tour through Promo Stars.
Less than a month until release day! I cannot wait to share this book with all of you.
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"You okay?"
"Yeah, fine." Lillian's answer was breathless.
"No pain?"
She shook her head in response.
"Good." He dropped his eyes again, and groaned quietly at the sight of her spread before him, pink and glistening and perfect. His mouth watered at the sight, at the scent of her arousal so very close to his mouth. His cock throbbed again. "I want you all over me, baby."
"Oh God," she whispered, her nails digging into his shoulders.
He took that as agreement and adjusted his position to better reach her. Dipping his head, he inhaled deeply, his tongue darting out to slip between her folds. He groaned and she cried out, both of their hands tightening upon the other as pleasure rocked through both of them.
She tasted so-
He didn't finish the thought, instead burying his face in her pussy and going to work. His tongue swirled over her clit. Lower. His lips and tongue brushed across her, tasting, kissing, licking. She was soaked for him, thick, warm honey bursting in a flood upon his tongue, sliding like liquid gold down his throat. He lapped at her like a man dying, once more greedily taking every drop she gave him.
Her nails were sharp points in his shoulder blades, his own hands vises on her hips as he held her upright. Her soft cries and his muffled groans sounded throughout the room, drowning out the music from Teplo, the beating of his heart, the tick of the clock upon her nightstand. Drowning out everything and leaving him cocooned in them. Her sounds and his. Her pleasure and his. His mouth on her, and her hands on him.
"Tristan!" Her legs began to tremble. Her nails scored deeper.
His lips curved against her center at those tell-tale signs that she was already on the verge of exploding for him. He pulled her clit into his mouth, sucking deeply and then backed off, easing away from her slowly.
She cried out in disappointment, left on the edge of orgasm.
"Please… please…" she mumbled as he eased back, carefully lowering her leg back down to the floor.
He smiled again, something sharp and visceral shooting through him at her little chant.
Begging.
Every time he touched her like this, she begged him for more. He didn't know if she realized it or not, but she did. Little pleas issued from her lips, making that primal, dominating part of him roar in pleasure that he'd reduced her to that. His hands. His voice. His tongue. They were the reason she trembled. They were the reason her eyes were wide and dilated, and they were the reason those little broken pleas sounded throughout the room. She begged him without conscious thought and he fucking loved it.
xoxo,
Ayden Morgen
March 4, 2015
Confessions of an Imperfect Perfectionist
I participated in an interview recently, and one of the questions was about what I do on those days when I just want to give up.
I don't have those days very often.
I'm stubborn, determined, and more persistent than my cat when he wants me to pay attention to him instead of whatever it is I'm working on. I've always been this way, and that's always been a good thing. That drive and the perfectionist tendencies behind it has helped me push through a lot to get me where I am today.
I finished high school on time because of that drive.
I graduated from college. I completed my graduate degree.
I wrote my first novel, and my second, and third, and fourth.
I'm a stubborn perfectionist, and I've always been okay with that.
Today, however, I've found myself questioning why I bother. At first, I wasn't even sure where that little niggling voice of doubt came from. I wrote two chapters today, and I think they're pretty good. I heard from a reader who loved the last book.
But I just haven't felt good enough today.
And then I realized why.
So many authors are fabulous at juggling a full plate. They work, raise kids, write, and do a thousand other things at once. I'm not one of those authors. When I'm working on something, I focus solely on that to the exclusion of pretty much all else. I expect perfection from myself, and I'm willing to put in the work to make it happen.
But at what cost?
My days are full of a mentally exhausting day job.
My nights are full of writing and other responsibilities.
I'm out of the loop on everything. My house is a mess. My DVR is full of shows I haven't had time to watch in months. My friends feel neglected. My husband forgot what a home cooked meal tasted like. I've seen my family twice in the last few months.
None of those are necessarily a big deal on their own... but at some point, those small things add up to big things. And those little things have piled quite high in recent months.
I may be capable of a lot, but I'm just not good at keeping so many balls in the air at once. And today, I found myself realizing how much I miss out on as a result. I don't have close relationships with a lot of other authors. I'm lucky if I update my author Facebook once a day, or drop in and post a random tweet. I don't know my readers like I want to know them, simply because I spend far too much time in pursuit of something that's not realistic: perfection in all things.
Writing was easy when it was just me and a notebook. It's not so easy when it's me, a notebook, and a whole lot of people I don't want to disappoint. I'm more careful with my words, and that means I spend more time writing and less time socializing. I barely know people I once talked with all the time.
That makes me sad.
That doesn't mean I want to give up on writing, because I don't. I couldn't even if I wanted to do so, simply because writing is so much a part of me. I need to write like my Border Collie needs human interaction. It's necessary to my survival. But today... I found myself questioning if I was good enough because I don't think it should be this hard to find a balance.
I hate asking myself that question.
I hate even more that it was necessary.
It's time to stop being a perfectionist, step out of the cave, and start being human. xoxo,
Ayden Morgen
I don't have those days very often.
I'm stubborn, determined, and more persistent than my cat when he wants me to pay attention to him instead of whatever it is I'm working on. I've always been this way, and that's always been a good thing. That drive and the perfectionist tendencies behind it has helped me push through a lot to get me where I am today.
I finished high school on time because of that drive.
I graduated from college. I completed my graduate degree.
I wrote my first novel, and my second, and third, and fourth.
I'm a stubborn perfectionist, and I've always been okay with that.
Today, however, I've found myself questioning why I bother. At first, I wasn't even sure where that little niggling voice of doubt came from. I wrote two chapters today, and I think they're pretty good. I heard from a reader who loved the last book.
But I just haven't felt good enough today.
And then I realized why.
So many authors are fabulous at juggling a full plate. They work, raise kids, write, and do a thousand other things at once. I'm not one of those authors. When I'm working on something, I focus solely on that to the exclusion of pretty much all else. I expect perfection from myself, and I'm willing to put in the work to make it happen.
But at what cost?
My days are full of a mentally exhausting day job.
My nights are full of writing and other responsibilities.
I'm out of the loop on everything. My house is a mess. My DVR is full of shows I haven't had time to watch in months. My friends feel neglected. My husband forgot what a home cooked meal tasted like. I've seen my family twice in the last few months.
None of those are necessarily a big deal on their own... but at some point, those small things add up to big things. And those little things have piled quite high in recent months.
I may be capable of a lot, but I'm just not good at keeping so many balls in the air at once. And today, I found myself realizing how much I miss out on as a result. I don't have close relationships with a lot of other authors. I'm lucky if I update my author Facebook once a day, or drop in and post a random tweet. I don't know my readers like I want to know them, simply because I spend far too much time in pursuit of something that's not realistic: perfection in all things.
Writing was easy when it was just me and a notebook. It's not so easy when it's me, a notebook, and a whole lot of people I don't want to disappoint. I'm more careful with my words, and that means I spend more time writing and less time socializing. I barely know people I once talked with all the time.
That makes me sad.
That doesn't mean I want to give up on writing, because I don't. I couldn't even if I wanted to do so, simply because writing is so much a part of me. I need to write like my Border Collie needs human interaction. It's necessary to my survival. But today... I found myself questioning if I was good enough because I don't think it should be this hard to find a balance.
I hate asking myself that question.
I hate even more that it was necessary.
It's time to stop being a perfectionist, step out of the cave, and start being human. xoxo,
Ayden Morgen
March 3, 2015
Teaser Tuesday: All Cried Out #romance
Happy Tuesday, loves!
How are you liking the new website?! Please let me know if you have any difficulties with it.
Today, I have a teaser for you from ALL CRIED OUT, the second and final part of Jared and Savannah's story. I hope you enjoy it! Don't forget to subscribe via the box on the sidebar so you don't miss future blog updates!
My gaze sweeps across the group waiting for us. Demetri stands off to the side with his parents and our little sister, who's talking a million miles a minute. My dad has his arm around my mom, their heads bent close together as they whisper back and forth. My eyes immediately move to Savannah, my heart rolling in my chest when my gaze falls on her.
She stands at the top of the deep steps, watching my family with a soft smile on her face. Her hair is pulled up into a complicated bun with loose strands framing her face. Her pale pink dress – a simple, elegant sheath with a sheer piece over it – ends at mid-thigh. Her cheeks are flushed and her beautiful eyes wide as she nibbles on her bottom lip.
She's absolutely breathtaking.
I start toward her, unable to take my eyes off of her.
Her smile spreads, lighting her up from the inside out when she notices me coming toward her. My stomach clenches, twisting at that soft look in her eyes, like she can't quite believe I'm really hers. I'll never understand how she could ever think she's less than I am. She's more… so much more.
"Hi, handsome," she says in that quiet way of hers when I stop in front of her.
I wrap an arm around her waist and reel her in until she's pressed against my chest. I sigh, content, when my arms are firmly around her, her heart beating against my chest. "Fuck, I've missed you," I murmur.
"I missed you too."
My lips find hers, pressing urgently, demanding she let me in. She does, a soft sigh whispering from her lips as she melts against me, her arms around my neck as she kisses me deeply. I pull her closer, everything but her dissolving the minute she opens that sweet mouth for me. Within a matter of seconds, I'm hard and aching, desperate to slide her dress up her thighs and press myself inside of her. It's always like this with her... intense and consuming and perfect.
How'd I get so lucky?
"It's my wedding day, fuckers," Chris booms, his voice echoing around the Rotunda. "Save that shit for your own day!"
My sister starts giggling.
"Christopher Allen Corbit, language!" my mom scolds.
Demetri's father laughs loudly until his wife slaps him on the shoulder and shushes him.
"Jesus, they're worse than children," I grunt and pull back reluctantly, burying my face in Savannah's hair. Her body vibrates with silent laughter against mine, pulling out my own chuckle. I hold her for a moment, just reveling in the feel of her in my arms, before I turn us to face my family.
*****
If you haven't read ALL FALLS DOWN, the first part of Jared and Savannah's story, you can get a copy here. xoxo,
Ayden K. Morgen
How are you liking the new website?! Please let me know if you have any difficulties with it.
Today, I have a teaser for you from ALL CRIED OUT, the second and final part of Jared and Savannah's story. I hope you enjoy it! Don't forget to subscribe via the box on the sidebar so you don't miss future blog updates!
My gaze sweeps across the group waiting for us. Demetri stands off to the side with his parents and our little sister, who's talking a million miles a minute. My dad has his arm around my mom, their heads bent close together as they whisper back and forth. My eyes immediately move to Savannah, my heart rolling in my chest when my gaze falls on her.
She stands at the top of the deep steps, watching my family with a soft smile on her face. Her hair is pulled up into a complicated bun with loose strands framing her face. Her pale pink dress – a simple, elegant sheath with a sheer piece over it – ends at mid-thigh. Her cheeks are flushed and her beautiful eyes wide as she nibbles on her bottom lip.
She's absolutely breathtaking.
I start toward her, unable to take my eyes off of her.
Her smile spreads, lighting her up from the inside out when she notices me coming toward her. My stomach clenches, twisting at that soft look in her eyes, like she can't quite believe I'm really hers. I'll never understand how she could ever think she's less than I am. She's more… so much more.
"Hi, handsome," she says in that quiet way of hers when I stop in front of her.
I wrap an arm around her waist and reel her in until she's pressed against my chest. I sigh, content, when my arms are firmly around her, her heart beating against my chest. "Fuck, I've missed you," I murmur.
"I missed you too."
My lips find hers, pressing urgently, demanding she let me in. She does, a soft sigh whispering from her lips as she melts against me, her arms around my neck as she kisses me deeply. I pull her closer, everything but her dissolving the minute she opens that sweet mouth for me. Within a matter of seconds, I'm hard and aching, desperate to slide her dress up her thighs and press myself inside of her. It's always like this with her... intense and consuming and perfect.
How'd I get so lucky?
"It's my wedding day, fuckers," Chris booms, his voice echoing around the Rotunda. "Save that shit for your own day!"
My sister starts giggling.
"Christopher Allen Corbit, language!" my mom scolds.
Demetri's father laughs loudly until his wife slaps him on the shoulder and shushes him.
"Jesus, they're worse than children," I grunt and pull back reluctantly, burying my face in Savannah's hair. Her body vibrates with silent laughter against mine, pulling out my own chuckle. I hold her for a moment, just reveling in the feel of her in my arms, before I turn us to face my family.
*****
If you haven't read ALL FALLS DOWN, the first part of Jared and Savannah's story, you can get a copy here. xoxo,
Ayden K. Morgen
February 25, 2015
I'm Moving!
Due to changes in the Blogger Content Policy, I will be making the transition to this blog in the near future. In a perfect world, all content from my previous blog would make the move over here as well, but I don't know how feasible that will be. I'm looking into it.
Please be patient with me in the meantime. :)
xoxo,
Ayden
Please be patient with me in the meantime. :)
xoxo,
Ayden
February 23, 2015
Review: By Any Other Name by @JMDarhower
A deadly rivalry.Two families at war.
Nobody is safe, not even the innocent.
Especially the innocent.
Blood will be spilled.
Genevieve "Genna" Galante knows a thing or two about causing trouble. After all, it's engrained in her DNA. As the only daughter of Primo Galante, notorious boss of the Galante crime family, her life is dictated by a certain set of rules⦠rules Genna was never very good at following.
Matteo "Matty" Barsanti never wanted anything to do with the family business, but as the first-born Barsanti son, certain things are expected of him. It's his duty, according to his father, to help take down the enemy... even if that enemy means something to him.
A chance encounter on an elevator changes the course of lives, causing the biggest trouble of Genna's young life. The only good Barsanti is a dead Barsanti. She's heard it said time and time again. So what happens when she falls in love with one of them?
The story of star-crossed lovers caught in the middle of the biggest rivalry New York has ever seen, determined to make it⦠if only they can survive their parents' feud.
About the Author: JM Darhower is the author of the New Adult Sempre series (Sempre & Sempre: Redemption), and the paranormal romance novella, Extinguish. She lives in a tiny town in the Carolinas with her family, where she churns out more words than will ever see the light of day. She has a deep passion for politics and human rights, and when she isnât writing sheâs usually ranting about those things. Chronic crimper with a vulgar mouth, she admits to having a Twitter addiction. You can find her there.
My Review:
When Genna Galante meets Matty in an elevator, she has no idea that the gorgeous boy stranded with her is Matteo Barsanti, the eldest son of her family's biggest enemy. By the time she learns the truth, it's too late. She's already falling for him. And why not? He's not what you'd expect from a gangster's son. He's sweet, thoughtful, and gentle⦠everything she's been told her entire life the Barsantis are not.
But love doesn't conquer all, and no one is on Genna and Matty's side when their relationship is revealed. If learning to trust Matty was difficult for her, finding a way to be with him is next to impossible. Matty's brother wants to kill Genna, and Genna's brother would love nothing more than to destroy Matty.
With a war brewing between their families, Genna and Matty must find a way to survive the bloodshed without losing sight of one another. Problem is: things are about to get a whole lot more difficult than their of them were prepared for.
I never know quite what to expect next from J.M. Darhower, but she never disappoints. By Any Other Name was no exception. Genna and Matty aren't at all what I expected, and I loved that about them. Genna is a little brash at times, outspoken even though she's probably the most vulnerable character in this story. Matty is sensitive and still sexy as all hell. Watching the relationship unfold between the two is such fun⦠they challenge each other, comfort one another, and made me laugh out loud. They also made me cry. I found myself going back several times to reread certain scenes of this story, and enjoying them just as much the third time as I did the first. I give By Any Other Name 4.5 of 5 stars. I can't wait for the next book in this series! By Any Other Name is now available at Amazon and other retailers.
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Review: By Any Other Name by @JMDarhower #romance #newrelease
A deadly rivalry.
Two families at war.
Nobody is safe, not even the innocent.
Especially the innocent.
Blood will be spilled.
Genevieve "Genna" Galante knows a thing or two about causing trouble.
After all, it's engrained in her DNA. As the only daughter of Primo Galante,
notorious boss of the Galante crime family, her life is dictated by a certain
set of rules… rules Genna was never very
Two families at war.
Nobody is safe, not even the innocent.
Especially the innocent.
Blood will be spilled.
Genevieve "Genna" Galante knows a thing or two about causing trouble.
After all, it's engrained in her DNA. As the only daughter of Primo Galante,
notorious boss of the Galante crime family, her life is dictated by a certain
set of rules… rules Genna was never very
February 16, 2015
Cover Reveal and Giveaway: RAVISHED by Ayden Morgen #erotica #romance
A disabled ballerina
a deadly new drug
and one hell of a bad decision
will change everything for Tristan Riley.
Prepare yourselves for heat, steam, grit, and one seriously hot alpha male with a dirty side.
RAVISHED, the first book in the highly anticipated Teplo Trilogy, will release on April 5, 2015. The gorgeous cover, unveiled below, was designed by LJ Anderson of Mayhem Cover Creations.
Genre: Erotic Romance/Suspense Cover by: Mayhem Cover Creations
Summary:
When Tristan Riley drags Lillian Maddox onto the dance floor at Teplo, he intends only to protect his cover⦠at least that's what he tells himself. But the lovely Lillian would tempt a saint, and Tristan is far from a gentleman. Beneath the bright lights of the Vetrov family's dangerous club, the weary DEA agent finds himself captivated by the ballerina, coaxing them both into a reckless, erotic encounter.
But Tristan isn't prepared for the intense connection between him and Lillian, or for the fallout of their tryst. In a matter of days, their lives careen wildly off course, catapulting them both into a deadly game of hide and seek with the Vetrov family and one of Mexico's deadliest drug cartels.
Trying to keep his hands to himself while working alongside Lillian to stop Anton Vetrov's deadly new drug proves almost impossible for Tristan, but what choice does he have when being with her might get her killed? He should know: his entire family was murdered by people just like Anton.
When the stakes are raised and innocent lives are lost, will Tristan be able to let go of the guilt, or will he destroy his chance at happiness with Lillian before it ever truly begins?
Preorder RAVISHED here. Add RAVISHED to your TBR list on Goodreads. RAVISHED Trailer: http://youtu.be/I-XCRudP3RA
Interested in reviewing RAVISHED? Request an ARC here.
Excerpt:
"I need you naked. Now." Lillian froze as soon as the frantic confession left his mouth. "No," she said, no longer pulling him close but pushing him away. "No, Tristan. Let me go." "Shit." Heat gave way to ice in an instant. His arms slipped from around her as soon as her feet were on the ground. She stumbled and then righted herself, one hand pressed to her mouth and her eyes wide and wary in her flushed face. Tristan cursed at that look. "Lillian, I'm-" "No." She shook her head, her hand still pressed to her swollen lips. Her expression hardened. "You don't get to kiss me like that, Tristan. You don't get to rile me up and then walk out. I won't-" She gulped, practically babbling. "You can't just⦠Not again." "I'm not going anywhere," he said, looking down at her. "I'm not going to-" "Not going to what?" Her eyes flashed, daring him to answer that question. "I'm not-" He wanted to tell her he wouldn't walk away, but he wasn't so sure that was true. He wanted her, but he wouldn't fuck her when she'd only regret it, and she would have regretted it. "It's not you," he told her instead, wishing he could take back the ill-advised words the moment they left his mouth. Lillian flinched as if he'd struck her, her face paling beneath the flush in her cheeks. "Not me?" She laughed, the sound jagged and harsh, angry. "Right." Way to go, you moron, he cursed himself. "I want you, Lillian. That hasn't changed." He blew out a breath, frustrated that he couldn't seem to think straight around her, let alone find words to explain why he kept walking away from her. "I just-" "You want me, just not enough." Her wide, angry eyes met his, held for a moment, and then darted away. She ran a hand through her hair, fingers catching in snarls he'd helped cause. "Fine. What happens now?" The faint tremble in her voice screamed that he'd hurt her. "I want you more than I did the first night," he said, ignoring her question. They weren't doing that shit, avoiding the issue until one or the other of them snapped. Christ, his blood still boiled. His mind was clouded by her scent, her taste. And yet again, she got it all wrong, assumed he didn't want her enough when the problem was that he wanted her too much. But he didn't want her to hate him, and he certainly didn't want her to regret what he'd do to her when she finally gave in to him. "Do you trust me, Lillian?" he asked instead of trying to explain. She took another shaky breath and then cursed and squared her shoulders. Her expression firmed into one of cool resolve. "No, I don't trust you. And I'm not sure I even like you." He nodded once, refusing to give in to the little ripple of hurt threatening to shoot through him at her answer. It wasn't like he hadn't expected that truth. Hell, wasn't like he didn't deserve it, either. "I want you, Lillian. I want you against that fucking wall." He jerked his chin in the direction of the wall in question. "I want you bent over the table by the door. On the floor. In your bed. In mine. Across the street in the middle of the dance floor. Anywhere you'll let me and every way you'll let me." He looked at her, letting her see exactly how much he meant that. She swallowed, her wide-eyed gaze darkening, held captive by his own. He took a step toward her, reached out and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. Sparks sizzled and popped where his skin met hers. He let his arm drop slowly, dragging his fingertips down her cheek and onto her neck before shoving his hands deep into his pockets. Pitching his voice low, he killed them both with words and one long, heated looked. "I want you panting, moaning, and screaming until you can't move, baby. But I'm not going to fuck you when you'd just regret it later. When I take you to bed â and I do mean when, Lillian, not if. When I take you, you're not going to regret sleeping with me. You're going to know exactly how much I want you, and you're going to beg for it."
About the Author:
Ayden lives in the heart of Arkansas with her childhood sweetheart and husband of ten years, and their five furry minions. When not writing, she spends her time hiking, reading, volunteering, causing mischief, and building a Spork army. Ayden graduated summa cum laude with her Bachelor of Science degree in Criminal Justice and Forensic Psychology in 2009 before going on to complete her graduate degree in CJ and Law. She currently puts her education to use in the social services and CJ field.
Ayden also writes Young and New Adult fiction under the penname A.K. Morgen.
You can find her on Twitter, Facebook, or via her website at http://aydenmorgen.com. You can learn more about her YA/NA fiction at http://akmorgen.com.
GIVEAWAY:
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Prepare yourselves for heat, steam, grit, and one seriously hot alpha male with a dirty side.
RAVISHED, the first book in the highly anticipated Teplo Trilogy, will release on April 5, 2015. The gorgeous cover, unveiled below, was designed by LJ Anderson of Mayhem Cover Creations.
Genre: Erotic Romance/Suspense Cover by: Mayhem Cover Creations
Summary:
When Tristan Riley drags Lillian Maddox onto the dance floor at Teplo, he intends only to protect his cover⦠at least that's what he tells himself. But the lovely Lillian would tempt a saint, and Tristan is far from a gentleman. Beneath the bright lights of the Vetrov family's dangerous club, the weary DEA agent finds himself captivated by the ballerina, coaxing them both into a reckless, erotic encounter.
But Tristan isn't prepared for the intense connection between him and Lillian, or for the fallout of their tryst. In a matter of days, their lives careen wildly off course, catapulting them both into a deadly game of hide and seek with the Vetrov family and one of Mexico's deadliest drug cartels.
Trying to keep his hands to himself while working alongside Lillian to stop Anton Vetrov's deadly new drug proves almost impossible for Tristan, but what choice does he have when being with her might get her killed? He should know: his entire family was murdered by people just like Anton.
When the stakes are raised and innocent lives are lost, will Tristan be able to let go of the guilt, or will he destroy his chance at happiness with Lillian before it ever truly begins?
Preorder RAVISHED here. Add RAVISHED to your TBR list on Goodreads. RAVISHED Trailer: http://youtu.be/I-XCRudP3RA
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Excerpt:
"I need you naked. Now." Lillian froze as soon as the frantic confession left his mouth. "No," she said, no longer pulling him close but pushing him away. "No, Tristan. Let me go." "Shit." Heat gave way to ice in an instant. His arms slipped from around her as soon as her feet were on the ground. She stumbled and then righted herself, one hand pressed to her mouth and her eyes wide and wary in her flushed face. Tristan cursed at that look. "Lillian, I'm-" "No." She shook her head, her hand still pressed to her swollen lips. Her expression hardened. "You don't get to kiss me like that, Tristan. You don't get to rile me up and then walk out. I won't-" She gulped, practically babbling. "You can't just⦠Not again." "I'm not going anywhere," he said, looking down at her. "I'm not going to-" "Not going to what?" Her eyes flashed, daring him to answer that question. "I'm not-" He wanted to tell her he wouldn't walk away, but he wasn't so sure that was true. He wanted her, but he wouldn't fuck her when she'd only regret it, and she would have regretted it. "It's not you," he told her instead, wishing he could take back the ill-advised words the moment they left his mouth. Lillian flinched as if he'd struck her, her face paling beneath the flush in her cheeks. "Not me?" She laughed, the sound jagged and harsh, angry. "Right." Way to go, you moron, he cursed himself. "I want you, Lillian. That hasn't changed." He blew out a breath, frustrated that he couldn't seem to think straight around her, let alone find words to explain why he kept walking away from her. "I just-" "You want me, just not enough." Her wide, angry eyes met his, held for a moment, and then darted away. She ran a hand through her hair, fingers catching in snarls he'd helped cause. "Fine. What happens now?" The faint tremble in her voice screamed that he'd hurt her. "I want you more than I did the first night," he said, ignoring her question. They weren't doing that shit, avoiding the issue until one or the other of them snapped. Christ, his blood still boiled. His mind was clouded by her scent, her taste. And yet again, she got it all wrong, assumed he didn't want her enough when the problem was that he wanted her too much. But he didn't want her to hate him, and he certainly didn't want her to regret what he'd do to her when she finally gave in to him. "Do you trust me, Lillian?" he asked instead of trying to explain. She took another shaky breath and then cursed and squared her shoulders. Her expression firmed into one of cool resolve. "No, I don't trust you. And I'm not sure I even like you." He nodded once, refusing to give in to the little ripple of hurt threatening to shoot through him at her answer. It wasn't like he hadn't expected that truth. Hell, wasn't like he didn't deserve it, either. "I want you, Lillian. I want you against that fucking wall." He jerked his chin in the direction of the wall in question. "I want you bent over the table by the door. On the floor. In your bed. In mine. Across the street in the middle of the dance floor. Anywhere you'll let me and every way you'll let me." He looked at her, letting her see exactly how much he meant that. She swallowed, her wide-eyed gaze darkening, held captive by his own. He took a step toward her, reached out and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. Sparks sizzled and popped where his skin met hers. He let his arm drop slowly, dragging his fingertips down her cheek and onto her neck before shoving his hands deep into his pockets. Pitching his voice low, he killed them both with words and one long, heated looked. "I want you panting, moaning, and screaming until you can't move, baby. But I'm not going to fuck you when you'd just regret it later. When I take you to bed â and I do mean when, Lillian, not if. When I take you, you're not going to regret sleeping with me. You're going to know exactly how much I want you, and you're going to beg for it."
About the Author:
Ayden lives in the heart of Arkansas with her childhood sweetheart and husband of ten years, and their five furry minions. When not writing, she spends her time hiking, reading, volunteering, causing mischief, and building a Spork army. Ayden graduated summa cum laude with her Bachelor of Science degree in Criminal Justice and Forensic Psychology in 2009 before going on to complete her graduate degree in CJ and Law. She currently puts her education to use in the social services and CJ field.
Ayden also writes Young and New Adult fiction under the penname A.K. Morgen.
You can find her on Twitter, Facebook, or via her website at http://aydenmorgen.com. You can learn more about her YA/NA fiction at http://akmorgen.com.
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A disabled ballerina
a deadly new drug
and one hell of a bad decision
will change everything for Tristan Riley.
Prepare yourselves for heat, steam,
grit, and one seriously hot alpha male with a dirty side.
RAVISHED,
the first book in the highly anticipated Teplo Trilogy, will release on April 5, 2015. The gorgeous cover, unveiled
below, was designed by LJ Anderson of Mayhem Cover
a deadly new drug
and one hell of a bad decision
will change everything for Tristan Riley.
Prepare yourselves for heat, steam,
grit, and one seriously hot alpha male with a dirty side.
RAVISHED,
the first book in the highly anticipated Teplo Trilogy, will release on April 5, 2015. The gorgeous cover, unveiled
below, was designed by LJ Anderson of Mayhem Cover
February 12, 2015
Pic Teasers: RAVISHED (The Teplo Trilogy) #erotica #romance
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Only 3 days until the cover reveal for RAVISHED! I'm so excited, you have no idea. But since that's still 3 whole days away, I thought I'd give you guys a few little picture teasers today. Feel free to share them if you feel so inclined. :)
See you Monday for the cover reveal!
xoxo,
ALL FALLS DOWN is now available on Amazon. FALL– The
