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Escaping Parker by F.T. Zele @ftzeleauthor ~ Blitz

Title: Escaping ParkerAuthor: F.T. ZeleGenre: Romantic Suspense 
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Blurb:
Clarissa never thought at age twenty-six she would be fearing for her life. Everything was going just as she had planned until her husband started showing a side of him he never let on. Failed attempts at leaving has left her fighting for her life. Literally. She knows she has to figure out a plan to free her from his tight grip, but it’s harder than one could imagine.Rig has endured much pain when a tragedy left him trying to figure out his place in this world. He plows through situations leaving nothing safe is his wake. He lives for the thrill of danger, and loves to be on the open road. He doesn’t mix business with pleasure, and he didn’t expect he would fall in love with the girl he is hiding out.When things get too intense between the two of them, he decides he can no longer be her safety net, and his feelings are getting in the way of his judgment, making it hard to choose between right and wrong.Will he be able to figure out what he wants in time to save her life, or will she become another statistic in domestic abuse?I’m running…Trying to escape…My life depends on it…I don’t know where I’m going…I’m running into the arms of a complete stranger…Unable to trust…Afraid of being caught…It’s only then I fall in love…Knowing it’s wrong, only makes me want him more…Can he save me…Can I save him…Or will it be too late…
F.T. Zele lives in Southern California with her Husband and 3 Sons. When she is not writing, you can find her on Swoon Worthy Books posting updates on books and Authors, and let’s not forget about the Man-candy. She is taking her passion for books and making it her reality with writing, bringing these voices to life. She loves interacting with others talking about great Books and Book Boyfriends. She has a weakness for Sour Patch Kids and has inappropriate fun when she is having her wine at night tweeting her thoughts. She also likes to make up words. The best word to describe her is Winetastic!Author Links: Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/AuthorFTZele/Twitter: https://twitter.com/ftzeleauthorGoodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7789807.F_T_ZeleInstagram: https://instagram.com/ftzeleauthor/Blog: http://www.ftzeleauthor.com/Amazon: http://amzn.to/1Sa7JF2Buy Links: Amazon: http://amzn.to/1Sa7MRm

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Escapement (The Neumarian Chronicles) by Ciara Knight @ciaraknight ~ Eagerly Awaited Book is OUT NOW!!!

Title: Escapement (The Neumarian Chronicles)Author: Ciara KnightGenre: YA/NA Speculative FictionHosted by: Lady Amber's Tours


Blurb:

Ten years after the great war of 2185 the queen’s reign is threatened by uprisings and fear. In celebration of my sixteenth birthday it is my duty as princess to sacrifice a slave to be initiated into the ruling council, solidifying my mother’s empire. When my own erratic powers surface I’m captured and tried for treason. Slaves hate me, my mother wants me executed, and my only chance of survival rests in the hands of a young man, Ryder Arteres, whose sister I sentenced to death.
Ciara Knight writes with a ‘Little Edge and a Lot of Heart’ with her contemporary and paranormal romance books. Her most recent #1 Amazon bestselling series, Sweetwater County, has topped the charts and received acclaimed reviews. Her international best-seller, Pendulum scored 4 stars from RT Book Reviews, accolades from InD’Tale Magazine and Night Owl Top Pick. Her young adult paranormal series, Battle for Souls, received 5 stars from Paranormal Romance Guild and Night Owl’s Top Pick, among other praises.

Author Links:Website: http://www.ciaraknight.comFacebook: https://www.facebook.com/CiaraknightwritesTwitter: http://www.twitter.com/ciaratknightInstagram: https://instagram.com/ciaratknight/Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5127753.Ciara_KnightAmazon: http://amzn.to/1Jc5ASN
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The door swung open and four guards entered before Dred stormed in. “Malvak orders ya all to the platform now.”My stomach flopped. “No. It hasn’t been an hour.”“Malvak’s orders changed.”“You said they’d be spared,” Ryder argued.“They be ordered to watch.”Dred’s words stung like a laser through my heart. “No, please. You can’t. It’s too soon.”Ryder still clutched one arm and wouldn’t let me go. “Semara, listen to me.”“No, I won’t. This isn’t going to happen. I’ll tell Malvak who I am and order your release.”“Not wise.” Dred shoved the key into Ryder’s cell door.I had to do something, anything to stop this.“We need you, Semara. You’re the only one left in this war-torn world who can protect Raeth. Please, I promised my folks before they were murdered I’d take care of her. Once I’m gone—”“Don’t say that.” Tears stung my eyes and I wanted to pull him against me and disappear.Ryder reached through the bars and held the back of my head so our foreheads touched. “Once I’m gone, you are her only family.”“Enough, it’s time,” Dred ordered.The guards rushed into the cell, bound Ryder’s wrists, and dragged him from the cell. One guard grabbed Raeth by the arm and did the same to me. Dred stood at the outside of my cell, door open, waiting for me to exit.“I did all I could,” Dred said with a heavy, deep tone. He bound my wrists and stepped back. “Sorry, Malvak ordered—”“You could do more. Trust me, you’ll regret this later. You’ll go to sleep each night with Ryder’s face haunting your dreams. I’m still tortured by making a wrong choice when I was only twelve.”I shoved past him and went out to the center of town. Acid rose in my throat at the sight of the noose hanging from a wood beam. It had to be wood. If it had been metal, I could’ve melted it and bought some more time.Maybe I could try Ryder’s plan and incapacitate Dred before he stopped me, then get his gun and take a few down. If we could find cover and some metal we’d have a chance.I watched Dred out of the corner of my eye as we approached the platform.“Don’t try it, pretty face. I’ve trained for years to be a faster draw with me powers. Ya don’t stand a chance. All you’ll accomplish is ya own death.”I lifted my chin, determined to fight. “I can’t stand by and watch him die.”“Ya don’t have a choice. None of us do,” Dred insisted.“You do. Let me use my powers and the three of us escape. Otherwise, you’ll have innocent blood on your hands.” I pleaded.Wind whipped through the village. Creaks echoed from the skywalks. Water swished through the steel waterways above. Cannons and barbed wire lined an exterior wall. It was a fortress.Mother had been right to fear them. Even if I freed Ryder, how could we get out? I suspected the walls were electrified. Maybe I could short out the wires, but I’d need Raeth’s help to demolish the wall.Even if we managed to break through the wall, then what? We’d have to get a ship and figure out where we were.There had to be a way to save him. I had to be missing something.A horn sounded and people came out of homes and buildings, flooding the street to watch Ryder’s execution. Didn’t they see they were no better than the council?I wrung my hands and pulled at my rope bindings that rubbed my skin raw.The smell of animals and desert sand carried on the wind.A tall man appeared on one of the skywalks with a fluffy cape of animal fur lining his huge frame. I couldn’t make out his features, but he definitely had a tattoo running across his forehead. A reflection of sunlight off his face indicated some piercings.“This here Neumarian is charged with bringing the council’s wrath to our land. Do we wish to sacrifice our way of life and be enslaved to the council?”“No,” the crowd yelled back as if in a trance.“Terminate the prisoner and send his body as a gift to the queen.”“No!” I cried out and ran for the platform. “You’re wrong. We only wish to go in peace. The queen doesn’t know we’re here. We brought a gift!”I ran up the steps, but a guard snagged my hair, knocking me down so hard the wood cracked against my shoulder. A pain shot down my arm. Ryder shouldered the man and raced to my side. “Semara, please, don’t do this.”“I can’t watch you die,” I managed through sobs.The guards tore us apart and placed Ryder on top of a box.I fought with all my strength and drew heat from my core to my hands, but the mind splitting pain made me collapse. I lay on the floor of the platform forced to watch the noose being secured around his neck.“Proceed with the execution.”The guard kicked the box out from under Ryder and the rope snapped tight around his throat.

Hit And Run (Hot-Lanta Series Book 4) by Meghan Quinn @AuthorMegQuinn ~ Release Day Blitz & #Rafflecopter #Giveaway

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Hit and Run Book #4
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Right when Jane and Brady have everything right in the world, they lose the one thing they didn’t know they wanted. The pain is too much, the expectations are too high and the pressure they put on each other tears them a part.

They have one chance to make it right, one chance to try and move on from the hurt and pain but is Jane ready to put her past behind her or is she going to take the easy road out and give up?

The drama finally concludes in this heart-wrenching series full of twists, turns, cliffhangers, deaths, and hot, steamy nights.

Life isn’t as easy as it seems, especially under the heat of living in Hot-Lanta.Hit and Run Book #4Amazon | Barnes & Noble | Kobo | iTunes 


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         Meghan Quinn  Born in New York and raised in Southern California, Meghan has grown into a sassy, peanut butter eating, blonde haired swearing, animal hoarding lady. She is known to bust out and dance if “It’s Raining Men” starts beating through the air and heaven forbid you get a margarita in her, protect your legs because they may be humped. 


Once she started commuting for an hour and twenty minutes every day to work for three years, she began to have conversations play in her head, real life, deep male voices and dainty lady coos kind of conversations. Perturbed and confused, she decided to either see a therapist about the hot and steamy voices running through her head or start writing them down. She decided to go with the cheaper option and started writing… enter her first novel, Caught Looking. 
Now you can find the spicy, most definitely on the border of lunacy, kind of crazy lady residing in Colorado with the love of her life and her five, furry four legged children, hiking a trail or hiding behind shelves at grocery stores, wondering what kind of lube the nervous stranger will bring home to his wife. Oh and she loves a good boob squeeze.
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Eve of All Hallows by Natalie-Nicole Bates @BatesNatalie ~ Release Blitz

ABOUT THE BOOKTITLE – Eve of All Hallows AUTHOR – Natalie-Nicole Bates GENRE – Paranormal Romance Novella PUBLICATION DATE – 10/17/15 (publisher) 12/17/15 (Amazon) LENGTH (Pages/# Words) – 11,000 words PUBLISHER – Leap of Faith PublishingBOOK SYNOPSISAs Jamie travels the world in search of fulfillment, she arrives in Majorca the day before Halloween. Almost immediately, she realizes all is not what it seems. There are no tourists, and everyone is just a bit -- different. She meets a local tattooist named Carlito, a native of Peru. The attraction is instantaneous and intense. He makes her an unbelievable offer. But whether it means heaven or horror, she is not sure. When the Eve of All Hallows meets All Saints Day only Fate can decide the outcome.BUY & TBR LINKS AMAZON KINDLE US AMAZON KINDLE UK Leap of Faith Publishing EXCERPT I think I will enjoy my time here.Very much.I’m taking in that magnificent view while I swirl a glass of red wine. Sometimes a girl gets lucky. It’s well past midnight now, but I can’t sleep. Beyond the beauty of my surroundings, of the warmth on my skin this late in the year, is the sound of the sea. I am truly alone in my own little nirvana. No one knows where I am, and I don’t care.There’s a flash of movement from the corner of my eye. Maybe I’m not as alone as I thought. My heart flutters a little. Then I see him walking the beach towards the water, under the great moon above. My magnificent view just got even more spectacular. He’s fully naked.My attention is riveted now as I sip my wine. I can’t see a lot of detail in the darkness, but I can see he is tall, with long hair. Nicely built, and if my eyes don’t deceive me, well-endowed as well. Now, this is a very interesting development.I watch as he enters the water, and I shiver just a little as if my own skin was touched by the cool waters. He disappears momentarily beneath the dark sea, and emerges, throwing back his long hair. I know I should look away, I should respect his privacy, but I cannot. I am a voyeur in my own little world.I’m not really sure how much time I spend watching him. Perhaps only a few minutes, maybe even an hour. He emerges from the waves, a mere silhouette now in the moonlight. He stops and looks straight to me. My first reaction is to want to drop to the floor. But my mind tells me he cannot see me in the darkness.So, if he cannot see me, why does he stare in my direction?AUTHOR BIO Natalie-Nicole Bates is a book reviewer and author.Her passions in life include books and hockey along with Victorian and Edwardian era photography and antique poison bottles. Natalie contributes her uncharacteristic love of hockey to being born in Russia.She currently resides in the UK where she is working on her next book and adding to her collection of 19th century post-mortem photos.Visit Natalie online at www.natalienicolebates.comAUTHOR FOLLOW LINKS Goodreads Tsu Facebook Fan Group Twitter: @BatesNatalie Facebook Blog Street Team Sign Up Amazon Author Central Page

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SPURS: Cherry County Cowboys #1 by Jules Dixon @JulesofTripleR ~ Release Blitz

SPURS: Cherry County Cowboys #1byJules Dixon@JulesofTripleRRelease Date: November 3, 2015
Blurb:

Dr. Grayson Taylor is convinced that a summer fling with the bartending cowboy is a quick remedy to mend his broken heart. Soon his plans to return to big city lights for a dream career don’t seem as attractive as the cowboy with dimp
les lying in his bed. When Grayson’s charred past reappears, can he learn that forgiveness costs less than pride and admit he is the one who needs to be healed?
Cowboy Izaac Scott drove into town with little more than boots on his feet, a well-loved baseball cap on his head and a cross-country journey on his mind, but he’s not sightseeing. He’s running from the ghost of a first love. Will the doctor be the one to help Izaac realize that true love can heal the past or will the cruel spurs of life jab him in the heart again?

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Author Bio:
Fuzzy sock collector, martini connoisseur, baseball fanatic, and dandelion lover, author Jules Dixon is a living testament to the genius of sugar and caffeine being able to keep a human alive. She’s addicted to everything related to the amazing emotion of love, probably instigated by her own happily ever after of 25 years with her beer-brewing hubby. Their love story created a sassy, artistic daughter and a computer genius but ultra-sarcastic son.
Jules explores the rich psychology of sexual orientation, sexuality, choices, and conflicts of high school, college, and new adult characters with sizzle and humor in her novels and novellas. She’s a busy writer, and she loves it!

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Excerpt:

The door was open to the other bedroom, and when I reached to close it I heard the rustling of covers in the room. The glow of the moon drowned Gray’s room in silver light. I watched him adjust the pillow under his head as he stared up at the ceiling. His warm liquor-colored eyes glinted kaleidoscopic colors in the moonlight. I started to pull the door closed, and his eyes met mine. I froze. Parts of my gut that hadn’t experienced the waves of anticipation in years twisted like a there was a hurricane inside of me.
Without speaking he scooted over in his bed and threw the covers back. My brain willed my body to move into the room, and in seconds I was next to his bed.
“One more night, Izaac.”
“I’m afraid it’ll only complicate what I’ve made a mess of, Gray.”
“I’m good at unraveling complications. Come here, cowboy.”
He was good at unraveling my willpower, too.
I slipped into the bed. “I wish I could offer you more than tonight.”
“I wish for a lot of things, but I’m not asking for anything more than this night.”
What words couldn’t express our bodies would. Gentle and unhurried kisses prolonged our progress. Seven days with Grayson had more passion and connection than the last five years of my life. Those years had been the abysmal pit of repentance. Every move I made was calculated to prevent and eliminate relationships with people, but now I had people who wanted to have me in their lives. I was going to lose the most important person I’d ever had in my life.
“Gray?” I whispered in his ear.
“What?”
“I could still be a good guy to you.”
“Izaac, it’s okay to still care about Quinton, but I won’t compete with a ghost for your heart. It’s too hard to wonder if I’m the one in your mind at any given time or if you’ll leave when a memory of him overwhelms you.”
“I’ve held on for so long that I think maybe I’m just a living ghost myself.”
“Then let me show you that you’re alive.”
His stubble abraded across the skin of my chest, and I fisted his hair as he explored every dip and inch down my stomach. If I couldn’t give him more, I could give him tonight. He deserved more, but this would have to do.


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Out Now! Christmas at the Castle by Jenny Kane @jennykaneauthor ~ Release Blitz

Christmas at the CastlebyJenny Kane(@jennykaneauthor) 
BlurbChristmas at the Castle is a seasonal treat from Jenny Kane, featuring much-loved characters from her bestselling novel Another Cup of Coffee.

When hotshot businesswoman Alice Warren is asked to organise a literary festival at beautiful Crathes Castle in Scotland, her ‘work mode’ persona means she can’t say no – even though the person asking is her ex, Cameron Hunter.

Alice broke Cameron’s heart and feels she owes him one – but her best friend Charlie isn’t going to like it. Charlie – aka famous author Erin Spence – is happy to help Alice with the festival…until she finds out that Cameron’s involved! Charlie suffered a bad case of unrequited love for Cameron, and she can’t bear the thought of seeing him again.

Caught between her own insecurities and loyalty to her friend, Charlie gets fellow author Kit Lambert to take her place. Agreeing to leave her London comfort zone – and her favourite corner in Pickwicks Café – Kit steps in. She quickly finds herself not just helping out, but hosting a major literary event, while also trying to play fairy godmother – a task which quickly gets very complicated indeed...
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ExtractCharlie pushed open the door of The Deeside Bookshop. Instead of being greeted by John, she was surprised to see a much younger man behind the counter. Having never known the shop without John in it, Charlie was immediately concerned. ‘Um, hello, I wondered if I could speak to John, is he OK?’ ‘He’s very OK, thank you. Soaking up the sun in New Zealand in fact.’ ‘Oh.’ Not sure what to do, Charlie decided she’d dive straight in anyway. If John trusted this man to run the shop in his absence, then he must be alright. ‘Could I have a quick chat about the literary festival at Crathes? I know Ms Warren has already approached the shop, but I…’ The man, who Charlie guessed must be in his late thirties, ran an exasperated hand through his short hair. ‘I already told your colleague I can’t help. What Ms Warren is asking of me is not cost-effective. Although I wish you luck with the festival, the tactic of sending her prettier colleague to get me to change my mind is not going to work!’ Prettier colleague? Charlie felt thrown. No one ever thought she was prettier than Alice. ‘I assure you no… tactics are in play. I’m only helping out today because I’m a friend of one of the other organisers, and I have a more sensible and, I think, more realistic proposition for you than Alice did. I will tell you about it if you would like to hear it; if not, I’ll leave you in peace to stare around your customer-free shop!’ Rather taken aback by the edge to her tone, the tension in Charlie’s shoulders unknotted a little as, to her amazement, the man began to laugh. Placing the books he’d been holding on the counter he said, ‘I’m sorry, forgive me for being abrupt. My name is Gervase Potter; I bought John out a few weeks ago. This little empire is now mine.’ Tilting his head to one side, giving Charlie the impression he was enjoying the view, he added, ‘I would very much like to hear your proposal. How about we discuss it tonight over a drink at Scott Skinner’s? I haven’t made it there yet, and I hear it’s a nice pub.’ With her brain privately grappling with the concept of being asked out for a drink by a handsome man who liked books, Charlie replied, ‘It is nice. I often go to Skinner’s to write when I need a change of scene from my desk at home. Oh, I’m Charlie, by the way. Charlie Davies.’ ‘I’m pleased to meet you, Charlie. So, you write?’ ‘Yes.’ Charlie pointed to the bookshelves, ‘I’m over there somewhere.’ ‘You are? Who are you, then? I mean, who else are you?’ ‘Erin Spence.’ ‘The Unbrave Heart Erin Spence?’ Charlie’s pulse started to beat faster. He didn’t immediately connect me with The Love-Blind Boy. ‘Yes. Yes that was my first novel.’ ‘I love that book.’ ‘You’ve read it?’ Charlie was shocked. ‘Forgive me, but you don’t look like you’d be into women’s fiction.’‘I’m not as a rule, but my ex-girlfriend had the audiobook and we played it on a long journey once or twice. I enjoyed it. You have a very perceptive view of the male side of things.’ ‘Really?’ Charlie could feel herself blushing, ‘Thanks. It’s kind of you to say so.’ ‘Not at all. That drink tonight, then? Eight o’clock? With a meal as well, maybe?’ ‘To talk about my idea for the festival?’ ‘I’m making no promises, because I think I’d rather talk about you.’ Charlie’s head buzzed with contradictory thoughts. Had she been right to agree to go out with Gervase? Only this morning she’d been thinking about how she felt about Cameron being back, and now she was going on a date with someone else. A part of her knew she’d only said yes in the hope that Alice and Cameron might see them. But so what if they did? Cameron isn’t going to be jealous, and I don’t want him any more anyway. And Alice wouldn’t notice in her current mode if I walked around naked with a pineapple on my head. A new thought entered Charlie’s head. Was there any point in going out with another man until Alice had gone home? Gervase would only have to see them standing next to each other, and it wouldn’t be her that he wanted to take for dinner anymore. Suddenly, Charlie stopped moving. She knew she was being ridiculous, but somehow the thought of how Alice was always going to be there to eclipse her wouldn’t shift...
BioJenny Kane is the author the contemporary romance Christmas at the Castle (Accent Press, 2015), the bestselling novel Abi’s House(Accent Press, 2015), the modern/medieval time slip novel Romancing Robin Hood (Accent Press, 2014), the bestselling novel Another Cup of Coffee (Accent Press, 2013), and its novella length sequels Another Cup of Christmas (Accent Press, 2013), and Christmas in the Cotswolds (Accent, 2014).Jenny’s fourth full length romance novel, Another Glass of Champagne, will be published in 2016.Jenny is also the author of quirky children’s picture books There’s a Cow in the Flat(Hushpuppy, 2014) and Ben’s Biscuit Tin(Coming soon from Hushpuppy) Keep your eye on Jenny’s blog at www.jennykane.co.ukfor more details.Twitter- @JennyKaneAuthorFacebook - https://www.facebook.com/JennyKaneRomanceJenny also writes erotica as Kay Jaybee.

Far from Blind Club - Blind 2 by S.J. Maylee @SJMaylee ~ Release Blitz

Far from BlindClub Blind 2byS.J. MayleeContemporary Erotic RomanceReleased October 15th!
Book Description: Candy Wilson has worked hard to build a life for herself from nothing to something she can be proud of but she can’t catch the eye of the one man who drives her wild with desire. Brad Chambers has everything, always has, except the woman he loves. When a pitch black blind date at the exclusive Club Blind matches the pair together, Candy refuses to believe what she sees and throws up her protective barrier. It’s up to Brad to tear down her walls and get her to see the man who wants only her.
Be Warned: spanking and light BDSM Where You Can Find Far from BlindAmazon | Evernight | All Romance Ebooks | BookStrandThe first review is in! 5-stars from Liz's Reading Life "This story is another sizzling creation from SJ Maylee."
Far from Blind Excerpt: He closed the door behind them and the distinct click of a lock tumbling over echoed around the room. Maybe no showing yesterday was a mistake. If they’d had any chance at all, she’d blown it for sure. How could she expect him to trust her now? The air, thick with unsaid words, closed in around her. It was time to take care of business and escape before she embarrassed herself. “This must be for you.” She held out the envelope. “Thank you.” He took it from her and tore it open, revealing a piece of paper. His cheeks pulled into a little smile, then it disappeared. He maneuvered around his desk and sat. “Do you like me, Candy?” “Of course I do.” She clasped her arms around her middle. The bigger question is what he thought of her before Club Blind and now. “Then why didn’t you show last night?” He pressed his lips together and kept his gaze on her. “To be honest…” “That’s all I’ll ever expect from you.” “I’ll give it to you straight. You don’t want a girl like me.” She blew out a breath as if it could help her raging pulse. Never in a million years would she have guessed she’d want a man to tell her she was wrong. “Is that what you believe?” “Yes.” She kept her focus on him. He gave nothing away. His expression didn’t change, only his fingers tapped on his desk which was irritatingly neat. “Then we have a problem.” He stood. “We’d agreed to meet. I kept up my end.” “And I didn’t.” She blew out a deep breath. “Come here.” She didn’t move. She didn’t take her next breath either. He pointed to the ground in front of him. “Don’t make me ask twice.” She jumped and then slipped around his desk. Damn, he really did smell good. No matter whether it was aftershave or him, the deep woodsy scent turned here on. Everything about Brad turned her on. “Did I ask you to join me at Mistress Charlie’s yesterday?” “Yes, but—” “Do you believe I’m a liar?” “No.” “I don’t think you are either.” He tapped under her chin, lifting her focus back to him. “But I don’t believe you’re being honest with me right now and that’s a problem.” “I’m sorry I didn’t show yesterday.” “I appreciate the admission, but I can’t let the action and the attitude go unpunished.” “What, are you going to spank me?” She chuckled. “I think it’s time.” He tucked some of her hair behind her ear and his touch lingered along the side of her neck over her ugly mole. “Don’t you agree?” “Agreed, Sir.” She leaned back on his desk. It was the only thing holding her up. “Safeword?” “Red.” “Very good. Bend over my desk, please.” “Right here?” She looked around his office. She didn’t find any windows to the hall, but his windows facing the next building were wide open. “You really are pissed.” The corner of his lips lifted slightly. “The windows are treated. No one can see in here.” “Oh.” “You’re stalling.” “Can you blame me?” “You do know I’m an accountant, right?” He tugged on her hair. “We like to add.”
Praise for the first book in the Club Blind SeriesIn the BlindThe Romance Reviews “There is a good mix of heat woven into the storyline, perfect for an erotic romance. With the thrill and excitement of the sex club, the author has created the beginning of an interesting series.”Night Owl Reviews “The beginning of the story leaves you wanting to know more. It has a unique premise. By the end of the first chapter, I was eager to finish the book…the author takes the reader on a wonderful journey” Cocktails and Books “There was humor, some angst, romance, and of course, I already mentioned the incredible sex. You’ll be quite satisfied by the end. I know I sure was.”

S.J. MAYLEE BIO: 

S.J. Maylee fell in love with storytelling at a young age and with it came a deep-seated desire for everyone to find their happily ever after. She’s finding the happy endings for her characters one steamy story at a time. When she’s not reading or writing, you can find her caring for her garden, laughing with her two young sons, or dancing to her husband’s music. She’s a PMP (Project Management Professional), Nia instructor, and coffee addict. As a writer she has a tendency to break hearts, but she always glues them back together.
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When They Return by M’Renee Allen @author_m_renee ~ Reveal Blitz

BOOK INFORMATIONTITLE – DAWN SERIES – When They Return AUTHOR – M’Renee Allen GENRE – Horror PUBLICATION DATE – 11/13/15 LENGTH (Pages/# Words) – 10,000 novella PUBLISHER – Driven Independent Media COVER ARTIST – Driven Independent MediaBOOK SYNOPSISDawn Montgomery is not your average eleven year old.Actually, Dawn is not your average person, period. No matter how many psychiatrists she sees, none of them can explain to her parents why she never feels hot, happy, excited or even hungry. However, there is one emotion Dawn does feel…fear.Every time she looks into the mirror, she feels an overwhelming amount of fear at what’s staring back at her. Her doctors tell her what she’s seeing isn’t real. They say it’s a figment of her overactive imagination. If that’s true, why is this so-called mirage able to touch her, to harm her?And why does it want her to kill… everyone?BUY & TBR LINKS AMAZON KINDLE US AMAZON KINDLE CA AMAZON KINDLE UKEXCERPT“Dawn, dinner is ready,” her mother called again. “Come eat.”She stood up and before she could turn around, her bedroom door began to creak open. She chanted her ‘it’s not real’ mantra, over and over again as she slowly turned around. Her bedroom door was wide open. But no one was there.Moving slowly, she crept over to the door, glancing from left to right, fearing at any moment, the bloody mirage would jump out and grab her. She made it out into the hallway with no problems. In the hall the temperature was normal. She stared over her shoulder into her bedroom. Why was it so cold in there yet regular out here? She strode over to the stairs. Below, her mother and father were talking about his travels.They sounded happy. They would begin singing a different tune once she arrived, especially if she told them what she was seeing and feeling. Dawn gripped the handrail and before she could take one step down the stairs, she felt a cold hand on her shoulder.She spun around and stared into a pair of blood shot eyes.AUTHOR BIOM’Renee Allen is an author of horror and urban fiction. When she’s not writing in those genres she’s busy writing paranormal romance as Siren Allen and Romantic Comedies as Monica Garry-Allen. She resides in southern Mississippi with her wonderful husband.AUTHOR FOLLOW LINKS WATTPAD WEBSITE / BLOG FACEBOOK TWITTER GOOGLE+ PINTEREST

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Hot-Blooded Lust (Federal Agent Chronicles Book 3) by Ravyn Rayne @BlushingRavyn ~ Author Interview with this Prolific Author!

Title: Hot-Blooded Lust (Federal Agent Chronicles Book 3) Author: Ravyn Rayne Publisher: Blushing Books Published: September 4, 2015 Genre: Romantic Suspense, EroticaBOOK SYNOPSISCast in secrets and doubt, an investigation this red-hot is certain to cause an uproar.Agent Joel Connor receives a phone call that friend of the family and fortune teller Grace Stine was murdered. Agent Kaitlyn Rivers joins him along with the Paranormal, Occult, and Ritualistic Crimes Division heading the investigation.Sexy and buxom Agent Emily Carter and tanned well-built Agent Franklin Noble could easily be underwear models. Will jealousy and lust tear Joel and Kaitlyn apart or strengthen their new relationship?Office spankings, lust potions, and fiery romance combine in this romantic erotica.Add to Goodreads Available for FREE with Kindle Unlimited Amazon | Blushing Books
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“Anytime you want to climb on that pole again, Kai, I’m game.” Joel grinned. Wiping that smile off his face seemed near impossible. He’d been teasing me about it since the moment I climbed on top of the bar and danced. 

“You’re never going to let me live it down, are you?” I actually didn’t mind, not that I’d tell Joel. My cheeks burned remembering that night. 

Although I was just doing my job, I knew how turned on it made him. If it weren’t for the fact we were in a bar on duty, I’d have given him a lap dance. Joel’s tongue would have probably hung out of his mouth. Being an FBI Agent was tough work, most of the time. The few moments where I could have some fun and let loose, why shouldn’t I? 

Joel’s lips trailed a soft path of kisses across my jaw. I curled beneath the sheets of his mattress. “Joel, we can’t.” Though I wanted to, I wasn’t quite comfortable with it. The reason had nothing to do with him being my boss. We were over that. “Your kids are in the next room and the walls are thin.” 

“They’re asleep.” 

I laughed. “Yeah, for now. You’re loud. There is no way it won’t wake them up. The neighbors at my place give me slack when I run into them getting the mail.” 

Joel whined and reached for my hip, pulling me against him. “Then why did you insist on sneaking over? You’re such a tease.” 

“I am not!” I playfully shoved his chest. I tried my best to keep my voice down to a minimum. It’s not that I didn’t like his kids, I just thought it was too early for us to be doing weekends together. Which is why I opted to sneak over after they were in bed. I didn’t think ahead to the fact that we’d have to keep our voices down and that Joel was a loud moaner during sex. Not that I was particularly quiet, but he had the tendency to make sure everyone could hear us. 

“Want to play a game?” he asked. His thumb stroked my hip, inching my shirt as the pads of his fingers grazed bare skin. 

“Like Monopoly?” I wasn’t in the mood for board games. 

Joel leaned his head forward, chuckling softly. He reached for me, brushing his lips against mine. I dragged my fingers into his dark, thick hair. “I had something more adult in mind.” 

“Oh?” My hands paused their ministrations, trying to image what Joel would have thought up. He struck me more as a strip poker kind of guy, but we were already half-naked. Where was the fun in that? Joel climbed out of bed and headed for his closet. I whimpered in protest. “Where are you going? 

I’m right here.” 

“I know a game that will be fun for both of us.” He brought one of his work ties out from the closet. 

“If you’re planning on tying me to the bed, you know we have handcuffs for that.” 

“No need. Unless of course you’re naughty. Close your eyes,” he said, and I did so, feeling the tie cover my eyes as he secured it at the back of my head. I was blindfolded. This was new for us. 

My heart skipped a beat. I trusted Joel, but it still made me nervous. “What do you plan on doing?” I asked. 

“Kai, you complained that I’m loud when we have sex. I’m going to make sure that you’re the one making all the noises. Better keep your voice down, I’m not sure I locked the bedroom door."

Title: Grave Misfortune (Palace Secrets Book 3) Author: Ravyn Rayne Publisher: Blushing Books Genre: Historical Romance, Romantic EroticaBOOK SYNOPSISMarried to a gambler and drunk, Helene is the madam for a brothel, where she looks after her girls and services the clientele. When Vincent, a royal guard from the palace, arrives at her doorstep and tries to defend her honor, little does he know she’s both married to the man and a Madam for the establishment. Could things get any more awkward?Hours later, a fire breaks out, putting her life and the girl’s that live with her in danger. Who would wish to set fire to the brothel? Going home to the cottage with her husband hardly seems a viable option.Vincent invites her to court, but can she handle what is in store for her? Not used to taking orders, Helene will have to learn to submit to Vincent, in order to protect her.Add to Goodreads Borrow for FREE with Kindle Unlimited Amazon | Blushing Books
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“Come with me.” Vincent’s tone is sharp and short. “You broke the rules, Helene. There are consequences for not following orders.” He grabs me by the elbow and whisks me into a nearby room, kicking the door shut behind us. 

I slip from his grasp as he blocks my exit. Consequences? Is he out of his mind? I should have known not to trust him and come to court. Not that I felt there was much choice but I could have lied to the king or told him I had a husband to stay with. It might have begged more questions but those I could have skirted. “Let me go!” 

“Not until you’ve been taken over my knee.” 

I scoff at his words. He’s not serious. “What are you going to do, spank me?” I’m half-joking. Rowland wasn’t a prince but he never would have had the strength to discipline me.

MEET THE CHARACTERS IN THE SERIES ON THE AUTHOR's WEBSITEAbout the AuthorRavyn is a sassy, fun-loving, and adventure-seeking young woman. She loves to travel and can’t wait for her next vacation.Ravyn writes romantic erotica. She began writing romance novels in college, spending her down time either reading a book or writing fiction. Please don’t make her choose between the two, she loves them equally.wherever it might be. She has been published professionally since 2013. You can find her young adult books here.Spanking Author | Blog | Facebook | Twitter | Amazon | Tsu | GoodreadsAuthor InterviewHow much do you write per day? 
My goal is 6k words a day. Somedays I can get that done in three hours. Other days it takes 8 or 9 hours to write that amount.

What are you favorite genres to read? 
I love romantic erotica, dystopian (YA or adult), and some fantasy. 

Are you self published? 
Nope. I’m published with Blushing Books, Lazy Day Publishing, and Booktrope. 

What else do you like to do besides write? 
I love photography, reading, traveling, watching television, blogging, and making book swag.

What sport are you good at? 
I used to be good at bowling. I bowled on my high school team and on our college campus in a league for fun.

What show on television are you most looking forward to that’s debuting this season?Good question! There’s two shows I’m really excited about watching. Quantico and Shadowhunters. My days are spent writing and nights are spent relaxing to television or hanging out with friends.

Do you have a favorite board game? 
Settlers of Catan and Pandemic. I love both of them equally.

Which do you prefer: Kindle or paperback? 
Lately I’ve been reading on my kindle. It’s easy to download, I can get samples set to my device, and I don’t have to wait for a book to ship. I do have trouble remembering to charge the Kindle though!

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