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{Release Blitz} Embrace by S Layne @slaynebooks ‪#‎MaEBlogStops‬

Book Title: Embrace (The Affairs Series, #2) Author: S. Layne Genre: Erotic Romance Release Date: May 2015 Hosted by: Book Enthusiast Promotions Liam Parker crash landed into Laurie’s life when everything else was crumbling all around her. Her marriage and career were in pieces and her mind was left spinning. But one touch from Liam, and Laurie could forget everything else around her. She thought she had it all figured out. As Laurie lost herself in Liam’s warm caresses and his commanding blue eyes, her husband refused to go quietly into the night. While Laurie fought to move on, it was James who was working his way back into her life, fighting for the marriage they had once held dear. Forced to make choices she never imagined having to make, Laurie finally found herself on firm footing, knowing which way she was going to turn. But then life threw her another curveball. And when she once again began picking up the pieces, learning how to survive and rebuild after everything exploded, there was only one man still there, one man who remained by her side, showing her that sometimes life isn’t about learning how to survive… It’s about learning how to thrive. S. Layne currently lives in Minnesota with her husband and four children. When she’s not conquering mountains of laundry and fighting a war against dust bunnies and cracker crumbs, you can find her playing with her children, curled up on the couch with a good book, or on the boat with her family enjoying Minnesota’s beautiful, yet too short, summer. She lives off her daily pot of coffee, can only write with a bowlful of Skittles nearby, and has been in love with romance novels since before she could drive herself to the library.

{Release Blitz} Filthy Dirty Secret by Grace Morgan @gracemauthor ‪#‎MaEBlogStops‬

  My unique brand of kink has most women dropping their panties.But not Lola. Which makes her all the more interesting. You know the old cliché that men love the chase? Hell yeah we do. I want her to fight me. Resist me. Because when I finally take her, I’ll have conquered not only her body, but her mind. And to a Dom like me, there is no better victory. This is book 2 in the Filthy Dirty Alpha series, continuing the erotic journey of Lola and Burke, and the dark, and troubling secrets he's been hiding. Book 1 - Filthy Dirty Alpha Book 2 - Filthy Dirty Secrets Book 3 - Filthy Dirty Fate       AMAZON * AMAZON UK AMAZON Grace Morgan is a Midwestern girl who kicked off her snow boots and ran west to the land of sunshine and flip flops. You can find her sipping cocktails with her girl posse, going on epically bad blind dates, and pretending to be prim and proper while she dreams up steamy scenes, alpha bad boys, and sassy heroines.Facebook * TwitterHosted By:

{Re-release} A Debt Repaid by N. Isabelle Blanco @nyddi

      Lex Talionis (n.)- The law of retaliation, whereby a punishment resembles the offense committed in kind and degree.
Two wrongs. One right. He met her under the worst circumstances. She was still married. To the man who'd stolen from his company. But none of that would matter, because he would have her. At any cost.
To Chase Blaine, it really was that simple. Douglas Colton had stolen millions from Chase’s company. He had to pay. Chase had every intention of cornering the bastard and making sure he ended up in jail.
Then he came face-to-face with Douglas’s wife, Aria. One look at her changed all his plans, warping them into a much darker and perverse plot to get his revenge.
He would offer Douglas his freedom . . . in exchange for a single date with his wife.To a man like Chase, a man that hadn’t truly felt emotions in a long time, Aria’s presence soon became more addicting than a drug. A problem considering that she might never forgive him for blackmailing her, despite the fact that at times she seems just as unwillingly fascinated by him as he is by her.
GETTING AWAY FROM CHASE was impossible it seemed.Lori and Adam finished eating, and then they left. Lori promising to call Aria on Monday, so she could drop off Adam in the morning. Aria had almost offered them a place to stay right there. The thought of them returning to the shelter irked her.  Sadly, it wasn’t that simple for Aria. Taking care of Adam one day was one thing. With Douglas still coming and going, and things as they were at home, having Lori stay with her would just make it all that much more complicated.  She didn’t want to put Lori and her kid in an awkward situation just because her husband was a worthless prick.  That meant that the man following her back behind the counter was the only one in any real position to offer Lori help. But why had he done it? And why the hell was he following her?  Aria pushed open the door leading to the service hallway and stopped, waiting for Chase. She crossed her arms and whirled around to face him, indignant and ready to give it to him good.  One second passed. Then two. She blinked. He’d been following her. There was no way she could mistake the feel of him at her back.  Chase walked out a second later. He shrugged into his blazer, looking like a sex icon compared to a regular man. His vest and dress shirt tightened across his chest as he adjusted his suit jacket.  Aria’s arms dropped to her sides.  He came to a stop before her and stared her down with a concentrated, closed-off stare.  She swallowed hard, feeling lost in the shade of that look. Consumed, actually. The hallway—all fifty feet of it—was too small. Chase was too close.  He wasn’t close enough. She was so damned confused. Aria wanted to bash her own head into the wall.  Chase’s lids fluttered. The slow perusal he gave her body seemed almost angry. He was too serious and that expression on his face bordered on becoming harsher by the second. “You don’t have to go on that date with me. I won’t force you . . . and I’ll stick to my word about—” His eyes dropped to her left hand, where her wedding ring still sat on her finger. “Husband.” Aria held in a gasp, feeling her stomach bottom out. He was letting her off the hook, so to speak. Releasing her from their fucked-up agreement.  Promising to uphold his end, even if she didn’t uphold hers.  It was what she’d wanted. What she’d been freaking praying for. So why was she disappointed? The cold sensation in her gut could be described no other way. “Why did you offer to help Lori out?” Aria blurted out. There was no stopping it. She needed to know. Her hands were cold and sweating. She clenched them into tight fists at her sides and watched his expression for any change. There was a change, but not what she’d been expecting. A flicker of frustration momentarily twisted his features, then it was gone.  “She needs help, Aria. From what I gather, she and that kid are in a shelter. No one is going to hire a bruised, stitched-up woman, no matter how impressive her resume or skills are. She needs a job and I’m in the position to give it to her.” Chase glared at her. “I’m not that much of a bastard that I’d turn my back on her. I know that’s what you’re thinking. I’ve already told you many times: I know what I did to you was wrong.” Aria’s lips parted. Chase clenched his fists, obviously fighting with himself. “Aria . . . you don’t have to go anywhere with me. I won’t press charges on Douglas. And you can just . . . just forget everything.” Her mind was in a void of confusion when he turned and began to walk down the hall. Right toward the exit leading out to the street. Her racing thoughts went into warp-drive. He’d just freed her from her end of their bargain, and wasn’t going to go after Douglas.  He’d offered to help Lori out of her situation.  Chase had to be the most confusing, intriguing, and—fuck it all to hell—attractive man she’d ever met.  And he was about to walk out that door. “Chase, wait!” Chase jerked to a stop, one hand braced on the door.  Aria. What the hell are you doing? His shoulders rose and his back tensed, but he didn’t turn in her direction.  He was willing to back out of their agreement and stick to his end of it, without getting anything in return. Douglas had stolen hundreds of thousands, if not millions, from his company; he deserved to go to jail and Chase was willing to let him go free. All for her. It seemed fair that she’d go along with what she was planning to do. At least, that’s what Aria told herself as, heart racing, she took a step toward him. “I’ll go.” That had Chase’s head spinning in her direction. “What?” She opened her mouth, desperate for some air. His expression was almost frightening. But she wasn’t scared. She dared to poke and squint at the emotion she felt, and recognized it for what it was. Exhilarated. Excited. She was starting to feel like an adrenaline junkie. “I said I’ll go.” He started walking back toward her, each step slow and methodical. Brows hard. Eyes dark. He studied her, piercing straight through her with that hard look.  Aria felt exposed. “Why?” Taken aback, she blinked rapidly. “I . . . because, I . . .” Jesus. Fuck. It wasn’t fair. Chase was like a huge vacuum, sucking all the air, and the closer he got, the less she could breathe.  “Why, Aria? You were so angry that I blackmailed you into it. Why would you go now?” That last part was asked in a low, soft tone. He stood a few feet away from her now.  Too damn close. She couldn’t think straight. “Aria.” “It’s fair. You’re willing to leave Douglas alone. I should stick to my end of the deal.” He ignored her blurted out excuse with a shake of his head.  An inch. That’s all that was left between them. Chase’s hands shot up, and he cupped her face between his large palms. The feel of his skin kick started her entire system. She gasped as air rushed through her windpipe. His scent made her throat close right back up. Her body throbbed. Painfully. He pulled her closer, eliminating the last bit of space between them. “Tell me the real reason why.” He took deep breaths, his face tilted toward hers. His eyes probed hers. Too deep. She couldn’t focus past that stare—his scent.  “Aria.” She pressed her hands to his chest. She had to push him away. Now. She couldn’t. Everything inside her was shaken. Everything about her fluctuated wildly, realigning in ways she couldn’t understand. Her atoms seemed to tremble.  For him. Her body was liquefying for him. Chase cupped the back of her neck with one hand. His thumb stroked her. The sensation barreled through every nerve ending in her body.  “I wish I was strong enough, Aria. I fucking do,” he mumbled, voice gone hoarse.  Aria didn’t have a chance to ask him what he meant.  He leaned down. For a split second, she was convinced he was going to kiss her.  And she wanted it so fucking bad. Her body opened up, softening in preparation for that kiss. He stopped an inch away from her lips, eyes heavy-lidded as he focused on her mouth. He was panting. She couldn’t think. His full lips were right there. All she had to do was lean up on her toes. Less than an inch and she would know if he tasted as good as he smelled. If those lips felt as good as— Chase tilted his head and pressed his cheek against hers. He nuzzled her, his jaw sliding across her own with the movement. Aria stared over his shoulder, trapped by—what? Arousal? Confusion? Disappointment? Oh God. All of it. He let loose a deep groan that stole all the sensation from her legs. With a gasp, she clutched at his shoulders. “So warm. Soft,” he whispered, so low she almost didn’t hear him. Against her goddamned will, she felt her focus zero in and become all about him. She had to extricate herself. Get away. But her body wasn’t obeying; her nails had become claws determined to keep him right where he was.  No, Aria. You have to stop this. You have to. She didn’t want to. She wanted more. More of his scent, his smooth cheek pressed to hers, more of him. His lips. His— She pushed at his shoulders. Her attempts were pathetic. Her body wanted, with a desperation it had never wanted with before, and it was determined to have. “I . . . can’t . . .” Chase’s hand tightened around the back of her neck, holding her still so that he could murmur right up against her cheek. “Aria.” Fuck. The feel of his lips. His breath.  The freaking way he kept saying her name! “You have yet to answer my question.” His bottom lip slid across her skin and his tongue touched her as he spoke. That’s because I can’t, you jackass. Oh, if only those words would leave her mouth. She had no idea what the answer to his question was. All she knew right then was the feel of his tongue as it flicked her skin. The feeling palpated across her flesh, sliced through the layers, and slid in deep. She fisted his blazer, feeling faint.  Suddenly, he backed her up, driving her right into the wall behind her. Aria felt her back hit the wall; she expected him to press that large, sculpted body of his into her right after. God help her, she wanted him to. He didn’t, remaining inches away from her, with those lips still pressed to her cheek.  “You want me to answer the question for you, Aria?” Dread raced through her at his low, heated question. She knew that whatever he was going to say, it would hit her too hard, too deep, and way too truthfully.  “I’m going to tell you what I think.” Please don’t. She knew right then how obvious her body’s reaction was. It was too damned obvious.  “I think,” Chase paused, brushing her skin lightly with his lips. Aria shook her head, choking on everything he was and everything he was making her fucking want.  “You feel this between us, Aria.” He kissed her cheek one more time, lingering just enough to drive her wild. “As wrong as everything has been so far . . . You. Feel. This.”  Chase pulled away from her and stormed down the hall. The sound of the door slamming open and closed reverberated through her, mixing with the maelstrom churning in her body.  She sagged against the wall.
a Rafflecopter giveaway NOW FREE FROM MAY 12-15AMAZON * AMAZON UK Isabelle Blanco is the Amazon Bestselling Author of the Allure Series, the Compulsions Series, and many others. She was born in Queens, NY (USA). At the age of three, due to an odd fascination with studying her mother's handwriting, she began to read and write. By the time she'd reached kindergarten, she had an extensive vocabulary and her obsession with words began to bleed into every aspect of her life.
N. Isabelle Blanco spends her days working as an author, web programmer, marketer, and graphic designer. That is when she isn't handling her "spawn", as she calls her son, and brainstorming with him about his future career as a comic book illustrator...
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{Cover Reveal} The Alpha's Justice by Michelle Fox @michellefox #MaEBlogStop

Book Title: Alpha's Justice (Bad Boy Alpha, #2) Author: Michelle Fox Genre: Paranormal Release Date: May 18, 2015 Hosted by: Book Enthusiast Promotions Pre-order today at: Amazon US | Amazon UK | iTunes What’s an alpha to do when he’s found his fated mate, but she reacts to the news by kicking him in the balls?Gretchen Halbmond became a diehard Daddy’s girl the day her mother ran out on them both. She doesn’t believe in love and isn’t looking for it, but when her ailing father is attacked and left bloody by wolves on the wrong side of the law, she goes out in search of what she does believe in: Justice. Sheriff Talon Garde has way too much on his plate. Humans have breached shifters' carefully guarded privacy and are about to go public. If he can’t stop them, what happened to Gretchen’s father is going to be the least of everyone’s worries. More importantly, despite Talon’s rep as a bad ass alpha whose growl strikes fear in the hearts of criminals, Gretchen’s scent makes him go all squishy inside. She’s THE ONE, he’s sure of it. There’s just that small matter of convincing Gretchen it’s pointless to fight fate…and surviving the way she fights it. Standalone novel with NO cliffhanger. NOTE: While this is book 2 of the Huntsville Pack series, all the books are completely standalone. The series does revisit favorite characters, but the plots don’t carry over from book to book, they are resolved at the end of each story.
She gasped when she finally pieced together what she was seeing. Bones. Dozens of them, stripped clean and carefully hung in the brush with rough twine. “Umm, Talon?” She pointed to what looked like a human leg bone. “Yeah.” He turned back to look at her. Following the direction of her gaze, he leaned down and yanked one of the bones free. “That’s not good is it?” she asked. “Nope,” came Talon’s short reply. “But it doesn’t change our plan.” He tossed the bone away and motioned for her to follow him. “Come on. Don’t get sidetracked.” “He decorates his house with dead things,” she hissed at him. “You don’t think that’s a problem?” Talon just shrugged. “These bones are so old, they don’t even smell. It’s not an immediate threat.” He turned back to look at her once again. “Or do you want to wait in the car? Is that it? You’re scared?” Gretchen drew herself up to her full height, which didn’t accomplish much given that Talon was a good head taller than her. Still, she had her pride and he’d just insulted it. She would stand as tall as she could. “I’m not scared. I’m horrified, but not terrified. I’m not going to hide in the car either.” Talon tapped a finger by his eye. “Then focus, Halbmond. This isn’t the time to get lost in the small details. It’s just the two of us against whatever’s going on here. We can’t afford to get distracted.” He walked on, his stride long and full of purpose. Clearly, he didn’t plan on waiting for her any more. Gretchen hastened to catch up to him, not wanting to be left alone with Axel’s gruesome lawn ornaments. They crept around to the back of the house, same as they’d done earlier that night with the human monster hunter. This is getting to be a theme, Gretchen thought. One I would prefer to avoid. She could not wait until this was all over and she could get back into a kitchen. “I’m going to bake a shitload of cookies and cakes when this is over,” she muttered under her breath. By her estimate, she needed to bake a few dozen cookies, a couple of layer cakes and mix some big batches of ice cream to feel normal again. Talon heard her and gave her a puzzled look. “What are you going on about?” “Nothing.” Her cheeks grew hot. “We’re not planning a menu here, okay?” “I know. It’s just…baking is my coping mechanism.” She bit her lip, worrying it back and forth. “Bake me some brownies then, but later, okay? Until we’re done here, can we please stay on task?” he asked, his tone aggrieved. Then, his expression softening, he put a thumb on her lower lip and tugged it free from her teeth. Cupping her cheek in his hand, he ran his thumb over her mouth. “Relax, Halbmond. I got this. It’s going to be okay, all right?” She just nodded, too embarrassed to say anything. Not to mention, the way he’d touched her had been so tender and full of kindness it had rocked her a bit. It set off the same fireworks in her system that their kisses had. Her wolf had perked up, too, very happy with attention from the alpha male she liked so much.
NY Times and USA Today Bestselling author Michelle Fox lives in the Midwest with her husband, kids, the occasional exchange student and two, sweetly disobedient dogs. She loves fantasy and romance, which makes writing paranormal romance a natural fit. Occasionally, she goes through a maverick phase and writes contemporary romance. In her spare time, she's been known to shake her bon-bon at Zumba, make spectacular cheesecakes, hoard vintage costume jewelry and eat way too much ice cream (Ben and Jerry’s Karamel Sutra for the win!). a Rafflecopter giveaway

{Cover Reveal} The Right One by Ariadne Wayne @ariadnewayne #MaEBlogStops

Rebecca Wallace has spent her whole life trying to impress her father. She spent her childhood bouncing between him and her alcoholic mother, never settling.Bored and stifled, she looks for ways to break three. A casual relationship with her next door neighbour becomes her dirty little secret. Elliot isn’t like the boys Rebecca grew up with. He bounces from job to job, and is a part time musician. Her father’s worst nightmare.Rebecca longs to find true love like her friend, Olivia, has. Her last attempt at grown-up romance was blown apart by secrets, and Elliot has secrets of his own. Despite everything, could Elliot be the right one? Loving Rowan (Now FREE) Amazon Three Days Amazon Something Real Amazon The Right One Pre Order Now Ariadne Wayne loves books and lives in Auckland, New Zealand with her husband and two children. Having always had a prolific imagination she now writes the words down instead of storing them in her head where she can't share them.When she's not writing she works in Telecommunications, frequently banging her head on the desk with the random things that can happen to the ordinary phone line. Website * Facebook * Twitter To keep up to date with new releases join the mailing list http://eepurl.com/y7Mjr Hosted By:

Release Day and Giveaway - Red by Jacqueline Noir @jacquelinenoir #MaEBlogStops @thehypepr

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    The first time those haunting gray eyes pinned her, they’d stared at her from the face of a creature that was supposed to only be a legend. A cliché. When Sadie VonRouge moves to Casterton, Oregon to live with her aunt, she expected a sleepy little town; the perfect backdrop for her to start piecing back together her life. She wants nothing more than a normal start to her freshman year of college.Normal is the last thing she’s going to get.The night she was attacked, it’d been a wolf that chased her down. A wolf that tackled her to the ground. A wolf that began sniffing her. Then she’d opened her eyes, and she’d come face-to-face with him.But she was delusional. She knew this. There’d been no man.At least, that’s what she tells herself over and over, even while fighting back the memory of how sinfully gorgeous the man had been, or how viciously he’d growled out that one word:Mine. Sadie doesn’t know what is happening to her, or why she’s beginning to exhibit odd symptoms after the attack. All she knows is that her world has been drastically changed. She has no idea how much, or how serious that man’s claim was. Not until he comes back into her life, demanding the one thing that he owns above anything else.Her. Thrust into a new world, Sadie is going to be forced to deal with a reality she never expected.And a dominating, scary, dangerous male that might just not give her any choice but to accept her new life . . . and the fact that he comes along with it.“You belong to me. I own you. Forever.”

A figure starts to form—gray eyes, straight nose, dark hair, and succulent lips that any woman would kill for. Oh, God. It’s him. Him. “Hello, my sweet Red.” His hand inches up my leg; feather soft caresses that run from my ankle, up to the inside of my thigh. My core quivers. I start to panic. I try fighting the prescription induced lethargy keeping me immobile, but my body won’t cooperate. I can’t move quickly enough. My body feels heavy. What’s happening? Am I dreaming? Help. Someone. Anyone. Why am I dreaming about this man again? My lips feel numb as I try to scream out. He seems to sense my dismay and begins whispering to me in a soothingly hypnotic tone. “Shhhh, sweet Sadie. I will make you better. Have you started to notice the changes with your body? Does your skin tingle? How about your breathing?” The panic sky rockets inside me. He’s describing everything. But how? Every symptom I’ve been experiencing and hiding he rattles off like from a list. His hand is warmer than the water against my flesh. The tips of his fingers are rough and calloused. I try to fight it, but even as my heart thumbs weakly with fear, I realize that my skin is tingling. Each inch of flesh he touches seems to ignite. Heat rolls through me in waves. The panic begins to be dragged into the current. My body replaces the anxiety with something much stronger. The new feelings drown out everything, leaving me weaker. I can’t do anything but stare into his grey eyes, panting. Hungry. AMAZON * B&N a Rafflecopter giveaway Jacqueline Noir lives in Phoenix, AZ with her loving husband, three pups, and her 'small human'.She loves everything paranormal from the movies, television, books, and adventures to haunted places. When she isn't dreaming of werewolves, witches, and all things that go bump in the night, she is busy creating hot and romantic stories that bring to life all these creatures in their most alpha form.Her stories feature kick-butt female leads, hot dominate alphas and a whole lot of wicked trouble. Her love for books has taken from being an avid reader, to a book blogger and now an author.Her debut novella, Red, is the first in the paranormal erotic VonRouge series.Website * Facebook * TwitterHosted By

{Release Blitz} Filthy Dirty Alpha by Grace Morgan @gracemauthor ‪#‎MaEBlogStops

I own Second Circle, the hottest underground sex club in Texas. And ashard as it is, pun intended, I’ve learned better than to fuck with the playthings at my club. It only leads to trouble. But being twenty-seven, well-hung, and a millionaire, coupled with a brand of kink that makes most romance novels look like nursery rhymes, it’s a magnet for pussy.The one exception to that rule seems to be the tight-assed reporter named Lola who joins Second Circle seeking answers about the girl who went missing from my club last year.Her only objective is to solve a mystery, while mine is to fuck her senseless.Good luck, pet, you’re going to need it.Filthy Dirty Alpha is book 1 in a hot new series.Book 1 - May 11Book 2 - May 18Book 3 - May 25 AMAZON Grace Morgan is a Midwestern girl who kicked off her snow boots and ran west to the land of sunshine and flip flops. You can find her sipping cocktails with her girl posse, going on epically bad blind dates, and pretending to be prim and proper while she dreams up steamy scenes, alpha bad boys, and sassy heroines.Facebook * TwitterHosted By:

Dirty Anthology Book Announcement and Giveaway!!! #WannaGetDirty #‪‎GonnaBreakSomeFemales‬

Featuring three filthy tales from K.I. Lynn, N. Isabelle Blanco, and Elena M. Reyes Dirty Words by Elena M. Reyes Summary: ***Mature Audience. Over 18+***Devin Andrews had it all. Everything but the one woman he coveted. He wanted her in the sickest of ways—yearned for those dirty words she used to entice him, drive him mad with hunger...need. Taken from his rib to create perfection, he found love and the one woman born to be his. How far will he go to take ownership of what’s always been his? To what cost? Once with her, how do you seduce a woman you've never met? You don’t. You just take.
Tempt by K.I. Lynn Summary: Dean Sampson can’t stop fantasizing about his intern, Alyssa Lockley. He’s counting down they days until she’s gone and out of his life. It’s not that he doesn't want her, but there’s more than one problem keeping him for taking her and being his intern isn't one of them. First, his co-worker and best friend, Cooper, is her big brother. He’s going through a horrid divorce. Then add in that Alyssa is only nineteen and he’s thirty three, and it all spells disaster for Dean. Will he take the apple from his Eve and succumb to her temptation? Systematic Siege: Provocative Tendencies #1 Summary: He was the player. The most popular guy in high school. In other words, the stereotypical heartbreaker that every girl died for. She was one of the nerds. The outcast teased and shunned by the popular kids in school. In other words, him and his crew. He always wanted her, she just never knew it . . . In order to maintain his popularity, he buried those feelings deep, deep down in the pit of his miserable little soul. That is, until one night he lost control. They both did. Unfortunately, they weren't the only ones that knew it. What his friends ended up doing with the knowledge would scar her for the next seven years of her life. And leave him wrecked, dealing with years of agony because he’d lost her. High School graduation came and went, and they never saw each other again. Now, seven years later, Andrew’s stepped in and taken his father’s place as CEO of his family’s company, Drevlow Systems, Inc. Along with the new position comes a host of perks . . . and a brand new systems genius working as the head of his company’s IT department. An IT genius that just happens to be the one woman he never forgot. She hasn't forgotten him or his reputation either and she wants nothing to do with him. He’s determined to have her—she’s determined to see him burn in hell before that happens. What ensues takes the term War of the Sexes to a whole new level. Rafflecopter with over 30 prizes up for grabs!!!! a Rafflecopter giveaway

{Release Blitz} Spencer by Kerry Heavens @kerryheavens #MaEBlogStops

 
   
@TheSpencerRyan exudes confidence, I mean, have you seen him??? His dark good looks and tattooed muscled perfection are too much. He's hot. Lickably hot. And he has a way with words that leaves me breathless. But cocky doesn't even cover it, this guy is so arrogant you have to fight back. But God he's so lickable! The thing is though, he looks like sex but he'll taste like jackass.@OMGJazzyP is a sexy, annoying ball of rage in fuck-me heels and she hates me. Although her nipples would tend to disagree. It's a deadly combination. She’s a princess. And when I say princess, I mean intolerable, spoiled brat with a tiara. Sure she's got that curvaceous goddess thing going on, but that mouth of hers... God it needs something in it to shut it up. #GotJustTheThingRightHereThis is not your average British romance. It's a tale of high heels, hot tattooed bad boys and sex oranges, all wrapped up in a coating of chocolate. It's 'love' in a social media world, where not everyone is who they seem and where some people’s bios should carry a warning. #JustSayin   He growls, moving closer, putting his beer on the table. “You don’t know me.” He’s right in front of me now. He smells amazing. Dammit. “I don’t want to know you.” He lets out a clipped laugh. “Liar.” “You arrogant piece of shit!” I raise my hand to slap his smug face, but he catches my wrist and pins it against the wall above my head. He leans into me until I can feel his breath against my cheek. It sends unwelcome shivers down my spine. I hate him and I hate what he does to me. My breathing is rapid, but so is his. "Why do you have to be so fucking irritating?" he hisses, through clenched teeth. “You bring out the best in me. Now get the fuck off me before I hurt you." He sneers. "That, I'd love to see, Princess." "Try me," I dare him, turning my face ever so slightly to look in his eyes. I want him to see how angry I am, to see that I really can't stand him. Unfortunately, he is looking at my lips, why is he looking at my lips? Just then his eyes flick up, and for a second, I see just a hint of confusion, before his lips crush against mine with such force an involuntary moan escapes. His tongue forces its way into my mouth and begins exacting its revenge on mine for the nasty things I’ve said. What the fuck is happening? I hate him, but my God I want to fuck him. This is so bad. I need to stop this now. His hand is still pinning my wrist to the wall, so with my other hand I shove at his shoulder, he breaks contact with my mouth for a second grabbing my other wrist and pinning it along with the first in one strong hand. "What do you think you're doing?" I gasp, fighting to breathe. I badly want to fight him, but I need to feel him. “Figuring this out,” he murmurs as his mouth begins to travel to my neck. He bites my earlobe and I cry out. Pleasure and pain, passion and fury, surge through me and I start to fight. Yanking at my hands held securely in his firm grip, I can't help another moan as his hot, breathless kisses work their way down my neck. His free hand snakes into my top and yanks down the cup of my bra. "Figuring what out?" I pant. "I hate you and you hate me, it's perfectly easy to understand. Ah!" His fingers pinch my nipple hard. "If you hate me, why are you panting like a dog in heat?" he says as he sinks his teeth into the soft skin of my neck and bites hard enough to leave a mark. "Fuck!" I growl, the pain just increases the damned pleasure. I fucking hate my body for its betrayal. "Don't flatter yourself," I spit. His head dips lower and my top is lifted up, then his mouth is on my nipple. At this point I'm screwed; my nipples are my weakness. I moan loudly and lose myself for a second in the sensation. He bites down and I cry out. Then realisation floods back in. I wriggle to get out of his grasp again, but he holds me tighter. His hand stills my hips and I freeze as it slides around my arse and up, under my skirt. I try again to get free of him as his busy hand pushes my skirt up around my waist. "Why fight me?" His fingers travel around my thigh. "Why? Because I hate you, that's why." “You want me, you can’t deny it.” “In your dreams,” I start to protest, but his fingers find their way to the front of my knickers and slip inside. All the air leaves my body as his fingers slide across my clit and then sink inside. "Liar!" he purrs, working his fingers. I whimper. I’ve never been so turned on, or so at odds with myself. "If you hated me," he pulls his hand away, leaving me to sag with disappointment, "you wouldn't be this wet." His fingers force their way into my mouth, coated with my need. This display of dominance has a shiver running through me, and without thinking, I suck at his fingers and groan. He smirks. “Face it, Princess, you want me." I do. No. Shit. I don’t. He lets his fingers slip from my mouth and stares at me with a look of triumph, like he has me right where he wants me. "You're a pig," I whisper, "you make me sick." "Yeah?" he challenges. "Yeah," I breathe. Then, he presses himself against me. Ho-ly fuck.
               

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{Book Blitz} Steeling My Haart by Lizzy Roberts @Authorlizzy #MaEBlogStops

Book Title: Steeling My Haart Author: Lizzy Roberts Genre: Contemporary Romance Release Date: March 13, 2015 Hosted by: Book Enthusiast Promotions Eight years ago a tornado devastated the community of Glen Springs. That same night my heart was torn to shreds when he left. Now, all I have to live for is work. I’m successful and have a good life, just like he wished. So, why am I so unhappy? A tragedy is bringing me home and I’m now finding my well ordered and successful life hurled into a whirlwind of uncertainty. The biggest threat of all comes in the shape of Charlie Haart, the number one reason I have stayed away from Glen Springs for so long.
Emma had begun to finally relax. She leaned her pale face up towards him and slowly began to kiss him, much to his surprise. He could feel the gratitude and emotion flooding through her kiss to his lips. She began to deepen the kiss and slowly moved her cool and clammy hands up and under his shirt, gently tracing up his defined stomach ending at his muscled chest. It felt amazing. Groaning heavily, he pulled himself away with everything he had, “Em, please don’t start anything you don’t want to finish, sweetheart. I want you so much. I want to do this more that you’ll ever know, and it’s killing me, but I’m not doing this here, not tonight. Not our first time together. I wanted it to be perfect for you and this isn’t. This… this is just not the time and place, sweethe…” and before he finished she was on him, straddling across his thighs kissing him more fervently than ever before. He could feel her heat through their layers of clothing, heating a spot on his thighs through the warmth she was emitting. She was obviously turned on by the passionate kiss. His pants started to pull tight over his now uncomfortable groin. He almost came undone when she began delving her tongue deep into his mouth, giving him full access to hers. He greedily took everything she had to give with his mouth and offering her as much in return. She pulled away, breathing heavily as she looked right into his eyes. He felt everything else melt away as he knew she saw right into his soul. His heart skipped several beats as he returned her gaze. Heat radiated from between her legs and felt like it was searing his thighs through the layers of cotton between her and his bare skin. The immense effort it took to restrain himself caused him incredible discomfort as his nails dug hard into his fisted palms and the skin of his knuckles stretched taut over his bones. Pleading and gazing at him with such passion and need in her eyes, she whispered, “I totally disagree, Blaze. You have just saved my life, and I want this now more that I have ever wanted anything else.”
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30 - something Mum of two from the North of England (Yorkshire to be precise AKA Gods own Country) who regularly seeks refuge in fictional characters minds. Prefers the hot and hunky men with a romantic side but not averse to a dominant man, nor ones with a dark side too! She decided, after much persuasion from both her friends and especially her husband to pursue her dream of one day publishing her own book! So after much deliberation (and nagging from him indoors), her first book Steeling my Haart due for release March 2015! a Rafflecopter giveaway