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[Giveaway] The Nines by Dakota Madison and Sierra Avalon #MaEBlogStops

Book Title: The Nines Author: Dakota Madison & Sierra Avalon Genre: Romantic Suspense Release Date: April 12, 2015 Hosted by: Book Enthusiast Promotions USA TODAY BESTSELLING AUTHOR Dakota Madison and Sierra Avalon team up to bring readers a new breed of antiheroes…THE NINES. Vengeance is mine not the Lord’s. It’s what I breathe for. It’s what I’m still living for. I live for the moment when I will literally have his eye for mine. It’s been two years. Two long and difficult years, but my plan is nearly complete. When I’m not in a hospital having doctors try to repair my ravaged body I spend my time on the computer, doing hacking jobs for large corporations and governments who don’t want to get their hands dirty or be associated with a job if things go sideways. But they don’t have any reason to worry. I’m meticulous, so I’ll never get caught. Just one thing stands in my way: The mysterious young woman without a past who desperately wants to be part of my future. I just need to figure out why… THE NINES is an ongoing romantic suspense series. Each book can be read as a STAND ALONE NOVEL or as PART OF THE SERIES. AUTHOR’S NOTE: THE NINES is meant for mature readers. The novel contains graphic violence and sexual situations. If an avenger comic book and a romance novel got married and had a child it would be THE NINES. Vengeance is mine not the Lord’s. It’s what I breathe for. It’s what I’m still living for. I live for the moment when I will literally have his eye for mine. It’s been two years. Two long and difficult years, but my plan is nearly complete. When I’m not in a hospital having doctors try to repair my ravaged body I spend my time on the computer, doing hacking jobs for large corporations and governments who don’t want to get their hands dirty, or be associated with a job if things go sideways. But they don’t have any reason to worry. I’m meticulous, so I’ll never get caught. I have the one thing that most people don’t. Time. After I was burned it was difficult for people to look at me and when they did, it was with pity or disgust, often both. Even my own mother. I don’t want anyone’s pity. And I have enough disgust towards myself to last five lifetimes. So I left everything I’ve ever known and started over on my own. Now I spend my days and nights in the small home I inherited from my aunt when she died. I would never have chosen to live next door to a large state university. It’s often loud and there are young people everywhere. It’s a constant reminder of everything I lost. I don’t feel young anymore. I feel like an old man trapped in a twenty-year-old body. If wisdom is the gift of tragedy I’d rather be ignorant. I rarely leave home. It’s amazing what you can have delivered to your door these days. When I do need to go outside, it’s always at night and I always wear a mask. Not like the ones kids wear on Halloween. It’s more like the one that the Phantom of the Opera wore, but my mask is black and was specially designed to cover the burn scars on the left side of my face. My latest job is for an Eastern European mob family. Modern day computer espionage has given a whole new meaning to the term “mob hit.” There’s no blood, no violence, just five million dollars vanished from several off-shore accounts in the blink of an eye. And I get fifteen percent. Not bad for a few weeks’ work. Is it wrong to steal from criminals? I call it karmic justice. I don’t take jobs that could hurt innocent people. I only wrong people who have wronged others. I have the luxury of a hefty bank account and very few needs. I don’t need to work another day my entire life and I wouldn’t want for a thing. But I need to keep my mind occupied. So I take hacking jobs that interest me and I take university classes online. Having online discussions with my virtual classmates gives me the illusion of having friends and a social life. I realize it’s a poor substitute, but it’s the best I can do given my situation. I try not to dwell on the past. The person I was, Mr. Popularity, the Class President, the Homecoming King, died the day my body burned like a barbeque on the Fourth of July. My life now is in the shadows. Living with the fringe dwellers on the edge of humanity. I often feel like a man whose body has died, but his mind hasn’t caught up to that fact yet. When my computer roars I know I have an incoming message. It’s from one of my contacts in China. I get a lot of work from the Chinese. I don’t speak Chinese and don’t have the patience to learn, so I use an intermediary to broker the deals. He gets fifteen percent of every deal he mediates. I hear the familiar buzz of SKYPE and when I click on the icon Xiang Yuan appears on the screen. He’s young, probably just a few years older than me, but much better dressed. He always wears five hundred dollar suits and I’ve never seen him wear the same one twice. “I can get you eight hundred thousand,” he says. I don’t reply right away. I like to play things cool. He continues. “With your skills this job won’t take more than one week. Who else will pay close to a million for one week’s work?” “The Russians immediately come to mind,” I reply. “And they’ll slit your throat if you don’t deliver on time. We have much more patience than that.” I give a hearty laugh. “You guys are saints. You’d never slit a hacker’s throat. Maybe I should tell that to Jenks. Oh, wait. I can’t. You killed him.” “Jenks got sloppy. That’s one concern I never have with you. You’re too meticulous.” I shake my head. “You’re just saying that because you need me to take the job.” “You’re the best person for the job,” he corrects. “I’m the only guy you’ve got left.” “Nine hundred thousand. But that is the final offer. Do we have a deal?” I nod. “We have a deal.” “Good. Let me know when the job is completed.” “Don’t I always?” Xiang Yuan doesn’t bother with a reply. He simply disappears from the screen. I don’t need the money, but it’s an easy job that will probably only take a few days’ work. They’re offering close to a million for it. It’s not something I can refuse. I rise and take a stretch away from my laptop. Sometimes it starts to feel like an appendage and that’s when I know I need a little time away from it. I step into the kitchen and make a fresh pot of coffee. While it’s brewing I glance out my kitchen window. My aunt liked to garden and the backyard is like a small sanctuary. I like to look at the plants and flowers, but I can’t be bothered with the maintenance. I have a gardener who comes by once a week to trim and weed and do whatever else needs to be done to keep it looking nice. I’ve never actually met the man, but I leave a check in an envelope for him under a mat on the back porch. From my kitchen window I also have a slightly obstructed view of the small street I live on. The fact that it’s Macedonia Boulevard and my name is Alexander is a coincidence that is not lost on me. The house is one block removed from one of the major thoroughfares the students frequent, so it’s not as noisy as it could be for being so close to campus. I’m still just a few blocks away from some of the dorms and much of the off-campus housing. I’m surprised to see a beautiful girl, carrying a backpack, stop right next to my house. I have no idea who she is, or why she’s stopped there, but she looks lost. Her long, dark hair moves slightly in the breeze and when it finally blows away from her face I can see her magnificent brown eyes and perfect pink lips. If my wishes came true and I was finally dead I know I’d be looking at the face of an angel. I shouldn’t be standing in front of my window in the daylight staring at her. If she turned at just the right angle she could see me, and that wouldn’t be pretty. It would probably traumatize her. I need to move away from the window, but I can’t. I’m completely mesmerized by her. When she looks at the street sign then looks up and down the block again there’s little doubt in my mind that she’s lost. I want to tell her that she’s just a block from campus. She hasn’t wandered too far afield. But I can’t leave the house, especially not in the daylight. I know as soon as she took one good look at me she’d probably run away screaming before I even had a chance to utter a word. As she heaves a large sigh my gaze is immediately drawn to her chest. She’s wearing a pale pink sundress that fits like a glove and accentuates all of the lovely curves of her petite body. For a few moments I think about what it would be like to have my hands on her body. To touch her in the most intimate of ways. To run my fingers along her perfect, unblemished skin. Then I chide myself for even giving in to those thoughts. There’s no use in imagining what I can never have again. Access to a woman’s body is something I lost forever. No woman would ever consider being with someone as damaged and disfigured as I am. I considered my life over the day that half of my flesh was burned off of my body. The doctors working on me didn’t think I would live. They called it a miracle that I didn’t die. I call it a life sentence with no chance of parole. I realized pretty quickly that my life had irrevocably changed. What I didn’t really understand until much later was the impact my injuries would have on the other people in my life. It wasn’t until my high school girlfriend, Sara, was finally allowed to visit me that reality punched me in the face and knocked my teeth out. Sara and I had been together for over a year when it happened. She would have been burned just like me if she didn’t have a doctor’s appointment that morning and arrived late to school. Her allergy shots kept her from dying in the blaze, or even worse, surviving it like I did. She told me that she loved me nearly every day we were together. She was supposed to be my soul mate. We were supposed to spend our lives together. But when she saw me in the hospital for the first time after the school bombing it was like she didn’t know me. When she looked at me all the love vanished from her beautiful brown eyes. It was like she was looking at a complete stranger. That was the moment I knew my life as I had known it was over. Sara never came back to visit me and I never saw her again. I spent my senior year of high school being homeschooled because I was in and out of the hospital so much. I’m smart and was always a good student so I finished all of my work early and started taking college classes in January of what was supposed to be my senior year of high school. I traded in my high school prom and senior graduation parties for a life of worldwide hacking jobs and built my reputation as one of the best in the field of cyber espionage. For a brief moment I panic because the girl standing outside my house turns to face me and for a second it’s almost like she can see inside of my house and she’s watching me. But I know it’s not possible. If she really had caught a glimpse of me she would have already backed away in horror, wouldn’t she? The girl just looks puzzled. Her head is cocked like she’s trying to figure something out. Then I see her walk towards the front of my house. I hurry out of the kitchen and into the living room. I move the curtains on the front windows the slightest bit so that I can just make out what she’s doing. She’s standing right outside on the front walk way, staring at my front entrance. What in the world could she possibly want with me? Then it occurs to me. Maybe it’s not me she wants at all. Maybe she’s one of my aunt’s former students. She looks down at a small piece of paper in her hands and then looks back up at the house. It’s almost as if she’s trying to decide whether or not she should walk up to the front door and knock. I’m not sure what I’ll do if she does decide to knock on the door. It’s broad daylight. I only have deliveries come at night, when it’s difficult to see me, and I always leave the lights off, obscuring their view of me even further. I hold my breath waiting to see what the girl will do. Just when I think she might make her way up to the door she takes off down the road instead. I breathe a small sigh of relief that I don’t have to deal with her at the door. But in a small way I also feel a twinge of disappointment.    USA TODAY BESTSELLING AUTHOR Dakota Madison and Sierra Avalon team up to bring readers a new breed of antiheroes…THE NINES. Vengeance is mine not the Lord’s. It’s what I breathe for. It’s what I’m still living for. I live for the moment when I will literally have his eye for mine. It’s been two years. Two long and difficult years, but my plan is nearly complete. When I’m not in a hospital having doctors try to repair my ravaged body I spend my time on the computer, doing hacking jobs for large corporations and governments who don’t want to get their hands dirty or be associated with a job if things go sideways. But they don’t have any reason to worry. I’m meticulous, so I’ll never get caught. Just one thing stands in my way: The mysterious young woman without a past who desperately wants to be part of my future. I just need to figure out why… THE NINES is an ongoing romantic suspense series. Each book can be read as a STAND ALONE NOVEL or as PART OF THE SERIES. AUTHOR’S NOTE: THE NINES is meant for mature readers. The novel contains graphic violence and sexual situations. If an avenger comic book and a romance novel got married and had a child it would be THE NINES. a Rafflecopter giveaway

[Giveaway and Book Blitz] Playing the Part by Lynn Rae #MaEBlogStops

Book Title: Playing the Part (Love Around the Corner, Book 3) Author: Lynn Rae Genre: Contemporary Romance Release Date: March 23, 2015 Hosted by: Book Enthusiast Promotions     Independent Melanie Sheraton has to hustle for odd jobs in her small town to eke out a living. When the opportunity to act as a driver for some movie folks comes up, she jumps at the chance to earn an extra paycheck. What she didn’t bank on was one of her passengers invading her imagination, something she resists since no movie star would ever be interested in her. At a crossroads in his professional life, action star Thomas ‘Wheeler’ Locke is in Ohio for a role he hopes will launch his career in a new, serious direction. Instead of concentrating on his acting, he finds himself growing more and more distracted by his feisty driver and her irascible ways. Dancing around the attraction growing between them, both Mel and Thomas struggle to maintain their distance as the time for filming grows short. Will a reunion at the movie’s London premiere bring them together, or will their disparate lives keep them apart?   She sighed and grumbled and got out of the car. He followed her to the steps at the entrance, skirting a green metal sculpture by Robert Murray, and they made their way inside. The hush and calm of the museum atmosphere settled around him like a hug as he paid their admission and accepted a gallery guide from the attendant. “You wanted to see the Bellows pieces,” Mel said as she unfolded the guide, obviously determined to continue navigating for him. “They’re upstairs in Gallery G.” “That’s not all I want to see,” he warned her as she trudged up the broad steps, passing a large and aggressive Lichtenstein. “There’s a Winslow Homer here and a Chihuily.” “It’s a really nice piece. If you’re interested, there’s lots of Chihuily at the Franklin Park Conservatory,” Mel added and then frowned at some fuzzy photographs at the top of the stairs. “You like Chihuily?” “You don’t have to sound so surprised.” “I’m not surprised. It’s just not what I expected.” “The unexpected is usually surprising.” Mel seemed irritated with him again. “I appreciate art.” Now that was a pleasant personal detail. “What’s your favorite piece here?” “It’s hard to say.” Now, she put on a vague air, her eyes unfocused as she stood in front of a soft-looking printed textile. She was probably thinking about Larry and maintaining professional distances again. Too late, he wanted to tell her. “Tell me about one.” Sighing as if she was in actual pain, Mel stared at him from under her eyelashes. “That’s really personal.” “I don’t think Larry would consider discussing art preferences to be improper. Is Larry a passionate art collector? Does he develop instant likes and dislikes of people based on their favorite French Impressionists?” Mel snorted. “I’m pretty confident Larry has no strong opinions about any sort of Impressionists. I have a feeling that the Pirelli Tire Calendar is as sophisticated as he gets.” “Don’t knock it, those photographs are great.” The Herb Ritts one was brilliant, but Terry Richardson’s was awful, to be fair. “They’re lovely. I was trying to imply it wasn’t the photography that he admired.” Mel considered him as she folded and unfolded the gallery guide. “You probably hung out with those models at some fabulous Italian villa, didn’t you?” “I don’t make enough money for women like that to notice me. I’m sure they are nice women, but they are definitely in a different social stratum. Oil money and inherited titles.” Crossing her arms, she gave him a balky stare as she tilted her head. Why showing him artwork she liked was too intimate, he wasn’t sure. He wanted to see something she appreciated and then entice her into talking about it with him. Every interchange with her made him more curious, and every little fact he gathered about Mel Sheraton resided in a deep part of his brain. “You’re going to stand here until I show you, aren’t you?” He nodded, trying not to let on he was enjoying himself. Thank God he was an actor. “Just walk over and stand next to it. You won’t actually have to tell me anything, just act adoring.” “Adoring? I don’t think I’ve adored anything in my life.” Mel radiated skepticism as she raised her chin and watched him as if he was going to throw a spitball on board her bus. “Try it. Live a little,” he coaxed her and hoped he didn’t show how much he enjoyed provoking her. “I’m walking away now.” Shrugging her shoulders, Mel headed down the marble lined corridor, illumination from the skylights blazing in her twisted bronze hair. She was wearing a skirt today, and her calf muscles flexed very distractingly as she walked. As she made a left into a gallery, he lost sight of her for a moment, and then found her standing in front of a stark Edward Hopper. The barely dressed woman in the painting looked anxious as she sat on her plain bed and stared out the window. Clean lines, clear color, and a sense of tension; it was impressive. “What’s she thinking about?” Thomas asked quietly, staring at the melancholy woman painted decades before. “She’s thinking about all the work she has to do that day and hoping that she has the energy to manage it,” was Mel’s equally quiet reply. Thomas stopped studying the art and glanced over at the woman standing there next to him, hardly looking adoring but certainly weary. “You’re probably right. Let’s keep looking around.” He didn’t want the painting’s sad mood to infect them. Mel glanced over at him. “Do you want to see another one of my favorites, or am I too much of a downer?” “I can handle one more. Then we need to see something with some life in it.” She walked away again, not waiting to see if he followed. Sculptures on plinths watched them go by until she came to a halt in front of a dark canvas covered by vibrant splotches of colored fireworks shimmering down toward their reflections in the water. It was unusual and magical, and he sighed when he saw it. “Now that’s lively.” “That’s why I like it,” Mel said, tilting her head as she inspected it. “It makes me think of mysteries. Everything is obscured, uncertain. I think the artist wants us to wonder about how it might be good to go toward the bright light, but it also might be better to stay in the dark. Should we go into the unknown, or is it safer to be still, to avoid challenges and change?” Thomas thought about that for a moment as he tracked orange and red and pale coral brushstrokes through the gloom. “I want to know what’s hidden. How about you?” “Me too, even if it’s sometimes a disaster.” They shared a quiet moment of accord. He hated to break the mood, but if he didn’t, he’d begin to wonder what she had hidden under her clothes, and that would be a disaster. “So you don’t see this and think ‘Oh, cool, fireworks!’?” “No, I don’t. Should I?” Thomas shook his head, very entertained by her. “Think what you want. That’s why it’s art and not a math test.” Mel bobbled her head back and forth as she considered this. “Why are we here looking at art? I have to say if you’d asked me what I thought you’d do on a day off, this never would have crossed my mind.” A personal question! He was making progress with the self-contained Mel Sheraton. “I minored in fine arts in college. My major was drama.” She peered at him, and he was again shaken by the light in her serious grey eyes. What was going on in there? Why did she always appear as if there was an elaborate scene playing inside her head? “What did you do? Artwise?” “Drawing, mostly.” “Do you do it anymore?” “When I can.” Nodding with apparent satisfaction, she turned back to regard her rocket’s red glare painting. “What did you think I did on my days off?” “Work out. Go to trendy restaurants with beautiful and fascinating people. Evaluate what your stylist picked out for you to wear. Lie by a pool in the sun with a drink.” He laughed at the images; it seemed he wasn’t the only one who’d had a few preconceived notions. She grinned and turned away from the painting and started to amble through the gallery, pausing in front of a few canvases but not stopping for long at anything in particular. “The only one of those I do consistently is work out. But I have to for my job and my health, so it’s not really much fun. My trainer is mean to me.” She turned her mouth down in pretended sympathy but didn’t pull it off. Mel wasn’t really an actress, which was incredibly comforting. He hadn’t realized how nice it was to be around a person with little pretense. Not especially relaxing, since she could suffer an outbreak of irritation at any moment, but still, it was genuine when she was upset. Or happy.    Lynn Rae makes her home in land-locked central Ohio after time spent in the former Great Black Swamp, beside the Ohio River, and along the Miami and Erie Canal. With professional experience in fields ranging from contract archaeology to librarianship along with making donuts and teaching museum studies, Lynn enjoys incorporating her quirky sense of humor and real-life adventures into her writing (except the naughty bits). She writes sci-fi, contemporary, and historical romances. You can find her posting frequently on Facebook at https://www.facebook.com/lynnraewrites or at her webpage http://www.lynnraewrites.com/ a Rafflecopter giveaway

[Release Blitz] Mr. Right Now Volume Three by HJ Bellus @HJBellus #MaEBlogStops

   
Let the sin continue… Cole Sterling racks up plenty of frequent flyer miles in his sinful style behind closed doors with the women and men of LA. Night after night, he dulls the stress of being the lead Sterling by getting lost in his own desires. His favorite number is three, and he doesn’t discriminate when it comes to partners. Pleasure is pleasure, and his drug of choice to distract him from Made To Sin being behind schedule and his brothers’ debauchery.Cole called it the West Coast curse as an inside joke, but when he realizes he’s made the biggest mistake of his life and may lose his best friend, not to mention the woman who stole his heart, he becomes a firm believer in the curse.-This is a four-part erotic serial.- Not suitable for readers under 18. http://bit.ly/1PB3NgZ (will be sent when available) AMAZON AMAZON
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[Giveaway and Release Day] Two Wrongs Make a Right by Ann Everett @TalkinTwang #MaEBlogStops

Book Title: Two Wrongs Make A Right Author: Ann Everett Genre: Contemporary Romance Release Date: April 16, 2015 Hosted by: Book Enthusiast Promotions All Quinn Dorsey wants is a white picket fence fairy tale. But after another failed relationship, and her biological clock ticking double time, she's decided happily-ever-after isn't in the Tarot cards. Forget Cupid, it's time to take matters into her own hands. A simple seduction should do the trick, but then everything that can go wrong...does!Dak Savage isn't interested in commitment. He's been burned by women before - lied to, used, even shot. Hell, he considers women a curse and has one rule he never breaks - don't pick up women in bars. But when he agrees to a guys' night out and meets up with feisty, fast talking Quinn, his rule shatters like a dropped shot glass. A one night stand turns into a long weekend and as Quinn tries to abandon her ridiculous scheme, she finds herself nose-to-nose and toe-to-toe with the best mistake she's ever made. The doorbell tinkled as the patron left, and Raynie locked the door behind him. “Ooh, hurry. Come here. There’s Rico.” Quinn spun around. “Who’s Rico?” “The tattoo parlor guy.” Quinn moved to stand beside her friend and froze in place, staring out the front window. Tattoo Man swung his leg over the Harley, as if dismounting a pommel horse worthy of a perfect ten. He removed his helmet, strapped it to the cycle, and threaded fingers through long, dark hair. Tribal tats began at his biceps, ran up his shoulders, and disappeared beneath a sleeveless black leather vest. He wore tight jeans, faded in all the right places. He adjusted his junk and went inside his shop. Quinn drew a ragged breath. “Lord Jesus. He’s…he’s….” “Yeah,” Raynie whispered. “The word you’re searching for is hot. I can introduce you.” Quinn clutched her throat, and wondered how just the sight of a guy could make her nerve endings crackle, because she had some serious electricity running through her. “I wouldn’t know what to do with him.” “That’s the beauty of it. He’d take care of the doing. Oh, I almost forgot. How’d the date go?” “It didn’t. He stood me up. Can you believe that?” “That’s awful. Rico could make you forget this horrible evening.” Raynie let out a long, dramatic sigh, then flashed a grin. “Why haven’t you been with him?” Her smile widened. “Who says I haven’t?” Quinn scrunched up her face. “Ewww. Then I’m not interested for sure. I have a strict moral code. I don’t share penises with friends.” Ann's been married to the same man since dirt. She hates talking on the phone. Loves shopping at thrift stores. A really sharp pencil makes her happy, and she's glad wrinkles aren't painful.She lives on a small lake in Texas. a Rafflecopter giveaway

[Giveaway and Book Blitz] The Wolf King by L. Kirk @Bonnie_Bliss #MaEBlogStops

Book Title: The Wolf King Author: Bonnie Bliss as L. Kirk Genre: New Adult Paranormal Romance Release Date: April 2015 Hosted by: Book Enthusiast Promotions Rebecca Daniels wanted a simple life. A future with college, a husband, and 2.5 kids—she never really anticipated living the life of a shifter—because she couldn't shift. When a handsome Alpha rolls up into town on his big black Harley and sets his sights on Becca, all her careful non-werewolf plans are blown sky high.Lachlan Kelley always knew Becca was his mate, but the slight age difference puts a damper on that plan. Until he returns, not just for her, but as the King of the California packs. With the harvest moon quickly approaching, and his need to claim her taking him over--it's only a matter of time before they both succumb to a primal hunger.Can a wolf that can't shift and the Wolf King find their happily ever after? Or will a close enemy ruin everything?Genre: New Adult Paranormal RomanceWarning: This novella contains content that is not suitable for readers under the age of 18.Word Count: Approx: 27,000 He laughed and swung the bike around to overlook the reservoir on the other side—the side only state employees were allowed to access. It was lower than usual, California being in a drought and all. But it was quiet and I needed quiet. He stopped his bike and I slipped off quickly. The damned man was quick and swiped a big ole’ paw at me, but I was fast too. I swung around in a single graceful movement and laughed as I so easily evaded him.My heart was pumping, my adrenaline was rushing through me. I wanted to run so bad I could taste the thrill of him chasing me. I swung around and he was there. His arms came up and slammed forward into a tree at the same time my backpack cushioned the impact.“Whoa, buddy. I’m not that kinda girl.” My voice was breathless.I glanced up and his eyes glowed a bright amber hue that made my pussy clench tight. He was breathing hard. His fingers gripped the tree trunk next to my head and bits of bark fell away.“You’re on dangerous ground, little red,” he snarled against my ear.I didn’t move. I was frozen in place as I looked up at this beautiful beast that wanted me. I could smell it now that he was so close.I tipped my head to the side, allowing him full access of my throat. He didn’t even hesitate as his nose skimmed the sensitive flesh. He nipped at me and I squealed. I shoved at his chest and it was like trying to move a brick wall.“Now you’re walking on dangerous ground, big bad,” I whispered.“I’m walking right where I want to be.” His tongue came out and swiped along the throbbing pulse in my neck. “I can smell you, little red,” he taunted me in a sing-song rumble. “I can smell that wet little pussy. I bet it’s just dripping in fresh cream for me.”Gulp.Shit was getting real. Bonnie Bliss is the brain child of two authors. Bonnie is a husband and wife duo who have come together to weave stories of passion, action, betrayal, and ultimate surrender. They have discovered that mixing genres is their thing. Their tastes go dark, and they love to twist up sweet stories and make them a bit more tense and sexy. Bonnie writes in multiple genres with plans to dabble into more areas of fiction.One is a Southern California native, the other was born and raised in Yorkshire, England. The husband spends his time giving the wife alpha males with bite. He is a man that needs to see his world in print. He has a panty melting accent, loves listening to music, watching Game of Thrones, and obsessing over Heisenberg. The wife spends her time writing strong women that evolve into their power, they don’t just come out guns blazing. She claims the song California Girls, by Katy Perry is totally accurate. She’s done everything from waitressing, customer service phone rep., Corporate Real Estate, and spent a pretty impressive part of her life working for the Disney Corporation—before finding her way into the publishing world with her husband. a Rafflecopter giveaway

[Blog Stop] Twist Series by L.L. Collins @AuthorLLCollins #MaEBlogStops

What if your soul is so intertwined with someone else's that it's impossible to imagine yourself without them?Blake McIntyre and Liane Kelly’s families have spent their vacations together on Sanibel Island their entire lives, and the two have always been the best of friends. But as they get ready to go to college, they admit that friendship isn’t enough for them anymore and spend a whirlwind two weeks daring to dream of their future together. But building sandcastles and lazy beach walks filled with moonlight kisses isn't the same as real life, and soon they are faced with a new reality. Can their hope of forever survive past their summer, or does fate have its own twisted plan?
Stepping into the warm water with her, I need her like I need my next breath. I snake my arms around her and pull her to me. I can’t stop the groan that comes out when her wet skin hits mine. I’m a guy; I know all about showers. However, a shower with Liane is beyond my wildest fantasies. Our tongues come together as I step us backwards and press her gently into the wall, hoping it’s not cold. She doesn’t make a sound, so she either doesn’t care or it’s warm enough. I smooth her wet hair away from her face as I deepen our kiss, tilting my head so I can tell her everything I want with my mouth. She moans, her hands finding me and making my eyes roll in my head. Yeah, this entire night is going to be what saves me for the next few months, thinking about all of this right here. I slow down our kiss and pull away, putting my lips at her ears. “Wanna race?” I tease. I love playing with her; it’s one of my favorite things to do. “Race?” She looks at me, a gleam in her eye. “We’re starting a new kind of race?” Her hands are still caressing me, and I can barely form words at the sensation. “Yeah,” I mutter, putting my hands over hers so she will stop for a second. “We’ve raced our whole lives, right? It’s part of who we are. So why not have a race now?” “What are we racing to?” She looks me up and down, her eyes stopping at the evidence of my desire for her. I lean over and whisper in her ear, and she giggles, looking up at me with wide eyes. “Really? And what does the winner—or loser—get?” I wink at her. “The winner gets to pick the next location.” She gets exactly what I mean, and I see the competitive gleam come into her eye. “Well, let the best man—or in this case, woman—win,” she says. All I know is, I’m not losing because I already have the grand prize. Her.  
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If now reviewing please delete Life is a series of choices, and every one we make sends us down a different path…It is easy to look back at your life and see the mistakes you’ve made and wonder how it all could’ve been different. But when the path you thought would last forever comes to an end and you have to choose a new one, do you follow the route that looks the straightest and easiest? Or do you follow your heart and choose the one that might have more twists and turns but could lead you to the happiest tomorrows? Twisted Paths is not a standalone. This is meant to be read after book one in the Twisted series, Twisted Souls .
The first thing I notice is that the man is seriously beautiful. His body is cut and sculpted like he spends hours a day in the gym, and even in the dim light from the pool deck, I can tell he’s tan. His board shorts hang low on his hips, and the defined cuts of muscle on his chest and abs is enough to send women running to him and dropping at his feet. Had I been a single woman, he would definitely be my type. My eyes lift past his impeccable body to the face and head that’s attached, and that’s when my heart completely stops. I must’ve gasped out loud, because I feel Mia turn and look at me as he gets closer. I feel my mouth drop open as his eyes meet mine for the first time in years. “Blake.” He stops in his tracks, both of us staring at each other for what seems like every moment of the time we have been apart. I can’t believe he’s standing here, and had it not been for Mia standing next to me, I might’ve thought I was dreaming.  
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If not reviewing please delete LL Collins is a teacher who loves spending her days in the Florida sun with her husband and boys, reading, and writing. Her love of writing has found a home in the self-publishing world. The Living Again series: Living Again, Reaching Rachel, Guarding Hearts, Finding Forever, and Breaking Free: A Living Again Novella are available now in both eBook and paperback. The beginning to her new series, Twisted Souls, was released March 3, 2015 and the second and final book in the series, Twisted Paths, will release April 7, 2015.LL has been writing since she was old enough to write. Always a story in her head, she finally decided to let the characters out to try to make her lifelong dreams of becoming an author come true. She has been a teacher for over ten years, a wife for 15, and a mom to two boys, 13 and 11.
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[Giveaway and Release Day Blitz] Entice by S. Layne @slaynebooks #MaEBlogStops

Book Title: Entice (The Affairs Series, Book 1) Author: S. Layne Genre: Erotic Romance Release Date: April 13, 2015 Hosted by: Book Enthusiast Promotions When the most difficult decision of Laurie Baker’s life needed to be made, she took off for a weekend alone to weigh her pros and cons and consider all her options. What she didn’t expect was to run face first into one more complication her life didn’t need. Distracting, sexy, and British, Liam Parker offered Laurie exactly what she needed when she was desperate for attention. One night of pleasure. She wanted it. She craved it. She took it. And when the sunlight dawned and the lusty haze of one night of passion disappeared and reality revealed itself… Laurie returned home knowing that everything she had once believed, everything she had once loved and desired, was about to be tossed upside down and shaken in a way she could never imagine.
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.
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[Giveaway and Release Day Blitz] The Devil's Gate by Rue Volley @RueVolley #MaEBlogStops

Curiosity can be a dangerous thing. In Abigail Watson's case, it nearly ended her life.After a brush with death, Abigail is reminded of just how short life can be...then she meets Jack Landon, the mysterious heir to the Landon fortune and her savior from a certain death. Jack's needs are very defined, and his ability to seduce with ease draws Abigail into his dark world. One taste of him on her lips and she is consumed with a desire, a willingness to submit and let him take the gift that she has protected for so long. [image error]
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Rue Volley resides on Earth with her husband, Von Erik, and their two pug sons, Momo and Oshi. She is an award winning author, graphic artist, and screenwriter. She is also the Creative/Marketing Director for Crushing Hearts and Black Butterfly Publishing, and co-owner of Lovebites Production Company, which specializes in Dark Fantasy Films. 
Rue released her first film, Hellhound, in November of 2014. She is currently working on two more films, 'The Devil's Gate' and 'Into the Never'. 
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[Cover Reveal] Lust by Leddy Harper @LeddyHarper #MaEBlogStops @PRThehype

   Lust… My darkness was born in it. Her secret was created by it. My job was immersed in it. It would either ruin us or save us.My name is Caden Morgan, and I am a sex surrogate. After years of seclusion and fear-induced abstinence, Ivy Jaymes came to me to fix her. Her love of erotic books brought her out of hiding and into my office. I had done this sort of thing hundreds of times… but she was different. Ivy’s secrets threatened my own. Her darkness paralleled mine. And my obsession for her was sure to break me.Could we heal each other with love? Or would we end up decimating one another with Lust? https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vG1qL-VxKHc Leddy Harper had to use her imagination often as a child. She grew up the only girl in a house full of boys. At the age of fourteen, she decided to use that imagination and wrote her first book, and never stopped. She often calls writing her therapy, using it as a way to deal with issues through the eyes of her characters. She is now a mother of three girls, leaving her husband as the only man in a house full of females. The decision to publish her first book was made as a way of showing her children to go after whatever it is they want to. Love what you do and do it well. Most importantly Leddy wanted to teach them what it means to overcome their fears.Facebook * Twitter Hosted By:

[Giveaway and Blitz] Courting Destiny by Lilly Granson @lillygranson #MaEBlogStops

Book Title: Courting Destiny Author: Lilly Granson Genre: Victorian Romance Release Date: January 2015 Hosted by: Book Enthusiast Promotions Introducing Mr William Bryce the 2ndDestiny Blaine is about to meet the man of her dreams. The handsome and very eligible Mr. William Bryce of Cumberland has just rejoined society after his return from service in the Royal Navy. Word has it that he is finally ready to fulfill his obligation to find a wife and future mistress for Cumberland Manor. There are plenty of eligible young ladies to vie for his attention, after all who wouldn't want to be the future Lady of Cumberland? Destiny is different though, she cares not for titles and the trappings of wealth, but despite this, she finds her fondness for Mr. Bryce growing into something much deeper. That's where her troubles begin, William's growing affection for her has not gone unnoticed, and what neither of them realize is that some young women will do whatever they can to get what... and who they want.
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Lilly Granson is a Canadian author starting out on her writing adventure after years honing her skills as a freelance writer. Courting Destiny is her second novel.



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