★Available Now In Audio ★ Seth ( Damage Control #3) by Jo Raven


★Available Now In Audio ★
Title: Seth ( Damage Control #3)
Author: Jo Raven 
Genre: Romance 
Performed By: Ava Erickson & C.J. Mission
Published By: Podium Publishing 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Life is a b*tch. Keeps screwing me over, and I take blow after blow, sucking it up, giving her the finger. Don’t get me wrong: I love women. Especially one woman – Madeline. She’s gorgeous, she’s sexy, she’s goddamn perfect. Plus – minor detail – she has a boyfriend already.
Not that she’d want anything to do with the likes of me. Apprentice tattoo artist, former homeless person, covered in ink, without a penny to my name. And sort of cursed. I mean, I’d be lucky to run into a girl, any girl, on my way in and out of hospitals with the way life has been knocking me about lately.
But I’m not lucky. Never was. Doesn’t look like that’s gonna change any day soon, either.
Until the day the girl of my dreams literally runs into me. With her car.
Life hates me, and if this isn’t a clue, then I don’t know what is.
Standalone novel. No cliffhanger.
Warning: this book contains graphic language, sex, and violence. Mature listeners only. Not intended for young listeners.
 
 
 
 
 

 

 

 

 

 
Jo Raven is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author, best known for her series Inked Brotherhood and Damage Control. She writes edgy, contemporary New Adult romance with sexy bad boys and strong-willed heroines. She writes about MME fighters and tattoo artists, dark pasts that bleed into the present, loyalty and raw emotion. Add to that breathtaking suspense, super-hot sex scenes and a happy ending, and you have a Jo Raven® story.
 

 

 
 
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New Release & Giveaway: The Right Kind of Reckless by Heather Van Fleet

Title: The Right Kind of Reckless
Author: Heather Van Fleet
Genre: NA/Contemporary Romance
Release Date: November 7, 2017 

I’m in love with a woman I can’t have, and there’s absolutely nothing I can do to stop myself from falling.

The problem? Her brother’s my best friend.

I shouldn’t want her this much. Not when it goes against the bro code. Not when I’ve never been able to commit to a woman for longer than a night.

But one look into her eyes and I’m a mess for her. She’s my everything. And I have to walk away with nothing.


MAX
“Maxwell Martinez, do you not like to be tickled?” She jabbed a spoon at me, and I plucked it out of her hands. Her legs were parted, and more than anything I wanted to take advantage of the space, whether there was a possibility of being tickled or not.

 

“No.”

 

She jumped off the counter. “So…” From behind me, she pressed her soft tits against my back, only to sneak her hands under the bottom of my shirt to touch my stomach. “If I did this”— she trailed her nails down the front, and I shuddered under her touch— “then it wouldn’t bother you?”
I jerked my hips back as she did it again, my breathing unsteady. “Nope.” I turned around and grabbed her by the waist, only to slide my tongue across her neck. 
“Eww, stop.” She shoved me away with a giggle.

 

I smacked her ass, then pointed to the counter. “Now get your cute butt back on the counter and watch your man work.”
She laughed but pulled back, doing as I asked. “You suck.”
I poured lemon cake mix in with the eggs and whipped cream I’d put in the bowl. “Cooking is an art form. If I get distracted, I’ll fuck up.”
For a while after that, she got quiet and just watched me. The two-person project had soon turned into a one-person job. I liked teaching her how it was done though.

 

And pretending to speak in a French accent put a smile on her lips that I couldn’t stop staring at. For Lia, I’d always act like a dumb-ass if it meant I could see her sweet grin.

 

Once the cookies were on the cookie sheet, ready to be put in the oven, I turned to look at the mess, finding her eyes on mine yet again. Something shifted inside me at her look, even more than before.
I needed to kiss her. Again.
I took my time moving closer, my hands drifting up her bare thighs. She shivered but made no move to push me away. Maybe she needed this too. When I finally stood between her knees, I took a deep breath, thanking God for the small things—like Lia’s patience, my second chance, and a few more silent hours alone.
“What do you see when you look at me, Lia?” I tipped her chin up, forcing her to meet my stare. “Tell me.”
“Let’s see…” She tapped her finger against her lips. “I see someone who’s smart and sweet, with a great ass.” 
I squeezed her thighs, urging for more. “What else?”
Her smile fell a little, but the happiness in her eyes didn’t budge. It was my goal to keep it there. “I see someone who’d do anything for the people he loves.”
I lifted my hand, using my thumb to wipe a bit of flour from her cheek. “That it?”
Goose bumps spread across her bare arms, and I pressed my hands up higher.
“I see a friend, and an occasional smart-ass who can make me laugh.”
Eyes shut, I lowered my forehead to hers. “You see all that in me?”
“I see more.”

 

I pressed a soft kiss to her cheek. “I see those things in you too.” And then some.
I saw her as my best friend, dressed in white, with a veil on her head and flowers in her hands. I saw her swollen and round with my son or daughter, even though I knew she wouldn’t be ready for either of those things for a long while. Still, the vision was there in my mind, and I knew without any doubt that I’d wait forever to make it happen if I had to.
She shook her head. “Want to know what else I see?”
“Tell me.”
“I see the only man I’ve ever loved.”

 

I lifted one hand and stroked the spot by her ear. “I don’t know what I did to deserve you.”
Tears were in her eyes, but this time I knew they weren’t from fear or pain or anger. They were for me. 
They were happy.
“You gave me hope when I thought it was lost.”
“You know, I’ve probably loved you since the day I came home from my last tour. Since I saw your blue eyes light up with recognition when you saw me in my gear at the airport that day.”
“I saw you first.” She grinned so widely that my heart skipped. “Even before I saw my brother. I felt like crap about it because he’s blood, and you were like this… this fascinating memory I thought I’d conjured up. But then you weren’t.”
I held my breath as she continued in a rush, “You were coming down that long hallway, a backpack slung over your shoulder. Your hair was buzzed, and your face was all tan and scruffy.” She stared over my shoulder, her eyes half- glazed with the memory. “You looked so handsome.” I laughed. “Hadn’t slept in thirty-six hours. Not sure how I looked handsome.”

 

“You smiled when you saw my dad and my mom.” 

 

“I smiled when I saw you too.”
Her eyes continued that sparkle thing they did, lighting up with every word I said. “Yeah, but then you took one look at Chloe as Collin tugged her into his arms, and it’s as though everything in life made sense to you again. You looked so complete for someone who’d just gotten back from war.”
That day, I couldn’t keep my eyes off Lia either. She’d looked so different from what I remembered. Stronger, angrier, feistier. There were bits of that pink mixed in with her black hair. But her eyes were the same. They were so big and wide and blue, and filled with love for her parents and her brother and Chloe too. I remember thinking to myself that I wanted someone to look at me the way she looked at her family—like I was all that mattered.

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Heather Van Fleet is a stay-at-home-mom turned book boyfriend connoisseur. She’s married to her high school sweetheart, a mom to three girls, and in her spare time you can find her with her head buried in her Kindle, guzzling down copious amounts of coffee.

 

Heather graduated from Black Hawk College in 2003 and currently writes YA, NA, and Adult contemporary romance. She is published through Sourcebooks Casablanca with her Reckless Hearts series. Along with being an author, Heather also serves as a foreign rights assistant agent through Inklings Literary. She is represented by Stacey Donaghy of Donaghy Literary.

 

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CHASTITY FALLS REBRAND & RELEASE ANNOUNCEMENT BY L A COTTON

CHASTITY FALLS REBRAND & RELEASE ANNOUNCEMENT
BY L A COTTON


Chastity Falls is almost three, and to celebrate the series has been given a brand-new look!

What’s more, in January 2018 we’ll be taking one last trip to Chastity Falls.
That’s right. The brooding silent mystery Dennis Hayes is finally getting his own book. Read on for more details…

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Reading Order
Book #1 Loyalty and Lies
Book #2 Salvation and Secrets
Book #3 Tribulation and Truths
Book #4 Redemption and Regrets (can be read as a standalone)
Book #4.5 Penance and Promises
Book #3.5 Affliction (can be read as a standalone)
Book #5 Absolution (can be read as a standalone)

 

 


Earlier this year, Affliction ( Dennis and Cassie’s novella set during the timeline of Ana and Jackson’s story) was published as part of a charity anthology. Well now it’s live on all platforms and can be read as a standalone or after Tribulation and Truths.

Affliction Blurb

Dennis Hayes knows all too well that his life is no place for a relationship. He’s at Chastity Falls Academy to play football and do his job. Not meet girls or have fun. But some rules are meant to broken, and the second his lips touch hers, Dennis knows he’s going to break his most sacred one: never let your heart rule.

Cassie Malson watched her friend’s life fall apart at the hands of The Fallen—Chastity Falls Academy’s football team. She never expected to end up in the same position. The lies. The sneaking around. Telling herself it’ll all work out in the end. Because deep down, Cassie knows if she isn’t careful, he’ll bury himself so far in her heart she might never recover.

They’re from different worlds.

They want different things.

It can never work.

Can it?

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Author of mature young adult and new adult novels, L A is happiest writing the kind of books she loves to read: addictive stories full of teenage angst, tension, twists and turns.

Home is a small town in the middle of England where she currently juggles being a full-time writer with being a mother/referee to two little people. In her spare time (and when she’s not camped out in front of the laptop) you’ll most likely find L A immersed in a book, escaping the chaos that is life.

 



I loved this book! Wicked Beginnings by LA Cotton! (Giveaway!)

Wicked Beginnings (Wicked Bay #1)
BY L A COTTON
The first book in a brand new YA/NA crossover series from the author who brought you Chastity Falls
Lo thought moving to Wicked Bay was the worst of her problems, but as life begins to unravel around her, she’s going to find out it’s only the beginning…

 



*** BONUS SCENE ***

 

“Oh my God.” Lo’s face paled
as her eyes swept over my bloody and bruised face. I knew I looked a mess,
hell, I felt it. Pain radiated through me. Burned in my bones. “What did you
do?” Her bottom lip quivered.


“You should see
the other guy.” I forced a smirk. Now I was standing here, I wasn’t sure what
the fuck to do … or say. I left the warehouse and drove straight home. But
before I could stop myself, I was outside the pool house.


“Maverick.”


Christ, my name on
her lips was like salve to every tender spot—and there was a lot. But I
could see the hesitation in her eyes. The confusion. And I didn’t blame her.
I’d barely looked at her since we kissed, let alone talk to her.


My eyes flickered
past her, to the pile of cardboard propped by the door. “When do you leave?”
The words stuck in my throat and Lo shrugged, her gaze still fixed on my face.


“Dad thinks it’ll
be the end of next week.”


A week and she’d
be gone.


Why did the idea
hurt so fucking much?


“You should let me
look at that.” She motioned to my face, and I moved inside and perched on one
of the stools, my body crashing fast.


It was always the
same. After a fight, I felt high on the adrenaline coursing through my veins.
But it never last long.


She gave me a
small nod and disappeared into the bathroom at the back of the pool house. When
Lo returned, she froze, the small first aid kit clutched in her hands. But that
wasn’t what caught my attention. It was the thin t-shirt covering her body,
barely hiding long toned legs. I hadn’t noticed before, too surprised that she
opened the door. But now I noticed.


And now I
couldn’t. Stop. Staring.


Fuck, she was
something else.


I’d tried to
ignore her. Tried real fucking hard. But she was everywhere. In the hallway at
school. In the house. Across the yard.


When I realized
she wasn’t going to move, I said, “Got any pain meds in there?”


Lo nodded,
retrieving some tablets she handed me a glass of water. Our fingers brushed and
a bolt of lightning shot through my chest. What the fuck was that? My eyes
widened, focused on where our hands joined, then slowly I lifted my face to hers. 


Did she feel it
too?


The pull?


The flow of energy
between us?


It was like no
matter how hard I tried to stay away, external forces were determined to push
us back together.


“Thank you,” I
said breaking the awkward-as-shit silence, and Lo blinked with a tiny shake of
her head,


“This will
probably sting.” She pulled a couple of wipes free and moved closer.


“I’ve felt worse.”


Steadying herself,
hand on my shoulder, Lo studied my face and then started cleaning the cuts.
Slow and steady, pressed close to me. I could feel her. Every touch. Every
breath. The pain was still there but so was something else. Something I hadn’t
felt since that night on the beach.


“Fuck,” I hissed as
she moved over my cheekbone. The guy I fought tonight had got in a good
couple of right hooks. But I welcomed the pain. It dulled out all the other
shit.


“Sorry,” she
whispered, easing off the pressure. “Why, Maverick? Why do you do this to
yourself?” 


My spine went
rigid. “Don’t.”


“This one probably
needs stitches.” Lo changed the subject and I relaxed a fraction, adding, “No
doctors, I’ll live.”


“Maverick…”


Without thinking,
I smoothed my hand over the curve of her hip and around her waist, dragging Lo
between my knees. But she pressed her hand against my shoulder. “Stop.” 


I pulled back
slightly forcing her to look at me. Questioning her with my eyes. Didn’t she
realize I needed this—needed her?


“What are you
doing, Maverick?”


“Don’t you ever
just want to forget?” I’d asked her the same thing that night last summer. Did
she remember? Did she think about that night as much as I did?


She stared at me,
wide-eyed and lips parted slightly, as if she couldn’t understand.


“Lo,” it came out
barely a whisper. I sounded like a pussy. But I was tired. So fucking tired. Of
pretending. Of trying to ignore her. Of all the bullshit with my father. I just
wanted one night of freedom. One night where I could breathe.


Lo ignored me,
continuing to clean my face. When the last band aid was applied, her fingers
lingered over my eyebrow and then she was pulling away, letting cool air
replace her warmth. But I caught her wrist. “Look at me, London.”


“I should—”


“You should what?”


“Go, I should go.”


She tried to move but
I tugged her closer, opening my legs wider until she was nestled between them.


“Maverick, stop.”


I raised an
eyebrow, studying her. She said one thing, but the flush of her cheeks, the
quickened rise and fall of her chest suggested another. I leaned in closer, my
mouth ghosting over her shoulder. “You’re saying one thing, but your body is
saying another.” My fingers slid to the hem of her t-shirt and I twisted the
material dragging her closer, brushing my knuckles over her thighs.


Lo’s breath
faltered but she managed to stutter, “What about Caitlin?”


“She’s no one to
me,” I ground out, annoyed she’d brought her up. This was our moment. One
perfect untainted moment. It was more than I deserved but I was selfish bastard
and I wanted it.


All of it. Every
undeserved second.


“And I am?” Her
voice was small.


“You know you
are.” My lips hovered on her neck. I wanted nothing more than to suck the skin
there. To taste her, properly.


“But?”


“But we can’t be
together.”


Lo’s whole
demeaner changed. She nodded stiffly, yanking free of my hold, but I was
stronger. My arms looped around her waist drawing me back in. And then I was
kissing her.


She must have felt
the shift the second our lips met because her hands slid around my shoulders
and she clung onto me like I was her air. 


“I’ve wanted you
since that first day in the kitchen,” I murmured into her mouth.


“Oh God,” she breathed
out as my hand skimmed down her legs, trailing around to the apex of her bare
thighs, dancing over the thin cotton material. Her body tensed as if she was
having second thoughts. But nothing about this was wrong. It was too easy. Too
fucking perfect.


“Stop thinking,
London.” I traced a path down her jaw and neck. Biting. Sucking. Teasing. While
my thumb rubbed lazy circles over her warm center and my dick strained against
my sweat pants. “One night. Give me one night.”


I wanted so much
more but she couldn’t know that. She could never know that. And I didn’t want
to think about tomorrow or the day after or next year. I just wanted this.
Here. Now.


Lo clung tighter,
and I responded. In one swift movement, I slid off the stool and picked her up,
crushing our bodies together. Eyes locked on hers, I walked us into the
bedroom. 


This was
happening.


And I was going to
imprint every kiss, every touch, every moan to memory. Because whether she
realized it or not, Lo made things easier. Just being in the same room as her,
calmed me. I couldn’t explain it and I didn’t understand it but we were
connected. And if this was all I could have with her, I intended on making the
most of it.


Consequences be
damned.


 

 

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Author of mature young adult and new adult novels, L A is happiest writing the kind of books she loves to read: addictive stories full of teenage angst, tension, twists and turns.

Home is a small town in the middle of England where she currently juggles being a full-time writer with being a mother/referee to two little people. In her spare time (and when she’s not camped out in front of the laptop) you’ll most likely find L A immersed in a book, escaping the chaos that is life.

 



Chapter Reveal & Giveaway – Sick Fux by Tillie Cole  

 

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When Ellis Earnshaw and Heathan James met as children, they couldn’t have been more different. Ellis was loud and beautiful – all blond hair, bright laughs and smiles. Heathan was dark and brooding, and obsessed with watching things die.
The pair forged an unlikely friendship, unique and strange. Until they were ripped apart by the sick cruelty of others, separated for years, both locked in a perpetual hell.
Eleven years later, Heathan is back for his girl. Back from a place from which he thought there was no return. Back to seek revenge on those who wronged them.
Time has made Heathan’s soul darker, polluted with hatred and the thirst for blood.
Time has made Ellis a shell of her former self, a little girl lost in the vastness of her pain.
As Heathan pulls Ellis out of her mental prison, reviving the essence of who she once was, down the rabbit hole they will go.
With malice in their hearts and vengeance in their veins, they will seek out the ones who hurt and destroyed them.
One at a time.
Each one more deadly than the last.
Tick Tock.

Dark Contemporary Romance. Contains explicit sexual situations, violence, disturbingly sensitive and taboo subjects, offensive language and very mature topics. Recommended for ages 18 and over.

 

 

Prologue

The first time I met Heathan James he was picking the wings off a butterfly. When I asked him why, he turned his light gray eyes my way and said, “Because I want to watch it die.”
I watched as his gaze rolled back to the squirming wingless insect in his hand. Watched his lips part as the sad creature withered and died in his palm. A long, soft breath escaped his parted lips, and a victorious smile tugged on his mouth.
I once heard of the theory that the simple flutter of a butterfly’s wings, a tiny perturbation, that merest whisper of movement in the air, could start the process of building something much bigger; a tornado, devastating thousands. A tsunami crushing iron-heavy waves onto sandy shores, obliterating everything in its path.
As I looked back on the moment we met, this introduction to Heathan James, the man who became my entire world, the pulsing marrow in my bones, I wondered if his deadly act of ripping the wings from the bright blue-and-black butterfly started such a perturbation in our lives. Not a tsunami or a tornado caused by a simple flutter, but something much darker and more sinister, caused by stripping a beautiful creature of its ability to fly, to thrive. A path of destruction no one saw coming; the sweetest, most violent deaths carried out with the gentlest of smiles on our faces and the utmost hell in our hearts.
Heathan James was never the light in my life, but instead a heavy eclipse, blotting out the sun and anything bright, bringing with him endless, eternal night and murderous tar-black blood pumping through my veins.
Heathan James was the genesis of my soul’s reawakening . . . a soul not meant for peace, but one handcrafted for death and murder and blood and bones . . .
Soulmates forged in fire, under the watchful gaze of Satan’s mocking eyes.
Heathan.
Ellis.
Just a couple of sick fux . . .

 

 

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Tillie Cole hails from a small town in the North-East of England. She grew up on a farm with her English mother, Scottish father and older sister and a multitude of rescue animals. As soon as she could, Tillie left her rural roots for the bright lights of the big city.

After graduating from Newcastle University with a BA Hons in Religious Studies, Tillie followed her Professional Rugby player husband around the world for a decade, becoming a teacher in between and thoroughly enjoyed teaching High School students Social Studies before putting pen to paper, and finishing her first novel.

Tillie has now settled in Austin, Texas, where she is finally able to sit down and write, throwing herself into fantasy worlds and the fabulous minds of her characters.

Tillie is both an independent and traditionally published author, and writes many genres including: Contemporary Romance, Dark Romance, Young Adult and New Adult novels.

When she is not writing, Tillie enjoys nothing more than curling up on her couch watching movies, drinking far too much coffee, while convincing herself that she really doesn’t need that extra square of chocolate.
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New Release: Dad’s Barista by Amelia Wilde

 
 
Title: Single Dad’s Barista 
Author: Amelia Wilde 
Genre: Contemporary Romance
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
He’ll give her more than just a sip.
 
My first and only goal moving into this small town is to crush the local competition with my brand-new coffee shop.
 
At least, that’s my plan when I move back to Lakewood with my baby daughter. Step One: Open my new shop. Step Two: Dominate.
 
The other shop in town will go down the drain like a melted frozen mocha on a hot day, and I don’t care.
 
Until I meet Ellie Collins, the barista working behind the counter at the coffee shop across the street.
 
I catch her twerking when she thinks nobody’s watching…and once I’ve seen her drop it low, I have to have her in my bed. Or on the counter. Or the floor.
 
We’re supposed to be enemies. In the light of day, our businesses are locked in a battle to the death.
 
But at night, I can’t stay away…
 
Single Dad’s Barista is a steamy full-length single dad novel with adult language and an HEA that will have you buzzing with love like a piping hot mug of your favorite coffee drink.
 
 
 
 
 
 

 

 
 
It smells so good in here.
 
Dash steps to the side and puts the tray carefully down on a cooling rack propped up next to the stovetop. He takes the oven mitt off and lays it next to that, then picks up a spoon from a tile spoon rest and pokes it into a frying pan. Meat is sizzling in spaghetti sauce. It’s not from a jar, I can tell that much. After a moment he puts the spoon back down and turns back to me.
 
“You thought this was a sex date?”
 
I nod, speechless still from my embarrassment.
 
“What gave you that impression?” He steps closer. The air between us heats up. I want to fan myself with my hand. “I said I was cooking, didn’t I?”
 
I swallow hard. “Yeah, but you—” I cut my glance down at the front of his shorts. “The store—”
 
He looks down at his tented shorts and nods. “It’s a dead giveaway, isn’t it? My fault, in a way. I saw you pull in and watched you get out of the car.”
 
“You watched me step out onto the driveway and that—”
 
“That’s what happened,” he says, moving closer still.
 
We stand that way for several heartbeats. His breath is in my ears. Is that his heartbeat, or mine?
 
“I liked it earlier,” I whisper, putting my hands up on his chest as if I’d never taken them away in the first place.
 
“Are you sure?” he murmurs, bending down to speak directly into my ear. “We’re always going to be working against each other, you know. I’m going to open my shop.” There’s a breath of a pause. “Even if you beg.”
 
The word beg is hot between my legs, a jolt of pure desire. “I’ll never beg you for anything,” I say, brushing my lips across the side of his neck. He smells like safety, like cooking and a recent trip to the shower, like he’d never have a reason to run away, even if something truly fucked up happens. That kind of thing has happened to me before. It could happen again. That’s why I’m working in Lakewood. But I can’t think of that now.
 
The coffee shops drop away into the corner of my mind that I usually reserve for shit I don’t care about, like actually drinking coffee and horror movies. I press my lips into his skin a little harder as his hands slide around my waist, tugging me into him that last inch.

His hand comes up to my chin, tilting my face up until our lips are almost touching. I forget that I spoke until he answers me, his words melting the rest of my thoughts away.
“We’ll see about that.”
 







 
 
 
 
Amelia Wilde doesn’t always write about billionaires, but when she does, they’re alphas with hearts of gold and panty-dropping good looks. She doesn’t always write about small-town men, but when she does, they’re too hot to handle and good with their hands. She always writes about sexy heroes who go after what they want and heroines with enough spark and drive to power an entire city. She always wants the perfect happy ending. She will always accept free cookies. 

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New Release: The Darkest Hour by S.M. Soto

 


Title: The Darkest Hour
Author: S.M. Soto 
Genre: Romance
 
 
 
 
 
 


 


Aliza Anderson’s whole world imploded three years ago, in a devastating accident that took her entire family. Her life is now filled with the lingering pain and tearful memories that continue to haunt her day and night. She’s merely existing. Barely living. Barely breathing.

She picks up her semblance of a life and leaves a small town in Pennsylvania that holds nothing but painful memories and the excruciating weight of guilt for her past transgressions. With her pain like a black shadow lulling her into the darkness she finds herself more vulnerable than ever in a new city across the coast. San Diego, California.

In one of the most desirable cities in the world, she crossed paths with a man whose intensity frightened her and blue eyes captivated her. The alluring stranger was none other than the handsome, well- known playboy, Chase Roland. He’s irresistibly charming, and intensely domineering. Aliza doesn’t want to feel. She can’t. It’s safer that way.

Aliza’s already imperfect world is turned upside down when she finds herself drawn to Chase forcing her to reopen old wounds that haven’t properly healed. Through her chink of armor, Chase Roland finds a way into her cold heart, rekindling her ability to open up and love again. Soon enough, Aliza realizes she’s not the only one broken; hiding a past filled with guilt and secrets.


 
 
 
 
 


 
 
S.M. Soto was born and raised in Stockton, California where she currently resides with her son. Her love for reading began when she was just a young girl, and has only continued to grow into adulthood. S.M. lives for reading books in the romance genre and writing novels with relatable characters. She refers to herself as a bit of a romance junkie. S.M. loves to connect with readers and eat copious of donuts that will surely lead to her demise (carbs are life). 


 
 
 
 

 

 

 

Cover Reveal: Reckless by Michelle Horst


Title: Reckless 
Author: Michelle Horst 
Genre: Romance 
 
 
 

 

 

 
I was in love with the boy. I’m obsessed with the man.
Logan is my older brother’s best friend.
My teenage years were spent dreaming about our future together.
He taught me how to kiss. He stayed up late with me while I studied. He escorted me to the prom. 
But he is one of the Screw Crew and they only have one rule. I’m off limits.
I went to college and he started working. The secret messages stopped and I lost my first love before it even had a chance.
I’ve spent the past four years trying to forget the only man I’ll ever love. Just as I start to make a life for myself, guess who comes barging back into my life?
 
 
 
 
Michelle Horst is a Bestselling Romance Author who likes her books hot, dirty, and with a touch of darkness. She loves an alpha hero who is not scared to fight for his woman.  

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New Release & Giveaway: The General’s Desire by Tess Summers

Title: The General’s Desire
Series: San Diego Social Scene, Book 2
Author: Tess Summers
Genre: Romance, Military Erotica
Release Date: October 17, 2017
When it comes to Ron Thompson– his career, the Marines under his command, his women – he’s in charge. Period. The sooner Brenna Roberts realizes that, the better.

Ron
I’m a decorated Marine general who doesn’t have time for relationships. I’ve tried –they just don’t work out—and I’ve never lost sleep over it. Then I meet her. Brenna is easily the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on. The first time she blushes under my stare, it’s game over. She’s going to need to learn that I’m in charge and trust that I always mean what I say, because I’m not letting her go.

Brenna 
When Ron offers me a drink at the Sterling’s wedding reception, I have no idea that he’s a military star on the rise; I just know he’s the walking definition of masculine—that translates in the bedroom (and couches, counters, tables…) as the best sex I’ve ever had. The more time we spend together, the more I’m convinced he’s hiding something – or someone—and I’m not going down that road again. He can say anything he wants, but actions speak louder than words.

This is Book 2 in the San Diego Social Scene series. Each book is a stand-alone with an HEA and no cheating. It is intended for mature audiences only, as there is adult content and language and situations that some may find offensive.

AMAZON

Tess Summers is a former business woman and teacher who always loved writing but never seemed to have time to sit down and write a short story, let alone a novel. Now battling MS, her life changed dramatically, and she has finally slowed down enough to start writing all the stories she’d been wanting to tell, including the fun and sexy ones! 

 


 

Married over twenty-two years with three grown children, Tess is a former dog foster mom who ended up failing and adopting them instead. She and her husband (and their six dogs) split their time between the desert of Arizona and the lakes of Michigan, so she’s always in a climate that’s not too hot and not too cold, but just right!

 

 

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COVER REVEAL: Avarice Collection ( Hell On Earth 1-3) Author: A.C. Melody

 
Title: Avarice Collection ( Hell On Earth 1-3)
Author: A.C. Melody
Genre: Dark Erotic/BDSM/Paranormal
 
 
 

 

 
 
 
Devils Only.
It was a permanent note-to-self right above her panties, because anything less was a disappointment. She never meant it as an invitation…

Avarice is what makes the world go round, and Kameo Kross never cared to be an exception to the rule. Her sole ambition is to avoid joining the ranks of New York’s poorest denizens. Between a bastard of a new boss and a Dom who tempts her darkest, depraved needs, Kami reevaluates her goal for sanity’s sake. She doesn’t fear pain, death or eternal damnation, but the idea of submitting completely has her itching to run.

Unforgiving, destiny’s twisted plot thrusts Kami into a world she’d never feared existed, and the crosshairs of an enemy threatening to expose all of her shameful secrets to the media. As her life is completely altered, good versus evil becomes a matter all too personal. Yet, nothing’s more difficult than facing the truths of her heart, and finding the courage to embrace the kind of submission she’s always longed for.

Unleashed in a hailstorm of fury, Hell will come for those seeking glory from Kami’s missteps and she’ll face off with the Devil, himself, to get what she’s finally accepted as hers to have: Happiness. As the calendar races toward Beltane, sordid plots of single-minded obsession and greed continue to thwart their eternal bliss, but the real challenge awaits in the aftermath of retribution. Can Kami and her Master find some semblance of redemption in one another at last, or will the demon within change everything?

Trigger/Content Warning: This collection is Dark, BDSM Paranormal Romance, all references to devils in the blurb are sincere. Possible triggers include but are not limited to demonology, violence, R.A.C.K. (Risk Awareness Consensual Kink), graphic sex and explicit language. Not intended for readers under the age of 18.
 
 

 

 
 
His wet fingers abandoned the inside of her throat, cupping the curve of her jaw, and his mouth crushed down on hers.
 
It was a whole new kind of oral sex. That was the only way to describe the aggressive, needy assault. His tongue thrust as his lips dominated hers harder and greedier, like there was some kind of climax waiting for him at the end. A preview of his skills, or a promise that it would be the only way he would invade her body, no matter which part of himself he was using? Regardless, it was ferocious, filthy, and the best damn kiss Kami had ever experienced.
 
She could feel his mask bumping alongside her temple, as if he’d turned the bull snout to the side, but that meant his face was still mostly covered. He must not trust the blindfolds. Did that mean he wasn’t planning on removing the mask at all? Kami hoped not. She wanted him to keep it on. That way her imagination could continue filling in the blanks the way she wanted them, rather than chance being disappointed by reality. She didn’t care how damn shallow that made her. This was her night, and it was already panning out better than any Halloween before it, so no. She didn’t want anything to ruin it.
 
“Mmm, you taste foolishly brave,” he groaned quietly as he licked and nibbled at her lips, diving back in for one last devastating kiss.
Settling back in the seat, he returned the mask to its rightful place and forced her down onto her knees again. His thumb picked up its previous stroking over her lips, but when her bound wrists slid down the hard plane of his stomach and into his lap, there was no mistaking the bulging line of his erection. The feel of it had her lust spreading hotter, dampening her panties with desperate anticipation.
 
She earned a soft mocking laugh when she started rubbing her arms over the steely line.
“You like knowing what you do to my cock, demon? How hard you make it just by choking on my fingers?” he asked. “Is that what you were hoping to accomplish while you were dancing for me?”
 
If he was trying to embarrass her with that insight, he was going to be disappointed. Knowing he knew, that he’d been aware, only turned her on more.
 
“No, but it’s a start,” she replied.
He laughed appreciatively at that, and it was far more sinister than his mocking laugh.
“Ambition and Greed go hand-and-hand, little one. As you said, it’s a start.”
 
He wanted her to be greedy? He probably shouldn’t have told her that. Before she could reply, the limo slowed to a stop, reigniting the thrill of uncertainty. When the driver opened the door, her bull man climbed out first, then reached inside and hauled her out by the waist.
 
Once she was on her feet, he grabbed her bound wrists and started leading her across old asphalt. Her heels clicked and wobbled in the rough patches. She thought she heard water lapping and a nearby buoy. It definitely smelled like the docks. The way the noise and voices echoed indicated they were surrounded by warehouses or giant shipping containers.
 
Again, it should have been a red flag, but Kami wasn’t afraid, only morbidly curious. It took her a moment to realize they were drawing closer to the pulsing bass of music. Her escort paused for a moment before a door opened and it washed over them loud and clear. They stopped directly inside to wait for everyone. When the metal door finally closed, her bull man untied the blindfold.
 
Blinking in the dimly lit entrance, Kami saw that it was a makeshift foyer with draping velveteen crimson, black-and-white jack-o-lanterns, Gothic candelabras, antiqued mirrors, and other décor that would indicate they were getting ready to enter a vampire’s secret lair. Even the music thumping and crawling over her flesh was more along the lines of Screamo-Goth-Rave, than the Dubstep bass would suggest.
 
“You know, there are at least a hundred different horror movies that begin this way,” she referred to the space around them by drawing a small square in the air with her index fingers.
A more difficult task than one would think with bound wrists.
“That’s what makes decorating so easy,” he said, pulling her against his body to slip a hand under her skirt and take his fill of her ass cheek. “The question is, was that just an observation or cold feet?”
 
“My feet never get cold,” she replied.
She barely heard the low rumble of his laugh when he bowed his head right beside her ear. “Careful, demon. Some might take that answer as a deliberate challenge.”
It was a seduction, his mind. The things he picked out of the air, as if her thoughts were broadcasting on wavelengths he could read like a digital marquee. Things that no other man on the planet had ever been able to hear between the lines of her responses before.
 
“You’re free to take it however you like,” she pointed out, but it wasn’t flippant.
No, it was more like poking the growling lion with a sharp stick just to see what would happen.
“I don’t need you to tell me that, demon. I always take what I want, however I want, whenever I want,” he stated, before lowering his voice even more. “I don’t wait for holidays.”
 
 
 
A.C. Melody is a hybrid author of Erotic Romance and all its savory sub-genres. Confessed javaholic, introverted geeky girl with a twisted sense of humor and a wretched muse. She has a weakness for hard ass Alphas and the strong women who capture their hearts, without damaging their rough edges.
 
A lifetime lover of fairytales, myths, legends and ancient pantheons, A.C. spends more time researching than writing. Her biggest goal is to provide new, captivating angles on old, favorite tales with enticing twists and characters that redefine preset expectations.
 
She’s 100% guilty of placing all her money on the underdogs, anti-heroes and shameless whores. A.C. loves to hear from her readers and can be found at any of the following sites: