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Coming To Hale (Hale Series #1) by Marie James - Release Day Blitz!

5/29/2015

Title: Coming to Hale

Series: Hale Series Book 1

Author: Marie James

Genre: Erotic Romance

Release Date: May 29, 2015

The only time she trusted someone with her heart, she was just a girl; he betrayed her and left her humiliated. Since then, Lorali Bennett has let that moment in time dictate her life.

Ian Hale, sexy as sin business mogul, has never had more than a passing interest in any particular woman, until a chance encounter with Lorali, leaves a lasting mark on him.

Their fast paced romance is one for the record books, but what will happen when Ian’s secrets come to light? Especially when those secrets will cost her everything she spent years trying to rebuild.

This is a standalone contemporary novel. The next book in the Hale series is Alexa and Garrett’s story: Begging for Hale.

Recommended for readers 18 and up due to strong language and explicit sexual content.

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I can feel every soft inch of her body, a sharp contrast to my hard muscles. Her eyes are no longer hooded; they stare up at me with…anticipation? No. Fear. She’s afraid of me. Too aggressive Ian, take it down a notch.

“Don’t,” I command.

“Don’t what?” she whispers, her voice trembling

“Be so disrespectful of yourself.” I tell her.

“Just stating the obvious.” Her eyes are turning from fear to more of annoyance. Lorali my feisty girl!

I gaze down at her, fighting a losing battle, knowing I have to taste her or I’d not make it through the night.

“I think the only thing obvious about this situation is how much I want you,” I say, bending my head down to whisper in her ear. “My body is aching for you, Lorali. I want you so bad.”

“I think you’re playing some sort of game, and frankly I don’t appreciate being the object of it,” she huffs, stiffening her spine and glaring back at me.

“I can assure you this is no game for me, Lorali, although you do seem to take pleasure in denying me.” It’s my turn to grow frustrated at her. Who does she think she is putting words in my mouth, questioning my intentions?

“It’s a game to you. Find the most common person here; seduce her, then walk away, all the while laughing about how you were able to get some commoner so hot she’d drop her panties for you. You don’t want me; you want the thrill of the power that it gives you.” The irritated look on her face is increasing my annoyance.

“I don’t want you? Tell that to my cock,” I growl as I grind my erection against her.

She doesn’t even know me, how does she have such a distorted opinion of me? It may take some time, but I’ll show her that I’m not some sort of womanizer. I bend my head down further, breathing in her scent. Mmm. Lavender. Not able to deny myself a second longer, I brush my lips down the column of her neck, pausing briefly over her pulse point. I can hear her sharp intake of breath.

I pull my head back and focus on her beautiful, pouty lips, only briefly denying myself the exquisite way I know she’ll feel and how sweet her lips will taste. Having waited as long I can, I lean in, fully ready to take her mouth, simultaneously trying to talk myself down as to avoid attacking her like a rabid animal. I brush my lips against hers, using every ounce of restraint in my body.

“Stop,” she whispers, her breath ghosting against my lips.

“I can’t,” I growl as I crush my lips against hers.

Marie James, full-time working mother of two boys and wife of 11 years. I've spent almost my entire lifetime living in central Texas, with only short stays in South Carolina, Alabama, and Florida. I've always wanted to write novels and just recently had the gumption to sit down and start one. My passions include reading everything under the sun and sewing. I even listen to audio books while sewing. Coming to Hale is my debut novel and book 1 in the 4 book Hale Series. I have several other story lines worked out for other books once this series is complete. Reading and writing is my happy place. Hope you enjoy my debut novel.

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BURN (Brothers of Ink and Steel) by Allie Juliette Mousseau - Blog Tour!

5/29/2015

Title: BURN

Series: Brothers of Ink and Steel

Author: Allie Juliette Mousseau

Genre: New Adult/Sports Romance

Release Date: May 26, 2015

Liam Knight, a sexy panty-melting, hard-bodied streetfighter and renowned tattoo artist, is rising up the ranks of the UFC Middleweight Division, but he’s about to get knocked out by his past.

Quinn Kelley is a semester away from becoming a college graduate when her mother’s death sends her spiraling, forcing her to go back to her hometown and a past she can’t outrun.

Nearly a decade ago, Liam and Quinn fell in love while surviving on the city streets together, but they were torn apart by one irreversible night. Now each has moved forward without the other, but like a tattoo on the heart, absolute love creates a lasting burn.

Quinn has kept a tight rein on her emotions, but with the passing of her mother, the foundation she’s built begins to crack. Will seeing Liam again crumble her fortress to the ground, uncovering the flame that still burns? Or will it extinguish the fire forever?

Liam’s tough exterior and resentful demeanor hides more than a wounded heart. He’s tormented by guilt over what happened to Quinn—and the secret he kept, even from her. But revealing his secrets would require unearthing the all-consuming monster he keeps caged in the darkest part of his soul, the one that threatens to devour him.

When they’re given a second chance, will they let go of their fear and pride and let the flame between them become one?

Or will the heat burn them both?

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One more hour before Josh shows up.

Maybe he’ll get distracted with Sophie and Charlie—his beautiful new family. Then he can call and apologize for missing it, and I can say, Better luck next time.

Damn I hope that happens.

I shade with snow-white opaque, platinum and charcoal and finish off the edges.

I’m actually thankful to Quinn for walking in on me this morning—I could’ve fucked up my hands bad and would’ve had to cancel this session—and doing this is the best therapy I could give myself.

“I think you’re done, man. Why don’t you go take a look?” I tell him.

He slides off the chair and goes up close to the full mirrored wall. “Holy Fuck! It’s incredible!”

“Happy you like it.” I smile and begin cleaning my area.

“Man, it’s a fucking masterpiece.”

“Thanks.”

“Aren’t you afraid if you continue fighting in the MMA, you could hurt your hand so bad you wouldn’t be able to tat anymore?” he asks.

Wow! That statement hits too close to home.

“I don’t mean nothing by it—you’re a hell of a fighter—could become a world titleholder,” he continues. “But you’ve got an amazing talent right here.”

“Thanks.” It’s just another subject and another question I don’t have an answer for.

After he leaves and my station is all cleaned up, I walk out into the waiting room.

“He was a happy customer,” Adrienne chirps.

Adrienne has been working for me since I opened the place. She and her longtime girlfriend live in the apartment above the shop. They’re great people.

“Josh just called. He’s on his way,” she says.

“Great,” I mutter and then look around at what I’ve built: black walls with red trim and black and red checkered flooring with a Persian area rug welcoming clients to sit on the black leather sofas. My artwork hangs on the walls … they’re good, but these pieces aren’t parts of my soul. Those are colors I’ve only ever let one person see. After her, I pulled the dark shades down over those windows.

“Want to talk about it?” Ade shakes me from my daze.

“No thanks. I definitely do not want to talk about it.”

“Are you going to talk to her about it?”

When I look over at her, she has her arms folded across her chest defiantly. Her spaghetti strapped dress shows off her colorful, flowered arm sleeves.

“You’re going to get on my case too?” I accuse.

“Well, you know there are no secrets here.” When she tilts her head to challenge me, the light reflects off her silver chin post. “I think fate is giving you a lucky draw from the deck, and you need to play your cards right. You’ve been pining after her for as long as I’ve known you.”

“Ade—” I begin.

“I’m not finished speaking. This is do or die, Jack—where you find out if she still has a thing for you or not. Maybe then you can get on or move on.”

“Jesus Christ, I hate all of this free advice!” I sweep my fingers through my hair.

“Free advice just means you have a family that cares about you,” she quips.

At that moment, the buzzer rings, announcing someone has opened the door behind me.

Shit.

“Welcome to The House of Ink and Steel,” Josh announces.

“Hi there!” Adrienne coos with the biggest smile. “You must be Quinn. I’m so excited to meet you.”

“Thanks.” She sounds unsure and distrustful.

“This is Adrienne, she’s been working here for forever,” Josh says.

“Oh yeah! Since Liam opened the place.”

“It’s impressive, Liam.”

When Quinn says my name, I feel as if I could melt.

“Would you like the tour?” Josh asks her when I don’t answer fast enough.

“I’d love it,” Quinn says. “You know, I’ve watched you on Ink Master.”

She’s still talking to me.

“Really? You watch that show?” I finally turn to face her.

“Well, only when you’ve been a guest judge. Guess I’m partial to your work as an artist.” She bites her lip and her gaze drops to the floor.

It’s her shy look. Her I-want-to-hide look.

“Come on, I’ll show you the alcoves.” Josh takes her arm in his. “Talon and Ryder do quite a lot more work around here than he does.”

As he leads her through the place Adrienne comes close and whispers in my ear, “It’s going to be alright, Liam. The universe has a way of working things through when it’s the right time.”

“At least one of us believes that.”

“Don’t be so cynical,” she scolds. “You just got handed a second chance.”

Before I can shoot her a dirty look, Josh and Quinn come back through the lobby. “Let’s get some lunch,” Josh says. “I’m famished.”

I give Adrienne a kiss on her cheek. Even though she’s just frustrated the living hell out of me, I know she cares.

We step out into the parking lot.

“I like the family SUV look you’ve got going on here,” I razz Josh, who used to drive a sleek Gillette Vertigo around. He still has it, but now he also owns a souped-up (with all the safety features) Chevy Tahoe. It has a pink flowered car seat in the back, which I’m sitting next to, along with the toys I had to push over to make room for my ass. A purple sippy cup sits in the drink holder next to Josh.

“Wouldn’t have it any other way,” he admits with a shit-eating grin.

“I’d love to meet your family.” Quinn smiles over at him from the passenger seat.

“I can make that happen,” he tells her.

Soon, though, Josh drives the scenic route around Lake Calhoun.

“Look!” He indicates the colorful snow kites gliding over the frozen lake. Before anyone protests, he pulls into the recreation area’s parking lot.

“It’s been a long time since I’ve seen those,” Quinn says. “It looks like a kaleidoscope.”

“Good thing we’re all dressed warmly. Let’s get a closer look.” Josh turns off the engine. “I could use the fresh air too.”

This is turning into more than lunch. Before I lose my cool, I try to get back into the state of mind I had when I was tatting the guy’s arm.

“Sounds good,” Quinn says, and that solidifies it.

We all walk out to the lake’s edge. There’s so much going on here, even in the middle of February, and it reminds me why I love this city. Vendors are serving hot cocoa and warm, freshly baked pretzels; kids are running around in full snow gear, and of course, there are the snow kites. A snow kite looks a lot like a windsurfer, only it’s built to stand and sail on ice. The colors remind me of a hot air balloon festival, when hundreds take to the skies.

“There must be close to fifty of them,” I say.

“Have you ever tried it?” Quinn asks, and I realize she’s talking directly to me.

“No. I’d fall flat on my ass.” I smile.

“Yeah, and break it, then I’d be the one carrying you home.” Josh laughs.

“Asshole.” I shove him lightly. “You know, Connor’s into it. Has his own kite and everything. He’s good at it.”

Josh asks Quinn, “So, where are you living these days?”

“Georgia. I’ve been there the past few years.”

“Do you like it?” he prods.

“It’s hot and humid in the summertime, but the winters aren’t so bad.” She shrugs. “I sort of like the storms that blow through.”

She didn’t really answer his question.

“It’s really cool you two became such close friends.” She stares off dreamily at the kites.

“Yeah, I put up with him,” Josh quips and shoves my shoulder. “You two entertain each other for a second, I need to use the loo.”

I’m going to kill the fucker. I have no idea what to say! And obviously neither does she, as we both just stand there, painfully uncomfortable.

“Adrienne seems sweet,” Quinn finally says.

“Yeah, she’s cool.”

“How long have the two of you known each other?”

“Since I opened shop six years ago.” I watch a novice kiter fall on his ass. I know how you feel, buddy, I think.

“Six years is a long time,” she says.

“I guess.” I just shrug my shoulders. I’m now plotting the ways I’m going to kill Josh. “You never did finish telling Josh if you liked living in Georgia.”

“The people are really nice. I love the southern hospitality and big smiles. The people make you feel really welcome.” She continues, “I’ve made some great friends.”

“But?” I say, while I crane my neck towards the bathrooms.

“But …?”

“It’s an easy question, do you like living in Georgia?” It comes out more rough-edged than I intend it to.

“Yes, I do,” she snaps back at me.

Perfect, I’ve made her angry.

Trying to save this conversation, which is already a train wreck, I try, “I’d miss the winter too much, I think, to live down south.”

“I miss the winter, the smell in the air and the prickly feel of the cold on your face,” she says, then slowly states. “I’ve been thinking for a while now about … maybe … moving back up into this area.”

It’s a big city, but not big enough. “Would your boyfriend go for that?” FUCK! Way to be subtle. And I don’t even want her to answer that! “You know, Josh is taking a long fucking time. I’m going to walk by the bathroom and see what’s taking him so long.”

I walk away fast, hoping she’ll forget that I asked her anything. Now I’m getting pissed off because I’m acting like a fucking teenager!

“Wait, I’ll go with you,” she says, catching up.

Without paying her much mind, I throw open the door of the men’s bathroom and walk inside, calling Josh’s name. When I get no answer, I come back out.

“Did you see him?” I ask.

“No.” She looks at me like I’m nuts. “Maybe he had to go to the car to get something.”

We walk together out into the parking lot, until we’re standing in the empty space Josh’s SUV had been parked in.

“Okay … that’s weird. You know, I’ll just call him.” She fumbles through her coat pockets. “He may have gotten a call from … Sophie … my phone isn’t here. Oh, shit! I just remembered, Josh asked if he could borrow my cell phone when his battery died. He must not have given it back to me.”

“I’ve got mine.” I feel my jacket’s inner lining and find only a piece of paper.

Sorry, Liam. Josh made me do it. Adrienne

I close my eyes as the reality of what Josh just pulled off becomes completely clear.

“That asshole!” I look around the lot, hoping it isn’t what I think.

“What is it?”

“He drove us out here, left us on purpose, and stranded us further by confiscating our fucking phones!” I’m fuming.

How the fuck could he do that to me? What the fuck would make him think this was a good idea?

I hear a soft giggle beside me. I peer over to see Quinn trying to stifle her laughter behind her mitten-covered hand.

“It isn’t funny!” I state. “It’s a five mile hike back to my place.”

That doesn’t stop her. Her response grows from a giggle to an all-out laughing fit.

“He didn’t even fucking feed us!” I growl.

But her eyes still sparkle when she laughs, and it sounds so good and beautiful I can’t help but get sucked into it.

“You think it’s funny?” I reluctantly smile at her.

She nods with tears in her eyes.

I have to hand it to him, this is definitely one way to force us together.

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Allie Juliette Mousseau is a USA Today Bestselling author.

She can always be found writing, playing in puddles with her children, hiking with her husband, or adventuring somewhere in the world. Her favorite place to write on warm days is outdoors, but when the weather gets too cold, she'll be inside at her desk inspired by the mountain view from her home office in Montana where she lives with her loving husband, children, and golden retriever. She loves to travel and lived for three years in her RV with her family while visiting the national parks and forests of the U.S. and a couple Canadian provinces. She is excited to add all of Canada and Alaska in the near future!

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Getting Played by Mia Storm - Release Day Blitz!

5/28/2015

Rules of the game:

1) Never underestimate your opponent

2) Avoid personal fouls

3) Score early and often

4) Play or get played

Coach Marcus Leon has always played by the rulesâ€¦until he meets Addaline Grace, the seventeen-year-old senior transfer on his Oak Crest High water polo team. Addie changes all the rules, mostly because she doesnâ€™t play any games. But as off limits as she is, the more Marcus discovers about Addie, the more he finds himselfâ€¦and the more he questions whether Addie might just be worth risking everything for.

For Addie, water polo is anger management. Sheâ€™s driven and focused because it keeps her mind off other thingsâ€¦like the fact she destroyed her family. Her game plan is to keep her head down and graduate so she can leave her father and the crappy town he dragged her to in her wake. But when what starts as friendly completion with Marcus turns into more than a game, Addie has to decide if sheâ€™s willing to face down her demonsâ€¦and possibly ruin the man she may or may not be falling in love with in the process.

What happens when the only thing you need is the one thing you canâ€™t have?

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Chapter 1

Marcus

I stare Caiden Brenner down over my younger sister Blaireâ€™s shoulder. The beating early September sun in the courtyard of Town Hall is roasting me alive in this monkey suit, but I hardly notice. Iâ€™m too busy trying to get into my soon-to-be brother-in-lawâ€™s head.

â€œI do,â€ Blaire answers when the Justice of the Peace asks if she takes Caiden to be her husband.

Iâ€™ve decided Caiden isnâ€™t the devil incarnateâ€”that would be my ex-best friend, Nateâ€”but Iâ€™m still struggling with what Caiden did to my sister four years ago, when he was twenty-five and she was barely seventeen.

But Blaire is shining in a way Iâ€™ve never seen her shine, and itâ€™s more than the way she looks todayâ€”totally gorgeous in her bright blue sundress and black Converse, her long black hair tucked up in a bun on top of her head. Itâ€™s that, each time her eyes connect with Caidenâ€™s, I see the visible change in her. All her sharp edges dull and something peaceful softens her face. Not only does she love him, she trusts him. For Blaire, thatâ€™s huge.

So maybe I need to trust him too.

I glance at Mom and Dad, seated in the short row of chairs under the small gazebo next to Caidenâ€™s mother. Blaire and Caiden insisted on immediate family only at their civil service. Theyâ€™re having a barbeque later at Graffiti Park for a few close friends and extended family.

I turn back in time to hear Caiden echo Blaireâ€™s â€œI do,â€ then Blaire spins and look expectantly at me.

â€œWhat?â€ I ask.

Her expression turns decidedly more exasperated. â€œJesus, Marcus.â€

My eyes widen when it hits me what sheâ€™s waiting for. I pat my pocket and feel the ring there. I fish it out and hesitate.

Blaireâ€™s glare could melt steel as she holds out her hand for it.

I swallow the acid rising up my throat and slip it into her palm. Sheâ€™s really going through with this. Sheâ€™s marrying the man who went to prison for statutory rape.

Iâ€™ve been hard on him. I know that. But all Blaire and I have ever had is each other. Sheâ€™s always had my back, but I let her get hurt twice on my watchâ€”once by Caiden, and then by Nate. Itâ€™s just been in the last few months that sheâ€™s seemed to find herself again after everything that happened. As much as I wish it were me that brought her back, I know it was Caiden. I need to cut him some slack.

I close my eyes and take a deep breath as they exchanging rings, and when I open them, theyâ€™re kissing.

When he finally lets her go, Blaire turns to me. She gives me a wary once over. â€œJust so you know, you suck as bro of honor.â€

I duck my head and rub the sweat off the back of my neck. â€œYou should have picked Zoey.â€

Her eyes narrow. â€œI picked you, Marcus. I wanted you.â€

Fuck. I really need to get over myself.

Just as Iâ€™m thinking this, Caiden slips to Blaireâ€™s side and holds out his hand to me.

â€œThanks for your support, Marcus.â€

I split a glance between Caidenâ€™s hand and my sister. Her gaze is unwavering, as usual, but under her hard exterior, I see a deep vulnerability in her eyes.

The moment of truth. Either I accept my new brother-in-law into the family, or break my sisterâ€™s heart.

I squeeze Caidenâ€™s hand. Hard. â€œWelcome to the family. Just know this: You mess with Blaire, I will kill you.â€

My compromise.

Blaire gives me her signature smirk, then tugs her groom closer and kisses him. â€œHe messes with me, Iâ€™ll kill him.â€

Caidenâ€™s face beams as he looks at her. â€œOf that, I have no doubt.â€

â€œYou two are on grill duty at the reception,â€ she says, poking me in the chest. â€œAnd I expect you both to come away un-charred.â€

I shake my head. â€œCanâ€™t make any promises, sis.â€

â€œThat was lovely, Blaire,â€ Mom says, joining our small circle.

I glance around and find Dad already at the door. Social situations are his nightmare. This should be enough to drive him over the edge. But to his credit, he seems sober.

Thereâ€™s an awkward moment where Blaire and our mother negotiate their way around a brief hug, then Mom backs away. â€œYou said Zoeyâ€™s getting everything ready at the park?â€

Blaire nods and pulls her phone out of her bra, glancing at the screen. â€œShe says theyâ€™re ready anytime we are.â€

Mom looks warily toward where Dad is shifting on his feet. â€œI might need to drop your father off at the house on the way. Heâ€™s not feeling well.â€

Of course not. Heâ€™s already had to say hello to Caiden and his family. The thought of having to interact with more people at the reception is probably making him physically ill.

Thereâ€™s a glint of disappointment in Blaireâ€™s eyes, but it passes quickly as she thinks about it and comes to the same conclusion I have. â€œWeâ€™ll see you over there,â€ she says grasping Caidenâ€™s hand and starting toward the parking lot.

Despite the â€œno giftsâ€ decree, a handful of people wait near a pile of wrapped presents on one of the picnic tables under the small shelter when we arrive at Graffiti Park. The shelter has silver and blue streamers twisted around the poles and looped from the eaves, and the five picnic tables underneath are covered in blue paper table clothes with silver balloons tied to the benches. In the center of the middle table is a cake shaped like a penis in between two boobs. Blaireâ€™s best friend Zoeyâ€™s contribution, no doubt.

Blaire leaves Caiden and I in the dust, where weâ€™re carrying the gas grill from the back of my pickup truck across the grass to the shelter, and makes a beeline for Zoey. Her face is something between a scowl and a grin as she surveys the cake. â€œYou know Iâ€™ll never be able to show my future children pictures of my wedding reception now.â€

â€œBut youâ€™ll never forget it,â€ Zoey answers with a self-satisfied grin, wrapping Blaire in a hug. â€œLove you, girl.â€

Next to me, Caidenâ€™s feet stall and I yank the grill out of his hands when I keep walking. When I look back at him, heâ€™s giving Blaire a stunned stare. But then a grin slowly spreads across his face.

â€œI guess this works,â€ I say, straightening out the grill next to the edge of the shelter.

His eyes snap to me as if heâ€™s just remembering I exist. â€œOhâ€¦sorry.â€

I tug off my jacket. â€œSo you guys are doing the whole kid thing?â€ I ask, tucking my tie inside the royal blue shirt I bought to match my sisterâ€™s wedding dress in a show of solidarity.

He glances at Blaire again and bobs a nod. â€œIt appears that way.â€

I crouch down to screw the gas line into the grill. â€œYou havenâ€™t talked about it?â€

He shrugs as he pulls open a box of frozen Costco burgers. â€œNot specifically.â€

â€œKids makes it permanent,â€ I say in warning.

â€œOur marriage vows made it permanent,â€ he counters with more than a little irritation in his tone.

A hand brushes over my back. â€œHey, good lookinâ€™.â€

I turn at the Texas drawl and find my date, Deanna, standing there in a tiny green dress and killer heels. Sheâ€™s pretty in the Barbie sense: blond and blue with a heart-shaped face, copper skin, and an amazing bodyâ€”long and lean with curves in all the right places.

I use the word â€œdateâ€ loosely. Sheâ€™s the woman who stole my job at Oak Crest High. I know she was teaching in Texas for four years before coming hereâ€”the reason the school board cited for hiring her over me. Experience. Which means sheâ€™s at least three, maybe four years older than me. But what started as mindless frenemy sex a few weeks back has turned into a regular thing. When she invited herself to my sisterâ€™s wedding, it seemed a little heartless to tell her no.

She wraps her arms around my neck and sort of hangs off me. â€œHow was the ceremony?â€

I glance at Caiden, where heâ€™s firing up the grill. â€œIt was good.â€

Deanna smiles at Caiden and holds out her hand. â€œIâ€™m sure it was ten yards of romantic. Congratulation.â€

He shakes her outstretched hand. â€œThank you.â€

I watch her walk over to Blaire and introduce herself. Maybe thatâ€™s something I should have done, but I feel like this thing is already taking on a life of its own, and her getting all chummy with my sister makes me a little nervous. I busy myself getting everything ready then take up my position next to my new brother-in-law when he starts throwing burgers on the grill.

â€œListen, Marcus,â€ he says, tearing open a package of hot dogs. â€œI get that Iâ€™ve never been your favorite person and I can respect your reasons for that, but I need you to understand that Blaire is my life. Iâ€™ve given up everything for her and Iâ€™d do it all again if it meant the same result.â€

â€œYou can prove it by not fucking this up,â€ I say with a wave of the barbeque tongs between where Blaire is hugging some Berkeley friends who have just arrived and him.

â€œI canâ€™t predict the future better than anyone else,â€ he answers, his eyes raising from the grill to his new bride, â€œbut I can swear to you Iâ€™m going to do everything in my power not to.â€

We cook and, at Zoeyâ€™s direction, people start filing past for burgers and dogs. Once most everyone is served, Caiden grabs a burger off the grill for Blaire and brings it to her. They sit across the picnic table from each other, and even though theyâ€™re talking to other people, their eyes keep straying to each otherâ€™s.

Deanna and Zoey seem to hit it off and are deep in conversation about shoes when I slip away from the shelter. On autopilot, my legs start up the hill toward the playground where Blaire, Nate, and I used to spend all our time as kids.

As I walk, I loosen my tie and flick open the top button. Near the top of the hill is a bench nestled into the shade of some big oaks. Nate and I carved it up pretty good back in the day. Which makes me wonder about him.

We havenâ€™t spoken since I decked him after he cheated on Blaire. Itâ€™s been four years. He came back to town to live with his parents after we graduated college, and since itâ€™s a small place, I saw him here and there, but itâ€™s been a while. With any luck, heâ€™s moved on.

I start toward the bench, but then see itâ€™s occupied. A woman is laying on her back, her knees bent and her head propped on a backpack with a book in her hand.

I shove my hands in my pockets and look farther up the hill, toward the playground. There are a few benches up there, but theyâ€™re occupied by parents supervising their kids on the massive wooden play structure. The only free bench is facing into the afternoon sun, about twenty feet across the open, grassy area from the one the woman is occupying. I head over to it and plunk down on the end. I glare through the blinding sun at the woman on my bench before leaning onto my elbows and resting my face in my hands.

If youâ€™d asked me five years ago where I thought Iâ€™d be right now, it wouldnâ€™t have been here, coaching girls water polo at my old high school and working at the local gym. This is so not where I saw my life going. After living large for four years of high school and four more at college, I guess I started to feel charmed. But thereâ€™s nothing charming about crashing on a friendâ€™s couch for the last six months because itâ€™s all I can afford. Iâ€™ve only been out of UCLA for a year and I feel like Iâ€™ve already hit a total dead end, but Iâ€™ve got no one but myself to blame for that.

As the sun dips behind the tops of the trees surrounding the bench across the way, I sit up straight and look at the woman who stole it. Thereâ€™s a second I wonder if sheâ€™s homeless, because her wardrobe has a definite secondhand vibeâ€”a faded army-green tank with pale pink stripes under a baggy red cardigan, tattered jeans which are probably too short because theyâ€™re rolled halfway up her shins, and plaid Vans with no socks.

She rolls her head my direction and catches me staring.

I divert my eyes, but then blow out a disgusted laugh. I never would have done that back in college. Sheâ€™s hot. I can see that from here. A hot girl makes eye contact, I would have held her gaze. I would have sent the message loud and clear with my eyes that I was interested.

When I glance up, sheâ€™s gone back to her book. I shove up off the bench and cram my hands into my pockets as I amble slowly toward her.

She lowers her book and sits up when she sees me, combing a hand through her thick strawberry blond corkscrew curls, and it strikes me that she looks vaguely familiar. Her face is thin and, at the bottom of a smallish nose that curls up slightly at the end are a pair of full, pink lips that tend to curl down. Thereâ€™s the faintest hint of freckles smattering her cheeks and nose, and itâ€™s kind of a turn-on that sheâ€™s comfortable enough in her own skin not to hide them behind layers of makeup. But itâ€™s her charcoal gray eyes that snag all my attention. Theyâ€™re large and round, but not innocent.

â€œNice day,â€ I say, looking toward the shelter down the hill, wracking my brain trying to place how I know this woman. Maybe from the gym?

She closes her book and nods.

â€œMind if Iâ€¦?â€ I gesture at the now vacant end of the bench.

She gives me another wary nod.

I lower myself onto the spot her feet just occupied, and now Iâ€™ve got nothing else to say. I should have stayed on my own fucking bench. I give her a second to bail me out, and when she doesnâ€™t, I gesture to the book. â€œGood book?â€

She lifts the book and shows me the cover. The Metamorphosis. â€œItâ€™s okay.â€

I pull it from her hand and read the description on the back cover. â€œPretty dark.â€

She almost shrugs, more with her face than her body. â€œI found a list of the twenty-five most controversial books of all time. Making my way through the ones that interest me.â€ In the corner of my eye, I see her wave her hand at the book Iâ€™m thumbing through. â€œThatâ€™s number ten.â€

I look up at her. â€œWhat are numbers one through nine?â€

â€œLolita is number one. Iâ€™d already read that, though, as well as number two, I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings, number four, The Grapes of Wrath, and number nine, The Perks of Being a Wallflower.â€

â€œSo, what new books have you picked up because of the list?â€ I lift The Metamorphosis. â€œOther than this?â€

She looks at the book in my hand rather than me as she ticks off on her fingers. â€œI skipped American Psycho, which is number three, but Iâ€™ve read the rest: And Tango Makes Three, Uncle Tomâ€™s Cabin, The Tropic of Cancer, and The Satanic Verses by Salman Rushdieâ€¦which I have to say was pretty dry.â€

â€œThatâ€™s a pretty impressive reading list.â€ I set the book down on the bench between us. â€œSo, youâ€™re not a Rushdie fan. What did you think of the others?â€

â€œAnd Tango Makes Three was cute. Uncle Tomâ€™s Cabin was depressing, and The Tropic of Cancer wasâ€¦â€ She trails off and gives me that face shrug again. But this time sheâ€™s blushing through her freckles.

Itâ€™s been a while since I read it, but my recollection is itâ€™s full of graphic sex. Sheâ€™s embarrassed to talk to me about it, and for some reason that sends a rush through insides that settles in my groin. My gaze trials over the lines of her face, down her long neck, then trickles over her body. Sheâ€™s on the tall side and athletic, with breasts that are a perfect handful, a flat stomach, and long, toned legs that Iâ€™d suddenly kill to have wrapped around my head.

â€œAnd whatâ€™s the verdict on this one?â€ I ask, handing back The Metamorphosis.

A shadow passes over her face as she looks at the cover. â€œItâ€™sâ€¦thought provoking.â€

â€œWhat thoughts is it provoking?â€ I ask, laying the innuendo on thick and hoping Iâ€™m not the only one feeling the attraction.

The thought passes through the back of my mind that hitting on another woman while my date is just down the hill is a pretty skanky thing to do, but thereâ€™s something compelling about this girl. The idea that I might never see her again tugs hard at my gut. I canâ€™t let this chance to find out who she is slip by.

â€œHave you read it?â€ she asks.

I lean in and shake my head. â€œShould I?â€

â€œItâ€™s a little out there,â€ she says with an unsure squint.

â€œWhy donâ€™t you save me the trouble and give me the SparkNotes,â€ I say, looping my arm behind her and resting it on the back of the bench.

She gives me a curious look, and I feel her body tense under my arm.

I give her my best cocky smile and arch an eyebrow. I intentionally let my fingers brush her shoulder and am rewarded with a shudder. â€œUnless youâ€™d prefer I leave?â€

A sly smile curves her pink lips as she lowers her lashes, and the rush in my groin intensifies.

â€œThe SparkNotesâ€¦â€ she says, picking up the book between us. I take the opportunity to slide closer. â€œThis guy Gregor wakes up one day to find heâ€™s a giant bugâ€¦which I get is a little weird, and thereâ€™s no explanation as to why, but the upshot is that everyone is pretty grossed out by him and all his family seems to care about is that he canâ€™t do his job anymore, so he canâ€™t contribute to the finances. He can only speak bug, so because they canâ€™t understand him, they assume he canâ€™t understand them when they say they wish heâ€™d just go away. But he canâ€™t leave because he has nowhere to go, and also because his father threw an apple at him and injured him pretty badly, so he hides in his room and eventually just dies.â€

â€œSeriously?â€ When I take the book back and turn it over to read the jacket copy again, I notice it came from the county library.

â€œSeriously,â€ she answers, earnestly.

I lift my eyes to hers. â€œSo a happy ending, then,â€ I say, my voice full of sarcasm.

â€œYeah, right.â€ Her eyes lower to the book in my hand. â€œI donâ€™t really understand why itâ€™s the tenth most controversial book of all time, but itâ€™s a pretty true testament to human nature. Gregor is messed up, so instead of trying to help him, people just wish heâ€™d go away.â€

Thereâ€™s no mistaking the mix of disdain and sadness in her tone. I only realize how intently Iâ€™m staring at her when she turns her face away. Does she feel that people wish sheâ€™d go away? And, if so, who is making her feel that way and why? Is she â€œmessed up?â€

The overpowering need to know sweeps through me in a rush that forces a shuddering breath from my lungs.

â€œSo, whatâ€™s next on the list?â€ I ask, handing the book back.

â€œBrave New World,â€ she answers, her eyes lifting to mine again.

I cuff a laugh. â€œThat one I have read. Another uplifting story.â€

â€œSo I hear.â€ She glances down the hill in the direction I came from. â€œSo, whatâ€™s going on down there, anyway? Someoneâ€™s birthday?â€

My gaze follows hers. â€œMy sisterâ€™s wedding reception.â€

â€œIn a public park?â€ she asks, her eyebrows raising in surprise.

I nod. â€œGraffiti Park is special. We spent a lot of time here as kids.â€

â€œGraffiti Park? Thatâ€™s really the name of this place?â€ she asks, looking around.

â€œI have no clue what the real name is. Thatâ€™s just what weâ€™ve always called it.â€ My thumb brushes over where Nate carved my name into the back of bench weâ€™re sitting on at least ten years ago.

She squints toward the shelter below and shades her eyes from the last of the afternoon sun. â€œI donâ€™t see a bride.â€

I point to Blaire. â€œThe one in the bright blue dress.â€

â€œThat sort of flies in the face of tradition, doesnâ€™t it?â€ she asks, still watching.

â€œThatâ€™s my sister. Sheâ€™s never cared much about social conventions. If you search YouTube for her valedictory graduation speech from Oak Crest High four years ago, youâ€™ll see what I mean.â€

Her eyes snap to mine, wide and curious, and her gaze knocks the wind out of me. â€œWhat did she say?â€

â€œShe basically told the whole world off. But that was because her now husband,â€ I say with a jut of my chin at the gathering below, â€œhad just been arrested for statutory rape.â€

Her eyes widen even more. â€œOh my God!â€

â€œSheâ€™s always insisted they were in love, and the age difference shouldnâ€™t matter. It was her giant â€˜fuck youâ€™ to society.â€

Her head cocks to the side as she watches the party below. â€œI like her already.â€ She turns back to me. â€œWonâ€™t they miss you?â€

I press myself against her shoulder. â€œIâ€™m disturbing you?â€

A sardonic smile ghosts over her features as she lifts the book. â€œI was in the middle of reading the thoughts of a dying giant bug-person and not thinking that was at all weird, so Iâ€™m obviously already very disturbed.â€

I canâ€™t stop staring, because sheâ€™s suddenly stunningly beautiful. Her eyes flash, looking momentarily more black then gray, and thereâ€™s a long, deep dimple in her right cheek, which is the only one I can see because of the angle of her head. Iâ€™m dying to know if thereâ€™s a matching one on the other side.

The smile fades under my scrutiny and when she drops her gaze to the book between us, a cascade of strawberry corkscrews hide her face. â€œSorry. Stupid joke.â€

â€œNo!â€ Damn. A little too eager there, tiger. I work to lower my voice. â€œI mean, it wasnâ€™t stupid. It was funny.â€

I just forgot to laugh because your smile knocked me senseless for a sec.

She lifts a knee to her chest, hooking the heel of her sneaker on the edge of the bench. Her knee pokes through the long crosswise tear in her jeans. â€œItâ€™s okay, my sense of humorâ€™s pretty dry. Not too many people get me.â€

â€œYour sense of humor is refreshing,â€ I say. â€œAnd as for people getting you, most people donâ€™t pay enough attention to anyone but themselves to â€˜getâ€™ much of anything.â€

â€œMarcus!â€

I look down the hill at Deannaâ€™s voice. Sheâ€™s at the shelter waving her hands over her head to get my attention. Thereâ€™s a sudden cramp in my stomach at the thought of her coming up here.

â€œLooks like you have to go.â€ Iâ€™d swear a catch a hint of disappointment in her tone.

â€œLooks like.â€ I stand and shove my hands into my pockets. â€œMy name is Marcus, by the way.â€

She smiles and something roguish flashes in her eyes. â€œI know.â€

Fuck. I do know her. Everything felt so relaxed and comfortable between us. I hate that I might have just fucked that up. Before it gets totally awkward, I blurt, â€œIâ€™d be up for maybe getting a burger at Sam Hill sometime, if youâ€™re into that.â€

She nods, but that wary glint is back in her eyes. â€œYeahâ€¦sure.â€

I fish my phone from my pocket. â€œCan I get your number?â€

She reels it off and I type it in. â€œGirl who stole my bench,â€ is say with a cocky grin as I type it in to contacts. I turn my amusement on her. â€œOr is there something else I should call you?â€

He gives me a questioning tip of her head. â€œAddie.â€

I know that name. Someone I went to high school with, maybe? My brain chugs harder trying to put the pieces together as I type it in. â€œGot it,â€ I say, holding up my phone. â€œIâ€™ll give you a call.â€

She squints at me. â€œOkay.â€

I start backing down the path. â€œEnjoy my bench,â€ I say with a wink.

She lifts the book in a wave. â€œSee you Monday, Coach.â€

Suddenly I see her face under a navy blue swim cap with the Oak Crest Cougar on the side. The jolt of electric panic almost knocks my legs out from under me and I stumble, just catching myself before I go down.

Because sheâ€™s on my fucking team.

I ran tryouts Wednesday and Thursday. Practices just started yesterday. Iâ€™m still trying to get the new girlsâ€™ names. She said Addie, but my roster says Addaline, I think. All I can remember for sure is sheâ€™s a senior transfer and mostly keeps to herself.

â€œFuck me,â€ I mutter, then hear myself. I hold up a hand. â€œI meanâ€¦â€ I trail off in a cringe. â€œSorry for the language.â€ Because Iâ€™m not supposed to swear in front of a fucking student.

But fuck. My mind reels, replaying everything I said and did and trying to figure out how to backpedal out of this. â€œSo, weâ€™ll talk about aâ€¦team dinnerâ€¦for bonding and whateverâ€¦at practice on Monday.â€

Just shoot me now.

She tips her head and bites her lips, fighting a smile. â€œSounds good, Coach.â€

After what feels like a small eternity, I shake myself loose from her gaze and start down the hill without saying anything else. I can only dig myself deeper at this point. But the whole way, all I can think about is that, as shitty as my life is at the moment, it might have just gotten shittier.

Dirty

A poem by Blaire Leon

If sex is dirty, why would I do it with someone I love?

If sex is dirty, then didnâ€™t we all come from the dirt?

What if I like the dirt?

What if I want to get dirty?

What if I want to roll in the mud until Iâ€™m so fucking filthy that Iâ€™ll never be clean again?

When twenty-five-year-old graduate assistant Caiden Brenner asked Blaire Leon how old she was, she said she was a senior. He chose to believe she meant in college. They connect over Lord Byronâ€™s Don Juan and, as their conversations become increasingly thicker with sexual innuendo, Caiden finds himself obsessing over a totally off-limits undergrad whoâ€™s bold, beautiful, brilliant, and one of the most passionate poets heâ€™s ever met.

But it turns out Blaire hasn't been totally honest. She's the seventeen-year-old valedictorian of her high school class, taking courses at Sierra State while awaiting her acceptance to Stanford.

Will Caiden get too deeply into Blaire to back away before he finds out the truth? Or will their connection be enough to seduce him into risking his entire future on Jail Bait?

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Cover Reveal! Rachel Van Dyken The Consequence of Revenge

5/28/2015

RELEASE DAY: June 9 BLURB: After losing his best friend to another guy, the notoriously too-confident Max Emory suddenly feels lost. He may have devastatingly good looks, an abundance of charm, and a claim to one of the biggest hotel empires around, but he has no ambition anymore. So when his fed-up friends decide theyâ€™ve had enough of his moping, they sign him up to be the next bachelor on the reality series Love Island. And between his pride and his forged signature on an ironclad contract, Max just canâ€™t say no. Now heâ€™s stranded in paradise with twenty-four women, one terrifying goat, and Becca, the breathtaking barista who already turned him down back home. The closer Max gets to Becca, the more determined he becomes to win her over. As she gets to know him better, things start heating up. But is Becca really after Maxâ€™s heartâ€”or is she after the cash prize she could claim once the cameras stop rolling? AMAZON: http://amzn.to/1LiOvv4 GOODREADS: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/23381456-the-consequence-of-revenge About Rachel Van Dyken: Rachel Van Dyken is the New York Times, Wall Street Journal, and USA Today Bestselling author of regency and contemporary romances. When she's not writing you can find her drinking coffee at Starbucks and plotting her next book while watching The Bachelor. She keeps her home in Idaho with her Husband, adorable son, and two snoring boxers! She loves to hear from readers! Want to be kept up to date on new releases? Text MAFIA to 66866! You can connect with her on Facebook www.facebook.com/rachelvandyken or join her fan group Rachel's New Rockin Readers. Her website is www.rachelvandykenauthor.com . Links: Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/RachelVanDyken Twitter: https://twitter.com/RachVD Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4882127.Rachel_Van_Dyken?from_search=true Amazon Author Page: http://www.amazon.com/Rachel-Van-Dyken/e/B0054TW5AA/ref=sr_tc_2_0?qid=1407369649&sr=8-2-ent Newsletter: http://eepurl.com/8l7hP HTML for Blogger

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After losing his best friend to another guy, the notoriously too-confident Max Emory suddenly feels lost. He may have devastatingly good looks, an abundance of charm, and a claim to one of the biggest hotel empires around, but he has no ambition anymore. So when his fed-up friends decide theyâ€™ve had enough of his moping, they sign him up to be the next bachelor on the reality series Love Island. And between his pride and his forged signature on an ironclad contract, Max just canâ€™t say no.

Now heâ€™s stranded in paradise with twenty-four women, one terrifying goat, and Becca, the breathtaking barista who already turned him down back home. The closer Max gets to Becca, the more determined he becomes to win her over. As she gets to know him better, things start heating up. But is Becca really after Maxâ€™s heartâ€”or is she after the cash prize she could claim once the cameras stop rolling?

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The Seduction Factor Series by Scarlett Avery - Blog Tour!

5/27/2015

This is the ultimate weekend hook-up for Ciara Herrera when a business trip to Toronto, Canada turns into a raunchy weekend of sexual debauchery with Nikolaj von Henningsen—the dirty-talking blue-eyed billionaire with a sexy British accent.

Find out the lengths people will go to fulfill their fantasies in this super-sexy, sex-filled story of wanton lust with a sexually explosive happy ending. This fast-paced kinky alpha male billionaire romance series and tumultuous coming of age novel contains themes of domination and submission sure to leave you VERY hot & bothered.

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I like my relationships uncomplicated—make me come and I’ll return the favor. I don’t need to be your girlfriend—I don’t have time for that. I follow a very specific set of rules when it comes to men and it’s worked well for me until I met Nikolaj—the tall, dangerously hot, witty, blue-eyed billionaire with a sexy British accent and a bad boy attitude that leaves me panting. Without warning, the panty-dropping, dirty-talking masterful seducer broke every single one of my dating rules in one weekend of carnal debauchery. The man is delicious in every sense of the word. If I don’t get away right now, I may not be able to hold it together. Can I trust a man enough to allow him to dominate me? I’m Ciara Herrera, but you might know me as Sofia Herrera’s little sister. This is my story.

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Ciara returns to New York and she's trying her darnedest to put her naughty wanton sex-filled weekend in Toronto behind her by immersing herself back into her safe routine.

Unfortunately for her, the dirty-talking sex of God isn't willing to go out quietly. Desperate for some advice, she reaches out to her best friend, Harley. After an evening of heart-to-heart chat and a few too many drinks, Ciara wakes up to a brutal reality––Nikolaj has gotten under her skin. The drop-dead gorgeous billionaire masterminds a clever way to capture her attention and melt her heart. Unable to withstand the distance between them, Nicolaj offers to fly Ciara to Japan to be with him for a few days. Alas, while she was in Toronto, Ciara got a surprise visit from a VERY wealthy Spaniards, by the name of Mr. Echev. The tall and debonair Barcelonan is eager to hire her services at what ever cost. The man means business and he insists on whisking Ciara to Barcelona for her to evaluate firsthand how she might be able to put her talent at work. With Nicolaj in the Far East and Ciara in Spain, will the fifteen-hour distance threaten their hot and steamy affair?

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A sexy and VERY wealthy Spaniard, by the name of Dr. Diego Echevarria shakes her peaceful existence to the core with his unimaginable revelations. Ciara falls into a spiral of self-doubt reevaluating her entire life. Dr. Echevarria desperately tries to get in touch with Ciara to smooth things out, but she refuses to listen to his preposterous claims. But when Ciara’s mom flies to Barcelona to be by the Spaniard’s side, Ciara realizes she needs to get to the bottom of things. Who is this man and could there be a real connection her mother, Julia Herrera, has hidden from Ciara since birth. Can this mystery man shed some light as to why Ciara has always felt so different from her father Emilio? The men in Ciara’s life collide and there’s nothing she can do about it. With emotions running high, will Ciara and Nikolaj’s relationship flourish or crumble under the weight of these shocking revelations?

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In The Seduction Factor Book 4––Love Tangle we find out if Ciara and Nikolaj’s relationship is able to withstand the new changes in Ciara’s life. Ciara’s business continues to flourish and in book 4 she accepts to take on a new wealthy client who coincidentally puts her face-to-face with her biggest fear.

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Uncovered by Truth (Lies and Truth Duet #2) by Rachael Duncan - Cover Reveal!

5/27/2015

Title: Uncovered by Truth

Series: Lies and Truth Duet #2

Author: Rachael Duncan

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Date: June 17, 2015

My life has been full of uncertainties. Little did I know the biggest one would come in the form of a green-eyed beauty. She came into my life and flipped everything on its end and now things are more messed up than ever before.

Being former Special Forces, I’m no stranger to fighting, but this is different. This is personal. The stakes feel much higher and the struggle to save her will be my most challenging mission yet.

But I have a secret. A secret that threatens to tear apart everything we’ve built. I just hope she can overlook them when all is revealed.

You know me as Alex Matthews.

My mistake was getting involved with her, knowing what was on the line.

Their mistake was taking me away from her.

“What is she doing?” I mumble, squinting my eyes as I bring my face closer to the screen. She’s sitting in the middle of the bed as she holds the item from the kitchen out with one hand, glass of water in the other. That’s when I figure out what it is.

A bottle of pills.

Concern immediately prickles up my spine as she stares at the bottle for several minutes. “What are you doing, sweetheart?” I whisper. As if she heard me, she sets the glass down between her legs as she pops the top off the bottle. She dumps a handful of them into her palm and stares at them again. “No.” There’s no fucking way she’s about to give up like this. I won’t let her. She takes the dozen or so pills in her hand and tosses them back into her mouth.

Rachael Duncan is an Army wife to her amazing husband, Steven, and mother to their beautiful daughters, Natalie and Zoe. She grew up in Nashville, Tennessee and went off to graduate from the University of Tennessee with a bachelor's degree in political science. With initial plans to work in politics, she moved to Washington, D.C. and worked on Capitol Hill for a House Representative. She's currently a stay-at-home mom to her two kids and writes whenever she has some quiet time. She's the author of Tackled by Love and Hidden in Lies.

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Exposing the Heiress by Jennifer Apodaca - Cover Reveal!

5/27/2015

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Exposing the Heiress by Jennifer Apodaca

Release date: 8/4/15

About the book: This Marine will protect her at all costs… When wealthy heiress Alyssa Brooks finds out her stepfather has been paying her fiancé to marry her, she's humiliated and betrayed. She quickly breaks the engagement, only to be blackmailed by her now ex-fiancé, who threatens both Alyssa and the son she gave up for adoption. With nowhere to go, she turns to the one man she can trust. Former Marine sniper Hunter Reece's lethal skills could save Alyssa's life. But his little sister's best friend has turned into a woman, who is an irresistible mix of secrets and sexiness. And while Hunter can trust himself to protect her, he can't trust himself to keep his attraction hidden...or even pretend to be the man that Alyssa remembers. Because the only way to keep the lovely heiress safe is to become the one thing he knows she could never love...a killer. About Jennifer: Award winning author Jennifer Apodaca grew up in Southern California and met her very own hero at the dog pound. She worked there, he came in on business, and it was puppy love. They married and had three wonderful sons. While her husband worked on his master’s degree, Jen did the mom thing by day and went to college at night with the intention of pursuing a marketing degree. But her true passion was writing. With time at a premium, she had to make a choice. Choosing writing, and with the full support of her husband, she poured herself into her dream. A mere eight years later, she published her first book DATING CAN BE MURDER. In her career, Jen has written a fun and sexy mystery series and a variety of contemporary romances. Taking the pen name of Jennifer Lyon, she also created a dark, sizzling paranormal series, and most recently, The Plus One Chronicles, an emotional and sexy adult contemporary series. Jen has achieved many of her dreams except for attaining a self-cleaning house, a latte delivery service, and finding the holy grail of nonfattening wine and chocolate. She can live with those disappointments as long as she can keep writing the stories she loves to share with readers. Website * Twitter * Facebook * Goodreads

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Suit Yourself by Susan Mac Nicol - Blog Tour!

5/27/2015

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Scarred both physically and emotionally after a motorcycle accident, twenty-five year old ex fashion model and porn star Oliver Brown is about to be stripped bare by flamboyant twink Leslie Scott—and they’ll rebuild love from the bottom up.

BARING THE BEAST

Twenty-five year old Oliver Brown is addicted. Two years ago, he was at the height of his career as “Nicky Starr,” fashion model, porn actor, partier without peer. Then came the accident. Hiding his scars, both emotional and physical, he’s gone into hiding. But fine clothing is some solace. A new suit by Debussy? Better even than a ride on his motorcycle Hulk or all the things he used to give and take on camera.

Enter Leslie Scott, the flamboyant, dark-haired, heel-and-tiny-short-wearing twink sent to deliver Oliver’s newest fix. A firecracker, Leslie is dapper, generous, in touch with his feminine side but all man, and as gorgeous as any garment ever made. He makes Oliver dream of ending his reclusion, of recapturing a future forever denied him. But for that to happen, Leslie would have to strip him to the bone. Only then will they rebuild life from the bottom up.

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Strong fingers tangled in his hair as he kissed the crap out of Oliver, and Leslie floated in a sense of bliss. The scent of the man on top of him, his hardness digging into Leslie’s groin, the feel of lustful lips on his and the roughness of stubble on Leslie’s skin were all conspiring to send him out of his mind. He reached down and unzipped Oliver, desperate to feel that hardness in his hands. Oliver gave a heartfelt groan as Leslie’s fingers gripped his dick tightly, and his mouth grew even more ravenous. When they finally came up for air, Leslie’s lips were swollen and his brain completely scrambled by his lover’s greedy tongue and the rough strokes on his dick. He’d never felt so taken and assaulted and wanted in his life, and he loved it.

“You haven’t had any for a while, huh?” Leslie managed to get out between hungry, sloppy kisses and Oliver’s hand roaming all over his body, yanking up shirts, and rubbing his passion-hot skin.

“Christ, it has been too damn long,” Oliver panted as they stroked and mauled each other. “I’m sorry I’m not going to last enough to fuck you right now, Leslie, but we have all night. I want so badly to be inside you, but I need to take the edge off first.”

And that thought sent a thrill through Leslie’s groin and his dick exploded with creamy spurts of come that flooded his designer jeans and his groin, and he gave a strangled cry, pressed his mouth hard against Oliver’s neck, and bit down in the throes of his orgasm.

Yup, I’m a biter. Hope you can deal with it, Oliver.

Oliver yelped as Leslie’s teeth nipped skin and then he threw back his head and roared. Warm fluid coated Leslie’s hand, the scent of sex in the air overpowering. Oliver collapsed against him, both of them sticky and replete. Leslie closed his eyes to savour the fact he’d just jerked off Nicky Starr, his personal wet dream. Satisfaction radiated through his limbs and he smiled against Oliver’s sweaty shoulder.

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One of London’s up-and-coming chefs, Eddie Tripp has just the right recipe to drive tragedy from the mind of Gideon Kent—and leave him senseless with desire.

THE MEN OF LONDON
From Soho to Norwich, there’s no escaping love.

A TASTE OF FOREVER
An award-winning chef with his own restaurant and an inexhaustible passion, Gideon Kent once had everything. Then came tragedy. It stole more than Gideon’s home. He hasn’t cooked since.

Until Eddie Tripp. Fun-loving and vivacious, the Norfolk redhead’s a real up-and-comer in Gideon’s kitchen—and other places. Slim where Gideon’s broad, easy-going where Gideon is growly, he and Gideon seem polar opposites, and yet Eddie conjures flavors that would tempt anyone with a taste for perfection. The sauce of love is already simmering, and this pair is about to dine on the most delicious dish they’ve ever prepared. Because Eddie’s been Gideon’s missing ingredient all along.

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The murder of a shared friend leads a high-profile investigator and a psychic into a mystery involving lies, blackmail, BDSM—and into each other’s arms.

THE MEN OF LONDON

From Charing Cross to Waterloo, there’s no escaping love.

SEEING THROUGH…

28-year-old Draven Samuels has a tragic past, but as an investigator with a high-profile London company he now gets what he wants. Tough, sarcastic, and sceptical, he has no patience for lies and even less for people who waste his time. Even if they’re as beautiful as the wild and dark-haired Taylor Abelard. Especially when they’re talking over the body of a murder victim.

THE DARKNESS

Psychic Taylor Abelard is used to people calling him a freak. He can see past events and feel the ghostly vibrations of people close to him who’ve passed on. It’s why he doesn’t get too close to the living. But this time, against his better judgment, despite Draven’s mocking rejoinders, Taylor will get closer than ever before. The mystery of a dead friend will lead the two men down a dark and seedy trail of blackmail and lies. Add in the heartbreak of a family tragedy, and events lead them straight into each other’s arms. By the end of this night, all their demons will have risen—and been banished with the dawn.

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Susan Mac Nicol is a self confessed bookaholic, an avid watcher of videos of sexy pole dancing men, self confessed geek and nerd and in love with her Smartphone. This little treasure is called ‘the boyfriend’ by her long suffering husband, who says if it vibrated, there’d be no need for him. Susan hasn’t had the heart to tell him there’s an app for that…

She is never happier than when sitting in the confines of her living room/study/on a cold station platform scribbling down words and making two men fall in love. She is a romantic at heart and believes that everything happens (for the most part) for a reason. She likes to think of herself as a ‘half full’ kinda gal, although sometimes that philosophy is sorely tested.

Lover of walks in the forest, theatre productions, dabbling her toes in the cold North Sea and the vibrant city of London where you can experience all four seasons in a day , she is a hater of pantomime (so please don’t tar and feather her), duplicitous people, bigotry and self righteous idiots.

In an ideal world, Susan Mac Nicol would be Queen of England and banish all the bad people to the Never Never Lands of Wherever -Who Cares. As that’s never going to happen, she contents herself with writing her HEA stories and pretending, that just for a little while, good things happen to good

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Surviving Brooklyn by Elizabeth York - Blog Tour!

5/27/2015

Title: Surviving Brooklyn

Series: Brooklyn Series #1

Author: Elizabeth York

Genre: Romantic Suspense

Release Date: May 15, 2015

Brooklyn Montgomery, daughter of a well-known criminal, just moved into a new apartment. She needed to be closer to downtown because she landed her dream job of becoming an assistant District attorney. Little does she know that the reason for her new job is because a killer is raining down on New York City. The killer is taking out anyone who looks like her, including the last A.D.A., and covering their bodies with thousands of forget-me-nots. Is this a clue to catching the killer or does the killer want to lead Brooklyn to her demise?

Mark Stone, Brooklyn’s childhood friend, is the lead detective in the city. He has been handed the case, but has a limited window until the FBI takes over. While he hunts to find the killer he guards Brooklyn with his life. He knows she has feelings for him, but can the past be overlooked so they can be together after they catch the killer? What happens if they can’t stop the killer in time? Will he catch the killer and capture her heart, or will the final victim be the one he wanted all along, Brooklyn?

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I opened to him, and he pressed his body against mine, inhaling the moan that left my lips. All five of my senses were being overloaded by him. I could no longer hear anything but the rapid beating of my heart. I tasted coffee and whipped cream on his tongue as I inhaled his manly sandalwood scent. I looked into his eyes when he pulled away. My body burned with the need to touch him everywhere.

“Tell me no,” Mark whispered as he dropped to his knees. I watched in fascination while he untied the bow on my drawstring shorts. I shivered as I watched him pull down my shorts, exposing a pair of black lace underwear.

Up and coming author Elizabeth York has been writing for about seven years. Located in the southeast, she spends her days drinking sweet tea on the porch with her laptop in hand. She has devoted her life to her family and her books. With the loss of her Father to cancer in 2010 she makes "Dear Daddy" dedication pages in each book and donates 10% royalties to cancer research. Take the time to get to know the characters and you will love them as much as she does.

"This has to be one of the best new indie books out there. Elizabeth York packs a punch and delivers an awesome tale of suspense, mystery, anguish and love. Her characters are well written and the story grips you from the start, you won't want to put it down. Hold on for a helluva ride, because York delivers!" ~ Swoon Worthy Books

I love love LOVE this book. I can’t wait for the second installment to be released! AHHH dying over here, very impatient. Definitely recommend to other. ~ Amazon Customer

AMAZING! I was actually blown away by this story. I loved the story! It definitely kept me entertained and guessing. The twist near the end took me by complete surprise. ~ Amazon Customer