Release Blitz: Because by Jennifer Foor -Seven Year Itch Series – Book 4

 

 

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I’ve heard if you can make it through the first seven years of marriage you’ve made it past the tough part and it’s smooth sailing.

Whoever said that was an idiot.

I’ve been married for seven years, and in that time I’ve waited for my immature husband to grow up and become a responsible man.

It still hasn’t happened, and I’m at the end of my rope. I need him to be a father to our child, not someone who needs his own toys to be content.

I want a partner, not a guy more concerned about his friends than his wife.

This is my marriage, and before I throw in the towel I’ve decided to do something drastic to make it happen.

I’m Shayla Vincent and this is my story.

 

 

 

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A Maryland native who spends most of her time devising a plan to live off the land on some remote island, where no one will ever find her.

She is a married mother of two kids, who may or may not drive her completely bonkers. In her spare time she enjoys shooting pool, camping and spending time with friends and family.

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Release Blitz + Excerpt + 5 Star Review + Giveaway : ROCK by JA Huss

 

 

 

Title: Rock
Author: JA Huss
Genre: Rock Star Romantic Suspense
 Release Date: March 7, 2016
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He had it all. He lost it all. And all he wants now is a second chance.

RK Saber ran from tragedy five years ago when his car went over the side of a mountain in a prom-night crash. Consumed by guilt, he walked away from Juilliard and morphed into Rock, front man for the global rock-band sensation, Son of a Jack. Five members. Five best friends. Five rising stars burning so bright, they had to know it couldn’t last.

When tragedy strikes again and the band goes from five to two, RK is sentenced to… home. Back to the place where all his nightmares started. Back to the memory of all the things he lost. Back to the reality he refused to face before he left.

The Vetti twins were identical in all ways but two. Melanie was insane and Melissa was not. One twin was killed on prom night five years ago and one twin was not. And now that RK has returned home, the twin left standing has quite a story to tell. Could she really be the girl he thought he’d lost forever? Or is Melanie just up to her same old tricks?

ROCK is a rock-star romantic suspense by the New York Times bestselling master of twist, JA Huss.

 

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I take my shirt off as I walk across the hallway, throwing it down on the floor. Missy is standing with her back to me, testing the temperature of the shower. She peeks over her shoulder and smiles. “I know you probably hear this all this time, but damn, Rowan Kyle. You should never take that shirt off in public again.”

I go for my pants, unbuttoning them, unzipping them. She watches every move. And then I kick off my boots and fling them into the hallway with the shirt. She turns all the way around now and I feel myself getting hard as she presses her palm against my cock, squeezing it through my pants.

“If I knew you were coming back I’d have waited for you.”

God, that hurts.

“I just…” She stops, her sad eyes lingering on mine. “I just didn’t think you would. Come back, I mean.”

“I’m sorry,” I say. And I mean it. I’m so fucking sorry I wasn’t her first.

“It’s OK. We get to skip all that awkward fumbling, right?” She swallows hard and I know she’s sorry too. She was the only girl I dreamed about. The only girl I ever wanted. Even after all my rock-star nights, Melissa Vetti is still the only girl I want.

I place both my hands on her cheeks and lean down to kiss her mouth. Her lips part, her tongue seeking out mine. It’s soft, and slow, and short. Way, way too short.

She pulls away, taking her hand off my cock, and turns, stepping into the shower. I let my pants fall to the floor and toss them in the hallway. The shower has a clear glass surround and I watch her as she stands under the water, her fingers massaging it into her hair.

I step in with her and place my hands on her shoulders so I can turn her towards me. “Melissa—”

“Shh,” she says. “I don’t want to talk about it right now. I just want to enjoy this.” She picks up the soap and starts to lather me up, massaging the bubbles along my arms. Over my chest. Up and down my back.

I grab the bottle of shampoo and squeeze some into my palm, then rub my hands together and begin working it through her long, dark, hair as I study her face. The makeup is smearing as I watch. It makes her look like she’s crying.

“I feel like this is a dream,” she says, her soapy hands moving to my front. “I feel like I’ve been granted some wish but it’s all fake and you’re just going to disappear again. Leave me here alone. Lonely. You want to know why I stay home, RK?”

No. No, I really don’t.

“Because I’m lonely. Because you were my life. And I know I was having doubts back when we were about to graduate, but they were small doubts. Growing-up doubts. Not-knowing-what-I-wanted doubts. But I was never going to break up with you, RK. Never. And I was certainly never going to walk away from us.”

Fuck. I guess I haven’t looked at it from her point of view very much. “I walked away.”

“You walked away.” Her frown is so deep it hurts my heart.

“I’m sorry. I don’t even know why—”

“Shh,” she says again. “Later.”

Her hand slides up and down my cock as she looks me in the eyes. It’s a very intimate moment. Probably the most intimate moment I’ve had in years.

“Rinse,” I say.

Missy turns away, and I swear, I know what she’s feeling. Every time she does that I think she will never turn back to me again. I hate when she turns away. I watch as she rinses the shampoo out of her hair. The water streams down her face like that waterfall where we had our first kiss.

She’s not Melanie. How could I ever think she was Melanie?

“Can I make you dinner tonight? Before the show?” she asks when she turns back. The relief that she’s still here is real, as irrational as it is.

“Dinner?” I say, trying to wrap my head around the change of subject. I was about to attack her, lift her up, press her back against the wall, and fuck the shit out of her and now she’s talking about dinner.

“Yeah. Do you still like lemon pasta? Like your mom used to make?”

“Jesus,” I say. “The angel hair with the white wine sauce? I haven’t thought about that in years.”

“Yeah. Remember when I made that for you on your seventeenth birthday?” She laughs. It was a fun night. A really fun night. The kind of fun you only have with the girl of your dreams before you turn to drugs and need alcohol and sex to force the fun. “I fucked it all up,” she says through a giggle.

I grin as I picture her attempt to cook me something. “I’m not sure how anyone can fuck that recipe up, but yeah. You did.” She bites her lip and I almost die. “It was perfect though. Because you made it. And you made it special for me.”

“You ate every bite.”

“There was no chance in hell I wouldn’t, Missy. Not after you went to all that trouble. So sure. I’m not gonna complain about a trip down memory lane with you tonight.”

“Good,” Missy sighs. “Good.” And then she grabs the conditioner and the possibility of sex fades away.

I’m actually glad it fades. I’m glad she changed the subject. Turned us in a different direction. I know I hate-fucked her when I first got back into town, and I’m sorry about that. I’d like to take it back and get a do-over. I’d rather wait. Like we did when we were kids. I’d rather wait until we know for sure this is real, and special, and maybe even permanent.I’d like to take my time with Melissa Vetti.

 

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5StarMichel’s Review

What do you get when you add J.A. Huss + a smoking hot rockstar + an evil twin + dead bandmates + a once in a lifetime love?  It’s not a difficult equation, the answer is quite simple… a fantastic book…Rock: A Rock Star Romantic Suspense by J. A. Huss.

J. A. Huss is known for writing romance with a twist.  Her characters, plots, and delivery are complex and unpredictable.  She weaves a tale with mystery and intrigue that sneaks up on the reader because they become involved in the relationship between the main characters.  The building of the relationship, the intense chemistry, and the erotic scenes keep the readers glued to the pages.  And then suddenly the underlying plot takes the characters and readers hostage.  It’s impossible to put the book down.  J. A. Huss outdid herself with Rock.  This book had multiple twists and turns.  It was hard to predict who was the hero and who was the villain.  The relationship between Rock and Missy was even more unpredictable because it was never clear who they really were.  As the story evolved and the revelations were made, it added more intrigue.

Rock , aka Rowen Kyle Saber, is more than a rock star.  He is a talented musician, superstar, small town boy, and simple man.  His road to stardom was an accidental effect of his troubled younger life.  He fled from his small hometown in Colorado after a tragic accident that caused the death of his girlfriend.  He never intended to return but fate had other plans.  Another accident that caused the death of bandmates has forced him to return home.  This time the evidence has implicated him as the one responsible for their deaths.  He’s forced to face his past, his losses, and his questionable future.  He has to face his dead girlfriend’s evil twin sister and the brother he turned his back on.  He is also forced to start dealing with the issues that led him to becoming a drug addict.  He’s still trying to recover from his injuries and grief from losing his bandmates.  He’s a mess, he’s blacking out and losing considerable amounts of time.  The people he’s depending on to help him seem to be turning their backs on him.  But that’s only his perception of what is happening, in reality it’s a completely different story.  Now he has to figure out the truth about the Rock, R.K., and Rowen Kyle Saber.  Three separate men encased in one body with one reality. Who is he and what has he done?

Read this book.  It’s guaranteed to keep you glued to the pages.  J. A. Huss has delivered a chart topping hit book!

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6446815JA Huss is the USA Today bestselling author of more than twenty romances. She likes stories about family, loyalty, and extraordinary characters who struggle with basic human emotions while dealing with bigger than life problems. JA loves writing heroes who make you swoon, heroines who make you jealous, and the perfect Happily Ever After ending.

 

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Happy Release: Anti-Romance by Cassia Leo….A Stand Alone Novel

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Anti-Romance

A Stand Alone Novel

By Cassia Leo

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About Anti-Romance:

Laney Hill is screwed. On the bed. On the treadmill. On the hood of a BMW. And on her boss’s desk. Then she’s screwed again when she steps into the free clinic and finds out she has gonorrhea. That dirty prick gave her gonorrhea! She’s totally going to break up with him…until he breaks up with her…because he’s married!

A night out drinking with friends leads to a fateful–yet awkwardly-sloppy–kiss between her and her best friend George Bratton.

George has been single and pining for his ex-girlfriend ever since their breakup two years ago. When his ex invites him to her destination wedding in London, self-destructive George and gonorrhea survivor Laney make a deal to go as each other’s dates. It will make great material for Laney’s “Anti-Romance” blog and maybe it will help George finally get over his ex. Nothing could possibly go wrong, right?

This is a stand-alone novel.

 

 

Chapter One

ANTI-ROMANCE
CHAPTER 1 – EXCERPT

Copyright © 2016 by Cassia Leo.

The tip of his erection was pressed firmly against my opening, a rock hard promise of the pleasure to come. This was the way he loved to tease me, right after making me come with his masterful tongue. He knew I needed him inside me. Needed to feel his girth stretching me. Needed to feel the closeness of his sweat-dampened skin pressed against mine.
But he wasn’t going to give in so easily.
First he would draw out the anticipation, until I was begging for him to fuck me. He would kiss and caress my body until I was forced to beg for it, until I reached the point of no return, where even the slightest touch would set off a chain reaction inside my body; a domino effect of nerve endings firing through every inch of my body, cascading uncontrollably toward my center, concluding in a mind-numbing, thigh-quaking, chest-rattling climax. Then, and only then, did he plunge into me with the force of an armada crashing upon the shores, ready to plunder the land for all its riches. I, the willingly-pillaged maiden, could only cry out in unbridled ecstasy as he took everything I had. Every moan. Every scream. Every drop of passion coursing through me.
When he finished inside me, his dying erection still twitching in its final death throes, he draped his body over mine as I lay back across the hood of his BMW. Mouth slightly hung open, his breathing heavy on my damp skin as his lips pressed against my neck. Each breath he exhaled sent a gentle shiver coursing through me; goosebumps sprouted over my skin as he lightly stroked my outer thigh with the backs of his fingers.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” he murmured in my ear.
Though Rick had said these words a thousand times since we began dating two months ago, I still reminded myself not to believe them. I wasn’t gorgeous—not by his standards or anyone else’s. Maybe I could be described as “cute…if she lost a few pounds, got lip injections, and used a curling iron on those limp locks every once in a while.” No one—other than Rick—had ever called me, Laney Hill, gorgeous.
But what I lacked in the looks department, I more than made up for with a firm grip and a “fiery spirit,” as my former women’s studies professor used to call it; or, as my best friend liked to call it these days, my “unbridled cynicism.”
My best friend, George Bratton, was a serial monogamist and—God help him—a hopeless romantic. His shortest romantic relationship lasted more than a year. My longest relationship lasted ten months, and that ended a few years ago when I decided to change careers. Since then, I’d plowed through more men than Al Capone’s Tommy gun.
Of course, most of my romantic misadventures had been undertaken in the name of research for my blog, lovingly named Anti-Romance: The seedy parlor where romance goes to get a happy-ending before it dies. At least, this is what I had convinced myself of. I only entered dead-end relationships for my job. It certainly wasn’t because I was screwed up in any way. Nope. Not me. I was just an artist willing to live my art. I entertained the world—well, my 257,000 subscribers—with my cocked-up love life. I was the canvas and my choice of medium was unavailable men.
“I guess I’ll talk to you tomorrow after the rally?” I asked the question in a breathy murmur, trying to make my minuscule request sound even less demanding.
He blew out a deep breath as he stood straighter. “I can’t. I’ll be flying to D.C. to play preschool teacher to some women’s rights groups. I have to coordinate the announcement of their endorsements on social media. I’ll call you to set something up when I get back.”
I forced a smile as his green eyes locked on mine. “Of course. If you need any help,” I replied, tracing the tip of my tongue along his sharp jawline, savoring the salt of his efforts, “I’m great at kissing up to disillusioned constituents.”
He chuckled heartily as he pulled away and reached for his waistline to button his slacks. “As much as I appreciate the offer, I think the candidate would rather I tackle this alone.”
The candidate.
Three months into our smoldering farce of a courtship and Rick still felt the need to call Senator John Grossman—the Republican presidential candidate he worked for—“the candidate.” As if I were too stupid to know he was referring to Senator Grossman.
I may not have graduated from Harvard, but I was not stupid.
In fact, I graduated in the top two percent of my class with a degree in psychology and a minor in women’s studies. Our country, on the other hand, was circling the Idiocracy drain. As evidenced by the untethered enthusiasm for reality TV—and, in my case, reality blogs—it was only a matter of time before we Americans would go sliding down a sludge-filled drainpipe and end up sloshing around the intellectual sewer system. The way I saw it, if our ship was going down, I wanted to go down in a yacht, not a life raft.
I adjusted the crotch of my panties, all the while ignoring the burning itch that always followed rough sex with Rick. Though, it did seem to be getting worse lately. Must be a slight feminine “imbalance.” Nothing a little over-the-counter ointment wouldn’t fix.
I smoothed down the skirt of my dress as Rick pulled up the zipper on his trousers. He wore that sly grin that communicated one of the following: a) He could go for another round, or b) He was quite pleased that he had conquered me in yet another public forum. The first time we had sex in public was on my third day working undercover in Grossman’s Austin headquarters.
I thought seducing a Republican would make a great story for my blog followers. Rick thought having sex on his desk would be a great stress reliever. I knew we would make a great team.
Actually, Rick was the first guy I’d considered letting in on my secret. Since I started my Anti-Romance blog four years ago, I’d told zero men that our relationship would be used for entertainment. Online, I went by the pseudonym Amber F. Thus far, none of my male companions had linked me to Amber. But Rick and I had been working together and fucking each other for almost three months. Somehow, this felt different.
And, technically, I hadn’t written about Rick on the blog yet. I usually journaled about my relationships in a private app on my computer until we broke up. Then I’d go back and embellish my journal entries wherever necessary and upload each entry to the blog. My followers didn’t know if my dating life was happening in real time or past tense. Part of me did this because I was fastidious about never publishing a first draft, even if it was a first draft of a real life event. Another part of me hoped that when I found the right guy, my followers would never know anything about him, because our relationship would never end so I’d never have the opportunity to blog about it.
Stranger things had happened.
The look in Rick’s green eyes was breaking me down brick by brick. I felt myself blushing from the top of my head to my nether regions. I had to tell him about the blog.
He reached up and cupped my face, his thumb gently stroking my cheek. “I can’t wait until the primaries are over and I can take you away with me for a few days.” He brushed his lips over mine and the pulsing ache between my legs returned, which only accentuated the burning itch. “Where do you want me to fuck you next? Under a waterfall in Hawaii? In front of the Eiffel Tower in Paris?”
“Benghazi!” I blurted out and his face hardened as he pulled away. I delivered a playful shove to his solid chest. “I’m kidding. Paris sounds magnifique.”
The sound of a car door opening startled us both. I whipped my head around to find my young and surly-in-a-hot-way neighbor stepping out of his pickup truck, which was parked right next to Rick’s BMW.
He was sitting in his truck this whole time?
My face flushed with heat as my neighbor attempted to keep his head down while passing us, but he couldn’t hide his smirk. Oh. My. God. The poor guy was trapped in his car this whole time because he was too afraid to disturb our public fuck-session.
“I’m sorry,” I murmured as he passed.
His head twitched in my direction, but he didn’t dare make eye contact. “No worries, ma’am,” he muttered as he continued toward our apartment complex.
It was about 60 degrees in January, but I could swear it was summer in Austin as a searing warmth crept up my cheeks.

About Cassia:
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New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Cassia Leo loves her coffee, chocolate, and margaritas with salt. When she’s not writing, she spends way too much time watching old reruns of Friends and Sex and the City. When she’s not watching reruns, she’s usually walking in the rain or reading.

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Release Blitz + Giveaway: Little Black Break by Tabatha Vargo & Melissa Andrea

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My name’s Sebastian Black, and my life as I know it is over. My little black book days were numbered the minute I met Rosslyn. She became my one and only and lightened my dark soul.
But now my past is threatening my future—threatening the woman I love. I’ll do whatever it takes to protect her. Even if I have to lie—pretend to cheat—I need her to leave my world and remain safe.
Breaking her heart is killing me, but I refuse to let my old sins destroy the only good in my life.
If you love her, let her go. If you’re dangerous like me, pray she stays away. I won’t let her get caught in the crossfire. No matter who I have to break.

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“Sebastian says touch yourself.” His husky
voice brushed the side of my neck, sending chills to my toes. “Slide your
fingers into your sweet pussy so I can suck them clean.”
I melted beneath him, my thighs widening
automatically as my wandering fingers rolled over my clit. Sensation moved over
me and my body tensed. Sebastian was the king of foreplay, leaving me wet and
ready—throbbing so hard I thought I’d die if he didn’t put me out of my misery.
“Please, Sebastian. Give me what I want,” I
begged.
All this time together and he was still able
to make me beg for his touch—make me breathe his name until he soothed the sweet
ache he’d built between my thighs.
“Ah, come on, Mrs. Black. How do you expect
me to hold out when you beg so sweetly?”
“I’m not Mrs. Black yet, Mr. Black,” I teased.
Sebastian had officially proposed the night I
graduated from Tech with my Associate’s
in Criminal Justice. He’d offered to pay for an expensive four-year college, but I was determined to do
things on my own, which meant Tech it was. And with my past and the many years
I’d spent needing justice for the murder of my parents, criminal justice made
sense.
His proposal was unexpected since everyone
who knew Sebastian knew he wasn’t the marrying kind. Even I was shocked when he
dropped to one knee in the middle of our bedroom and asked me to spend the rest
of my life with him.
I’d had some champagne at the celebratory
dinner after my graduation ceremony, and I wasn’t sure I’d heard him correctly,
but then he looked up at me with pure adoration and I knew—I just knew—I never
wanted to be away from him. I’d never love another man the way I loved
Sebastian, and no other man would ever love me the way he did.
I said yes, and we spent the rest of the
night making love.
It was beautiful.
Perfection.
Everything Sebastian embodied.
That was a week ago, and his look of
adoration still lingered in his expression, but as he looked down at me, it was a raw,
unadulterated need that filled his clear blue eyes.
His grin was dark and dangerous as he pulled
my fingers from my trembling body and sucked the glistening moisture from their
length—his tongue flicking at the tips. Desire struck me deep and I bit into my
lip to control the animalistic growl that crawled up the back of my throat.
Dark, damp hair fell over his scorching blue
eyes and I brushed it away with my free hand, losing my fingers in its thickness.
My hips lifted from the plush mattress, begging on their own for his length.
He chuckled, the sound rich and exotic as it rumbled across my skin.
“Official or not, you’re mine, Rosslyn.
You’ve been mine since the first time I laid eyes on you. Do you understand?”
His thick cock massaged my entrance soothing
the ache briefly as he teased me in return. With his skin beneath my nails, I
dug my fingers deep into his flesh as I tried to pull his body into mine.
“Now, Sebastian. I need you,” I breathed.
“No, beautiful, not until you give me what I
want.”
I knew what he wanted, but like him, I liked
to make him beg for it. It was why we worked.
Push and pull.
Give and take.
I was able to hook Sebastian Black because I
wasn’t afraid to fight him—to make him quake with want, quiver with need. We
drove each other crazy, and I wouldn’t have wanted it any other way. Still, I
pressed my lips together, holding out for a little longer.
He pushed against me harder, my insides
burning for his intrusion.
“Fuck,” he rumbled. “Say it, Rosslyn. Tell me
what I want to hear and I’ll give you what you want. I’ll give you what you
want all night long, baby.”
I lifted my hips to draw him in, but he
pulled back letting the cool air rush between us.
“Give me what I want and I’ll tell you what
you want to hear,” I countered.
Again, he snickered; the evident strain in
his voice letting me know I was close to winning.
His body was stiff above me, his biceps trembling from holding up his weight and his
hips shaking against my core. I could see the defeat in his eyes as he licked
his lips and his breath quickened. He was incredibly sexy all the time, but
nothing beat Sebastian in the heat of the moment—the
seconds before he climbed into me and set both our bodies aflame.
And then he shifted and filled me.
Deep.
Thick.
Stretching me so completely I mewed in
appreciation.
He closed his eyes against the pleasure, and
we sighed in unison at the sweet relief.
“Is this what you want, dirty girl? You want
my cock deep inside you?” His breathing was erratic; his eyes steeled in
preparation for taking me hard and fast the way I liked it.
I nodded as I internally celebrated winning
our little game of tug-of-war.
“Say it, Rosslyn.” He pulled back and pushed
into me—hard and swift—deeper and deeper with each thrust. It felt amazing.
He felt wonderful.
“Fuck, you feel incredible,” he growled. “I’ll
never get over how perfect you feel. So tight—so wet—wrapped around my cock.”
My toes dug into the mattress as desire worked its way from my hips and into my
stomach. I loved the way Sebastian talked to me—especially during sex. It was
an aphrodisiac for my senses, and it made me feel powerful. It made me feel
wanted—like he could never get enough of me, which was good considering I knew
I’d never get enough of him.
“Say it, baby. I need to hear it.”
I loved it when he begged—the strain in his
voice fulfilling me emotionally while his body pleasured me physically. The
tension in his voice thick and ready to
snap. He wanted me—he needed me to soothe his ache the way he was soothing
mine.
It was physical, but it was also mental.
Emotionally, Sebastian needed more. He needed
me to reach inside his mind and soothe him in a way I couldn’t with my body.
Spiritually, he needed depth. To know that I was latching on to him and never
leaving his side. All his life he’d been left. Put on the side of the road and
never collected. I’d always known how broken he was, but I also knew it was my
job to keep him together.
I opened my mouth to say the words he longed
to hear, to give him the relief he was giving me, but he plowed into my center
once more and the words melted on my tongue leaving a pleasured moan in their
stead.
“Say it, Rosslyn,” he demanded.
He was getting louder, his body
stronger—faster—ruthless.
I was lost in a sea of baby blue as he stared
down at me with determination. Sweat dotted his brow, threatening to drip onto
my flaming skin. I dug my fingernails into the flesh of his firm ass, making
him growl. He quickened, taking my body with passion—slamming into me—pushing
me to the head of the bed and to the brink of release.
“I can’t … I can’t say it,” I stuttered.
Confusion swept over his expression. “Why
not?”
And then I smiled because I knew I’d
officially won our little game. It wasn’t often that I won in our little game
of wits and foreplay, but I’d held out regardless of the intensity of his
movements—the passion in his eyes—the pleasure that flowed through me so
completely.
I’d won.
“Because you didn’t say Sebastian says.”
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Release Blitz + Excerpt + Giveaway: Slave To Rhythm by Jane Harvey-Berrick

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Slave To Rhythm

By Jane Harvey- Berrick

Release Date: March 8th, 2016

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Dance. Guns.

Music. Bullets.

Rhythm. Pain.

Music in my head, dance in my body, the rhythm of my heart.

How far can you fall in just one month? How quickly can the human spirit be broken? Where does evil hide in plain sight?

Ash wants to dance. Needs it. To leave behind a life of expectation and duty, to set his soul free.

But life is never that simple. Every step is a journey on a new road.

For every action, there is a reaction.

Every choice has a consequence.

And when you meet the wrong person, all bets are off.

Laney tolerates her limitations, pushing quietly at boundaries. But when Ash crashes into her world through rage and violence, it sets off a chain reaction that neither of them expected.

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Excerpt

Laney POV

I tiptoed into the living room to get a couple of cookies from the kitchen. I noticed that Ash had left the drapes open and it gave me a chance to study his beautiful face, younger and softer in sleep.

But he wasn’t asleep, and I froze.

He was stretched out on the couch, his bare chest almost luminous in the glow of the street lamps.

One hand rested on his chest, but the other…

The thin sheet was pushed down to his thighs and he was stroking himself. His long fingers that had massaged me so thoroughly earlier in the evening were firmly grasping his hard dick and working it up and down, his thumb sweeping over the wide head. His eyes were closed, his mouth slightly open, and his breaths were quick and shallow.

I knew I should turn around and go, leaving him alone in this very private moment, not watching like some creepy voyeur. But I couldn’t. I was mesmerized by the sight of him pleasuring himself, his hand moving faster, his firm chest rising and falling rapidly.

He muttered something in his own language, and I could tell by the tightness in his face that he was close. And God, if it wasn’t the hottest thing I’d ever seen.

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6458246For as long as I can remember, I wanted to write. Perhaps it was growing up in a village well known for its mystery and folklore, which sparked my imagination as a child.

I enjoy writing in several different genres, and I’ve just published my first romcom, ‘Dazzled’.

All my books have a little me in them, and I’m inspired by the personal stories of those around me. It’s often from a simple discussion overheard in the train (‘Exposure’), in a café, or in the street, where ideas for characters or scenes come to me.

I fell in love with both Sam (‘The New Samurai’) and the eponymous Sebastian in ‘The Education of Sebastian’ and the sequel ‘The Education of Caroline’, and missed them desperately once I’d finished their stories. I love writing dialogue and always try to include touches of humour in the most poignant stories.

Whether you like adult romance novels, new or young adult writing, thrillers, or fantasy, I hope you’ll enjoy the journey through my stories.

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Release Blitz: Rough Rhythm by Tessa Bailey… A Made In Jersey Novella… 1001 Dark Nights

ROUGH RHYTHM BY TESSA BAILEY IS NOW AVAILABLE

 

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SYNOPSIS:

God help the woman I take home tonight.

Band manager James Brandon never expected to find the elusive satisfaction he’d been chasing, let alone stumble upon it in some sleezy Hollywood meat market. Yet the girl’s quiet pride spoke to him from across the bar, louder than a shout. Troubled, hungry and homeless, she’d placed her trust in him. But after losing the grip on his dark desires that one fateful night, James has spent the last four years atoning for letting her down.

This time I’ll finally crack him.

Rock band drummer Lita Regina has had enough of James’s guilt. She wants the explosive man she met that night in Hollywood. The man who held nothing back and took no prisoners—save Lita. And she’ll stop at nothing to revive him. Even if it means throwing herself into peril at every turn, just to get a reaction from her stoic manager. But when Lita takes her quest one step too far, James disappears from her life, thinking his absence will keep her safe.

Now it’s up to Lita to bring James back…and ignite an inferno of passion in the process.

Reader Advisory: ROUGH RHYTHM contains fantasies of nonconsensual sex, acted upon by consenting characters. Readers with sensitivity to portrayals of nonconsensual sex should be advised.

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EXCERPT:

This time she would finally crack him.

Ignoring stares from her cellmates, Lita jogged in place, preparing for the confrontation with James, her band manager. This was her ritual before shows, too. It loosened the limbs, shook out the demons. She took her role as drummer for Old News seriously, same way she considered riling up James a form of art. For four freaking years, they’d been repeating this song and dance—and Lita was over it. Today was the day James lost his cool. The way he’d lost it the night they met.

Remembering the state she’d been in when James found her, Lita jogged a little faster. At twenty-three, she wasn’t that scrawny, starving girl now. Not in most ways, anyway. The memory of what took place that night still had the ability to steal her breath, make her restless. But unlike the girl she’d been at nineteen, Lita didn’t wait for fate to wave its magical hand. No. She grabbed fate’s wrist and shook, shook, until the pieces fell into an acceptable pattern. That modus operandi is what had landed her inside a musky, Wilshire division holding cell of LA County’s jail system.

Lita didn’t have a head for numbers, but was pretty damn sure today would mark the twenty-first time James had bailed her out of a jail-type situation. Looking after the interests of Old News’s members was his job. Their relationship, however, fell outside the parameters of a typical musician-manager arrangement. Not that he would ever admit it. No, James simply continued to show up when Lita got into trouble, lecturing her about proper behavior on the way to dropping her off. And leaving. He left every time, that distinguished jaw of his firmly set, sunglasses hiding the guilt she knew lurked in his eyes four years later.

Not this time. Last night, Lita had gone above and beyond to ensure this morning wrought one of two outcomes: James quitting, giving up on her like everyone else did eventually, or his control finally slipped. One way or another, she wouldn’t be in limbo come tonight. She’d been there too long.

Lita stopped jogging when she heard the jingling of the guard’s keys. James was right on time, as usual. Her cellmates craned their necks, some coming to their feet in the hopes they were being released. Lita stowed a pang of sympathy and whipped her hair into a quick ponytail. The guard cast a tired-eyed glance in her direction and unlocked the door. “Lita Regina, your bail has been posted.”

ABOUT TESSA BAILEY

10929005_328734870648822_8403984229136741124_nTessa Bailey is originally from Carlsbad, California. The day after high school graduation, she packed her yearbook, ripped jeans and laptop, driving cross-country to New York City in under four days. Her most valuable life experiences were learned thereafter while waitressing at K-Dees, a Manhattan pub owned by her uncle. Inside those four walls, she met her husband, best friend and discovered the magic of classic rock, managing to put herself through Kingsborough Community College and the English program at Pace University at the same time. Several stunted attempts to enter the work force as a journalist followed, but romance writing continued to demand her attention. She now lives in Long Island, New York with her husband of eight years and four-year-old daughter. Although she is severely sleep-deprived, she is incredibly happy to be living her dream of writing about people falling in love.

Publishing Credits

Baiting the Maid of Honor, Entangled Brazen, June 2014

Unfixable (New Adult), Entangled Embrace, April 2014

Protecting What’s Theirs (novella), Entangled Brazen, March 2014

Staking His Claim, Entangled Brazen, February 2014

Asking For Trouble, Entangled Brazen, November 2013

Officer Off Limits, Entangled Brazen, June 2013

His Risk to Take, Entangled Brazen, May 2013

Protecting What’s His, Entangled Brazen, February 2013

Owned by Fate, Entangled Brazen, September 2014

Exposed by Fate, Entangled Brazen, October 2014

Riskier Business, Entangled Brazen, December 2014

Risking It All (Crossing the Line 1), Entangled Select, January 2015

Driven by Fate, Entangled Brazen, February 2015

Chase Me (Broke & Beautiful 1), Avon Impulse, March 2015

Need Me (Broke & Beautiful 2), Avon Impulse, April 2015

Off Base (novella) self-published, May 2015

Up in Smoke (Crossing the Line 2), Entangled Select, June 2015

Make Me (Broke & Beautiful 3), Avon Impulse, August 2015

Crashed Out (Made in Jersey 1), Entangled Brazen, December 2015

Boiling Point (Crossing the Line 3), Entangled Select, January 2016

Rough Rhythm, 1001 Dark Nights Project, March 2016

Thrown Down (Made in Jersey 2), Entangled Brazen, April 2016

Raw Redemption (Crossing the Line 4), Entangled Select, June 2016

Worked Up (Made in Jersey 3), Entangled Brazen, August 2016

Wound Tight (Made in Jersey 4), Entangled Brazen, December 2016

 

 

 

Early Release: Ice by Hilary Storm & Kathy Coopmans – Elite Forces Series – Book 1

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Ice

Elite Forces Series – Book 1

By Hilary Storm & Kathy Coopmans

Release Date: March 8th, 2016

Buy: Amazon / Amazon UK / B & N / ITunes / Kobo

Synopsis

Warning- This book contains explicit language and graphic sexual content.

 

Captain Jade Elliott of the United States Army spent her entire career working her ass off to get to this point and she couldn’t be more proud. She’s gained notoriety through her actions as well as the respect of her team. She’s one of the first women to graduate as a Ranger and has been called to serve on a secret mission. So why is she about to do something that could throw that all away?

 

Kaleb Maverick has been called to act as Commander for a vital mission and has done his research. He knows his team very well, in fact he hand selected them. He’s retired, but still very active in the private sector, leading his personal team to countless successful missions. Now he’s going back for one last mission.

 

What happens when his mission is to get the girl? What if she’s not ready to be captured? Their chemistry is explosive and the heat is intense, but can Maverick come back with his head held high or will she be the first mission he fails?

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kathy coopmanAmazon Best Selling Author Kathy Coopmans, lives in Michigan with her husband Tony where they have two grown sons.

After raising her children she decided to publish her first book and retiring from being a hairstylist.

She now writes full time.

She’s a huge sports fan with her favorite being Football and Tennis.

She’s a giver and will do anything she can to help another person succeed!

 

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hilary stormHilary Storm lives with her high school sweetheart and three children in Oklahoma. She drives her husband crazy talking about book characters everyday like they are real people. She graduated from Southwestern Oklahoma State University with an MBA in Accounting. Her passions include being a mom, writing, reading, photography, music, mocha coffee, and spending time with friends and family. She is the international best-selling author of the Rebel Walking Series, Bryant Brothers Series, Inked Brothers Series, and Six.

 

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Release Blitz: Us by Sarina Bowen & Elle Kennedy – Him #2

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Us

Him – Book 2

By Sarina Bowen & Elle Kennedy

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Synopsis

Can your favorite hockey players finish their first season together undefeated?

Five months in, NHL forward Ryan Wesley is having a record-breaking rookie season. He’s living his dream of playing pro hockey and coming home every night to the man he loves—Jamie Canning, his longtime best friend turned boyfriend. There’s just one problem: the most important relationship of his life is one he needs to keep hidden, or else face a media storm that will eclipse his success on the ice.

Jamie loves Wes. He really, truly does. But hiding sucks. It’s not the life Jamie envisioned for himself, and the strain of keeping their secret is taking its toll. It doesn’t help that his new job isn’t going as smoothly as he’d hoped, but he knows he can power through it as long as he has Wes. At least apartment 10B is their retreat, where they can always be themselves.

Or can they? When Wes’s nosiest teammate moves in upstairs, the threads of their carefully woven lie begin to unravel. With the outside world determined to take its best shot at them, can Wes and Jamie develop major-league relationship skills on the fly?

Warning: contains sexual situations, a vibrating chair, long-distance sexytimes, and proof that hockey players look hot in any shade of green.

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Him

By Sarina Bowen & Elle Kennedy

Release Date: July 28, 2015

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Synopsis

Jamie Canning has never been able to figure out how he lost his closest friend. Four years ago, his tattooed, wise-cracking, rule-breaking roommate cut him off without an explanation. So what if things got a little weird on the last night of hockey camp the summer they were eighteen? It was just a little drunken foolishness. Nobody died.

Ryan Wesley’s biggest regret is coaxing his very straight friend into a bet that pushed the boundaries of their relationship. Now, with their college teams set to face off at the national championship, he’ll finally get a chance to apologize. But all it takes is one look at his longtime crush, and the ache is stronger than ever.

Jamie has waited a long time for answers, but walks away with only more questions—can one night of sex ruin a friendship? If not, how about six more weeks of it? When Wesley turns up to coach alongside Jamie for one more hot summer at camp, Jamie has a few things to discover about his old friend…and a big one to learn about himself.

Warning: contains sexual situations, skinnydipping, shenanigans in an SUV and proof that coming out to your family on social media is a dicey proposition.

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About The Authors

Sarina Bowen

Sarina BowenSarina Bowen writes steamy, angsty Contemporary Romance and New Adult fiction from the wilds of Vermont.

The Year We Fell Down, Book #1 in The Ivy Years series, began breaking hearts in March 2014. Book #2, The Year We Hid Away, is brand new.

For Harlequin-E, Sarina writes the Gravity series. Coming in From the Cold features an angsty downhill ski racer and one of the most unique plot conflicts in contemporary romance today.

Sarina enjoys skiing, coffee products and a nice glass of wine. She lives with her family, eight chickens and more ski gear and hockey equipment than seems necessary.

She would be honored to connect with you at http://www.sarinabowen.com.

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 Elle Kennedy

Elle-KennedyA USA Today bestselling author, Elle Kennedy grew up in the suburbs of Toronto, Ontario, and holds a BA in English from York University. From an early age, she knew she wanted to be a writer and actively began pursuing that dream when she was a teenager. She loves strong heroines and sexy alpha heroes, and just enough heat and danger to keep things interesting!

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Release Blitz: Saved By The Seal by Diana Gardin – Battle Scars Series

 

SAVED BY THE SEAL
A Battle Scars Novel 
Diana Gardin
Releasing March 8th, 2016
Forever Romance

 

He
saved her life. She showed him how to live it . . .
When he sees a
woman drowning, Grisham Abbot immediately leaps into action. The Navy SEAL
forgets his training, his past, and the explosion that forever scarred his body
and his mind. He can only remember what he was born to do. But saving Greta
Owen is a complication Grisham is definitely not ready for. She’s stunning and
gorgeous—like sunlight after months of darkness. Yep, Grisham is so, so
screwed.
Greta knows that the smart thing to do would be to run from Grisham. He’s a
wounded warrior, and his head is a big-time mess. The problem is that Greta
wants to make him her mess. One kiss and she’s completely in over her head. And
if this SEAL risked himself to save her, then she must find a way to bring him
back to life . .

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Diana Gardin is a wife of one and a mom of two. Writing is her second
full time job to that, and she loves it! Diana writes contemporary romance in
the Young Adult and New Adult categories. She’s also a former Elementary school
teacher. She loves steak, sugar cookies, and Coke and hates working out.

 

 
If you are looking for more in the Battle Scars Series…
 

Release Blitz: Cut To The Chase by Elle Keating – Dangerous Love Series

 

CUT TO THE CHASE
Dangerous Love #2
Elle Keating
Releasing March 8th, 2016
Forever Yours

 

When
Erin Whitley is alone with Chase Montclair, high above the city in his
glittering penthouse, she sees a side of the legendary businessman no one ever
sees.
As powerful and commanding in the bedroom as he is in the boardroom, Chase can
melt her with a word and thrill her with a touch. But when he bares his soul
and tells her he loves her, Erin fears a dark secret from her past will destroy
everything.
Chase
vows to protect Erin at any cost. Every night, he takes her in his arms and
unleashes her wildest inhibitions. Every day, he wakes her with kisses and
promises her more. But the deeper they fall in love, the closer the danger
gets.
If
Erin wants to be freed her from her past, she will have to trust Chase with her
life. And if Chase wants to be with Erin forever, he must risk losing her
first.

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Elle Keating was born and raised in
South Jersey, where she lives with her husband and three children. It was
during her long commute to work, crossing over the Betsy Ross Bridge into
Pennsylvania, her mind drifted. Images of a world with Chase, Erin and their
friends came rapidly and sent her writing to bring these intense characters to
life.
 
When Elle is not in her favorite
coffeehouse, huddled in a corner on an oversized chair and working on the next
book in the series, she enjoys being mom, taking her children from one sport to
the next, and challenging herself frequently to be in two places at once.
 
 
Don’t Miss THRILL OF THE CHASE
the first in the Dangerous Love Series