Promo Blitz: New Covers, New Names: SLOTH and MURDER by Ella James


Sloth and Murder had makeovers!! New covers for both!

Murder has also been renamed MY HEART FOR YOURS!

Sloth has an ALL NEW bonus scene!

To celebrate this exciting news, Ella James has put both books on sale for ONLY 99¢



MY HEART FOR YOURS will be FREE for ONE DAY ONLY on 10/02!! Then 99¢ 10/03-10/05

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Dear A. –

I am writing to express my gratitude for your gift. There are no sufficient words, but please accept my sincerest thank you.


She writes me back.

I didn’t expect that.

She tells me she’s a lover of chicken pizza and video games, a hot sorority girl with the nickname Sloth. She wants to know something about me in return. She says I owe her.

This is how she saves my life. She doesn’t even know it. We’ve never even seen each other. But I need a reason. Just one reason to continue. She becomes mine.

The anonymity is good. She doesn’t need to know me, but I need her kindness. We both live our lives: a letter here, a post card there. For three years, I escape my demons. And then one day I’m pulled back in.

I’ve resigned myself to what I know is coming. Until the girl I’m spanking gives her safe word: Sloth.

And then the lie I’m living starts to unravel.

Sloth is a standalone love story with many twists, one huge secret, and a non-cliffhanger ending. It will wreck you, but you’ll like it.

BTW: Part of the fun of reading this book is trying to guess the secret. I would appreciate it if you could avoid spoilers in reviews and review headlines, so others will be able to enjoy the guessing game.

*Sloth is part of a collection of standalones inspired by a sin, and centered around a huge secret. The other standalone, My Heart for Yours, is inspired by the sin of murder, and is the story of Kellan’s oldest brother, Barrett Drake. It’s free via Kindle Unlimited and also for sale here in the Kindle Store.

*This book was updated and re-edited in fall 2017, and now includes a bonus story.






Gwenna White’s new neighbor is…distracting. He’s a beautiful, motorcycle-driving enigma. One she can’t allow herself to think about. Since the accident that ruined her face and stole her career, Gwen, a former model, lives under the radar, seldom leaving the bear sanctuary she runs in the Tennessee mountains. She’s not reclusive, but that doesn’t mean she’s looking for a lover. Definitely not someone who looks like that.


Barrett Drake could use a friend: a tall order, since most of his are dead. His damaged hand may be the reason he’s out of special ops, but it’s not his only wound. Not by a long shot. All that’s left between Bear and a new life is one last job. If he can hold on, get it done… He won’t be here that long. Just long enough to ruin Gwen’s life and make a speedy exit. That’s the plan.

But things don’t always go as planned.

You can’t choose who you love.

You can’t fix fate.

And that’s the problem…

*My Heart for Yours is a standalone forbidden romance with a hint of mystery. It’s the second stand-alone in a collection of books that are inspired by a sin and centered on a huge secret. This book is inspired by the sin of murder. It was formerly sold under that title.

*The other novel in the Sinful Secrets collection, Sloth, is a USA Today bestseller and can be read free via Kindle Unlimited.


5+ Star Review and 2015 Favorite : Sloth by Ella James – A Sinful Secrets Novel



A Sinful Secrets Novel

By Ella James






She writes me back.

I didn’t expect that.

She tells me she’s a lover of chicken pizza and video games, a hot sorority girl with the nickname Sloth. She wants to know something about me in return. She says I owe her.

This is how she saves my life. She doesn’t even know it. We’ve never even seen each other. But I need a reason. Just one reason to continue. She becomes mine.

The anonymity is good. She doesn’t need to know me, but I need her kindness. We both live our lives: a letter here, a post card there. For three years, I escape my demons. And then one day I’m pulled back in.

I’ve resigned myself to what I know is coming. Until the girl I’m spanking gives her safe word: Sloth.

And then the lie I’m living starts to unravel.

Sloth is a 500-page, 150,000-word stand alone novel with many twists, one huge, awful secret, and a non-cliffhanger ending.

Sloth is a love story. It’s also a dark mystery, so if you’re sad, you should probably read another book. This one is real, and hard. Not that kind of hard. (That kind of hard, too). Consider yourself warned.

*Amended to add: I’m being told by readers that you shouldn’t read another book. Read this one anyway.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: Part of the fun of reading this book is trying to guess the big secret. Please try to avoid unmarked spoilers in reviews and review headlines, so others will be able to enjoy the read.

Buy: Amazon / B & N / ITunes / Kobo


“What do you need?” He’s deadly serious. If I wasn’t already on edge, I would be now. My skin tingles. My heart pounds. My clit throbs.

I leave my shirt on the bed—a necessary sacrifice, I’ve decided—and slide off the mattress. I close the distance between the two of us with one stride and press my palms against his chest. “I want to suck your dick first, Kellan. Feel you in my mouth. That’s how I’ll really know if this is worth it for me.”

I can see the surprise on his face. The arousal in his eyes. He nods once. “Come with me.”

He pulls me over to the wing-backed chair and sinks down into it. He unfastens his pants and tugs them down, revealing an enormous, straining cock. I give myself a minute to behold its perfect shape and thick, outlandish size. To appreciate the nice, big balls that hang beneath it.

I think, if I liked him, I would definitely enjoy getting him off.

“Kneel,” he orders.

With a hungry smile, I do.

“Put your mouth around me, and I’ll tell you how I like it done.” So bossy. I kind of like that, given what I’m setting up here. Boss me around, baby. You just tell me how you like it.

I decide to tease him a little first. I try to wrap my fingers around him, and of course, he’s too thick. I encircle his shaft, just under the plump head, and feel him jerk a little. Damn, that’s hot. I run my hands up and down him, heady at the softness of his warm skin over the stiff erection.

I can feel him take a deep breath as I explore him with my hands. The trick here is to be gentle: a light touch as I roam under his balls—he makes a delicious, throaty sound—and travel up his shaft, where I rub my thumb under the rim of his head, right there where it meets the underside of his shaft. I don’t know what this little hot spot is called, but when I stroke it softly, guys go crazy.

Like right now. I feel his thighs tense as he blows his breath out. His hands tighten on my shoulders as I trace my fingertip around the rim of his head. I grip him with my other hand and start to pump… He grunts, hands clenching.


I pump his shaft and lick him there—one soft, slow lap at that sweet little indention on the underside of his head. He moans, and it’s too soon to give him more. Instead I trail around the rim again, exquisitely soft and light…a tease, designed to make him brainless.

And it works. He lifts his hips. “Oh fuckkk.” He squeezes my shoulders hard enough to hurt. I twirl my tongue under his head…and open wide…and close my lips around him. Fuck, he’s big. I-can-barely-fit-my-lips-around-him big.

I don’t have room to twirl my tongue around him, so instead I use my lips—rubbing them just underneath the rim of his head, which is pushed against my tongue.

I feel him inhale. Exhale. His legs are shaking. “More.” He shifts a little, and I’m surprised to find he’s holding back. He wants to slam that big dick down my throat—I know he does—but he’s trying to be polite. The effort costs him, clearly. One big hand tunnels into my hair and tightens, pulling harshly as I stroke his shaft and suction my mouth around his head.

He groans. My eyes flick to his face, finding it rapt and tense.

“Your throat,” he moans. “Suck me…down into your throat.”

I cup one hand under his balls and keep pumping his cock. I’m gripping harder now, stroking faster. As I roll his full sac in my hand, his hips tremble. I hum a little, just to be a tease.

His eyes flip open. He looks wasted. Drugged. “Deeper,” he growls.

I suck my cheeks in around him, easing him carefully deeper as he wraps his hand around my head. My eyes begin to water. He’s so big and thick. I’ve got his head completely in my mouth now, and I can feel the pressure at the back of my tongue. To truly take him in, I’ll have to open wide and gobble down his cock.

I take him deeper, looking up at him as saliva floods my mouth. His eyes are heavy-lidded…almost shut, long lashes tipped down. I can see some color in his cheeks that wasn’t there before. His perfect lips are slightly parted.

I take still of him and feel his legs spread wider. Fuck, they’re muscular. I stroke my fingers over his sac, and his cock rewards me with a soft throb I can feel against my cheeks.

Oh yeah. He really wants this.

Deeper and I’m almost gagging. I taste something salty. His fingers stroke my scalp.

He moans and shudders. I’m deep-throating him. Go me!

I shut my eyes and focus on relaxing my throat, while one of my hands grips his hard hip. The other strokes his balls, which pull taut as he settles deep in my throat. Tears slide down my cheeks as I swallow against his length and suck my mouth tightly around his base, until he’s thrusting those granite-carved hips; making me gag around his huge girth; rocking into my throat as he pants and flexes his legs and I suck air in through my nose.

I look up at him once more. He’s beautiful. Perfection, really, even more so as he comes undone. His cock is so responsive. Swelling when I suction my cheeks around the base of him, leaking salty precum when I suck and swallow deeper.

His fingers quiver in my hair and he starts snarling…talking dirty. Calling me his fucking whore, his cock-tease, slut, even as he slumps back in the chair, more swollen-cock-that-needs-to-come than guy.

His body trembles as I give the best blow job I’ve ever given. “’M…gonna make that pussy…pay for this,” he pants. He grasps my breast and pushes further down my throat.

So aroused… I’m surprised to find that even I feel hot and bothered.

So it’s a shame what I’m going to do. What I must do, to ensure my safe departure, and also to get some insurance: a way to invalidate his story if he tries to set me up.

I swallow one more time against his thick head—something all men seem to love—and focus my mouth around the base of him. I taste another drip of pre-cum. His hands, now threaded through my hair, curl into fists as he thrusts into my throat. He groans loudly. Grunts. I feel a flash of sheer lust, imagining his huge dick in my pussy. Damn, he’s close. I’m close. I realize with a bolt of shock that I am wet and throbbing too.

And then, as I suck my cheeks in hard and grasp his sac, his hips buck; he spurts like a fountain down my throat. His body shudders mightily, and I marvel at the moisture that’s pooled in between my thighs. I’ve never enjoyed giving blow jobs, but this was something else.

I stare down at him as I stand up. His eyes are closed, his head leaned back against the chair.

But his legs are wide open—cock still mostly hard, his balls hanging without a care.

His eyes peek open too, right then, confirming my hunch that Kellan Walsh is not someone who relaxes for long. His gaze connects with mine. I grin.

And then, before he or I can speak, before another proposition can be made or another kinky phrase exchanged, I ram my knee between his legs.

I hear him grunt, but I am on the move, grabbing my shirt and shoes and darting out the door, dashing down the hall and down the stairs. Down the stairs and to my car. I hit the driver’s side so hard it hurts my ribs. I hoist myself over the door and fumble with my keys. I’m cranking the car before I catch my breath, gassing it as my head spins.

I glance behind me, half expecting to see his Sexcalade bouncing down the dirt drive after me. Half expecting to see him in my back seat.


Nothing as I leave his dirt road.

Nothing as I pull over to put my shirt and shoes on.

Nothing on the drive home.

Nothing as I contemplate if he was really what he said. If he really wanted what he said, or if he was simply playing me.

Nothing as I shower, study, slip into my bed.

And then my phone lights up.




Michel’s Review

This is going to be a spoiler free review.  I cannot in good conscience name the characters or tell a bit about their story.  This is a book that each reader should experience for themselves.

Several months ago a the Sloth blog tour came across my desk.  After reading the synopsis for the Sloth serial romance I knew that this was something that Smut Book Junkie Reviews would want to be a part of.  The blog tour kept getting delayed and finally cancelled because the author, Ella James, could not meet the deadline.  The reason behind the cancellation was valid, the story morphed into something more.  It took on a whole new life that consumed Ella.  The characters and their story hijacked her life until they had their final word.  Several months later Sloth was finished.  It was no longer a serial romance.  It was a lengthy full length novel that Ella poured her heart and soul into.  The result was astounding.  Every reader that has picked up this book has become consumed with this book.  I personally read this book in one sitting.  I could not tear myself away from this story until I read the last word.

Through the social media chatter I have read so many things concerning this book.  One of the many things are readers are assuming that this is a BDSM romance novel.  They are putting it into the Fifty Shades of Grey arena.  This is not the case for this book.  We don’t have the tortured abused billionaire or the naive innocent girl that he wants to consume.  This is a story of two very strong people finding each other and trying to control their own circumstances in their world.  Some of their circumstances are beyond their control and every time one of them begins to try to control it the tentacles grow and get further out of their reach.  The solutions that are reached in that quest for control are sinful, shattering, and will leave permanent scars.  These scars are their burdens as well as their trophies.

What begins as an anonymous exchange of letters evolves into a completely different exchange for both of the characters.  Their accidental meeting  leads into a bizarre business partnership to a hedonistic sexual relationship.  The relationship once again evolves into that once in a lifetime kind of love, a love that is forbidden because of their life circumstances.

This book is completely unpredictable.  The twists and turns keep the reader guessing at the true nature of the characters relationship, their true intentions, and final resolutions.  It is not only an erotic reading experience but also a highly emotional reading experience.  The impact of this story will leave the reader feeling like they experienced the complete journey with both of the characters.

Ella James took great care writing this story.  She researched the factual realities and processes and gave the reader a clear insight of the realities that affect their world.  She also took great care with the emotional reactions and had the reader experiencing each emotion.  She raised moral questions that each person could ponder upon and never come up with a clear cut answer.  She wrote a beautiful emotional love story that will not be forgotten by the reader.

By the end of this book the reader will feel so many emotions.  They will ponder many of the passages.  They will question different choices made by the  characters and their motivations.  The good thing is that Ella created a Sloth support group and discussion page on FB.

Ella James did the readers a great service by delaying this story.  By turning this book into a full length novel rather than a serial gave the reader a very gratifying reading experience.  I am so happy that she listened to her inner voice and allowed these characters to take over her life.

Sloth is a fantastic book that you don’t want to miss!

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About Ella James

Ella James is a USA Today bestselling author who writes teen and adult romance. She is happily married to a man who knows how to wield a red pen, and together they are raising a feisty two-year-old who will probably grow up believing everyone’s parents go to war over the placement of a comma.

Ella’s books have been listed on numerous Amazon bestseller lists, including the Movers & Shakers list and the Amazon Top 100; two were listed among Amazon’s Top 100 Young Adult Ebooks of 2012.

To find out more about Ella’s projects and get dates on upcoming releases, find her on Facebook at and follow her blog, Questions or comments? Tweet her at author_ellaj or e-mail her at

Ella is represented by Rebecca Friedman of the Hill Nadell Literary Agency.

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Excerpt & Teaser Reveal : Sloth by Ella James

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By Ella James

Release Date : February 25, 2015



I whirl around, because I need to go now. Need to run.

He grabs my arms, snatching me around to face him, holding me in front of him. Holding me still as he tries to tell me things I never want to hear.

“Stop it! Shut up! Shut up, Kellan! Fuck you!” He pulls me closer, and I slap his face.

The sound echoes through the foyer. His smooth, tanned check stains brilliant crimson.

He doesn’t move a muscle. Doesn’t even blink as I look at him for what I know will be the last time.

I’m sorry. His lips move silently. I don’t care. I can’t. His secrets ruined my life. He ruined my life!

If I live to be hundred, my heart will never be the same.

Note: Sloth is the first in my new Sinful Secrets series. Each intense, erotic story is inspired by a sin, and centered around a life-altering secret. Each “sin” stands on its own, so they don’t have to be read in order. After Sloth, I’m writing Murder. Between these two, I’m releasing a stand alone: a more traditional romance called The Boy Next Door.

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He looks down at me, and his face is so stern, so solemn…so hungry that I almost flee right then.

Instead, I ride it out. I tell myself I can handle whatever happens, and I stand my ground as he turns the knob and pushes it open.

His eyes cling to my face as he waves me inside first.

I step inside expecting something grand. Elaborate. Even magical. And that’s exactly what I find.

The wall in front of me is nothing but a sheet of glass, giving me a stunning view of the tops of pines, and the river rushing over rocks below them. Above the treetops, the pale sky stretches on and on, marred only by another crow or hawk or raven.

I could get lost in that view, but I don’t let myself. I roll my gaze around the room, taking in its deep plum walls, high ceilings. There’s even a fancy indention at the center of the ceiling, something that looks right out of a home and garden magazine. And to my left is the bed. A huge, imposing, mahogany canopy with a pale green duvet and curtains that drop down around it.

A bed for sex.

My hunch is confirmed when I notice, amongst the heavy dresser and wide desk, a claw-footed tub in one corner of the bedroom.

I’ve got my mouth half open, trying to decide if I should just be me and blurt out “sex cave,” or continue with my act and feign charm.

I turn around to him, belatedly realizing I should be making sure he doesn’t shut and lock the door. I find his eyes on me, but when my gaze meets his, he breaks away and walks over to the window.

“This used to be my room,” he says without turning around to look at me.


“I gave it up for trainees.”

That sounds kinky.” It’s unplanned; I just murmur it.

He turns to me, his eyes hardened, his mouth gone sensuously soft. “You think so, Miss Whatley?”

I nod, and he walks over to me.

His hands close around my wrists. He looks into my eyes, like he’s desperate to see what I’m thinking. He brings one of my hands to his mouth. The soft brush of his lips on my palm makes me tingle, but it doesn’t matter. I’m going through with my plan regardless of how attracted I am to him.

“Can you see yourself staying here?” he asks, in that low, deep, sexy voice of his.

“I don’t know.” I try to sound weak; uncertain. “I think I’d miss my friends at the Tri Gam house.”

“I could make you forget about them while you’re here.”


“How could you do that?”

He steps a little closer to me, sending my pulse racing. His wide chest is inches from my breasts. I find myself longing to step forward.

Instead, he does.

My breasts mash against his chest as our hips brush. Half a heartbeat later, I feel his dick pressing against my lower belly.

Oh my God.

His hands come up and frame my face. His eyes, on mine, are hypnotic.

“I’m not going to lie to you. I want your body, Cleopatra. I’d like nothing more than for you to stay here with me. I’ll teach you to deal—teach you how to avoid getting caught, how to maximize your, our earnings—and we can see if this goes anywhere.”

“That’s why you brought me up here?” I whisper.

He nods slowly.

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About Ella James

Ella James is a USA Today bestselling romance author. Her books have appeared on numerous bestseller lists, including the Movers & Shakers list and the Amazon Top 25 overall; two were listed among Amazon’s Top 100 Bestselling Young Adult Ebooks in 2012. To find out more about Ella’s projects and get dates on upcoming releases, you can stalk her on the following social media sites:


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