Tuesday, February 24, 2015

Memories of the Heart by Felice Stevens

Title: Memories of the Heart
Author: Felice Stevens
Series: Memories #1
Genre: Adult, Gay Romance
Release Date: February 12, 2015
Ruthless, Controlling, A Loner. All words used to describe Dr. Micah Steinberg by the hospital staff for their next head of surgery. When a letter arrives from his grandmother’s friend at the assisted living facility, his orderly world tilts dangerously out of control.

Josh Rosen had everything until it was revealed much of his world was a lie. Forced to re-evaluate his life, Josh gives up his career and returns home to New York City to care for his beloved grandmother. What Josh didn’t figure on was an attraction to a man who on the surface, appears to be exactly like the life Josh chose to leave behind.

As Micah struggles with the reality of his grandmother’s illness, the bond they share deepens, as Josh helps Micah heal, then open his heart. Micah discovers there is more to life than work, control and success. Josh is in deep but has yet to tell Micah who he really is.
When the fight for the hospital’s head of surgery turns ugly, Josh’s past and present collide. Micah must let go of the past and accept who he is, if his life is going to move forward.

Life is full of surprises, and as both Micah and Josh learn, love can happen whether you plan for it or not.

I loved how these two men really shouldn't even be in the same room together let alone a relationship and yet I couldn't really imagine one without the other.  I won't lie, there were times that I just wanted to throttle Micah but then Josh didn't exactly just roll over and take it, which thrilled me to no end. Enemies to lovers can be more difficult to accomplish than most people think, especially when the pair do both, fight and love, so amazingly well.  Throw in a couple of grandmothers and you have a story that went straight to my heart.  Felice Stevens is definitely an up and coming author to keep in your sights.


Author Bio:
I have always been a romantic at heart. I believe that while life is tough, there is always a happy ending just around the corner. I started reading traditional historical romances when I was a teenager, then life and law school got in the way. It wasn’t until I picked up a copy of Bertrice Small and became swept away to Queen Elizabeth’s court that my interest in romance novels became renewed.

But somewhere along the way, my tastes shifted. While I still enjoys a juicy Historical romance, I began experimenting with newer, more cutting edge genres and discovered the world of Male/Male romance. Once I picked up her first, I became so enamored of the authors, the character-driven stories and the overwhelming emotion of the books, I knew I wanted to write my own.

I live in New York City with my husband and two children and hopefully soon a cat of my own. My day begins with a lot of caffeine and ends with a glass or two of red wine. I practice law but daydream of a time when I can sit by a beach somewhere and write beautiful stories of men falling in love. Although there is bound to be angst along the way, a                                               Happily Ever After is always guaranteed.


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Release Day Blitz: Carmel's Choice by Doris O'Connor

Title: Carmel's Choice
Author: Doris O'Connor
Genre: Adult, Ménage, Erotic Romance
Release Date: February 24, 2015

***Warning: Ménage and More: Erotic Consensual BDSM Ménage a Trois Romance, 
M/F/M, public exhibition, spanking, sex toys, HEA***
It’s just one night of kinky sex. What could possibly go wrong?

When the birthday present from her Master is one night of no holds barred kinky sex with his ex-army buddy, Carmel Blythe doesn’t know what to think. A good subbie obeys her Master’s wishes, however, and there is no denying the instant connection she has with this experienced Dom.

Topping Gideon’s gorgeous wife is the least Nash Jonas can do to repay the debt he owes the man. After all Gideon took the bullet aimed at Nash—the very one that cost the other man his army career, and put him in a wheelchair.  If only Nash could keep those pesky emotions out of the deal.

Gideon cannot stand to see the sadness in his wife’s eyes, nor the restlessness in his best buddy’s soul. Pushing the two people he loves together, will surely satisfy everyone’s physical and emotional needs.

Carmel’s choice may well change everything…

      “When did you stop trusting me to make the right decision for us?” Carmel blinked in shock, and he knew his words hit home when she opened her mouth and nothing came out bar a strangled squeak. Damn it, he wanted to pull her on his lap and kiss the worry off her face, but they needed to sort this once and for all. It was the very basis of their relationship after all, and Carmel needed to know how much her reaction had hurt that dynamic.
     “I don’t…I mean I do…That’s not fair.”
     She dropped her gaze when she mumbled those words, and he dropped his voice on purpose.
     “And running out like that without giving me a chance to explain was fair, was it? Turning off your phone and refusing to speak to me was fair? Putting us through hell for something that I did with our best interests at heart was fair? Bearing in mind you had a choice to go through with it and you chose Nash, yet you didn’t extend me the courtesy of explaining my reasons. I thought you knew me better than that.”
     A myriad of emotions crossed Carmel’s expressive face. Shock, anger, denial, sadness. It was the latter that tore at his heart. His dove had been sad for a very long time, yet she’d never showed it this openly, and Gideon bit back a curse.
     The longer she sat without saying anything, the more wretched he felt inside, and he almost didn’t hear her whispered reply over the blood roaring in his ears as his world seemed to crumple around him.
     “I’m sorry, Sir.” She raised a tentative hand and touched his arm briefly before she slid off the bench and knelt in front of him. Her hair fell across her face, hiding her expression, and again he had to strain to hear her next words. “I didn’t see it that way. I was just so confused, and…Please forgive me, Sir. I would never do anything to hurt us.”
     Gideon reached down, wrapped his hands in Carmel’s hair, and tugged her head up until she had no choice but to look at him, and his agitation fled at the love that shone out of her sea-green eyes. It soothed the hurt in his soul, and his chest tightened with the sheer force of his relief.
     “I know that, dove, and neither would I. What I did, I did for us, though I realize I could have handled it better.”
     Confusion crossed her expressive features, and there was the brief flare of anger in her eyes before her submissive side won over, and she closed her eyes and pulled a deep breath into her lungs.
     “Thank you for that, Sir, but I still don’t understand why you did this. We were fine the way we were. Now…now everything has changed. I don’t know what you want from me anymore.” There was a suspicious wobble to those hesitant words, and Gideon tightened his hold on her hair until her breathing sped up and she whimpered. Her fingers curled into his legs, not that he could feel them.
     Not for the first time Gideon mentally cursed his useless appendages—all of them, for that matter.      At least if his fucking dick worked, then…Gideon cursed and released his hold on Carmel. She swayed slightly but maintained her position on the floor, and he saw rather than felt her wrapping her arms around his legs and resting her head on his lap.
     It used to be their favorite greeting when he came home. Her on her knees, nuzzling into his groin.      Invariably his cock would leap into action, and she’d suck him off, or they would have hot, no-holds-barred sex where they couldn’t keep their hands off each other.
     He pinched the bridge of his nose and forced himself to take deep breaths in and out.
     “Sir, Gideon, please talk to me. I need to understand what’s going on, why you did this now, please?”
     Gideon opened his eyes to find her looking up at him, and he wordlessly patted his lap. The speed with which she scrambled on top of him made his heart feel lighter, and he pulled her into a hug that he never wanted to end. She ran her hands up and down his arms and round his back, dropping kisses along his skin, until he grasped the base of her neck and took charge. Their lips smashed together in a desperate need to reconnect, and he could taste the salt of her tears on his tongue. Putting all of his pent-up emotion and frustration into the kiss, he deepened it, only releasing her lips briefly to pull in much needed oxygen into his lungs before he fucked her mouth with his tongue, like he wished he could do it for real.
     Carmel squirmed and wriggled in his arms, and he drank in her needy little whimpers. The urge to run his hand under her skirt and see how wet she was for him was almost too much to resist, but they were in her friend’s garden. The last thing he wanted to do was piss Nicole off even more than she was already, so he forced himself to break the kiss. Carmel shook her head in denial, and tried to move in closer to prolong the contact, but he pulled her head back by her hair.
     A shudder went through her, and when she opened her eyes, her passion-filled gaze stole his breath. With her rosy skin flushed, her lips swollen from his kisses, and her nipples hard little points that begged for his attention, his mouth watered and his skin itched with the need to take her, to be able to make her his in the most basic, primal way known to man, yet he couldn’t fucking do it.
     He shook his head and groaned, and Carmel straightened and, taking his head between her trembling hands, rested her forehead against his.
     “It’s okay. It doesn’t matter. I love you.”
     “But it does fucking matter. You keep saying it doesn’t, but it does, Carmel, or you would never let Nash near you.”

Author Bio:
Glutton for punishment would be a good description for Doris…at least that’s what she hears on an almost daily basis when people find out that she has a brood of nine children, ranging from adult to toddler, and lives happily in a far-too-small house, cluttered with children, pets, dust bunnies, and one very understanding and supportive husband. Domestic goddess she is not.
There is always something better to do, after all, like working on the latest manuscript and trying not to scare the locals even more than usual by talking out loud to the voices in her head. Her characters tend to be pretty insistent to get their stories told, and you will find Doris burning the midnight oil on a regular basis. Only time to get any peace and quiet, and besides, sleep is for wimps.
She likes to spin sensual, sassy, and sexy tales involving alpha heroes to die for, and heroines who give as good as they get. From contemporary to paranormal, BDSM to F/F and Ménage, haunting love stories are guaranteed.


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Release Day Blitz: Hardcore Part 2 by Staci Hart

Title: Hardcore Volume 2
Author: Staci Hart
Serial: Hardcore #2
Genre: New Adult, Erotica
Release Date: February 24, 2015

*** Part 2 of a 3 part serial ***
The choice is steep: Stay on the ledge and steal Van's painting or take the leap and sacrifice her sister. It's another decision in a long line that she's had to make in her life, and though it's easy to make, it's impossible to execute.

Jade won't let Cory go until she gets what she wants, but the price for Cory is high. It's never been hard to steal, to lie, but Van changed all the rules. It was the last thing she wanted to do to him. But as much as that choice is agony, there's really only one to make.

Betrayal and pain. Love and loss. Decisions and consequences. The edge Cory walks is razor sharp and sky high, but she can't look down. Not until she makes it to the other side.

Hardcore Part 1
Cory James has never known a life where she wasn’t running. Running from the cops, her home, her past. Running from love. The only time she’s free is when she throws on her hood and takes to the roofs to become a part of New York, to climb to a place in the city where she doesn’t feel alone.

Stealing is nothing, lying inevitable, byproducts of survival. A way for Cory to provide for herself and for her younger sister, Jill, give her the life Cory couldn’t have. For five years, Cory set up a long line of teetering dominos, one by one, choice by choice.

Meeting Van is the first domino to fall, and once they crash into each other, it’s only a matter of time before her whole world is in danger of falling apart. She can tell herself over and again that she doesn’t care, but it’s a lie. She knows it from the first time she says his name, but she can’t let him in, not when she has a job to do, a job that could rip her life apart at the seams. One that she’ll have to betray Van to finish.

He’ll follow however high she can climb, but she can only run for so long before she has to choose.

Author Bio:
Staci has been a lot of things up to this point in her life -- a graphic designer, an entrepreneur, a seamstress, a clothing and handbag designer, a waitress. Can't forget that. She's also been a mom; she has three little girls who are sure to grow up to break a number of hearts. She's been a wife; even though she's certainly not the cleanest, or the best cook. She's also super, duper fun at a party, especially if she's been drinking whiskey. Her favorite word starts with f and ends with k. 

From roots in Houston, to a seven year stint in Southern California, Staci and her family ended up settling somewhere in between and equally north, in Denver. They are new enough that snow is still magical. When she's not writing, she's sleeping, gaming, or designing graphics.


Hardcore Part 2

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Surf & Surrender by Riley Edgewood

Title: Surf & Surrender
Author: Riley Edgewood
Series: Summer Love #2
Genre: Contemporary, New Adult, Romance
Release Date: February 23, 2015
She wants to forget he ever existed. He’d never give up her memory.

Quinn Westwood is completely over Sawyer Carson. He broke her heart years ago and disappeared from her life without a word. So yeah. She’s over him. Never even thinks of him. In fact, she’s spending her college summer break surfing and lifeguarding in the Outer Banks, while nursing a bruised heart from a different relationship gone wrong. She doesn’t have room in her mind or heart for Sawyer—until she runs into him at a beach bonfire and the sparks that fly between them are way hotter than the flames heating the sand.

Sawyer never got over Quinn. The only thing stronger than what he feels for her is the secret keeping them apart, but sharing it would destroy more than just his life—it’d ruin hers, as well. Still, he can’t seem to keep away from her, can’t seem to keep his hands off of her soft, tempting skin. Especially since she has even less self-control when it comes to reigniting the physical side of what made them perfect together.

But secrets have a way of slipping out, and when Sawyer’s is revealed it threatens to shatter everyone involved. He’ll have to face walking away a second time, and Quinn will have to decide if fighting for him is worth it when the fallout could affect more than just her heart, but also those of the people she loves most.

Surf & Surrender is the second book in Riley Edgewood’s Summer Love series, but can be read as a stand-alone novel.

     "Lay off me." My brother fights my grip, but I've got two inches and thirty pounds on him. Plus, I'm sober. And pissed.
     I push his face closer to the stuff that's already permeating through my entire car. "What did I tell you about throwing up in here?"
    He's really grappling against me now. And I'm really not budging.
     "Let me go and I'll tell you about Quinn."
     This—the shock jolting my system—loosens my grip more than anything else could. "What?"
     He turns his face sideways to look up at me. I give him that much leeway. Because I'm still not sure I heard him right. Then he says, "I saw Quinn."
     Fragments of memories barrel through my mind so fast I almost lose my breath.
     Long, slender fingers tracing hearts against my callused palms. A white daisy tucked into hair that's brown like autumn and windblown and trailing down her back for miles.
     The somehow both sweet and rough scents of salt water and sand. Laughter like sea glass wind chimes spinning in the breeze.
     I want to ask where? How? When?
     I want to crack his skull open and climb into his memory to see her again.
     I rub my face with my free hand to wipe it all away. "Goddamn it, Jess. She's the one person I told you we couldn't see if we came back."
     "Two," he slurs, squirming on his knees. "Two people."
     It's true. But she's the only one who matters. The only one who ever has.
     Jesus. Just her name in my brain is enough to make my gut jump.
     So I let go of Jess's neck.
     He face-plants into his own puke and comes up spitting, swearing. I shrug and try not to laugh at the horror in his expression. It's hard. Which means I'm out of the grip of the past. "You wanted me to let you go, so I did."
     "You're such a dick."
     I can't deny it. Instead, I grab a beach towel from the backseat and let him use it to wipe off his face—and then my car. He gags the entire time, and nothing could bring me more pleasure.
     "How'd she look?" I ask a few minutes and miles later. I don't expect an answer. The kid's eyes are closed so hard they look swollen.
     "Skinny," he slurs. "Stupid."
     "You sure you weren't just looking in a mirror?"
     He mumbles something I'm pretty sure is, "Fuck you," but I let it slide because I'm remembering in more than just splinters of snapshots. More than a hand or a laugh. Quinn.
     Skinny? Maybe. She's always been slight.
     Stupid? Not a chance in hell.
     One of us would've run into her sooner or later. The Outer Banks is a big area, but the spots locals prefer are few. I'm surprised it's taken the two months it has.
     Thing is, though, if it happened to Jess, then statistically my chances seem smaller now. "Goddamn it, Jess."
     But he's snoring. And I shouldn't be asking about her anyhow.
     I spend the rest of the ride trying to figure out how to get the smell out of my car—and quick, because I have a fucking date tonight.

     Whatever Danny's response was, it's drowned out by the sound of glass shattering and a loud shriek. We all turn toward the bonfire as a girl with long brown hair sprints in our direction, laughing as she passes us.
     And behind her?
     Sawyer Carson.
     Shock is an iron collar tightening around my neck.
     No. It's Novocain, making my face completely numb.
     I recognize his stance before my gaze even gets to his face, and the sudden understanding of his shape is an electric cannonball slamming into my chest, where it sits still for a moment, ticking, ticking… The enormity of it is too heavy to leave room for breath.
     Then we catch eyes, and the damn thing explodes in my veins.
     The entirety of me buzzes. Under my skin. Vibrations. Jolts. They hurt.
     They burn.
     They thrill.

* 3 Things More Shocking Than Seeing Sawyer Again *
1. A strike of lightning.
2. A live electrical appliance dropped in water.
3. Nothing. Sawyer's face in front of me is the third most shocking thing there is.
It even beats out a defibrillator.
Though if my heart doesn't start beating again soon, I may need one.

* * * * * *

     He's changed. Where he used to be lanky, he's toned. His skin looks like honey in the backlit glow of the fire, and his eyes are such a bright green, I can see their color even in the dark.
     There's a tension in his posture, some dark thing coiled under his skin, barely kept in check. And whatever it is, it's all about me. He still hasn't looked away.
     He's sexy as hell.
     But I can't just stand here studying him. I need to move. To act. To do something.
     For instance, breathe. I need to breathe.
     So I do.

     "Sorry." God, it burns, apologizing to him. A small flare of anger makes it easier to look back up into his face.
     He's staring at my neck and swallowing. He used to have a fascination with kissing me just above my collarbone. I drag a finger across the skin, fighting a smirk when his eyes follow the motion. I wonder if he's thinking about it now.
     I am.
     Damn it.
     "Guess it's easy to make assumptions about what you might mean, given your track record of being so forthcoming." There. Situation fixed. Now his gaze is heavy on mine, and even a little pissed.
     Good. Anger's better than the other thing.
     "New wakeboard. That's why you're here, right?" His tone is as pointed as his expression.
     "Are you working?" I ask, just as pointedly. "You've still got sand on your chest." He does. A dusting of brown sand I'm dying to brush away with my fingers. "Kind of unprofessional."
     "I walked in from lunch literally five minutes before you got here, Quinn." He unwraps his towel and even though I try so hard not to, I glance down. Board shorts. Obviously he wasn't naked. God. "Is this better?"
     "You might want to try putting on a shirt."
     "Last time you were all take off your shirt, Sawyer, and now it's put your shirt on, Sawyer." He smirks. "Hard to tell how to please you these days."
     "Pretty sure you know exactly how to please me." The sentence just slips out and hangs in the air between us…

Author Bio:
Riley lives in the DC area and spends most of her time with her characters, playing with her toddler and husband, and pretending she knows how to be an adult. Former dancer. Current writer. Lifelong lover of accessories, books, and the beach. And cats. Can't forget the kitties. Of which she has two.



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Memory's Wake Trilogy by Selina Fenech

Series: Memory's Wake Trilogy
Author: Selina Fenech
Genre: Fantasy, Young Adult
Release Dates: Memory's Wake: June 5, 2011
Hope's Reign: May 1, 2013
Providence Unveiled: January 19, 2015

Memory's Wake #1
Lost in a world full of monstrous fairies, a troubled sixteen year old has to find out who she is and why her memories were stolen before she is found by those who want her dead.

She takes the name “Memory” and knows she has just one goal – to find her way home, wherever that is. But this land is strange. No technology to be seen, and iron is banned, thanks to a pact the humans have with the magical creatures who share their pre-industrial era world. In her t-shirt and torn jeans, Memory knows she’s different, even before she performs impossible magic.

Haunted by her past, chased by a dragon, wanted by the king and stalked by the strange, handsome savage that seems to know her, everyone is after Memory, and she suspects it’s not just for her eye-catching outfit. Her forgotten past holds dangerous secrets that will challenge everything she believes and risk the lives of everyone she loves.

Memory’s Wake contains over 45 illustrations by the author and artist.

Hope's Reign #2
Everything is slipping away from Memory. The bond of friendship between her, Eloryn, Roen, and Will, that was formed while running for their lives is tearing. In a world that doesn’t feel like home, with a mind filled with nothing but questions, Memory struggles to be true to herself… whoever that is. When her past self starts haunting her, she knows her sanity could be the next thing she will lose.

Providence Unveiled #3
A wicked plot dating back to the very beginning of Avall is coming to its end, and Memory is a vital part. In order to save her friends, Memory will break all the rules. With all worlds put at risk by her actions, she will have to step up and make the greatest sacrifice to repair Avall and make the world something better than before.


Author Bio:
Born in 1981 to Australian and Maltese parents, Selina lives in Australia with her husband, her baby girl, an unnamed cat, and a lorikeet who's far too clever.

During her life Selina has found ancient Roman treasure, survived cancer, had knights joust at her wedding, been mugged for doughnuts, made a living as an artist, eaten every bizarre and wonderful food put in front of her, and now enjoys writing novels.


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Release Day Blitz: Obsession by Eden Bradley

Title: Obsession
Author: Eden Bradley
Series: Ink & Iron #1
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: February 24, 2015
He could have it all… but all he wants is her.

During his soaring career as the lead singer of indie-rock band Ink & Iron, Cole Kennrick has been through it all: sex, drugs, and rock and roll. Overindulging until he lost what mattered most.

Now he’s pulled his life together and left his addictions behind, except for one: his ex-wife, Janie. If only he can convince her their love was—still is—the real thing.

In the seven years since their divorce, Janie has kept tabs on the only man she’s ever truly loved. The one she had to leave in order to save herself. Still, dark and often kinky desires they explored together linger in her dreams and fantasies.

Janie has seen up close and way-too-personal that rock stars are bad, bad medicine. But when Cole shows up at her yoga studio, clean and sober, his leather-and-motorcycles scent teasing her senses, it’s way too tempting to slip right back into the one place she swore she’d never risk again—his arms.

     Cole was leaning against the doorframe, one arm braced over his head in a relaxed pose only the most confident of men could pull off. He wore a black button-down shirt edged in blue stitching that brought out the icy blue of his eyes, and it was fitted enough that she could see the breadth of his shoulders straining against the fabric. The sleeves fit his biceps perfectly, as if molded there, and the fit of his jeans made her entire body ache with need.
     “Hey, Janie girl. You look beautiful.”
     She blinked. Focused on his mouth. Oh, that was not any better. Or it was, but…
     “Um…you find the place okay?”
     “Yeah, no problem.”
     “Good.” She grabbed her purse from the console table next to the door. “I’m ready to go.”
     He paused, clearly wanting her to invite him in, but she knew she was doomed if she did that. Cole Kennrick and her, alone in her apartment? A very bad idea.
     Or a very good one.
     Stop it.
     She looked up to find his gaze on hers, a smoldering blue that went right through her like a physical sensation—warm and intense.
     All he did was reach out and run a finger under her chin, but he may as well have put his hand between her thighs. That touch and his steady gaze on hers were working like some kind of wild aphrodisiac. Her legs went weak. Her sex went hot. Her mind went numb. When he stepped forward, she didn’t say a word. When he moved closer, using his big body to press her back, and closed the door behind him, she didn’t resist. She remembered this about him—how could she ever forget?—the way he used his tall, muscled frame to command her, to wrestle her into submission without even a word. But oh, when the words came, they were exactly the right ones to get her to shift gears in her head. To allow her to give herself over.
     She hadn’t wanted to talk about the power play, but it was happening. It was too much a part of who Cole was—so naturally dominant despite his laid-back persona—and too much a part of who they were together. Submissive and Dominant. Absolute trust. Absolute vulnerability.
     There were alarm bells going off in her head. She ignored them as he leaned in and kissed her.
     Really kissed her—not like that brief brush of lips at her yoga studio. This time it started with a soft press of his beautiful, lush mouth to hers. Then again, and again. His hand wrapped around the back of her head, holding her closer so he could kiss her harder, and she was damned if she wasn’t the first one to open her mouth and invite him in.
     She really was in trouble then. His tongue slipped in, hot and wet and sweet, and began to explore.      Except it wasn’t some slow exploration—it was more as if he would die if he couldn’t kiss her, taste her, drink her in. And she was kissing him back every bit as hungrily.
     His hands slid down to her waist. She dropped her purse to the floor as her arms went around his neck and she breathed him in. Oh yes, it was Cole, all right. Like pure sex to her. He yanked her in tight and she gasped, but the sound was lost in his kiss—he was swallowing her up, or she was melting into him. She wasn’t sure. Didn’t matter. All that mattered was his mouth on hers, his arms holding her tight, the crush of her breasts against the firm wall of his chest. Oh, and the hard ridge of his arousal pressing against her belly.
     Her nipples were just as hard, almost grating against the lace of her bra. She wanted out of it now.      Had she ever been this turned on in her life?
     Only with him.
     She kissed him harder, with everything she had. She’d had no idea how badly she needed this, needed him.
     When he lifted her and turned, pressing her back against the door, she let out a moan. She’d always loved the way he handled her—as if she weighed nothing, yet knowing she wasn’t fragile, that she could take some roughness.
     She liked it rough.
     He grabbed both her wrists in one of his big hands and raised them over her head, held them against the wood door. Pressing against her with his hips, essentially trapping her with his body, he pulled back to demand, his tone harsh with desire, “Janie. You know me. You know what I am. I have to ask you for your consent. Say yes. Or tell me to stop right now.”
     “Tell me. Tell me to stop. Or tell me yes.”
     “God, Cole…yes.”

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Author Bio:
New York Times & USA Today Bestselling and award-winning author Eden Bradley aka Eve Berlin has published a number of novels and novellas, both print and e-books, with Berkley Heat, Bantam/Delta, Harlequin Spice & HQN, Black Lace Books and Samhain Publishing, as well as venturing into self-publishing. Her books have been translated into German, French, Romanian, Portuguese, Spanish, Italian, Czech and Japanese. Eden has appeared regularly on Playboy Radio and conducts workshops on writing craft and writing about sex. 

She loves art, shoes, tattoos, reading smutty books, chocolate and sex, of course, not necessarily in that order. You can visit her website.


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