Sunday, March 1, 2015

Sunday's Safe Word Shelf: Pack Discipline by Kim Dare

Werewolf packs have always thrived under a strict hierarchy. From alpha to omega, every wolf knows exactly what role his role in the pack is. For werewolves, everything is very simple, very disciplined.

But humans have developed a completely different way displaying their dominance and submission. When a pack of werewolves begin to discover human kinks, everything becomes very complicated.

Can a newly formed pack find the perfect balance between the werewolf traditions they have always known and the human games they are only just discovering? And in all the confusion, is there room for love as well as discipline?

A series of four Male/Male, BDSM, werewolf novels following wolves from the same pack. These stories are best read in order as part of the series.

The Mark of an Alpha #1
Book one in the Pack Discipline Series Dominance and submission mean different things to werewolves than to humans. Once Marsdon and Bennett try things the human way nothing can ever be the same for them again. Werewolf tradition is very clear. The alpha pair is the corner stone of the pack. Equality between the alphas is everything. Alphas mate with alphas. Human leather clubs work to different rules. Dominants mate with submissives. Power is exchanged freely and for the ultimate pleasure of all. Sometimes the most alpha men in the club find happiness with the most omega men. And sometimes the omegas are more than they first appear to be. A wolf might be able to hide his identity and play anonymously in those clubs for a little while, but he can't ignore reality forever. Marsdon and Bennett have lives to get back to, they have packs to return to...they have wolfen traditions to follow. They have just one more night together before they have to lose each other forever. All they can do now, is make the most of it. Reader Advisory: This book contains both human and werewolf styles of dominance and submission.This book also contains blood play and non-sexual violence."

The Strength of a Gamma #2
Book two in the Pack Discipline Series Gamma wolf Steffan may have been in love with his best friend for years, but he knows that s not enough. Francis deserves a more dominant mate, and Steffan intends to make sure he gets one.Steffan has been best friends with Francis ever since the younger wolf joined the pack after his own parents died. He s been in love with him for just as long. But when a new beta joins their pack, he knows it s time to step aside and let Francis form a bond with a more dominant wolf.Francis has no idea why Steffan s been acting so strangely since the new wolves joined their pack. When he discovers the truth, he starts to question things he d never thought to doubt before. What if he has no interest in a dominant mate? What if he could find the perfect partner far closer to home?Everything is about to change for Francis and Steffan. The only question is: are the gammas strong enough to cope?

The Duty of a Beta #3
Caught between duty and sweet temptation, what’s a wolf to do?

Gunnar has a job to do. He was brought into the pack to be mated to Alfred and that’s what he’s going to do. Beta’s have always been charged with taking control of the trouble makers in their packs, and Gunnar is going to do his duty by his new pack if it kills him.

Just because his eyes constantly stray towards another wolf, that’s no reason to alter his plans. His alphas might believe in love matches, but Gunnar believes in duty—no matter how sweet the temptation to let his thoughts wander to a very different wolf might be.

The Love of a Mate #3.5
Alfred’s always been the pack’s trouble maker. He’s given up hope of ever being anything else. But, could that change when he suddenly receives the love of a mate?

Caden’s never had any trouble convincing other wolves to do what he wants. He might not have his brother’s status, size or grumpy personality, but that doesn’t matter. He’s always found smiles and flirtations to be far more effective than any of those things anyway.

When Caden sets his sights on Alfred, he knows he’ll need every trick he’s ever acquired if he’s to have any chance of reforming the pack trouble maker into a good wolf and a first-rate potential mate. However, that might not be the only obstacle they face—the rest of the pack might yet prove to be their biggest challenge of all.

The Mark of an Alpha #1
“Our last time.”

“Yes, sir.”

Marsdon stroked his fingertips down the submissive’s spine. He’d never asked the other man exactly how he managed to put himself into his bondage before his master joined him in the back room of the club. Now the question seemed like a waste of all too precious time.

The artificial scent the other man wore took over Marsdon’s world as he stepped even closer to him. He stood very still for a moment, his fingertips resting on the bound man’s skin as he tried to push past the aroma and force it out of his senses.

It was a pleasant cologne, something that would have no doubt been considered discreet to a human’s nose. Perhaps if the man offering him his submission had been human, it would have been easier to tolerate it. But Marsdon knew damn well the man before him was as much a wolf as he was.

Marsdon closed his eyes as his free hand clenched into a fist at his side. The fragrance couldn’t hide his lover’s species, but it hid his actual identity perfectly. There was a special cruelty to that, right then.

After all the hours they’d spent together, to know that he would never even be able to walk past his lover on a crowded street and recognise that he was within touching distance of the man who’d once made his blood pound faster in his veins, his cock stiffen and his heart find peace… It was something akin to torture.

Marsdon trailed his fingers over the man’s side as he walked around him and stopped face to… Marsdon stared at the leather hood that hid most of the other man’s face from him for several long, regretful seconds. At least his lips were free. That was something he would always be grateful for.

He’d had the pleasure of his submissive’s mouth—in every sense of the term. Marsdon left the fingertips of his one hand resting against the bound man’s ribs as he lifted his other hand and brushed a knuckle over his lover’s mouth.

Those lips had wrapped around his shaft so many times over the last weeks. The submissive kissed his knuckle. His tongue flickered out to taste his master’s finger, just as it had lapped pre-cum from his cock.

Marsdon watched every eager flash of pink against his skin. Knowing he would never feel that again made it suddenly vital to imprint every detail onto his memory. It took all his strength to finally move his hand away.
The tongue lapped at the empty air. The submissive’s mouth remained open, waiting. After a few seconds, the lips came together, not once complaining that their master had robbed them of their treat.

The damn hood that kept his lover’s identity a secret had its rare seconds of usefulness. Safe while he knew the other man would never glimpse his moment of weakness, Marsdon bowed his head and took a deep breath. He was his master for a few more hours, yet. There was no point in wasting his time regretting those hours were all they would ever have.

Marsdon lifted his gaze back to the hooded face and forced himself not to fritter away precious seconds wishing he knew what colour eyes would look back at him if the hood could be torn away.
“Have you been good since our last meeting, pup?” His voice was too thick, too rough with emotion.
Marsdon had to clear his throat before he could finish the question.

“Yes, sir.”

It was the truth. Marsdon had never had any cause to doubt that. For all his submission, he knew the man before him was too proud to lie. Still unable to look at the half-hood and not wish things could be different, Marsdon turned his attention to more pleasing sights.

Before he’d arrived, the submissive had placed himself in bondage according to the precise orders Marsdon had issued at the end of their last session. Leather encircled his wrists and his ankles, spreading him open, leaving him vulnerable to whatever his master should wish to do with him. Shackles bolted to the concrete floor and the heavy bar suspended from the ceiling kept him in place beautifully in the middle of the room.

Marsdon ran his knuckles along the other man’s skin, from the notch between his collar bones and down the juncture between his ribs until he teased his abs. Muscles twitched under his touch.

“Sorry, sir.”

Marsdon smiled. “You’re in bondage for a reason, pup. If I wanted you to control your responses, I’d let you stand free and make you submit to a simple order to stay still.”

The submissive swallowed. “Thank you, sir.”

Marsdon’s wasn’t the only voice that was a fraction deeper, a fraction rougher than usual. The growl in the other man’s voice wasn’t an added attempt to disguise his identity. It was all wolf, all pain.

Continuing to stroke his knuckles up and down the submissive’s stomach, Marsdon leaned forward and brushed their lips together. It was just a brief little contact, nothing like a real kiss.

If he gave in to the temptation for the real thing, Marsdon thought he just might let their lips linger together until the world stopped turning. Or until it turned into a pumpkin. Or whatever the hell it was that would happen to the world when their time together ran out and they both had to walk away.

The Strength of a Gamma #2
Steffan tightened his grip around his shaft as his hand moved more and more rapidly beneath the sheets. The back of his fingers rubbed annoyingly against the underside of his blanket with every stroke, but he still couldn’t risk throwing the covering back.

The night was warm enough that he’d have welcomed the caress of any breeze that crept into his bedroom through the open window, but the chance of another wolf coming into the room and catching him was far too high.

Squirming on the mattress, Steffan pressed his head back into his pillow as his hips thrust up, pushing his cock into the tight channel between his fingers and palm once more.

Biting his lip to keep back a moan, he rubbed his palm across the tip of his erection, gathering the pre-cum that leaked from the slit and smearing it down the length of his shaft. He closed his eyes for a moment and images immediately flooded into his brain.

A smaller, fairer wolf stared down at him, pleasure filling his eyes as he reached out to him. A moment passed, the picture flickered and changed. The same wolf lay naked, sprawling on a big soft mattress. He smiled and beckoned Steffan closer. Another second brought another scenario. Steffan tilted his head back and looked up at the other wolf as the familiar face loomed over him.

Steffan whimpered then, as if the other man’s fingers really were tangling in his hair. A hand failed to hold him still as his head moved against his pillow, but the vision before him still lowered his head until their lips were just a second away from a kiss.

At the last possible moment, Steffan flung open his eyes. Gasping for breath, he pushed the silly little daydreams out of his head as hard as he could, flinging them away from him with all his might.

He stared helplessly up at the beamed ceiling above his bed, but even reality couldn’t kill the fantasy completely. It was still there, tempting him with a quicker path towards pleasure.

A slow blink threatened to turn into something longer. Steffan let out a frustrated little groan. He couldn’t let that happen.

Friction was all he really needed. Steffan knew that. Part of him even believed it. Enough friction against his shaft and he’d come. It was a simple fact of biology. It still took all his strength of will to pry his eyes open.

Those sorts of daydreams had no place in his head—not even in the middle of the night. It would only make things more painful for him in the long run. It was pointless to torture himself.

Steffan repeated all those facts to himself over and over again as his strokes sped up around his shaft once more. It was far better that he should content himself with his own touch and leave a deeper sort of pleasure to other wolves.

Without any warning, a howl cut through the air, damn near loud enough to shake the dust from the rafters. Steffan held back a low, heartfelt moan. The alphas were obviously having a good time that night. He couldn’t bring himself to be surprised. There didn’t seem to be many nights when they didn’t enjoy themselves loudly enough to wake every wolf in the pack.

Reluctantly removing his grip from his aching shaft, Steffan let his hand drop to rest idly next to him on the mattress. Pushing his other hand into his hair, he counted very slowly inside his head. The only important thing now, was to stay on schedule. By the time he reached five he had to have his mind out of the gutter. By ten it was vital that he’d forced his breathing back in to something like a normal rate.

Fifteen seconds counted out, and Steffan made a conscious effort to try to slow his racing heart. Twenty. Right on cue, his bedroom door creaked open. Soft footsteps padded across the bare floorboards towards him. Steffan drew back the blankets, just far enough to welcome the other wolf into his bed, without letting his friend catch sight of his still flourishing erection.

Francis quickly joined him on the mattress. Steffan lifted one arm and welcomed the smaller wolf to rest at his side. Francis shuddered slightly as he curled up against him.

Carefully tucking a bit of blanket between Francis and his cock so the younger wolf wouldn’t notice how hard he was, Steffan encouraged him even closer, trying to make sure he felt as safe and cosseted as possible. His friend quickly took him up on the invitation, hiding his face in Steffan’s shoulder as he snuggled up against him.

Francis had plenty of blankets in his own room. Steffan had checked, and added an extra one to the bottom of the other wolf’s bed, just in case his smaller frame needed extra insulation and he was too proud to ask. Yet his friend still felt cold on the nights the howl went up from the alphas’ room and he came to his friend seeking comfort.

“You know that it was a good kind of howl?” Steffan asked him, as gently as he knew how.

Francis nodded against his shoulder, but the words seemed to do little to reassure him. He huddled against Steffan’s side, as if he was afraid the meagre comfort he found in his friend’s bed was about to be taken away.

Steffan immediately held him more securely in his embrace, wishing he could spoon behind him properly and wrap the smaller man in another wolf’s presence without giving away far too much.

He held back a sigh at his inability to offer his friend that simple reassurance. Francis might be distracted enough that he couldn’t read his scent too accurately, but he’d have to notice a hard cock pressing against his arse.

But at least, he hadn’t let Francis even further into his fantasies this time, Steffan told himself. That was something to be grateful for. At least, he could hold the slightly younger wolf close and offer him what comfort he was capable of without feeling guilty for using him that way.

The Duty of a Beta #3
Gunnar registered the sound of running water just a moment too late. Steam swirled around the hot, humid little space as he pushed open the door and walked into the bathroom he was temporarily sharing with several other members of the pack. He was just about to take a pace back, close the door behind him and wait for the other wolf to finish his shower when he realised who was standing under the spray.

There was no step back. Gunnar froze as he ran his gaze over the lean, slim frame that had been drawing his attention ever since he joined the pack.

Talbot blinked rapidly, no doubt in an effort to clear the water from his big blue eyes. Bubbles from the soap he’d been lathering himself with continued to conceal his parts of torso for a few seconds, but they quickly slipped away under the force of the water. The omega was left entirely exposed to Gunnar’s inspection.

Damn, but he was stunning. And, somehow, while he stood in the shower, he looked far more naked than he ever had on those times when he’d just switched back into his human form and hadn’t had time to get dressed, he seemed far more naked than the beta was himself.

Gunnar looked down for a moment, eager to see if the little wolf had been doing more than washing under the hot spray.

No, Talbot wasn’t even hard. Gunnar tried not to wish he’d taken an even longer route on his run, and arrived just a few minutes later, perhaps when the omega would have been in the middle of something more interesting.

Dragging his gaze back up Talbot’s body, Gunnar met the smaller wolf’s eyes. Talbot immediately dropped his attention to the shower room floor, quick to show all due respect for their respective ranks within the pack.

That was exactly what he should do. It was precisely what Gunnar should want him to do. Still, he couldn’t help but think that a few moments in which he could admire the younger man’s eyes wouldn’t have been such a terrible thing.

Shaking his head and forcing himself to snap back into the real world, where there were far more important things for a beta to think about than pretty blue eyes, Gunnar reached for the door handle. He stopped with his fingers wrapped tightly around it as the omega stepped towards him.

“You can…” Talbot waved a hand towards the shower. “I’ll wait until after you’ve finished.”

Gunnar remained motionless for several long seconds as the steam rushed past him out of the room. He should leave. It was far too tempting for him to linger in the naked omega’s presence. Gunnar knew that. Yet, somehow, he still found himself stepping into the bathroom and closing the door behind him, sealing them in the small space with the heat and vapour from the shower completely surrounding them.

Talbot swallowed rapidly as Gunnar silently stalked towards him. It was hard to believe that he wasn’t already regretting inviting his pack mate to take his place. As Gunnar moved past Talbot and stepped under the shower, the little wolf retreated several paces, putting himself well out of range of the cascading water.

Folding his arms across his chest, the omega seemed to do his best to blend into the stark white tiles that covered every wall of the wet room. As if there was any chance they could share any space without Gunnar being acutely aware of exactly where the smaller wolf was!

Gunnar tilted his head back and let the water run through his hair. After all the rain that had fallen over the last few days, his run had left him streaked with dirt. The water turned muddy as it ran down his body and swirled around his feet. The warmth of the hot spray quickly sank into muscles that ached after so much exertion out in the cold and sent a shiver of pleasure running down his spine.

Gunnar glanced towards Talbot, as he reached for the shampoo, just in time to see a far less enjoyable shudder run through the smaller man’s body. Gunnar’s eyes narrowed.


Maybe it was the displeasure in his tone, or maybe it was just his voice in general, but the omega damn near jumped out of his skin at the sound of his own name.

Gunnar bit back a curse. Anyone would think he’d threatened to hang, draw and quarter the guy on a regular basis—that he hadn’t actually gone out of his way to be kind to the omega ever since he joined the pack.

Nervous blue eyes blinked up at him from beneath a damp blond fringe, but the little omega didn’t say a word.

“Come here,” Gunnar ordered.

Talbot slowly did as he was told, closing the gap between them with all the enthusiasm of a man who really did think he was heading for a noose.

Finally he stopped in front of Gunnar, just out of range of the spray.

“There was something you wanted?” Talbot asked, as the silence finally seemed to become too much for him to bear.


Gunnar managed to bite the word back, but having to keep the truth inside his head did little for his temper. A growl emerged in its place.

He wanted Talbot. He wanted him facing the wall, with his hands braced on the pure white tiles, his legs spread and his back arched as he eagerly offered his arse to his more dominant mate.

Gunnar’s hand tightened into a fist at his side. Well, he wasn’t going to bloody well get what he wanted, so there was no point day dreaming about it.

Catching hold of the smaller man’s shoulder, he dragged him under the shower. The little wolf gasped. He stumbled. Reaching out, he instinctively sought to brace himself against the tiles as he struggled to keep his footing. His hands skidded against the slippery surface.

The Love of a Mate #3.5
Halfway through his shift from his lupine form into his human shape, Alfred sensed someone approaching from his left. His shoulders were barely formed when a blurry figure pushed against them, sending him staggering backwards.

“What the hell do you think you’re—?”Alfred stopped abruptly as his back hit the wall alongside the woodpile. All the air rushed out of his lungs, stealing any other words he might have wanted to snarl at his attacker.

The rough bricks bit into his suddenly furless skin, his palms skidded against them as he tried to catch his balance on two legs instead of four. So soon after a shift, his movements were clumsy, his co-ordination non-existent. It was several moments before he could even make his eyes focus on the man standing before him and the blur morphed into—


Alfred glared at the other wolf in disbelief as the pretty blond stepped forwards, closing the gap between them.

It was bad enough having to put up with being pushed around by Gunnar. Alfred would be damned if he’d allow the beta’s little brother to treat him the same way! A low growl building in the back of his throat, Alfred reached out to shove Caden away.

His hands quickly reached the place where the other shifter’s shoulders should have been, but his claws only met empty air. There was no howl of pain as Caden stumbled and fell from the force of the blow.

A second passed slowly. One brain cell bumped gently into its neighbour inside Alfred’s head. Werewolves didn’t just disappear—they shifted. Alfred looked down, fully expecting to see a wolf looking back up at him, but Caden was still very much in his human form.

The gorgeous young wolf knelt prettily at Alfred’s naked feet and retuned his gaze as if that were nothing out of the ordinary.

Bloody bizarre was what it was. Alfred frowned as his sluggish brain tried to make sense of it and failed. He lowered his hands, not above striking someone who was already on his knees.

Caden leant forward. Without any warning, a pair of perfect pink lips wrapped themselves around the tip of Alfred’s cock. For several long seconds, Alfred waved his hands uselessly in the empty air, as they stalled halfway to their destination. A strangled noised escaped from the back of his throat, but not one single thought managed to work its way through his brain.

Hot wetness suckled firmly around the head of his cock as Alfred quickly began to harden under its ministrations. A wave of pure bliss swept through him when Caden swirled his tongue in a complex little manoeuvre that lapped away all his strength.

Alfred’s knees threatened to buckle. If the wall hadn’t been ready to support him, he’d have crumpled into a desperate heap right there next to the woodpile. The deep scratches the rough surface gouged into his back were a small price to pay for being able to keep his cock at the right height for Caden’s mouth.

Delicate hands came to rest on Alfred’s hips, steadying him further. Alfred tried to thrust forwards as Caden dipped his head and took a little more of his cock into his mouth, but there suddenly seemed to be surprising strength hidden in the slim, artistic digits. His hips stayed firmly against the wall.

Growling his frustration, Alfred glared down at the other wolf. Their eyes met. For once, those stunning blue eyes seemed to be completely serious. Alfred was incapable of looking away. No matter what his place in the pack was supposed to be, he was helpless to do anything other than hold the other gamma’s eyes and lose himself in the blue depths.

Caden looked away first, but it felt far less like a wolf offering another man his submission then a master technician dropping his eyes to pay better attention to the job at hand—or mouth, as the case may be. Gradually, Caden began to bob his head lower, taking more and more of the now-stiff shaft into his mouth.

His tongue danced along the underside of Alfred’s cock each time he dipped his head. As he pulled back, he swirled his tongue around the glans, before rapidly taking the entire shaft back into his mouth, the tip sinking into his throat.

Without any warning, Caden looked up again. Caught off guard, Alfred could only whimper his admiration. The other wolf’s lips were thinned out into a pale pink line, his cheeks slightly hollowed as he sucked, and somehow it all just made him more gorgeous than ever.

Alfred reached out, desperate to thread his fingers into the impossibly golden strands of hair and keep Caden exactly where he was forever. He was vaguely aware that one of the other wolf’s hands had left his hip, but before Alfred had even had a chance to really notice that, Caden’s fist was wrapped tightly around his wrist.

“What the—?” Alfred tried to say more, but words failed him as Caden’s tongue lapped at the sensitive strip of skin where his foreskin joined his shaft.

As if nothing at all had happened to break his concentration, Caden calmly resumed bobbing his head over Alfred’s crotch. At the same time, he guided Alfred to lean forward and rest his hand on his shoulder rather than in his hair. Alfred found his fingers clutching at the thin cotton shirt as he tossed back his head and howled his pleasure into the cold night air.

His hips bucked forward, and Caden was strong enough to stop him then. Alfred’s vision blurred. The whole world condensed down into something more glorious than he could ever remember it being. Every fibre in his body whimpered its joy. Even his fingertips seemed to feel their share of his bliss as he came into his lover’s mouth. Then, long before Alfred was ready to let go of it, the ecstasy faded away.

Author Bio:
Kim is a thirty year old bisexual submissive from Wales (UK). First published in 2008, she has since released almost 100 BDSM erotic romance titles ranging from short stories to full length novels. Having worked with a host of fantastic e-publishers, she has just moved into self publishing.

While she has occasionally ventured towards other pairings, Kim's first love is still, and probably always will be, Male/Male stories. But, no matter what the pairing, from paranormal to contemporary, and from the sweet to the intense, everything she writes will always feature three things - Kink, Love and a Happy Ending.


The Mark of an Alpha #1

The Strength of a Gamma #2

The Duty of a Beta #3

The Love of a Mate #3.5

Pack Discipline Vol 1-Paperback

Pack Discipline Vol 2-Paperback

Cover Reveal: Savannah Sins by Jenna Fox

Title: Savannah Sins
Author: Jenna Fox
Genre: Erotic/Horror/Suspense
Release Date: March 3, 2015
Publisher: Dark Hollows Press
Cover Artist: 3 Rusted Spoons

Her prison became his hell.

The only thing standing between Beverly Price and a prison cell is her well connected attorney, Jackson McNabb.  Jackson pulls some legal strings, getting Beverly sent to his family’s plantation to work out her sentence at an isolated setting- the perfect place for sexual escapades. When Jack and Beverly act on the pent-up lust burning between them, their passion rouses an angry spirit, setting off a series of frightening paranormal events and sending Beverly fleeing the arms of her lover, leaving Jack to fight for both of their lives.

Where will you run when your sins come back to haunt you?

      Beverly’s libido was assailed at being around a man she wasn’t totally immune to and she shivered when Jack got behind her, bracketing her sides with his arms. She stood still as her scantily clothed skin absorbed his body heat, trapping it between them. She took the cutting knife, and he covered her hand with his, directing the chopping mechanisms. The close proximity was pressing on her, making her question everything she thought she knew about herself. He was teaching, but she wasn’t listening, only slipping into feelings she’d never meant to feel with him.
     They were nearly meshed together when Jack’s hands wrapped her waist and he guided her toward the sink. He washed and she dried while a play-by-play reverie of Jack stripping her down and bending her over the counter projected in her head like a movie screen. Beverly’s breath caught in her throat when the bulge in his pants skipped across the back of her thigh.

It took her higher than any drug. Deeper, harder and faster. Each thrust was more determined than the last. Beverly’s pussy was zinging with sensitivity, stretched wider than ever in so long, with a man balls deep inside her. The inferno burned higher and hotter as she tightened around him, his cock expanding with her clasping heat. Jack began a merciless onslaught, holding nothing back, breaking down the fibers of her being. Her world was on fire and her emotions were spinning. Their bodies exploded, mouths agape as they came out loud together and she reached around him, clutching his ass to grind more of his hard flesh into hers.

Author Bio:
Jenna Fox is a civilized hillbilly, mother, wife and multi published author of erotica residing in Eastern Tennessee. She enjoys reading and jotting down poetry in her spare time.  Besides juggling a busy family life, Fox reviews and critiques for other authors and crafts her own dark erotic tales. Stories always feature a mysterious alpha male with unexpected twists to shock the reader. She believes in HFN and HEA endings, although not always in a romantic or conventional way. 

Her work is born from real life experiences, an overactive imagination and a consuming caffeine addiction.  Sometimes she finds herself writing sex scenes on fast food napkins and store receipts while waiting in traffic, but she’s always guilty of keeping her mind in the gutter.  Fox is a listener of hard rock music and a watcher of classic slasher films. In short, she’s a writer, a storyteller, able to make a boo-boo all better with just one kiss and a proud, world class expert at screwing up recipes and scaring away closet monsters.  She believes in ghosts and God and is absolutely convinced chocolate soothes the savage beast.

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The Fixer Upper by Anne Conley

Title: The Fixer Upper
Author: Anne Conley
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: February 23, 2015
Cover Artist: Samantha Holt
James is a has-been restaurateur from the UK, trying desperately to get himself out of the hole he’s dug for himself, while trying to figure out how to suddenly be a Dad for his brand-new tween-ager.   He thinks he’s fixing things, or at least he’s making a mortgage payment, when he takes a job on a dating show as the Fixer Upper.

Margaret’s life is perfect.  At least, that’s what she keeps telling herself.  A recent divorcee, she can’t believe she’s turned into a cliché.  When she makes a deal with her ever-helpful mother who will stop fixing her up with men, if Margaret will go on a dating show, she thinks she’s solved one of her problems.

What happens when the womanizing TV host meets the classy lady with OCD tendencies?  Can they find what they need in each other?

     James watched as she picked up her onion sword and dipped it into her mouth, extracting one and swirling it around her mouth before taking a drink.  He sipped on his scotch, churning it around his mouth and letting it cleanse him as it went down his throat, bloomed in his chest, and spread through his stomach.  He relished the burn.
     The bartender came over to wash some glasses near them, and after catching James’s eye, lowered to whisper to him, “Are you her decoy?”
     “What do you mean?”
     “She’s in here almost every night, beating men off, explaining why she doesn’t need to actually have a boyfriend to not be interested.  I was just wondering if you were pretending to be her boyfriend, so she wouldn’t get hit on.  I’ve been tempted to offer myself.”
     “No, I’m not pretending to be her boyfriend.”  James couldn’t hold back the grin at the image of Margaret fighting off potential admirers.
     “Are you really her boyfriend?”  The poor man’s eyes were huge with disbelief, and James could completely understand.  She did put off the cold fish vibe, but he ached to change that.
     “I can hear you two idiots,” Margaret hissed at them.  Turning on the poor boy, “You are no longer my favorite.  Where’s Marcy?  She’s almost as good at my martini as you are.”
     “Sorry.  She’s not in tonight, you’re stuck with me.”  He grinned at her boyishly, and James watched her blush.  Was she flirting with the bartender?  He left to go help someone at the end of the bar, and James turned to her.
     “You like him, huh?  Is he the one you want to take to dinner?”  Her lucky date for tonight would get dinner out on the show.
     “No!  He’s a child!”
     “That’s right.  That pesky age thing.”
     Before he could elaborate, a sharp-dressed CEO type walked up to Margaret on her other side.  The man exuded money, from his Armani to his Rolex.  James watched with interest.
     “Hey there sweet thing.  Can I buy you another?”
     James felt a prickle of jealousy and again questioned himself.  He had no claims on her, in fact, he was here to help her get a date, in spite of what the producers said.  Even so, he cheered inside his head when her mouth shaped the word no, before snapping shut.  When she re-thought her response, his unease returned.
     “Sure, why not?”  Her voice was blithe, but James saw the underlying tension and resignation to the simple statement, like she knew exactly what was going to happen next, and dreaded it, participating only to please the show.
     As soon as the bartender brought another drink for the two, the man bent down close to Margaret’s ear.  James didn’t hear all of it, but he managed to see red darken his Maggie’s chest and knew exactly what that meant, he’d done it to her himself.  Before he could react, she’d thrown her drink in the CEO’s face, who took it all with aplomb.
     Removing his handkerchief from his breast pocket, the man wiped his face before smirking and leaving.  No more words were spoken.
     “What the hell did he say to you?”
     Angry tears sounded in her voice, and sudden understanding dawned on him.  Men were fucking pigs.  “He told me to come back to his place so he could stick his dick in my hot, wet, cu—“
     “Never mind.  Forget I asked.”  Her eyes shined at him, as if tears were just under the surface, and James wondered if it was always like this for beautiful women with no self-esteem.  Margaret knew she was pretty, but didn’t give herself enough credit for the rest.  That’s why she kept her standards so high, so she didn’t get hurt.  And the men who came on to her were total assholes.  James knew she’d only allowed the wanker to buy her drink because he’d told her to lower her standards.  If she kept up with her normal routine, that man wouldn’t have stood there more than thirty seconds.
James held out his arms, trying to be comforting, and to his surprise, Margaret sort of slumped towards him.  He took a step forward and enfolded her in his arms.  It was similar to last night’s embrace, except she wasn’t trying to beat him senseless.  Instead, she was just… limp.
     Stroking her back, feeling her warmth through the thin material of her dress, he inhaled the scent of her shampoo, lavender and vanilla.  Scents that should remind him of his gram, only on Maggie, they made him want her naked.
     He was such a fucking tool, no different from the others.
     She relaxed in his embrace, her own arms coming around his waist and squeezing him, pressing herself against him.  Something welled up inside, something a little foreign, something that surprised him.  He realized he cared for her, and not just enough to sleep with her.  James cared for Margaret enough to want to know what happened to them after the sex.
     “We should just go.  I’m hopeless.”  She sniffed into his chest, and he could barely hear her.  “I’ve thrown my drink at one guy, and I’m hugging on you.  Nobody’s going to want to go out with me now.”
     “I do.”  His words shocked him, but no less for the meaning behind him.  He did want to take her out.  He wanted to make her feel desired, undo all his words of yesterday and the day before.   He regretted them, immensely, and didn’t know what to do to take them back.
     She looked up at him, her brow furrowed with confusion, but didn’t take a step back.  Still holding her with one arm, he reached his other to smooth the wrinkles on her forehead, and shrugged, murmuring, “Masochistic tendencies.”
     Her lips curled into a smile, and she laughed.  He’d never heard the clear tinkling sound resonating from her before, and suddenly he lost all of his senses.  Something changed in both of them.  As abruptly as she started laughing, she stopped, and James watched as her gaze focused on his lips.  Maggie’s tongue snaked out and stroked her bottom lip, leaving it sparkling wet, preparing it for him.  James was lost.  He wasn’t sure if she raised herself, or if he lowered his face, but in the next second, their lips were on each other’s.

1. What is the biggest influence/interest that brought you to this genre?
I have to say the Outlander series… While the enormity and complexities of the series intimidated the heck out of me, the love story was inspirational to me.  When the Indie Publishing revolution came, I went for it.  I’ll never be Diana Gibaldon, but I can tell a story.  And that’s what I set out to do.

2. When writing a book, what is your favorite part of the creative process(outline, plot, character names, editing, etc)?
I like the preliminary thought process the best.  At that point, the characters and plot still do what I want it to do.  When I start outlining and roughing it out, things have to fit together a certain way and I lose a little of the whimsy of my initial thoughts.  But it ends up being a better story for it, I just like the freedom that happens when I initially come up with the story—sort of a sparky thing.

3. When reading a book, what genre do you find most interesting/intriguing?
I like all types of romance.  I prefer happy endings, but will read others.  I really feel cheated with cliff-hangers, though.  It’s like I’ve invested all this time and emotion into the characters only to not have a resolution.  I want the best for the hero/heroine.

4. If you could co-author with any author, past or present, who would you choose?
I would love to write a book with Vanessa Booke.  I really like her and her writing.  She’s an amazing lady, seriously amazing.

5. Have you always wanted to write or did it come to you ʺlater in lifeʺ?
I’ve always wanted to write, and have written my entire life.  It was later in life, though, that I realized it was something I could actually do.

Author Bio:
Anne has written her entire life and has the boxes of angst-filled journals and poetry to prove it.  She’s been writing for public consumption for the last four years.  Currently she is writing two romance series.  In Stories of Serendipity, she explores real people living real lives in small town Texas in a contemporary romance setting.  In The Four Winds, she chronicles God’s four closest archangels, Uriel, Gabriel, Raphael, and Michael, falling in love and becoming human.  She lives in rural East Texas with her husband and children in her own private oasis, where she prides herself in her complete lack of social skills, choosing instead to live with the people inside her head.


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Release Day Blitz: Playing with Fire by Paisley Walker

Playing with Fire Ebook
Title: Playing with Fire
Author: Paisley Walker
Genre: Erotica
Release Date: March 1, 2015
Cover Design: MGBookCovers
My name is Laken Thompson, and I have come up with an idea that is too good to surpass. Being a twenty five year old that just graduated college and has accrued an insane amount of debt it’s the best thing I can think of. I am auctioning off the most precious thing I have. My virginity. What I wasn’t planning on was the man that changed everything. Asher Braxton, the epitome of stunning. The man that has everything, except for me. I’ve run for months from the devilishly handsome man stalking me like some prey. Just when I thought I evaded his advances his voice is the one I hear to make a bid. On shaky legs I pray that someone will outbid him, but the thought in my head is… I’m playing with fire and this time I hope I don’t get burned.

     “I asked if you’d like to get out of here. I live right around the corner.”
     “Sure,” I knew this was coming, and while Evelyn was a beautiful woman, she wasn’t who I was really interested in. Seeing as whom I wanted to take home didn’t want to go home with me, I decide to take her up on her offer. I put two one hundred dollar bills down on the bar with my card before I stand to help Evelyn. I catch Laken’s eye as I tip my head in her direction. While Evelyn may not be who I wanted to bring home tonight, she is a beautiful blonde woman with one hell of a body. I would use it to my advantage.
     Walking out of the bar with Evelyn on my arm, I can’t help but turn back for one more glance. Perhaps I am a masochist, because the look in that woman’s eyes behind the bar could knock me to my knees. I don’t care how unaffected she tries to look, because in those brown eyes I saw it—Desire. I walk Evelyn to her apartment above the city center, trying to be as polite as can be. Seeing her ass sway in that damn dress though is really tantalizing me. Once she sticks her key into that lock, it’s going to be on.
     “Would you like some coffee?”
     “No, I’d prefer something else,” I whisper into her neck as I kiss the back of it. She shivers and I know I have her in the palm of my hand.
     “Like… your sweet little pussy on my tongue,” I growl into her ear before grabbing her key from her. I push my raging cock against her as I slide the metal into the lock. When she gasps in front of me, I hastily turn the lock before pushing the door open.
     “Well, I’m sure we can make that happen,” she says as she turns to face me. My hands instantly grab her face, pulling her by her cheeks to my lips. I take from her mouth greedily, claiming every inch of it. She may not know it yet, but for tonight she is mine for the taking. She will be devoured and she will love every second of it. I close the door with my foot as my tongue battles with hers, the taste of sweet alcohol on her lips. She whimpers into my mouth and I know for sure she is mine for the taking.
     “I am going to make you scream,” I breathe out as I pull away, searching her eyes for any clue that she doesn’t want me like I want her.
     “Please,” she replies breathlessly against my lips. With that one word I pick her up, placing her on the nearest piece of furniture I can find, which is the couch. She laughs as I slowly slide my hands up her creamy thighs, reaching under her dress and pull the lace fabric down her legs. I can smell her arousal in the air as I slide her dress up to her hipbones, looking at her bare pussy.
     I lick my lips as I see her juices shining in the dim light of the room. I put my lips together and blow softly on her quivering lips which makes her shiver. I let out a chuckle as I slide my hands up her thighs to hold her down onto the couch. I slide my tongue up the length or her slit, up to the little bud that is sticking out of her clit. “Fuck, you taste good.”
     I am rewarded with a few mewls out of her mouth as my tongue starts to devour her. I slide my tongue up and down the wet sensitive folds of her pussy as I watch her digging her nails into the couch. I trail my eyes over her body as she slowly pulls the dress over her head, arching her back to remove the bra confining her perky tits. Reaching up with my hands, I cup her breasts, squeezing gently as my tongue penetrates her slit. I kneed her flesh with my fingers as I continue to assault her sweet tasting pussy. My eyes watching her as she comes undone underneath me. I love this feeling—the rush I get as a woman loses all inhibition and lets her emotions take control. It’s as if nothing matters but the pleasure they seek, and I love every fucking second.
     Looking Evelyn in the eyes, I slowly slide my right hand down her slender stomach. I watch her face as my tongue finds her sensitive bud and my finger slides into her dripping channel. I watch as her hooded eyes open in surprise, and then retreat to closing again. I flick my tongue as my finger creates a friction inside of her, one that will have her coming undone for me in mere seconds. Her hands find their way into my hair just as she starts to orgasm all over my tongue. I lap at the juices as if I am a man starved, not knowing when his next meal will come.
     “Asher,” she moans as her fingernails dig into my head, pulling me closer to her sweet juices. I don’t argue as my finger continues to stroke her sensitive flesh, my tongue lapping at all of the wetness seeping underneath my finger. After she loosens her grip on my head, I slowly rise to my feet. She gives me a lazy smile as she lies before me—a goddess sitting there in the light of the room.      Leaning forward, she reaches for my belt. She untucks my shirt before pulling my belt away from my body. The hunger in her eyes is all I need to know. She wants this as badly as I want to give it to her.
     Pulling my pants down, she stares as my hard cock comes into view. She gapes at me, I suppose in awe of my length. I just smile as I grab her blonde hair in my hands. I pull her open mouth down onto my girth and moan as her wet tongue slides over me. I can’t help but wish that it were Laken here with me. I shake the thought from my head; if she had wanted me, she’d have been the one here tonight. Evelyn was the woman who was lucky enough to share my pleasure tonight, and I would make damn sure she enjoyed every bit of it. I continue to thrust my hips into her face, shoving my cock down her throat. I look into her blue eyes and notice, for the first time, the hint of violet around her irises. Perhaps Evelyn can be more than a one-night stand for me. After all, she is fairly talented with her mouth. I feel my balls starting to tingle, so I pull my dick out of her mouth.
     “Turn over, Evelyn,” I huskily add before I kick off my shoes and kick my feet out of my pants. She doesn’t object at all, but does as I ask. Turning her body around, she places her arms on the back of her couch. How she knows this is the position I want her in is not lost on me. “Stick your ass out a bit more, baby,” I hiss into her ear as I reach down into my wallet, grabbing a condom.
     “You don’t need to use that, I’m on the pill… and I’m clean,” she hesitates a moment. In that moment I know she knows exactly who I am.
     “I never not use one,” I retort as I slide the latex over my hard shaft.
     “Your loss.”
     “Indeed,” I grit out as I grab her hips. Slamming my dick into her, she jerks and lets out a loud yelp. She knew someone who I’d fucked before, and she was trying to trap me. I wasn’t an idiot. I didn’t make my fortune by being an idiot. I had learned to read people long before, and if she wanted to trap me so she could get something from me, I’d make sure she’d remember tonight. She’d beg for me to fuck her again, but like all the others, it wouldn’t happen. I pull my hand back and then bring it down to her ass. The smack that resides in the room is just another turn on for me, especially when it is accompanied by a surprised howl from the one receiving it. “Like that, Evelyn?”
     “Don’t stop,” she moans out as my hips slam into her ass over and over. I watch as she reaches between her legs rubbing her clit, getting closer to orgasm. I debate on whether or not I should take my pleasure and keep her begging for her own, but I decide it isn’t worth it. I continue to thrust my hips into her backside as I feel the sensation in my balls. I pump harder, slamming into her as deeply as I can get. I feel her muscles start to tighten and relax, knowing she is fixing to be cumming at any moment. I pick up my pace, and just as I hear my name escape her lips, my release goes off into the shield of my condom.
     I smile to myself as I see her head hit the couch cushion, her strength depleted from the escapade.        “Feel good?”
     “Very much so,” she says through a yawn. “Best sex ever.” Her eyelids start to fall as I reach for my pants, then they quickly shoot back open. “Where are you going?”
     “Home.” “You aren’t going to stay the night?”
     “I don’t stay the night,” I reply calmly.
     “You stayed with Lana,” she slaps a hand over her face.
     “I knew it,” I hiss out. “Lana lied to you. Be glad you got to orgasm. I wasn’t going to let you. Thanks for scratching my itch, Evelyn,” I growl out as I finish putting on my clothes.
     “Asher, are you serious right now?”
     “I am always serious.”
     “I bet this has to do with that girl at Jasper’s. You kept eyeing her all night.”
     “Evelyn, this has nothing to do with that girl. I don’t even know her, but I am sure she wouldn’t be whining like I child if she’d been able to fuck me,” I growl out. There is no reason for Laken to be brought into this all because she’s being a child about ruining the fact that she knows who I am.
     “Whatever… Just go,” she mutters as she grabs the blanket on the back of her couch, covering herself.
     “I planned on it. Nice meeting you, Evelyn,” I say with a cocky grin before grabbing my tie and walk to her door. “Come lock this door,” I say before I shut the door and make my way to the busy streets of Birmingham.

Everything was perfect in Kimberly Weston’s life until one tragic night. Kimberly makes one mistake that could end up making her lose everything she has worked so hard to achieve. It can strip her career away from her and the business she’s worked so hard to grow. When she finds out she’s being sued for that mistake she searches for the best lawyers Louisiana can offer. What she finds is something she never saw coming.
Jonathon Phillips and Emerson Stanley are the best lawyers in the state of Louisiana. Both are extremely wealthy and extremely secretive, until they meet Ms. Weston. What do you do when emotions get in the way of business? What happens when you don’t have the means for the help you need? For these three a relationship of passion will ensue, but will it keep Kimberly from getting barred?

Author Bio:
Paisley Walker is from a small town outside of Baton Rouge, Louisiana. She has been reading for years, and is a very avid reader. She loves loosing herself in a book, it's the best way to escape reality. She started writing because she wanted to offer people the same escapes she herself gets.


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Shopping for a Billionaire’s Fiancée by Julia Kent

Title: Shopping for a Billionaire’s Fiancee
Author: Julia Kent 
Series: Shopping for a Billionaire #6
Genres: Comedy, New Adult, Romance
Release Date: February 26, 2015
All of our best dates end up in the emergency room….

I planned the perfect proposal. Plenty of lobster, caviar, champagne and–her favorite–tiramisu. The perfect setting. The perfect woman. The perfect everything.

Dad gave me my late mother’s engagement ring, platinum and diamonds galore. Shannon wouldn’t care if I slid a giant hard-candy ring on her finger instead of a three-carat diamond designed to impress. But my future mother-in-law, Marie, will pass out when she sets eyes on that rock, which will give us two minutes of blessed silence. That woman talks more than Kim Kardashian flashes her naked backside on the internet.

I was going to make it perfect, from the color of the tablecloth to the freshness of the roses. And it was perfect.

Until Shannon swallowed the ring.

* * *

Shopping for a Billionaire’s Fiancée gives near-billionaire Declan McCormick the chance to tell his story in this continuation of the New York Times and USA Today bestselling Shopping for a Billionaire series.

     Shannon has no idea how many layers of beauty she has. And that’s exactly why she’s so exquisite.
     When I was sixteen, the year before my mother died, Mom took me and my little brother, Andrew, to New York City for a long weekend. Pulled us out of school over the objections of the headmaster at our academy. Mom didn’t care. We spent three nights at the Waldorf Astoria, skated at Rockefeller Center, had the best seats at the top Broadway musicals, and dined on the finest footlongs you could get for $3. Loaded with mustard and sauerkraut, plus a cream soda or two.
     (Do you have something against footlongs? Too bad. Two teenagers can only handle so much caviar and lobster.)
     What I remember most about that trip, and what Shannon reminds me of every moment I look at her, was our trip to the Museum of Modern Art. Mom insisted we go, and Andrew and I rolled our eyes like sets of dice at a craps table.
     And then.
     And then I got it, right there in front of a Vincent van Gogh masterpiece. In art history class we’d covered this painting in detail. We were taught the biography of Van Gogh, how he came to create the series of paintings, his motivation, and his flaws. We’d dissected the meaning so thoroughly that I felt like I could recreate the art by automation, our elite prep-school instruction clinical and impeccable.
     Standing in front of the painting, a few feet away, with my eyes trailing the curve of brush strokes, my mind taking in the nuance of color, my senses dazzled by the sheer essence of the whole, I halted.      Froze. Was completely in the painting’s spell.
     You can study something in the abstract. Know it’s real somewhere out there in the world, and understand intellectually that what you read in a book or what you’re told by someone else is true.
     You have to stand in front of it and have it stare back at you, though, to really know it.
     That’s how I feel when I look at Shannon. Every single time my eyes find her. Shannon’s smile is warm and sweet, yet better every time she flashes it at me. Her honey-colored hair shines in the sunlight but looks richer when it’s tangled, in bed, highlighted by the moon and messed by me. Those warm eyes see only me when we’re together. That luscious body craves my touch. My hands. My...all of it.
     When I’m with her, the world is more nuanced. Deeper. Authentic. Real.
     She’s a work of art, one of a kind. And one I get to hold next to my body, tuck away in my heart, and...grow old with.
     I have planned the perfect proposal. No footlongs and sauerkraut, unfortunately, but plenty of lobster, caviar, champagne and—her favorite—tiramisu. (What is it with women and tiramisu? It’s cream, cheese, sugar, cake and rum, not some magic potion that generates mouth orgasms. My Y chromosome scratches its head in confusion, but hey, if it’s her favorite...I give my woman what she wants.)
     Dad gave me Mom’s engagement ring, platinum and diamonds galore, a monstrosity he’d bought for her nearly four decades ago as his business took off. The ring is designed to impress. I doubt Shannon would care if I slid a giant hard-candy ring on her finger instead of a three-carat diamond.
     And, frankly, I don’t care, either. But the thought of my Shannon sharing such an important part of my mother’s life makes my chest swell. Only Shannon—and my mom—can do that. Only love can do that.
     Plus, Marie will pass out when she sets eyes on that rock, and that will give us two minutes of blessed silence. That woman talks more than Kim Kardashian flashes her naked ass on the internet.
     “It’s not as if your brothers are planning to tie themselves down to one woman any time soon, if ever,” Dad had said when he gave it to me. He’s about as sentimental as a pet rock. After having it resized to fit my future fiancée, it was ready to rest on yet another McCormick woman’s finger.
     It was going to be calculatedly perfect, down to the color of the tablecloth and the freshness of the roses.
     And it was perfect.
     Until Shannon swallowed the ring.

Top 10 Most Embarrassing Moments Caused by Your Future Mother-in-law
10. That time she banged a spoon against a wine glass to get you to kiss Shannon as you went out for your first business meeting.
9. When she invited you to the yoga class she taught and encouraged the old ladies to pinch your ass.
8. When she talked about her sex life.
7. When she talked about her sex life.
6. When she talked about her sex toys.
5. Where was I? I just bleached my brain....
4. The time she stormed into your father’s corporate offices and yelled at him for blaming you for your mom’s death. And then your future-father-in-law showed up. And then your dad and future father-in-law got into a brawl worthy of WWF Wrestling.
3. When she brought Shannon’s pet cat, Chuckles, to the mall when you were playing Santa and made the cat wear reindeer antlers.
2. That time she brought a camera crew to Shannon’s apartment and barged in on you making love, cameras rolling.
1. Come to think about it...every waking moment around her.

Q: Why a mystery shopper and a billionaire? Isn’t that an odd combination?
A: Yes! And that’s the point: you don’t think about someone who mystery shops for a living finding herself dating a high-powered billionaire. Most mystery shoppers go into stores and do customer service evaluations (in secret!) to make a little money and get free stuff. Billionaires are the opposite: their time is more valuable than anything else. It seemed like a neat combination, and one that would give me some great material to work with.

Q: Shannon struggles in the first book (Shopping for a Billionaire) with her feelings for her ex-boyfriend, Steve. Declan is full-on attracted to her, and has no problem putting Steve in his place when they meet. Why didn’t Shannon just dump Steve right away?
A: Shannon’s ex does NOT appear in Shopping for a Billionaire’s Fiancee (though he will appear in future books...spoiler!) because it took 670 pages in the first book to deal with that! Shannon is a deeply loyal person, but at the beginnning of the series she’s also insecure. She’s trying to figure out who she is in relation to other people -- and what she wants out of life. Navigating that road can be tough, but she does it so well. She admire’s how Declan just knows what he wants, and gets it.
At the same time, Declan really treasures the fact that Shannon is a deep feelers. She isn’t shallow like so many women he’s dated.

Q: You’ve turned a cat into a character. Chuckles the Cat is, um...evil personified. Tell us about Chuckles.
A: To be fair, we meet Chuckles in Shopping for  Billionaire when Shannon is petting him and her mother appears suddenly in the apartment. Shannon turns the poor cat into a weapon, flinging him at her mom. I’d plan mayhem and destruction is someone did that to me. :)
When I write Chuckles I imagine an evil little frustrated man is trapped inside him. Poor cat. Shannon’s mom makes him wear reindeer costumes for Christmas pictures, for goodness sake!
But Chuckles LOVES Declan. He’s a kindred spirit.

Q: Declan does the classic “slip the ring in a glass of Champagne” proposal, but...
A: It goes horribly wrong. The ring never ends up in the Champagne, but it -- whoops! SPOILER. Can’t tell the rest. Let’s just say Declan turns out to make mistakes, too. And he pays dearly for them.

Q: You used a lot of Twitter jokes in your Shopping for a Billionaire series. Will we see more Tweets in this book?
A: A few. Jessica Coffin (Steve’s girlfriend and Shannon’s nemesis) makes a brief reappearance that involves a particularly gross hashtag involving poor Shannon’s ring debacle.

Q: Are there more books planned in this series?
A: Oh, yes. Writing one as we speak. :)

Author Bio:
New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author Julia Kent writes romantic comedy with an edge, and new adult books that push contemporary boundaries. From billionaires to BBWs to rock stars, Julia finds a sensual, goofy joy in every book she writes, but unlike Trevor from Random Acts of Crazy, she has never kissed a chicken.


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