Thursday, June 4, 2015

A Saint's Salvation by Beverly Ovalle

Title: A Saint's Salvation
Author: Beverly Ovalle
Genre: Contemporary Military Romance
Release Date: February 10, 2015
Publisher: Secret Cravings Publishing
Cover Design: Dawne Dominique
Corporal Nicholas 'Saint' Santiago needs to go home to reclaim the man he used to be. To be the man he was before Operation Enduring Freedom slowly hardened his heart. He needs to reconnect to the values and the reasons he is doing what he does. Saint also needs to try to forget the courageous woman he knows was meant to be his.

Petty Officer Angelina Jones' life changed the moment Saint saved her life. She survived the blast but now has to deal with the fact that she will never be whole. Knowing Saint received a 'Dear John' letter, Angelina has no intention of being his rebound romance. She needs to be loved for herself. She needs to forget about the one man she knows was meant to be hers.

They each try to find someone to help them forget.

But what does fate have planned for them?

Nick quickly took advantage, pressing his hand deeper as he raised her up, her ass on his forearm. Angelina squirmed, rubbing against him. Nick bent and sucked a nipple into his mouth, teasing it through the silk. He slid a finger in and out of her heat, lightly rubbing her clit with his thumb. Angelina moaned and tightened around his finger. Pressing her close against him, Nick increased his thrusts. Nick bit her nipple and was rewarded with a cry as Angelina clamped down, drenching his hand as she came apart in his arms.

She placed her head against his shoulder, shivers running through her while her arms and legs tightened around him. Nick pulled his hand free from her warmth and licked his fingers clean, making smacking noises as he did.

“Pig.” It was so low Nick barely heard the comment. Nick chuckled as Angelina giggled in his arms.

“Did you want another glass of champagne?” Angelina shook her head and squirmed against him. Nick squeezed her to him, enjoying the feel of her, despite the tightness in his groin. “Are you ready for dinner? Or shall we just head straight to dessert?”

Fun Facts:
The name was changed less than two weeks before publication!
A Saint's Salvation was inspired by my son's tattoo
His tattoo says 'St. Nicholas' – the original name of my book
A Saint's Salvation took me eight months to write!
The name of A Saint's Salvation was my editor's suggestion
The teasers were made from photos from Afghanistan
The Marine in the teasers is my son
He only gave me permission to use his photo because he loves me
He only gave me permission if I cut off his head! LOL

Corporal Nicholas ‘Saint’ Santiago
Saint is serving in Afghanistan when his heart is broken over a ‘Dear John’ letter. Everything seems to get worse at that point. Normally a happy go lucky kind of guy he seems to have lost his optimistic view of life. The only thing that stirs his interest is ‘Doc’ a female medic assigned to the FOB. Not wanting anymore entanglements, he ignores her. He knows that he needs to go home to find the place he belongs and bring back the man he was.

Angelina ‘Doc’ Jones
She had the hots for Santiago but everyone knew he’d been dumped. Doc didn’t want to be the rebound. She joined and became a corpsman against her parent’s wishes, knowing just that she had to serve. When the grenade changed her life, she needed reassurance and someone to love her despite her disability.

What is the biggest influence/interest that brought you to this genre?
I’m former military, US Navy, so writing about the military is natural. My son is a Marine so I tend to gravitate toward that branch. Since they are both department of the Navy I know the jargon and I can ask my son or his friends any questions that come up.

When writing a book, what is your favorite part of the creative process(outline, plot, character names, editing, etc)? 
Writing The End! I’m always relieved that I actually finished it. I’m excited and not thinking about editing at that point.

When reading a book, what genre do you find most interesting/intriguing? 
I love paranormal. I read a ton of shifter stories.

If you could co-author with any author, past or present, who would you choose?
The one I’m working with, though it is taking us forever. Tamara Hoffa and I have been playing around with one for the last two years. We are HS friends so it has been fun sending it back and forth.

Have you always wanted to write or did it come to you ʺlater in lifeʺ?
I’ve dabbled my whole life. In high school I wanted to be a writer. However I never really tried to have anything published until I was almost half a century. My first one came out for my fiftieth birthday-almost! Edits took a bit longer than planned.

Author Bio:
Beverly Ovalle dabbled with writing on and off for years when her best friend finally dared her to submit a story to a writing contest. Beverly decided she had nothing to lose and since she’d always wanted to be an author sent it in and agonized for months waiting to hear back. Contract in hand she has never looked back.

Beverly has been obsessed with dragons and romance since she was a young girl, collecting dragon books and reading everything she could find on them even down to the care of real life dragons. She’s always been slightly panicked that the world as we know it will end, so has prepped for it, haunting survivalist pages and prepper projects she felt she needed in the event SHTF.

An avid fan of all romance, Beverly’s goal is to share her love of the written word and write the hot and erotic romances that she enjoys. She writes what she loves to read and it was only a matter of time before her obsessions crept into her writing for her to share. She hopes you enjoy her tales as much as she loves writing them.

A Navy Veteran, Beverly has traveled around the world and the United States enabling her to bring her settings to life, meeting and marrying her husband of twenty five years along the way for her own romance. Reading romances since the fourth grade she’s followed as the genre changed and spread into the vast cornucopia of romance offered today.



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My Best Friend's Bride by Ginny Baird

Title: My Best Friend's Bride
Author: Ginny Baird
Genre: Contemporary, Romantic Comedy
Release Date: June 9, 2015
Publisher: Winter Wedding Press
Cover Design: Dar Albert
From New York Times Bestselling Author GINNY BAIRD, a new laugh-out-loud romantic comedy...

Relationship expert Jillian Jamison is in a bind. While her first book was a successful bestseller, her second tome tanked. Now, her publisher wants a spin on the third book, Married Love: Keeping Those Home Fires Burning, that's up close and personal. With financial pressures mounting and sole responsibility for her aging grandfather, Jill feels forced into wedlock. But it's only for a year and she's devised a plan with her long-term friend. When Brad backs out, Jill fears she'll be left standing at the altar. Then Brad offers a solution: Jill can marry the one man on earth she despises...his handsome best friend.

Hunter Delany is a confirmed bachelor and that's how he likes it. When his best friend Brad approaches him with an unusual contract, he's determined to run for the hills, especially since the name on the paperwork is international celebrity Jillian Jamison, the woman who spurned him in high school. Hunter would rather do anything than spend twelve months of his life saddled with her. But he has a soft spot for Brad who's in a predicament, so Hunter agrees to consider Brad's proposal. When Hunter learns he's getting passed over for a job promotion, because the client only wants to work with those in a family way, this clinches the deal.

Hunter is "in" for as long as he can stand it. Jill is not thrilled with the arrangement either. But really, what choice does she have? Even if it has to look authentic on the outside, between her and Hunter it's just pretend. Besides, she reasons rationally, she's already got the dress...

Before Jill knew what was happening, he reached for her and clamped her against his chest in a big bear hug. His frame was rock solid and he smelled of musky cologne. Hunter’s arms wound around her securing her at the waist. “Sorry bud,” he whispered to Brad, “the press is watching.”

Jill stared up at him, her mind whirling. “Hunter! Just what are you doing?” She didn’t know why, but her knees felt weak and her mouth went dry. She was probably in a state of shock. It wasn’t like she recalled that old longing she’d held, when she’d hoped to be in Hunter’s arms, so many years ago. Then, she’d imagined him to be a different kind of guy…the sort who could really care for a girl, and sweep her off her feet with one kiss. Not that she’d let him try, especially after learning what sort of guy he really was. The type who was only in it for the moment, and wouldn’t have given her a second thought once she’d completely given him her heart. His dark eyes caught the sunlight as he dipped his chin toward hers.

“Making us public,” he said with a grin. At once, Jill felt transported in time and she was all of seventeen again, helplessly under Hunter’s spell. The next thing she knew, his mouth was on hers, all hot and heavy, his tongue sweeping in to taste hers. Jill sagged in his arms and he tightened his embrace. This was wrong. This is insane… But Jill found herself kissing him back, just a little at first—and then a lot. He felt so good and smelled so fine, she nearly forgot they were standing at the edge of a parking lot. Jill’s temperature spiked as her tennis racket crashed to the ground. Oh man, he was good. Better than good. Hunter’s skill was top-notch. Excellent. Why oh why, had she waited so long? Or perhaps it was good she’d waited, until the fruit of her desire had ripened to perfection. Was it Jill’s imagination, or was Hunter just as ravenous for her? Somehow her arms were around him, her wrists overlapping at the back of his neck. It was almost like she was enjoying this, wanting more of him... What? Hunter? Jill called herself up short and broke away, stepping back with a gasp. At least she hoped she was gasping and not panting. Whoa.

Hunter saucily cocked an eyebrow and spoke with a husky rasp.

“Can I take that to mean you missed me, too?”

Jillian (Jill) Jamison – The heroine from My Best Friend’s Bride, Jill Jamison, is a thirty-year-old relationship expert. She has shoulder-length brown hair and warm brown eyes with hints of honey around the irises. Jill’s first book, Love Like You Mean It, was an international bestseller. Her second tome, Long-term Love: Making It Last, tanked. Now, Jill’s under pressure to produce a third book, Married Love: Keeping Those Home Fires Burning, that’s up close and personal. The trouble is—though she’s experienced at giving others advice—Jill has never had luck in the boyfriend department herself. She has several ex-boyfriends, including Isaac who gave Jill her dog Fifi. Jill also has a Tom cat called Mimi. When hero Hunter hears about Fifi and Mimi, he refuses to live under the same roof with pets having such ridiculous sounding names. This makes Jill steamed, as does everything else Hunter says and does. When he unexpectedly lays a hot kiss on her while seeing her for the first time in twelve years, Jill’s absolutely furious! She’s also angry with herself for reacting so eagerly to Hunter’s advances. He’s the guy she’s hated since high school. Surely, a fake marriage will never fly with a dyed-in-the-wool womanizer like him! Forget that he’s more handsome than ever, and has that lop-sided smile that still makes her weak in the knees. And never mind that her deadline for marrying is only a few weeks away. Jill can’t imagine making things work with the type of cad she warns women about. Not Hunter Delaney! No way!

Hunter Delaney – Hero Hunter Delaney is also thirty and works for an advertising agency. He’s back in town after being away for more than a decade, during which he’s developed his skills on the job and failed at his numerous encounters with women. Hunter has his own reasons for guarding his heart, so emotionally he keeps females at bay. Ultimately, they become frustrated and walk out on him, just like Sabrina did when she almost clobbered him on the head with the three-inch high-heeled shoe she lobbed in his direction. Hunter has dark hair and eyes, a buff frame, and stands over six feet tall. He’s been Brad’s best friend since prep school, and has repeatedly come to Brad’s rescue by getting him out of trouble. This time is no different, except it involves that stuck-up brunette Jill Jamison, who was too good for Hunter in high school and now believes she’s better than the rest of the world. Okay, so Jill’s held up pretty well over the years and still has those pretty brown eyes Hunter mooned over as a teenager. But, deep down, she’s still an “ice princess” with that same chilly heart. At least, that’s what Hunter thinks until Jill’s fiery hello kiss has him believing she’s experienced a deep thaw…

Cassandra Evans – Cassandra Evans has been Jill’s nemesis since high school. For as long as Cassandra’s known Jill, Jill’s been a pain the neck, besting Cassandra again and again at every competition. Cassandra wanted to write novels, but instead she’s stuck working for a gossip magazine. And just look at Jill with her worldwide celebrity! Though Cassandra’s sneakily discovered that little-miss-prissy Jill isn’t always as successful as she claims to be. Cassandra takes pride in being the one who brought Jill’s second book down by publishing her exposé on the “fact behind the fiction” of Jill’s real dating life. Now, suddenly, looky here! Jill’s getting married! Not once, but twice! First, to her childhood friend Brad, which smelled fishy enough. Next, to famed womanizer Hunter Delaney, which stinks to high heaven! If anyone smells a rat, Cassandra does, and she’s extra good at getting to the bottom of things. Thank goodness she’s tall, blond and leggy, and has a way of influencing sources. She’s also got the wardrobe for tackling any undercover operation. A fact that comes in handy when she meets a nerdy—yet increasingly attractive—private investigator engaged in the same mission.

1. What is the biggest influence/interest that brought you to this genre?
I suppose I’m drawn to romance because I’m a huge sucker for happy endings. There are so many challenges in everyday life, it’s nice to come home to stories that leave me feeling hopeful and uplifted.

2. When writing a book, what is your favorite part of the creative process (outline, plot, character names, editing, etc)?
I adore being inside my characters’ heads and getting to know them better. Their unique personalities never fail to surprise and delight me. Each character remains a truly unique individual, no matter how many characters I’ve written. And, so far, I’ve created quite a few! LOL.

3. When reading a book, what genre do you find most interesting/intriguing?
I love reading a fun romantic comedy to relax, but interesting/intriguing? Hmm. I guess I’d say I’m pretty intrigued by pop psychology: relationship books on what makes people tick. One of my favorites was the nonfiction title by Deborah Tannen You Just Don’t Understand.

4. If you could co-author with any author, past or present, who would you choose?
Oh! I’d love to co-write with Agatha Christie. That would be so much fun.

5. Have you always wanted to write or did it come to you ʺlater in lifeʺ?
I developed the desire to write in high school, then later contributed some freelance articles to my college’s literary paper. As a young adult, I published occasional poetry and did a stint writing greeting cards, but I didn’t formally consider myself a writer until many years later when I signed my first book contract at age thirty-seven.

Author Bio:
NEW YORK TIMES and USA TODAY Bestselling Author Ginny Baird has published novels in print and online and received screenplay options from Hollywood for her family and romantic comedy scripts. She writes touching, often humorous, contemporary romance about single women facing everyday challenges. Known for featuring holidays and family themes in her work, Ginny frequently portrays the struggles of single parents or others who've given up on finding true love.

Ginny has two novella series, The Holiday Brides Series (holiday romance) and The Summer Grooms Series (summer romance), as well as additional single titles available. She is a NEW YORK TIMES and USA TODAY Bestselling Author, a Top 10 Best Seller on Kindle, NOOK and iBooks, and a #1 Best Seller in several Romance and Women's Fiction categories. Visit Ginny's website to learn more about her and her books.


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Love Always, Damien by D Nichole King

Title: Love Always, Damien
Author: D Nichole King
Series: Love Always #2
Genre: Contemporary, New Adult Romance
Release Date: May 26, 2015
Publisher: Limitless Publishing
They say time heals all wounds.

What a load of bull. It’s been four years, and Kate’s voice still echoes in my mind.

Every. Damn. Day.

I numb her memory when it taunts me. In college, I drown her out with booze and easy lays. I can’t do what she asked

I can’t let her go.

Not even when Lia shows up, freaking ripping what’s left of me to shreds. Caring about someone isn’t worth the deadness that follows after they’re gone. I didn’t ask for this. Didn’t ask for her.

And I sure as hell didn’t plan to miss her when she walked out of my front door.

Now, if I want to keep her, I have to straighten myself out and earn her. I can’t screw this up.

Because if I do, I’ll lose more than just Lia.

I’ll lose my life.

     “Damian, are you there?” I repeat since he hasn’t said anything. “It’s me, Ellie,” I say, because he won’t recognize my new Florida cell phone number. I wanted a fresh start when I left Iowa, and that included seven new digits with an 850 area code.
      A lot has changed in the last four years, and I wasn’t sure he’d remember my voice.
    “Uh, yeah. I’m here,” he finally says, and in the background, I hear the clunk of glass hitting a table.
     Inwardly, I cringe. I guess some things don’t change.
     Just hang up, Ellie. This is a stupid idea.
     I tuck my legs up under me, the wicker loveseat creaking. I should take my own advice, tell him this was a mistake, and figure something else out. Damian wasn’t the only reason I had to get away, but he was the biggest one.
     “How’ve you been, Elle?” he asks.
     He’s the only person who ever called me Elle. Liam started calling me Ellie when we began to date, but I was Elizabeth to everyone else. Even now, after all this time, a flood of chills sweeps up my spine as he says it.
     I swallow, giving myself a second to reply. “I’m doing okay. You?”
     Small talk is worthless. I should either end this call or get to the point. No use allowing these tiny ripples of emotion to make themselves at home in my stomach after I’ve worked so hard to keep them at bay. Destroying them by moving fifteen hundred miles away and immersing myself in my studies didn’t work, so this is the next best thing. Really, it’s all I can do to pretend they don’t exist. I can’t let them control me again.
     “Yeah, I’m good. I’m good,” he says without conviction.
     He’s not doing good. I can hear it in his voice. I also know the timing of this phone call sucks, but I won’t be in Iowa much longer, and I need to get this over with sooner rather than later. I’ve waited as long as I could, and now I’m cutting it super close.
     The problem is I’m still debating whether or not to go through with my plans. Unfortunately, I’ve run out of options, and Damian is my absolute last choice since my friend Kerri had a family emergency and flew home to Canada last week. My plane leaves in two days, and if I don’t have something lined up, I can kiss this spectacular opportunity goodbye. Great Barrier Reef projects of this magnitude don’t come along every day. I need this to complete my thesis.
     I only wish it hadn’t come down to asking Damian a favor. Of all things, that’s what I’m left with.
“Well, um, the reason I’m calling is that I’m in Iowa for a couple of days, and I was wondering if maybe we could…uh…meet up tomorrow morning?” I say against my better judgment. Then I hold my breath, half hoping he’ll tell me he never wants to see me again. Honestly, that would be best for both of us.
     “Tomorrow morning?” he repeats. “Yeah, sure. We can do that.”
     “Great. Um…”
     “I have a place up in Ames, close to campus. I can text you the address.”
     His place? I’d been hoping for somewhere a little more…public. But before I can suggest a change in venue, the flutters rippling under my skin make their way to my mouth. “Okay.”
     I’m a glutton for punishment. So stupid.
     We don’t have to stay at his house, though, right? I mean, when I arrive there tomorrow, I’ll suggest we go out for breakfast or something. The last thing I need is to be alone with him again. The last time I let my guard down with him…well, it’s the reason I’m meeting with him in the morning.
     I’ve got to get myself under control before then. I’m twenty-four years old now, for God’s sake. I can handle this.
     I straighten my back, sitting up taller for my own encouragement, and take a deep breath. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Damian.”
     “Bye, Elle.”
     Shit. That name again.
     “Bye,” I breathe out and hang up before my heart rate doubles again. I lift my head to the porch ceiling, and suddenly I regret the whole conversation. I’m such an idiot! I shouldn’t have called him.        I should have…I don’t know.
     I don’t have another choice unless I call my professor and say “Screw the trip.” If I did, I’d be out a ton of money that took me over a year to save up, but hell. Maybe that’s worth not having to face Damian.
     I mean, can he even handle it?
     I peer into the backyard of my childhood home. So much has changed, yet so much has stayed the same. The old swing set my dad built for me still sits in the exact same spot it has for twenty years. Unused for the bulk of those years until the other day.
     It’s nice to see my parents again in the flesh instead of over Skype. I haven’t been back since I left. Plane tickets are expensive, and between school, work, and everything else, I’ve never made the time to make it up. They did make it down to Florida once though, since I moved. Christmas, three years ago. Before Dad got too bad to travel.
     This isn’t how I had envisioned my life. These aren’t the plans Liam and I made. Not even close.
     As soon as we graduated from college, we were going to get married. Liam should be at Harvard Law right now while I teach kindergarteners how to read and write. Maybe we’d even be discussing when to start our own little family.
     I take a drink of lemonade and set it back on the end table as I shake off the life I was never meant to have. The life Liam took with him when he died.
     It’s been six years since I said goodbye to him. The first two after his death were the most difficult, but at least I had Damian to comfort me, numb me. And at first, that’s all our relationship had been about.
     Then…then something shifted. For me, anyway. I can’t pinpoint when it happened exactly, I just know that when Kate Browdy entered his life, it tore mine apart for the second time. I have nothing against Kate; I never even met her.
     But it was because of her I realized somewhere during those two years, I developed feelings for Damian. Feelings I tried hard to bury because they created a swell of guilt within me. I’d been Liam’s girlfriend, and now that he was gone, I was falling for his brother.
     So, as soon as I finished the semester at Drake, I transferred to Florida State. I had to get away. Away from Liam. From the guilt and from the man who didn’t love me back.
     And now, tomorrow morning, I have to ask that man a huge favor. A favor he knows absolutely nothing about, because I had to distance myself from him.
     I have my life on track now. I have a goal for my future, and it doesn’t include Damian Lowell.
     Hopefully, four years is enough time for my heart to forget how much I loved him.

Author Bio:
Born and raised in Iowa, d. Nichole King writes her stories close to home. There's nothing like small-town Midwest scenery to create the perfect backdrop for an amazing tale.

She wrote her first book in junior high and loved every second of it. However, she couldn't bring herself to share her passion with anyone. She packed it away until one day, with the encouragement of her husband, she sat down at the computer and began to type. Now, she can't stop.

When not writing, d. is usually curled up with a book, scrapbooking, or doing yet another load of laundry.

Along with her incredible husband, she lives in small-town Iowa with her four adorable children and their dog, Peaches.

"A reader lives a thousand lives before he dies. A man who never reads lives only one." --George R. R. Martin, A Dance with Dragons


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Excess Series by Angelica Chase

Titles: Opulence, Reverence, Hinderance
Author: Angelica Chase
Series: Excess #1-3
Genre: Erotic Romance

***If you are not a fan of cursing, erotic and extremely explicit sex, cheating,
immoral behavior, dysfunction or sexual scenarios that may make you feel
uncomfortable this is not the series for you. FILTHY EROTIC ROMANCE***

Opulence #1
When I was twenty-eight years old, I wrote my own winning lottery ticket. A simple idea thrust me onto the fast track to wealth, and into a world I had only ever dreamt about. I submerged myself in the unfamiliar, a life that seemed all too alluring … until it lost its appeal.

I made my fortune, built my castle, and then exiled myself within its comforts once reality set in.

Far too late, I discovered I was drowning in a sea of hungry sharks. Given the choice to sink or swim, I chose the latter … and it cost me everything.

Devin McIntyre, the most dangerous shark of them all, was the last nail in my naïve coffin. His beautiful smile and amazing cock tainted me in ways I could have never imagined.

I craved him. I needed him. I loved him.

Miserable with the outcome of my prosperity, I set out to change what disgusted me most—the first decision being to rid myself of Devin. Little did I know that taking that first step would make me a slave to a man far more tempting … or that my addiction to Devin would threaten to ruin it all.

Reverence #2
I was a prick, but I never hurt anyone that didn’t deserve it.
Well … until Nina.

I was a very smart man who made a very bad decision, but the mistakes I was paying for were not just my own.

My behavior toward her, no matter how unforgivable, had always been about protecting her—from me, from my wife, and from the long line of mistakes I would never be able to rectify.

Nina was finally done with me, and I knew it was for the best. I could finally keep her safe from depraved people like me. I needed her as far removed from the situation as possible. I tried to force myself to be content with her decision to move on … until I found out whom she was moving on with.

My unyielding love for a corrupt man might have cost me the affection of someone worthy.
With Aiden, I had finally discovered a version of myself I could tolerate; then he dropped a one word bomb that ruined my new sense of self. Instead of listening to my voice of reason, I blocked it out, until it became a scream that refused to be ignored.
Now, I would give anything to quiet that voice.

Hinderance #3
Storms are a funny thing. Most people ignore the warning signs: a strong gust of wind, a lightning strike on the horizon, the distant rumble of thunder. 

My head and heart had been at odds for the last two years because of Devin McIntyre, and my relationship with Aiden had only complicated matters. Still, I craved both men. Just when I thought the decision was taken from me, a choice between the two became inevitable. The two men I had attached myself to emotionally and physically had already told me everything I needed to know. 

Although the dark clouds were gathering overhead, I ignored the lightning, played deaf to the thunder, and let the tempest push me toward them both. I ended up in a whirlwind of secrets, a vortex of deception and depravity I never imagined possible. I was drowning again, but this time … this time I would be ready. 

Or so I thought. 

Nothing could have prepared me for the coming storm. 

Opulence #1
“Fucking ride it,” he ordered, digging his fingers into my hips. I took in his lusty gaze as he eyed my bouncing chest. His wavy, dark brown hair glistened with a small amount of moisture from his exertion, sweat trickling down the front of his tuxedo shirt. His dilated pupils were a far cry from the dark blue depths that normally mirrored a stormy deep sea. He licked his full bottom lip as he thrust up hard, making me scream out.

  “This is what you wanted,” he chided as he battered me with his cock, pounding it in from underneath me as I whimpered through the intensity of his thrusts. He made use of the leather chair he sat on, using the firm cushion to piston his hips upward and bury his length inside of me. He was beyond a skilled lover, and when Devin wanted to punish you, you damn sure knew it. Feeling him on the brink, I moaned in protest as he pulled out quickly and ordered me to my knees. “Suck me off.” Kneeling in front of him now, I looked up to see him eye me expectantly. Without waiting for me to fully open my mouth, he pushed to the back of my throat as he came in hot spurts, and I choked it down willingly. “So fucking dirty,” he murmured, massaging up and down my throat with his fingertips as his pumping slowed. He pulled out, rubbing the last drop over my lips. “Every drop,” he demanded, pushing his tip back slightly inside my mouth, forcing me to take the last of it in. “Nothing better than you, Nina,” he whispered sweetly, though the words were anything but. The truth was, I hated this beautiful man. I hated that I wanted him so desperately. At one time, he’d meant everything to me. Now I longed for the day I could break free, but I craved him like a drug.

I fed his need for dominance; he fed my inner whore.


Opulence #1

Reverence #2

Hinderance #3

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Cover Reveal: Faith by Amy-Beth

Title: Faith
Author: Amy-Beth
Series: Mistaken
Genre: Adult
Release Date: July 18, 2015

Two brothers have fought with every fibre of there being to rescue the girls of their dreams. For every up they’ve faced…resulted in an epic downfall waiting to happen. Just when they thought everything was going swimmingly, another twist was thrown into the making.

However now is the time to pull together, the boys are getting ready to plan the biggest day of their entire lives. With the help of little Mia can both Bailey and Wyatt pull off the biggest job they have ever encountered?

Will everything go to plan? Or will someone from their past show up and ruin it all?

You’ve got to have Faith....right?

Author Bio:
Amy Beth is the Author of the Dark Erotica Mistaken Series and Christmas with the Dragon. Living in her home town of Wigan, UK, Amy balances work, family and writing everyday whilst still finding the time to read and help anyone she can out.


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Release Day Blitz: Double Tap by Lani Lynn Vale

Title: Double Tap
Author: Lani Lynn Vale
Series: Code-11 SWAT #2
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release Date: June 4, 2015
Nico met the love of his life when he was seventeen.

Immediately, he realizes that the gap in their ages is too significant to make a move on her until she’s legal in the eyes of the law. So he joins the United States Navy, killing time until he can come home to her again.

But a tragedy strikes while Georgia is alone and vulnerable, and with no other recourse, Georgia leaves, disappearing without a trace.

After months of searching, he finds her, but quickly realizes that she needs the time to herself to work out her problems on her own.

So he leaves her be, knowing that if she ever felt anything for him, she’d come back home to him.

But it takes her years to return, and in those years, Nico changes, too.

He’s seen too much. Done too much. Lost too much.

He lives his life as a SWAT officer for KPD, goes through the motions of everyday life, but only as half a man. And not even the good half. The US military saw to that.

When the two finally come back together, one question remains. Will she love him as the man he is now, or leave him because he’s not the same man he used to be?

     “Hey, this is Nico.  I wanted to see if you could come clean my house later this week.  I’ve got a bit of a mess going on right now, and you know how I am.  Let me know when you can do it.  Thanks, bye,” I said to Candice’s voicemail.
     I hung up and glared at my still dirty floors.
     That was the third time I’d called her in three days.
     “At least it wasn’t the thirty fifth like someone I know,” I snarled as I threw down my phone and went outside.
     Feeling the need for an exhausting workout, I went outside and gathered up my axe and wedge, then took them to the large pile of wood I’d stacked in a heap at the corner of the house.
     A tree had fallen a couple of weeks ago during a storm, and I’d cut it up with my chainsaw, leaving the large chunks to cut up for fire wood at a later date.
     I’d been doing it nearly an hour when I heard wheels crunch on the gravel road that led up to my driveway.
     I didn’t turn around.
     I knew whom it was as soon as I heard the engine whine.
     So the little coward had decided to finally show after three fucking days.
     Imagine that.
     I felt her stare, but I never stopped chopping the wood.
     Set the wood up on the stump.  Swing back.  Strike hard and fast.
     I repeated it over and over, waiting on her to say something.
     It took her a long time.
     I counted thirty five pieces before she finally spoke.
     “I’m mad at you,” she said softly.
     She was crying.
     I hated when she cried.
     I didn’t stop, however.
     I just kept going, waiting for what she had to say next.  The only outward sign that I was listening was the bunch of my shoulders.
     “You should’ve told me about her suicide the night she did it,” she said tearfully.
     I whirled on her.  “Is that right?  And how exactly did you expect me to do that?  I fucking called you seventeen times that night, and left you at least a fuckin’ million text messages.  I know how to take a fucking hint.”
     Her eyes widened at the vehemence in my voice, and she took a step away.
     I was on a fucking roll, though, and really let her have it.
     “All you had to do was be understanding.  If you can’t handle this, what makes you think you can handle it when I have to take down a goddamned kid because he pointed a gun at his big sister?”  I asked irately.
     I walked past her, going inside to the kitchen to grab a drink.
     She followed.
     I heard her stomping feet behind me as I walked up to the fridge and pulled out a bottle of water, twisting the cap off viciously.
     “I don’t like it when you’re right.  It makes me mad when I have to admit that I’m wrong.  I know I was wrong, but you were wrong, too,” she snarled.
     I looked at her incredulously.  “You’re so full of shit.  You piss me the fuck off.”
     She crossed her arms.  “Well, maybe if I’m so full of shit, and I piss you off so fuckin’ much, we shouldn’t be together.”
     I shook my head at her and gave her a droll look.
     “We fight.  We yell.  You throw shit and I glare at you.  That’s just how we are.  We don’t have the type of relationship where it’s all hearts and goddamned flowers.  We have the type of relationship that’s real.  We fight hard, and make up harder.  And you need to get over your fucking snit, because I’m so fucking hot for you that I might not be nice when you really need it,” I growled in Georgia’s face.
     She tried to push me away from where I was pinning her to the wall, but she didn’t get me far.  In fact, it was only the barest of millimeters, and that was only because I didn’t want her to hurt herself when she slammed her wrists against my chest.
     “I fucking love you, Georgia.  Get the fuck over it,” I yelled.

Author Bio:
I’m a married mother of three. My kids are all under 5, so I can assure you that they are a handful. I’ve been with my paramedic husband now for ten years, and we’ve produced three offspring that are nothing like us. I live in the greatest state in the world, Texas.


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