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Title: Heartbreak
Author: Skye Warren
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: April 21, 2016



Blurb

Some wounds never heal...

She's stuck in another foster home. He's the new boy with a bad reputation.

Falling in love in the wrong place and the wrong time never felt so good.

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NOTE: This novella is a prequel to the full-length standalone novel BETTER WHEN IT HURTS from New York Times bestselling author Skye Warren available now.







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Skye Warren is the New York Times bestselling author of dark romance such as Wanderlust and Prisoner. Praised as a “true mistress of dark erotica”, her books have been featured in Jezebel, Buzzfeed, USA Today Happily Ever After, Glamour, and Elle Magazine. She makes her home in Texas with her loving family, four dogs, and one evil cat.



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Title: SEEK
Series: The Black Letters Series Part Two
Author: Brooke Page
Genre: Romantic Suspense 
Release Date: April 14, 2016



Blurb

We were colliding at full force. Blending our deepest and darkest fears into something beautiful.

But now she’s gone.

Vanished.

And I’m left surrounded by the letters that haunted her. Letters that now haunt me.

Panic consumes me.

I will find her. Then demolish him.

Before it’s too late.








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She was light in my arms, her head lolled over my bicep as I carried her with quick strides to the elevator. The metal rod I’d hit her with caused a knot to rise on the side of her head instantly. I crinkled my brows as I stared down at her beautiful face and the wave of her soft caramel hair, trying to reign in my anger.

The way she looked at him, cried for him, let his blood cover her…

It was too much.

She loved that man, but I was the only one allowed to have her heart.

Shoving the knife in his side, twisting it deeper while watching his eyes widen with fear was exhilarating, the best revenge I could get. The last kick to his temple to shut him up after I hit Jamie over the head had sealed the deal. He might have made it if he could have kept his mouth shut, but I doubted it. Watching the blood drain from his lifeless body after pounding him with my fist in the face felt too amazing.

That face kissed my woman. Probably in too many places. He had to die.

Count to ten.

Blowing air out, I’m brought back to the now, running through all the small details in my head. Jamie’s knocked out cold, but I couldn’t rely on that. She needed to be unconscious until we got home.

To our home.

I smiled as I gazed at her features, guilt filling me for not going with the original plan. The syringe was in my pocket, but as usual, my emotions had gotten the best of me.

Nathan Conklin.

He was always too close to her. Opening her door, setting his hand on the small of her back, staying at her place. I almost pulled out my 22 Glock from my holster hidden under my hoodie and shot the pretty boy right then and there.

When I first caught sight of her spending time with him, I thought they were merely work associates, but soon his car had been parked at the ramp of her condo to often.

Then one night the two of them were coming home from a night out, wrapped in each others arms. The dreamy look in her eyes as she pouted her lips, begging for him to kiss her, the red point of her heel rising as his arm snaked behind her back.

Red. I fucking hate that color.

My mother always wore red, and the deep hue made me grind my teeth.

Jamie knew I hated that color, but she never followed my rules.

Just like my mother.

And grandmother.

And grandfather.

But they weren’t an issue anymore.

Now I had Jamie. She was going to be mine for as long as we both lived, a promise I was planning to keep.

The rain poured down as I shoved the back fire exit door open with my shoulder, quickly finding my car. Using the window to help prop Jamie up, I opened the rear driver side door, then slid her inside as carefully as I could.

“We’re going to be so happy,” I whispered, running my hand through her hair and gently brushing the large egg on her head as I stroked her tender locks.

Slamming the door shut and clicking the lock button, I took one final glance around the back alley behind the Plaza Towers. No way my plan could be compromised, not at this point. I had too many situations, too many theories and reasons for my life to finally fall into place.

For our life to fall into place.

Water dripped from my hood as I moved to the outskirts of the alley, stepping one heavy boot one after the other. There was a piece of my plan, standing underneath an awning and rubbing her shoulders for warmth. A frown crossed my face as I walked faster to approach her.

“Why isn’t your hair down?” I hissed.

Her eye-roll peeved me, but I let it slide. I didn’t have much time. Pulling a car key from my pocket, I asked, “Did you get everything I sent?”

She nodded as she let the caramel tendrils of hair out of her ponytail. Worry filled her scowl. “When will I see you again?”

“I’m not sure. Did you understand the instructions?”

Her scowl deepened. “I’m not incompetent.”

She had that attitude that made me wild, just like my love in the back seat of my car. “I know. Now go.”

“But when will I see--”

“Shh. A man will meet you at the border. I’ll contact you as soon as I can.” She reached for me, but I grabbed her wrists before she could wrap them around my waist. “Go. There isn’t much time.” Her lip quivered slightly from the unknown, but softened once I stroked her cheek.

Her eyes longed for me as they gazed at my lips, but I took a step back, giving us some distance. Kissing her goodbye wasn’t part of the plan. She’d already touched me too many times. This body was Jamie’s now, not hers.

“Now go,” I commanded while stepping away. Her head dipped low as she crossed the street in the pouring rain to Jamie’s car, pointing the keys to unlock it. Once she was safely in the car and off in the right direction, I ran back down the alley to Jamie.

The car door creaked as I slid inside, followed by a loud boom of thunder. I checked my rearview mirror to see Jamie was still out. I’d have to sedate her when we got home. She didn’t need to be in pain from my fucked up judgment with the metal rod any longer than she had to be. Besides, I’d need a few more hours for everything to fall into place.

The tires squealed as I spun out of sight, leaving no traces of our whereabouts. I was an invisible man, and now Jamie was going to be my invisible woman.




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Brooke Page is a contemporary romance author who loves writing romantic suspense novels that will lead her readers through twists and turns with each page. She wants her readers to feel like they are a part of the thrill, making their hearts race from not only passion but also the intensity of the story. Brooke has a craft for weaving steam and mystery, giving her readers a story they won't forget.



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Title: Play Fair
Series: The Devil's Share #3
Author: L.P. Maxa
Publisher: Boroughs Publishing Group
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: April 21, 2016



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Guitarist of the world-famous rock band The Devil’s Share, no one would expect Jackson Cole to have a best friend who’s a girl, but his relationship with Bryan Lawson is too special to endanger with sex…until a different girl—the waifish nine-year-old who claims he’s her father—makes Jacks realize all that truly matters.

WILD. RECKLESS. IRRESPONSIBLE. A FATHER?

Jackson Cole has been called many things: immature, irresponsible, sexy as hell. But one thing he’s never been called is “Dad”—until Child Services shows up on his doorstep with a waifish nine-year-old claiming he’s the father. What’s a rock star to do? Call your best friend, who just happens to be super hot, funny, and even more commitment-phobic than you, and beg her to help. Of course, now that his friend is living in the same house, Jacks is finding it harder and harder to keep his hands to himself.

Bryan Lawson never expected to become pals with a charming, hilarious, breathtakingly handsome rock star, but after they met backstage at one of Jacks’s concerts, she couldn’t stop texting him. He’s just the sort of person she could imagine being with forever, except that, try as she might, she’s never managed to stay interested in a relationship for more than three months. Now that Jacks is a dad, the stakes are much higher. A breakup wouldn’t just ruin their friendship, it would destroy a little girl who’s just learning to love. But maybe also the game has changed.

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When I got home I headed upstairs with the intention of checking on Landry and then heading to bed. I didn’t want to wake Bryan, and I didn’t want to look too closely at the way I’d booked it out of that club. As I reached the top of the stairs I head Bryan’s voice and Landry’s giggles. I glanced down at my watch; it was after midnight at this point. I poked my head into her room. “Hello my beautiful girls. What are y’all still doing up?”

They both smiled when they saw me, and I ignored the way my heart leapt. “You’re home.” Bryan said it like a statement. Not a question.

I grinned. “Yeah. Turns out I rather be here.”

She held up a large hardbound book. “Landry asked me to read to her and we both kind of lost track of time.” Bryan closed the book and put it on the nightstand. “It’s late sweet girl, we’ll read more tomorrow.”

I walked across the room, leaning down to kiss Landry’s forehead. “Good night, Buttercup.”

“’Night, Jacks.”

We both headed across the hall to my room and collapsed on my bed, staring at the ceiling.

Bryan lightly slapped my thigh. “You can go meet back up with Luke, if you want. She’ll be asleep as soon as her head hits the pillow. No worries here, if that’s what you came home for.”

“Nah, I’m right where I want to be.” And that was the God’s honest truth.

She was quiet for a few minutes, the only sound in the room was us breathing, each struggling with the right words. Finally she moved to face me, I automatically did the same. “Good. I’m pretty happy where I am right now too.”

She was so damn pretty. I could get lost in those blue eyes of hers. I fought the urge to kiss her plump pink lips. Friends don’t kiss. And we were just friends. Maybe if I said just friends in my head enough times I’d start to believe it. “Want to watch a movie?” I didn’t want her to leave me.

She grinned, a wicked glint in her beautiful eyes. “I have a better idea.”

I shifted closer to her on the bed, playing along. “Oh yeah?”

She bit her bottom lip, nodding.

My dick strained against my zipper. He was still pissed that I’d denied him earlier, not turned on by Bryan’s flirty banter. “What did you have in mind, baby doll?”

She rolled over and grabbed a hot pink bag from the floor beside my bed. “I bought us a present today…”

I shifted onto my stomach, taking the bag from her hands and hiding my massive hard on. I pulled out the tissue paper, tossing it over my shoulder. “What?! You got Zombies 5? I didn’t even know this was out yet!”

She giggled, putting her hand over my mouth. “Shhh…you’re going to wake up Landry and this game is definitely not suitable for children.” She sat up. “I’ll go get ready for bed in Luke’s bathroom.” She paused on her way out the door. “Change clothes. You smell like sex and whiskey.”

“B…I couldn’t, I mean, I didn’t…uh, nothing happened.”

She shook her head, “Jacks, it’s none of my business. I just rather not, um, just shower, okay?”

I nodded. My heart was racing; the distress I felt at her thinking I’d been with someone else was unwelcome. And it was freaking me the fuck out. I was pacing around my room. Why did it matter so much? Why did her thinking that bother me? Probably the same damn reason I’d run out of that club like it was on fucking fire.

Because I was falling for my best friend.



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L.P. Maxa lives in Austin Texas with her husband, daughter, 3 rescue dogs, 1 stray cat, and 1 fish that keeps dying that she keeps replacing so her toddler doesn't notice. L.P. loves reading Romance novels as much as she loves writing them. She says that inspiration can come from anywhere; a song lyric, a quote, a weekend with friends. The tiniest things spark amazing stories.



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Title: Limits of Destiny Volume One
Series: Limits of Destiny #1
Author: Sharlyn G. Branson
Genre: Erotic Romance
Release Date: July 10, 2015



Blurb

Alexia Welson is very beautiful and men do not fail to notice. Still, she feels unhappy and depressed because she’s never managed to fall in love.

But this quickly changes. At a birthday party, she meets the most eligible bachelor in Switzerland - the young and incredibly ambitious multimillionaire Alexander Kraftberg. 

Despite her friend’s warnings against getting involved with him due to his notoriety as a big womanizer, the two begin a love affair full of great passion and powerful sexual attraction.

However, their future is threatened by Alexander’s depraved and dark past.

Upon finding out about his lifestyle, Alexia is shocked. She begins to feel torn and terribly insecure…

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I felt someone’s hand grab me by the waist, while another pushed Ralph away from me.

“The lady’s taken,” hissed Alexander in his face.

I stood there watching him as if struck by lightning.

What the hell is he doing here? Has he been following me? How dare he treat me as if I was his property after everything he did, or to be more precise, did not do; namely, he made no attempt to contact me andstood me up. I became so furious my blood felt like it was boiling.

Ralph jumped in front of him and grabbed him by the shirt. I quickly got up from my chair and stood between them. “For God’s sake, don’t make a scene in front of everyone.”

They both stared at each other like beasts. Ralph was holding one of my elbows, Alexander the other.

“Get lost,” shouted Ralph through gritted teeth.

“You’re the one who should clear out of here,” Alexander replied in a seemingly calm voice, but I knew he was furious on the inside.

“I’m done with you both. I’m going home. Have a row, have a fight —whatever. I don’t care.”

I took my handbag and quickly headed toward the exit. I was just approaching the stairs for the second floor when someone lifted me off the ground, threw me over their shoulder, and carried me up the stairs. I

squealed in surprise but quickly regained my composure. From the position in which I found myself — that is hanging upside down like a slaughtered chicken — I managed to recognize Alexander and became even more infuriated.

What the hell did he think he was doing with me?

When we got to the second floor, he put me down and let me stand on my feet and then pushed me against the wall.

“You have no right to treat me this way,” I hissed at him and tried to push him away, but it was in vain.

Alexander leaned in and kissed me strongly, insistently, passionately. I pushed my lips together to keep his tongue out of my mouth, but he held my chin and pulled it down. His tongue quickly found mine and overcame it. He started to explore every inch of my mouth, twisting his tongue skillfully while also touching

me down there and… Oh, heavens… I felt his warm breath, taste, scent, the powerful muscles of his body pressed against mine, and a huge wave of yearned- for pleasure engulfed me. Grabbing his hair, I kissed him back. I put all my pain in that kiss but all my love too.

I had no idea how long we’d been kissing; at the end, when we were both completely breathless, he broke off the kiss, but his palms were still on my face.

“Just tell me you don’t want him. Please, baby.” His sapphire eyes stared at me pleadingly.

“Stop. Don’t treat me like this. You have no right to play with my feelings.” I looked up in despair, trying to stop the flood of tears.

“I’m sorry I didn’t call you.”

“It’s all over between us, Alexander… If there ever was anything at all,” I whispered.

“It’ll never be over. Never,” he murmured, his thumbs caressing my cheekbones.

I closed my eyes. His proximity suffocated me. God, how irresistible he was, and that scent of his… I took several deep gulps of air, which filled my lungs, and it was as if each pore on my skin had absorbed some of his musk. I needed his touch. I needed to feel his lips, his hands, to hear his voice. I needed him. Period. But the pain in my soul was too great.

I looked at him angrily. “Stop.”

“Please, Alexia. Hear me out.”

“You had more than enough time to have your say, to call me or to send me a message. Yet you didn’t. You just want to fuck me again; that’s all you want from me.” My voice shook and faded.

“I’m sorry, baby. Forgive me, but—”

“And enough with this ‘baby.’ I’m not your baby,” I snapped, and he let go of me, recoiling as if I’d slapped him.

“You want him? The one who was trying it on with you at the bar.” He was looking at me tensely, his eyes burning through me. It was as if sparks were flying out of them. He was absolutely livid.

“He’s also in the past.”

“What do you mean?”

“He’s an ex. I don’t want to be with him. I can’t. It’s not fair to him.” I sighed and looked to the side. Thank God there weren’t many people around. A few couples were snuggled up to each other in the booths, but they were necking and not paying us any attention.

Alexander nervously ran his fingers through his hair. “Because he loves you and you don’t love him back. Is that it?”

“Yes, he deserves a woman who feels the same.”

“I want us to talk for a while.” He grabbed my elbow.

“And I want to go home. I’m tired.”

“You must hear me out.” His voice sounded commanding.

“Must I?” I replied mockingly.

“Yes, and you will, goddammit!” he said and nervously ran his fingers through his hair again.

“Well, I won’t.” I only just managed to keep myself from crying, but at the moment, the rage inside me was prevailing and holding down my tears. “Go and find yourself some pathetic girl who will be grateful for the few scraps you throw at her. Someone who will agree with everything you say and will just reply, ‘Yes, dear.

Of course, dear.’ And you will be able to control her and lord over her with all your might. But know this, Alexander, I am not that woman.” I pulled away from him and started to walk toward the stairs.

I heard him say, “We’re not done yet,” while I was walking down to the lower floor.





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Sharlyn G. Branson is happily married and mother of a lovely boy. She is addicted to coffee and dark chocolate. She believes erotic novels could save a lot of marriages and improve sexual life of many people. Branson reads various genres, but adores erotic romance. She loves to write all kinds of love stories.



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Author - Chelle Bliss

Title - Top Bottom Switch

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Release Date - June 28, 2016

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Ret North knows exactly who he is—a Dominant male with an insatiable sexual appetite. He’s always been a top, searching for his bottom…until a notorious switch catches his eye.

Alese Kane has grown tired of her usual partners. She’s been watching Ret for months, wanting to run her tongue along his hard muscles. But his need for total control stops her.

Ret worries that a relationship with Alese would be impossible, but his giant ego and even larger cock tell him otherwise. Unable to deny his attraction to her any longer, Ret convinces Alese to submit to him.

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I can almost smell her arousal from across the booth, and my mouth waters from the scent. “Lucky bastard,” I whisper so quietly that only I can hear over the music in the background.

Stella’s body starts to tremble, her creamy skin glistening under the lights. Her breathing changes and she lets out a small moan.

Misha’s hand stops and he whispers in her ear. She nods before his hands start to move again under the table. “Open your eyes, Stella. I want Master Ret to watch you fall apart in my lap.”

Her head slowly moves off his shoulder and her eyes flutter open.

I swallow, my mouth suddenly dry when our eyes meet. Without breaking eye contact, and with my hand still holding my hardened cock, I pick up the scotch and watch over the rim. I try to quell the thirst, but it doesn’t work.

I don’t need a drink. I need a submissive.


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Title: Until Now (Not Yet #2)
Author: Laura Ward
Release Date: May 23, 2016
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Focus.
 
Dean Goldsmith is Indiana University’s star quarterback, and his dreams are about to come true. His undefeated season means he has a legitimate shot at the NFL. If he stays focused. Football comes first.
 
College senior, Grace Yeates, is determined to defy the odds. She is months away from graduating with a business degree, something no one thought she would be able to pull off. All she has to do is focus on her number one priority. Family comes first.
 
Distraction.
 
Dean has no time for distractions, but when a gorgeous, snarky, redheaded waitress refuses to tell him her name, he can’t seem to focus on anything else.
 
Grace knows she can’t let herself get caught up in a guy, particularly a man-whore like Dean, no matter how charming or sexy. She has two hearts to look out for now and no room for a Dean-sized distraction.
 
Complications.
 
Everyone in Dean’s life agrees that Grace is the kind of complication his career doesn’t need.
 
Grace knows that Dean is the kind of risk her heart shouldn’t want.
 
But what if the last person you think you need, the one you shouldn’t want, becomes the one you can’t live without? Can their biggest distraction actually be the focus they were missing all along?
 
 
 
I stood up and moved behind him. The heat from his body warmed mine, even without touching. His smell was fresh and clean with only a hint of cologne. “Am I?” My voice was whisper soft, and he turned around; one step closer and our bodies would touch. I willed him to take that step. “A game to you? Is that what this is? You said it’s not pity or worry, so what is it?”
 
He took that step, his hand reaching to cup my jaw. My body tingled, charged with the nearness of him. “Attraction, Red. Not a game. Not pity. I don’t feel bad for you. You’re one of the toughest people I know. I want to know more. I want to be near you.”
 
I whimpered.
 
As soon as the noise escaped from my lips, I closed my eyes. Shut up, Grace. So much time had passed since I’d allowed a man to get close enough to truly want me. I nearly forgot the power behind that sentiment. 
 
My knees weakened, and I trembled. His hand remained on my face, and when he felt me tremble, heard my whimper, registered that my eyes were closed— he reacted.
 
I didn’t see his lips come closer to mine, but I knew it was happening. Every other sense was magnified. I heard the sound of his breathing increase in speed. The smell of his cologne became intoxicating, and I felt the warmth of his chest as it pressed against me when he pulled me closer. Then his lips found mine, and he held them there, almost as if he was asking permission. My eyes fluttered open and I shifted, fisting his shirt in my hands, holding him to me.
 
I opened my mouth, and our tongues met, sliding together, exploring and tasting. I released his shirt and brought my hands up and around his neck. A moan erupted, and it took a few seconds before I realized it came from me. Dean groaned in answer, running his hands down my sides and along my back.
 
Neither of us would break the kiss. We moved, Dean pulling on my lower lip, biting gently. I ran my tongue along the edge of his lips, teasing and coaxing them back open. Then our mouths were fused together. The kiss became desperate. We communicated words we had never spoken to the other through that kiss. This was real. This was different. I knew enough from what I was feeling to be scared, but I was still not willing to stop. I held myself back from climbing his body, the ache inside me growing like a wildfire.
 
“Grace,” Dean pulled back, resting his forehead against mine as he gasped for air. “You feel that, right? It’s not just me?”
 
I laughed softly, kissing the corner of his mouth. “I feel it.”
 
He placed his hands on my hips, shifting me so he could look into my eyes. His blue eyes sparkled, and something inside me melted. “Let me get to know you. Let me in.”
 
He already was in he just didn’t know it. “Yes. I want to know you, too.”
 
His lips tilted up, and he kissed my lips softly. “Lock up behind me, Red.”
 
And he was gone. Out the door and into the night, but slowly making his way into my heart. 
 
 
 
Not Yet (#1) – Released July 28, 2014
 
Emma Harris is learning that life is just a series of lessons. 

Lesson #1: Nothing goes the way you plan.
Lesson #2: You can’t trust men. Especially not the pretty ones.
Lesson #3: Turns out, appearances are almost always deceiving.

Emma thinks she has life all figured out, and what she knows isn’t good. For years, she’s put her big sister, who was born with Down syndrome, first. Now Emma’s ready to start her own life, but fate has other plans. To do the right thing for the sister she loves, Emma’s dreams will just have to wait.

She doesn’t plan on meeting Landon — a rich, flirtatious jock, who never has to wait for anything. Not for attention, not for money, and certainly not for girls. Meeting Emma marks the first time in his life that he’s had to fight for something. And Landon doesn't know how to lose.

Emma has no interest in wasting her summer with a superficial guy like Landon. But very soon she realizes she is wrong about him. The question is, can she trust him? Or will he let her down like every other guy in her life? But most importantly, can Emma trust herself enough to live the life she's always dreamed of?

Life has a way of sneaking in the most important lessons when you aren't looking. And once the heart gets involved, that's when the real learning begins.

*** This book is intended for mature audiences. 18 and over!
 
 
 
 
 
Laura Ward lives in Maryland with her loud and very loving three children and husband. She married her college sweetheart and is endlessly grateful for the support he has given her through all their years together, and especially toward her goal of writing books. When not changing diapers, driving to lacrosse practice, or checking spelling homework, Laura is writing or reading romance novels.
 
Laura has written three novels so far, the new-adult novel Not Yet and the contemporary romance novel Past Heaven. Her third novel, co-written with author Christine Manzari, The Pledge, was released July 25, 2015.