Thursday, November 6, 2014

GGR DN Simmons Desires Unleashed Book Blog Tour & Giveaway!


Thank you for stopping  by today. I'm hosting D.N. Simmons' Desires Unleashed Book Blog Tour & Giveaway presented by GGR PromoGroup.


Hello Lovely People, 

My name is Warren Davis, and I'm one of the characters from the Knights of the Darkness Chronicles.  D.N. ask me to stop by and do a series introduction to all of you here on this cool-ass blog, so here I am. Where can I start? Well, how about this, if you love vampires and shape-shifters and you think you've read all of the great fiction out there pertaining to the two, you simply must check out the Knights of the Darkness Chronicles. It's going to blow your mind. 

Now, don't think I'm just pushing the series because I'm a character and I like the attention I get when readers gush over me. It's not that. I truly want to expose this series because it's freaking awesome. The things that happen in each book will not only shock you, but it will keep you glued to the pages until each book is finished. 

*Do you love action? Well, you're going to get a ton of that in the KOTDC. 

*Do you great sex scenes? Oh there's plenty of that and I'm not ashamed to say, I do work it. I don't play when it comes to my between the sheets action, if you catch my meaning. * wink *. 

*Do you love vampire and shape-shifter politics and customs? I do, too. You'll love where D.N. takes these ideas and makes them her own... or rather ours. 

*Do you love intelligent, sexy and witty characters that are so well-written, you forget you're reading a book because you're so invested in our lives? Yeah, it's like that. 

The Knights of the Darkness Chronicles is unlike any urban-fantasy you've ever read before. There are no main characters. According to D.N., she wanted to explore the entire world she created, and didn't want to limit the perspective to just one or two characters. And that's great for not only myself, but for all of my family and friends in the series. We all get so much exposure and I think that's so unique. There are GBLT characters as well as straight, so be prepared to see some pretty steamy scenes and extremely interesting and intricate relationships. 

When you pick up Desires Unleashed, which is the first book in the series, you'll be introduced to my partner, Matthew and of course, Yours Truly. Take a front seat ride with us as we investigate a series of gruesome murders plaguing our beautiful city, Chicago. If it's one thing I hate, it's seeing innocent people being hurt or killed and I swear, I'm going to catch the SOB who's been killing in my city... as soon as I find out who or what is behind the murders. 

Will you join me on this adventure?

Trust me, you won't regret it. 



Title: Desires Unleashed
Author: D.N. Simmons
Book Length: 290 pages
Series: Knights of the Darkness Chronicles Book 1
Publisher: Rushmore Publishing; 3 edition
Genre:  MM, MMF, Vampire Romance, Mystery, Action, Paranormal, Werewolf/Shifter
Length: 290 pages

Blurb:
Desires Unleashed is the first novel in the riveting, highly addictive and sexually-charged Knights of the Darkness Chronicles. Experience the heart-pounding thrill of the chase in this electrifying page-turner as you uncover the mystery behind the series of gruesome killings that have been terrorizing the citizens of Chicago. 

With mutilated bodies being discarded all around the thriving city of Chicago, the highly-trained, government-funded police force, better known as the S.U.I.T., has assigned two detectives to discover who or what is behind the series of gruesome murders. Soon into their investigation, the detectives realize that they are in over their heads and if they are going to stop the menace before the next attack, they are going to have to seek the help of two unlikely individuals. 

Original, sexy and gritty, the Knights of the Darkness Chronicles will suck you in and take you for a ride you won't forget!


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Hello, 
I’m very honored to be here and I can’t tell you how much I appreciate this opportunity to meet new readers.  My name is D.N. Simmons and I’m an urban-fantasy/paranormal romance author. My series Knights of the Darkness Chronicles is phenomenal, sexy, highly entertaining and completely addictive… well, that’s what I’ve been told. Who am I to disagree *giggle*.  When I say that my series is unlike any other, I really mean it. You will NOT find another series quite like it in the genre. That was my sinister plan from the very beginning.  I wanted to create a series with a platform that would take readers into a completely unique and bold direction with characters they could relate to. The story lines are original from book to book and they keep you engaged from the beginning to the end.  I know that the shelves are filled with paranormal books, especially those involving vampires and shape-shifters. And if you’re a fan of the genre, like I am, you may think that you won’t find anything too original because the market is already flooded.  That’s only because you haven’t read the KOTDC yet.  

See, I’m the kind of person that gets extremely enthusiastic about awesome storytelling. When I finish reading a great book or watching an amazing movie, I’m still buzzing about it. One of the reasons why I get so excited is because of exceptional writing and imagination. I appreciate that so much, therefore, I knew I had to give my readers the very best I could give them.

The Knights of the Darkness Chronicles isn’t just a series you read. It’s a series you experience.  You’ll know exactly what I’m talking about when you grab the first book. :D Trust me. 


Excerpt:
Darian walked down the dimly lit hallway until he reached a huge tapestry on the wall. He brushed the tapestry to the side to reveal a small sensor in the wall. He pressed his hand to the sensor screen. As the red light at the bottom of the sensor turned blue, a hidden door slid open exposing an elevator. 

Pulling a key out of his pocket, he stepped inside, inserting it into the slot on the elevator panel to start it downward. Three levels down, he exited and walked down another short L-shaped corridor to his private skybox overlooking an octagon-shaped arena. He settled into one of the four comfortable leather chairs facing the clear glass paneled wall. He looked around the arena to see that the soft cushioned seats were already full and everyone was anticipating the tournament. All the bets had been made. One could bet on a fighter per night, thus increasing their chances of winning. Or they could pick a champion to win the whole tournament and receive one lump sum. There was a little less than one hundred million dollars to be won this night, which was very good for an opening night. Darian had already placed his bet on the fighter known only as Draco. Xavier had been most impressed by the fighter’s skill, so 

Darian had chosen Draco as his champion. 
It never ceased to amaze Darian that the human race would, no doubt, do just about anything for money. They put a price tag on their own lives. Darian had never met one vampire that would name the price of their own immortality. He figured mortals thought they were immortal, that life would always grant them another day. Until, of course, their last day came before they could blink their eyes. Darian no longer worried about having his life snuffed out so easily. It would take a lot more than a virus or blunt force trauma to kill him, of that he was pleased.

The announcer came out through sliding double doors with two beautiful female vampires. Dressed in red sequined bikinis and top hats, white sequined bow ties and matching six inch heels, they stood by his side, hands on their hips. The announcer wore a red sequined tux with tails, matching hat and a white silk shirt with matching gloves. He was a tall male with black hair and pale skin. Though he wasn’t a vampire, he could easily pass for one. 

Vampires were always pale before their first feeding. Pale and cold. Then when their bodies are filled and warmed with living blood, they can pass easily amongst the human race. A very observant human could detect the subtle differences in skin and hair textures and the shine of a vampire’s eyes. 

The announcer ordered some film footage of the fighters to be run on the huge television suspended over the arena. The crowd ‘oohhhed’ and ‘ahhhed’ as they witnessed the talents of the new tournament fighters. There were a mixture of female and male martial artists and grappling street fighters. 

Darian could hear a few murmurs of those who wished they could change their bets. He smiled. Too late, he thought. The footage ended, the crowd hushed, everyone waited for the theatrics the announcer provided. The lights dimmed to darkness, leaving only one spotlight on the announcer. He looked around the crowd as he raised the microphone to his mouth. 

“Ladies and gentlemen, tonight you are in for a treat. Once again, we have gathered all of the world’s best fighters to battle it out over the next three days, for a total grand prize of five million dollars!” he said with raised hands. 

The crowd cheered and applauded. Darian laughed and clapped as well. He liked the energy from the audience. It was an appetizer to the hunt, or in this case, since he had fed already, it was more of a dessert. Just enough to whet his appetite for the bloody fight that was soon to come.

Author Bio:

D. N. Simmons lives in Chicago IL., with a rambunctious German Shepherd that's too big for his own good and mischievous kitten that she affectionately calls "Itty-bitty". 

Her hobbies include rollerblading, billiards, bowling, reading, watching television and going to the movies. 

She has been nominated at Love Romances and More, winning honorable mention for best paranormal book of 2006. She has won "Author of the Month" at Warrior of Words. 

She was voted "New Voice of Today" 
at Romance Reviews and "Rising Star" at Love Romance and More. 

To learn more, and have the opportunity to speak with the author personally, please visit the official  website and forum at www.dnsimmons.com . D.N. is always interested in meeting new and wonderful people.

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InkSlinger Presents~ C.C. Koen's Intensity Release Day Launch & Giveaway!


Welcome to the Release Day Launch & Giveaway for C.C. Koen's Intensity presented by InkSlinger PR.


Blurb:
What would you do to improve your life?

Twenty-one-year-old Serena Thomas is faced with a tough decision. Unable to get ahead of debt and loneliness since her grandmother’s death she finds a new job, placing the sheltered virgin in an underground escort business. She tells herself it’s just a temporary life choice, but destiny has a different plan. She meets a mysterious and gorgeous man, who happens to be her new boss. Will Serena fit in or will she be left all alone again?

Lincoln (aka: Linc) Jefferson has an unusual life. He established The Lounge, an exclusive escort club for very personal reasons. A place where the women say who, when, and what type of sex they’re willing to have. The escorts possess all the power and the money. It’s a business Linc guards at all costs. Trying to maintain the secrecy is a constant challenge and one that’s tested when he enters into a relationship with Serena. She tempts him unlike any woman, even though he’s surrounded by beauty on a daily basis. The more time they spend together the harder it is for him to keep his secrets. Will Serena stand by his side or will she abandon him?

Sparks and passion fly, taking these two on a journey neither could have expected.



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C.C. Koen writes contemporary romance with a twist. An avid reader who enjoys mystery and suspense, her stories will never be what you expect. Determined to find adventure in her dreams and life, she enjoys skydiving, sailing and any activity that challenges her. Teacher by day, romance writer at night produce an active imagination that comes to life in her writing. Intensity is her debut novel. 

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Xpresso Presents~ Opal Carew's Kidnapped Book Blitz & Giveaway!


Welcome to For Whom The Books Toll. Thank you for taking a look at my stop on Opal Carew's Riding Steele: Kidnapped Book Blitz & Giveaway presented by Xpresso Book Tours.







Title:Kidnapped
Author: Opal Carew
Series: Riding Steele #1
Published by: St. Martin’s Griffin
Publication date: November 4th 2014
Genres: Adult, Erotica, Romance
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Blurb:
Being kidnapped by bikers is a harrowing experience, but for some reason, Laurie doesn’t feel as terrified as she should. The leader’s steely eyes soften when he looks at her, and the others in his gang clearly know she’s hands off. But does that include Steele’s hands? Her brain resists him, but her body insists she wants those big hands all over her.

Steele doesn’t know how he wound up in this mess–with a kidnapped woman on his hands and the police hot on their trail. Now he and Laurie are in hiding at an isolated cabin, and Steele has to figure out how to extricate himself . . . and steer clear of his accidental captive whose tight, slinky clubbing attire is making him think all kinds of dangerous thoughts…

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 This will first be published as a six-part e-serial novel, followed by the collected work as a single novel in both print and ebook form. The collected work will feature special bonus material.

Nov 04, 2014, Riding Steele #1: Kidnapped     
Nov 04, 2014, Riding Steele #2: Untamed    
Nov 11, 2014, Riding Steele #3: Collide     
Nov 18, 2014, Riding Steele #4: Wanted      
Nov 25, 2014, Riding Steele #5: Crossroads    
Dec 02, 2014, Riding Steele #6: Aftershock     




Excerpt:

Steele pulled up in front of the cabin Killer had arranged for them to stay at while they were here. It belonged to his brother who was out of the country for the summer, but allowed Killer to use it whenever he liked.

Steele dismounted his bike, then pulled off his helmet. It had been an enjoyable evening carousing around the town. They’d eaten in a little hole-in-the-wall restaurant with only a handful of tables, but it had the best burger he’d ever eaten. Killer had recommended the place when Rip had told him how much Steele loved his burgers.

Afterward, the guys had insisted on taking him to a strip club. When they first suggested it, he was worried Raven would be uncomfortable, but he should have known better than that by now. The woman seemed up for pretty well anything. In fact, he was surprised she hadn’t starting stuffing bills in strippers’ G-strings.

He was pretty sure it had fired her up, though. On the way back, as he watched Rip riding behind him in his rearview mirror, he was pretty sure she was stroking Rip’s cock through his jeans as they drove. Seeing that, after watching the naked gyrating women at the club, had him pretty fucking hot, too. He hoped that now that they were back at the cabin, that Raven would be up for a good fuck with all of them. Or even a special birthday fuck just for him.

But when Raven climbed off Rip’s bike, Rip tugged her into a deep kiss, his hands cupping over her round ass and pulling her tight to him. Then he grabbed her hand and pulled her toward the door. Steele and the others followed them inside.

“See you guys tomorrow,” Rip said as the two of them scurried up the stairs.

Rip had met Raven when they’d passed through his hometown for a wedding a few weeks ago, and he’d fallen head over heels for her. Her real name was Hayley, but Rip had dubbed her Raven because of her glossy black hair, and the name had stuck.

Steele had never seen Rip happier, and Raven seemed to be living on cloud nine, too. She had blossomed since she’d joined them a few weeks ago, and Steele had a feeling she’d be around for quite a while.

He sighed and walked into the kitchen, then grabbed himself a glass of water and downed it. Not as good as a cold shower, but helped his parched throat.

Shock grabbed a few beers from the fridge. “Want one, birthday boy?”

Steele leaned against the counter, his cock aching. “Naw. What I want requires an available female.”

Shock chuckled. “You and me both. Too bad Raven and Rip took off so fast.” He shrugged. “But they deserve alone time, too.”

No one could argue that both Rip and Raven weren’t generous with her favors.

“That’s the truth.” Steele filled his glass again, halfway, then downed it. 

“Well, the guys and I are going to play some cards. I’d ask you to join us, but maybe the best thing for you to do is to turn in.” He grinned. “You can go enjoy your birthday present.”

One of the gifts the guys had given him was a couple of porn flicks, and the master bedroom had a TV and Blu-ray player.

Steele chuckled, then pushed away from the counter and headed up the stairs. Getting some sleep was a good idea. Then he’d get up tomorrow and just enjoy the sunshine and the beautiful lake beside the cabin. As he walked up the stairs, he slid his hand over the inside pocket of his jacket to feel the two Blu-rays there. But he could put off sleep for a little, just to relieve the tension.




Hi. I'm Opal Carew, a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author. I write erotic romance for St. Martin's Press and Samhain Publishing, and I self-publish stories. I also write romance as Amber Carew.

So why do I like writing erotic romance? I like being able to push beyond traditional boundaries. I like dealing with a female character who is growing and evolving - questioning her sexual boundaries and pushing past them. My stories usually include menage a trois. It is great fun to write a heroine choosing between two equally appealing heroes... or more.

These aren't women who just jump into bed with anyone. They find themselves in an unusual situation - something exciting and erotic - but a situation where they have to push themselves beyond their comfort level. As a result, they grow as a person. So often fear holds us back - of what others will think of us, of what we will think about ourselves - and we don't follow our hearts. These women push past that fear.

To learn more about me and my books:
http://www.OpalCarew.com
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MFH Presents~Em Petrova's Heart Ties Release Blitz & Giveaway!


Thanks for stopping by today. I'm hosting Em Petrova's Heart Ties Release Blitz & Giveaway presented by My Family's Heart.



Title: Heart Ties
Author: Em Petrova
Series: Club Ties
Genre: Contemporary Biker Romantic Suspense
Publisher: Hartwood Publishing
Publication Date: November 6, 2014
Length~(Pages/#Words) novel 65k
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Blurb:
The only thing keeping Ex-Marine Drake from drinking himself into an early grave is his love of leather, horsepower, and his motorcycle club. Battling to adapt to a world where he isn’t blowing everything up, he roams the highways to keep his mind off his past. But after a mission to kidnap the curvy, tattooed goddess, Delta, he finds avoiding the bottle a little easier. Especially since he can only dream of finding solace against her silky body.

Delta would do anything to escape a life where pain and fear control her. She’s lived as a slave and outsider since she could walk. When a scary biker clan storms into her life and introduces her to her long-lost sister, she’s shocked to find warmth and comfort. While Delta knows better than to hope for a life she can’t have, Drake refuses to let her slip back into the hell she knows.

Plunged into a world of gambling, guns, and drugs isn’t her idea of paradise, but hunky Drake makes her pulse pound. Is it too much to believe that Drake can save her from her torment? And what can she do about extinguishing that burning, haunted look in his eyes?


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Amazon: Heart Ties (Club Ties Book 2)


Excerpt:

Jamison brought his fist down on the table. “You couldn’t have mentioned that you stormed into the Raiders club and took Delta?”

Drake stared at his vice prez. He liked Jamison—trusted him. Only Jamison knew how deep Drake had sunk after his tours of duty or how much alcohol he’d consumed. The few who knew about Drake’s leg thought he’d lost it in war, but the truth was, he’d lost it to idiocy.

Jamison was a fool if he believed they hadn’t used force to get Delta. “Did you think we’d just parley with the enemy and they’d gladly hand over their woman?”

Jamison raked his fingers through his hair, leaving tracks. His face was tense. “The MC rules are full disclosure. You fucking tell me everything that happens out there.” He pointed at the door and the world beyond. “I don’t care if it’s a drug run or you shoot up a club to get back Ever’s sister.”

“No one fired a shot,” Pax said.

“Then how the fuck did you take Delta by force?” Jamison looked at each of them, probably looking for split lips or knuckles, evidence of a fistfight.

“Drake had a bomb.”

Jamison met Drake’s gaze. He knew what Drake had done in the Marines. What he’d done for his country. He blew shit up, but he’d lost his leg from driving drunk.

“Okay.” Jamison’s eyelid twitched. “From now on, the club needs to know this shit. Got it?”

“Yeah.” Drake wasn’t concerned with the club at this moment. When the asshole Raiders’ prez had moved, Delta had folded up. An abused woman if Drake had ever seen one.

He clenched his teeth. “If this is club business, what the fuck are we going to do to get her back?”

Jamison rested his hands on the table. Strother might be president, but they’d all followed Jamison while Strother took care of his own shit. First he’d lost his son to drugs then his wife had gone crazy with grief.

“She wasn’t trying to escape the Raiders in the first place,” Jamison said.

Drake didn’t agree, but he remained silent.

“She has a right to return with them.”

Silent—until now. “Do you think for a minute they’ll let her come visit her sister?” He had opinions about how free Delta was to come and go anyway. Now they’d lock the fortress around her.

Jamison shook his head. “No, they won’t. But do we start another war?”

The Hell’s Sons had just battled the local charter of the Raiders in order to get Ever back. Just days ago some of their men had fallen. They’d barely gotten them buried, and now they were talking about another war.

“I’ll go alone.”

Everyone stilled. In the other room, Ever’s sobs sounded, followed by Ace’s comforting tone. Jamison clenched his fists. They were all protective of Ever, and that had extended to Delta for the time she was here. Both women had something that reached into a man’s chest and tugged at his heart.

Author Bio:
Em Petrova lives in Backwoods, Pennsylvania, where she raises 4 kids and a Labradoodle named Daisy Hasselhoff. Her heroes are hardworking heroes—in bed and out—and she is known for panty-scorching erotic romance.


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Wednesday, November 5, 2014

InkSlinger Presents~ Cathryn Fox's His Taste of Temptation Release Day Launch & Giveaway!


Welcome to the release day launch & giveaway for Cathryn Fox's His Taste of Temptation presented by InkSlinger PR.



Blurb:
One affair, thirty days.

In the Line of Duty, Book 3

Since his last relationship blew up in his face, bomb expert Brad Crosby has lost his appetite for “permanent”. But his kid brother’s best friend? Now there’s a curvy morsel he could wrap his lips around.

For years Brad has been the star of Madison Graham’s fantasies. If only she were the kind of put-together girl he prefers, not a pastry chef whose makeup consists of a dusting of powdered sugar on her nose. A belief that’s confirmed when her apartment floods and he offers to let her sleep in his bed—alone.

Wrapped in Brad’s sheets, she dreams of his touches, his kisses, the feel of his body on hers. Except her dreams feel like reality—and come morning, she realizes it wasn’t a dream at all.

Soon the two are burning up the nights. But as Madison’s sweet love grows on him, Brad can’t help but think of extending their time together.

Too bad Madison keeps reminding him their affair has an expiration date.

Warning: May contain heat, explosive sex, and Fourth of July fireworks that pale in comparison to the sparks between a sworn bachelor and a tempting pastry chef.



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Jesus Christ, Madison was going to be the death of him.

He’d been hoping to avoid her when he showed up to collect his brother, and the last thing he expected was to find her in a goddamn wet T-shirt, looking so fucking hot he almost shot off a load then and there.

Brad drummed his fingers on his steering wheel and shifted in his seat, uncomfortable as his cock pressed insistently against his unforgiving jeans. Christ, seeing her in that T-shirt, blinking up at him with those dark bedroom eyes of hers as the lush swell of her body beckoned his touch—his cock—had damn near done him in.

Fuck.

He’d be lying if he said he didn’t want her in his bed. Every time he looked at her all he could think about was caging her beneath him and fucking her long and hard, driving balls deep until she screamed out his name. Oh yeah, he’d make her scream, and when he did—contrary to what Sophie thought—everyone would hear it.

Maybe then he’d be able to stop thinking about her when he was alone at night. Hell, who was he kidding? He thought about her even when he wasn’t alone.

He’d always liked his kid brother’s best friend, but six months ago, after returning home from a long overseas tour, he suddenly began to see the sweet girl next door in different ways.

Sinful ways…

But he wasn’t going to act on his urges, not when she had something going on with Jonah. Shit…

Truthfully, Brad wasn’t sure what kind of relationship the two had, considering he’d seen them both date other people over the years. But from the comfort level between them, to the way they took care of each other, even going so far as to sharing a place when Jonah had finished his last tour, he knew there had to be deeper feelings involved, and he wasn’t about to take her to his bed, no matter how much he wanted her naked and beneath him. Or naked and on top.

Or just plain naked.

Jonah tossed his rucksack into the truck bed and slid into the cab, pulling Brad’s thoughts back from fantasyland. “Hey, bro, what’s up?”

Brad put his key into the ignition and turned the engine over. “Nothing.” He clenched his jaw hard as he watched Madison and Sophie exit from the downstairs bakery. A frown marred Madison’s pretty face as she spoke to her friend, the Sweetie’s Bakery Closed sign on the door behind her rattling against the glass pane as she locked up. Brad gripped the steering wheel harder. He hated seeing her living and working in such a shitty place, and he knew today’s loss of income was going to have a serious effect on her bank account.

“You have that look on your face again.”

Brad angled his head toward his brother. “What look is that?”

Jonah grinned. “The one you get just before you kick the shit out of me.”

Brad glared at his brother and scoffed. “Evidently, I should have beaten you more often.” Okay, so he might have roughed up his punk-ass brother a time or two over the years, but it was only because Jonah had needed it. The boy was a damn fool sometimes, getting into messes that Brad had to clean up behind him.

“Yeah, well, that’s a matter of opinion,” Jonah said.

He held his brother’s gaze. “You got something to say?”

Jonah held his hands up and laughed. “Nope.”

Madison tapped on the window and Jonah jumped onto the sidewalk to let her climb into the middle. Without conscious thought Brad’s eyes roamed the sexy curves she always kept hidden behind those baggy clothes and icing-stained apron. Damned if he didn’t want to peel those loose-fitting work clothes from her body so he could touch and kiss her lush contours until she writhed beneath him and cried out his name.

As Madison slid in beside him, her duffle bag clutched to her chest, want pumped through his veins, the sudden, urgent need to help himself to a taste of her sweetness pulling at him hard. Fuck. He looked away, staring at some random woman walking her dog while he did his damnedest to ignore his raging hard-on.

“Here, give me that.” Jonah took the bag from her and tossed it into the truck bed with his.

Once he jumped back into the cab, Brad put the vehicle into gear, turned his attention to the road ahead and slipped into traffic. Jonah punched up the volume on the radio and hooked his left arm over the back of the seat, pulling Madison toward him.

Brad tried to focus on his driving, he really did, but with Madison’s leg rubbing up against his it took effort to stay on the road.

He drove through the downtown core, and when they passed a vacant building, a For Sale sign on the window, Jonah turned to Madison. “Maybe when I get back we can look for a new place to live.”

She looked at the building, and there was a hint of gloom in her voice when she said, “I can’t afford to rent an apartment and a business front, and it won’t be easy to find a place where I can live upstairs and turn the main level into Sweetie’s.”

Jonah curved his arm around her and pulled her in closer. As she rested her head on his shoulder, he brushed a light kiss over her hair. “Don’t worry. I’ll be making some good coin out on the road. It’ll go a long way in finding something nicer than we have now.”

Feeling like a third wheel, an eavesdropper listening in on a private, intimate conversation, Brad cast a glance their way. His gut clenched when he saw Madison smile up at Jonah. Hell, the two of them even talked like an old married couple. There was no missing how much his brother cared for her, which only solidified Brad’s vow to keep his distance where Madison was concerned.

Of course, she wasn’t the first girl Brad had walked away from because of his brother. Jonah was fun, wild and had a reputation with the ladies. As teens, a few of Brad’s girlfriends had gravitated toward his charismatic younger brother. Even though Brad wanted to beat the shit out of Jonah for taking his girl instead of doing the honorable thing and backing off, Brad always walked away. Blood was blood and no way would he allow a girl to come between him and his brother. How much could any of those girls have cared anyway, if they had no trouble leaving one brother for the other? Besides, he’d promised his dad that he’d take care of Jonah, and as a man of his word, he chose his family battles carefully. As long as Jonah treated the women properly, there’d be no trouble between brothers.

His thoughts careened back to a couple years ago, to the night he found his fiancée Jocelyn in bed with another man—doing the one thing he wouldn’t dream of asking her to do for him, considering she’d blatantly told him oral sex was disgusting and there wasn’t a girl in the world who enjoyed giving it. Although she enjoyed the hell out of it when he’d gone down on her, which he did frequently. Fuck, he wasn’t sure what hurt more, seeing her mouth wrapped around some douchebag’s cock, or realizing how stupid she thought he was when she starting spilling lies, telling him it wasn’t what he thought. Sure, whatever. Wouldn’t be the first time a woman had fallen and landed with a hard-on in her mouth and a pair of balls in her hand. Oh yeah, shit like that happened all the time.

He could have stayed and fought for her, but any girl who would sleep with another man and lie about it while her fiancé was overseas fighting for their country wasn’t worth the battle. And after seeing the same thing happen to a few of his comrades, he’d come to learn that long-distance relationships never worked. Since Brad’s work continued to take him out of state, he decided never to get himself in that kind of situation again. No, now he was into casual sex, no commitments.

“Besides,” Jonah said, “Brad can help us turn any space into a bakery. Right, bro?”

“Yeah, sure.” Brad looked at Madison, and when she turned her bright-eyed smile his way, his heart nearly stopped.

She ran paint-chipped nails along the deep hollow of her throat, and as he watched the movement his mouth watered, his tongue wanting to follow the path of her hands. Heat throbbed through him, and his cock thickened once again, aching to pound into her, hard hot strokes that would leave them both sated and breathless and would finally, finally, get her out of his head.

“And if something else goes wrong with the place while I’m away, Brad’s your man,” Jonah said.

As Brad pictured himself stepping in for his brother, his mind ran wild with one delicious idea after the other, and he forced himself to cough, hoping it would rattle some sense back into his lust-drunk brain.

“Isn’t that right, Brad?”

“Yeah.” He nodded. “I can help you out with anything you need.”

Something flitted across her face when she asked, “Anything?”

“Yeah, anything,” he assured her, but when she drew her bottom lip between her teeth, and her eyes glazed over like she had other things on her mind, he wondered if they were still talking about her run-down rental…or something else entirely.


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New York Times and USA today Best selling author, Cathryn is a wife, mom, sister, daughter, and friend. She loves dogs, sunny weather, anything chocolate (she never says no to a brownie) pizza and red wine. She has two teenagers who keep her busy with their never ending activities, and a husband who is convinced he can turn her into a mixed martial arts fan. Cathryn can never find balance in her life, is always trying to find time to go to the gym, can never keep up with emails, Facebook or Twitter and tries to write page-turning books that her readers will love.

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~~Cassandra Carr's Always the Quiet Ones Cover Reveal~~


Today is the day for the cover reveal for Cassandra Carr's Always the Quiet Ones.




Blurb:
King of the geeks Marty Johnston has a serious crush on his co-worker Elizabeth. The principal IT consultant wants more than just a flirtation, but guilt over a one-night-stand-but-maybe-more Marty had on his last business trip before meeting Elizabeth could cost him his big chance with the girl of his dreams. He’s comfortable dealing with computers, not people. Can he step way outside his comfort zone to sort things out, or will he lose the one he’s falling for?




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InkSlinger Presents~ Elizabeth Otto's The Mistress Experiment Release Day Launch & Giveaway!


Welcome to the Release Day Launch & Giveaway for Elizabeth Otto's The Mistress Experiment presented by InkSlinger PR.


Blurb:
“A gentleman would get to know you patiently, intimately, before demanding anything of your body. Tonight, I’m not going to be a gentleman.”

For wealthy British surgeon Isaac Kimball, being the good guy comes naturally. Caring for Chicago’s poorest fills his days and keeps his other side—the dark one that craves sensuality and control—at bay. When Isaac is prevented from saving a charity he loves, an acquaintance offers him a proposition: transform a woman from the streets into a sophisticated mistress who can pass in London high society, in exchange for the charity’s salvation. A ridiculous suggestion until he realizes he knows the perfect woman—one with an understated sexuality and sharp wit that continually tempt his control.

Mila DePardo counts the days until she can get off the streets and put her criminal past behind her. When Dr. Kimball offers her a ticket out of hell and into the glitter of London society, lying about her identity is easy. Until the chemistry between them starts to crack her no-sex rule, and the pleasure of Isaac’s touch changes everything she thought she wanted.

When the truth starts to unravel and Isaac’s own secrets come to play, Mila’s belief in herself is put to the test. She might win the mistress experiment, but can she survive him?


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"In my office. It's right there." He nodded to the door down the hall, already moving that way, but she didn’t move.

"There's nothing to say."

Oh, there was plenty.

Isaac slid her glasses off her face with one finger as adrenaline and heat pumped through him. Her chin tipped up, and he knew he was being an ass. But he had questions, things to say, and she had answers and she was going to listen no matter if she wanted to or not. If he didn't get things off his chest, he wouldn't be able to concentrate on anything else for the rest of the day.

"In. My. Office."

Mila glared at him for several seconds before doing as he asked. He followed, slipping out of his lab coat as he shut the door behind them. 

"Let me guess. You want to backpedal over the crap you said to me at DeJava, right? Cover your ass? Well, don't worry about it. I'm forgetting it ever happened." She held a hand out for her glasses.

He gave them over. That's what he wanted, too, right? To put the bet behind him, laugh it off and move on? He had other things to talk about, like Luis and the mark on her arm. Anything but the bet right now.

But impulse was a blasted thing and his brain had other ideas. "I'm not forgetting anything.”  Once he'd said it, he knew where he was headed. Where he had to be headed, because beyond her hunger the other day, someone had hurt her.

"It's a legitimate experiment, one we'd both benefit from winning. Not us, actually, but the children. Considering how much Luis means to you, I'm sure you agree that it's worth a shot."

She huffed a breath.

He was playing dirty but Isaac couldn't bring himself to be sorry. "It's true what I said. I'm offering you the chance to be someone else for a while, Mila, whatever that might mean to you. It's yours."

She shuddered hard, her palm going to her forehead. "You're asking me to be your… I won't be your hooker."

"I told you that intimacy isn't involved in this, and I meant it. There's no attraction between us anyway." That sounded wrong even as he said it because there was something that caused a thrum in his blood each time she was near. Probably just a case of reining himself in too long.

She pressed her knuckles to her lips. Surprised by her lack of ninja-tendencies, considering he'd all but forced her in here, Isaac had to smile. She was contemplating, just as he was, letting it roll around in her head like it was rolling around in his.

"Right. You're right. There isn't anything sexual between us." Her shrug was less than convincing.

"No." Not completely true.

"But…" She was waffling, and the more the yes-no flickered across her face, the more a dark agitation grew in him.

Isaac grabbed her sleeve and yanked her gently forward, causing her to press into him with a soft grunt.

"Do you need proof?" he asked.

Her chest stalled, her hands balling in fists against his chest. "Do you?"

Mila's shuddering breath was the last sound he registered as he brought his lips to hers, demanding, harder than he'd intended. Her taste engulfed him, unfamiliar sweetness flaming his blood. Her soft lips parted but not nearly enough; her body stiffened before she leaned into him, giving but not giving completely.

"Open your mouth for me, Mila."

Her arms came up around his neck, pulling him down. Elation flew through him as her mouth opened completely and urged him in for a deep, slanted kiss. His tongue slid along hers as sensation blossomed everywhere—racing along his scalp, his chest. Mila's fingernails pricked against his skin, leaving tingling, burning rows.

Isaac inhaled deeply and bit down softly on her lower lip. She was taking as much as he was demanding—a tug of war. Unexpected but goddamn delicious. And she had no idea what he'd demand of her if they took this further. If the fire in her kiss was an indication, she might demand just as much from him, a twist to the way sex usually went for him… but he'd test it. He'd allow it, and he'd probably lose his mind in the process.

This was more than basic chemistry.

This was hands-down sexual attraction



Author Bio:
Elizabeth Otto grew up in a Wisconsin town the size of a postage stamp, where riding your horse to the grocery store, and skinny dipping after school were perfectly acceptable. No surprise that she writes about small communities and country boys. She's the author of paranormal and hot, emotional, contemporary romance, and has no guilt over frequently making her readers cry. When not writing, she works full-time as an Emergency Medical Technician for a rural ambulance service. Elizabeth lives with her very own country boy and their three children in, shockingly, a small Midwestern town.

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