Release Blitz

Title: Depravity
Author: Natalie Bennett
Genre: Dark Erotic Romance
Release Date: November 27, 2018



I was born an ordinary girl with a tiny seed of sickness.
As I got older it grew bigger, manifesting into something sinister.
Mama told me to lock it away and let it wither.
I didn’t know how.
So I hid it.
Solitude became my closest companion.
Solo, single, lonely.
Until Declan.
Until Ethan.
They were drawn to my sickness like moths to a flame.
With them, I was nurtured into something special.
With them, I flourished in depths of decay and darkness.
(mm/mmf/ mfm.) Standalone. 
Natalie Bennett is the creator of erotic stories that always come with a warning label. She writes about depraved alpha a**holes and women that love to hate them. Her books don’t follow any specific tropes, have no set word counts, and tend to deviate from traditional HEA’s.
When she isn’t in front of her computer she’s spending time with her husband and their three little boys.
Natalie is an avid fan of caramel frappes, horror movies, Shameless, and of course, reading.
You can find Natalie on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram.


New Release/Giveaway

Title: Bodhi
Author: A.R. Hadley
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: October 16, 2018
Audrey Simone is a thirty-something divorced mom looking for adventure when she accompanies her new friend, Kate, to a local dungeon.
What she doesn’t expect to find is Gavin…
His arms are the size of her thighs.
His eyes the color of Van Gogh’s sky.
And his tolerance for BS is minimal.
Playing becomes an addiction. Her desire to submit an innate need. And it doesn’t take long for Audrey to realize this world has surpassed her wildest imaginations.
But she lives in two worlds, straddling day and night, reality and kink — one foot has found its way into Gavin’s heart while the other rests on the outside.
And her Master — the man who chains her, ties her, binds her, frees her — doesn’t just want her submission … Gavin has decided he needs both feet.
Bodhi is a 63,000 word standalone novel.

“How do you feel…” he asked, tapping her temple, “in here?”
“Aware,” she said and paused. He seemed to be waiting for her to continue speaking. She swallowed. “Aware of my nudity. Aware of each nerve ending. The cold on my skin. The empty space between my legs. The ache in my arms, legs, and hands.”
He traipsed a finger from the top of her spine to the top of her tailbone. “What do you feel when I touch you?”
She blew out a breath and closed her eyes. “I feel alive. I feel fire.”
She believed this man could bring to fruition and then satiate the things she didn’t even know she desired.

“Come here, Audrey.”
She stepped inside the modest bathroom. It was warm and still a little steamy, and it smelled like the shower and whatever Gavin used for shampoo.
“Closer, baby girl. I want you to shave me.”
“What?” She shook her head and felt her cheeks heat. “I can’t. I might cut you.”
He pressed his palms against the countertop, dropped his chin, and stared at the sink full of water. “You’ve already sheared me.” He looked up, peered into her eyes, and placed the razor in her hand. “I trust you … and I will guide you. It’s not difficult.”
Her eyes closed, then opened. Everything with him sometimes felt like slo-mo. His arms were so close, threatening to tear his shirt to shreds with a sudden movement. His leather and cedar permeated her nose. Her flesh broke out in goose pimples as her nipples turned to stone.
“Concentrate. You’ll shave me, and I’ll tell you a story. Start with the sides. Top to bottom. Go ahead.”
“Gavin,” she whispered with a smile.
Taking her hand, he placed it where he wanted her to begin. “Care for me as you do yourself.”
Their eyes met and locked for several heartbeats, seconds in which she couldn’t breathe properly. Caring for herself had become something she did last, not foremost. He could surely see things in her gaze: hesitation and insecurities. He’d seen them the day he’d fed her the potato soup.
“Top to bottom.” He dragged her palm with his toward his ear. “Good girl.”
Her hand seemed to trip on the compliment, and he caught it and smiled. “I trust you, Audrey. Now listen to me.”

A.R. Hadley writes imperfectly perfect sentences by the light of her iPhone.
She loves her husband.
Her children.
And Cary Grant.
She annoys those darling little children by quoting lines from Back to the Future, but despite her knowledge of eighties and nineties pop culture, she was actually meant to live alongside the Lost Generation after the Great War and write a mediocre novel while drinking absinthe with Hemingway. Instead, find her sipping sweet tea with extra lemons on her porch as she weaves fictional tales of love and angst amid reality.



Blog Tour

Book: Devious Eyes (A Cane Novel #2)
Authors: Charlotte E Hart and Rachel De Lune
Genre: Dark. Erotic Romance 
**OUT NOW!**
#DeviousEyes #CharlotteEHart #RachelDeLune

“You think I’m a hooker?”
The fiercely brooding guy I met at the bar needed to check his asshole behaviour. Still, he fast turned into the distraction I needed from my life. But it wasn’t romance. Couldn’t be. Running was my MO. This time I’m hiding in paradise, hoping I can stay alive, and trying to ignore the one person I’ve never been able to — my brother.
The problem is, I didn’t know who Nate Cane really was, and I didn’t know what was coming for me either.

“You try it again, and I’m done.”
That’s what I said to my brother when he challenged me. I meant every damn word. This time it’s my rules. My life. My game.
Screw loyalty.
But the woman I met at that bar hid her devious eyes from me. She wasn’t who I thought, and life has a way of determining your future, no matter the odds. Gabriella Alves might have started as a calculated fling — dirty, far from innocent, and mine — but then hell came after her and invaded my world. And a Cane always protects what’s his.
Odds be damned.

Loyalty. Family. Dark. Erotic. Romance.

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Meet The Authors
Charlotte E. Hart 

Charlotte is an Dark Erotic Suspense/Romance author living in the heart of the Shropshire countryside in Great Britain. She’s lived all over the UK, but finally settled in a small town that still reeks of old school England.
Writing and poetry have become a revolution for the soul, and she cherishes every second that she’s sitting at the laptop tapping her way into a new character.

“Life is a torrent of differences, different needs and wants, and it doesn’t always end that well. Yet we strive …”
Charlotte E Hart

Most of Charlotte’s work is bdsm based and intended for mature audiences only.

Rachel De Lune

Rachel De Lune writes emotionally driven contemporary and erotic romance.

She began scribbling her stories of dominance and submission in the pages of a notebook several years ago, and still can’t resist putting pen to real paper. What ifs are turned into heartfelt stories of love where there will always be a HEA.

Rachel lives in the South West of England and daydreams about shoes with red soles, lingerie and chocolate. If she’s not writing HEAs, she’s probably reading them. She is a wife and has a beautiful daughter.
For every woman who’s ever desired more.

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Release Tour

Title: Jack of Spades: Vegas Underground
Author: Renee Rose
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release Date: September 28, 2018




Sorry, bella. You got dealt the losing hand.
Witness to a crime, you’re my prisoner now.
I didn’t mean for things to happen this way,
But tying you to my bed and making you scream
Is an unexpected pleasure. A privilege, really.
And even if I did trust you, now that I’ve had a taste,
I’m not sure I’d let you go…



USA TODAY BESTSELLING AUTHOR RENEE ROSE is a naughty wordsmith who writes kinky BDSM novels. Named Eroticon USA’s Next Top Erotic Author in 2013, she has also won The Romance Reviews Best Historical Romance, and Spanking Romance Reviews’ Best Sci-fi, Paranormal, Historical, Erotic, Ageplay and favorite couple and author. She’s hit #1 on Amazon in multiple categories in the U.S. and U.K., is often found on the list of Amazon’s Top Author list. She also pens BDSM stories under the name Darling Adams.




Re-Release Blitz

Title: The Perfect 1
Author: Cory Cyr
Genre: Urban Erotic Romance
Release Date: March 31, 2017 
Jensyn Parrish was one of the world’s most gorgeous supermodels, dubbed the “Perfect 10” for most of her career. Thirteen years ago, a horrific car accident left her face disfigured. Suffering the loss of her beauty, career, and self-worth, she seeks a life of quiet seclusion in Hawaii.

Lincoln Bass, a New York best-selling author and adrenaline junkie, has no idea what he could possibly have in common with his brother’s friend Jensyn. After suddenly being impaired with blindness at only twenty-five, his life is forever altered. Independent, headstrong, and ever the daredevil, Lincoln is stricken with the certainty that if he wants to continue writing, he needs help.

Two people damaged by circumstances of fate…

Disguising who she once was becomes a difficult task for Jensyn. Her only job is to help Lincoln finish his book. But boundaries are somehow obscured and fiction becomes their reality.





New Release/Giveaway

Title: One Regret
Series: One Series #2
Author: K.A. Berg and T.E. Black
Genre: Erotic Romance
Release Date: September 21, 2018




Seven years is a long time, but it’s good to be home.
I’ve missed this place and the people in it. I’m living with my best friend who I’ve missed, I landed a great job as an Interim CEO which will look great on my resume, and I hooked up with a hot guy I met at a bar.
Life couldn’t get much better.
That is until I report to my first day at my new job and standing behind the desk waiting for me is the man I spent a sex-crazed night with.
He devours me with his eyes letting me know things between us aren’t over. He doesn’t get make that decision; I do. But, I can seem to stop this train wreck from happening.
Life just got a lot more complicated and one night of fun has turned into one regret ever so quickly.





Kimberly is a stay at home mom to four beautiful, crazy children by day and a steaming hot novelist by night. She is a Jersey girl at heart and that’s where she currently calls home with her amazing husband and children. 
Her debut release Inhibitions and the subsequent Uninhibited Series as well as the spin-off Apprehensive Duet both show her love of all things football. But not to worry, she’ll still bring you plenty of steam!
When not writing she can be found curled up with a good book or watching her beloved New York Jets. Lover all things romance, including a little M/M action as well as the dark and twisted. She enjoys video chats with her best friends and always loves to hear from her fans on social media.

New Adult and Contemporary Romance author, T.E. Black, also known as Tiffany, is never without a book in her hand. Whether she’s reading the newest release from a fellow author, or proofreading one of her own drafts, she’s always keeping busy.
Tiffany writes about imperfect heroes and strong-willed heroines. While, her heroines are known for going to head to head with the men in her stories, the heroes she writes always have that special touch of alpha.

When she’s not immersed in the literary world, Tiffany makes use of her time by being a full-time graphic designer for a company she owns and operates, creating book covers, teasers, banners, and swag for other authors and herself.

She began writing when stories she had read sparked an idea. She plotted her story, wrote three chapters, then scraped it where she let it sit in her computer for months. Instead of focusing on the potential of the story she had begun, she couldn’t help but feel as if she would never be able to publish a book as good as the ones she had read.

Months later, she obtained the courage to go back to her laptop and open up the dreaded first draft she had written. With a clear head and determination, she worked for hours on perfecting the three chapters she had written.

When she sat back in her seat, looking over her six thousand words, it clicked.
The story fell into place.
The characters spoke to her.
The plot lines began to pour from her fingertips, landing on her keyboard.
And then it finally happened.
She had written a novel.

Love it, like it, or hate it, Tiffany loves hearing from her fans! Feel free to connect with her!



Cover Reveal

Series: The Devil and His Doe Book 1
Author: Jax Hart
Genre: Dark Romance/Contemporary Romance
Release Date: September 24, 2018
Cover Design: Cover Me Darling
Every time I tried to run, he caught me. 
The nights were turbulent as the stormy tides. In his arms, I found refuge…until he became my storm.
He’s breaking every part of me like the tide battering against the rocks.
If I can’t escape… I’ll lose more than my heart and body–I’ll lose my mind. 
Next time he won’t catch me. I’ll run to the moon if need be. But something tells me I could never go far enough. He has me ENSLAVED.
I was bored. Attending the same parties, seeing the same faces and even more familiar bodies dolled up in the latest fashions straight from the runway. But one night in Capri changed everything.
She was perfect.
My sweet little dove became a caged bird. I cruelly clipped her wings just as she started to fly. 
She’s mine. 
Destined to soar only in my embrace.
She’s become my sweet little pet, and I’m her UNRELENTING MASTER.
Together we are both ENSLAVED.
Authors Note: This is the first book in a 3 part series. Each book ends with a mini-cliffhanger. 
Book Three: ENTWINED

I BIT THE INSIDE OF MY CHEEK FORCED to watch my lead deckhand with my little dove, devouring her with his eyes as she asked him to dine with her.
It’s my fault.
I pressed her too hard, too soon. Now she thinks she can flee into a lesser man’s arms for protection.
As if that boy with barely any hair on his face or chest could stop me.
No one can stop me from taking what I want.
And what I want is to make Jessie Dawson my next conquest. I want to feel her young, lithe body under me as I wrap her hair around my wrists, driving into her over and over again as she begs me to let her come—something which she must earn.
Lifting my Cuban to my lips, I pause, feeling desire sing in my blood as I stare down at the glossy photo stapled to her resume.
Jessie Dawson.
Born in San Diego, USA.
A dedicated worker, a seasoned crew member and my next delightful dove in training. I’m hard, straining against my trousers as my finger traces her cheeks. I’ve done this for weeks, jacking off to her photo, picturing those lips with the gap between her teeth wrapped around my cock, taking me deep.
My wayward thoughts were disrupted by the chief stew scurrying towards me.
“May I get you anything, sir?” Without even glancing her way, I shrugged, dismissing her with my silence as I pushed off the railing walking inside my mega yacht.
I don’t even know why I bought the damn thing. I was hoping spending two-hundred million would make me feel something; stupid even.
Devising my plan on how to woo my next victim, my bare feet treaded lightly down the hall to the master stateroom. She’s consuming my thoughts. I wondered where she is, only to find her in my room with her fingers trailing over my cufflinks laying on the dresser.
Pausing silently, my eyes roamed over her backside, noticing how the stewardess uniform hugs tightly to the curve of her ass. Just like I knew it would when I ordered Jessica to give it to her. I had intentionally selected a size too small for Jessie.
She picked up my bottle of five-hundred-dollar custom-made cologne, inhaling as she closed her eyes taking a long whiff.
“Does it make you wet?”
The bottle fell from her hands clanking on the dresser. She was frozen in shock being caught touching my things.
“Admit it,” I breathed stalking closer, closing the gap between us, “you lied in bed all night thinking of me…wanting everything I told you I’d do.”
Her hands fumbled the bottle as she attempted to place my things back where I last left them. “Leave it,” I commanded noticing the drops of liquid staining the mahogany wood.
“It’ll leave a stain.”
“So? I’ll have the dressing table replaced.”
“Just like that?”
“Just like that.” Coming up behind her, I assessed her, as our eyes meeting in the mirror. My index finger swirled in the spilled cologne, lifting it, I rubbed my scent between the hollow of her breasts watching her pupils dilate in the glass.
Dios, you make so hard.” My cock strained against my trousers. I gently touched her waist, bringing her back against my caged anaconda.
She bit her lip, “What if I did think of you? I might have thought about it briefly, but I can’t. So please stop whatever game it is you’re playing. I don’t do casual sex. Besides, I have feelings for someone else.”
Raising my eyebrows, I moved to the side placing my things back in place. “Is that so, little one?”
“I-I should go.”
“Have you finished cleaning my quarters?”
“There’s nothing to clean. It’s spotless.”
Smiling faintly, I shrugged, “I need things to be controlled: orderly. It’s the only way I can function.”
She backed away from me, closer to the door, afraid to take her eyes off me; afraid I’ll pounce. But I’m a hunter luring my prey. When the time comes to feast on her soft flesh—she’ll think it was her idea. Last night, I was angry. My approach with her clumsy, hasty, now I need to back up myself and win her with the finesse and skill learned by seducing dozens of girls that came before.
Oddly, I can’t recall one face. One pair of legs, or any defining thing about one of them.
I didn’t move, just held her gaze until her back hit the door. With a flushed face, she turned, trying to disguise her desire to run, opened the door shutting it behind her with a firm click.
My hands shook as I opened my drawer, finding the bottle of pills I hid inside a pair of rolled up socks. Modern medicine has done wonders for the few people like me. If I took them…it would be a few weeks before they kicked in. Everyone wants— no hopes for me to change. But being devoid of emotion is who I am. It’s what I’m used to. But the tiny white pills inside this bottle hold the promise to change everything for me. The perks of inheriting an empire include contacts with CEO’s of the world’s best biotech companies.
Getting medicine before it hits the market is easy. But something in me revolted every time I opened the bottle peering at the magic pills inside. But seeing her here, in my room, touching my things, has me wishing to feel everything as I break her to fit me.
I want to feel satisfaction, triumph, and the rush of pleasure that promises to course through me when she gives her consent.
Snapping the top off, I shake out a pill into my palm.
This better work.
If they don’t—I’ll personally dismantle Hexagon Pharmaceuticals myself. Destroying things is what I do. Whether it be in the boardroom or bedroom—I’m the man for that job.
My weakness is my greatest strength. The one thing about my success that no one could put their fingers on and my father didn’t see it until the very end when he changed his will at the last minute much to my cousin’s chagrin.
My inability to feel makes me the most formidable businessman in Europe. I rip companies apart, sell them in pieces, not caring how many careers or jobs get lost.
They call me El Diablo.
If they only knew how right they are. The devil has no soul and neither do I and at the helm of my later father’s empire, I rule with an iron fist and black heart, tripling profits in less than two years.
My face was on the last cover of FORBES magazine. I made the top ten list of the most eligible bachelors in the world.
My mouth curved into a smirk as I met my own eyes in the mirror, swallowing the pill.


They used my face and fortune to sell thousands of magazines. If they only knew they conned those women. I’m far from eligible. I’m the most unavailable man who’s ever lived.
Jax Hart: Singer, a songwriter, living creatively through art. Dirty Romance author from the great state of Washington. Duke is his first full-length novel. He generally hates most people, plays the bass guitar, and enjoys camping trips with his son.