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Title: Courageous Lovers
Series: Cidade Cinza Book One
Author: Elis Angelico
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: March 15, 2020

 
The flame that burns twice as bright burns half as long…
 
In the years since her divorce, artist Lucilia Barboa is living as she wants…free. No husband, no kids, and no interest in having either. After completely losing her identity when she was married, Luci is too scared to try love again. Sex however…she has nothing against casual sex. Just not with her tall, gorgeous, tattooed neighbor. 
 
Rafa Costa has watched Luci avoid him for weeks. When he finally gets the chance to talk to her, he is blown away by the instant chemistry a single touch ignites. Even more so when she offers to spend time with him. Just sex though. On that, she won’t compromise. That should suit Rafa fine since he’s convinced true love is a once-in-a-lifetime chance, and he lost his years ago. But Luci quickly becomes as important as the air he breathes.
 
Embarking on an affair that burns fast and hot, Rafa and Luci race headlong into disaster. When fears and ghosts from their past collide with their present, they have to decide if they are strong enough to risk everything for love or if single is the ultimate happiness.

Luci nodded and exhaled. “I used to think marriage was the ultimate prize and that I’d won the lottery with mine. My ex was attractive, successful, and smart. My family loved him. And he chose me.”

She was facing towards me but not making eye contact. My heart thundered in my ears, my fists clenched. 

“For a while, that was enough, but I couldn’t escape that there wasn’t room to grow or change in our relationship. I did my best, but it got to the point that I couldn’t continue on the path he’d chosen for us, for me.”

She rose her eyes and they shone with the force of her memories. 

“You don’t want to go through that again,” I said. 

“Failure doesn’t scare me. I have no regrets about the marriage or the divorce. Relationships begin and end. It’s the cycle of life.” 

If anyone else had said it, I would’ve taken offense. The cycle of life wasn’t always so natural, but she was sincere, without being righteous. She had no idea how fantastic she was. 

“But loving someone means compromise. There’s no clear measure of how much is too much. That’s what terrifies me.”

I reached out and took her hand. She gave me a small smile. 

“It took something horrible for me to figure out the point at which I would lose the essence of who I was. If that hadn’t happened, I’d still be married to him, with a life of my making but not of my will,” she said. 

“You’re afraid of losing yourself?” I asked.

“Exactly.”

I didn’t know what to say. I’d never experienced her struggle. I wasn’t going to be able to convince Luci that her concern was unwarranted. It was. She’d lived it. 

I rubbed my hands over my running pants, smooth and worn bare in some places and stiff with paint in others.

“I get it,” I said.

Elis Angelico is a Brazilian American who writes shameless romances for women who love sex and believe in love.

 

She taught middle schoolers in Southern California, completed half a masters in library science in D.C., mentored teenagers in Boston, and managed a job training program for homeless adults in São Paulo before devoting herself full-time to orgasms.
 
Her books are emotionally complex and explore the many ways that love is essential to enduring trauma, injustice, and pain. Her OCD (the diagnosed kind, not the tongue and cheek “I’m so organized” variety), father’s death by suicide, bisexuality and divorce are but a few of the life experiences that inform her writing.
 
She lives in São Paulo with her daughter and her soul mate and knows her way around a spray can.
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Title: Dagger
Series: Vegas MMA #1
Author: S.L. Sterling
Genre: Romantic Suspense/Contemporary Romance
Release Date: March 27, 2020
Cover Design: Sarah Paige of Opium House Creatives 

 

 

Derrick

 

I’d been fighting all my life.
Making it my career choice seemed…logical.
Sticking to what I was good at seemed…illogical as often as I ended up in the ER.
Then my occupational hazard began to feel like more of a perk when I met, Katy. She was a night nurse at the ER I frequented. She could barely hide her contempt for me, which naturally made the curvy brunette with long wavy hair all the more irresistible.
𝙉𝙤𝙬 𝙄 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙖 𝙗𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙖 𝙛𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙚𝙧.
Katy
They called him Dagger, for the looks he gave.
He knew I hated him on sight, but still, he teased me and tried to sway me.
There’s no way it would work. I was on the run and still healing from a relationship with a ‘roid-raging powerlifter. No way was I going to give it a go with someone trained to cause pain for a living.
Then my ex tracked me down. And suddenly, having a fighter in my corner didn’t seem like such a bad idea.

 

 

S.L. Sterling was born and raised in southern Ontario. She now lives in Northern Ontario Canada and is married to her best friend and soul mate and their two dogs. 

 

 

 

An avid reader all her life, S.L. Sterling dreamt of becoming an author. She decided to give writing a try after one of her favorite authors launched a course on how to write your novel. This course gave her the push she needed to put pen to paper and her debut novel “It Was Always You” was born.
When S.L. Sterling isn’t writing or plotting her next novel she can be found curled up with a cup of coffee, blanket and the newest romance novel from one of her favorite authors on her e-reader. Her favorite authors include Kendall Ryan, Vi Keeland, Penelope Ward, Lauren Blakely, Alessandra Torre and Willow Winters.
In her spare time, she enjoys camping, hiking, sunny destinations, spending quality time with family and friends and of course reading.

 

 

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Title: Bound (The Devil’s Due)
Author: Eva Charles
Genre: Romantic Suspense & Alpha Hero/Protector
Release Date: February 20, 2020

Father Creighton and Smith Sinclair.
Two dangerous men inexplicably drawn to me.
One bound by a holy vow, the other by duty and honor.
 
One emphatically covets my soul.
The other, despite his regrets, desires my heart.
Each demands I surrender my body to his control.
 
A priest and a soldier.
A demon and a knight.
An eternity in darkness, or a lifetime of love and light.
 
In the end, I have only seconds to decide.
Sinclair takes hold of a small section of my hair, twirling it around a finger. When he releases it, the soft curl bounces off my cheek. “I love redheads,” he murmurs in a low seductive voice. “Is it true their pain threshold is higher?” His nimble fingers find my hair again, combing roughly through the strands. Just before he reaches the ends, he furls his hand and tugs firmly. “Is it, Kate?” My mouth falls open, but I can’t form words. “Do you enjoy having your hair pulled?”

I hate having my hair pulled. At least that’s what I always thought. But the tugging called my body to attention, put every nerve on high alert. And yes, I did enjoy it—all of it. But I especially enjoyed the way my scalp and pussy tingled in sync, as though they were engaging in an erotic dance for my pleasure alone. I’m still enjoying it. Although I have no intention of telling him that. I shake my head in response.

His eyes are dark slits. “Liar,” he murmurs, a breath away from my temple.

The warm sensation caresses my skin. It’s a stark contrast to the cruel word, liar. Is that what it would be like with him? Cruelty swathed in a tender caress? Would I enjoy that, too? Oh, God.

My throat is parched. My brain thick with fog. I’m aroused. And confused. With every circuit misfiring.

“How badly do you want those answers?” He hooks a thumb under my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze. “What are you willing to do to get them?”

His last question jolts me out of my he-is-hot-as-sin and I want to melt in the fires of hell trance. “You’re kidding?” I pant softly.

He smirks. It’s a menacing little smirk. “I’m not kidding. If I’m going to answer your questions, you’re going to make it worth my time. Or at least make it interesting. It’s not too much to ask, is it, Kate?” He stands inches from me, his voice sultry and rich when he says my name.

I don’t move. I can’t. My heart is pounding. It’s all I hear. That, and the small voice of reason nearly obscured by his chiseled features and strong hands. Go, Kate. Now! While you can, it shouts. But I don’t. My feet are stuck to the floor, and there’s nowhere to go, anyway. I can’t get out of this place without the codes, and he could overtake me easily if I run. My eyes dart around the room looking for an escape. I should at least make some effort to leave.

“Relax. We won’t do anything you don’t want to do.”

His voice has lost the perilous edge, but I’m not convinced he’s any less dangerous. Or maybe I’m not sure that I need much convincing to do whatever it is he has in mind.
After being a confirmed city-girl for more than thirty-five years, Eva moved to beautiful Western Massachusetts in 2014. There, she found herself living in the woods with no job, no friends (unless you count the turkey, deer, and coyote roaming the backyard), and no children underfoot, wondering what on earth she’d been thinking. But as it turned out, it was the perfect setting to take all those yarns spinning in her head and weave them into a romantic tale.
 
When she’s not writing, trying to squeeze information out of her tight-lipped sons, or playing with the two cutest dogs you’ve ever seen, Eva’s creating chapters in her own love story.
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Cover Reveal/Excerpt

Title: Her Filthy Italians
Author: SC Daiko
Genre: Menage Erotic Romance
Release Date: March 20, 2020
Cover Design: Mayhem Cover Creations
Photographer: Wander Aguilar 

“Venice is like eating an entire box of chocolate liqueurs in one go.”
 
And it’s true. 
Sumptuous, sensual, hedonistic. 
I’m here to experience it all.
So, when I meet two super-hot Italians,
who want me to join in their filthy fantasies,
I have few qualms about accepting.
After all, this is only a brief interlude in my life.
I’ll look back on it in the future as just a little fun.
In three months, I’ll return to the States and settle down.
Except, dark forces lurk beneath the murky mists of the lagoon.
And, before too long, what started as a game has turned deadly serious.
I should run for my life before it’s too late.
But I’m already in way too deep to do that…

I reach for her hand and pull her toward me, twirling and swinging her in time to the music. We break apart for a couple of seconds, shuffling and stepping. Marco moves toward us and I twirl her into his arms. They rock together momentarily and then he spins her back to me.
The song ends, but Ghost in the Heart follows and we carry on dancing. Marco and I pass Sefi back and forth between us. I pull her into my chest, then push her away so he can claim her and do the same.
The next song, The Alchemist, is slow. I hold her close, my hand firmly gripping hers and the other circling her waist. Marco comes up behind her, places his hands low on her hips. He reaches around her body to grasp my ass and we dance together, the three of us.
She’s quiet. What is she thinking?
Marco’s hard-on must be pressed into her butt.
She lifts her face and her eyes meet mine. I see the question there, but I also see the desire.
I tilt my head and kiss her.
She gasps but doesn’t pull away.
I open my mouth and she opens hers, our tongues dancing while our bodies rock.
Marco lets go my ass and I spin her around so he can kiss her too.
I watch them, watch his mouth meet hers hungrily, and my balls tighten.
I lean in and slide my fingers up her thighs to cup her peachy asscheeks.
She breaks away from Marco, her eyes wide. “I thought you were both gay.”
I chuckle. “We’re bi, bambina.”
She jams her hands into her armpits. “I need to sit down…”

SC Daiko, aka Siobhan, is a British author of fast-paced bestselling contemporary romance, erotic romance and romantic suspense. When she isn’t writing or looking after guests, Siobhan loves to swim in the sea, travel around Europe, sample different food and enjoy local wine. She has worked in the City of London and taught languages in a Welsh high school before moving to Italy, where she now lives with her husband, a Havanese puppy, a wild kitten and two elderly cats. Nothing makes Siobhan happier than connecting with readers and fellow authors.

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SAVAGE DOM: A DARK ROMANCE (SAVAGE ISLAND BOOK 1)
 
USA Today bestselling author Jane Henry delivers a fast-paced, high-stakes novel of survival, suspense, and heart-breaking passion with SAVAGE DOM, book one in the utterly captivating Savage Island duet.
He was one of six.
The biggest, the bravest, the most brutal.
Programed to discipline.
Dominate
Destroy.
It’s a fight to the death
Only one will survive.
But there’s one complication….
Me.
Please note: Savage Dom is book one in the Savage Island duet and ends with “happy for now.” Book two, Savage Love, completes the Savage Island duet. This book includes elements of violence and kinky, sexual scenes. If this offends you, please do not read.

 

 

She walks toward me, and without thinking, I open my arms to hug her. Thunder rolls overhead, and before she reaches me, huge drops of rain pelt down from above. She reaches me as the rain falls in sudden torrents. We both speak at the same time. The poor girl’s trembling.

“I’m sorry, I froze—”

“Those things are deadly—”

“I tried to get away—”

“It killed one of the men here.”

“You saved me, I couldn’t—”

And then she’s in my arms, soaking wet and utterly naked, and I don’t even try to stop this. She’s shaking but framing my face with her hands as I bring my mouth to hers and kiss her. Oh, Christ, it’s been so long since I kissed a woman, and never in circumstances like this. We’re soaking wet and disheveled, but stripped from every possible modern convenience, there’s nothing but raw sexual attraction.

She’s holding onto me while I frame her waist with my hands, and my God, she feels so fucking good, even soaking wet and shivering. Her skin is like silk, her body easily melding to mine. My cock’s a steel rod between us, but she’s either as turned on as I am, or she doesn’t care. She only presses herself closer to me and rocks. I slide my tongue in her mouth and skate my hands down her trim waist to the fullness of her ass.

I want to see how she responds to being dominated. Something tells me she might be an independent woman, but she won’t fight this. So I grip her ass before taking one of my hands away and when she moans, I lace my fingers through her sodden hair with one hand, and with the other, slap the fullest part of her ass.

She sighs into my mouth and draws nearer. I spank her again, and again, as I continue to kiss her, yanking her hair between my fingers. I fucking love the way she molds to me like this, as if welcoming me to do more. I bring my hands to her underarms and hoist her into my arms. Her legs wrap around my torso, my cock pressed up against her ass. Christ, I want to fuck her right this minute. With her still holding onto me, our lips still joined together.

My need for her is so strong, I can’t think, I can’t speak. I need in this woman, and now.

I lay her on the ground and she yields to me, moaning when I pull my mouth off hers and trail my tongue from her neck to her collarbone. On instinct, I wrap my fingers around her neck, feeling the way her pulse quickens on my palm while I cup her pussy with my other hand.

“I want to own this pussy,” I say in a ragged whisper. Her eyes widen and her lips part when I flex my hand on her neck. I shove my hand between her legs and spread her thighs. She’s dripping wet in more ways than one. I effortlessly glide my fingers through her folds until she’s grinding against my hand.

“Fucking gorgeous,” I say in a low rumble, working her pussy while I look her over. Jesus, how I want to fuck her. I drop my mouth to one breast and lap at her nipple while I finger her, reminding her who’s in charge of this with gentle pressure to her neck. She moans and bucks her pussy against my hand. I suck in a nipple, suckling for a moment before giving it a harsh nip with my teeth.

She gasps, though it’s muted with my hold on her. I release her nipple and lap the hardened bud with the flat of my tongue, circling to stimulate her. She moans and whimpers. I release her neck and move my hands to her wrists, cuffing them.

“Stay there,” I whisper. “Do exactly as I say, or I’ll punish you.”

Her eyes look a little frightened, but her body vibrates with need. There are little pink fingerprints on her neck where I choked her, her hair wild and crazy from being pulled.

I’m drawn to her in a way I can’t control, a way I don’t understand but can’t stop. I need her like I need to fucking breathe.

“I need to fuck you,” I whisper. “I need to fuck you now.”

“We shouldn’t,” she whispers, but then she’s moaning and spreading her legs like she can’t stop herself either.

I line my cock at her entrance and tease her clit with the head, and when she’s moaning and on the cusp of climax, I plunge myself into her. She sighs deliciously and opens her legs wide.

“Fuck me,” she says through gritted teeth. I place one hand on her neck again and gently squeeze, holding both wrists in my other hand, and shove my cock in her channel. Christ, it feels amazing. I don’t even remember the last time I had a woman. I do know it was way before I even set foot on this island. She’s so tight I groan, building a rhythm, oblivious to where we are or what we’re doing, our only focus chasing our ecstasy.

I thrust and her head goes back with a moan and she pulls on her wrists, but I hold fast.

“Fuck me, you’re gorgeous,” I manage to rasp out. I thrust again, harder, and she screams, but it doesn’t stop me. Again, I thrust and again she moans, her legs wrapped around my torso anchoring me to her. I pull my cock out so the very head is at her center, and slam into her again, loving the way she writhes on the edge of bliss, loving the way her pussy milks my cock, loving the momentary reprieve from all responsibility as I do what I’ve been created to do, what I have to do. This woman was mine from the moment she set foot on this island.

I close my eyes when her keening moans increase and her pussy clenches on me. She’s on the cusp of climax and I’m on her heels. She throws her head back with reckless abandon and screams her climax when my seed lashes into her. I pump my hips and claim her body, marking her with my come. I don’t stop until she’s sighing and panting and fully relaxed beneath me.

“Gorgeous,” I say, leaning down to plant a kiss on her cheek.

“My God, what was that?” she whispered. “I got turned on looking at you. This isn’t me. I’m not—”

“Me neither,” I tell her. We’re still entangled together. I’ve just fucked her, but I’m not sated. I want more.

“Something’s happening here,” she whispers. She looks in my eyes searchingly. Hers are a delicate, bright green.

“I know.” I don’t know what else to say, so I lean down and kiss her again.

“Dear God,” she says, when I pull away. “This place is bewitched or something.”

“Or something,” I mutter. “Christ. Get your dress on before I fuck you again. We’ve got to get up to the shelter and secure things before nightfall.”

She pulls away reluctantly, jumping back in the water to clean off but I don’t look this time. I can’t. If I do, I don’t trust myself not to fuck her again.

 

USA Today bestselling author Jane Henry pens stern but loving alpha heroes, feisty heroines, and emotion-driven happily-ever-afters. She writes what she loves to read: kink with a tender touch. Jane is a hopeless romantic who lives on the East Coast with a houseful of children and her very own Prince Charming.
Connect with Jane at http://janehenryromance.com
 

 

 

Release Tour

Title: Run With It
Series: MacAteer Brothers #1
Author: ML Nystrom
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: February 1, 2020
Cover Designer: BookSmith Design

 

The struggle is real. Beverly spends so much of her time juggling her four kids, a dead-beat ex, and two jobs that she never has time for herself or another man in her life.

 

 

 

Then Connor moves in next door.

 

Connor is healing from a hard break from his family and is working to find his own identity. He has no interest in joining another one.
Then he meets his neighbor.
Two people building new lives. Two people with no time or energy for love. Bev and Connor are determined to stick to their plans, but life has other ideas—now they just have to run with it.
“Run With It” is a Dragon Runners motorcycle romance spin-off, featuring Connor from “Stud.”

 

 


The man turned and looked at the wide front porch where my kids were holding the welcome wagon. Just my luck to have them squabbling loudly when our new neighbor was moving in. As we moved to the driveway, I noticed he was a large man, broad and solid. I wore “mom” jeans with elastic at the waist, sneakers and an oversized hoodie with a picture of our school mascot peeling from age. My hair sat scraped back in its usual ponytail and any scrap of makeup I had on from earlier today had worn off hours ago.

Please don’t be handsome too, please don’t be handsome too, I prayed. It would be more of my luck to have a real hottie move in when I looked every bit of my age.

“I blocked you in, didn’t I?” His voice was deep and slightly accented. Ya ain’t from around here, are ya? floated through my mind in a deep Southern twang. 

“Um… yeah. We were just leaving for the football game and you’re makin’ us late.” Mattie spoke up. Not a shy bone in that kid’s body.

“Mattie, don’t be rude.”

The man didn’t seem to mind my son’s bold statement. “Sorry about that lad. I didn’t realize you were leaving. Get on in your car there and I’ll move my truck for you. Yeah?”

As I got closer, his dark hair came into view and the lower half of his face sported a short beard of the same color. He wasn’t classically handsome, but he certainly wasn’t bad to look at either. His bright green eyes had small lines that radiated from them, making him around my age. He was definitely rugged and his tanned skin made me think he worked outdoors a lot.

“That’s very fair Mr.-?” I hedged.

“MacAteer. The name’s Connor MacAteer.
ML Nystrom had stories in her head since she was a child. All sorts of stories of fantasy, romance, mystery and anything else that captured her interest. A voracious reader, she’s spent many hours devouring books; therefore, she found it only fitting she should write a few herself!

 

 

 

ML has spent most of my life as a performing musician and band instrument repair technician, but that doesn’t mean she’s pigeon-holed into one mold. She’s been a university professor, belly dancer, craftsperson, soap maker, singer, rock band artist, jewelry maker, lifeguard, swim coach, and whatever else she felt like exploring. As one of her students said to her once, “Life’s too short to ignore the opportunities.” She has no intention of ever stopping… so welcome to her story world. She hopes you enjoy it!

 

 

 

 
 
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Title: Dirty Girls
Author: Lily White
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release Date: January 29, 2020
They were the boys any good girl knew to avoid.
Rich and privileged.
Gorgeous and cruel.
The poster boys for rebellion…their tongues so sharp they cut to the bone.
 
We worshipped them despite their dangerous games.
We laughed even as we cried.
 
It was all fun and games until the first dirty girl died.
 
Now, as the bodies pile up, I believe I can endure their wicked ways. Only time will tell if I’ll escape.
 
Because when wealthy boys are accustomed to getting everything they want, not even the lives of those around them are too high an asking price.
Warning: This book is a dark romance. If you are looking for a sweet and tender story, you won’t find it here.

“Lily White at it again, she likes to whip you with suspense, choke you with mystery, and keep you guessing until very end!” ~Amazon review

“… a fascinating, disturbing, intriguing and thought provoking read.” ~Amazon Review

I was putting distance between us with each step, the numbers growing faint until I barely heard ten. They had to be a good distance away, but I didn’t think it would be enough.

Already, thin branches had grabbed at my hair and ripped individual strands from my head. My feet had stumbled over stones on the ground and roots that were growing too high up.

Every so often, thick patches of bushes would block my way, causing me to turn left or right to avoid them.

I was engulfed in darkness, the moon and stars hidden above the canopy of trees, and eventually the forest around me grew silent. I could only hear my heavy breathing. But I didn’t stop. Didn’t turn to see if I could hear footsteps behind me, didn’t slow down to give myself even a second to catch my breath. I just kept going without concern for where I would end up, as long as it was away from them.

For a moment I believed that I’d somehow outrun them, but when a tree blocked my path and I had to dodge to avoid it, a hand slapped at my arm causing me to scream.

I turned again and ran in a different direction with deep laughter booming from where I had been.

I was being corralled, but still I kept running, even when my body wanted to give out.

 

 

 

 

Lily White is a romance writer who likes to dabble on the taboo side of eroticism. She is most known for her Masters Series, Target This, Wishing Well, and Asylum. In addition to dark romance Lily writes contemporary romance, taboo romance, and psychological thrillers. Lily enjoys stretching her writing muscles by continuing to challenge herself with each book she publishes.

 

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Title: Hard Work
Series: A Cook Brothers Novel
Author: BJ Harvey
Genre: Co-Worker, Unrequited Love, House Flipping RomCom
Release Date: January 30, 2020

Having watched his brothers meet their match, Cohen Cook is feeling something he never anticipated—envy.
 
With a demanding job, and helping his brothers with their biggest flip project yet, he doesn’t have time to sleep with, let alone date, anyone.
 
Skye Rossi is a free spirit. She’s a take-her-as-you-see-her woman who works hard and plays hard, but the person she wants to play with friend-zoned her the minute they met.
 
When sparks fly between Cohen and Skye, the only way forward is to propose a mutually beneficial arrangement that no one knows about.
 
Besides, what’s the harm in a few orgasms between best friends?
 

“This series just keeps getting better and better!”

 

“Fan-flipping-tastic that’s what this book is, holy mother of god do I love these Cook men.” 

 

“It is basically the perfect romance.”

 

“This series just keeps getting better and better!” 

 

“This entire series is some of BJ Harvey’s best work to date.”

 

“Do you think living in the same building and working together is going to be too much?”

“If I thought it would be, I wouldn’t have said yes when Jamie suggested it,” I say with a shrug. “It’s not like we don’t spend time outside of work together already.”

“But… not like this. You’re literally two flights of stairs away.”

“Do you have a problem with it? I didn’t exactly ask before springing it on you.”

“It’s fine. We’re fine. Everything is fine,” she rambles. “I’m just in one of my weird overthinking, worst-case-scenario, the-world-may-end-tomorrow kind of moods.” She waves her hand in the air. “Just run with it, keep me fed and watered, and tell me I look pretty.”

“You’re fucking gorgeous, Skye, and you know that.”

“Well, that’s a bit much, but I’m not gonna stop you.”

“It’s true. And to take it one step further,” I say, leaning in, the smell of her perfume more potent the closer I get, “when you walked into the station tonight, I had to turn around and walk away to stop from becoming the laughing stock of the station and earning a new nickname.” A salacious grin transforms her face.

“That bad, huh?”

“That good. It’s like you purposefully forgot to do up the top button of your shirt just to flash me the blue lace underneath.”

Her eyes dance with mischief, and without even asking, I know it was all for me. She taps her chin with her index finger. “Hmm, I wonder what name you could have had.”

“Egg white,” I say.

“Okay, that’s not what I expected. Why that?”

“Stiff when well beaten.”

Skye barks out a laugh, and I join her. “What about Cocked and Loaded?”

“Or just Cocked.”

“Quick Draw?” Her lips quirk up and said cock twitches to attention. How is it that I’ve been able to control myself around Skye during the past year, but since that kiss and Skye’s declaration that sex with me could just be sex—no complications needed—I can’t get her out of my head? The genie is out of the bottle, and that stubborn bastard refuses to go back inside.

“And I think that’s a sign we should change the subject.”

BJ Harvey is the USA Today Bestselling Author of the Bliss Series. She regards herself as a smut peddler, suspense conjurer, and a funny romance thinker upper. An avid music fan, you will always find her singing some hit song badly and loving every minute of it. She’s a wife, a mom to two beautiful tweenagers, is a proud born and bred Kiwi and currently lives in Perth, Western Australia.

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Title: Rocco
Series: Reed Security Series
Author: Giulia Lagomarsino
Genre: Contemporary Security Romance
Release Date: March 16, 2020

 

Rocco has his world all wrapped up in a neat package. He has a job that he loves and his daughter, the best thing that’s ever happened to him. And he has his rules. These rules keep the order and balance in his life and the women where they should be. But he never counted on Brooke, and she’s about to turn his world upside down. 

 

Brooke never had the typical love life. She tried to have it all, but there was always something that held her back from committing. Until Gary. Gary was…not really important. But being with him led her to Rocco in the most unusual way, and now she’s about to find out all about his rulebook.

 

Rules for Sexual Encounters:“You were serious? You actually have a rulebook?”

“I don’t joke around about stuff like this. I think it’s best for both of us to go in with guidelines laid out about what we want out of this. This is for the occasional f*ck. If we decide to take it beyond that, I have a revised version of this.”

I looked down at the paper and read through the rules that he laid out.

1. Condoms will be used during all sexual encounters, regardless of the fact that the woman may be on birth control. No exceptions.
2. The woman does not have bed rights after sexual encounters and will leave within ten minutes of sexual encounter ending.

“You kick your women out of bed ten minutes after you finish f*cking them?”

“What’s wrong with that? We both got what we wanted. There’s no point in dragging it out. That just confuses the situation. Besides, I work early in the morning. I need my sleep.”

“Right, and a half hour would make all the difference in the world,” I said sarcastically.

“Are you telling me that you’ve never screwed someone and then wondered why the hell they were hanging around?”

“Well, no. I mean, of course there are times that you just want the other person to leave. It’s just that it’s hard to kick someone out.”

“That’s why they agree to this. If I want her to stick around, I’ll ask her to. But by doing this, I’ve eliminated the awkwardness of the goodbye.”

“No, you’ve eliminated having to ask her to leave. If anything, the goodbye is going to be even more f*cking awkward because you’re putting such tight time constraints on her leaving.”

He shrugged. “It gets the job done.”

This guy had some serious issues that I didn’t even want to get into. I looked back at the paper and continued reading.

3. The woman does not have washing rights after sexual encounters. 

“What the hell are washing rights? Like, I’m not allowed to clean up afterward?”

“You are, just not with me. I will not be washing you in any way. I won’t bring you a washcloth or wipe you down like they do in those stupid romance novels.”

“And you read many of those?”

“No, but some of the women do. Believe me, I’ve been informed what men in those novels do, and they aren’t men. Bunch of pu$$ies.”

“Okay, so, no washing rights. Got it.”

4. If asked to stay longer, the woman does not automatically gain bed rights, washing rights, coffee rights, or house rights.

“Okay, this may seem like a stupid question, but what are coffee rights and house rights?”

“Well, that part needs some adjustment since we’re living together. Basically, it means that if I do ask you to stay the night, you don’t automatically get to help yourself to coffee in the morning. Nor do you get to wander around my house and look at all my stuff.”

“Wow,” I said, not wanting to touch that with a ten foot pole.

“Hey, I just like there to be boundaries.”


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I’m a stay at home mom that loves to read. Some of my favorite titles are Pride and Prejudice, Harry Potter, Lord of the Rings, and Horatio Hornblower. I started writing when I was trying to come up with suggestions on ways I could help bring in some extra money. I came up with the idea that I could donate plasma because you could earn an extra $500/month. My husband responded with, “No. Find something else. Write a blog. Write a book.” I didn’t think I had anything to share on blog that a thousand other mothers hadn’t already thought of. I decided to take his challenge seriously and sat down to write my first book, Jack. I was surprised at how much I enjoyed writing. From there, the stories continued to flow and I haven’t been able to stop. I hope my readers enjoy my books as much as I enjoy writing them. Between reading, writing, and taking care of three small kids, my days are quite full.

 

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Audible Release/Excerpt

Title: The Five
Author: Lily White
Genre: Dark Romance/Romantic Suspense
Narrators: Rose Dioro and Jason Clarke
This is not your average love story….
Every man who meets Rainey wants her. Having lived a life of sex, drugs, and manipulation, she is a temptation with far too many secrets.
 
When psychologist, Justin Redding, is assigned to Rainey’s case, he has no way of knowing the tale of debauchery he will encounter.
On a twisted path of love, loss, and murder, Rainey leads Justin through the events of her life.
Death follows Rainey…. Justin fights to discover her secrets….
But will he discover the secret of The Five in time to resist Rainey’s ultimate seduction?
 
Warning: This book deals with sensitive subject matters that may be upsetting for some listeners.

“No, Rainey. Let me look at you. I love looking at you. Even when I close my eyes, all I see is you.”
I dropped my arms, my legs trembling. This was Rowan, the sweet, kindhearted boy I loved. Yet, in that moment I feared him. The adrenaline was wearing off and I was suddenly so cold.
His lips parted as he stared at me, those blue eyes I knew so well slowly taking in my body as heat blazed behind them. He’d grown so large, twice my size at least, and it had never occurred to me how strong he was until now. Nobody would pick on him anymore. Not without getting their asses handed to them in a fight.
“Can I touch you, Rainey?” His eyes lifted to mine. “Is that all right? For me to touch you?”
“Always,” I whispered, unable to put any strength in my voice. “You can always touch me.”
He stepped forward and I stepped back out of instinct. He would never hurt me. Not Rowan. But what I saw in him now was the predator that had always lingered just beneath the surface. He wasn’t a monster like his family or David. Not him. He was something else entirely.
Pain shot through his eyes when I moved, his hands fisting at his sides. “Do I scare you now?”
Shaking my head, I forced my mouth to move. “No. It’s just -“
“Just what?”
“You’re different, Rowan. A man, I guess. You’ve grown.”
Blue eyes held mine, the darkness in them seeping away, but not entirely. His lips pulled into a tight smile. “You need a man. I’ve become exactly what you need. For you, Rainey. Not anybody else. Just for you.”
I drew in a rattling breath. “Touch me.”
Rowan moved forward and I held my ground, craning my neck to look up at him. He was shaking, his skin so cold that I knew I had to fix him somehow. “Rowan?”
“Yeah?”

 

“Will you kiss me?”

 

Lily White is a romance writer who likes to dabble on the taboo side of eroticism. She is most known for her Masters Series, Target This, Wishing Well, and Asylum. In addition to dark romance Lily writes contemporary romance, taboo romance, and psychological thrillers. Lily enjoys stretching her writing muscles by continuing to challenge herself with each book she publishes.

 

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