Release Tour

Title: Imogen: A Dark Romantic Thriller
Author: R.B. O’Brien
Genre: Romantic Thriller
Release Date: February 25, 2019

 

 

 

He was her enemy. She was his war spoils. He promised to try to keep her safe, but could he keep her safe from falling in love with the very man she should despise?
Imogen: A Dark Romantic Thriller is a story full of twists, where two flawed people are thrust into a dystopian world by no choice of their own. Captured and taken prisoner by the enemy on her wedding night, Imogen must find strength to survive her frightening new existence where her fate and safety hang in the balance daily. One false move could have dire consequences.
As the lines of good and evil become blurred, Imogen struggles between hopes of freedom with that of her growing love for the man she should hate. He very well may have captured her heart, but has she captured his? Or will she discover she doesn’t know who this man is at all?

 

 

R.B. O’Brien has always been drawn to the more taboo side of storytelling, even as a young adult, from hiding books from strict Catholic parents as a teen to getting lost in the erotic sections of bookstores for hours.

 

She is best known for her three published erotic romances, Thorne, Edge of Torment and Imogen. Much of her work explores the darker, sensual nature of relationships, those riddled with the reality of insecurities and human folly, often exposing the vulnerability, emotional turmoil, and occasional pain that can come from losing oneself in the heat of passion.
O’Brien holds a degree in English literature and teaches for a living in the Northeast, USA. She is the founding member of The Nu Romantics, a poet, a professor, a writer, a dancer, and a die-hard romantic known for her poetry prompts on social media including #writingromancelines, #sixwords, and #foundpoetry. O’Brien also has a profound affection for Shakespeare and beyond that, writes. Every chance she gets. Ruin My Lipstick is her first poetry collection.

 

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Release Tour

Title: Envy
Series: Sins of Seven – Book Six
Author: Dani René
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release Date: February 8, 2019
Seven Sins had nothing for me anymore.
That is until she walked in.
Eliana doesn’t remember me, she wouldn’t.
Taken from me years ago, I had no choice but to say goodbye.
It’s time to right the wrongs of the past.
But there are secrets woven into our lives that will soon spill over.
I’d always envied my brother. We were always at war.
But now it’s time to ask for his help.
To put our differences aside and save the girl I love.

 

“The sixth novel in the Sins of Seven series, Envy, is dark, edgy, sinfully seductive, and totally twisted. Author Dani Rene writes an intricate story infused with mystery and suspense meant to keep you guessing.” – She Who Breathes, Reads

“A dark, suspenseful read….with plenty of heat.. this is the disturbing story of Eliana and Asher who are set on a path of revenge and destruction..” – Goodreads Reviewer

“Oh my gosh!! I don’t know how to put my thoughts into words but this is definitely my most favorite book of this series. It is everything and more!” – Goodreads Reviewer

Dani is an international bestselling author of a mix of various genres, from romantic suspense to dark erotic romance and even BDSM romance. She loves to delve into the raw, emotional journeys her characters venture on, and enjoys the dark, edgy, and sensual scenes that fill the pages of her books. Dani’s stories are seductive with a deviant edge with feisty heroines and dominant alphas. 


Dani lives in the beautiful city of Cape Town, and is a proud member of the Romance Writer’s Organization of South Africa (ROSA) and the Romance Writers of America (RWA). She has a healthy addiction to reading, TV series, music, tattoos, chocolate, and ice cream.


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Release Tour

Title: Lasts
Series: Cape Hill #2
Author: C.L. Matthews
Genre: Erotic Romance
Release Date: November 21, 2018
 

 

Él es de otra.

 

He’s married. He’s forbidden, but I want him.
Knowing what can never be kills me.
No podemos desafiar al destino, estamos destinados el uno para el otro.
 
 
Ella está con él. 
Pero él no es digno de ese amor, y ella siempre será mi vida.
I’ll burn the entire world to the ground until she rights her wrongs.
This will end with us, and she knows it.
 

After Firsts I was hooked, after Lasts I’m addicted!
CL Matthews can melt my kindle any day. She has a way with taboo that just leaves you wanting more. Lasts was not enough! – Book Boyfriend Whoarder

I thought I was ready for Lasts. It turns out I had no idea. This book was so good! – Kate Tinnin, Goodreads Reviewer

A love so strong that drove these characters to be intertwined in their paths, we follow a story with glimpses of a past where I greedily took everything C.L Matthews shared with us. Truly this author has created something with more than a romance but a tale where the journey breaks all taboos. – Gizel Alvarez, Goodreads Reviewer

 

C.L. Matthews resides in Utah, the state with the best snow on earth. She is not a fan of the snow but loves her state just the same. She is known for her swag business and creative pieces. C.L. Matthews is a swag maker, reader, and a fairly new author, it isn’t an easy task but she wants to succeed in many things. Her hobbies consist of crafting, drinking coffee until she can’t consume any more, and reading until she falls asleep with books in her lap. C.L. Matthews is married to her childhood best friend, she got her happily ever after.

 

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Release Tour

Title: Hold Me
Series: Music for the Heart – Book 1
Author: Faith Starr
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: September 30, 2018
Joey has a knack for writing songs that make women swoon. It’s no wonder his band, Steam, is burning up the alternative charts.
Teva is into her studies and career. She has no time for romance or the drama that comes along with it. Until she lays eyes on Joey at a meet and greet contest her friend won.
Sparks fly between Joey and Teva. 
One night of fun with a rock star wouldn’t hurt anybody. Would it? 
It might if the sparks don’t fizzle out like Joey and Teva anticipate. 
How can two people who live completely different lives make a relationship work? Is their passion enough to withstand the pressures of fame, distance, family-struggles, and possible career changes?
Hold Me is Book One in the Music For The Heart Series. All books in the series can be read as standalones but are best read in sequence. All of Faith Starr’s books have Happily Ever After endings.
 
*Note to Reader: This book contains sensitive material and adult themes. It is recommended for those over 18

JOEY’S POV
“The show was incredible. Thank you again for all you’ve done for us tonight. Highly unnecessary but greatly appreciated.”“The night’s not over yet.” The words sort of just slipped out of my mouth. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from her. God, her skin was like porcelain. The touch of makeup she wore only highlighted the sapphire twinkle in her eyes, and the soft shade of pink lipstick filled out her full lips. Fuck, she was ten times prettier up close. A natural beauty, to say the least.

 

 

 

TEVA’S POV
Joey studied me. “I see the wheels turning in your head.”
“You don’t know me well enough to see the wheels turning.” I kept my voice calm, trying not to act defensive.
“And you don’t know me well enough to make judgments about my character based on generalizations you have preset in your mind.”
He caught me off guard with his brilliant insight. “You’re right. You’ve impressed me yet again.”
“Again? You mean I’ve been working my ass off to impress you, only to find out I didn’t need to try?”
“Not in the way you think.” I smiled.

 
 
MEET FAITH STARR
When I’m not managing my husband’s medical practice or taking care of things for one of my three kids, I love writing romance fiction.
There is absolutely nothing like getting into the minds of my characters, bringing them to life, and giving them a life of their own with all the emotions that go along with it. I am swept away, head over heels in love, with each and every alpha male I create and the confident women who steal their hearts.
Being a romantic at heart, with a bit of a dirty mind, I relish creating stories that touch upon readers’ heartstrings, provoke thought, and hopefully provide a bit of insight into some heavy topics.
 
Being married for over twenty-two years ─ holy cow, how time flies ─ I honestly believe in “Once Upon a Time” and “Happily Ever After” endings because I found mine. Aww, I know, so mushy. But that’s me, a softie with a big heart. A bit of a nut too.
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Release Tour

Title: Maz 
Series: Westside Skulls MC Book 6
Author: Jessie Cooke
Genre: MC Romance
Release Date: October 1, 2018
 
Maz always knew he wasn’t the best-looking guy in the room, but he was okay with that. He was big and tough, and he fitted right in with his brothers at the Westside Skulls. He loved his job there as an enforcer. He came from a good family, and despite some struggles overcoming feelings of abandonment he had from being left by his biological mother when he was just a baby, he really had nothing to complain about…except that he was lonely. Being average-looking wasn’t what kept Maz lonely. He didn’t need the piercing blue eyes of Dax Marshall or the smoldering dark good looks of his club’s SA Bruf. He attracted many women…he had a secret weapon. Maz’s first language was French, and American women were drawn to his accent. Maz could take almost any woman in the room home with him if he wanted to…but his other secret was what made him so lonely. Maz had the anatomy of a porn star, and one look at his equipment sent most women scrambling for the door. He’d almost given up on finding a woman who would fall in love with him and be able to handle him in bed as well, when Marissa walked into his life.
 

 

Marissa spent most of her adult life taking care of her diabetic mother and she wasn’t looking for anything other than a plane ticket to the East Coast and time to travel, when Maz came into her life. She tried to deny it, but the chemistry was much too overwhelming and the two of them clicked, over almost everything…most especially in bed. Marissa was certain she’d found her soulmate and Maz seemed to think the same thing too…until suddenly he left town, taking an assignment for his club two thousand miles away that might not see him making it home.

 

 

 

 

Marissa wants to know why Maz ran. Maz doesn’t want to know the old family secret he discovered. Will the star-crossed lovers find their way back to each other…or will the explosive secret Maz now holds in his hands, destroy them both and take down two families in the process?

 

 

 

 

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Book 6 in the Westside Skulls MC Series. 

 


This is a Standalone Romance Novel but characters from this story, will appear in future books in the series.

 

 

HEA and No cliffhanger.

 

 

Intended for Mature Readers.

 

 

 

 

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The Westside Skulls MC Series is about members of the MC club, their friends and associates. 

 


Each story, while focused around one main character, is not necessarily about a Westside Skulls club member, but the story is related to Skulls members and the club.

 

 


 
 
“Oh, fuck no! No way. You’re not touching me with that thing! Jesus, you need to find yourself a porn star if you want a woman to touch that.” Chelsea scrambled off the bed as if maybe Maz had pulled out a rat, or a snake. Of course, that was what he’d named it, the snake. She was staring at him from across the room now with her chest heaving and her big blue eyes filled with fear. Maz was disappointed, but not surprised. He had hoped this one would be different, but he’d been disappointed so many times before that he was used to it.Maz had only just met Chelsea a few hours before in a club that he’d found on his way back from a ride to Merced. He’d gone to pick something up for Wolf, and Wolf had given him extra cash for a motel room so that he didn’t have to make the ride in one day. The club was downstairs from his room and he could hear the music booming as soon as he’d walked into the lobby earlier. He’d taken a shower and left his kutte in his hotel room before going downstairs with one thing on his mind. Maz was proud to be a part of the Westside Skulls, but sometimes the colors got people all worked up…and tonight he didn’t want to fight, he wanted…no, scratch that, he needed…to fuck.

For the past month and a half Maz had been embroiled in an exclusive and intensely unsatisfying relationship with his right hand. He needed hot flesh, someone else’s flesh. He needed curves and big breasts in his face. He needed a tight, wet pussy wrapped around his cock…and he was hoping tonight he could find that.

He walked into the loud, dark club and took a seat at the bar. The club was so crowded that Maz could hardly hear himself think. He’d only been there a few minutes when a fifty-something blonde with a nice body sat next to him and started talking. He was only able to make out every fourth or fifth word she was saying, but that was okay with him, he wasn’t there for the titillating conversation. He smiled at her and nodded in what he hoped were the right places. She seemed interested in him, which was a good thing, and she was sober, which was even better. Yep…unless she had a dick underneath that short dress she was wearing, she’d do just fine…he hoped.

“So, then I moved to California!” She was suddenly yelling in his ear and he realized the loud music had stopped. She giggled. “Oh, I’m sorry. I probably broke your eardrum.”

Maz smiled. He wasn’t movie star good-looking like Ash, or mysterious and overly masculine like Wolf…or even sulky and dark like Sledge. He was simply average, in his opinion. He was the kind of guy that most women could pass on the street and not be able to pick out of a lineup twenty minutes later. But he could work with that, thanks to his beloved maman.

“My eardrum is just fine, belle femme.” The blonde’s eyes widened, and he saw her go from semi-interested to full-on lust in seconds. His accent was his secret weapon.

When he was a year and a half old, his dad had married a French woman. She had moved to New Orleans earlier, seeking a new life after having her heart broken in Paris. Maz’s father had been there to pick up the pieces. His stepmother Elise turned out to be the best thing that ever happened to Maz and his father. The baby boy had been abandoned by his mother and left with a father who loved him but had no idea what to do with a baby. Maz’s aunt told him stories when he got older about how frightened his father was to even touch him when he was little. She lived on the West Coast, and they lived in New Orleans, and Maz’s father would routinely call her at 2 a.m., begging her to fly out and help him. He’d tried and tried to hire a live-in nanny, but every time the applicants found out that he was a single father, they disappeared. Maz’s dad was a big guy…huge, as a matter of fact…so the women’s reluctance to move into his home with him was understandable, but to Maz’s detriment.

By the time his father met Elise, Maz was grossly overweight, not talking at all, and barely walking. Elise had stepped in and taken over, and within a year she had the boy off the bottle, slimmed down to a healthy weight, running, not just walking…and talking up a storm. Of course, his father couldn’t understand a word he said, because he was talking in French. He’d had to learn English as his second language when he started school and it had left him with a strong accent, one that women adored.

“What a lovely accent,” she said. “French?”

“Oui.” She actually shuddered. Yeah, this one was definitely interested…at least for now.

“What’s your name?” she asked.

“Maz, what’s yours?”

“Maz…I’ve never heard that before. Is it French?”

“Oui,” he lied. His name was Zane Zimmerman. The guys in the club had renamed him Maz and he liked it. Zane was too connected to his past, and he was happy to leave it there.

“I’m Chelsea.”

Maz lifted her hand off the bar and brought it to his lips. “Honore de vous rencontrer belle.” He could feel the heat coming off her body as her face flushed, and she let out a little gasp and he knew he had her. Only one drink later and a quick spin around the dance floor, where he was careful to keep his hardening cock from brushing up against her, he had her back up in his room and the little skirt around her ankles.

He was sitting on the bed, still fully clothed, and he had her standing in front of him…gloriously naked. For an older woman, she had a smoking hot body, and his cock was aching. He reached up with one hand and hooked it behind her head, pulling her down in a deep, sexy kiss. She moaned into his mouth and when she broke the kiss and stood, she put her hands in his curly black hair and pulled his face to her breasts. He began to feast hotly on them, licking her smooth flesh and nibbling on her nipples. She liked it when he used the sides of his teeth to scrape along the outside of the nipple, judging by the moans and soft curses escaping from her lips. He reached between her legs as he suckled on her other nipple and found her sopping-wet pussy. He began to stroke it lightly, up and down her puffy lips, lightly skimming her clit from time to time and making her whimper. He kissed his way from her breasts down her belly, licking around her bellybutton as she pushed his head down lower.

He could feel her getting wetter while he stroked her and just before his mouth reached her mound, he slid a finger up inside of her. She cried out and arched her back so that her pelvis was tipped in his direction. He pushed another calloused finger up inside of her. She was fucking tight, and as excited as that thought made him, he knew it also didn’t bode well for how the rest of the night might go. He shook that thought off when his tongue reached her mound and he could smell her sex and how badly she wanted him.

He stood up and deftly avoided her hand, which was reaching toward the massive bulge in his jeans. He wasn’t ready to find out just yet what she was going to think of it. He nudged her down so she was sitting on the bed and then, dropping to his knees, he picked up her legs and threw them over his broad shoulders. She cried out as soon as his face descended on her pussy. Her hands went to her breasts as she lifted her hips even higher to meet his mouth and she twisted, pinched, and pulled on her own nipples. Maz let his tongue come out and he licked her from one end of her beautiful, smooth pussy to the other. She took her right hand off her breast and reached down and used it to open up her lips to him. One thing he did love about older women…they weren’t shy about their bodies. They knew what they wanted, what they liked…and they went for it.

Maz opened his mouth and covered the entire opening of her pussy with it. He began to lick at the sensitive skin on the insides of her lips, probing her opening with his tongue, teasing her. She moved her left hand down too and with that one she wrapped his hair around her fingers and pushed his face in even deeper. He moved it back and forth, tickling her with the light stubble on his chin. She was breathing heavily and making loud noises. He didn’t care if the whole floor heard them; if she let him fuck her, he was sure it wouldn’t be quiet. It was going to be quick and he wasn’t going to be gentle…he knew that already, simply because he needed it so fucking badly.

Chelsea tightened the muscles in her legs and used them as leverage to raise her hips up and down…fucking herself against his face. He pushed his tongue up inside of her as far as it would go and pressed his nose against her engorged clit. She was getting louder and more excited, ripping at his hair so hard that he wasn’t sure he’d have any left by the time he was finished. When her body tightened up she let out a scream that was nothing but lust, and satisfaction. He felt the warm gush of her orgasm and he continued to lick and suck lightly until she began to relax and her legs, up on his shoulders, began to quiver. He lifted his head and looked at her face. She was flushed, and her eyes were dilated…she was drunk with lust…now was the time. He gently took her legs off his shoulders and lowered them, and then he stood up and pulled off his shirt. She sat up and ran her hand over the tattoo on his chest. It was a cross being held by a pair of praying hands and the words “Carpe Diem” were emblazoned across it. Maz had learned a long time ago how to seize the day, and it was one of his favorite sayings. And right then, he wanted to seize the moment.

He lay down next to her on the bed and said, “Chelsea, I want to fuck you so badly.”

She rolled over to face him and put her hands on either side of his face, pulling him in for a passionate kiss. She raised one leg and draped it over his hip and then he felt her rub herself against the front of his jeans…against his throbbing cock. That was the first sign that his night wasn’t going to end on the note he’d been hoping for. She’d looked up at his face and said, “Damn, that’s a huge bulge.”

He smiled and said, “Objects in the jeans are larger than they appear.” He thought it was funny, but all he’d gotten from her was a polite chuckle.

She moved her leg and said, “Are you going to take them off…the jeans?”

He couldn’t stall any longer, and truth be told, he didn’t want to. God, he needed to feel himself buried inside of the woman. He wouldn’t tell her, but any woman, really. He just needed to fuck, the good old-fashioned way. He unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans and when he pushed them down and she saw the top of his cock protruding from his shorts, that was when her eyes had grown wide. When he pushed down his shorts and she saw the full monte…all ten and a half extremely fat inches of him…the start of another frustratingly lonely night began.

 

Jessie Cooke writes hot romance novels about tough guys, bad boys, bikers, fighters and lovers and the women of strong character who tame them.

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Release Tour

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

 

 

 

“YOU’RE AT MY MERCY NOW, AMORE.”
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.

 

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Release Tour

Title: Sweet Southern Summer
Series: Georgia Peaches #3
Author: Colbie Kay & Chianti Summers
Genre: Romantic Comedy
Release Date: August 24, 2018

This summer, fireworks will explode for Cayden Fisher. 
 
Brody left his southern roots and the girl he loves for college in California, but he couldn’t stay away. He’s back and ready to get his girl, however, it won’t be as easy as he thought with another man standing in his way.
 
There’s more to Zac than what everyone sees. They all know him to be the easy going, funny guy, but they aren’t aware of the dark past that has burrowed its way deep inside. Will he ever be able to let go in order to move on? To him, Cayden only serves as a reminder of what he needs to stay far far away from, but day by day the struggle gets harder, and it’s difficult to fight his growing desire to give in to the temptation of the third sister.
 
Cayden wants Zac, but he refuses to give into her and her wicked ways. How long is a girl supposed to chase a man until she decides it’s finally time to move on? Cayden always had an easy relationship with Brody–they were friends with benefits–but she never thought of him as anything else, anything more…until now.
 
Where will her heart lie? With the man she wants, or with the man who has always wanted her?
 
In the end, who will Cayden choose?
 

Colbie Kay was born and raised in Kansas where she still resides today with her husband, kids, and their English bulldog Rubble. In 2015 she decided to give her passion of writing a go and published her first book. As an avid reader herself, Colbie loves to write her favorite genres and has so many authors that have inspired her. 
Colbie is a stay at home mom to her two wonderful kids. When she is not writing she loves to sit down with a good book and read. Loving her readers, Colbie hopes to one day meet all of you at book signings.

Chianti Summers is a military spouse, a mother, a lover of music and wine. She is also passionate about sports and that is why she pursued and obtained her degree in Sports Medicine. 

She decided to take a chance on writing in 2016. One day she would love to travel to Italy and mark it off her bucket list. Until that day comes she will continue to be taken away by reading and writing with a nice glass of wine.

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