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Thursday, March 30, 2017

Release & Review ~ Guardian by Remy Blake

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GUARDIAN
by
Remy Blake
Release Date: March 30th
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SYNOPSIS

The daughter of my oldest friend is now my responsibility. I expected a little girl in pigtails. What I got was a Lolita with an attitude that drives me insane, and a body that fuels every man's fantasies.

She's everywhere I turn. Tormenting me, teasing me, taunting me; wrapping herself around my every thought. Invading my life in more ways than one. Ivy Colt is my poison.

I know I shouldn't want her, but like her namesake she's an itch I need to scratch.







How about a little taboo? How about an older much experienced man has just been giving the guardianship to one of his college’s friend’s barely legal daughter? How about another short and sexy read from Remy Blake?

These two know how to collaborate and write steamy sexy book to keep you warm at night. It was a quick and easy read with a simple storyline with hot chemistry. It was taboo and erotic with no angst and steamy scenes.





EXCERPT

She clings to me like a second skin once we’re on the highway. Riding with her plastered against my back, her pussy pressed against my ass is like the best foreplay ever. I wish I could take advantage of the build up when we get home. There’s nothing I like better than to fuck after riding.
By the time I park the bike in the garage and put both helmets away, Ivy is already inside the house. Removing my boots at the door, I walk to the kitchen in search of a beer. It’s hot as hell out there, today.
Ivy’s in the kitchen drinking water from a bottle, her head tipped back exposing her smooth neck. I stop in my tracks, looking her over from her wind blown hair all the way down to her sexy little feet.
She finishes her drink and notices me there. A smile breaks out over her face and she rapidly closes the distance between us. “I had so much fun, Brock,” she smiles and throws her arms around my neck. My arms wrap around her like they have a mind of their own and my hands caress up and down the middle of her back. Each time they get dangerously close to her ass.
She lifts her head from my chest and stares at my lips. It’s an invitation that’s impossible to miss and impossible to turn down. Leaning forward, I brush our mouths together and pause, waiting for her to change her mind. Her hands on the back of my neck urge me down to kiss her again. Slamming our lips together with an out of control need, I grip strands of her hair between my fingers and hold her head in place.
Our tongues tangle and she wiggles her sexy little body against me. Her nipples brush back and forth on my chest making my cock hard as nails. My hands release her hair and trail down to cup her round ass. I scoop her up as if she weighs no more than a feather. She wraps her legs around my hips and rubs her pussy against my cock. Two steps bring me to the kitchen counter where I set her down. Our mouths never lose contact. We’ve both been fighting this attraction since day one. We kiss as if we’re starved for each other. This moment was inevitable.
Her hands slip under my t-shirt, her fingers tease my skin along the waistband of my jeans. Fuck. I want her so bad. I want to strip us both of all our clothes and impale her on my cock. I want to fuck her harder than Jude or anyone else ever has. Instead, I catch her hands in mine, pulling them behind her back. “Lean back on your palms,” I tell her, guiding them to the counter. She listens and it makes me want her even more. The position she’s in has her chest thrusting forward. Slowly, I lift her shirt and then undo her bra. Her naked tits are the hottest I’ve ever seen. The tips hard and begging for my mouth to close around them. My hands cradle her as my mouth lowers to take one nipple between my lips. She moans and arches her back more. Moving to the other nipple I suck the hard tip into my mouth and then let my tongue circle around it. “Yes,” she gasps.
My hand moves to her stomach, sliding down to toy with the button on her pants. Glancing down at her, our eyes lock and I can see she wants this as bad as I do.
“Please,” she whispers. My fingers undo the button and as my thumb and index finger grip the tab on her zipper a knock on the front door has me freezing in place.
“Don’t stop, Brock,” she begs, but the interruption has the effect of an ice bucket dumped over my head.
I shake my head. “This never should have happened.” Turning away, I leave her seated on the counter and head to the front door. Opening it I find Jude standing there.
“Hi, is Ivy here?”
I cross my arms over my chest and shake my head. Just what I fucking need. This dude sniffing around her again. “Yeah, come in.” I gesture for him to enter. “I’ll grab her for you.”
I move back toward the kitchen my pace quick. I find Ivy still sitting on the counter, but her clothes are back in place. “Jude’s here,” I say.
She smiles. “He is?” she questions her face lighting up at the thought of spending time with him. I scowl. She scoots forward and lowers herself to the floor in a rush to get to him..
“Ivy,” I call her name. She glances up at me. “Don’t let him put his hands on you.”




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ABOUT THE AUTHORS

Remy Blake is a best selling male and female author duo who paired up because two dirty minds are better than one. Bringing readers steamy, short reads, with insta lust/love and a HEA.





Review Tour ~ CO-WRECKER by Meghan Quinn


We're celebrating the release of CO-WRECKER by Meghan Quinn!


NA Romantic Comedy
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What do ice cream and Sadie Montgomery have in common? They're both ice cold, but one taste is never enough. 

I wanted to be friends — I would have even settled for her seeing me as anything but a nerd — but there was no getting through. So just like any hard-headed, red-blooded man out there, I made up my mind. 

I’d make my coworker fall for me. 

I’d like to say it was simple, but like every other epic love story, all it took was one drunken night and a lot of naked courage to get the girl. For a moment, at least.

Love with a coworker is never simple, especially since Sadie’s trying to keep us on the low. Not to mention her persistent ex-boyfriend who won’t leave her alone. But I’ve never been good at giving up, and I don’t plan to start now.

The whole thing is a recipe for a rocky road, but I plan to eat the whole gallon, no matter how bad the brain freeze.











Meghan Quinn has a way with words. She’ll make you laugh, a lot, like the full on belly laughs. But she’ll also make you feel all the kind of feels.

I suggest you don’t drink cold liquids or hot liquids or any beverages for that matter while reading Co-Wrecker. She had me laughing out loud with her witty humor and inappropriate sexual innuendos. But she also brought out the feelings making me fall absolutely in love with Sadie and Andrew.

If you know Meghan and have followed her for a while you may have heard how she met her partner. I love how she incorporated that part of her life into the book.

I couldn’t put this book down. It was sexy and inappropriate and so damn funny. And even when she had me snort giggling she made me melt for the sexy nerd and my heart break for the lost woman. She then wrapped it up in a meat little bow with the perfect ending to an absolute joy of a story.













About the Author:
Born in New York and raised in Southern California, Meghan has grown into a sassy, peanut butter eating, blonde haired swearing, animal hoarding lady. She is known to bust out and dance if "It's Raining Men" starts beating through the air and heaven forbid you get a margarita in her, protect your legs because they may be humped.

Once she started commuting for an hour and twenty minutes every day to work for three years, she began to have conversations play in her head, real life, deep male voices and dainty lady coos kind of conversations. Perturbed and confused, she decided to either see a therapist about the hot and steamy voices running through her head or start writing them down. She decided to go with the cheaper option and started writing... enter her first novel, Caught Looking.

Now you can find the spicy, most definitely on the border of lunacy, kind of crazy lady residing in Colorado with the love of her life and her five, furry four legged children, hiking a trail or hiding behind shelves at grocery stores, wondering what kind of lube the nervous stranger will bring home to his wife. Oh and she loves a good boob squeeze!


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Tuesday, March 28, 2017

Release Blitz: Back Hat Hacker by Soraya Naomi

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Black Hat Hacker ( Chicago Syndicate #6)
by Soraya Naomi
Release Date: March 28th
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SYNOPSIS

You don’t know me.
But that’s only because I don’t want you to.

I have the most lucrative job in the country as a hacker in the notorious underworld. I’ve built entire systems and destroyed evidence for career advancement while stealing and exploiting data for personal gain.
I’m the black hat hacker for the Chicago Syndicate and hold all the dirty secrets of the most powerful men in the U.S. in the palm of my hands, just a keystroke away from mass ruination.

However, no one knows my dirty secret, a decision from my past that’s just aching to blow up in my face and shatter my future. Especially when a certain wavy haired brunette begins to demand my attention with her odd ways and her carefree attitude.

She’s a woman who makes me go against everything I’ve ever believed.
A woman whom I’m forbidden from having my usual one-night stand with, even if she was available.
A woman whom I have to keep from getting herself killed, whether she likes it or not.

You don’t know me, but neither does she…yet.

A standalone novel from the Chicago Syndicate world.

From Soraya Naomi, International Bestselling Author of For Fallon and For Luca.
Novel Grounds Semi Annual Literary Awards 2014 winner of Best Breakout Novel For Fallon (Chicago Syndicate, #1).


EXCERPT

When I enter Club 7, the first thing that gets my attention is a stunning woman in a bright green blouse and tight skinny jeans that accentuate a lush, round ass. While she seductively combs her reddish-brown copper curls over one shoulder as she flirts heavily with an Italian bartender, I recognize that it’s Mary.
Although I only know her as Adriano’s little sister, I’m drawn to her tonight and stand behind her stool, planting both palms on the bar counter and caging her in, enjoying how petite she is. She’s short, but all woman. And the handful of times I’ve seen her since I initiated into her brother’s Syndicate, I’ve noticed that her smooth skin looks like it’s photoshopped.
Bending down, I whisper into her ear, “Mary, stop flirting with him before Adriano kills him.”
“Some room, please,” she chides, lifting a brow conceitedly, and my gaze strays to the beauty mark right above the corner of her plump lips.
Disregarding her statement the same way she disregarded mine, I push my chest against her back and hear her sharp intake of breath, noting that there’s something different about her today. There’s a certain sadness marring her upturned hazel eyes – that are fringed with long, dark lashes – that’s contradictory to her usual spirited expression.
Then, all of a sudden, she jumps off the stool. “Let’s dance.”
Confused by her behavior, I follow her to the dance floor, curious to see what this vixen’s endgame is.
Just as Mary turns around, she glares at me when another girl ogles me.
I pull up my shoulders. “What—”
But Mary catches me off guard by winding her arms around my neck and pressing her breasts against my chest. When she looks up at me, her smile is a little crooked and bold, as if there’s a hidden passion inside the innocent girl she portrays, waiting to be touched, waiting to be fucked. This is the first time she’s put her hands on me, and my dick hardens in response.
My arms snake around her middle, and when she peeks over my shoulder, I smoothly rotate us in a semi-circle to find a blond guy scowling at me.
He starts to move toward us, but I cock my head, mouthing, “Fuck. Off.” And I glare right back at him.
Wait a minute. Isn’t that Keano? The man Mary’s dating? So she’s using me…
Smirking, I pull her flush against me as she spins us around again, most likely to watch him.
However, I distract her when I dip my head, my lips against the shell of her ear. “Trying to make Keano jealous, Mary?”

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About Author Soraya Naomi
I read many genres but favor intense, seductive, and provocative novels where the male character loves fiercely, without remorse or boundaries. I also adore forbidden love tales and have an odd fascination with kidnapping romances. No, I don't secretly want to be kidnapped, though!
I have a passionate obsession with the written word and indulge in chocolate pastries much too often.
My debut novel For Fallon (Chicago Syndicate, #1) was released on July 26, 2014. I’m honored that For Fallon won “Best Breakout Novel 2014” in the Novel Grounds Semi Annual Literary Awards.
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Release Day Blitz ~ Belle by Anonymous Girls





Title: Belle (A Tangled Royals Book #1)
Author: Anonymous Girls
Release Date: March 21st 2017
Genre: Young Adult | New Adult | Contemporary
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Dear Reader,


Isabelle “Belle” March is a nobody. A nothing. A Peasant. No one even knew who she was until one of the Royals, Adam “Beast” Castle, decided she was hot enough to ignore the hierarchy at our school—a hierarchy I myself set in place. I run this school, and the Upper East Side, too. Here at H.E.A., we stick to a strict social status, something most of Manhattan does, too. So when Beast starts dating Belle? All hell breaks loose.


Royals shouldn’t date Peasants, and you’re about to see why.

Oh, and please don’t buy this thinking you know how this story is going to end. You know nothing. Nobody here at H.E.A. plays by the rules, or follows the books. The only one who knows anything around here is me…

And I’m not telling anyone a thing.

XOXO,
Elsa 










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Text Copyright © 2017 Anonymous Girls
All Rights Reserved

 Adam was a force of nature when he was out there on the field. There was something almost animalistic in the way he reared his arm back, calculated the risks, and some how managed to fire off a perfect shot toward the receiver—more often than not, Prescott—every single time. Every time his passes were caught, I waited for him to show some sign of his usual cockiness or even excitement, but he just nodded, slapped his hands together, and did it again. He was so grave, so focused, and it was clear he took his duties as quarterback very seriously.


Whereas Prescott danced. Literally. I’d laughed along with the rest of the crowd as he’d done his thing, but Beast had been too busy talking to his coach as the defensive lineup trailed onto the field to see it. That’s how the whole game had gone.



Beast doing his thing, Prescott doing his, and Ella and the Royals all cheering them along with flips, bounces, and pyramids.



They cheered now, something about the Royals being undefeatable, and the W.W.H. team going home crying, and the crowd went wild when Ella was flipped in the air and caught by Elsa, Anna, and Tianna. Prescott grinned from the bench and blew a kiss at Ella, who beamed, her cheeks red.



Something had changed between them since last night, and they seemed… happy. Prescott no longer seemed like he was in a prison sentence without parole, and even Ella had been smiling and joking with her friends while the boys played.



I looked at Adam. He watched the girls, too. His gaze was narrow on them, almost like he was annoyed at something, but then he shrugged and turned back to me. When he saw me watching, he grinned, lifted a hand, and waved. Smiling, I immediately waved back. He pressed his hand to his heart, then slammed his helmet back over his head.



Snow sighed beside me. “God, can you believe he’s yours?”


“Not really,” I admitted, tugging my slouchy hat lower. “He’s so… so…”


“Beastly.”






Anonymous Girls are two New York Times and USA Today bestselling authors who you’ve probably already read and loved. One day, we were talking, and we decided to write a series together, and the Tangled Royals series was

born. We live on planet Earth, somewhere in a country, in a house, and we wrote a lot of books individually, but we’re not about to tell you how many.


Come on, you didn’t think we’d make it that easy to figure us out, did you? That’s a secret we’ll never tell.



XOXO,











Release Day Blitz ~ Bossed by Sloane Howell





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He’s the boss. But she’s ready to take charge.

In this provocative and sexy* office romance, a cheeky new hire tempts a hotshot sports agent to mix business with pleasure.

Jenny: Job interviews are a bitch under the best of circumstances, but when your potential boss is the world’s biggest prick, that’s when you should simply walk away. It’s just that I need this job so badly—and I’m mesmerized by Ethan Mason’s piercing gaze. Men like him aren’t supposed to exist in real life. But under the tailored suits and GQ looks, Ethan simmers with barely restrained ambition. And no matter how hard I work to fight the attraction, I’m going to get burned.

Ethan: You don’t become a top agent without learning how to close deal. I always get what—or who—I want, by staying cool and in command. Then Jenny Jackson walks into my office with her lush curves and “screw you” attitude and blows away my intentions of keeping things professional. All I can think about is exploring the perfect body hidden beneath those conservative clothes or shutting her saucy mouth with one hot kiss. Jenny’s worth breaking the rules over—if I can convince her to break the rules for me.


*By sexy, we mean sexy. Like, 18+ sexy.













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Sloane Howell lives in the Midwest United States and writes dirty stories. When not reading or writing he enjoys hanging out with his family, watching sports, playing with the dogs, traveling, and engaging his readers on social media. You can almost always catch him on Twitter posting something goofy.

Visit his web page www.sloanehowell.com to sign up for his mailing list to get updates on new releases, promos, and giveaways. Thanks for reading.

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Release Day Blitz ~ Stripped Bare by Heidi McLaughlin



Author: Heidi McLaughlin
Title: Stripped Bare
Release Date: March 28th 2017
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Number of Pages: eBook
Publisher: Love Swept












What readers are saying about STRIPPED BARE:

Stripped Bare is one of those stories that you know is going to be great from the first page. It's funny, extremely sexy, emotional and heartbreaking which all combine for a sensational second-chance romance read.

This is a modern day Pretty Woman but so much better! Richard Gere has nothing on Finn McCormick!!

Oh wow. I have been in love with McLaughlin's writing since the start but this one could very much be my favorite book now by her.






They don’t call it the Strip for nothing. . . .

In this sinfully sexy Las Vegas romance from bestselling author Heidi McLaughlin, a man who has it all reunites with a woman who takes it all off.

Living in Sin City, Finn McCormick is no stranger to one-night stands, but the last person he expects to find losing big on the casino floor is a former high school fling. Even though Macey Webster’s clearly down on her luck, she’s still a knockout, and she’s dressed like a stripper—because she is one. Drunk off an unfamiliar cocktail of lust, pity,
and compassion, Finn offers to pay Macey’s debts if she cuddles up to him around town . . . and does whatever he wants between the sheets.


Macey came to Vegas for one reason only: money. She’s got a young daughter to support, and the tips really are bigger in Vegas. But when she blows her earnings on blackjack, her guardian angel is the rich boy who once stole her heart and never called her back. Although Macey would love to turn the tables on Finn, she can’t afford to refuse his proposition—and soon she’s enjoying herself much more than she cares to admit. Macey’s used to baring her flesh, but baring her soul will take far more courage.






Stripped Bare
Text Copyright © 2017 Heidi McLaughlin
All Rights Reserved

Chapter 1
Macey
The stench of deep fry emanates from my clothes. I hate the smell and I know the other girls can smell it, but I ignore the looks they’re giving me and hustle through the dressing room to my locker. The older women and the ones that have been stripping here longer always look down on the younger girls and the newbies. I’m somewhere in the middle. I stripped here when I was younger, during my first trimester with my daughter, and then again after she was born when I had my figure back. Actually, stripping helped me tone as a result of all the pole work that I had to do. I took some time off after that, but I always come back because the money is fast and somewhat decent. Each time I leave, though, I say that it’s for good and that was the last time and yet a few months later, I always find myself back again, knocking on Lew’s door, and asking for my spot in the rotation back. Girls come and go around here and in this business you can’t expect to make a lasting connection with anyone.

I strip down and throw my dress, apron and nylons into my bag as quickly as possible before the stench of grease becomes any more noticeable. I change into a thong and bootie shorts, add tassels to my nipples and cover them with a bra before slipping a tank top over my head and stepping into an old pair of cowboy boots that I picked up

at the secondhand store. I have an array of costumes meant to hit the mark on every fantasy a man can have. Cowboys, librarian, naughty schoolgirl . . . you name it I’m doing it. I need the money. More so now than ever. My kid is getting older and she’s seeing things she shouldn’t, like her grandmother being so drunk that she can’t get up to answer the door, or strange men in the house. She’s ten and shouldn’t have to babysit an adult. Nor should she

have to live in the slums, but that’s on me.

Seventeen and pregnant isn’t how I saw my life. I had had enough of living with barely any food, no new clothes and the strange looks, so I swore that I was getting out. I was smart, got good grades in high school, but none of that mattered once I found out I was knocked up and the baby daddy had already left town. I tried to tell his mother, but she took one look at me and shut the door. Back then I didn’t, but I do now. I’d take that money and run right across the tracks, under the bridge and through the fucking blueberry bushes if it meant my kid wasn’t going to be a victim of a drug deal gone wrong or end up with a drinking problem by the time she’s a teen.

Morgan though, she’s a good kid who loves to read and is a whiz at math. She’s all I have in this world and I’ll do anything I have to, to make sure she has food and clothes.

So I strip at night and wait tables during the day. Depending on the day or night, one pays better than the other, but they’re jobs that I need. I have a goal. I want to move Morgan and I into a better neighborhood. One where kids want to play and not sell drugs. I want her to live in a place where she feels safe and doesn’t need to hide in the closet of our bedroom because my mother invited one of her friends over.

My dreams for Morgan are unreachable, I know this, but I try every day to make them happen. I want such a different life for her that sometimes when I look out the window of the city bus I’m on and I see other kids her age walking along the street without a care in the world, I imagine her being one of those kids. If only . . .

Stripped Bare is a work of fiction. Names, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.






Heidi is a New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author.


Originally from Portland, Oregon and raised in the Pacific Northwest, she now lives in picturesque Vermont, with



her husband and two daughters. Also renting space in their home is an over-hyper Beagle/Jack Russell, Buttercup and a Highland Westie/Mini Schnauzer, JiLL and her brother, Racicot.


When she isn’t writing one of the many stories planned for release, you’ll find her sitting courtside during either daughter’s basketball games.



Heidi’s first novel, Forever My Girl, is currently in production for a major motion picture.











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