[New Release] BEHIND THE WALL by Jane Harvery-Berrick

 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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Prison.
The place where dreams fade and hope dies.
That’s what it’s meant for the five years that Garrett has been behind bars. But now hope is on the horizon and he’s daring to dream again: small dreams, small hopes.
Getting his GED would be a start. If only his prison-appointed teacher Miss Ella Newsome wasn’t so damn sexy.
As Garrett and Ella start to play a dangerous game, the price could be higher than either of them have guessed.

This story first appeared in the anthology HOT FOR TEACHER in 2016. It has since been extended with new scenes, more heartache and even more heat.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
At the end of a long, exasperating day where nothing seemed to go as I wanted, I was happy to shake Nottoway dust from my shoes and head out for a drink with my best friend Becky.

“How’s it going in stir, sista?” she asked in her best Orange is the New Black impression.

“Fine,” I mumbled.

“Fine as in I-broke-both-my-legs-but-don’t-worry-about-me fine, or fine as in today-sucked-ass-and-I’m-feeling-sorry-for-myself?”

“Probably the latter,” I said, unable to stop a tired smile appearing on my face.

“Come tell Aunty Becky all about it, but not before you’ve had at least one Mimosa.”

“Honestly, I don’t really feel like drinking. I’ll just get all weepy and mopey.”

She shook her head and pushed a glass toward me.

“So get weepy and mopey. How’s it going with Mr. Hottie-con?”

“He’s … doing well. He makes a great teacher’s aide—better than I could have hoped. The other prisoners go to him in between classes. They’re all making so much progress.”

“That’s good then.”

“Yes.”

“And?”

“And nothing.”

“So, you’re not fantasizing about the length of his … parole?”

“Becky!”

“I’m right, aren’t I? You’re totally crushing on your jailbird boy toy.”

“He’s 30. And he’s not my boy toy.”

“But you’d like him to be?”

I took a slug of Mimosa, tossing it back like I was doing shots. Then my head dropped to my hands and I let out a groan.

“Oh my God, Becky! He’s the hottest guy I’ve ever met. Handsome, sexy, total brooding bad boy. But sweet, too. How can an ex-thief be sweet? And I don’t even know if he’s an ex-thief—not really. And when he looks at me, all dark and intense … and I haven’t had a boyfriend since Nathan. I haven’t even had a date. And now my B.O.B. needs new batteries.”

She choked on her drink then burst out laughing.

“There’s no harm in having a little down time thinking about doing the nasty with a hot felon. As long as that’s all it is.”

I sighed. Becky knew me too well.

“I like him.”

She screwed her eyes shut.

“Oh glory, I was afraid of that. You’re so predictable, El. You see something broken and you want to fix it. It’s admirable in the right circumstances, but this isn’t one of them.”

“I know. I know you’re right, but it’s chemistry, or magnetism, or pheromones, or…”

“Lust?”

I looked down at the drink in my hands.

“Honey, the guy is hot and off-limits and the original bad boy. Of course you’re lusting after him. Just promise me that you won’t do anything stupid.”

“As if!” I huffed.

“Hmm, well, tell me this. If he was paroled tomorrow, would you date him? Introduce him to me? To the rest of your friends? Would you take him home to meet your parents? Can you honestly see a future with an ex-con?”

I shook my head.

“I’m his teacher. Nothing is going to happen.”

But the truth was, it already had. I was falling for Prisoner 97813. It was reckless and stupid, maybe even dangerous.

And I couldn’t stop myself.


This story first appeared in the anthology HOT FOR TEACHER in 2016. It has since been extended with new scenes, more heartache and even more heat.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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Jane is a writer of contemporary romance fiction, known for thoughtful stories, often touching on difficult subjects: disability (DANGEROUS TO KNOW & LOVE, SLAVE TO THE RHYTHM); mental illness (THE EDUCATION OF CAROLINE, SEMPER FI); life after prison (LIFERS); dyslexia (THE TRAVELING MAN, THE TRAVELING WOMAN).
 
She is also a campaigner for former military personnel to receive the support they need on leaving the services. She wrote the well-received play LATER, AFTER with former veteran Mike Speirs. (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hk1CyB8c0xA )
 
 
 
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[New Release] DISGRACED by Natasha Knight

 

 

 
 
 
Title: Disgraced
Author: Natasha Knight
Genre: Dark Romance
Release Date: May 26, 2017
 
 
 
 
Blurb
 
Disgrace: the condition of one fallen from grace.

She is my forbidden fruit. The one temptation I cannot resist.

The first night…

I rescued her from an attack in the seedy underground of New York City.

The second night…

She told me the first of many lies.

She thinks she can keep me out of her world, but she’s in over her head.
Watching her, being near her, it gives breath to something dark inside me.
Something primal and forbidden. Forbidden to me.

Because in six months, I’ll be an ordained priest.

And she complicates things.

She thinks she is my disgrace. Truth is, my fall had begun the moment I’d laid
eyes on her.

 
 
 
 
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USA Today Bestselling author Natasha Knight writes dark romance as well as spanking romance in a variety of genres including contemporary, paranormal, post-apocalyptic, science-fiction and fantasy. She is a #1 Amazon Bestseller in multiple categories forever searching in every story for that single most important element of love. All of her stories contain at least one kinky Alpha male, lots of dirty talk and a well deserved happily ever after.
 
 
 
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[New Release & Giveaway] DANDELION WISHES by Carolyn LaRoche

 

 
 
 

 

Title: Dandelion Wishes

Series: Cape Cod Love #2

Author: Carolyn LaRoche
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: May 26, 2017
 
 

 

Blurb

After a past that almost kept her from a future, Callie makes a fresh start working as a paramedic on beautiful Cape Cod. She’s promised herself one thing—her life was her own making. Never again will she allow anyone or anything to take her control away. She does what—and who—she wants, when she wants. And no one, not even the sexy firefighter determined to win her heart, can convince her to give up that freedom.

 
Grant has spent his entire life chasing the American dream. When his plans to be a professional ball player were shattered, he found an exciting new job fighting fires on the Cape. He has a good life but there is something definitely missing. It isn’t until his best friend finds the love of his life that he realizes what it is. Too bad he also suddenly found himself ridiculously attracted to the one woman who would never want to settle down.Callie wants freedom. Grant wants forever. Can he convince her that relationships don’t have to be a prison or will their chance at love drift away like nothing more than a few dandelion wishes?

 
 
 
 
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Carolyn LaRoche grew up in snow country but fled the cold and ice several years ago. She now lives near the beach with her husband and their two sons. She’s been known to lug her laptop to the baseball fields and keeps a notebook by her bed to jot down the next big story idea in the wee hours of the night.

 
 
 
 
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[New Release] UNDER HER SKIN by Aria Cole

 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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Sienna Taylor walked into Mad Ink looking for a temporary escape. Instead, she found River Madden, the gorgeously talented and impossibly moody owner of the shop. One look in her big, dark eyes makes him desperate to possess her, his need to mark her untouched skin a primal distraction.

One touch of his needle sends electricity rocketing between them, and by the time he’s finished leaving his brand on her, he’s doing the unthinkable and offering her a job—and possibly losing his sense of sanity.

Finding forever is the last thing on River’s mind, but one taste of her sweet innocence has him consumed with claiming her.
She’s too innocent, too sweet, too untouchable, and far too good for him. But she has a darkness that claws at her, a crack fracturing her heart that only makes him crave her more.

Warning: From the moment his tattoo gun touches her skin, River is utterly obsessed with his girl. If over-the-top, insta-love goodness with a moody, tattooed alpha is your cup of steam, look no further! River has a talent for pushing all the right buttons. 😉
 
 
 
 
 
 
ONE

River
“So, my hands are in her hair, and I’m fucking close, man. I don’t know what I did to the bitch to make her pull the teeth out, but no shit, I think I almost lost my dick last night.”
The sound of a feminine someone clearing her voice turned both of our heads. Jericho shot up, hand outstretched and that weird half smile he only did for chicks he wanted to bang curling his face.
The guy was a fucking whore, and if I had to live through another one of his one-night stands rehashed, I’d throw my fist through his teeth. I’d already thought about breaking a finger, but fucker needed them if he was going to permanently lay artwork on someone’s body, and the guy had talent.
I’d hired him when he got to page three of his portfolio—a portrait of a someone’s grandpa in a war uniform inked on the client’s bicep. The fucking most beautiful tattoo I’d ever seen in my life, and I knew I had to have Jericho in my shop.
Just a goddamn shame I had to put up with him every day.
“She’s a sweet one.” Jericho turned and winked. “And she’s looking for you. Told her I had more talented fingers, but she wasn’t buying it.”
I arched an eyebrow, irritation pulsing through my gut before I stood, plastering on a blank face for my new client.
I lived for tattooing and creating art. What I didn’t love was dealing with customers. Constantly. It was hard being an artist and not being able to control exactly how you would create on a canvas, since the canvas tended to belong to another human.
I’d learned to put on a reserved face over the years—I wasn’t one of those guys who chatted your goddamned ear off. I didn’t give two fucks about your life story or why this tattoo finally meant so much. In fact, half the struggle I’d had in the two years since I’d opened Aspen Ink was tuning out the dimwits so I could focus long enough to give them what they came for—a permanent piece of art on their skin.
Jericho and Dev busted my balls about my shitty chairside personality in the beginning, but it turns out customers don’t give a shit about manners when you leave them with something they can’t get anywhere else on their arm. I had plenty of repeat customers and was usually booked out months in advance. As a result, most of the clients I already knew, so the fact that I didn’t recognize the name on my schedule today had been a little odd, though not unheard of.
I pulled out a set of clean tools, giving a last glance over my sterile work area before heading to the front counter.
A small little thing, with golden blond hair cascading down to a tiny nipped-in waist, was waiting for me at the front desk. I frowned.
“Hi, I’m River Madden.” I came around the counter, touching her elbow.
She spun, that silky mass of waves brushing across my forearm and sending zaps of fire through my skin.
“I’m Sienna.” Indigo blue eyes nailed mine.
I shifted on my feet, throat already dry before I hooked a finger over my shoulder. “Follow me.”
Red lips pursed for a second, eyes narrowing before she nodded swiftly.
I gnashed down on my teeth, figuring I knew exactly what I was in for with this one. “Let me guess, cute little elephant tattoo on your ankle?”
I held a hand out, gesturing for her to sit in my tattoo chair.
“Not quite.” She plopped down, eyes connecting with mine again.
Fuck, what was it about those eyes? Like she couldn’t keep herself from looking at me, staring into my soul or some shit. Weird as fuck and I hated every minute of it.
“Quote under your tit? That what the girls are getting these days, right?”
“I’m not a girl.” She crossed her arms. She certainly wasn’t. She might be small, but that fire burning in those ocean irises told me she wouldn’t hesitate to give a man hell. Fuck, why did that kinda make me smile?
“Well, safe to assume this is your first tattoo?” My eyes landed on her short denim cutoffs then crawled up her body to the long sleeves that covered her arms. This girl was A-1 vanilla, no doubt about it. I was good at reading people, and this one was just too sweet to have seen anything resembling a hard life.
“You know what they say about people who assume, right?” Her grin crooked to the side. “You make an ass—” she rolled up one sleeve, revealing dark slashes of purple and black ink “—out of mostly…you.”
“Impressive.” I moved closer. “I pegged you for a virgin.” I felt a shiver race through her when I cupped her arm in my palm, inspecting the work. “Where’d you go for this?”
“A few towns over. Got it a few months ago.” She pulled up her other sleeve, inked vines wrapping up her forearms to her elbow. “And this was my first, the day I turned eighteen.”
“Fair to say I am an ass, then.” I was unable to help the small smile pulling at my lips. “So, what’s the plan for today?”
She pulled the hem of her shirt above her head, luscious flesh revealed to my greedy fucking eyes.
Christ, she was beautiful. Creamy, soft, unmarred flesh. My vision swam with thoughts of inking her body, watching her squirm under my hands, sinking balls deep into the most beautiful creature I’d ever seen…
“I want to cover this.” She pulled her shirt up past her ribs, a thick white slash, about two inches long, covering her side.
The rough pads of my fingers dragged across the raised flesh, and a soft sigh pushed past her lips before our eyes met again. “What you got in mind for it?”
“A heart,” she said simply. “Shattered.”
It wasn’t the first time I’d heard this request, but something about the way she put those two words together sliced me open. I was wrong about her. This girl had darkness behind her pretty blue eyes.
“Got a picture?”
“Do you one better.” She slipped a folded scrap of paper from the back pocket of her shorts. “I want this.”
I unfolded the sheet, surprised to find a bloodied red heart inked faintly with the outlines of a skull. “This is pretty badass.”
“I thought so too.” She shrugged, smiling proudly before lying back on my chair. She stretched her arms above her head, the shirt riding up higher and revealing a hint of neon green bra against her creamy skin.
“Hate to ask, but I need to see an ID.”
She arched one sassy eyebrow before her lips curled up. “Does that mean you don’t think I look eighteen?”
The way she said it made my cock fucking pound behind my zipper. Whatever in the hell had brought this woman into my studio today, I owed a huge debt of gratitude. I’d been inking people in this very chair for over two years now and never gave any fucks about my canvas. Until her. Until now.
I frowned, confused by the way she sucked me in, before I grunted. “I’ll get this sketched for you. Need to see an ID when I get back.”
I shot out of the chair and stalked to the light station as far away from her as I could get.
I didn’t have time for a saucy little girl running through my shop, making my dick hard, and causing me to think all kinds of nasty thoughts. Like what it would be like to bend her over my table. Or fuck her in the piercing room.
Shit. Did she have any piercings?
I’d be a fucking dead man if she did.
Just the idea of little metal barbells piercing her nipples had a ripple of pain coursing through my balls.
I hunched over the drawing table, adjusting my cock, as I started the outline for her tattoo. I caught glimpses of her watching me work, her eyes crawling around my shop and over me as I took my time designing her tattoo.
She didn’t flip through her phone once, which surprised the fuck out of me because girls her age had it fucking glued to their palm.
That shit wasn’t good for your mind, and if I didn’t have to own a cell to stay in touch for the sake of my business, I wouldn’t own one. Worst goddamn invention on the planet, that little mini-computer sitting in everyone’s pocket.
“That looks incredible.” She breathed against my neck.
Fuck. She was too close for comfort.
“Wait, what if we add a few stitches across the crack? Just black slashes, like someone did a rushed job fixing it.”
I frowned as I thought, imagining the final piece in my head before coming around to the idea. “I think that would highlight the skeleton shaded into the background. Good call.” I added a few random stitches to the center of the heart, across the skull of the skeleton.
“I love it,” she whispered, her palms sliding down my forearms and squeezing tightly.
Her touch was like razor blades against my skin.
I wasn’t sure if I loved it or wanted to wrench my arm away.
It’d been so fucking long since I’d let anyone touch me like this. And now this girl was not only all up in my personal space, but in my head too.
“Great. Lie down on the table, and we’ll get you prepped.” I tried to keep my voice clipped and to the point, my only focus on being professional despite the raging hard dick tenting my pants.
I helped her up onto the table, avoiding the gorgeous view of her ass as she turned around. Her shorts were so fucking short I was sure I could catch a glimpse of her pussy if I looked hard enough. Why the fuck was she out in public wearing that shit? Didn’t she know what disgusting men like me thought of her?
“Got that ID?” I grinned down at her.
“Here you go, Daddy-o.” She flipped me her driver’s license, confirming she was of age. Nineteen. So, barely.
“Looks good.”
“Told you it would,” she sassed back. Goose bumps rippled across her skin when I applied the cool sanitizer to her rib cage. Then I placed the stencil I’d drawn into place, the crack in the heart matching the jagged edges of the scar slashed permanently into her flesh.
I had a mind to trace my tongue along the rough edges, listening to her shudder and come around me as I milked all the pleasure from her body.
I slipped my fingers along the edges of the transfer paper, making sure the ink outline deposited onto her skin. She shuddered when my fingertip drifted across her wrist.
Fuck, she was so sensitive.
I had visions of her spread out beneath me, my hands in her hair, my tongue licking up her silky skin. The thought of burying my head between her legs had blood rushing through my cock.
What the hell was that scent? And sweet fucking lord, did she taste that good too?
No. Better.
Probably better.
I shifted in my chair, and her eyes averted to me before the shadow of her eyelashes fell onto her cheeks. The air vacated my lungs, blood raging through my veins and making my heart pound a tattoo against my ribs. My cock throbbed, aching to push inside her, fuck her until she was breathless and begging.
Christ, what the hell was wrong with me?
Jericho had given me hell about living like a damn monk, but I’d never reacted to a woman this way. But this wasn’t just any woman; this was Sienna fucking Taylor, too young, too innocent, too good. Way too good.
“It’s bigger than I thought it would be.” She spoke up, and I nearly choked.
“Excuse me?”
Her eyes flickered up to me, a smirk turning up those succulent lips. “The tattoo, it’s big.”
“Ah, right.” I cleared my throat, peeling off the transfer paper and focusing on her eyes for the first time since she’d sat down. “I don’t think I could make it much smaller. You’d start to lose detail on the skeleton.”
“Oh, I like it. I just didn’t envision it that big, but I’m ready. I want it.” Her big, round eyes peered up at me, sweet, untouched. Heartbreakingly fucking beautiful.
I turned, opening the black ink and placing it at the table beside me. “Think you can handle the pain? This is gonna take me a while.”
Her eyes sparkled. “Bet I can handle more than you think.”
Jesus.
Who was this girl?
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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Aria Cole is a thirty-something housewife who once felt bad for reading dirty books late at night, until she decided to write her own. Possessive alpha men and the sassy heroines who love them are common, along with a healthy dose of irresistible insta-love and happily ever afters so sweet your teeth may ache.
 
Aria’s new release BLACK is the first in her modern fairy tale series. For a safe, off-the-charts HOT, and always HEA story that doesn’t take a lifetime to read, get lost in an Aria Cole book!
 
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[New Release] SEXY MOTHERPUCKER by Lili Valente

 

 
 
 
Title: Sexy Motherpucker
A Bad Motherpuckers Novel

Author: Lili Valente

Genre: Steamy Romantic Comedy/Hockey Romance
Release Date: May 22, 2017
 
 

 

Blurb
 
When the family dog trots in with my diaphragm in its mouth—in
front of my date, his parents, and his adorable little girl—you would think I’d
hit rock bottom.
 
WRONG.
 
Let’s back this up a sec…
 
Brendan Daniels is the sexiest man alive. The captain of the
Badger’s NHL team is also clever, kind, funny, and was my good friend…until we
cruised out of the friend zone one weekend with a red-hot fling. Come Monday
morning, I wanted to keep riding the Big O train to happy town, but Brendan
wanted someone who was “stepmom” material.
 
A.K.A, not me, apparently.
 
The problem? I’m crazy in love with him and his daughter. So when
he asks me to be his pretend girlfriend for a long weekend with his former
in-laws, I say yes. We’re still friends, after all, and friends don’t let
friends fake it alone.
 
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Laura Collins is the last woman I should be thinking about taking
in the back seat of my car, in the woods behind my in-laws’ house, or in a
hotel room where we’re sharing one very small, very squeaky bed.
 
I need a steady, stable influence for my daughter, not a fling
with this too wild, too young, too impulsive red head. So what if she’s
beautiful and intense and passionate and has the biggest heart I’ve ever known?
 
I don’t want to fall in love. I really don’t. The whole “pretend
girlfriend” thing was supposed to solve my problems, buy me a little more time.
 
But when it comes to Laura?
 

Hell,
maybe I’m just not cut out for faking it.

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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Lili Valente has slept under the stars in Greece,
eaten dinner at midnight with French men who couldn’t be trusted to keep their
mouths on their food, and walked alone through Munich’s red light district
after dark and lived to tell the tale. 
These days you can find her writing in a tent
beside the sea, drinking coconut water and thinking delightfully dirty
thoughts. 


 
 
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[New Release] WIRE by L.P. Lovell & Stevie Cole

Title: Wire
Series: Wrong #3
Authors: LP Lovell & Stevie J. Cole
Genre: Romantic Suspense
 Release Date: May 22, 2017
Blurb
Tor
Jude and I managed to salvage something beautiful from the
war torn rubble of our lives, a blissful happiness that we paid for in blood.
We fought our way here, leaving pieces of ourselves along the way. I thought
this was the happily ever after in our twisted fairy tale, but I was wrong.
Jude
I may be free by definition. That freedom came at a heavy
cost and my family is about to pay the price. At any moment, this façade will
come crashing down. Hard. The life I’ve lived—that kind of world—it stains you,
and no matter how hard you try, you can never escape its wrath. Not even in
death.
Love. Fear. Loss.We’re walking a wire and all that’s beneath us is
destruction.

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Lauren Lovell is an indie author from England.
She suffers from a total lack of brain to mouth filter and
is the friend you have to explain before you introduce her to anyone, and
apologise for afterwards.
Lauren is a self-confessed shameless pervert, who may be
suffering from slight peen envy.
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Stevie J. Cole

Stevie J. Cole lives deep in the woods of Alabama with her
husband and two precious daughters. She studied Epidemiology concentrating on
cancer research but has always had a passion for writing. Some of her stories
will strip you bare, some will give you nightmares, but the one thing she can
promise is that she will always give you stories that make you feel.
Raw. Gritty. Love.
Because sometimes characters need to be flawed.

 

P.S. Stevie’s greatest fear is the impending zombie
apocalypse. Think about it: swarming armies of decaying, oozing corpses
stumbling around with clicking teeth, trying to eat your face. Nothing about
that is good. NOTHING!

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[Cover Reveal] MY DIRTY BOSS by Elaine May

 

 

Title: My Dirty Boss 

Author: Elaine May 

Genre: Romance

 

 

 

 

Once upon a time.

Really? 

This is no fairy tale.

This is more like a dirty tale. 

A dirty tale with my new boss as the ring leader. 

He’s hot.

He’s sexy as hell and he’s one dirty SOB.             

I’m a moth to his fiery world but the deeper I go the more I love it.

The more I want more.                                       

He’s my boss in the toy store we both work in.

The only games we should be interested in revolve around princesses and pirates, but the only games he wants to play are dirty.

I want to tell you my dirty story.          

I want to tell you all about My Dirty Boss.  

 

 

 

 

 

 

Elaine May is my Author name. I live in the South West of England with my two beautiful daughters and yummy hubby. I love reading dark and twisted tales that mess with your head. I love to travel and spending time with my family. My dream is for people to like what I’ve written and hopefully get to go to a book signing event as an author.

 

 

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[New Release] FAST by Lauren K. McKeller

 
 

 

 
 
Title: Fast

Series: Not Like the Movies

Author: Lauren K. McKellar
Genre: Romantic Comedy
Release Date: May 25, 2017
 
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Quinn Hamilton had it all—A grades, a loving family, and a spot on the waitlist for the latest Hermes handbag. The one item left unchecked on her to-do list was her brother’s best friend, Liam, and that was only because Braden was overprotective when it came to his mates. When tragedy struck, Quinn was left with nothing. Not even the handbag made it. 

Three years later, Quinn’s focused on the things that count—getting a steady job, looking after her mother, and playing it safe. Her dreams of working for a fashion magazine haven’t just left the building—they’ve dived into the gutter, never to be touched again.

 
But when completing a two-week internship in the city, Quinn meets someone who makes her do the one thing she’s been trying desperately to avoid—feel. Will this sexy man who knows so much of her history help her go after what she wants? Or is their brand of passion as outdated as last season’s trends?
 
She’s running from her past, but her past is running faster.
 

 

 

 
 
 
 
 
 
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Lauren K. McKellar is a writer of contemporary romance reads
that make you feel. This hybrid-published best-selling author loves writing
books with stunning local settings, heart-throb heroes, and leading ladies who
overcome great hardships in their lives.
 
In addition to writing, Lauren loves to read, and you can
often find her up at all hours of the night with a glass of wine, some
chocolate, and a good book. She lives by the beach in New South Wales,
Australia, with her husband, infant son, and their two dogs. Most of the time,
all four of them are well behaved.

 

 
 
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[Cover Reveal] SAINTS AND THIEVES by London Miller

 
 
 

 

 
Title: Saints & Thieves
Series: The Wild Bunch #3
Author: London Miller
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release Date: July 6, 2017
 
Blurb
Sin always came wrapped in the prettiest of packages, made to tempt and entice, but Dahlia Taylor had never known temptation could come in a pair.
 
Both dark and intoxicating, terrifying and vicious, Vali and Nicu were everything she didn’t know she needed.
 
One promised to love her by ruining her—the other promised to love her while owning her.
 
They were two halves of a whole, and Dahlia realized all too quickly there would be no choosing between them.
 
Not when she wanted them both.
 
 
 
 
 
 
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Author Bio
 
With a degree in Creative Writing, London Miller has turned pen to paper, creating riveting fictional worlds where the bad guys are sometimes the good guys. Her debut novel, In the Beginning, is the first in the Volkov Bratva Series.She currently resides in Atlanta, Georgia with her husband and two puppies, where she drinks far too much Sprite, and spends her nights writing.

 
 
 
 
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[New Release &Review] RUCKUS by LJ SHEN

 
 

Title: Ruckus

Series: Sinners of Saint #2

Author: L.J. Shen

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Date: May 26, 2017

 
 
 

Rosie

 

They say that life is a beautiful lie and death a painful truth. They’re right.

No one has ever made me feel more alive than the guy who serves as a constant reminder that my clock is ticking.

He is my forbidden, shiny apple.

The striking fallacy to my blunt, raw, truth.

He is also my sister’s ex-boyfriend.

One thing you should know before you judge me;

I saw him first. I craved him first. I loved him first.

Eleven years later, he waltzed into my life, demanding a second chance.

Dean Cole wants to be my bronze horseman. My white knight has finally arrived. Hopefully, he isn’t too late.

 

Dean

 

They say the brightest stars burn out the fastest. They’re right.

She sets my mind on fire.

All smart mouth, snarky attitude and a huge heart.

In a world where everything is dull, she shines like fucking Sirius.

Eleven years ago, fate tore us apart.

This time, I fucking dare it to try.

Getting to her is a battlefield, but man, that’s why they call me Ruckus.

Rosie LeBlanc is about to find out how hard I can fight.

 
 

And conquering her will be the sweetest victory.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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L.J. Shen resides in sunny California with her husband, son, chubby cat and wild, wild dreams.

Her passion is to write badass stories, sushi, UFC and her awesome family and friends (not in this order, though. Obviously, sushi comes before writing. Oh, and also the family part.)

She spend the first half of her twenties traveling the world and is now paying all the fun with extra shifts in front of her MacBook. Feel free to contact her on her Facebook page. She loves to hear from her readers.

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BY LAURA LEE 
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I am a HotHole Fan for LIFE!!! This group of friends have stuck together through thick and thin, high’s and low’s, happy times and suck a$$ times. The true meaning of friendship is right here in the HotHole brigade!! 
 
This is Dean and Rosie’s story…One that is full of Love….
 
What makes you feel alive? Lusting after someone. So badly your center aches, your eyesight is blurry and your morals are thrown out the window. 
 
Coming to grips with falling in love with a HotHole….
 
He’s a HotHole, Rosie. They’re so bad they can’t even spell the word ‘good’, but I think you already know that. As long as you protect your heart. 
 
And figuring out that even though you are a HotHole, you do have a heart….
 
Hey Sirius? Yes, Earth? Why do you shine so f-ing bright? You make it hard for me to sleep next to you. 
 
While we learn about these two in depth, we also find out some very interesting facts that totally threw me for a curve. Indeed, it proves that…The Apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. 
 
Ruckus was a very strong, emotionally heartbreaking book! One that deserved to be told, the good, the bad and the ugly!!!! Hat’s off to you L.J. Shen for bringing us this story of not settling for what you think you want, but going for what you know you want!!! 
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BY SHABBY SHABNAMARORA 
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Yanno that Butterflies-in-tummy feeling, when you meet THE love of your life.
Yup! I had it twice ! 
Vicious and now Ruckus – Dean ‘Ruckus’ Cole, Manwhore Galore. 
Sex On Legs, humps anything with two pretty legs in a skirt, has one night stands, menages and is on party Carousel of a life.
BUT he’s empty inside, trying to fill a hole left in him from when he was a baby. He has unconditional, over abundant love from his family , and brotherhood from his friends.
Once a HotHole…always a HotHole, is the motto !
But don’t be quick to label them frivolous or irresponsible.
“Easier to box people into something concrete, ya know?” 
The airhead. The stoner. The party-loving manslut. Ruckus.
Rosie LeBlanc….the proverbial Jacob’s Rachel . The elusive, forbidden fruit he can’t taste, and what’s forbidden is always the most desired. Its a dangerous, witty, clever game of cat and mouse they play. Like poles of magnets repelling each other , yet the magnetic field of passion doesn’t let them stray far from one another.
Love felt like dipping each other in gasoline and burning together. Love felt like dancing with madness in the dark, watching all of its bright lights. Love felt like gasping for air when your lungs were already full.
It’s a seriously hot story. 
It’s dramatic
It’s funny
It’s poignant
The most vocal opinion about the story , before it was even released is the Emila connection.
So many people being biased against the fact that Dean was once Millie’s boyfriend.
Trust me, so does EVERYBODY else in the story !!!!!
He was my sister’s ex-boyfriend and my first love.
Hell, they had no place being in the same sentence together. 
That didn’t make them any less true.
But the fact is they dated when they were high-schoolers…i mean come on ! 
Anyway, I had NO problem with it…NONE whatsoever.
The story had me so engrossed, and the twists and the secret that poor Dean has been carrying around like a boulder on his chest….My secret was like my dick— big and long and certainly uncomfortable if you weren’t ready for it.
The writing is even better than vicious ( I Did Not Just Say THAT Out loud!!!) 
What have you done to me Leigh……. I keep falling in love with every new man you create like a HotHole Slut! 
She writes like a man . It’s not easy getting into male POV, but Leigh writes like a true asshole alpha , fantastic banter, very , very smart writing. 
I laughed a lot, cried a LOT, cursed a lot…
But like K.Bromberg once wrote it’s better to feel the pain, cause hurting is feeling, and feeling is living. Isn’t it better to be alive ?
What makes you feel alive? Lusting after someone. So badly your center aches, your eyesight is blurry and your morals are thrown out the window.
It’s a lovely story of hope, lust, red hot , panty melting sex, brotherhood, and family.
And the foremost emotion is LOVE !
It’s there right in front of your eyes. No escaping it. No denying it !!
I loved it..LOVED it…FLOVED it !!!
My tummy fluttered, my heart thumped, “my wet folds were moist ” and emotions overflowed and a gigantic lump stuck in my throat, eyes watering , nose burning…tears 
The secondary characters are there in the background. Etched very nicely. Eli Cole was the most endearing to me. Vicious, Millie, Trent, Jamie are all there , providing support and camaraderie.
5 HotHole Stars