Title: Judge of Hell
Series: Hell Night Series #3
Author: Alex Grayson
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release Date: April 4, 2019 Cover Designer: Cover Me Darling Photographer: JW Photography Model: Kyle English
NOTE: Judge of Hell may contain triggers for some due to mature content, abusive situations, and harsh language
Fierce, loyal, controlled. Three things Judge became at a young age.
Enduring unimaginable horrors no child should, he swore no person would dictate his or his brotherâs lives again.
Revenge fueled him, setting a path destined from the moment he and his brothers escaped their hell. Nothing would stop him from destroying the ones whoâd wronged him, even if that meant giving up the only woman to ever make him feel more than the heat of vengeance.
He let Ellie go, threw her away, never knowing the consequences of his actions.
Twelve years later, she reappears in his life, and she has some hellacious secrets of her own. Ones that knock Judge on his ass and threaten his ironclad control.
His life quickly changes course. Priorities are shifted and sacrifices are made. Judge has a decision to make. Will he give up his incessant need for retribution? Or will he sacrifice something he never dreamed he could have, but desperately wants.
Or is it possible to have both?
âWhy are you nervous?â I ask, coming to a stop a couple of feet away. I want to close the remaining space between us and kiss away the apprehension from her face.
âIâm not,â she denies.
I smirk and let my eyes fall to her hands for a moment before lifting them back to hers. âYou forget. I know all your nervous tics, Ellie.â
Her hands stop fiddling with each other, and she instead stuffs them in her pockets. Her shoulders slump.
âI just donât know what to do here.â
I frown. âElaborate.â
She looks around the room, then back at me. âThis is your home, Judge. Iâm only here because of Maisy. I donât really know what to do in this situation.â
That makes me scowl, irritation forming in my stomach. âThis is your home for as long as youâre here. Treat it as such. Do whatever in the hell you want to do.â
I take a step closer when she nods. Being only a foot away, I can see the small specks of black in her silver eyes. I can also smell her natural floral scent and it drives me crazy. My dick takes notice, recognizing the scent from years before, and my blood heats.
Her eyes widen when I reach up and lay my hand against her neck, feeling the rapid beat of her pulse beneath my palm. She closes her eyes, and I see the war raging in her mind.
Push me away or pull me closer.
I want to demand she pull me closer. I swipe my thumb along the underside of her jaw, running across the small scattering of scars, reminding me I never asked her about them.
That needs to be rectified soon. Iâve already learned a lot from JWâs report, and what sheâll tell me is going to hurt like a bitch, but I need to hear it from her. The pain will be my penance for allowing her to be hurt.
She opens her eyes, and I know sheâs going to retreat. I grip the back of her neck and pull her until only a few short inches separate her lips from mine.
âDonât fight it,â I whisper.
Her eyes glisten, and the sight tears a hole in my heart.
âThis is going to be difficult enough,â she whispers back, her voice raspy. âDonât make it harder by adding this to the mix.â
I lean down until I feel her uneven breath against my lips. She looks at me with dilated eyes. âIt doesnât have to be hard if we donât want it to be. It could be as easy as breathing. Like it used to be.â
I close the gap between us, but instead of kissing her like Iâm dying to, I run my nose along the column of her neck. My lips graze against her earlobe.
âI know you still feel it, Ellie. I know I still make your heart pound and your breath hitch. I bet you have butterflies in your belly and shivers racing down your back. You feel the chemistry between us. The same electric pull that was there all those years ago. The same desire that swept through us anytime we were together. Even when we werenât, all it took was one thought and it consumed us.â I trail a path of kisses up to her jaw and across her cheek. At the corner of her mouth, her lips parted as she pants, I pull back just far enough so I can see her gorgeous eyes. âI know you still feel it, because I still feel it too. Itâs not going anywhere, no matter how much you fight it.â
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Title: The Perfect First Author: Maya Hughes Genre: New Adult Romance Cover Design: Najla Qamber, Qamber Designs Release Date: April 25, 2019
BLURB “How long do you last in bed?” Those were her first words to me, swiftly followed up with, “And how big would you say you are?” Cue the record scratching, what?! Persephone Alexander. Math genius. Lover of blazers. The only girl I know who can make Heidi braids look sexy as hell. And she’s on a mission. Lose her virginity by the end of the semester. I walked in on her interview session for potential candidates (who even does that?) and saw straight through her brave front. She’s got a list of Firsts to accomplish like she’s only got months to live. I’ve decided to be her guide for all her firsts except one. Someone’s got to keep her out of trouble. I have one rule, no sex. We even shook on it. I’ll help her find the right guy for the job. Someone like her doesn’t need someone like me and my massive...baggage for her first time. Drinking at a bar. Check. Partying all night. Double check. Skinny dipping. Triple check. She’s unlike anyone I’ve ever met. The walls I’d put up around my heart are slowly crumbling with each touch that sets fire to my soul. I’m the first to bend the rules. One electrifying kiss changes everything and suddenly I don’t want to be her first, I want to be her only. But her plan was written before I came onto the scene and now I’m determined to get her to re-write her future with me.
Author Bio Maya Hughes can often be found sneaking in another chapter while hiding in the bathroom from her kids! :-) I’m a romance writer who loves taking inspiration from everyday life, namely my husband and biggest fan. Inspiration also strikes when I hear a song, meet someone new or daydream while at soccer practice. I’m the mom of three little ones, the wife to an amazing husband and also work full time. Some of my favorite things are cinnamon rolls, white wine, laughing until I can’t breathe and traveling with my family.
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The Man I Can't Have by New York Times bestselling author Shanora Williams is an angsty romance that will burn up your kindle! Check out the new teaser below and don't forget to add it to your tbr!
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Blurb:
It started as as a simple search for a landscape designer…I wanted a beautiful backyard for my new home and my neighbors suggested I look into Ward Landscaping & Design. The owner had no pictures of himself on his website, just a portfolio of nice outdoor sitting areas, pools, and vibrant gardens that I’d always dreamed of having. Of course I hired him. I expected to meet an average guy, but Mr. Marcel Ward is far from your average man. He’s handsome, and well-built, and his smile—though a rare feat—is truly infectious. He’s every woman’s dream—a handsome, older man who doesn’t mind getting down and dirty to create something beautiful all because of his passion for it. Unfortunately, that lucky woman can’t be me. Although Mr. Ward tests my limits, quickens my breath, and makes my heart skip a beat when he’s around, I’ve promised to devote myself to my husband. So why am I falling for a man I know I can’t have? About the Author: She currently lives in Charlotte, North Carolina and is the mother of two amazing boys, has a fiercely devoted and supportive fiancé, and is a sister to eleven. When she isn’t writing, she’s spending time with her family, binge reading, or running marathons on Netflix while scarfing down chocolate chip cookies.
Title: Snatched
Author: K. Sterling
Genre: M/M Romance
Release Date: March 26, 2019
Goodreads â âOne hell of a fun read! I can't wait for Roan's book #grabbyhandsâ OMGReads â âThe characters were very well thought out and the story line was great.â Goodreads â âDeliciousâ¦.From the moment that Dilan kidnaps Jake this book just gets better and better.â
It was just another crime scene and just another body as a turf war gripped the city but things take a shocking turn when Dr. Jake Tyler is abducted and the body stolen. Determined to restore his reputation and solve a crime without a body, Jake risks his life and career when he battles wits with the elusive and merciless head of an Irish crime family. Too stubborn to back down and take the loss, heâs determined to get answers and see justice served.
Sometimes, too much power is the hardest curse to break and Dilan OâShea is trapped when his father goes into witness protection. Dilanâs devotion to his baby brother and fear for his family forces him into a life of deception and crime. The murder heâs determined to hide is the least dangerous of his secrets. Itâs just another piece of the deadly high-stakes game Dilanâs playing when he snatches the snarky, hardheaded medical examiner.
Jake canât keep his mind off the brutal mobster and the investigation gets complicated when they canât stay out of each otherâs way or keep their hands off each other. Dilan gets more than he bargained for and he has no choice but to trust a man he kidnapped at gunpoint. Can two men from opposite sides of the law solve a mystery together or will their inescapable passion cost them everything?
âCan you really separate the man and brother from the murderous criminal?â Jake asked himself as he climbed the steps of his stoop then unlocked his door. He might help Dilan for the right reasons but at the end of the day, he was still helping the head of a brutally violent crime family. What if Jake found Bannonâs murderer but discovered proof that Dilan was a monster in the process? What if Jake was another one of the OâShea brotherâs victims and this was one of Roanâs con jobs? âYou treated him like a patient. It was the right thing to do,â Jake reassured himself then pushed out a long, groaning breath. âMaybe I did the right thing then but what about the rest?â Jake wondered as he dropped his keys in the bowl and hung his coat on the hook.
âYouâll drop this now, if you know whatâs good for you,â Dilan drawled from the couch and Jake stifled a shriek as he jumped and squinted at it.
âWhat are you doing here?â Jake hissed and Dilan made a weary sound as he rose.
âI like you, Jake. Youâre a clever man but youâre going to get yourself hurt or killed if you donât let this go,â he warned as he prowled toward Jake but he didnât feel threatened. He felt a spark of defiant, indignant anger and a spark of something a little too warm and too low in his groin but he ignored it.
âYou stole my body and you think Iâm just going to let that go?â He asked in disbelief then squeezed his eyes shut as Dilanâs gaze wandered down his body. It tingled and Jake shifted as he scrubbed his hand through his hair. âYou know what I meant,â he muttered and Dilan blinked a few times but he remained still.
âI donât need you in the middle of this right now. Stay away from that warehouse,â he said and Jakeâs brows fell.
âSorry for the inconvenience but you kidnapped me,â he reminded him and Dilan nodded.
âAnd I promised youâd be fine then sent you on your way when I was done with you,â he replied and Jakeâs head pulled back as his temper bubbled.
âDone with me?â He laughed. âI saved your life and I didnât arrange for you to be relocated to a jail cell while you were unconscious and under my care. You could have cost me my career and my medical license and you destroyed evidence in a murder case but you thought you were done with me? Motherfucker, youâre not close to done with me!â He vowed and the muscle in Dilanâs jaw twitched.
âIâm trying to protect you,â he ground out and Jake snorted.
âFuck that! You drugged me and do you know how mortifying it is to lose a whole damn body? Iâve never lost a file but I blew a whole fucking case when I let you leave with that body. And then I disappeared with you for days. My credibility is fucked if people find out and Bannonâs killer walks!â Jake said loudly as he pointed at the window and Dilan hushed him as he stepped closer.
âI told you! Iâll confess to this if I have to and Iâll tell anyone you want that I made you help me,â he growled and Jake shook his head.
âYou donât fucking get it. The only way Iâll be ok with this is if Bannonâs killer is caught and behind bars,â he explained then pointed at Dilanâs nose when he opened his mouth to argue. âSave it. You didnât do it and thereâs no way youâll convince me. Right now, youâre just helping a murderer frame you,â he stated and Dilanâs brows rose but his head lowered slightly as he swayed just a little closer.
âHow do you know?â He asked slowly and Jake gave him a flat look despite the tightening of his body. He refused to be intimidated or distracted by the heat trickling into his groin.
âBecause I went to school and studied the body and death and forensics,â he said then smiled. âI also know it wasnât Roan,â he added and Dilanâs eyes widened as his head cocked forward in shock. Their noses almost brushed and Jake felt the huff of his breath against his lips.
âIt wasnât?â He asked and Jake pulled a face.
âAll you had to do was check the number. It wasnât Roanâs. The phone was a clumsy prop and you fell for it because you were scared and in a hurry,â he explained and Dilanâs tongue pushed against the inside of his cheek.
âI only had moments to come up with a plan,â he countered. âI had a body to get rid of and a mortuary around the corner. I just needed a way to get Bannon there so I ran and started the incinerator then went back and waited for you guys to load him up for me,â Dilan said and Jake shook his head.
âI could have cleared you and Roan in about a day, if I had that body,â he said and Dilan shrugged. His chest pushed against Jakeâs as Dilan made a wry, sarcastic chuckle.
âThatâs hindsight for you.â
âNo. Thatâs science and why evidence matters. Do you know how much harder it is to prove you didnât do it without the body?â Jake argued and Dilanâs eyes flicked upwards.
âThat was the point. We were in trouble and I had to act fast. Iâm not going to let Roan go down because of me,â he said and Jake nodded as his nerves and his frustration tangled and wound tighter and tighter. He wanted to strangle Dilan and he needed to taste him.
âAnd thatâs exactly what the killer was counting on. You made the case infinitely harder to solve and left yourself as the main suspect,â he pointed out and Dilan snorted dismissively as his head tilted and Jake held his breath as their lips brushed. His lips vibrated and they felt hot as Jake tightened his fists to keep from pulling Dilan against him or punching him. He was too close and it was making Jake beautifully and uncomfortably frantic.
âIâll deal with it but I donât need you getting in the way,â Dilan grumbled but it was weak and distant as his eyes clung to Jakeâs. Jake raised a brow at him.
âIâm not really worried about what you need. I have a case to solve and my reputation is at stake,â he stated. He wasnât going to mention Roan or his own twisted, conflicted feelings. Jake had no idea what to do about them or if they even mattered.
âWhy do you have to be so fuckingâ¦!â Dilan complained then swore as his hands locked around Jakeâs face. Their lips crashed and Jake gasped as Dilan backed him against the wall and kissed him hungrily. Their teeth clicked as their tongues lashed and thrust wildly and it was intoxicating and desperate. Dilan rolled his hips and pinned Jakeâs and heat exploded.
âOh, fuck!â Jake whimpered as he wrenched his lips free and pulled Dilanâs face into the corner of his neck. âDonât stop, OâShea!â He ordered and there was a ragged groan as Dilanâs teeth and lips pulled at his skin. He sucked and lapped and Jakeâs eyes rolled as his cock throbbed. Jake bucked as his fingers twisted in his hair and he became more frantic as Dilan panted against his ear.
âPlease, call me Dilan,â he breathed and Jake nodded drunkenly and shivered before Dilanâs lips found his again and he kissed him hungrily. The heat was staggering but Jake wanted to get closer and touch and taste more. His hands shot to Dilanâs waist and tore at his belt and fly. âChrist, Jake!â Dilan hissed as he attacked Jakeâs buckle. Their tongues twirled and flicked blindly as their hands pushed and pulled as the sound of grunts, curses and gasps surrounded them. Jakeâs hands closed around thick, solid heat and he drank Dilanâs strangled cry as he gripped his long, throbbing erection. Dilanâs hand pushed into Jakeâs boxers and closed around his shaft and a bright rush of need and fire burst in his groin.
âYes! Dilan!â Jake cried breathlessly as his back arched and his sack tightened. He knew Dilan OâShea was responsible for more than a few of the bodies that came across his table and Jake knew heâd destroyed nearly all the evidence in the Bannon case but he couldnât deny the pressure building in the base of his cock or the hard shiver of pleasure that rushed up his spine. This kiss could destroy the whole case and ruin Jakeâs career but he didnât want it to stop.
K. Sterling is just a very tired and anxious woman with a MacBook who writes to save her sanity. Writing also allows her to stay home and care for her dogs, Milo and the awful Otis, and one very abusive cat, Luna. K. has two teenage daughters who are the most teenage daughters to ever teenage and responsible for all of K.âs premature grey hairs. She also homeschools her teenage son, Alex. Alex has severe autism and is the inspiration behind K.âs most beloved character, Dr. Aiden Sharp. Before all this magical romance nonsense happened, K. served in the U.S. Army as a counterintelligence agent then went on to teach CI Investigations before changing careers and becoming a stay-at-home mom with Alex and the gang. K. has been married for many, many years to Mr. Sterling and he is currently leaving his very long career in counterintelligence to narrate his wifeâs audiobooks. And other things.
Were are our Mafia Romance fans??? Check out this amazing cover and blurb for LOATHE ME by LP Lovell! Add it to your TBR today!
Cover Designer: Vixen Designs Release Date: May 6, 2019 Goodreads: http://bit.ly/2IaXEw6
Blurb:
I’m a soldier. A killer. The Russian Elite. She’s a mafia princess. A job. A runaway bride. My business is death, however, I find myself manipulated into becoming a glorified babysitter to Adelina Ricci. She’s spoiled, naive, reckless, and yet she see’s parts of me I didn’t know existed. Makes me want things I had never even imagined. I will protect her from everything, but I can’t save her from me— that damage is already done. A lethal knight. A rebellious pawn. A lie that will ruin them both. Loathe me or love me? About the Author: Website: www.lplovell.co.uk
Facebook: www.facebook.com/lplovellauthor
Twitter: @Authorlplovell 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. LP loves to hear from readers so please get in touch.
Title: The Truth About Heartbreak
Author: B. Celeste
Genre: Forbidden Romance
Cover Design: Letitia Hasser, RBA Designs
Release Date: June 3, 2019
Blurb
I fell in love with him when I was thirteen years old.
He was older, mysterious, and unattainable. The guy I could never touch.
Then one night changed everything for us. But there was one huge problem.
He belonged to her.
Excerpt
PROLOGUE
River / Present / 23
The velvet caress of silk sheets against my bare skin leaves me hyperaware of what Iâve done. Early morning sunlight slips through the cracked blinds and kisses my exposed back, coating the room in soft pinks and yellows.
Steady, rhythmic breathing sounds from behind me. In, out. In, out. Itâs a melody that makes my muscles lock, too afraid to reacquaint my eyes with every dip and curve of chiseled muscle displayed inches away.
His natural musky scent wraps around me, overwhelming my senses until my heart thumps wildly in my chest. It doesnât take away the memories of lingering touches, gentle kisses, and an overpowering sense of belonging. And less than twelve hours ago, I belonged to Everett Tucker in ways I never thought possible in the ten years of knowing him.
His touches scorched me.
His kisses burned me.
And his bodyâ¦
The mattress dips with the shift of his weight. I hold my breath, waiting to see if heâs awake. When his soft snores echo in the half-empty room, I release the breath and white knuckle the sheets against my breasts. Carefully, I sit up and squeeze my eyes closed like itâll soften the blow of reality.
I wait for the pounding headache or quake of unavoidable nausea to punish me, but my conscience reminds me of what I already know. I wasnât drunk last night. What Iâve done canât be blamed on alcohol.
My hand drags across my bare neck until my heart thunders in pure panic over my missing possession. I swallow my anxiety when I catch the silver chain resting on the night stand and remember the very moment he took it off me.
Nothing but skin. Thatâs what he said he wanted between us. Iâve only taken this necklace off to shower and sleep. It goes everywhere with me, the silver paint palette and brush charms sweeping over my heartbeat as a reminder that he cares. But in the moment I had him as more than a wish, a hope, a dream, he didnât want it lingering.
Nothing but skin.
My fingertips touch the newest charm, a cracked heart, and I suck in a short breath when the contact shocks me. Clenching the sheets tighter to me, I turn slightly to peek through my peripheral and see a tussle of dirty blond hair against my starch white pillow case.
Look, my conscience taunts. Look at him.
Slivers of tan skin make their way into my sight as I shift, my gaze drifting up the mountain of hard muscles that form his toned biceps as they wrap around a pillow. Worrying my bottom lip, my heart summersaults in my chest when the curve of his square jaw comes into view. The sharp line of it is coated with early morning shadow that heâll shave despite preferring a thin layer of stubble.
He looks peaceful when heâs sleeping; the hard edge he normally radiates eased to a laxed slumber. From this angle, I can see the faded white scar that stretches from the bottom of his left ear along the curve of his throat, landing just above his pulse. You wouldnât know itâs there unless you know the story, and he doesnât tell just anybody.
But Iâm not just anybody.
Especially not now.
My throat tightens from the emotions lodging in the back of it as I scope out his sculpted body. He works hard for every muscle, spends countless hours in the gym or training at the fire department, and it shows. The man sleeping beside me has been a figment of my imagination that Iâve conjured thousands of times, but his body is a masterpiece I never could have perfected unless I saw it in person.
I absorb the memory of his body spread on my mattress, bare to me. Every vulnerability laying in a mess of sheets, open to pull apart and dissect and regret when the sun fully rises.
Less than twelve hours ago I belonged to the minty eyed boy Iâve loved since I was thirteen. But Everett Tucker isnât mine to love.
He stirs when I rise from bed.
âEverett,â I whisper brokenly, my heart shattering inside my chest. I can feel the pieces splintering apart as I choke out my final words. âWe made a mistake.â
Author Bio
B. Celeste is the alter ego of Barbara C. Doyle.
Her obsession with forbidden romance enabled her to pave a path into a new world of love, sex, sin, and angst.
Her debut novel is The Truth about Heartbreak.
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Gone For You, an all-new small town, second chance romance from Jennifer Van Wyk, is available now!
I didn't expect you.
Certainly wasn't looking for a relationship.
But, my heart is drawn to you and I can't stop the way it’s beating, demanding more.
This distance between us should have been enough to stop me.
It wasn't, though. Not even knowing you're my brother's best friend could have stopped me from wanting more with you.
The universe has other plans, though.
You say that you'll stop at nothing to make me yours.
But, our pasts have a way of sneaking up on us.
I hope I'm strong enough to withstand the hurt. Because my heart... it's gone for you.
Gone for You is a standalone brother's best friend, sweet and sizzling romance. Download your copy today or read FREE in Kindle Unlimited! Amazon: https://amzn.to/2CA27EO Amazon Worldwide: http://mybook.to/GoneForYou Amazon Paperback: https://amzn.to/2U642eu Add to GoodReads: http://bit.ly/2MU8ZRf 4 Heart Review by AshleyOh my happy heart. Gone For You was ridiculously addicting. So good that I read it in a day. From the first comical meeting, I knew I was going to be rooting for Liv (and Ethan too). I liked Liv. A lot. She was smart and witty and scared. The relationships in her past had left her burned and skeptical to give love a try again. But the she stumbled into Ethan's bar. Ethan- her brother's friend. The guy she met years ago that captivated her young heart. The guy who made her doubt all her fears. But Ethan wasn't without his own demons. However, a lifetime of loss didn't make him shy away from Liv. He handled her with care. He knew she needed it. But he had needs too. And the biggest one was a future with her. In his home and heart. There was more than one revelation that rocked Liv to her core as the story unfolded. But they only proved to show her how right her and Ethan were for one another. And Ethan had some making up to do too. Thankfully, he had Owen and Rex to help him wake up and see the error of his ways. Gone For You was smartly written, funny, steamy and a fresh take on the brothers friend, second-chance romance. And though the chemistry between Ethan and Liv was instant the build of the relationship was nice and slow. The entire cast of characters that Jennifer Van Wyk crafted for this series played a part in getting these two to fight for what they wanted. And I can't wait to see what is in store for this crew next.
Pre-order the second standalone in the All For You Series, Falling for You today! Amazon: https://amzn.to/2XUVsyh Amazon Worldwide: http://mybook.to/FallingYou Excerpt:It’s getting late and the crowd has shrunk in size considerably, including almost everyone that I saw hanging out with the birthday party. But not Liv. Still, even though the crowd is small, they all cheer when I toss a bottle Rex’s way and he lets it drop almost to the floor before bending at the knees to catch it. He stands back up, swoops his arm in the air, releases his grip on the bottle and snatches it again quickly. Everyone laughs and claps at his theatrics, a few catcalls are hollered from the back area by the pool table. Even though we’ve been at it off and on all night, they still can’t get enough. He winks at a pretty girl with chin-length, straight brown hair and she blushes as he raises the vodka bottle high in the air while he’s pouring the liquor into the glass, topping it off with a splash of cranberry juice and wedge of lime. I don’t even know if she ordered it but he gives it to her anyway and she lifts it to her lips. He leans over the bar, whispering something in her ear. She smiles over the rim of the glass and touches his shoulder flirtatiously. I shake my head, knowing exactly who he’ll be spending his night with. Speaking of… My skin prickles, a tingle runs up and down my spine. I don’t need to scan the crowd to know where she is. I move to the end of the bar where she’s sitting now, talking with a friend while pretending not to watch me. The ‘trio of boobs’, as Liv so eloquently named them, sidles up next to her and orders another round of shots. Of course they’re still here. “Can we get some Slut Juice?” This time it’s a different woman ordering than before. Liv coughs and I look at her out of the corner of my eye. She bites the corner of her bottom lip and I can tell she’s trying not to laugh. “Comin’ right up,” I tell them, knocking my knuckles on the wood. The girls giggle and I hear Liv mumble something about them already having enough slut juice. I’m glad my back is turned when she says it so no one sees how hard I’m working to keep a straight face. Behind me, I hear the same high-pitched voice from earlier paired with cackling laughter when the girl who first approached me earlier tonight says something about my ass and how she hopes I’m going to cash in on that flaming orgy. “You’re awful,” one of them replies. “What? Like you weren’t thinking it?” “Maybe we can get ‘em both to join us.” I glance at Liv just in time to see her rolling her eyes. Drinks mixed, I fill their shots and push them in their direction. “We’re going to get you to join us sooner or later,” the first one purrs. “Babe?” I hear Liv call out. Scrunching my eyebrows, I look at her to see who she’s talking to. But her focus is on me. One of the girls huffs beside me when Liv reaches out and lays her hand on my hand that’s resting on the bar. “Eth? Did you hear me?” Eth? “Huh?” She looks at the girls and sighs like she’s really put out. “When he’s working, he’s so focused on making his customers happy. It’s one of the things I love most about him. Though, I have to admit, it kind of sucks when you don’t even hear what your girlfriend is saying.” She offers them a sweet smile while trailing a finger over my hand. Liv turns and looks at me adoringly and sighs. Places her chin in the palm of her hand not touching me. “But just look at him. Could you stay upset with that face? Isn’t he gorgeous?” One of the girls starts agreeing while one elbows her in the side. They spin around, hair flying behind them as they stomp away. “You probably just cost me a tip,” I tease. “Oh please. You should be thanking me.” It doesn’t go unnoticed that her long, slender fingers are still resting on my hand. The bright pink polish on her fingernails is a stark contrast against my skin and something about it is so completely sexy. I’m also very aware that I haven’t moved my hand either. In fact, if anything, I’m inching it closer to her. “Thanking you, huh?” “Uh huh. I probably just saved you from about four STD’s.” “From who? The…” “Trio of boobs. Yes. I mean, seriously, who orders slut juice when it’s obvious it’s basically their blood type.” I bark out a laugh and turn my body so I’m fully facing her. I notice her friend beside us is watching our exchange like we’re the most entertaining thing she’s seen all night. She’s looks to be about ready to pull out a bag of popcorn and settle in for a good show. “I’m so grateful that you felt the need to step in, pretend to be my girlfriend so they’d back off. I mean, one can only handle receiving so many orgy invitations in one night.” She lifts a shoulder and I feel her hand flex over mine. “Well, yeah. I’m generous like that.” I lower my voice and inch closer still. “So it was all for my benefit, huh?” Liv rubs her lips together and glances down at our hands that are almost linked together now. “Mm hmm. Your benefit only.” “No other reason to get those girls away from me?” “You did seem awfully uncomfortable and I assumed you were being nice because it’s kind of your job.” I lean on the bar so I’m close enough to say into her ear, “You know what I think?” She shakes her head slightly and I can smell the faint coconut fragrance of her shampoo waft through my senses. I want to thread my fingers through her hair, bury my nose in it, wrap it around my hand while I tip her head back and taste the long column of her neck. I flip my hand over beneath hers and curl a finger so the tip teases the palm of her hand. I’m hoping for a shiver in response and smile when I receive it. “I think you were jealous.”
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Yesterday I was his equal. Today I am his property. When I inherited my father's fortune, I became a billionaire... but not a billionaire like Darko Lijander. I thought wealth meant power, until he stripped me bare, spanked me until I called him master, and then showed me what real power looks like in the most shameful way possible. As I am taken from my home to his waiting helicopter, naked, blushing, and already very, very thoroughly used, I have no idea what he has in store for me, but one thing is abundantly clear. I am now his property.
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“Who are you?” I whisper the question. “I’m the man who is taking you, Chloe.” “Taking me where?” His hand slides over my seared cheeks, and pushes between my thighs. His long fingers find the slick lips of my sex. I’m wet. I don’t know why. I’m sore and embarrassed and scared. My body is in panic mode. Maybe that involves some instinctive response of arousal. “Anywhere and any way I want.” His voice makes me tremble. There’s something completely certain, totally possessive about it. He touches me as though he owns me, as if I am a thing for him to use. His fingers make the point further by sliding up and down my bare slit, smearing the traitorous juices along the folds of my sex. I look into those eyes, search them for some hint of his identity. I don’t know him. I’m certain I have never met him. Can I be so sure, though? I meet thousands of people every year. Have I seen him before in a less predatory mode? Has he somehow blended into a crowd of fundraising rich-listers at some point? I know he has money. I can feel it in the way he carries himself. This is a man with power. This is a man who doesn’t believe the rules apply to him - because they don’t. “You’re hurting me.” “No, I’m not,” he says, the tip of his finger finding the entrance of my sex. I feel it drift in a slow circle around that delicate place and then pull away to give me another sharp slap, reigniting the pain in my bottom. “You won’t get away with this.” He smirks, his expression becoming rakish and utterly arrogant. “Yes I will.” The grip in my hair tightens as he marches me through my room into the adjoining office. I said I needed this for work, but no work has ever been done on the big oak desk. It’s impeccably clean thanks to Miles and his staff. “What are you…”I pull against his grasp. “You’re insane.” “I don’t think I am,” he says, a dark chuckle escaping his lips. “I think I’m just what you need, Chloe.” “What do you want? Money? Or are you going to…” I can’t even say it. But we both know what’s on his mind. It's just as well Loki Renard became an author because other career paths proved disastrous. She was once thrown out of someone's house for trying to sell them citrus based cleaning product, and her brief brush with corporate life ended when she wrote profiles for her fellow employees likening them to various feral animals then attempted to negotiate the idea of not coming into the office and getting paid anyway. Perhaps if she'd had the dedication to slug herself in the face a la Fight Club, things might have turned out differently. BENDING HER TO THE BEAR’S WILL The human thinks I’m stalking her. Maybe I am. But I’m not the only one. There’s something evil in these woods and it preys on single women. I’m not about to let the sexy scientist fall into its lair. Even if that means holding her prisoner in my cabin. Keeping her where I can see her at all times. Bending her to my bear’s will. Just until the storm passes. Until her research is finished. Then I’ll let her go. I swear. It’s crazy—not like me at all—but I slowly push the sleeping bag down to see more of the man’s chest. I tell myself I just want to see the rest of the tattooes. Instead I’m awed by a 12-pack of abdominal muscles. The way his body is both lean and large at the same time. I’m tempted to touch the curls in his dark beard, but I know that would be going too far. Bear lifts his head and thumps his tail. I don’t speak to him because I don’t want to wake up my rescuer. Not until I’m safely out of this sleeping bag and find some clothes. I continue my ridiculous shimmy, army crawling my way out of the bag and he snorts, curving up the arm that was under my head and is now at waist level and capturing me. Oh crap. My breast now brushes the top of his head, and my pussy’s wetter than before just from feeling his strength. I imagine him using that strength to hold me down and bring those sensuous lips to my nipple. What? I’m crazy. Hold me down? Definitely not a fantasy I’ve ever had before. I don’t go for cocky, dominant men who thing they need to take charge in the relationship or bed. Gross. I try to keep shimmying, but his arm around my waist is banded tight, even though he’s fallen back into gentle snores.
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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.
Lee Savino
Lee Savino has grandiose goals but most days can’t find her wallet or her keys so she just stays at home and writes. While she was studying creative writing at Hollins University, her first manuscript won the Hollins Fiction Prize. She lives in Richmond, Va with her awesome family> You can find her on Facebook in the Goddess Group (which you totally should join). What happens when a Knight Seduces a Dare?
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Sparks fly when a Knight seduces a Dare. Sienna Dare is forbidden. She's too young and she has an overprotective brother whose business Ethan Knight can’t risk losing. He’s on the rebound and overcoming his deceased wife’s betrayal. But at a black tie corporate event, their mutual desire flares. Passion between them can’t be ignored. And one hot night changes everything when Sienna finds herself tied to Ethan for good. Pre-order your copy today! Amazon: https://amzn.to/2JZcWpY AppleBooks: https://apple.co/2OATkar Amazon Worldwide: http://mybook.to/DareMeTonight Nook: http://bit.ly/2U2qc1K Kobo: http://bit.ly/2FIY9vN Google Play: http://bit.ly/2HMcmu0 Amazon Paperback: https://amzn.to/2HMcIRm Add to GoodReads: http://bit.ly/2uAJlsC Meet Carly Phillips Carly Phillips gives her readers Alphalicious heroes to swoon for and romance to set your heart on fire, and she loves everything about writing romance . She married her college sweetheart and lives in Purchase, NY along with her three crazy dogs: two wheaten terriers and a mutant Havanese, who are featured on her Facebook and Instagram. She has raised two incredible daughters who put up with having a mom as a romance author. Carly is the author of over fifty romances, and is a NY Times, Wall Street Journal, and USA Today Bestseller. She loves social media and interacting with her readers. Want to keep up with Carly? Sign up for her newsletter and receive TWO FREE books at www.carlyphillips.com.
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