“This series grips you by the throat and refuses to let go—and you’ll be begging for more the entire time.” -- Sierra Simone, USA Today Bestselling AuthorOver the Edge, the stunning conclusion to the “intensely sexy” and “mind-blowing” Edge Series by New York Times bestselling author CD Reiss is available now!
The epic conclusion to the intense and dark Edge Series. Limits tested. Boundaries shifted. Descend into sanity. ------ This is Caden and Greyson's final story. 
Download your copy today! Amazon US: https://amzn.to/2LD2Hrj iBooks: https://apple.co/2pOTH64 Amazon Worldwide: http://mybook.to/OvertheEdge Nook: https://bit.ly/2pLTalC Kobo: https://bit.ly/2ute0e2 Google Play: https://bit.ly/2Gj2GHb Paperback: https://amzn.to/2uX4nlE Add to GoodReads: https://bit.ly/2HZrFiu Start the Edge Series today FREE with Cutting Edge!  Over the Edge by C.D. ReissBrittany's rating: 5 of 5 stars Best book in the series! I absolutely loved it and stayed enthralled the entire time. Caden stays Caden through the whole book, but after taking BiCam at the end of the last book, Greyson now has a split, who calls herself Respite. Greyson has a past she has forgotten about, and as the book develops, you slowly piece together what happened, and it's not pretty. There's not as much action in this book as the last, which is fine, because there's more emphasis on Greyson/Respite and Caden's relationship. Oh, and really hot sex. Which is another plus. The ending shocked me. I was reading it at work and I'm sitting there with my mouth wide open, holding my Kindle right in front of my face, in disbelief that the author would end it that way. You sure had me fooled, C.D. Reiss. The series as a whole is one weird as fuck mind-fuck. It didn't make sense at times, but I think that was purposeful. This book ended it in the most perfect of ways, though I have no idea what the letter said at the very end. I feel like I'm missing something, but I'm not sure what it is. View all my reviews About CD Reiss: CD Reiss is a New York Times bestseller. She still has to chop wood and carry water, which was buried in the fine print. Her lawyer is working it out with God but in the meantime, if you call and she doesn't pick up she's at the well hauling buckets. Born in New York City, she moved to Hollywood, California to get her master's degree in screenwriting from USC. In case you want to know, that went nowhere but it did give her a big enough ego to write novels. She's frequently referred to as the Shakespeare of Smut which is flattering but hasn't ever gotten her out of chopping that cord of wood. If you meet her in person, you should call her Christine.
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Dirty Headlines, an all-new sexy, enemies-to-lovers romance from USA Today bestselling author L.J. Shen is coming September 7th and we have the first sneak peek!
Célian Laurent. Manhattan royalty. Notorious playboy. Heir to a media empire. …And my new boss. I could have impressed him, if not for last month’s unforgettable one-night stand. I left it with more than orgasms and a pleasant memory—namely, his wallet. Now he’s staring me down like I’m the dirt under his Italian loafers, and I’m supposed to take it. But the thing about being Judith “Jude” Humphry is I have nothing to lose. Brooklyn girl. Infamously quirky. Heir to a stack of medical bills and a tattered couch. When he looks at me from across the room, I see the glint in his eyes, and that makes us rivals. He knows it. So do I. Every day in the newsroom is a battle. Every night in his bed, war. But it’s my heart at stake, and I fear I’ll be raising the white flag. Add to GoodReads: https://bit.ly/2GuCKIB Excerpt: He had an American accent. Not French. American.Smooth. Familiar. Ordinary. He fired out sentences at the speed of light. I heard him, but I couldn’t listen. Shock gripped my body as the pieces of the puzzle fell into place. My dirty one-night stand was my boss. My lying, American boss. And now I had to deal with that—hopefully for a very long time, because I desperately needed this job. Someone snapped their fingers, and my gaze shot from Célian’s face to Grayson. His forehead had crumpled into a frown. “You look like you’re trying hard not to cry or having a really intense orgasm. I’m hoping for you that it’s the latter and some kind of a weird-slash-awesome condition. You okay?” I nodded, scraping up a smile. “Sorry. Zero orgasms happening under this dress. I just zoned out for a second.”Lies. I was about to orgasm just remembering how good Célianhad felt parting my thighs with his big, callused hands and dipping his tongue into my slit. Then words stopped streaming down on everyone’s heads like a scalding shower, and I realized that indeed there was something worse than hearing Célianspeak in his perfect American English. And that was not hearing him speak at all. Because now the icicles were pointed at me like a cocked gun. I glanced up to meet his gaze. He stared at me for exactly one second before his focus snapped to Grayson. “Am I understood, Gregory?” he asked. Gregory? “Crystal clear, sir,” Grayson bowed, his voice trembling at the edges. Célian jerked his chin toward me. “Your cover girl material is going downhill.” God. Damn. Bastard. He recognized me, and I knew it. His eyes had kindled, melting the ice and growing darker the minute our gazes mingled. He remembered, and maybe it killed him that I was here in the same way it buried me. I want my iPod back, my gaze told him. I had over three thousand songs on that thing, and they were all too good to be wasted on that jerk. “Jude Humphry. Junior reporter. It’s her first day,” Grayson highlighted, almost pleadingly. He shifted in my direction, as if he might need to physically protect me from the sharp-tongued, suited monster. I suppressed a smile when I realized I’d told Célianmy last name was Spears. Well, he certainly wasn’t a Timberlake. He was a Laurent. An American monarch through and through. A billionaire, a powerful force, and judging by our one and only encounter—a raging playboy. This man was inside you, I internally shrieked. And not just once. His cock was buried so deep in you, you screamed. You can still taste the salty, earthy flavor of his cum.You know he has a freckle on his lower back. You know what sound he makes when he empties inside a woman. I internally thanked my mind for ruining my panties in public, and nodded. “Pleasure to meet you, sir.” I offered him my hand, my face flushing with embarrassment at my choice of words. Everyone was looking at us, and there were at least fifty people in the room. Célian—if that was even his name—ignored my outreached hand. Instead, he turned his face to the man beside him. “Mathias, any other words of wisdom?” Mathias? Wasn’t that his father? Just how cold was the man with the icy blue eyes? “I think you touched everything,” said the big boss—and he did have a heavy French accent, so at least the lie had a seed. Mathias stared at me placidly, like he could read the secret his son and I shared on my face. Célian spun toward me, uncuffing his cufflinks and rolling his sleeves up his veiny forearms. “Accounting can go back to their unfortunate line of work. Couture is excused from this meeting—though not forgiven for their horrid blog. Miss Humphry?” He snapped his fingers impatiently. He was already waltzing down the narrow hallway, knowing I’d chase him like a puppy, and no doubt taking pleasure in that fact. “I have a bone to pick with you.” Bone, boner—same difference, right? I shot Grayson a please-save-my-butt look. His eyes said, I would but I still have a life to live. I followed Célian down the hall, my Chucks slapping the floor in a hurry. He sliced through the throng of accountants, then stopped at a corner office, opened the door, barked “Out!” to the man inside, and tilted his head for me to go in. I did. He closed the door, and it was just the two of us. Two feet of empty space between us. About LJ Shen: L.J. Shen is an International #1 best-selling author of Contemporary Romance and New Adult novels. She lives in Northern California with her husband, young son and chubby cat. Before she’d settled down, L.J. (who thinks referring to herself in the third person is really silly, by the way) traveled the world, and collected friends from all across the globe. Friends who’d be happy to report that she is a rubbish companion, always forgets people's’ birthdays and never sends Christmas cards. She enjoys the simple things in life, like spending time with her family and friends, reading, HBO, Netflix and internet-stalking Stephen James. She reads between three to five books a week and firmly believes Crocs shoes and mullets should be outlawed.
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The environmental chick? Yeah, she’s hot.
I’d love to bend her over the hood of her stupid little electric car and smack that ass. But the project comes first. I don’t have time for dating, especially tree-huggers. I have to get this build completed on time. But a kiss never hurt anyone... right? She just better not be playing me to get info on my boss. Or shut down this project. Because she’ll find out that I can give as good as I get. That I have creative ways to punish her. Get her begging for more… This book is part of an amazing series of books about sexy blue-collar guys who don't mind getting a little dirty. ;) They are stand-alones and do not need to be read in order, but are all super sexy and delicious. From Alexis Alvarez (me!), Lee Savino, Renee Rose, Alta Hensley, Tara Crescent, Ava Sinclair, Aubrey Cara, Jane Henry. 
A band is playing, and it’s so loud that you can’t talk, but he puts his mouth right up to my ear and says, “What do you want to drink?” His breath on my skin practically makes me swoon. I have to speak into his ear, too, and it’s the sexiest fucking thing I’ve done in a long time. I rest my hand on his shoulder and he bends down to accommodate me while I reach up on tiptoes. “Pinot Noir if they have it. If not, I’ll take whatever.” His shirt is crisp under my hand, and I feel his muscles. Smell him—cologne, soap, his skin. I love it. He puts his mouth back to my ear. “You want the menu, or do you trust me to choose?” His breath fans my hair and sends tingles down my spine. Into my toes, my nipples. I tilt my head up again to talk into his ear, and he rests one hand lightly on my waist, as if to provide support. His fingers splay out, softly, not doing anything erotic. But the touch alone makes me catch my breath. “You think you know what I want?” I half-whisper it, but my lips are so close to his face that he can hear me. A muscle clenches in his jaw. “I think I’m a fast learner. Never had complaints.” His hand tightens ever so slightly. “Is that so?” This time I leave my hand on his shoulder a second longer. My whole body aches for it and I sigh, like a druggie getting her high, when I feel his lips at my ear again, that tingly tickle of his voice. “You taste what I give you and tell me what you think, alright?” Fuck me, but I want to taste him. I want what he’ll give me. A slow smiles spreads across my face. He raises an eyebrow. “I don’t think you’ll be disappointed, Talia.” 
Alexis Alvarez writes romances - some are light-hearted contemporary romances; others delve into the exotic world of domination and submission. Her female heroines are strong-willed women who are never push-overs, and who can hold their own in society and the workplace, but who are intrigued with the idea of kink and submission in the bedroom. Alexis writes with skill and poetry, creating worlds that are both dark and erotic and, at times, humorous and light. Alexis is a writer, photographer, gourmet cook, former engineer, and mom. She likes other things besides BDSM fiction, and some of them include snorkeling, lemon bars, thunderstorms, and laughing so hard with her sisters and brother that her stomach hurts. 
We are thrilled to be sharing with you the release of TEN REASONS TO STAY by Candace Knoebel. TEN REASONS TO STAY is the first standalone in the Risky Hearts duet and fans of contemporary romance won't want to miss this one! Be sure to grab your copy today!
One day a week—Thursdays—my husband and I could do whatever or whomever we pleased. Protection was non-negotiable. And no matter what, we had to be home by midnight. Jack was the one who wanted an open marriage, but we were supposed to keep things simple. No strings. No commitments. It seemed so easy…until it wasn’t. Devilishly handsome Cole Blackwater was only supposed to be a fling, but everything about him made me feel alive. Wanted. Seen. When I realized he was my husband’s boss, I should have broken things off right then…but I didn’t. One day a week, I could pretend that I was his and he was mine…until Cole wanted more. But how could I decide between the man I’d promised to love, honor, and cherish, and the man who tempted me to break every single vow I’d made?
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