Title: Virgin For Sale Author: Cassandra Dee Genre: Romance My family was flat broke, so I sold my virginity to make ends meet. Everything went down the hole after my dad lost his job. We lost our house, staying in a shelter, and my dead-end job wasn’t nearly enough. But there’s a place in Vegas where you can sell your virginity to billionaires. So out of desperation, I did it. I put myself up for auction. But I never expected to be bought by someone like Andrew Fire. Mr. Fire was rich, handsome, and devastatingly charming. Even though he bought me, it didn’t seem like it at first. He made me feel precious, like I really meant something to him. But ultimately, this was a transaction. And falling in love definitely wasn’t part of the bargain! Cassandra Dee does it again with her latest hot read, Virgin For Sale! When Annie and her family are in financial trouble she does something unexpected when she applies to an ad for an escort. The Billionaires Club holds auctions in Nevada for the men to bid on a week with the women who make it through the vetting process. Annie's auction is a virgin auction and she finds herself really getting in to things during the viewing process. Andrew is an alpha who doesn't want to deal with the annoyances of dating and instead enjoys the auction his club holds. When he sees the virgin up for auction nothing will stop him from winning the week with her. What neither counted on was falling for the other and not wanting the week to end. While an unusual way to meet these two are actually kind of perfect for each other. Annie wants Andrew for him, not what he can buy and Andrew wants to protect Annie, even if he thinks her being far away from him is the solution. Cassandra Dee's stories are hot, steamy and have heart in the middle of it all and I love them. Hi, I’m Cassandra! If you’re looking for something short, smutty and fun to read, then you’re in the right place! I write stories that make your cheeks burn and insides melt, but with a good dose of conflict, and always a happily ever after. My heroines are sexy, sassy, with curves going on for ages. My heroes are alpha and dominant, but missing the touch of the right girl. I’m currently living my own HEA with my husband and kids in New York, eating way too many chocolates while writing.
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Title: Royal Rebel: A Bad Boy Royal Romance Author: Avery Wilde Genre: Romance Royal. Rebel. Red Hot. ABI When I spent a night with Vince Remington, I knew he was gorgeous, smart, witty, and charming. I didn’t know he was a Prince Charming, though. Literally. He’s a bone fide member of the royal family, and he wants me. Badly. But the royal family—and the rest of the country—will go to the ends of the earth to stop a commoner like me from being with him. I know I should stay away from the drama, but it’s a little late for that now. I’m pregnant with Vince’s child, and when that news finally comes out, it’s going to be one hell of a royal scandal… Abi and Vincent couldn't be more different, yet seem to be made for each other. Abi gets the chance of a lifetime to go to a cooking course taught by a famous French chef just when her life is in turmoil. Abi needs a break from a very recent ex, who has people in her life worried about her, so off to Europe she goes. A hole in the wall pub in London has her sitting by the fire and thinking about a recent match she made on a new dating app. Vincent is out and about in London when he ditches his security and pops into the same hole in the wall pub and finds himself drawn to the woman sitting in his spot by the fireplace. An American woman who doesn't know he is a prince is a breath of fresh air fro Vincent. Abi and Vincent have whirlwind romance complete with ex's who won't stay in the past, a royal family who think they know best and being in the public eye. A playboy prince who finds the woman made for him, not caring about her pedigree or what his family thinks-he's not that close in line to take over the throne anyway. I loved the latest from Avery Wilde. I'm Avery Wilde and I live in North Carolina with my husband and three gorgeous cats. I love writing and sharing my work (almost as much as I love chocolate cake!), and I also love connecting with readers Title - Ex-Con Times Two: A Dark Bad Boy MFM Romance Authors - Jay S. Wilder & Bella Love-Wins Genre - Dark MFM Romance We’re supposed to be on our best behavior, but things are about to get filthy with our sweet little virgin. Hunter When you’ve had a rough life like I have, doing hard time is pretty much a guarantee. I’m an ex-con. It’s like one of those dirty little secrets I hate sharing. I don’t expect any breaks or a happy ending, but good fortune comes our way for the first time in, well… ever. Then I meet Katelynn. A good girl. Katelynn is sweet, shy, and way too young. She’s barely legal, but I can’t help wanting to live out every filthy fantasy on her innocent, virgin body. Correction. We can’t. Because my ex-con best friend, Jake, and I like to share one woman. Our kitten. We find out that someone wants to harm her. Now that we’ve claimed her for ourselves, no one gets to touch her. Not on our watch. To hell with parole violations. We’ll break every rule to keep her alive. *Authors’ Note: Ex-Con Times Two is a full length standalone with no cliffhangers and a guaranteed happy ever after ending. This is a MFM full-length ménage romance that is all about the woman. There are no M/M scenes. This story is all about TWO hot bad boy ex-cons who fall for the same woman... Katelynn The sound of Jake turning the lock on the door behind him reminds me that he’s here. With us. Watching. My eyes open part way and meet his. He doesn’t look away. Those eyes pierce my skull and hold me in one spot. He’s liking this? I guess he’s into watching. And I must be into being watched. The idea makes me drenched between my thighs, dripping wet and wondering how in the world I’m so calm about all of this. Good Lord. I’m kissing one man and lusting over another at the same time. How did I ever get myself into this situation? And what does it mean? Do I like Hunter? Or Jake? And hell, what on earth are they thinking about me? About us? There’s no time to explore these questions right now. Jake closes the distance between us with two ground-eating steps. He drags off his hat and rests it on the counter beside the sinks as Hunter breaks our kiss and steps aside for Jake to replace him. Jesus Jones, they’re taking turns on me? Hunter’s okay with letting Jake…have me? I’m so turned on from their proximity and as a result of this out of the box sensual experience that I don’t want to stop. Kissing one man is hot. Kissing two men back-to-back? Well it’s sexy as hell. I tilt my face up towards Jake’s. My lips part. My breathing is quickened as Jake lowers his face to mine, and takes my lips in a possessive, hungry, open-mouthed kiss—right in front of Hunter. His hands wander up to my shoulders, slowly making its way down my arms, until they loop around my waist and drag me in tight. Then I feel a flood of warmth behind me. It’s Hunter. His chest is touching my back, and the heat of his groin is at my lower back, and oh God, his hands are covering my shoulders from behind. My fingers grip the sides of Jake’s t-shirt for balance. I’m dizzy from not breathing, but I don’t want to stop for something as minor as air. After some time, Jake pulls from the kiss, his hazel eyes shining down at me like the sun as I gasp for air. Hunter nudges his lips at my ear again. “We want you, Katelynn.” My stomach does a full flip. “Both of you?” I ask, still looking up at Jake. “Yes,” Jake rumbles. “At the same time. We like to share.” “You want to share…me?” He nods, and I have to suck in a breath and hold it in tight. Jake and Hunter want me. At the same time. And the kicker is, now that he’s said it, I can’t get the image of two men taking me out of my head. Two men. For my first time. I can barely breathe. My knees are weak. I’m falling apart... at the hands of two men. Just because you have a record and went to prison doesn't mean a person with a 9-5 job and clean record is safer than you are. That is what Kaitlynn learns when she meets Hunter and Jake at the new mechanic shop by work. Hunter and Jake have made some mistakes, but they paid their time, now they just want to move on with their lives without going back to prison. The two guys have been friends for a long time, even though they grew apart for a while, they share a lot-including women-and when they meet Kaitlynn they know she is different than other women. Although she can be naive and sometimes come off as sheltered she is drawn to the two men. When her life seems to blowup right before her eyes these two men will put everything, including their freedom, on the line to protect her-even when she tries to push them away because she is afraid of their pasts. I loved this book from Jay S. WIlder and Bella Love-Wins! Jay S. Wilder writes erotic bad boy and billionaire romance, and dark MFM menage romance that's all about the woman. The darker, the better. Just the way you like it. Sign up for updates, new releases, free books and hot promotions at jayswilder.com. Bella Love-Wins is a USA Today Bestselling author (Alphas for the Holidays, Shifters in the Snow: Bundle of Joy, and Shifters in the Shadows). She loves writing steamy, high-action romance stories about bad boys, billionaires, and alpha males who know what they want and aren't afraid of laying claim to the women who catch their interest. She craves a happy ever after ending. In her spare time, Bella enjoys reading, hiking, the countryside, and traveling to destinations unspoiled by commercial tourism, like Las Vegas. For the next while, you'll find her plotting and writing about her latest stories in Toronto. Jay S. Wilder NL Sign Up Facebook Page Amazon Catalog Bella Love-Wins NL Sign Up Facebook Page Amazon Catalog Title: Blackwell Author: Alexandrea Weis with Lucas Astor Genre: Gothic Romance Release: January 17, 2017 Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/32312194-blackwell Blurb: Hell has a new master In the late 1800s, handsome, wealthy New Englander, Magnus Blackwell, is the envy of all. When Magnus meets Jacob O’Conner—a Harvard student from the working class—an unlikely friendship is forged. But their close bond is soon challenged by a captivating woman; a woman Magnus wants, but Jacob gets. Devastated, Magnus seeks solace in a trip to New Orleans. After a chance meeting with Oscar Wilde, he becomes immersed in a world of depravity and brutality, inevitably becoming the inspiration for Dorian Gray. Armed with the forbidden magic of voodoo, he sets his sights on winning back the woman Jacob stole from him. Amid the trappings of Victorian society, two men, bent on revenge, will lay the foundation for a curse that will forever alter their destinies. Buy Links: Amz: http://amzn.to/2lbsarV Ibooks: http://apple.co/2lSEdKM B&N: http://bit.ly/2lSBroN Kobo: http://bit.ly/2kNM0bU What others are saying: "5 Revenge is a dish best served.....with a side of Voodoo stars!" - The Book Sirens “This book was cleverly written. Set in Boston and New Orleans, I was spellbound by the narrative.” - Reader Review "Alexandrea Weis pulls the reader into a dark and fated tale of catastrophic jealousy;" - The Reading Cafe Excerpt: Leaving the firelight, he headed toward the water, eager to learn more about the woman. Beyond the glare of the bonfire, his eyes were better able to take in her figure. Her nightdress was torn in places and had dark splotches on it in others. She stood at the water’s edge, her feet hidden below the surface of the bayou. As he drew closer, Magnus got a better view of her exquisite face. Her pale, snowy skin glowed in the darkness, and her features were perfect except for a scar above her right lip. He ached to help her, to guide her from the water and back to the warmth of the fire. “Are you all right?” She titled her head to the side as she examined him. Then without saying anything, she held out her hand to him. Magnus could hear a woman’s voice saying, Magnus, come with me, in his head, but her lips never moved. He was entranced, drawn to her, and just as he was raising his hand to take hers, another hand clamped down on his wrist. “Magnus, no, don’t touch her,” Madam Simone called out. The spell was broken, and the woman in the water faded away. Magnus gawked at the water. “What?” “I told you to stay close to the fire,” she admonished. He pointed to the water. “You saw her? Who was that?” Madam Simone let go of his arm. “You mean what was that, don’t you?” “I don’t understand.” She waved her long stick out over the water. “That was a spirit called by the ceremony. She often appears when we perform our rituals on the bayou.” “You know her?” The shock was evident in his voice. “She’s the spirit of one who sacrificed herself for love many years ago. She was the quadroon mistress of a wealthy white man who spurned her and her unborn child.” Magnus removed his hat and wiped his hand over his brow, feeling shaky. “So you are telling me I just saw a ghost?” Madam Simone chuckled at his reaction. “The world is not everything you see, Magnus. Ghosts are as real as you or I. They are the impression left behind by a life ended in misery, pain, or confusion. The spirits trapped or bound to earth are the ones who haunt. The ones who have found peace are the ones who leave.” “Where do they go?” She gave him a sad smile. “That all depends on what you believe. Heaven, hell, paradise—take your pick. We have more names for the world that comes after than we do for the one we currently inhabit. I think that speaks volumes about our capacity for hope.” Magnus took an unsteady breath as his eyes returned to the water. “What about her? The girl in the water? Will she ever find peace and move on?” “No.” Madam Simone shook her head and, gathering up her skirt, took a step away from the shore. “She has chosen to remain here.” “Chosen?” he shouted. “Are you telling me she had a choice?” “We all choose in life and in death, Magnus.” She glanced back at him. “That is why we have souls—to make that choice.” Magnus could still hear the voice of the spirit calling to him in his head. “I think she spoke to me. She knew my name.” “Spirits often bring messages from the dead. Do you know anyone who has recently died?” He shook his head. “No, no one.” Madam Simone motioned ahead to the bonfire. “Let’s get back to the fire.” Returning his hat to his head, Magnus followed her up the bank. “I’m not sure what I witnessed, Madam Simone, but I no longer think I’m a skeptic.” She grinned as they walked along. “Good. Then the ceremony served its purpose.” “What purpose?” Madam Simone kept her eyes focused on the firelight. “To prepare your soul for what is to come.” Teasers Meet The Author:
From New Orleans, Alexandrea Weis was raised in the motion picture industry and began writing stories at the age of eight. In college she studied nursing and went on to teach at a local university. After several years in the medical field, she decided to pick up the pen once again and began her first novel, To My Senses. Since that time she has published many novels. Infusing the rich tapestry of her hometown into her award-winning books, she believes that creating vivid characters makes a story memorable. Her work has been critically acclaimed and has been continually growing in popularity. Alexandrea Weis is also a certified/permitted wildlife rehabber with the La. Wildlife and Fisheries. When she is not writing, she rescues orphaned and injured wildlife. She is married; they live in New Orleans . Social Media Links: Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/authoralexandreaweis/ Twitter: https://twitter.com/alexandreaweis Website: http://www.alexandreaweis.com/ Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Alexandrea-Weis/e/B0028OJO6C/ Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/1211671.Alexandrea_Weis Giveaway: Direct Link: http://www.rafflecopter.com/rafl/display/81aa78941184 DARE TO DREAM by CA Harms SERIES: A Carolina Beach Novel GENRE: Contemporary Romance RELEASE DATE: February 14th 2017 Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/34102639-dare-to-dream Blurb: After the sudden death of his wife two years ago, Darren Griffin has finally found peace. He has a good life, good job, two daughters he’d do anything for, and a beautiful home on the beach. Greer Monroe is grieving the loss of her father. It’s the final rung on the broken ladder that’s become her life—crappy job, no friends, and a cheating ex-boyfriend. At the insistence of her aunt, Greer decides to spend some time at her family’s beach house. When the glee-filled sound of children’s laughter dances through the breeze, Greer finds herself smiling again. The neighbor girls are carefree, depicting a life Greer has only dreamed about. Husband, children, happiness—a family. And their father, Darren, he’s everything a woman could ever want. But it is, of course, only a dream. She can’t stay at Carolina Beach, no matter how much she adores Darren and his daughters. She has responsibilities at home, a mother who needs her. Where there’s love, there’s heartbreak, and she can’t go through that again. And she sure as hell won’t do that to those little girls. But Darren isn’t letting her go that easily. It’s been so long since he’s felt this way for anyone. Greer is his missing piece, a piece he never thought he’d find. Saying goodbye is hard, but sometimes starting over is even harder. Only when they dare to dream again, will they ever dare to love. Buy Links: (Amazon Kindle Unlimited) AMAZON US: http://amzn.to/2klBTvB AMAZON CA: http://amzn.to/2klfkan AMAZON UK: http://amzn.to/2kw9ZiG AMAZON AU: http://amzn.to/2jHi3IY Teasers Author Bio: C.A. Harms is like any other addicted reader. She enjoys happy endings and HEA love stories. She hasn't always been a lover of Romance and had once been addicted to a good Mystery. Just recently she has taken on a new liking and now is a full blown Romance novel addict. She lives in Illinois and enjoys spending time with her husband and two children. You will always find her with her kindle or paperback in hand as it is her favorite pass time. Social Media Links: NEWSLETTER: http://bit.ly/1xsgHCS Twitter: https://twitter.com/charms0814 Blog: http://authorharms.blogspot.com/ Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/authorcaharms/ Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6895633.C_A_Harms Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Author-CA-Harms/354791947956151 Reader Group: https://www.facebook.com/groups/702393513116443/ Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/C.A.-Harms/e/B00BM5QT9S Excerpts:
Two Different Scenes one in male POV, one in female POV. Scene 1 - Between Darren (H) & Greer (h) after she met his girls for the first time. Darren’s POV “Are they both asleep?” Greer asked as I stepped out onto the deck and handed her a glass of wine. “Yes,” I said. “They both slowly gave in after they talked about you for at least ten minutes.” She smiled as she lifted the glass to her mouth. I couldn’t help but watch closely as it came in contact with her plump, full lips, distracting me from my thoughts. The way she tipped the glass and the way her throat bobbed when she swallowed was so sexy. “I had a great time; they’re both amazing,” she assured me as she lowered her glass and brought it to rest on the deck railing. I was lost for a moment watching her profile as she looked out toward the water in the distance. She appeared so at peace, so settled. It was a feeling I wasn’t familiar with. Instead I found myself wanting to do whatever it took to keep her. I stepped closer and my movements caused her to look up. Without any further delay, fearing if I didn’t do it now, I wouldn’t make the move, I lifted my hand and skimmed my palm over her cheek as I slid it farther into her hair. “I don’t think I told you that you’re amazing,” I whispered as I moved my body even closer to hers, feeling her chest pressed firmly to mine. “You did, but I sort of like hearing it,” she confessed as her eyes shifted from mine to my mouth, then back again to meet my gaze. There was a silent pause just before I moved in, finally closing that last amount of distance between us. Her lips pressed to mine, and I hooked my arm around her waist and held her as close as I possibly could. A gentle brush of my tongue caused her lips to part, and I moved in, taking full advantage. That was the kind of guy I was, demanding, greedy. I just hadn’t been him for so long. But Greer ignited a need inside me that had been hidden someplace down deep. It felt extraordinary to be a man with needs and wants and to act on them again. It was freeing and natural, and I knew in that moment that had I allowed my desires to go as far as my mind was screaming for them to go, I would have had her backed up against the house and panting my name in seconds. But I had to move slowly, not only for her but for me. Because Greer, I could already tell, could be very addicting. I pulled back from the kiss and rested my forehead against hers, and for a moment we both just remained connected, breathing as evenly as possible. My pulse raced and my body hummed from just one kiss. My lips tingled, begging for more. She slid her hand beneath the back of my shirt, and the connection ignited my need again as I took her mouth once more. This time, I devoured her lips. The desire to stop was now long gone, replaced by deep hunger. “Darren,” she panted against my mouth as she dug her fingers into my back. “I know,” I said, though I wasn’t sure why. Maybe I was telling her I felt it too, or maybe I was agreeing that this was just too much. I was torn between stopping this before it went further and taking what I needed. “Daddy.” My daughter’s voice broke us apart, and I backed away from Greer as if an ice-cold glass of water had been dumped over me. Greer fumbled to right herself and knocked her wineglass onto the floor in the process. The look on her face gave me all the confirmation I needed that the moment we’d shared was now over. Scene 2 – When Greer finally gives in and tells her mother about the man she met. Greer’s POV “Hey, sweetheart,” she said, and I could almost see the smile in her voice. “How are things in Carolina Beach?” I knew that tone well. She used it when she already knew something but wanted to give me a chance to spill before she dragged it out of me. “Things are great,” I said vaguely. It felt great to tease her again. Lately we only seemed to talk about our loss, and on most days we ended our calls in tears. Hearing that old spunkiness in her voice felt good. “Just great?” she said. “Don’t you mean, ‘amazing,’ ‘life-changing,’ or something bigger?” I remained silent, letting her fire herself up even more. “Damn it, Greer Jean Monroe,” she groaned, which only made me laugh, “you better fill me in or I will be hoping on the next plane to come and beat it out of ya.” Ah, there was the pushy, prodding mother I knew. My laughter only irritated her more. “That’s it. Stella,” she hollered, “book me a flight. I have a daughter who thinks she can hide the new man in her life.” “Well, that’s what you get for having Uncle Mark’s friends report my every move to you,” I said as I leaned back in my chair. I knew she wouldn’t come here. She loved Vermont and being with my dad’s family entirely too much. She just didn’t like for us to be so far away from each other. “Okay,” I said, finally bringing an end to her hissy fit, “his name is Darren, and he has two little girls.” “Darren,” she repeated. “Darren who?” “Griffin,” I replied without hesitation. “Wait a minute,” she said, and suddenly her voice was muffled, as if she’d covered the mouthpiece so she could talk to someone without me hearing. “I’m putting you on speaker,” she said then. “Mom.” I leaned forward and placed my elbow on the countertop. “Mother,” I tried again. “Listen to me, woman.” Speakerphone. Really? “Okay we’re here,” she said, and I closed my eyes tightly. “Who is we?” “Me,” Aunt Stella yelled. “Me too,” Uncle Mark followed. “Don’t forget me,” Gran called out, then I heard a thud, like a chair had fallen over. “Damn it, Norma.” My uncle’s voice sounded strained. “Did you have to steal the chair I was going to sit in?” I covered my mouth to muffle my laughter as I listened to their crazy bickering. “Well, yes,” she replied, sounding completely innocent. “I needed to get closer so I could hear our Greer talk about her new man, and this chair right here was the only one available.” “That’s the thing, you crazy ole bat,” he grunted. “It wasn’t available. I was in the process of sitting in it.” “Hm,” Gran huffed. “Guess next time you should move a little faster. And call me an ole bat again and I’ll show you how this ole bat can still shove a size six and a half straight up your fat ass.” I laughed before I could stop myself, and my gran laughed too. “Okay, sweet Greer, now that your sourpuss uncle has removed himself from this conversation, let’s carry on.” She clapped her hands together. “Give us the details and don’t leave out the juicy stuff. I want to hear it all. I’ve been trapped in this house with all these duds. Granny needs something good to help me dream at night.” Oh my, she never seized to amaze me. She was a firecracker. “Now what was his name, hun?” Aunt Stella asked. “Darren Griffin,” I said again. “He lives in the yellow house behind this one.” “Larry and Fiona’s boy?” I wasn’t sure if Aunt Stella was asking me or Gran, so I remained quiet. “They have two boys. Is Darren the one that lost his wife a couple years back?” When no one answered, I realized they were directing the question at me. “Um, yes, her name was Lynn.” I wasn’t sure what they were thinking, but their silence had me worried until Aunt Stella finally spoke again. “Darren is a good boy, a strong soul. He went through a devastating event, but I heard he’s doing great with his business now. And Ben Berry said he’s done an amazing job raising those girls.” “They’re amazing, that is for sure,” I assured her. “Vivian and Violet are the sweetest little kids. They’re always smiling and are both so happy. The love between all three of them is impossible to miss whenever you’re around them.” Silence set in again, and I wondered what they were sharing on the other end of the line. Not being able to see their faces made me nervous. “Does he make you happy, Greer?” my mother asked, and my stomach knotted. “Does he make you feel like you’re his world too, and does he give you a million reason to feel special because he knows you are?” “Yes,” I said, knowing she was referring to the way my father treated her. “Does he make you feel like you’re riding on a cloud, where nothing can hurt you because he’s there to keep you safe?” Her voice was strained, as if she were fighting back her own emotions. I guess this would be yet another conversation that we ended in tears. “Then you grab on tight to that man,” she whispered. “Live your life, Greer. Cherish every moment like it’s your last, because you never know when it just might be. Love, laugh, and live, without regret.” “But what about—” “None of that matters. We’ll worry about home when the time comes. Right now, just live, sweetheart.” She was telling me to forget about my life in Missouri and make my time here count. And if I was going to take anyone’s words to heart and allow them to change my path, it would be hers. My mother only made drastic decisions when she felt strongly that any other course of action would be wrong. I trusted her. “I love you, Mom,” I said, feeling my throat burn. “Love you too,” she replied. “Now go see those people that are now your future.” I took in a deep breath. I’d set out to find the right path for me and never counted on finding Darren or the girls. Could they really be that? Title: Jared’s Family Series: Sequel to The Gift and Sam’s Temptation (can be read as a standalone) Author: V.S. Morgan Genre: m/m, Interracial, Contemporary, Western Publisher: Decadent Publishing Cover Designer: Tibbs Design Release Date: February 14, 2017 Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/34206803-jared-s-family Blurb:
After witnessing his mother’s death, a once outgoing preschooler is now a quiet shadow of himself. The little boy suffers nightmares and rarely speaks, choosing to use the basic sign language he learned in daycare. Desperate to help his little nephew, Virge Stevens takes a leave of absence from the LAPD to bring Donovan, known as D to Montana for the therapy he needs. A chance meeting at the library changes Virge and his nephew’s lives forever. Jared Malone is one of five brothers, right smack damn in the middle. He is the peacemaker and the one who gets shit done. When his younger brother gets sick, Jared fills in reading to small children at the library. There he encounters a tall, dark, and handsome stranger and his cute little boy. Jared is immediately drawn to Virge but is still dealing with the betrayal of an abusive ex. As the Malone family welcomes them to the ranch and into their lives, Virge’s instant attraction for Jared grows, but the cowboy is fifteen years younger than him. Will he be rejected? Both men have secrets. Secrets that could destroy the connection between them. Can they overcome the odds and find happiness together? Buy Links: Amazon: http://amzn.to/2kN2LHG Amazon CA: http://amzn.to/2jy3doe Amazon UK: http://amzn.to/2jPb7gw Amazon AU: http://amzn.to/2kP7Afy Google Play: http://bit.ly/2ly7A8t Kobo: http://bit.ly/2lDf6uJ Smashwords: http://bit.ly/2l840Rp What Others Are Saying: “I would definitely read more from this author and recommend it to anyone who likes M/M with kids. Super sweet, lovable D will win your heart as much as the lead men will.” - HappilyEverChapter “Jared's Family is a really cute sweet book. I loved the characters, even the supporting characters brought light to the book.” - Goodreads Review “I liked this book, like really liked it. It is a sweet sweet m/m romance novel with a wonderful HEA. Thank you V.S. Morgan!! 5 Stars because: " Love conquers all.” - Goodreads Review Author Bio: V.S. Morgan has lived all over the US but calls Minnesota her home now. Her family includes her hubby, teen son, and a menagerie of pets. She's been writing stories since she could hold a pencil and dreams of happily-ever-afters - even for two hot men - because love knows no boundaries. V.S. writes IRMC contemporary, paranormal, and suspense m/m and m/f with heart. V.S. is a GLBT ally and a lifetime contributor of The Trevor Project. Social Media Links: Website: http://www.vsmorgan.com Twitter: https://twitter.com/vsmorgan1 Facebook (Author): https://www.facebook.com/VS-Morgan-1568311103462308/ Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/people/Vs-Morgan/100003293857094 Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5886181.V_S_Morgan Amazon Author Page: http://www.amazon.com/V.S.-Morgan/e/B008G0VH0S Excerpt: Another blond cowboy stood in the middle, working with a horse. He had a long rope around its neck, guiding it around the ring at a quick clip. The shirtless cowboy spoke in a firm yet quiet tone. Virge nearly choked on his tongue, eyeing the golden skin and muscles on display. This was their cowboy. The man whistled, and the horse stopped. He rubbed its shoulder, his back to them, as they reached the ring’s split-rail fence. “Daddy!” D shrieked, and the horse whinnied and shied, bumping into the man as it swung around. “Whoa, easy, Spike,” the cowboy soothed. Virge struggled to prevent his nephew from launching out of his arms while the cowboy calmed the large, skittish animal. He’d never been near a horse and was struck by its size and power, which the other man skillfully controlled. As the cowboy turned, Virge saw a tattoo on his chest. A redwing blackbird with a rainbow-hued ribbon dangling from its beak. His heart beat a little faster seeing the colorful ink. Could he be gay? The cowboy handed the rope to a dark-haired man before pulling on a T-shirt that stretched tight over those muscles. He suppressed a disappointed sigh. Nate chuckled. “You’ve got some explaining to do, bro.” “Hi, I’m Jared. I remember you from the library.” He approached with a rolling gait Virge found extremely sexy and offered his hand after wiping it against his denim-clad thigh. Damn, he was built all over and tall, just an inch or two shorter than his own height. Virge shook his hand, hyperaware of the firm grasp of warm, work-hardened skin. “I’m Virge, and this is Donovan. He goes by D.” “Glad you could make it out—” “Why did he call Jared daddy?” Nate interrupted. “He calls all men daddy and women mommy. If he especially likes someone, he adds their first names. D doesn’t talk much, so he must like Jared.” What about this cowboy had inspired his nephew to talk? Giveaway: $20.00 Amazon Gift Card Direct Link: http://www.rafflecopter.com/rafl/display/81aa78941181 For three years, I've belonged to Julius King. Some people would think being stuck on a private island is heaven, but this is my hell. Because I'm not here as a guest. Not even close. I'm a prisoner. I'm his. Julius King. Powerful. Wealthy. Dangerous. There are parts of me he wants that I can't give him. When he looks at me, there are times I swear he sees someone else. And the scary part is that sometimes, when he touches me, I think he may be someone else, too. Though my body might be tempted, and he might control everything else, I can't let him have any piece of my heart. I won't. But every day, the fight gets harder, and Julius manages to slip past my defenses in the most unexpected ways. I have to find out the truth about Julius King. Even if it destroys me. This book is approximately 81,000 words One-click with confidence. This title is part of the Carina Press Romance Promise: all the romance you're looking for with an HEA/HFN. It's a promise! Find out more at CarinaPress.com/RomancePromise Excerpt 2 A man stands in the driveway behind the roses. My steps slow. Haven’t seen him before. There’d be no forgetting him. He watches me approach, hands in pockets of gray suit pants, almost as though he’s been waiting all morning for me to come to him. I stop, the wide branches of a rose bush separate us. He slides off sunglasses, and tucks them into his inside breast pocket. My attention follows his hand, catching on his open shirt collar. There’s a tattoo springing from that shirt. A snake head rising like a coil of smoke out of the green leaves of an apple tree. Never seen ink like this. Unsettling and beautiful. I catch my breath. Must have walked faster than I thought. “Sorry I’m late.” I get stuck on his eyes. They’re so bright, it’s tricky to look right at them. I’m staring. I probably shouldn’t stare at a man like this. He breaks free a rose low on a stem, then circles the bush. “Happy birthday.” He extends the rose. It’s so gorgeous, this frilly antique rose, half cream and tinged with pink. It’s also my rose already. Of course. Benjamin Carlisle… I look him over. He’s big, and rough, and the sight of him sends warmth fluttering to my core. I’m not pissed at Dad so much anymore. I take the rose between thorns. I mean, I’m not planning the wedding, but I’ll be up tonight imagining the honeymoon. “So, you’re late to my party, and instead of bringing a gift you mutilate my favorite rosebush right in front of me.” I bring the rose to my nose and look up at him. “Takes balls.” His expression shifts, not quite a smile. He’s examining me a lot harder than I examined him. Heat creeps to my cheeks. Maybe he came here under duress. Flirt with the spoiled rich girl with the important daddy. But he’s changing his mind about wanting to be here. The rose in my hand tells me as much. The way his gaze sucks me in tells me more. I’ve been called pretty since I was a kid. No one ever called me sexy. He’s calling me sexy right now, just not out loud. Seduction enters his expression in the squint of his gaze, the softening of his jaw. Nearly enough to make a good girl strip on the spot. And I’m not even much of a good girl. At least not by choice. “I’m Sarah.” I extend my hand. His entire being shifts—a flinch like someone taking a bullet—then it’s gone. He takes my hand before I can move it away. “I don’t think I’m going to call you that.” My limbs stiffen. Tingles run from my enveloped palm into my shoulder. His eyes don’t leave mine. He steps closer. My chin rises to hold his gaze. “What do you think you’ll be calling me, then?” His expression heats. My spine bends a little towards him. No man has ever looked at me quite like this. My skin sensitizes, alert as though it’s separate from the rest of my body. There’s sweat on my upper lip and a chill on my shoulders. He reaches for me, fingers on the back of my neck, thumb on my jaw. It’s an odd way to touch a stranger—proprietary. Inappropriate. My breath speeds up, a nervous thrill jolting through me. His cheek pulses, and his fingers tighten on the back of my head, his expression straining like he’s lifting weights. I can’t tell if he’s going to kiss or attack me. My vision sharpens, and I know the wicked truth. I want both. Want him to press me up behind the house and raise my skirt. Touch me roughly. He leans in and his breath meets mine, and rushes into my lungs. My pussy floods, an almost embarrassing slickness. The taste of his breath is as familiar to me as my own, even though we’ve never met. Maybe because I’ve fantasized about this for so long. His burning gaze seems to compel my thighs open. Fantasized about a man who wouldn’t be afraid to take what he wanted. Who wouldn’t care what my father thought. Who’d take me from this ranch where I’ve been so fucking alone… “Sarah.” I jerk back, out of Benjamin’s grasp. Dad jogs towards us. He doesn’t jog—ever. He rarely calls me Sarah. “Go sit with Mrs. Carlisle.” Dad’s entire torso expands with his breaths. “You…What are you doing?” “Julius King,” says the man who’s apparently not Benjamin Carlisle. He eases back from me only slightly, but his body language has shifted light years. The way his jaw snaps is vicious. He doesn’t extend his hand to Dad the way he did me. “I thought it was time we met in person. Our business won’t be delayed any longer.” “Sarah, I said go sit with Mrs. Carlisle.” Dad’s face matches the crimson of his neck. I look between the men, then take a step towards the garden. Julius grabs my arm, just above the elbow, almost like the way I’d taken my dad’s earlier, except there’s no affection in this gesture. “I’ll join you. It was quite the drive to get here and I’m thirsty.” He leads me towards the tables. “You can’t be here,” Dad shouts. “What are you doing?” My legs turn brittle, as though my muscles have lost elasticity. I glance over my shoulder at Dad. “What does it look like, I’m joining the party.” After spending years imagining fictional adventures, Amber finally found a way to turn daydreaming into a productive habit. She now spends her time in a coffee-fuelled adrenaline haze, writing romance with a thriller edge.
She lives with her husband and children in semi-rural Australia, where if she peers outside at the right moment she might just see a kangaroo bounce by. Amber is an award winning writer, Amazon Bestselling Author, and member of Romance Writers of Australia, Melbourne Romance Writers Guild, and Writers Victoria. Author Links Web Facebook Twitter Goodreads Amazo Title: Juliet Author: Kailee Reese Samuels To have and hold, love and cherish, til death do us part… When an unexpected twist of fate hands Iris her worst nightmare, the world spins out of control. As she falls apart, Iris finds comfort in her unpredictable behavior. With mysterious clues hidden by her husband, Iris drives away from her life to uncover the world he kept hidden for years. Small town Sugargrove, Texas is unlike anything Iris has ever experienced. Foreboding, dark, and sensual, the enchanting Juliet academy lures Iris with hopes of discovering who she really is. Making friends and meeting people, she delves into the treacherous world of her surrender. But when she encounters Salvatore Raniero, the sexy alpha male ignites her in unimaginable ways, haunting her every thought and showing her a new kind of high. As she learns Sal is more than the mischievous sexual provocateur of Juliet, revealing a composed and thoughtful side, Iris wonders what else is hiding behind his mesmerizing ebony, emerald eyes. Pushing her into an even deeper erotic journey, Iris soars with her newfound freedom in the collar. The secrets unfurl as the web of lies continues to grow, and Iris realizes she is not the girl she once was. Trapped between a lonely past and an unknown future, she is left with the daunting task of deciding what she truly desires and who she wants to obey. A love story doesn't always go the way it should, sometimes the path to forever is a twisting, spiraling, and flying ride. JULIET is Kailee Reese Samuels full-length debut novel. THE INITIATION book 1 is set within the Juliet world and provides further glimpses into Salvatore Raniero’s character and history. Kailee Reese Samuels writes contemporary, romantic, and suspense, with an erotic flair. Let her words whisk you away, escaping with delicious guys, toe-curling kisses, and addictive stories. WARNING: This book contains graphic BDSM, strong sexual situations, and explicit language. Contents intended for MATURE readers 18+ ONLY. Embracing diversity. Coffee addict. Mango lover. Blueberry fetishist. Sweet peach tea crazy. Red wine devout. Whiskey deviant. Tattooed & pierced. Loves shoes. Collects rosaries. Fanatical organizer/cleaner/list-maker. Never sleeps. Hermit and recluse. Storyteller. KAILEE REESE SAMUELS has been spinning tales since she can remember. Her books are contemporary fiction with a no-holds-barred attitude. She adores listening to her character’s ramble and putting them into situations that push the boundaries. Creativity is the way to change. Email Website Goodreads Twitter: @KRSamuels Pinterest: KRSamuels G+ #RanieroFanGirls for fans of Sal & Juliet Sami’s Sinners for me & my writing (I am working on projects non-Juliet related) Title: Shared Authors: Lauren Landish Bella Love-Wins & Willow Winters Genre: Menage Romance We're dead for touching her. But I don't want to stop. Damon and I know first hand how cruel and unforgiving the world can be.We grew up relying on each other just to survive. Since then, we do everything together, from fighting to sharing women. Until Bianca. Our honey bee. We’ve been tasked with keeping her safe. Our job is simple: don’t let anyone touch her. It should be easy, but she’s untouchable and we’ve both craved her for years. Her lust-filled gazes and soft, kissable lips beg us to take her. She knows this is wrong. All three of us do. But the forbidden is too tempting to refuse. She brings out a different side of me I’ve never felt before. Jealousy. I see it in her eyes that she wants us both. Together we can overwhelm her with pleasure that she’s never imagined. But I want those sweet moans all to myself. I don’t want to share her. Not anymore. Author's Note: This is a MFM ménage romance that is all about the woman. There are no M/M scenes. This story is all about TWO hot, bad boys who fall for the same woman. Maddox The bedroom is dark with the curtains closed; only the dim light of the moon shines through the sheer curtains. I can still see what matters though. I stalk across the room, my bare feet silently sinking into the plush carpet. My eyes have already adjusted to the darkness. Bianca’s soft moans fill the quiet air. They’re almost whimpers, but I recognize them as cries of pleasure. I live for that sound. I want more, though. I want to be the one forcing those soft sighs from her lips. I don’t know when it happened, but the beast in me has calmed. It’s because of her, I know it is. She brings out a different side of me, but I can feel it slipping when Damon’s with her. I can feel it clawing at me to rip him away from her. My fingers wrap around the bedpost, my eyes on them, watching how he kisses her slender neck and how she arches it in return, exposing more of her soft, sensitive skin to him. She knows this is wrong. All three of us do. But the forbidden is too tempting to refuse. She closes her eyes, a subdued gasp escaping her lips as his thumb travels over her hardened nipple, slowly moving down to the curve of her waist. I don’t usually watch. I’m not a patient man, but seeing her enjoying his touch in complete and utter rapture is something I’ve never seen before. Not from so far away, anyway. I’ve never admired her like this before. It’s intoxicating. She holds my attention and makes me want things no one else ever has. She also brings out my jealousy. My dick hardens and my blood heats as her fingers spear through his hair and he leaves open-mouth kisses down her belly, slowly crawling lower and lower. I've never had to deal with jealousy before when it's come to Damon; we've always shared... everything. We’ve always shared women, but none of them were like her. Our honey bee. I’m not the only one who’s changed. There’s a different side to him too, a more aggressive side. He may think he’s hiding it well, but I see it all too clearly. My grip tightens on the wooden post as the bed creaks and Damon crawls between her legs. He doesn’t look back over his shoulder. He doesn’t take his eyes away from her. Neither of them sees me. My honey bee spreads her gorgeous legs wider for him, her heels digging into the mattress as she bends her knees and scoots her hips closer to him. He groans, loving how she wants him. My heart stutters in my chest. I thought she wanted me, too. I’ve seen the same lust shining in her eyes when she looks at me when I take her. I’m sure of it. I know she wants me. My heart races as I move forward, my knees sinking into the mattress as I crawl to her, finally getting Bianca’s attention. Her teeth dig into her bottom lip, her chest rising with a heavy breath. I won’t keep my distance and give Damon a chance to steal her from me. I don’t know where I stand with Bianca on my own; I don’t know where I stand with him either, but I’m going to take what I want. I close my eyes with sweet satisfaction as she reaches out for me, her soft fingers drifting easily down my chest, running through the small smattering of chest hair. Her touch almost tickles as she grazes me, but ultimately it’s seductive. A spark of electricity ignites my body. I don’t have to look at Damon to know he’s staring at me. I can feel the heat in his eyes, the same jealousy and uncertainty that I feel. Nothing will ever be the same between us. My eyes focus on her gorgeous light brown eyes with flecks of gold, reflecting the dark desire that crackles between us. But her eyes flicker to his, and then back to mine. My blood courses with adrenaline, fueling me to possess her. I hate that I’m sharing her, just as much as he is. It never used to be this way. But with her, I’m playing a different game. For now, while we’re hidden here in our safe house, paid to protect her and keep her free from danger, I’ll play along. I’ll continue to act as I have for years and share her with my best friend. Her soft lips press against mine, her right hand spearing through my hair, twisting and pulling gently as her tongue slides across mine with swift strokes. But as soon as she’s safe and the danger is gone, I’m taking her. I can’t share her. Not anymore. These three authors did an amazing job with this menage story! Maddox and Damon have been together through thick and thin, surviving their childhoods and tragedies together and are used to sharing the pleasure of a female together. Bianca is the Mafia Princess and now in need of protecting, enter Maddox and Damon. The guys remember her being the untouchable one in school, she remembers them and the rumors she hears about them. When her life is in danger they will stop at nothing to protect her, but letting themselves be vulnerable to her takes a little more time for Maddox than it does for Damon. The two men compliment each other and even the extremes of the other that together they are the perfect combo for Bianca. For them she is the one they have been missing and will do what ever it takes to keep her by their sides. This is a fantastic read! Lauren Landish is a #1 Contemporary Bestselling Romance Author. Her Sports Novel Blitzed reached #2 on the US Amazon Kindle Bestseller list and #1 in Canada in May 2016. Additionally, her other books have frequently cracked the top 10 and 20 on the Amazon Kindle Bestsellers lists. Writing has always been her first love and she's happy to write for women who are thirsty for a little heat in the bedroom! Lauren now resides in North Carolina with her boyfriend and her fur baby. Bella Love-Wins: I'm so excited to share my steamy contemporary romance and paranormal bear shifter romance with you. About me: I love reading and writing steamy, high-action romance stories about firefighters, billionaires, shifters, and alpha males who know what they want and aren't afraid of laying claim to the women who catch their interest. I love a happy ever after ending. I enjoy reading, hiking, the countryside, and traveling to destinations unspoiled by commercial tourism, like Las Vegas... Like so many characters in my novels, I enjoy action, romance and unexpected love connections that take your breath away. For the next while, you'll find me plotting and writing about my latest stories on my Macbook. Willow Winters: I like my action hot and my bad boys hotter. And I don't hold back on either one in my writing. I'm so happy to be a #1 Contemporary Bestselling Romance Author. I'm so grateful and honored! I actually started writing after having my little girl, Evie, December 2015. All during my pregnancy with her I read. I only wanted to read romance, and I read EVERYTHING. I would read a book a day — sometimes two. In January 2016 I was staying up late with her and just thinking of all these stories. They came to me constantly. And I finally sat down and just started writing. I always wanted to do it so I figured, why not? I never thought I would reach this point of success, to be honest. It’s insane to me that I have so many fans. And I love each and every one of them for all of their support. Lauren Landish Website Newletter Bella Love-Wins Hi, I'm Bella. Join my mailing list for updates, promotions, new books and no spam ever. Get it here - Newsletter And to connect with me personally, follow my Facebook author page here - Facebook Willow Winters Sign up for my Naughty List to get all the newest bad boy releases, sales, great giveaways and a FREE Bad Boy Billionaire Romance → Newsletter Amazon Facebook Groups Website If you would like to order signed paperbacks, you can do so here: Paperbacks What happens when your neighbor hires you a stripper? It starts one hell of a prank war. A war that involves goats, phallic chandeliers, stolen kisses in the rain, strawgasms, and eating out on the kitchen counter. A war that could damn well involve two hearts and a plan. Her plan doesn’t involve falling in love. His life doesn’t involve plans. This could be a problem. “You want a sweatshirt?” “Or one of your flannels, I guess. I, uh, don’t usually stay in these clothes once I get home. I can just nip home and get one.” She frowns at her wine before setting it back on the counter. “It’s not a big deal. I’ll just go home and change.” “No, no that’s…” That’s fucking hot. She wants to wander around my house in one of my sweatshirts. I want to see that. Besides, if she goes home, there’s no guarantee she won’t think better of coming back. And I don’t think going after her and carrying her back in a fireman’s hold is going to do either of us any favors. “Jesus, Chloe. That’s sexy as fuck.” “I don’t know about that.” She buries a nervous laugh in her drink. “You don’t know if making yourself comfortable in my home, in my clothes, is sexy? Or you don’t know if you are?” “Does it matter?” She takes another quick swig of her wine while the tops of her ears turn pink. I steal her drink from her and tangle my fingers with hers while I put the glass down. “You are sexy as fuck.” “As fuck?” Canting her head to the side, she raises an eyebrow. “What does that even mean? You can’t just add ‘as fuck’ to the end of a sentence.” I draw her to me, bring her right up against me, our hands locked between us. My free hand goes to her hair so I can pull some of those pins free. “I’ve wanted to do this since you got out of your car.” Her hair tumbles out of its neat ’do, and I run my hands through the shiny strands. They feel like silk on my fingers. “You’ve wanted to mess up my hair?” She tries to sound indignant but fails. Her tits rise and fall inside her serious little blouse, and there’s a fine shake in her balance, as though I’m making her weak at the knees. Staring up at me with parted lips, she watches me, waiting. “No. Not just that.” I take a strand of her hair between my fingers, follow the length of it behind her ear and along her jaw to her cheek. Cupping it, I lean in. Lean in so close I can feel her breath on my face, smell the wine mixed with her scent. A little closer still until her breath hitches and she can no longer look at anything but my lips. Her fingers are tight around mine, squeezing the bones together. “I want to mess up all of you. I want to put wrinkles in your solemn little skirt, make your skin flush. And, yeah, I want to make your hair fluff up from my hands in it.” She wets her lips, uses her tongue and her teeth to try to ease the anticipation. But it’s been there all along. I absolutely loved this book from Misti Murphy and Tami Lund! What happens when the guy you meet at a bar, try to embarrass with the help of the career focused women you are meeting with-that doesn't go the way you planned-and he one-ups you with hiring a stripper at the same meeting becomes your new neighbor? That is what happens between Chloe and Paynter in this funny, sweet and hot book. Chloe is the definition of career focused and judges Paynter the second she meets him and then again when she sees he is her new neighbor, in the house she always wanted. Paynter has been with a woman like Chloe before and knows he should steer clear, but he gets glimpses of a different side of her and doesn't want to stay away. What follows is a bunch of pranks played on each other until they both give in to the attraction and then reality comes barging in. Chloe and Paynter may be opposites, but they bring out the best in each other and plus they have a "kid" that crashes into their lives and steals both of their hearts. I laughed, I awwed and I was hooked on every word. Misti Murphy & Tami Lund They live on opposite sides of the world, but an eighteen-hour time difference doesn't stop these two obsessed authors. They write, they debate over storylines, they thoroughly enjoy the process of gazing at hot men while trying to come up with cover ideas, they fall in and out of love with their characters, and at the end of the day (which day is anybody's guess), they create sexy bad books for your reading pleasure. |