Book Title: Blind Fate Author: Regine Abel Genre: Sci-Fi Paranormal Romance Series: Veredian Chronicles Book 2 (standalone) Cover Reveal: July 28, 2017 Release Date: August 25, 2017 Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/35558902-blind-fate Buy Link Amazon (all): http://smarturl.it/BF_Amazon Giveaway $50 Amazon Gift Card + Kindle eBook of Blind Fate Giveaway link: http://smarturl.it/BF_ARCGiveaway Blurb: Born in a breeding compound, Valena has never known a day of freedom. As a child, her master burned her retinas to prevent her from mind-controlling those who meet her gaze. But she still controls people’s thoughts with a touch. Sold to the Xelix Prime Blood Houses, she is forced to use her ability to keep the other slaves compliant. When Fate places a powerful Counselor in her path, she plots and schemes to use him to escape, until her feelings for him complicate matters. As her new master’s plans take on a darker turn, lies, betrayal, and tragedy threaten any hope she ever held of a better future. This book is standalone and the sequel to Escaping Fate: Veredian Chronicles Book 1 Follow Regine Abel here Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/regine.abel.author/ Twitter: https://twitter.com/regineabel Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/16289162.Regine_Abel Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Regine-Abel/e/B06W2MTBRV/ Newsletter: http://eepurl.com/cIlnf5 #Live #BlindFate #Giveaway #RegineAbel #VeredianChronicles #KindleUnlimited #SFR Bio Regine Abel is a fantasy, paranormal and sci-fi junky. Anything with a bit of magic, a touch of the unusual and definitely a lot of romance, will have her jumping for joy. Hot alien warriors meeting no-nonsense, kick-ass heroine give her warm fuzzies. Through her Veredian Chronicles series, Regine will take you to an exciting alien world full of mystery, action, passion and new beginnings. Follow Amalia and her Veredian sisters – enslaved, exploited and hunted – as they fight for their freedom and the right to love. In her Dark Tales series, Regine will make you rediscover the fairy tales of your youth in a sexy, dark, and twisted reimagining of the classics. When not writing or reading, Regine surrenders to the other passion in her life: video games! As a professional Game Designer and Creative Director, her career has led her from her home in Canada to the US and various countries in Europe and Asia.
0 Comments
Title: Bought By The Billionaire Brothers
Author: Katy Nixon
Genre: Menage Romance
Auctioning off my innocence isn't the craziest thing I've ever done. Well, it was, until the high bidder turned out to be not one, but TWO billionaire brothers.
One's a smooth devil in a business suit, and the other is a devil-may-care bad boy. Their smirks, their voices, their touches make me feel intense, unfamiliar urges, conjuring up wild fantasies that shouldn't make me shiver--but they do.
So... in for a penny, in for a pounding, I decide!
Dominic and Jacob Stone will pay off my crippling student loans (and then some), but there's a catch. They want to catch me, and start a family!
This is a steamy, first time, MFM menage, BBW and billionaire, military single dad, marriage of convenience, not-so secret baby romance novella, with a happy ending and no cheating.
Mister Stone—Dominic—had insisted we meet first in the lobby, as a kind of show of good faith and safety. Meeting in a public place, he’d written, was a good idea for all parties concerned in this potential transaction. With dozens of people floating in and out of the elevators of the thirty-story building, it couldn’t be much more public.
With a sigh, the guard reached for the phone. “Have a seat.” He gestured towards a leather bench.
No, thank you. I needed to stand. I needed to move. My nerves were getting the better of me, my hands cold and a little shaky despite the summer heat. If I stood, my sleeveless red sheath dress wouldn’t wrinkle. When I got up that morning, I had no idea what one wore to an interview as a… what? Mistress? No—that sounded too committed. Hymen vendor? Ugh. In the end, I decided to dress as though going to work, which was kind of true.
My heels clicked on the polished stone floor as I walked over to an abstract metal sculpture on display. It stretched nearly twenty feet in the air, shining in the morning sun bending through the floor-to-ceiling windows.
“What do you think?” a man asked behind me.
It was a beautiful piece. “Kind of delicate.” It looked like it could fall over any minute, like metal pick-up sticks piled up dangerously high.
“There’s over a thousand wire coat hangers there.”
I looked closer. “Huh.” So there was.
“You’re Evie, correct?”
Swallowing hard, I turned to the voice. And looked up.
Dominic Stone stood before me, his tall, dark and handsome figure like a shadow in the sunlit lobby.
He was even hotter in person. Even if his charcoal suit came from a discount store—which it clearly didn’t—his attitude would be enough to command my attention. All those fanciful words, like charismatic, magnetic, and imposing, were all very appropriate when describing Dominic Stone.
My three-inch heels barely took me to his shoulders, and I wobbled a little as his gaze ran over me. Just when I was about to turn my ankle, his hand shot out. The feel of his muscular forearm under my fingers had the exact opposite effect of steadying me.
“Thanks.” My face burned, but I forced myself to look him in the eye. His eyes were rich, dark brown, as heady as strong coffee and gave me a similar jolt. When he tilted his head and his lips curved at the edges, I couldn’t tell if I amused him or he was just being polite.
“You are Evie, right?” His eyebrows came together in a frown.
“Yes!” I squeezed his arm, like subconsciously I thought he’d run away. But instead of shrugging me off, he used his other hand to tug my fingers down his wrist to end in a warm, tingling handshake. Both his hands were around mine, and he didn’t let go. I didn’t mind.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” he said smoothly. “Shall we?”
Shall we what? I blinked at him.
“Go up to my office?” He nodded toward the elevator bank. “Unless you’d feel better staying here? Or we could go get a coffee or something.”
I stared at him, the ridiculousness of this dawning on me. And then my big smart mouth got ahead of my brain. “Coffee? Does my virginity come with an espresso and a muffin?”
His laugh sounded like a sharp bark, echoing off the stone floor. My face probably matched the crimson of my dress by then. With his hands still wrapped around mine, he pulled me closer. I shivered as his warm breath caressed my bare shoulders.
“No, Evie, I’ll pay extra for the coffee. But I like it sweet and milky, not dark and bitter.”
It could have been five minutes or fifty before the car finally stopped. His ravenous kisses had depleted me of oxygen; his caresses stripped me of sense.
“We’re here.”
I looked out the window at the underground parking lot. Fluorescent lights glinted off luxury cars and allowed for no dark corners.
The car door opening startled me, piercing our hazy bubble of backseat lust.
Jacob Stone leaned his head in, his arm braced against the roof of the limo. “We’re here,” he echoed his brother’s announcement.
My mouth fell open. “Were you there the whole time?”
He smirked at me, his blue eyes blazing. “Define ‘there.’”
“Or ‘the whole time,’” Dom muttered, making my head whip around to look at him. “Out you get, Evie.”
My gaze swiveled from Dominic to Jacob. What did this mean? Both of them? Again? My insides flipped at the idea, but not in a bad way. “Out I get,” I repeated faintly.
I focused on getting out of the car without flashing anyone, before realizing that it was immaterial. The butterflies in my belly fluttered wildly as I walked between them to the elevator bank. As we rose, the weightless sensation in my body was not just due to the speedy ascent. I squeezed my thighs together. The heat of the brothers’ bodies on either side of mine both stifled and comforted me.
We were all silent as the elevator door opened directly into a massive apartment. Dom took my hand and led me into the marble-floored foyer.
“Shoes, Jake!” he reminded his brother. Jake rolled his eyes before toeing off his shoes.
I stepped out of my heels, my feet immediately soothed by the cool, hard floor.
Immediately I felt more delicate, uncertain—as though my shoes had boosted my confidence as well as my height. When I tilted my head back to look up at Dom, his large hand cradled my jaw, brushing my apprehension away with every sweep of his thumb.
Tingles. Sizzles. Vibrations. I felt them all inside me, like a fizzing candy dissolving on my tongue. Then, when Jake’s hand landed on my lower back, I reflexively arched into it.
“We got you,” he assured me as he swept my hair off my neck and dropped a kiss there.
Oh my god. I stumbled forward a little. “I can’t—not for the first time—”
There was crazy, and then there was just outright insane. No matter what secret fantasies I might have, or what smutty stories I might read in secret, I never expected my first time to be with more than one person. In the back of my head, I thought to myself, “If my daughter asks someday about my first time, I can’t tell her I got a two-for-one special!”
Jake clapped his hand over his mouth as he barked out a laugh. Oh crap. I said that part out loud. Dom glared over my head at his brother and took my hand. “You don’t have to.”
My head spun.
“Look at me, Evie.” I did. “It’s just us right now, okay? No expectations.” At my raised eyebrow, he chuckled and added, “Okay, there are some expectations, but I will never hurt you. I promise you that.”
I believed him.
Thirteen steps took us into a cavernous living room, where Jake flopped onto a modern leather couch. With my hand still in Dom’s, another seventeen took us down a hallway to a large bedroom filled with dark wood and creamy fabrics. The massive bed was unmade, and the curtains wide open to let the starlight in.
“I left the bathroom light on,” Dom murmured to himself. The strip of light from his ensuite stretched across the light carpet like an arrow pointing to the bed.
“Do you want to turn it off?” I asked shyly, hoping for a little more darkness to hide my body.
“Not a chance, beautiful.” He squeezed my hip. “If I had my way I’d put on every light in the place so I could see every inch of you.”
A squeak escaped me.
“But I won’t, because I want you to be comfortable.” We both smiled as our eyes met. “Well, as comfortable as this situation allows, anyhow.”
“Then keep touching me, Dom. Please touch me.” His hands made me nervous but his gaze excited me, his admiration swelling my confidence.
“Oh baby, this is just the beginning.”
Title: Double Life
Author: Mila Raphael
Cover Designer: Under Cover Designs
One mission.
One target.
One night of passion.
One mistake.
Falling in love was a mistake, that would one day cost them both their lives.
But when you willingly sign up to live a double life, you must remember:
Nothing is what it seems.
Mila Raphael has a very vivid imagination.
She is slightly addicted to memes.
She loves romance books, but doesn’t really like elaborate endings.
A reader’s ending is always the best version.
Click to set cu
Title: Sugar
Author: Misti Murphy
Genre: Menage Romance
I’m just a girl, standing in front of a display case, trying to decide between chocolate and cupcakes.
Seriously decadent, panty soaking, melt in your mouth chocolate. The ultimate love drug. Or... The cupcake with its smooth, sweet icing, its gooey center, and cream that spurts out when you... Wait! You thought this was actually about sweets? Well kinda, but it’s also about men. Two of them. Gabe and Dylan. Friends. Business partners. One charming chocolatier, one brash baker. I’m pretty sure I’m not supposed to want either of them. After all, I moved to Reverence to escape gossip and mend my broken heart. But I do want them. Both of them. How am I supposed to choose between two hot guys who are determined to win over this quiet kindergarten teacher? Indulging my sweet tooth is out of the question. Falling off the wagon can only end in pain. But like any addict, one taste isn’t nearly enough. Can a girl really have her cake, and fall in love with two?
Misti Murphy is a sadistic b*tch who loves to emotionally torture fictional people. If she did that in real life she’d probably end up in prison or a psych ward so she prefers to create dirty talking alphas and the sexually frustrated women who fall into their beds. And if someone needs to be smacked upside the head before f*cking turns to love then that makes her very happy indeed.
She’s a huge believer in flaws making us human, and that not everyone likes bacon. She’s also addicted to chocolate and scared of the effects of the coming shortage. She swears like a f*cking trooper, and thinks that graphic smuttiness should be as real in fiction as it is in real life.
When she’s not writing she’s the perfect housewife and mother. Ha bloody ha! When she’s not writing she’s hiding in a cupboard with her kindle, scoffing chocolate, and stalking facebook.
Cover Reveal Doctor FEELGOOD By Weston Parker Release Day: July 25th I am Doctor Feelgood… Tell me what ails you, baby. I’ll make you feel real good. I didn’t join the medical field because of the women, but it sure as f*ck has become a perk of the job. Now, a new forbidden lust has sparked my interest, but the odds are stacked against me. She’s forbidden. Taboo. Unreachable. My mentor’s sister is older than me and commands respect when she walks in the room. Nothing like the twenty-year old floozy’s that spread their legs at nothing more than a look. Ansley is divorced and dominant. Word on the street is that she left the old guy she was hitched to because she wanted kids. He didn’t. Wonder if she is looking for a baby daddy? I have all the right instruments for that sh*t and I’m more than willing to let her borrow them for a night – or two… They say an apple a day keeps the doctor away. F*ck that. I’ll eat that apple first, and then you’re next. Now, how do you like them apples? #DoctorFEELGOOD #ComingSoon #Hot About Author:
I'm a former firefighter/EMS guy who's picked up the proverbial pen and started writing bad boy romance stories. I co-write with my sister, Ali Parker, as we travel the United States for the next two years. You're going to find Billionaires, Bad Boys, Mafia and loads of sexiness. Something for everyone, hopefully. I'd love to connect with you. Check out the links below and come find me. Author Links: Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/WestonParkerAuthor/ Twitter: https://twitter.com/thewestonparker Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/the_weston_parker/?hl=en Website: http://westonparkerbooks.com/ Have dinner on Ali and Weston: http://aliparkerbooks.com/a-meal-on-me/ Would you like an Exclusive Monthly Novella? Patreon link https://www.patreon.com/AliParkerAuthor ____________________________________________________________________________ 📣Join Weston's Insiders Like Bad Boys with strong language and a naughty imagination they're not afraid to act out anytime, anywhere, all the time?You've found your peeps. http://eepurl.com/cpGam5
Title: Claiming Her Innocence
Author: Vivian Wood
Genre: Romance
From Wall Street Journal and USA Today Bestseller Vivian Wood
He’s gonna make sure he’s her first.
Ryan Scott is big, bad, and he has a body made for sin. When he leaves the SEALs and heads home to D.C., the first person he wants to see is his best friend, Poppy Baker. Just to be around her, of course… nothing funny. Their friendship isn’t like that.
Except… one look at the beautiful blonde and he starts to question how he never thought of her as more than just a friend before. Ryan likes to imagine how it could be more. It doesn’t hurt anyone if it’s just in his head.
When Poppy starts to give him that look -- the seductive eyes, the pouty lips, the head cocked just so -- he can’t help but imagine bending her over and taking her right there. How her eyes would close, her breasts would bounce, and the noises she would make…
Ryan has to get his act together, because that’s his best friend he’s thinking about. They have a long history together and he can’t lose her friendship. He won’t risk it.
But once Ryan has a taste of Poppy, she’s all he can think about. She’s a walking, talking fantasy… and she’s only a hair breadth away… One wrong move could take what he values most.
Vivian's lasting motto in romance is a quote from a favorite song: "Soulmates never die." Be sure to follow Vivian through her Vivian's Vixens mailing list or Facebook group to keep up with all the awesome giveaways, author videos, ARC opportunities, and more!
Title: Beautiful Beast
Author: Aubrey Irons
Genre: Romance
Cover design: Coverlüv
Model: Stuart Reardon
Photo courtesy of Love N Books
Editing: Ellie McLove
Proofing: Cassie Hess-Dean
Anastasia:
Here’s the first thing you should know: this is not a fairytale. Happily-ever-afters are fables, and Prince Charming is a sweet little lie.
I know all this because he taught me.
Once upon a lifetime ago, the rich, arrogant, sinfully gorgeous, and tragically broken dark prince of the Hamptons was my tormentor. My darkness, my shameful attraction, my all-consuming, forbidden temptation.
I hate Sebastian Crown because nine years ago, for one night, I was stupid enough to think I loved him. And I’ve been paying for it ever since.
Except now, he needs me to help him save his empire.
…And he’s not taking no for answer.
Bastian:
She’s my nemesis. My addiction. My weakness.
My obsession.
I used to tell myself I hated Anastasia Bell - for being poor, for not worshipping the ground I walked on, for looking at me like she pitied me for being me.
When the rest of my world always told me yes, she was the ever-provoking no.
She thinks I’m a monster - a tragic, fucked-up, broken beast.
She doesn’t know the half of it.
Because she can’t begin to know the crimes of my past, or imagine the things I’ve done to her behind the scenes since she left this place.
Years ago, I thought breaking her would fix me.
I was wrong.
Now I’ve got her in my sights again, and this time, I won’t be letting her go. Even if it means we both go down in flames...
Aubrey Irons enjoys writing about bold, sassy, and intelligent women and the dominant, cocky, and quite typically forbidden bad boys who love and lust for them. Gripping stories, happy endings, and plenty of heat to keep things extra steamy!
In the real world, Aubrey is kept plenty entertained by her wonderful husband, their two adorable children, and the world’s most ill-behaved puppy.
Title: She Was Mine
Author: Marie Skye
Genre: Romance
Grayson:
If I had to use one word to describe my wife, it would be Mine. Emmalin is my life, my love, and the mother of my child. She’s given me more than I deserve, and more than I ever wanted. Nothing ever came easy for us. Fight hard, Fuck harder. Now, someone wants to take it all away from me. Someone has a sordid tale to tell, that's a threat to both me, and my family, and it's one I can't defend. I have to fight back. But how do I fight for everything and prove my innocence when nothing makes sense and lies start to sound like the truth? How do I hold onto the only woman I’ve ever loved, even if she asks me to let her go? I can’t. She’s the one I refuse to lose…. Emmalin: Life with Grayson has never been more perfect. But life is also a bitch and then you die.
Marie Skye is your average career driven woman by day, and a hidden lover of all things dirty by night. Or, as she likes to say, professional by day; author whore by night. Army brat, and now just a brat. She currently resides in Austin, TX where there really is a difference between breakfast burritos, and breakfast tacos, but she really doesn't know what the difference is. If it's dark, and full of inappropriate material. She's attracted to it. She prefers making her character’s work for their happy ever after, if they get one, and she has no problem making sure they endure every obstacle to try to get there. She's known as not having a filter, and if she's asked for an opinion, be prepared to get a response that's most likely a mixture of sarcasm and bluntness. She also has a soft side, and volunteers her time to support Elephants, as well as not attending any events that has elephants in their acts. She also loves sloths, and cute kittens, and prides herself on being able to quote the entire series of Friends. Marie is the type of person that can be friends with anyone, but if you have cake, you're pretty much her best friend.
Title: Malice
Author: Isabella Starling
Genre: Dark Billionaire Romance
Then envy came along,
Singing its pretty, jealous little song.
There were two sisters once upon a time,
But only one will be there for showtime.
The younger stole the eldest's life,
She's going to be her lover's wife.
Better let that envy go,
Your sister's man won't take things slow.
You'll regret your petty choice,
Pretty birds only sing while they still have a voice...
Isabella Starling started out as a voracious reader of dark romance, and has since evolved her love of reading into writing dark, twisted romantic tales. When not spending time with her boyfriend, two cats & a Labrador pup, she's chatting away to author friends and plotting her next release.
Title: Bait
Author: Jade West
Genre: Romance, Suspense
Photographer: Wander Aguiar
Model: Jonny James
Cover Designer: RBA Designs
A stranger online. Dark hair and even darker eyes that knew my dirty desires before I did.
A fantasy that should never be spoken. But he pulled the confession from me. And now he’s coming for me. Rough. Dirty. Dangerous. It’s supposed to be one night to get me off and make me forget. He’ll make me his and I’ll pretend I don’t want him to. I’ll run and he’ll chase. Because I asked him for this. I begged him for this. Tonight, in the darkness, he’s the hunter. And I’m the bait.
Living in imaginary realities and having a legitimate excuse for it is really all she’s ever wanted.
Jade is as dirty as you’d expect from her novels, and talking smut makes her smile.
She lives in the Herefordshire countryside with a couple of hounds and a guy who’s able to cope with her inherent weirdness.
She has a red living room, decorated with far more zebra print than most people could bear and fights a constant battle with her addiction to Coca-Cola.
|