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 Amazon → https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0746313FR/ Chapter 1 Parks "This is gonna be wicked." I smiled and glanced over at my closest friend, Jackson. "You sure you're up for this shit tonight?" He snorted and reached up to brush his hand by his nose. The cockiness in his eyes was almost too much, but it mirrored mine - no doubt. "I just hope these other guys you're bringing from the hospital don't mess up the flow." He glanced my way and smirked. "You do remember how to do this, right?" "Pick up a woman?" I chuckled and nodded at the bouncer at the front of the strip club. "It's what I do when I'm not saving lives. It's you who might need dusting off." "Not a chance, asshole." He popped me in the chest with the back of his hand and made a beeline for the bar. I stopped and glanced around the darkened room, the lights perfect for the clientele littered all over the club. Sexy jazz music pumped from the speakers above, and the fog machine was in full effect. "Over here, man." Freddy, one of my favorite residents from St. Marks waved me over. "We saved you a seat and got you a present." I rolled my eyes as he extended his hand, his thick finger wrapped around a bundle of one dollar bills. "You think the type of woman I plan on fucking in the bathroom tonight is going to be impressed with such small bills?" "Oh Gawd." Darek, one of the surgeons I worked with gave me a look. "Please tell me you're kidding. Do you know how many germs there are in a bathroom?" I snatched up the bills and grabbed a beer from the bucket of them in the center of the table. "I'll make sure to sanitize my cock before and after. Sound good?" The table erupted in laughter, and the tension in my chest released. I was with friends for the night, and I was, without a doubt, getting laid by a woman who knew her way around a man. "Where's Aiden?" I glanced back toward the bar to see Jackson flirting with the bartender. He always had to go after the most challenging lay in the room. It was almost a game to him. "You know Elizabeth isn't going to let him come to a titty bar." Freddy reached over and gripped the back of my shoulder, squeezing tightly as he leaned closer and whispered. "He'll stop by on his way home. Just don't tell on him." I shook my head. "I don't know why he settled down." "Have you seen Elizabeth?" "Yeah, she's beautiful, but still." I took a long drink of my beer. "Complete ball and chain. Not worth the effort." "You don't think anyone is worth the effort." Darek glanced over his shoulder and smiled. "Now, get up front. We all made a pact on who you would pick tonight." "You've already seen the girls?" I turned back to my friends and smiled. "Nope, but you've got a type." Freddy moved around me to extend his hand to Jackson. My best friend was the only one of my friends not in the medical field. "Hey, Jackson. What you know, man?" "I don't have a type." I took another sip of my beer and turned to see my mentor, Aiden Crawford walk through the door of the club. "Sure you do." Darek smiled. "She's gotta be alive and has more plastic than a bottling company." "Fuck you too." I flipped him off and walked toward Aiden. He nodded toward my lifted hand. "That for me?" I smiled. "You're not that lucky." I extended my hand toward him. "You bring Lizzy with you?" He chuckled. "No, and I'm not staying. I just wanted to stop by and tell you that I'm here if you need me." "Here? Like at the titty bar? It doesn’t really fit your style, old man." He gripped my hand tightly as a smirk played at the corner of his mouth. "Make me proud at Boston Gen, okay? Do what you need to do and come back home." I shook his hand and nodded. "I feel like I'm about blast the fuck off into space. Do I need to give a short speech or anything?" "No, you cocky bastard." He released my hand and patted my chest as his eyes darkened a little. There was no one I respected more than Aiden. He was a god in the operating room and was brilliant with technique and precise with his skill. Everyone at St. Mark's wanted to be Aiden Crawford - even me. And I would. One day. "Anything else?" I gripped his forearm as he wrapped his fingers around the side of my neck as he had a hundred times. The man was like an older brother to me. I wanted his approval, and I had it. "Yes. Don't fuck with my sister. She's been through a lot, and she's just the kind of woman that would excite a sick fuck like you." He squeezed the side of my neck, leaving me a little uncomfortable. "Support her. Teach and train her staff, but don't you dare touch her." "Dude. Your sister is old like you, right? I'm into younger women. They're pliable. You guys are stuck in your ways, and if we're being honest," I leaned closer and smiled like a tomcat. "Boooooring." He smiled and released me, patting me on the chest again. "I'm serious. She and Gwen are all I have left in the world for family. Don't do something you'll regret." I held up a boy scout sign, hoping I was getting the damn thing right. "On scout’s honor." "That doesn't work unless you were a scout, idiot." He moved to the side a little and waved at the guys at the table before turning back to me. "Be on time. Be precise. Show them what we've trained you to be at St. Marks. No fucking around with the nurses like you do here." "Alright, Dad. I think I got it." I winked and crossed my arms over my chest. "Tell Lizzy I said hey." "Not a chance." He gave me one more stern look and turned to walk out, calling over his shoulder, "I'm here if you need anything. Just a call away." I stood there for a minute, taking in his advice, his warning, and his offer. I wouldn't mess with his sisters, either one of them. He meant too much to me, and I'd been honest about not liking older women. They were too fucking bossy or insanely confident. I wasn't interested in either. Sluts were the name of the game. Easy in and out. No commitment and no chance of getting my balls, my wallet and my heart pulled through a ringer. "That go well?" Jackson moved up beside me, his eyes locked on the door where Aiden had left moments before. "Yep. He said to stay away from his sister." I smiled over at him. "Some part of me wants her even more now." He laughed and wrapped his arm around my shoulders, turning us and walked us back toward the guys as the first girl made her way out on stage. "Have you seen this broad?" "Nope." I pulled away from him and moved up to the stage, smiling up at the platinum blond as I pulled out a one dollar bill and waved it in the air. "And I don't need to see her. I'm going for the young, dumb, insecure ones." "Cause they make you feel better about yourself?" He lifted his hand with a hundred dollar bill clasped between his fingers. Asshole. Always trying to show someone up. The girl snatched my bill and moved over to him and tugged his from his fingers slowly, seductively. She knelt down in front of Jackson and smiled, her tits spilling out of the tiny blue bikini-like top she had on. "Want a lap dance, baby?" I snorted. "You just gotta be first, don't you?" He glanced at me and winked. "You gotta up the ante sometimes, Parks. Shit or get off the pot, right? You're not going to land this older woman with little boy tricks." "I don't wanna land her. I want a slut, like this girl." I nodded toward the girl as my mood darkened. Jackson had no room to talk about growing up. He was a playboy billionaire that still fucked a different girl each night, and most of them in his high dollar office with the world watching from the windows. He turned back to the girl and pulled out another hundred. "Two hundred for a quick fuck for my friend here?" "Absolutely." She snatched the money and jumped off the stage, grabbing my hand and tugging me back toward the darkest part of the club. I gripped her hand tightly and jerked, pulling her back and wrapping an arm around her to steady her. "I don't need you taking the lead, princess." "Then you take it," she whispered and ran her hand down my chest to cup my dick. Her dark red fingernails matched her lipstick and should have been a turn on, but it wasn't. "I just did." I leaned down and pressed my lips to hers, dominating the kiss as she melted against me. My eyes fluttered closed, and I imagined her to be someone worthy of my time and attention, the kind of woman I would give up my wanton bullshit for. I had no doubt that girl existed somewhere, but I was unwilling to go in search of her. She'd have to exist somewhere in the recess of my mind. "Let's go to the back." She nipped at my lips, her blue eyes filled with lust. "No. Let’s fuck here." I dropped down in a chair close to the edge of the stage and reached for my zipper. "Make it look like a lap dance, and I'll throw in an extra hundred. Make me come before you do, and I'll throw in five hundred." She laughed and looked around as if I were kidding. "Really? Right here?" "You're a slut. You're used to a crowd watching you get off." I pulled a condom from my pocket and bit the edge of the packaging. "It's a big dick though. You're going to have to work hard to hide it firstly, and not soak it too quickly. You down?" I pulled the rubber out and slipped my hand into my slacks to grab my cock. My erection had nothing to do with her, and everything to do with the thrill of an exhibition. My job was the only thing that left my blood really pumping as of late, so fucking in public seemed rather appetizing. "Fine. You're on." She turned and rolled her hips, moving to stand in front of me as I pulled my dick out and slid the rubber down it. It was just dark enough, and there was far too much going on up on the stage for anyone to pay us much attention at all. "You're going down, baby." I reached up and gripped her hips as she leaned forward and dug her fake nails into my thighs. She wrapped her hand around my cock and tugged her panties to the side with her free hand. I leaned back and held on tightly as she let out a long yelp as she slid down my thick shaft. "You're so big. I'm not sure I can-" "Hush. Save your breath for pants and moans." I lifted my hips and filled her loose slit with the rest of my cock before patting the side of her ass once I hit home. "Get busy. You know the rules." She lifted up and slammed back down, dancing and rolling her hips as she fucked herself good. I reached up and cupped my hands behind my head, watching her until I grew bored. I glanced over at the table to find my friends watching me with confused looks. Freddy tilted his head to the side and gave me a look. He mouthed, 'Is she fucking you?' I smiled and shrugged. I wasn't the kiss and tell type. "Don't stop." I gripped a cheek of her thick ass and lifted my hips as she hovered above me, shaking a little and panting loudly. "Just a minute. I'm so close. I don't want to lose." "Sorry, but I have people waiting on me." I pulled her back down and rolled my hips as she exploded, convulsing and jerking above me. I reached around to grab one of her tits and pumped my hips a few times, forcing myself to release just to take the edge off a little. Life was about to change drastically, and even if I played it off well in front of everyone else, I was fucked up on the inside. I'd been in New York my whole goddamn life. What in the world did Boston have to offer? 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. 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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.
Title: Glamour Anthology
Author: Skye Warren, AL Jackson, Sophie Jordan, Lili St. Germain, Nora Flite, Sierra Simone, and Nicola Rendell
Genre: Contemporary Fairytale Retellings
Release Date: July 18, 2017
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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: The Southern Nights Series
Author: M. Never
Genre: Sports Romance
Cover Design: Cover Me Darling, LLC
Kamdyn Ellis is the man.Mr. All-Star athlete and resident bad boy. #7 quarterback on the field, and #1 player off.Every guy at school wants to be him, and every girl at school wants to date him. Well, except Laney Summers that is. The sassy city girl is the only one immune to Kamâs clear blue eyes and arsenal of southern charm. But when a debilitating injury sidelines Kamâs future and ability to play football, itâs Laney who is tasked to be his tutor while he recuperates at home.
The chemistry between Kam and Laney is undeniable, and after months of ignoring whatâs clearly evident, Laney gives in. Allowing herself one night with Kam, no strings attached, no commitment to speak of. Alone, under the stars, on the fifty-yard line, Kam and Laney set out to discover if what they have is real, or just one steamy southern night.
The Southern Nights series is a compilation of three novellas following the story of Kam and Laney, an all-star football player destined for greatness and the sassy city girl who challenges him on every level. This collection is steamy, fun, flirty and full of heart!
M. Never resides in New York City. When she's not researching ways to tie up her characters in compromising positions, you can usually find her at the gym kicking the crap out of a punching bag, or eating at some trendy new restaurant.
She has a dependence on sushi, a fetish for boots, and is stalked by a clingy pit bull named Apache.
She is surrounded by family and friends she wouldn't trade for the world and is a little in love with her readers. The more the merrier. So make sure to say hi!
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Title: Cindersmellya
Author: Alexis Angel
Genre: Dark Comedy Fairytale Romance
What if Cinderella had a lace thong instead of a glass slipper?
The moment I walked into the club, we both knew we were gonna fuck.
Champagne. VIP. Dirty. Sexy. Nasty. Just the way I like it.
But at the _stroke_ of four, she had to leave me because of last call.
All she left behind was her delicate lace thong.
And now she's gone. She got fired from her club for sleeping with me. She didn't even know I was the Prince. Now I’m searching all over my Kingdom looking for her.
She’s stripping at a club. I just need to find which one.
All I have in my quest is that slip of fabric she gave me with the scent of her juices.
*Because this fairytale is about to get filthy…*
Alexis Angel writes steamy contemporary romance about bad boys for the bad girl in all of us. She is still single at 30, in case anyone is interested to know, and still very much looking for love. Her favorite things in the world are flowers, chocolate, lingerie, high heels, lipstick, perfume, and the credit card award miles that she gets from buying all that. Prior to writing, Alexis used to be a financial analyst in New York City. She quickly decided that working for a faceless corporation run by men was not her dream job. So she began to write. And as she began to write, she began to use those credit card award miles to travel all over the world. Alexis is still single, in case you forgot from above. She spends winters in California, fall and spring in New York City, and summers in Europe.
Title: Harem
Author: Abby Angel
Genre: An MFMM Romance
All y'all doing these MFM menages are so totally missing out. Three guys is so much better than just two...
I mean, spice it up, add an extra M into the MFM. Make it MFMM. Extra pair of hands. Extra pair of lips. An extra uhm....well, you know :) Like what woman doesn't wanna get totally consumed by three big dudes that just put her on a pedestal and take her to paradise? Just focused entirely on her and making sure she's just twitching with pleasure by the end of it, ya know? Is there a story in all this fun times? Sure. There's a really great story in here about love, betrayal, jealousy, all capped with a HEA and no cliffy's at all. Lana and I had a lot of fun writing it, but I mean the hot scenes were what totally made us late in putting this out because we kept having to take 'breaks'. And with good reason too. Like add an extra M into the mix and you really do go 'mmm' ya know? In fact, I guarantee that MFMM is so hot and sizzling that you'll never be able to go back to plain ol' vanilla MFM anymore. If you have any babies after reading this, they better be named Abby! ;)
Abby Angel is actually two dirty angels who got together to write some filthy words. Lana Hartley, when she isn't writing Abby Angel, writes dark romance under her own pen name as well as contributes to Dark Angel. Alexis Angel, writes erotic contemporary romance under a variety of names - she's forgotten them all at this point. They both write under Naughty Angel publishing and wanted to create a pen name to provide exclusive MMF content! To receive a free dose of filth from the archives, sign up for the Naughty Angel newsletter at http://eepurl.com/cvgi4v.
Title: 100 Days
Author: Alexis Angel
Genre: Romance
Think you're a true player? Take the challenge and try not to fall in love for 100 Days...
100 Days - a matchmaking game for the wealthiest circle of New York City's elite. Pay $100 million and enter yourself to find a soulmate. If you don't fall in love with someone they send in 100 days, then you win the combined entry fee of everyone that's come before you. No one has won. Love has conquered them all. The pot has grown to $4 billion. But all that's about to change. Because the game has a new player. Me. As the wealthiest hedge fund manager on Wall Street, I got the cash. As a former SEAL, I've got the body. And with 12 inches of lust muscle between my legs, no one goes home unhappy. I don't plan on losing. Until they send the creator of the game herself - Athena Hawke. This curvy blonde is sent to bring me down and make me lose. She opens up a side of me that I never even knew existed. Now I'm dealing with a lust and passion that could bring me and my business crashing down. I've never lost at anything. But will I still want to win this game of love against Athena in 100 days? Come play the game of love with Alexis Angel in this full length standalone romance! No cliffys or cheating, but filled with super duper scorching scenes. HEA? You know it, babe ;)
Alexis Angel writes steamy contemporary romance about bad boys for the bad girl in all of us. She is still single at 30, in case anyone is interested to know, and still very much looking for love. Her favorite things in the world are flowers, chocolate, lingerie, high heels, lipstick, perfume, and the credit card award miles that she gets from buying all that. Prior to writing, Alexis used to be a financial analyst in New York City. She quickly decided that working for a faceless corporation run by men was not her dream job. So she began to write. And as she began to write, she began to use those credit card award miles to travel all over the world. Alexis is still single, in case you forgot from above. She spends winters in California, fall and spring in New York City, and summers in Europe.
Title: Candy Ever After: Hot Candy #2
Author: Jo Raven
"Candy, why is your bed so big?"
"...to fit my two boyfriends when we snuggle together at night."
Only that's my father asking, staring at the bed in question. Oops.
So yeah. Unruly Jethro and cocky Joel are now officially my boyfriends. My Candy Boys. I moved in with them, and I expected things to be tense, awkward. I was wrong. This feels so right, and, well, hot. These boys are so hot.
But with college starting, Jethro returning to work at the bookshop, and Joel planning to start his own business, everything's shifting. Not to forget the fact that Joel still hasn't confronted his parents about our relationship, that Jethro is still recovering from his dad's brutal attack, and that I feel insecure, well...
Wait a sec. Insecure? Come on, Candy. That's BS. These boys love you.
Yeah, I know. The boys and me, we're solid. However, doubt still lingers. I mean, Joel's parents hate each other. Jethro's dad killed his mom, for chrissakes - and my mom has acquired a sudden interest in sex toys and escort services.
So I wonder if true love really exists. Love that doesn't fade over time. You know, the kind that withstands nightmares and bad jokes, unwashed dishes in the sink, and lack of lube. Yeah, that happened.
These boys own me. They're sweet, sexy, and caring - but will they break my heart, or is this our happily ever after?
Note: This is not a stand-alone audiobook. It is the epilogue to Candy Boys (Book One). You need to listen to Candy Boys before you listen to Candy Ever After.
Jo Raven is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author, best known for her series Inked Brotherhood and Damage Control. She writes edgy, contemporary New Adult romance with sexy bad boys and strong-willed heroines. She writes about MME fighters and tattoo artists, dark pasts that bleed into the present, loyalty and raw emotion. Add to that breathtaking suspense, super-hot sex scenes and a happy ending, and you have a Jo Raven® story.
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Title: His Ex's Little Sister: Insta-Love on the Run, #1
Author: Bella Love-Wins
Genre: Romance
A Standalone Romance Novella With No Cliffhanger and a Guaranteed HEA
She's supposed to be off-limits, but all bets are off.Reid I'll never regret running away from a f**king nightmare of a broken home to join the Army. On my return after three tours, I have a chance meeting with a sexy little country-western songbird. The attraction is explosive, but she turns out to be my ex-girlfriend's little sister. I don't remember her having all those curves, or her sassy attitude, or that mouth that was made for sin. Now that I've set my sights on Robin, her forbidden status means nothing to me. I'm ready to claim her, no matter the cost. Robin I bump into the bad boy who broke my sister's heart nine years ago, and everything changes. I never expect forbidden fireworks, secrets and danger at every turn, and a hero in my corner when I need him most. Author's notes: - His Ex's Little Sister is a standalone romance novella with no Cliffhanger and a Guaranteed HEA. - The Insta-Love on the Run series includes quick and sinfully steamy contemporary romance standalones you can devour on the run! Each book is a short burst of explosive romance that'll consume you for up to two hours. Find your dose of love from the very first page. All stories are copyrighted content from Bella Love-Wins.
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. |