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!
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Title: Teach Her
Author: Gisele St. Claire
Genre: Romance
Meredith. Now in my mid-20’s, I realize my bedtime fantasies involve situations where I could be discovered by others… A chance to live out my fantasies arises, but it’s on the school campus… where I’m a professor. My head tells me I need to focus on a real relationship. I’m happy when I meet Garrett, a Personal Trainer: with his hot body, dark hair and piercing blue eyes. I fall for him… off the treadmill, to begin with. Everything is amazing, until I discover he’s not a 23-year-old PT like he told me, at all. He’s a 19-year-old student… at my school. Now he has me hooked on him, but we’re playing a dangerous game. What if we’re caught? Yet, this just makes it hotter… If professor and student fantasies are your thing, along with hot alpha males and scorching s@xy scenes, read on… Books in the School of Seduction Series are standalone titles.
If you're into quick, hot and sexy erotica romance with a twist then you've found the right gal!
I love staying up late and watching my characters come to life on paper.
Title: Prisoner Of Fate ( Twisted Fate Series #3)
Author: Tami Lund
Genre: Paranormal Romance
The bad guys are winning.
There are two types of shifters in the world: Rakshasa--the bad guys who want to destroy the world—and Light Ones—the good guys who want to protect it. Lily's one of the good guys, the last of her kind, the only one who can save their species. She's also a 170-year-old virgin who isn't in a hurry to get tied down. And then she meets Matteo, a Rakshasa who has been a prisoner of the Fates for a thousand years. They should be mortal enemies. She shouldn't strike up a friendship with the man. She certainly shouldn't develop feelings for him. And while we're listing don'ts, she definitely shouldn't give the man her most precious commodity: her innocence. Because otherwise who's going to save humanity?
Finally, finally, the First allowed them to talk about the reason for their visit. While Prim explained, Lily watched the door behind the large wicker chair. Was there really a Rakshasa in there? How had the First captured him? Why did he hide in the dark room? And why in the world did she keep a Rakshasa as a pet anyway? Lily was practically vibrating with curiosity.
“Would you like to see the First’s pet?”
Lily jumped at the sound of the voice, and then she blushed when she realized the Fate was speaking directly to her. She’d thought she was being unobtrusive, as she sat there and stared at the partially opened door, but apparently her curiosity was far too obvious.
Lily swallowed and said, “Is it really a Rakshasa?”
The First smiled and touched Lily’s cheek with one perfectly manicured finger. The tips of her nails were painted silver. “The First will show you her pet, but you must promise to stay out of his reach. The First’s pet has a taste for Chala.”
The Fate stood up and lifted her wine glass and glided over to the large wicker chair. Bending over, she reached behind the chair and grasped a thick, heavy, silver chain. She placed her drink on the small table and then used both hands to pull on the chain. She tugged three times, until Lily sensed movement in the shadows behind the door.
And then a man stepped into view. He was tall, as tall as Gavin, who was the tallest man Lily had ever met. His dark hair hung well past his shoulders. His face was clean-shaven, something Lily had never seen before on a shifter. He wore only a pair of white cotton, loosely fitted pants with a drawstring at the waist.
If Lily thought Gavin had mouthwatering abs, he had nothing on this particular shifter. Each muscle was sharply cut under his skin, from the top of the waistband of his pants to his collarbone. A single, thin trail of curly black hair led from just above his bellybutton down into his pants. His arms and shoulders were equally as impressive. He was an utterly glorious specimen of maleness, except for one startling attribute.
His eyes were black as night.
“Stay away,” the First warned, and Lily gave a little jump, as she realized she’d come out of her chair and had been walking toward the man with a thick silver collar around his neck. The collar connected to the chain in the First’s hands. The man watched her with an intensity that caused her insides to quiver.
He probably thinks I’m dinner. And yet her nipples contracted almost painfully. Who the heck would be turned on by the idea of being dinner?
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Excerpt #2
The First’s pet Rakshasa lounged in the wicker chair, one cotton-covered leg crooked over the armrest, the other perched on the floor. He hummed a tune Lily didn’t recognize, while he twirled what looked like a grilled jumbo shrimp on a stick.
He abruptly stopped humming and lifted his face and sniffed the air. Lily scuttled behind a nearby pillar. She waited until her heart wasn’t beating quite so erratically, then she peeked out from behind the column.
The shifter stared directly at her with unblinking black eyes.
“Oh,” she squeaked, unnerved by the solid, steady stare.
“Chala.” His voice was deep, like that actor from the insurance commercials she saw on television.
Lily felt that intense sense of awareness sweep through her again, licking at her insides, making her feel both hot and cold at the same time. She dropped her head back and leaned against the cool pillar and gave in to the racking shiver.
“No need to hide, Chala. I cannot harm you so long as you remain outside the reach of my lovely necklace.” He chuckled at his own joke.
Lily risked another look. He still lounged on the wicker chair, although the shrimp on the end of the stick was gone. And he still watched her with that breathtaking intensity.
“I–I didn’t think you would be awake,” she stuttered.
“I wouldn’t think you would be awake,” he countered. “It is terribly late. Is it not past your bedtime, Chala?”
Lily slowly stepped out from behind the pillar and stood next to it, feeling oddly exposed. Not returning to her room to change suddenly seemed like a poor decision.
“It’s Lily,” she said. “Lily Gallow. I hate it when people call me Chala,” she said, hoping he would appreciate the show of solidarity. She had to believe he hated to be referred to as “Pet.”
“Why? Are you not a Chala? Have my senses finally gone askew, after all this time?”
“Yes, I am. But I have a name, and I prefer people use it. Just as I imagine you do.”
“Are you asking for my name, Chala?”
“Yes,” she said boldly. “You must have one. Everyone has a name.”
“The First does not,” he pointed out.
“She does,” Lily countered. “She just chooses not to use it. You, I assume, didn’t have a choice in the matter.”
He paused, watching her for several heartbeats worth of time. “No,” he said finally. “I was not given a choice.”
Lily rolled her eyes. “I take it you aren’t going to tell me.”
The shifter chuckled. “Maybe I do not remember. I have been called Pet for a thousand years, you know.”
Lily shook her head. “You remember. I’m sure of it.” She paused, and when he still did not offer his name, she asked, “What do you miss most about your freedom?”
The shifter stared at her, blinking far less frequently than most other people she’d encountered. Finally, he sighed and kicked his foot into the air.
“I haven’t had a good kill, a good steak, or a good fuck in a thousand years. I miss everything, Lily Gallow. Everything.”
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Title: The Fiancé Trap
Author: Tabitha A. Lane
Genre: Romance
Seduction's her job, not her passion. Until now...
Rule 1: No personal relationship with the client:
Rule 2: No honeytrapping anyone you know.
Rule 3: No sex with the target.
When investigator Ally Moore's boss asks her for a favor, she can't say no - even if honeytrapping her boss's almost fiancé sounds like a terrible idea.
She'll find him, flirt, leave, and write a report. Couple of days, max.
But when the target turns out to be her one night, no names, never forgotten fling, gorgeous single dad Jace Carter - who has no intention of letting her vanish from his life like she did that crazy moonlit night - is there any way she can resist him?
A steamy, romantic standalone story of love, lust and second chances!
She gave every indication of being desperate to get away—behavior that would have set any suspicious man’s internal radar shrieking. But this time she wasn’t escaping. He tamped down the urge to take her elbow as they walked from the diner, and instead followed at a distance, not wanting to exacerbate the tension sparking in the air between them. She looked different today. Hotter. Tight jeans. Goth T-shirt. Red lipstick. He tried not to check out her ass, but it was darned near impossible to resist. Her hair bounced when she swung around. “Are you following me everywhere?” “No, we’re going somewhere to talk.” It was difficult not to be distracted by the challenge flashing in her eyes. She stopped on the sidewalk, hands on hips, chin tilted up as their gazes locked. “I don’t want to talk to you.” What the hell is her problem? He’d given her no reason to behave as she was—as though he was dirt under her shoe she was determined to wipe off at her earliest convenience.
Jace breathed deep. Honey, not vinegar.
“I need to talk to you.”
He stepped close, close enough to see the little flecks of gold that accentuated the green in her eyes. Close enough to breathe in the scent of her that he’d never forgotten, even after all these months.
She looked away. “We’ve talked about everything we needed to. Your son is home…” She shrugged. “We don’t have anything else to talk about.” He took her elbow. “Five minutes. In my car.” He jerked his head to the car nearby. “I’m in a relationship.” The way she said it: defensive and dismissive, as though he was chasing her and his attention was unwanted, made him bristle. “I’m not trying to date you.” Her eyebrows rose. “Or screw you either, for that matter.” Although now the thought was in his mind, he couldn’t help but imagine stroking his hands over her soft skin, tasting her mouth to see if that magical night they shared had been a one-off—or if he was looking back with rose-tinted goggles at remembered perfection. Her gaze dipped to his mouth. Heat blazed through him, for she was feeling it too. Thinking the same thoughts he was, feeling the same pull. Her teeth gritted. “Five minutes.” He took her elbow and walked her to his car. Opened the door for her, then walked around the car to the driver’s seat. Once safe from prying eyes, he turned to her. “You’re not in a relationship.” God knows how he knew, but the look she flashed him revealed the truth. “No. I’m not.” “So why lie?” “I don’t want to get involved with you.” She crossed her arms. “You and I had our fun, and it was a long time ago. I don’t have any plan to repeat my mistakes.” “It wasn’t a mistake.” He reached over and touched her cheek.
Tabitha A Lane writes steamy romance. Her first two books, published in 2015, were Hazzard Blue and Trade – the very different stories of two best friends and the men who turned their worlds upside down. In 2017, she’ll release the first of three planned standalone books based around an investigation agency – where secrets and lies, lust and love play a major role.
Tabitha loves the freedom of writing hot stories, without scandalizing her family. She also writes contemporary romance under another name. She loves reading a wide variety of authors: Her favorites include Lee Child, Zara Cox, Kitty French and Tess Gerritsen. The Fiance Trap is the first book in her Honeytrap Inc. series, which are all standalone hot romances featuring operatives working for a Seattle-based Honeytrapping Agency. There are two more books in the series planned - and you don't have to read them in order.
Title: No Excuses
Author: Nikky Kaye
Genre: Contemporary romance, romantic comedy
1. Pack the right clothes. Especially extra underwear. 2. Don’t try to school your insanely hot boss on acceptable trust exercises. 3. Be prepared for the extracurricular ropes course. 4. Make sure there is a safety net when you fall, because you will fall hard. Gage doesn’t appreciate how hard it is to be his right hand woman—especially when I’m spending so much time with my own right hand, fantasizing about him. My demanding, control freak boss is testing all my limits, and I don’t know how long I can stay professional. No Excuses is a hot, full-length contemporary romance, featuring blindfolds, rope play, food fights, and sexy architectural features like wainscoting. As in all Nikky Kaye books, cheating is not allowed, but a little angst, some funny business, and a HEA are non-negotiable.
He moved close to me, our bodies nearly touching. I kept my eyes on his chest as he gently draped one of the ties around me, cool and soft on the nape of my neck. The tiny hairs under my ears stood up at the feel of the silk sliding across my skin. Every sense I had was on high alert.
He smelled like fresh laundry, and a trace of something else lingered on his skin. It was almost like the scent of paper, or an overworked photocopier. I felt the heat from his hands close to my throat, and the hairs on his forearms tickled my collarbone for an infinitesimal moment.
My attention remained focused on the buttons of his shirt. I was very worried that if I met his gaze, my hyperawareness of him would shine out of my eyes like a flashlight.
“We’ll just leave this here for now,” he murmured, flicking one end of the tie against the underside of my chin. “Are you ready?”
Not even remotely.
I nodded mutely, but I let out a little gasp when his fingers touched my chin and tilted my face up. It was so tempting to screw my eyes shut, like a little girl trying to pretend that something didn’t exist if she couldn’t see it. I’d had plenty of practice with that before.
But he wouldn’t let me retreat. He looked at me directly and without guile, as usual. What was a little different this time, however, was the way his eyes darkened into stormy seas.
“Trust me.” His simple words wormed into my heart as his warm breath landed on my lips.
My voice cracked as I said, “Mister Gage.” It wasn’t an answer or a question, a protest or a plea. I honestly didn’t know what I wanted to say, and whatever was building in me halted as he lifted the other piece of fabric to my eyes.
He smoothed his thumbs across the strip of silk over my eyes, spreading out from the bridge of my nose to my temples. The tie was held firm between his fingers—those nimble fingers that paused in my hair briefly before they met again at the back of my head.
“Is that too tight?” he asked as he pulled the half-knot.
The sound of the silk rubbing against itself whispered in my ear. I shook my head. His hands clutched my hair and held me still.
“I’m not done.” His fingers tangled in my hair as he finished tying, pulling a few strands just enough to make me suck in a breath.
He froze. “Did I hurt you?”
“No.” My nipples hardened into tight buds as his breath washed over my forehead. “I, uh, no,” I repeated.
Gage had never touched me this much in the whole time I’d been working with him. Just the memory of his hands in my hair was enough to make me wobbly in the knees.
He dragged his thumbs across my covered eyes again, like a parent wiping away their child’s tears. Tracing his index fingers lightly over my eyebrows, he made an indistinct but satisfied noise.
“I can’t see anything,” I complained.
I was so blind that I flinched when his mouth dipped to my ear. “Good,” he chuckled.
Reflexively I swayed toward him, like a flower toward the sun. He pressed his thumbs gently into my cheekbones, then his fingertips left a trail of fire down my jaw and neck. On the journey he slipped the other tie from where it dangled around my neck, and pressed it into my trembling hands.
“Tie me up,” he ordered in a low voice.
Yeah, those were words I definitely never expected to hear from my boss’s mouth.
When he took my hand, he pressed his open mouth first to my palm, then the pulse point on my wrist. I was sure it was fluttering like a freaking butterfly.
“I want to show you my playroom. It’s important to me.”
Oh god. “Um, okay.” I could do this. I could totally do this.
He led me down the hallway in his little dollhouse. Another time I would have run my hand along the banister at the top of the stairs, its patina velvety with age. Or I would have probably noticed the vintage glass doorknobs at each room. But all I could see was the bright white of his shirt like a truce flag as I trailed behind him.
He stopped us in front of a door at the back of the house, and I hesitated. Actually, we both did. Gage rubbed the back of his neck. The direct, motivated, successful billionaire was nervous—and that made my knees close to knocking together.
“This is probably the most… personal, private part of me,” he explained haltingly, his gaze penetrating me. “Someday I would like very much for you to join me in here.”
Do not hyperventilate, I told myself. You are a mature, sexually active adult with an open mind—and past rope burns to prove it. You just role-played in the office, for god’s sakes. Do not embarrass yourself.
Instinctively, I squeezed my eyes shut as he reached for the knob, and the door creaked open. When I opened my eyes to slits, it was first to look up at the exultant look on Gage’s face. Then I faced the playroom. I hadn’t realized I’d been holding my breath until it whooshed out of me.
“Gage, you are sick and wrong. Just no. No.”
“What?”
“How can you have Pac-Man but not Ms. Pac-Man?” I pointed to the array of arcade games lined up against the far wall. “That was clearly the better game!”
“I beg to differ.” With his arms crossed over his chest like that and his jaw looking like it had been set in concrete, there would be no persuading him.
At least he had Mortal Kombat and… was that a Dance Dance Revolution platform? It was covered in Japanese writing.
“Please tell me you have an Xbox.”
“Baby, I have everything.” He pointed to the giant beanbag and large—but not huge—television in one corner. Gage was almost glowing as brightly as the screens on the old consoles. Their sound had been muted, but the lights blinked in the background like dozens of little disco lights.
I wanted to laugh at myself for my idiotic fear. Whips and chains? Come on. I began giggling as I imagined myself bent over and tied to a bubble hockey table.
Boys and their toys. It gave a whole new meaning to “joystick.” At that ridiculous thought I bent over a little, my hands on my thighs, trying to cork up the laughter.
“What’s so funny?”
“Oh god, you are.”
He stiffened, probably unused to being seen as a source of comedy. Well, it was past time to change that. Finally I managed to control my giggle fit, which was probably half due to relief.
His annoyance came out in a strange sound from deep in his throat. When I flung my arms around his waist, he felt as though made of steel. I wanted to melt him down in a fiery forge and bend him into sinuous shapes. Cradling his carved jaw in my hands, I pulled him down for a tender, apologetic kiss.
“I would love to play with you, Gage. But you should know that I take no prisoners in Mario Kart.”
He sighed against my lips, multi-tasking while devouring me. “That is one… of… the sexiest… things… I’ve ever… heard… come out… of your mouth.”
After a 15-year hiatus from romance writing, she began self-publishing in the summer of 2016. Her first new adult erotic romance novella, Once Should Be Enough, became a bestseller in “Humorous Erotica”—which she found to be a hilarious accolade. She has a horrible addiction to diet cola (known in her house as “Mummy sip”) and an impressive collection of power tools. Her half-finished home projects keep taunting her while she writes. In her diverse career as a college professor, working in the film industry or with the United Nations, she never got to go to work in her PJs—until now.
Title: 24 Inches
Author: Alexis Angel
Genre: Romance
What's better than one foot of man meat inside of you?
Well, how about two? Anders Carter and Logan Kane. We're two of the baddest cover models in the entire romance market. Whether it's my 8 pack abs or his rugged face, no woman is immune from either of us. But then...she comes into the picture. Lana Hartley. Now all of a sudden we're playing her game. Trying to jump through her hoops...competing with each other. She's something else entirely. Strong. Sexy. Sassy. And her big question is...why have one, when you can have two? Now we're gonna open up a whole new world for her. Make her see things she never dreamt possible. Change the way she sees the world. And we're gonna do it by using our bodies. We'll let you guess which parts... **Come join Alexis Angel in this full-length standalone romance. No cliffys but it's going to be a scorcher with super duper hot 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: The Hot List
Author: Luke Steel
Genre: Romance
The Hot List: code for expensive property that will sell in a snap.
It's every realtor's dream, and I'm no different. Easy money is my favorite kind. Except my client—worthless asshole that he is—doesn't want to make this easy at all. Not for me, anyway. He's gone behind my back and hired another agent. He's turned this into a damn competition. I could have sacked up and taken it in stride... but then I saw who I was up against. Audrey: sex on two legs, an ass that won't quit, queen baker of delicious muffins—and the one woman I feel real hatred for. Three months ago she stole something from me. I can't get it back, but I can do something better... I can steal from her. I'm going to win this little game. Nothing will stop me. That's what I think, anyway, until I see her half-naked. Until I remember how her hair feels between my fingers... how she smells, how she sounds when her breath catches in her throat. This was supposed to be sweet revenge. But winning this game could cost me more than I ever realized. CEO by day, romance writer by night. I only write what I know. Please sign up for my newsletter to get access to ARCs and other news.
Title: The billionaire and the bad girl
Author: Bella Love-Wins
Genre: A Fake Girlfriend Romance
Fake Girlfriend...Real F*ck Buddy... More sparks than I bargained for.
Liam O'Sullivan just told the world that I’m his girlfriend. He’s a liar — there’s a difference between making a commitment and casually hooking up with him for years on account of his generous… package. But that commitment changes everything for me. One little lie sets my career into motion, but also puts the spotlight directly on us… the happy couple. He’s an arrogant, filthy-talking, sexy bastard with questionable family ties… who just changed my world for the better. Almost overnight, I start to reap the rewards of what Liam sowed by saying those three words. But it’s a lie he told just because he could. We can't keep this up forever. I force him to agree that we'll end the charade as soon as the opportunity presents itself. I'm a smart girl. No biggie at all. I'm certain I can handle it. I just don't expect to fall in real love with my fake boyfriend.
B&N: Coming Soon
IBooks: Coming Soon
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.
Title: Undone
Author: Jo Raven
Cover Designer: RBA Designs
Kaden Hansen was my whole world. I fell head over heels.
And then he cheated on me.
Or so I thought. I’m pretty sure, okay?
Anyway, I ran away and refused to talk to him again.
But what if I was wrong?
I don’t trust men.
My ex cheated on me with my cousin. In our bed.
And Kaden, my boyfriend, well…I think he cheated on me, too.
Confidence is a fragile thing, and mine is already shattered. So I flew back to Chicago, putting distance between us before Kaden could hurt me more.
I’ve sworn off men for good, focusing on my work and waiting for the pain to fade.
I’m over Kaden. Really, I swear. I don’t love him anymore.
It’s over.
Only a miracle could throw us back together at this point… and who believes in those, right?
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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