Thursday, 31 August 2017

Author Spotlight: Roxanne D. Howard







Blurb 
Molly Ivers has always known she’d marry a foreign man with a delicious accent. Six months ago, in a night of unbridled passion, Molly gave her virginity to her friend and sexy-as-can-be neighbor, rocker Evan Castle. Unfortunately, thanks to his swarm of constant groupies, things didn’t work out, but they remained friends. Now, after having just broken up with her boring, run-of-the-mill right-wing boyfriend, Sean, she’s on the verge of finishing her graduate degree and moving to Paris. She is desperate to shake things up--and find that sexy foreign man.

She’s had a crush on Nicholas Sullivan, her British professor, for as long as she can remember. So when opportunity comes knocking to spice up her appearance in the form of a French life coach, she hires Jean Luc Dubois to help her let her hair down and become more Parisian and hip to reflect the person she is within. Thanks to Jean Luc’s magic, she starts to catch her hunky English prof’s eye, but the more time she spends with Evan, the more she begins to realize that her Prince Charming might just be the one she’s known all along.




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Roxanne D. Howard's holiday trilogy, the Costa Mesa series, is now available in a convenient e-boxed set!

Batten Down the Hatches

Piper Goldhirsch is the head reporter for Business Buster, an Undercover Boss-esque tabloid exposé show. While it was never her dream job, it pays the bills. When she attends a masked Halloween Ball and meets a sexy costumed pirate captain who calls himself Captain Jack, what starts out as a few kind words and exchanged kisses in the billiards room quickly becomes the greatest sex of her life, leaving her haunted by the powerful magic between them. Piper's not sure what she wants or even if she'll ever see her mysterious stranger again… until he becomes her job’s next target.

Captain Jack Spencer runs his own brand new whale watching company, Ahoy, Matey, on the outskirts of Costa Mesa and Balboa Island. He’s so good at it he’s garnered the attention of rival companies. Piper is called in by Jack’s nemesis to go undercover on an ocean tour to expose him, and reveal the alleged illegal tricks that have made his business so successful in a short amount of time. But when Piper realizes he’s the same sexy man she slept with at the Halloween Ball, she’s emotionally conflicted. Plus, Jack has been unable to forget the woman from Halloween, so when they do meet up again, they can’t keep their hands off each other.

It’s time to Batten Down the Hatches, because the waves are about to get wild!

Toe the Line

After two months apart from Jack and working in desolate, war-torn Syria, Piper is on her way home to California for Hanukkah. The tides have turned dramatically, and she is now an established journalist with Channel Four News. Though she's proud of where she's at with her career, her heart aches for the painful way she left things with Jack.

Jack is determined to make things right with Piper, no matter what. When he receives a cash settlement from Business Buster, he uses his newfound wealth to whisk her away on his new yacht for a romantic getaway to Catalina Island. In no time at all, the two lovers reignite the fiery blaze between them, and their steamy passion rekindles out on the open ocean. But when a dangerous, hidden stowaway hijacks the yacht and holds them both captive, Piper and Jack find themselves at his mercy. With nowhere to run, they must work together if they want to escape alive.

This holiday season, it’s time to Toe the Line.


Overboard

At the end of their romantic holiday getaway, Piper is one loved-up woman. She can’t get enough of the sizzling passion she’s found with Jack after all they’ve been through. The two lovers board Jack’s yacht and leave the idyllic hamlet of Catalina Island, California to head home for New Year’s Eve, and it seems nothing could be more perfect… until the day turns on a dime, and the waters rise. When Jack receives a radio distress call from an old friend out on the open ocean, their initial efforts to free a trapped, massive blue whale soon becomes a dangerous struggle for life or death – their own.

It’s a New Year’s Eve fraught with harrowing danger, narrow escapes, daring rescue missions, and heart-pounding passion. Top it off with one shocking discovery, and suddenly the boat isn’t all that’s rocking. With the weight of the knowledge pressing down upon Piper, can their love survive? This New Year’s Eve, get ready for some fireworks because it’s all going Overboard.





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Author Bio:

Roxanne D. Howard is a U.S. Army veteran who has a bachelor's degree in Psychology and English. She loves to read poetry, classical literature, and Stephen King. Also, she is an avid Star Wars fan, musical theater nut, and marine biology geek. Roxanne resides in the western U.S., and when she's not writing, she enjoys spending time with her husband and children. Roxanne loves to hear from her readers, and encourages you to contact her via her website and social media.

Tuesday, 29 August 2017

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Sunday, 27 August 2017

Author Spotlight: K.B. Andrews





Taking Down Brooklyn 
by
 K.B. Andrews and Kelly Moore



Blurb 
My life was my own. That is until I met B. She was meant to be one night of fun. One night of forgetting my miserable, lonely life. 

I’m a hired killer, a modern-day hero of sorts. 

I’m paid well to take out the bad guys. I take the money, I do the job, no questions asked—until her beautiful face becomes my target.

B suddenly has a name. Brooklyn Warren, the president’s daughter.

The woman who I’ve thought about since the night we were together now becomes my target. She has a bull’s-eye on her head, and a large amount of money is being offered to take her out. But I don’t kill innocent people, and Brooklyn is not only innocent but highly intelligent and trying to save millions of lives.

She’s come up with the cure for cancer and pissed off the mighty pharmaceutical companies. They stand to lose billions of dollars at the hands of a sexy redhead. Her father, being the president of the United States, doesn’t dissuade them from hunting her and threatening him.

Instead of taking the contract to kill her, I rescue her. She, in turn, rescues me from my lonely life.

Keeping her safe is the only thing that matters to me. Her life will save millions, mine will save none. I will risk everything to keep her safe.

Now the hunt is on for both of us. 

Universal Amazon Link: http://mybook.to/TakingDownBrooklyn







Losing a Piece of Me 
by
 K.B. Andrews

Blurb
I have a secret.
A secret that chased me away from my home, my family, away from the only man I've ever loved.
I took that secret and pushed it down inside of me.
So far down, that it never had a chance of coming out.
That dirty little secret was like a seed. A seed that took root and grew to become a piece of me.
But what happens when that secret has finally outgrown me?
When its vines climb over every wall I have in place?
When it finally overfills that little spot inside of me that it's been buried in for so long now?
All secrets come out eventually.
I just hope mine doesn't destroy everyone I love.

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Author bio  

I was born and raised in a small town in Southern Illinois. I have been making up stories since before I could spell, using pen and paper to scribble out my pretend stories for my parents to read.
As I grew older, the writing stopped but the stories still played behind my eyelids like a mini movie all my own.
I didn’t start writing again until I became a stay at home mom and was introduced to the world of indie books. I was amazed by all the great books that I found that couldn’t be found in stores.
With nothing but free times on my hands, I sat down and wrote my first book, just to see if I could!
I wrote The Chance Series with no intentions of actually publishing. Then one day, one of my nosey friends got the secret out of me and forced me to send over the rough drafts.
To my surprise, she loved the story! Thinking this friend was just biased, I sent it to a couple other people, but didn’t tell them it was mine, wanting their honest feedback. When every single person came back and said they loved it, I decided it may be something worth trying.
With nerves and fears aplenty, I held onto the story, still not convinced being an author was something I could do.
Then the game changer: I turned thirty. Deciding I would rather try and fail than to look back on my life and wonder what could have happened, I got the story ready and hit publish.
I’ve been extremely lucky and found some awesome readers and authors that have since become great friends. I couldn’t be happier that I decided to push publish that day. This journey is crazy, but it is so much fun.
Since that day last November, I’ve written five more books: Books 1-3 in The Chance Series, Finding You in the Darkness, Losing a Piece of Me, and Taking Down Brooklyn co-wrote by Author Kelly Moore.
Most of my books are contemporary romance with a hint of suspense and a HEA.
To learn more about what I’m writing and what will be releasing, follow me on social meida.


Friday, 25 August 2017

Another filthy Xcerpt from Quick and Dirty


Love, passion, romance and desire… No matter what your preference, this set of 22 hot and sexy reads has just what you need. From surprise love affairs to bad boys that we can’t help but fall for, and couples that were meant to be, this compilation from Romance Collections is sure to please your every single need. 

✩ Featured Authors 

     Nicole Morgan
Jocelyn Dex
     Alison Foster
     Kate Richards
     Linda O'Connor
     Samantha Holt
     Jerrie Alexander
     Whitley Cox
     Krista Ames
     Ursula Sinclair
     Measha Stone
     Tuesday Embers
     Siera London
     Rachel Shane
     Bonnie Phelps
     Misha Elliott
     Alyson Reynolds
     Jenna Bayley-Burke
     Madison Michael
     Pepper Goodrich
     Marcia James
     Destiny Blaine


The best way to get over a millionaire is to get under a billionaire.

Humiliated and angry Parker Ryan is ready to erase every last trace of her ex from her mind, body, and soul. Of course she can be adventurous. Exciting. Sexy. No matter what he said. She needs an exorcism, and Tate McAllister and the island of Moorea in Tahiti are just the man and place to do it. Tate is perfect for the job: billionaire resort owner, scuba instructor, philanthropist and, let’s face it, sex god. So maybe the affair isn’t the wisest move when she has to write her damn feature piece and review the hotel, but if he’s ready and willing to wow her in and out of the bedroom for the next ten days, the fling will be worth it. Parker can get the job done and have Tate fulfill all her fantasies, and she won’t, repeat won’t fall in love with the man. Even if every part of her wants to.

Excerpt

“Oh, God!” He grabbed his cock, angled it at my cleft and then sheathed himself to the hilt in one solid thrust. “Oh fuuuuck,” he sighed.
“Yes!”
“Parker . . .”
“Harder.”
He picked up speed and hammered into me, hard measured thrusts, stroking across my entrance and deep into my channel, hitting the right spot inside me, the spot that very few men can reach or even find. The spot that made me feel like I needed to pee and that my eyes were going to roll into the back of my head and never come back. I bowed my back and pushed my ass further up, welcoming him, taking all of him. One of his hands snuck around in front of me, and he wedged his way inside my robe; fingers found a nipple, and he started to pluck and tweak, pulling until they were both hard and aching, my breasts heavy in his palm.
Lifting one hand from where I was braced, I moved it down my body and delivered delightful little smacks to my clit.
“Are you smacking your clit?” he asked, his voice hoarse and strained. I could tell he was close. His cadence was starting to wane.
“Yes,” I breathed.
“Fuck, that’s hot.”
“Harder!”
He did as he was told, and within a matter of seconds, we were both coming, panting and snarling as our releases took hold. He angled himself over my body and his teeth grazed my shoulder, tender bites that hurt just enough to let me know how good he felt, how unhinged he’d become. How wild I made him. I loved it. I wanted every bite, every bruise, every chafe.
He pulled out and moved away. A moment later, the light flicked on. I shut my eyes from the harsh glare. We were back in the same room as before, the soundproof room where he’d taken me yesterday. My hands had been planted on the bench for the baby grand piano; I could still see sweaty prints on the shiny black varnish.
Tying off the condom, he shoved it into his pocket and then did up his pants while I went to work adjusting my robe, tucking my breasts back inside.
“Hello.” I grinned.
“Hi.”
“Kidnapper routine, huh?”
He nodded, his smile making me weak in the knees. “Yeah. Do you have Stockholm Syndrome yet? Do you sympathize with your captor? Do you want to stay?”
I laughed out loud. “If by ‘sympathize’ and ‘stay’ you mean want my ‘captor’ to take me like that every day, then, yes.”
His eyes glowed salaciously as he prowled forward. “That can be arranged, you know.”
My arms drifted up to rest on his shoulder. We were nose to nose. “I’m sure it can. Seeing as you’re the big boss man and I’m in the presidential suite and have an all-access pass.”
His nose rubbed against mine as he pushed my back against the wall again, his knee urging me to spread my legs so he could settle between them. “You have all access, baby. Whatever you want, whenever you want it.”
“Hmmm,” I hummed. “I like the sound of that. A girl could get used to such treatment.”
Something, a shadow perhaps? Sadness? I couldn’t quite put my finger on the emotion that passed across his face, removing that sinister twinkle from his eyes, but it was only for a second. He quickly tossed on another grin and gave me one of those winks he was becoming famous for. The man was a master at many things, I was learning, and one of those was hiding his true feelings. Happy on the outside, and something else on the inside. Who was Tate McAllister? Would I get to know the real him?
His hand roamed down between us, and he flicked my clit. My whole body jerked in his arms, and he laughed.
“Enjoy it, baby. I am here to serve.” Then he drove his tongue into my mouth, and the whole erotic dance started all over again.

Wednesday, 23 August 2017

Author Spotlight: Erica Lynn






Lacey Wilson is a lot of things. She’s beautiful. Sweet. A little sassy. And about to be divorced. Now, on the verge of turning thirty, she’s on a mission to find herself, both emotionally and sexually. No attachments. No baggage. No problems. But when her best friend convinces her to attend a private party, where masked men and women go to have a little anonymous fun, she finds herself staring into the eyes of the most incredible man she’s ever seen, and caution gets thrown to the wind. After all, what’s just one night? 
Cameron Jennings likes to keep things simple. He helps out at his father’s garage during the day, then goes home to a few beers and TV. No muss, no fuss. Until one night when he’s working as the doorman at a private party, and meets her… Once he slips the purple mask over Lacey’s eyes and gets a taste of what she has to offer, he’s done for. With Lacey on a mission to rebuild her life, and Cameron completely infatuated, will she be able to convince him they could never have a real future after the way they met? Or will he prove her wrong?







Kara Smith is stressed to the max. She's close to losing the bar she inherited from her grandfather, she's exhausted from taking care of her alcoholic father, and to top things off, she's losing precious clientele to a new nightclub in Houston. She's so desperate, she's actually considering the insane proposition her best friend, Trevor Black, has made. Marry him, and he'll make sure she keeps her bar.

William Richardson is the son of Carl Jones, as in the Carl Jones...the owner of many of the amazing nightclubs in Houston. Carl has come up with his best idea yet, if only he can get Kara to sell her bar. If William can make sure this happens, he'll be handed over his father's empire. And hey, William and Kara can't stand each other, so it should be easy, right?

But after an intensely steamy night where they set aside their feud and bond in the most erotic of ways, will he still be able to convince her to let go of her bar? Will he even want to?




About Erica Lynn

 What can I say about myself? Haha… such an odd thing to think about.
About me…who am I?
The two most important things about me: I’m a wife and mother.
My husband is a wonderful man, and I love him more than anything. He’s been so supportive of me throughout this process, and has talked me down from the proverbial ledge more times than I’d like to admit!
My daughters are my world. Beautiful, sweet girls…who drive me up the wall. But hey, I think that’s their job! Right now I feel like I live in a madhouse, but one day, I’m sure much sooner than I can imagine, I’ll be sitting at home with nothing but quiet because my babies are grown and on their own. So I better enjoy these crazy moments before they’re gone!
Fun fact…I’m a reality TV junkie! What can I say? It’s a guilty pleasure! It started with The Real World and never stopped. I love The Real Housewives (I watch Beverly Hills, OC, and just recently started New York), Vanderpump Rules, Couples Therapy, Marriage Boot Camp, and The Mother/Daughter Experiment.

I also love movies. All kinds, but I’m definitely a horror fan! So any recommendations, send them my way! There’s nothing better than a good scare, and yes, I am that fool in the theater that screams and then starts laughing. Oh, you don’t like that? “Whateva! Whateva! I do what I want!” *insert best Cartman voice*
Speaking of South Park…yes…my humor can be a bit on the dry side. I’m definitely a dork, but I’m cool with that.
So, yeah, I think that’s me in a nutshell. I hope throughout this experience y’all get to know me better, and I’d love to get to know y’all! Don’t ever hesitate to send an email my way! =)


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Sunday, 20 August 2017

Another filthy as all get out xcerpt from Hot & Filthy






Giving my hair one quick finger-comb and toss, followed by two quick cheek pinches and some cherry flavored lip balm, I opened up the bathroom door and stood there. Just like it had the first time he saw me in my wedding gown, James’ breath caught, and his pupils dilated.
“So beautiful,” he finally managed to say, momentarily stunned and making me feel happy and girly and causing the butterflies in my belly to dance in an unmitigated frenzy.
He stalked towards me and pulled me against him, spinning me around so that my back was to his front. He started dropping soft kisses on my neck and shoulders and murmuring all kinds of wonderful things in my ear. His voice was like a zephyr against my skin, and it was driving me wild.
I turned around and looked up into his eyes. The firelight danced lambent in them. He was beautiful, masculine, and I found myself speechless and short of breath at the way his eyes were running up and down my body in awe. I still had to pinch myself from time to time that this man was my husband. He was mine, all mine, from now until forever.
My eyelids grew heavy and my pussy wet with the inebriating effects of James’ skillful seduction. Whatever he wanted, whatever he demanded, I needed to give it to him like I needed air to breathe.
 He nuzzled that spot where my neck met my shoulder. “The entire night is about you, my perfect wife. I plan to worship you.”
Yes, please!
Scooping me up, he carried me over in front of the fire and laid me down on the white and brown llama skin, the skirt of my dress riding up and pooling around my hips. He caught sight of the garter and with a roguish smirk reached out and pulled, letting it go so it snapped painfully against my thigh. The dirty bugger. But the pain dissolved, replaced by a tender but lovely warmth as the memories of James and his diabolical elastic bands on the boat came flooding back. He pushed my thighs apart and maneuvered my legs so that my knees were bent, and then lifting my hips, he slid my underwear down past my ankles and put them to the side.
Then he went about the task of undressing himself. Sweater, shirt, jeans, socks, it was hard to believe such a mundane act, an act I’d witnessed hundreds of times over the last few years, still managed to turn me on. Still managed to rev my engine and get my juices flowing. Our eyes were fixed on each other, speaking volumes without uttering a sound. A wolfish smile crossed his lips, and the flames illuminated the already blazing passion in his eyes. He settled down on his stomach and pushed his hands up my dress, cupping my butt, pulling himself so his head was at the apex of my thighs.

“Just relax and enjoy, princess,” he said, before flicking his tongue out so it grazed my clit.


Friday, 18 August 2017

Dirty, dirty xcerpt of HOT & FILTHY





“If I could fuck you every minute of every day, I would.”
“Hmmm,” I hummed, looking out to sea and the horizon; we were in paradise and in James’ arms I was in heaven. “I feel the same.”
“Do you?” he asked, spinning me around so that we were face to face. “So if I tossed you on that deck chair over there and had my way with you for the rest of the afternoon, you wouldn’t complain?” His eyes glimmered with mischief, while his mouth curled up into a crafty grin.
“Your butt cheeks might get a little burned,” I teased.
He gripped me by the elbows and hauled me across the deck to the waiting lounge chair, tossing me down onto the fabric. I’d chosen to wear a skirt, so there was no stripping needed, and before I could blink, he was on his belly and pushing the hem of my skirt up my waist while moving my bathing-suit bottoms to the side.
“I love that you shave,” he said, wasting no time and flicking out his tongue against my clit. My whole body shook. “Nothing between me and your sweet pink pussy, ever.” And then he dove in, lips, tongue and fingers, the whole shebang. Swirling and twisting, plunging and plundering, until I was a mewling, sopping wet mess, and my cheeks were beginning to get warm and probably pink from the ruthless sun.
“I … I don’t know about all day there, stud,” I said, already out of breath. “We might have to take things to the shade for a bit.” I shamelessly pushed my hips up into his face, letting his nose graze my clit, while his tongue fucked me, hard and swift. A curious finger made its way further beneath me, and he pushed, demanding I give him refuge. I arched my back to grant him access, and he slipped inside. I was so wet, so saturated with need that he had zero problems. We rarely used lube these days; we just didn’t need it.
He hummed against my cleft, sending a jolt of pleasure careening through me.
“One quick orgasm for me, baby, and then I’ll save you from the sun and go fuck you down below in our bed.”
“You’re relentless,” I sighed, my hands weaving their way into his hair and gently pulling on his scalp.
“Obsessed is a better word.” And then he closed his lips around my clit, pushed two fingers inside my pussy and started to scissor.
I was close, so damn close. Writhing on the deck chair, with burned cheeks and aching nipples, under the hot tropical sun, close.
“I can feel it, Emma. Let go, baby. You’re right there,” he hummed again, his buzzing lips sending another zing of need through my body.

I fished my hand into the top of my tank top and started tweaking a needy nipple, pulling and pinching, until that sweet bite of pain threw me over the edge of the cliff and I came hard into his unyielding and devoted mouth. Bowing my back against the chair, I pulled hard on his hair, burying his face in my pussy as the pleasure speared through me.