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**Mature Content Warning** Recommended for ages 17+ due to language and sexual content.
I want to tell you how great my life was.
How I lived without regrets. With constant laughter. Without any tears. I want to tell you how I lived each moment to the fullest. How each breath I took was fresh and full of life. With eagerness. Without any fear.
I want to tell you all of that, but then my story would be masked with lies and not worth telling.
My life didn’t start until I left my past. And I left everything…
My mother, my friends, my name. My new name, the name everyone knows me by is Erin Lewis.
Four years after finding the courage to leave her hometown in Alabama, Erin is finally happy with where her life has led her. Not only is she secure in her environment, but the relationships she has formed center her, making her forget how damaged she once was. Before she can fully settle into her new life, her past crashes into her present, unraveling a set of events that destroy the very foundation she has built her new life on.






Five months after their wedding, Trent struggles with the strain of juggling work and family life as Erin furthers her education, getting a Master’s degree in Nursing. All Trent wants is one weekend alone with his wife to reconnect but Erin’s focus is adamantly elsewhere. 


Meanwhile, Nate, Erin’s oldest friend and brother, has formed an undeniable bond with Tonya that he is reluctant to pursue because of his own inner demons. 


Will love be enough?





I’m a Hispanic living in South Florida with my redneck husband
from Texas and our “half breed” son, who is actually the reason I started
writing again after years of celibacy. My son loves stories, but not the kind
you can read in an existing book. No, he’d rather make up a story, complete
with our own illustrations. So, thank you, Son, for igniting a flame I had let
go out.
I also live with two dogs: a neurotic Border Collie we call
Nitro and a midget Rottweiler named Nisa.
I have always found my sanctuary at the beach and in music and
writing. I wish I could write rhymes so I could become a famous rapper, but
rhyming is completely lost on me.
I have a Bachelor’s degree in Business Management and a Master’s
in Human Resource Management. I have held several jobs, from picking up dog
crap to upper management positions. And now I am hoping to leave the business
world behind so I can live full time in a world that does not exist until I
place my fingers on a keyboard and bring them to fruition.
Yessi Smith

RELEASE DAY BLITZ: They Naughty Stuff (Erotic Excerpts) by Ella Dominiguez

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Don’t let the cover fool you… what’s contained on the pages within this book is nothing less than scorching hot, blush-worthy, and down-right filthy.

If you’re not familiar with Ella’s work, now is the perfect opportunity to get in on the naughty and sample some of her sensual writings. 

When reading erotica, do you ever skip right to the naughty stuff? Skip no more. 

This compilation spotlights a few of the sexy scenes from Ella Dominguez’s writings. It’s sure to get you and hot and bothered and primed for some sexy time whether you’re flying solo or not. So sit back, grab your favorite battery operated device and ereader, and get ready for panty-melting hotness. Feeling brave? Ditch B.O.B. and share it with your main squeeze and let the kinky fun begin. 

Includes scenes with passionate kissing, oral, anal, domination & submission, ménage, spanking, public sex, and taboo subjects.

*Bonus: Naughty, unpublished scenes from upcoming works and flash fiction.

Erotic excerpts from:
The Art of D/s Trilogy
Becoming Sir
This Love’s Not for Sale
Continental Breakfast
Continental Beginnings
Grace Street
Hard Candy for Christmas
Tempered by Fire
*Ulterior Designs
*Kitty Kat

Warning: You may be compelled to ravage your lover or those near by while reading this, so proceed and read with caution. Intended for mature, open–minded individuals aged 18-100.



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About the Author: 


Ella is a full-time mom, wife, healthcare worker, and wanna be switch. She was born and raised in a sexually repressed, strict Christian household in the bible belt of the USA. This upbringing and repression contributed to her wicked imagination and writing has been her only outlet for her sexual fantasies. Finally at the ripe and sexually primed age of 40, I mustered up enough courage to share her naughty thoughts and put pen to paper. She sincerely hopes to find her niche in writing erotica in all forms, be it romance or paranormal. 

“I don’t consider myself an author. I consider myself an avid reader above all else, and someone who simply writes the stories that the characters in my head tell me to.”

RELEASE DAY BLITZ: Conjuring Darkness (Darkness Series) by Melanie James

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Title: Conjuring Darkness

Author: Melanie James

Genre: Paranormal Romance



25 year old Lexi Salenko is an independent and focused young woman who has realized her dream of moving to the open country of Montana and starting up a quaint bookstore. Romance and adventure have always remained within the covers of her cherished novels until one day she receives a mysterious letter from her archaeologist sister. The letter was sent from Israel and was badly damaged, but Lexi understands enough of it that her sister may be in trouble.

Lexi follows the cryptic instructions sent to her and finds herself propelled on an odyssey across three continents with a very sexy former Navy SEAL turned mercenary and a mysterious ancient relic with ties to an ancient cult. She learns about a supernatural force that stretches from the ancient ruins at Gobekli Tepe Turkey through the death camps of the Holocaust and into her present life. Along the way she learns that sometimes you have to let yourself fall in love and believe in the power of hope.


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COVER REVEAL: My Soul Keeper by Ker Dukey
Author: Ker Dukey
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Release Date: April 30, 2014

What if your entire reality changed on you one day?

You wake up and your family and friends aren’t who you thought they were.

You look around, and the world isn’t what you thought it was.

You don’t even recognize yourself.

You and your reality are a complete mystery to you.

Simone’s life was about to undergo that disturbing journey. Love, lust, death, betrayal.

How do you fight the devil himself when he consumes you with lust?

How can you love someone who has come to take back your brother’s soul?

Shamar, soul keeper and son of Death, had never met such a unique soul before Simone. Captivated by her, he broke all rules to be near her — to love and protect her. But how do you protect someone from evil when the forces of good seem to be working against you?

When Lucifer himself crawled from Hell to claim Simone, what sacrifices would Shamar make to keep her safe?

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COVER REVEAL: My Soul Keeper by Ker Dukey
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COVER REVEAL: My Soul Keeper by Ker Dukey


Not seeing Simone all week left my craving for her unsatisfied and vibrating my blood with anticipation for when I could feed it again. New charges have kept me busy and the temptation to touch her when she was reaching out to me in her bedroom after the party nearly consumed and broke me. Distance was what I needed but now I need to see her again. I waited long enough; I have proven to myself that I’m strong and not a fool to human weakness.
Sensing her soul I appear close to her. She’s in a shop so I go to the coffee stool positioned opposite and order a drink. The girl serving me blushes when she hands me my change. I can sense her attraction to me; it radiates off her in waves and has her embarrassed because of it. I smile with a wink at her and drop the change into the tip jar. I hear her intake of breath and laugh quietly to myself as I turn and almost spill my cup onto Simone’s chest.
“Oh my go…,” she gasps and her eyes twinkle with recognition. A smile falls over her face, stilling my heartbeat. “We meet again.” Her soft musical voice flows.
“I’m sorry I nearly scalded your…” I look down at her impressive chest and back to her face, which is tinted with the pink flush from my gaze.
“Body,” I offer with a shake of my head, which earns me a giggle. It nearly floors me. Pulling a stray hair from her mouth, she watches my movements. Parting her lips, her tongue darts out to moisten them; I caress her bottom lip with the pad of my thumb, taking the hair with it across to her cheek. There’s an electrical storm erupting inside my body. Her eyes are glazed; everything around us has fallen into silence, we are the only two who exist in this moment.
My thumb retraces it journey to her mouth with a press of her lips she kisses it. My whole body crackles and tingles. She’s turned on and it magnifies my own arousal. Leaning forward without thought of consequence, I touch my lips to hers. Her body melts into mine; the taste of her red lips is like the sweetest forbidden fruit. The warmth of her tongue slips into my mouth and I meet it with my own: grasping her face deepening the kiss. Her supple body moulds further into mine, her breasts pushing against my chest, our hips pushing into each other’s. The whole world falls away and I feel like Heaven has claimed me and this is it; she is my Heaven.
“Holy shit!” a voice shouts out, ringing in my ears.
Simone pulls away, breathless, her pouty red lips still slightly open and swollen from my kiss. Her eyes roam my face with bewilderment. “That was…”
“Amazing,” I finish her sentence.
Her friend grabs her shoulders and turns her from my gaze. It breaks the spell. I notice we have gathered an audience as were standing in the middle of the mall making out like we were in a private room. She looks around and drops her face to the floor, embarrassed.  Lifting her chin, I whisper, “Never look down Simone, only up.” I bring my lips to her forehead before walking away once again.
COVER REVEAL: My Soul Keeper by Ker Dukey
When not lost in my mind of characters i can be found reading or spending time with family. I prefer a darker edge to my writing, not all life and love stories are light, some are grown from darkness. I was raised by a bookaholic. My mum started me on Anne rice as soon as i was old enough. I love losing myself in an authors world and create them for my fans.


RELEASE DAY BLITZ and GIVEAWAY: Convincing Constance by Tabatha Vargo


        Turned out Gary Steele from Music Line did have a job for me.  I almost lost my shit when he said Blow hole was looking for a replacement guitarist to finish their tour with them.  Fucking Blow Hole!  As in some of my favorite music to play.  
          I knew the chords to their songs better than any other band.  I liked their sound and I’d always been able to pick up their pace right away.  I could hardly believe my luck.  So when he told me they wanted me to come to their condo in Los Angeles to audition, I was all over that shit.
         I called Shay to bring me some gas money, told her why I needed it, listened to her scream on the other line, and then i drove entirely too fast to the address Gary gave me.  I pulled up around the corner and changed my clothes in the backseat of my car before going inside the massive building the boys lived in.
         When i finally made it to the top floor, I stood in front of the door and convinced myself that ringing the doorbell was the best thing I could do no matter how badly my nerves were jumping around.  I’d never auditioned before since I’d never played for any other reason than I loved it, and I couldn’t lie.  I was scared.
       When I finally worked up the nerve, I reached out and rang the doorbell.  I stood there waiting for someone to answer the door, but no one came.  I rang the bell once more, and the door opened quickly.
         “Can I help you?”  It was Finn, the lead singer.
          Everyone who loved music knew who Finn was.  His voice was soulful.  When he sang, he put so much emotion behind it you could almost believe he was living his lyrics.  He was raspy and deep, and I’d be lying if I said he wasn’t attractive.
          He was taller in person, and honestly, I expected more muscles, but that didn’t take away from his eyes or those lips that girls seemed to get wet over.  He leaned against the doorframe with his arms crossed.  A black shirt with cut-off sleeves covered his chest yet revealed his tatted arms, and a pair of drawstring sweats hung from his hips with loose ties that brought my eyes to his crotch.
          Quickly, I looked back up at him and my cheeks turned red when his expression told me he’d caught me looking.  Turning away, I adjusted my guitar case and shook the thoughts from my head.  I wasn’t one to get star struck… ever, but Finn was the real deal.
          Looking back up at him, the question in his eyes told me I needed to speak or he was going to close the door in my face.
          I’m here for the audition.”  My voice cracked and I wanted to slap myself.
          I needed to snap out of it.
          I adjusted the guitar strap on my shoulder to show him I wasn’t messing around.
          “You’re kidding, right?”  His right brow popped up in challenge.
          I didn’t have time for the whole females can’t play bullshit I knew was coming.  So I went in for the kill.
          “Do I look like I’m kidding?  Is the work jokester tattooed across my forehead?  yes, I’m a chick.  I have tits and a clit, but I have bigger balls than any man you know, and I can play the fuck out of a guitar.  Now are you going to keep wasting my time, or are you going to invite me in to play?”
          His mouth popped open in a wide, shocked smile.  Then he chuckled to himself and stepped aside.
          “Then by all means, come in.”
          The space was sleek and clean considering it was the home of a bunch of rockers.  Abstract red-and-black paintings of different instruments covered white walls, and the place smelled like pot and beer.
          The place was huge.  I followed behind Finn through three sets of doors until we were in a sitting room, and then I set my guitar case on the counter that split living room from the kitchen.
          A white, leather section filled the room.  Eyes stared back at me as I entered behind Finn and instantly I recognized the drummer, Chet, and the bass player, Tiny.  Finn left the room, leaving me in a silent uncomfortable moment.
          Taking a seat on the edge of the couch, I kept my bitch face on.  chet grinned at me from across the room and nodded at me as he licked his lips.  His tongue piercing clicked against his teeth.  He was the colorful one of the group.  Tattoos and piercings everywhere.  I did, however, seriously dig his fauxhawk.
          I’d been looking at him too long, and he was enjoying the attention.  He was definitely the playboy of the group.  I’d heard the rumors about him and how he struck his cock in anything wet.  I rolled my eyes and turned my head, and then my eyes connected with the bass player’s.
          Tiny’s name was a joke considering there was nothing small about the man.  He was huge.  His thick tattooed arms were crossed.  A look of absolutely no tolerance was plastered on his face.  Quiet and mysterious was his game.  Every band had one, and I usually dealt best with them, but something about the way he looked at me made me feel nervous.
          His dark-brown hair was buzzed short and faded into as set a sideburns that melted into his light mustache and goatee.  My eyes shifted to his lips and again, I wanted to slap myself.  It was unlike me to even notice the things I’d noticed since I stepped into the den of sin, also known as the home of Blow Hole, and I wasn’t about to let the disgusting pheromones that lingered in the air get to me.
          Tiny’s dark, angry eyes dug into mine and I suddenly felt exposed.  I sat up and ran my fingers through my hair to make sure I had no strays poking out, and the I turned away from him.  Even without looking at him, I could feel his gaze in the side of my face.  I didn’t like it.
          Just when I was close to telling him off, Finn came back into the room and crashed onto the couch.  Behind him, Zeke, the lead guitarist, came limping in.  A cast covered his picking hand and instantly I felt for him.  I couldn’t imagine what it would be like to not be able to play.  He looked at me in confusion as he sat down.
          As far as I was concerned, Zeke was one of the best guitarists I’d ever heard.  His technique was unusual, but the sounds that came from his strings were amazing.  I’d practiced his sound since the first time I’d heard them play on the radio.  I’d once see them from afar in concert at a bar in Los Angeles, but the boys were playing bigger venues these days.
          “So where’s the replacement guitarist?  Zeke asked in aggravation.  
          The room filled with laughter like I was a joke, and it pissed me off.  I stood and crossed my arms to show them I wasn’t dicking around.
          “That would be me,” I said sternly.
          Zeke looked me up and down without a drop of sexual awareness in his gaze, and I appreciated the fact that he was simply sizing me up, not checking me out.  It probably had something to do with the petite blond that had followed him into the room.
          “Is that so?” he asked.
          He was acting cocky, and honestly, he had every right to be.
          “Yep.  Want me to play or what?” I asked.
          Everything depended on this job and while I knew some would call me stupid for being such a bitch, I knew the boys would appreciate it.  I’d been a part of their world before.  I knew all about the girls that chased rockers around with their legs open.  I was sure it was refreshing to have a woman in their presence who didn’t drool all over them.  I’d definitely checked them out, but I wasn’t the drooling type.  Not to mention, I knew band boys weren’t for me–at all.
          Zeke looked around the room at the rest of the guys.  “Is this some kind of joke?” he asked.
          Again, the boys burst out in laughter, which did nothing but make me madder.
          “It’s not a fucking joke.  Quit being a chauvinistic asshole.  Either you want me to fucking play or not.  say something and quit wasting my goddamn time,” I snapped.
          His stern expression cracked into an appreciative smile.  “Then play,” he said with a careless shrug.
          Stepping over to my guitar case, I flipped it open and pulled out my baby.  It was candy apple-red Les Paul from my dad.  I barely played it, but I thought of this audition as a special occasion.  The boys of Blow Hole didn’t need to see my normal guitar.
          I strapped it on, took a deep breath, and began to play.  My fingers dug into the strings and I closed my eyes and let go of everything.  Rips and grinds filled the condo, bouncing off the walls and shaking the windows.  I mimicked Zeke’s playing perfectly.  I even ripped through his unique chords that other guitarists seem to have a hard time with.
          I played an entire song and no one stopped me.  When I was done, I unhooked the strap and set my guitar back in its case.  The room around me was silent, and when I looked up, looks of shock stared back at me.
          The only girl in the room, the tiny blonde with ice-blue eyes, began to clap.
          “That was amazing!” she said with a smile.
          I nodded at her compliment and turned my attention back to Zeke.  He stared at me with angry eyes.  That was his thing.  I don’t think I’d ever seen a real smile from him ever.
          “What did you say your name was again?” he asked.
          ” I didn’t.  No one bothered to ask.  My name’s Constance,” I responded.
          He looked around the room and then back at me.  The side of h is mouth lifted in an almost grin.  “Well, Constance, welcome to Blow Hole.”
 Blow Hole Lyrics

“The Addict”

The addiction you bring
It’s more than I can stand
Feeling your soulful depth
Why can’t you understand?
Bound by sick desires
Reaching for your sin
Body breathing fire
And I can’t let you in
Drugs don’t fail me now
For she’s forever gone
Despising all her strength
Against all that I’ve done wrong
Numb my aching heart
I’ll never be brand new
Finding who I am
In the high that comes from you
I’m addicted to your smile
Withdrawals and frowns are me
Knocked down and I am vile
While you’re forever free
Needing you right here
Jonesing for a dose
Panic turns to fear
Longing for your ghost
Drugs down fail me now
For she’s forever gone 
Despising her strength
Against all that I’ve done wrong
Numb my aching heart
I’ll never be brand new
Finding who I am
In the high that comes from you
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Author: Jen Cousineau

Genre: Erotic Romance


Veronica’s life was right on track. Attending University of Wisconsin – Green Bay and trying to complete her final year, she had amazing friends, was happily in love with her best friend, and was just working to make all of her dreams come true.

One night changed her whole world. What was supposed to be a girl’s celebration for her friends twenty-first birthday, turned into the worst mistake of her life.

Veronica makes a deadly bet that destroys everything she loves.

Four years later, Veronica has a life-altering decision to make. Stay for all the loves of her past and hope for the best or plan an escape for the ultimate love of her future.

If she breaks her word and leaves, can she keep her loved ones safe? Can she survive if she fails?




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US $15

Canada $24

International $29

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Jen is a chap stick and coffee addict that lives in the Badger State with her husband James, and their twin daughters Kaylynn and Lilly. She loves to bow hunt, kickbox, and is a food junkie. She’s an obsessive reader with a secret passion for writing. Jens always been a strong believer that dreamers live happier lives and decided to show her girls that hard work and dedication can make your dreams come true no matter where you are in your life.
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NEW RELEASE + REVIEW: Fragile Truths (Shadows of Sin #1)

FRAGILE TRUTHS (Shadows of Sin #1)
Authors: D.H. Sidebottom & R.M. James
Genre: Dark Fictional Romance
Release Date: March 31, 2014
To live is to suffer; to survive is to find some meaning in the suffering. 
Friedrich Nietzsche.
The bitterness is consuming. It’s intensity slashes and claws at my insides, it’s hatred wrenching my soul as it curls and nurtures my need for revenge.
HIS torture only feeds my vice. I won’t let HIM break me, only strengthen me. The pain HE gives is welcomed, it’s rawness fuelling the loathing inside with each of HIS thrashes and tears on my pale skin, with every harsh truth HE breathes in my ear and with each of HIS crippling holds.
I have waited too long for this and I’ll never let the bastard win.
He will have to end me before I give in.
But now HE has a weapon against me. Something I swore throughout my life I would never let in;
Her strength astounds me. HE doesn’t seem to break her.
HIS relentless persecution and determination to bury her under his furious reign and brutality eats at my soul. It has found that dark place inside me, the pit of hell I had locked and secured away, and enriched it, demanded its flourish and ripened its ferocity. The family wrath.
She’ll never give in, and I pray every night as I guide her through the darkness that tomorrow will bring the light to her soul before it is consumed, finally, by the plague of HIM.

She blossoms under my torture, the soft suppleness of her skin ripping and tearing as though her soul is trying to break free from the agony.
I’ll allow it, because I can. Because I need her soul. I crave the sustenance it feeds my rage with, my thirst for cruelty quenched by the sounds of her desolate screams and my hunger for blood, nourished by the slow drip of her life force at my feet.
She thinks I won’t break her, so does he. They underestimate the blood that slithers through my veins. It’s the blood that tenures those around me.
The bloodthirsty.
The Shadows of Sin.
Review: 4 Stars
I’d like to start by saying I had an idea this story would be a wide ride before I started reading it, only because I’m familiar with DH Sidebottom’s work and her brand of intense storytelling.  With that being said, Fragile Truths not only exceeded my expectations but added a level of intensity and brutality I didn’t expect.
In this story, we follow Francesca, Tate and Jude through intermittent encounters that began at a young age until coming full circle in adulthood.  Francesca finds herself caught between a new found love, that brings about a self discovery she never expected, and a lifelong promise for revenge. 
As the story progressed I found myself admiring the heroine of this book so much more than any previous books I’ve read.  No matter what was thrown at her, her strength only grew that much more and all while discovering a love she never expected and would die for, if needed. Her devotion and love for her family and Tate are awe inspiring and she’s willing give up anything and everything.  
You’ll enjoy the passion between Tate and Frankie and you’ll cringe at the brutality they each endure for that love.
This is a great story and well worth the wait.

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About the Authors

Is the author of over 11 erotic/thriller books on the Amazon Kindle site, including the Heart of Stone series and Room 103 series.  The first book in the new Shadows of Sin Mafia series, Fragile Truths, written along with co-author R.M. James, has just been released.

Among other ventures, she also writes the narrative, dialogue and advertising monologues for HyperSloth, an indie games company and their current game, Dream.

She was raised in a loving family with one brother in Derbyshire, UK and grew up with a rowdy group of bikers who she considered her brothers as well as her friends, and who also made school life a whole lot easier.  She has a wild imagination that she says is never silent and on occasion, a mind that can from time to time scare the hell out of her.

Dawn is a single mum to three children, aged from 12 to 21, whom she regards as her ‘life support system’…along with coffee, and is awaiting the birth of her first grandchild.

She is an avid reader, enjoying a mixed genre from paranormal and erotica to horrors and biographies.  Her taste in music is very eclectic, ranging from The Goo Goo Dolls and OneRepublic to Hinder and Poison and she always generates a playlist for each book.

She is an eager supporter to all indie authors and helps advise, edit and beta for several upcoming writers; however her main love, apart from spending time with her children and writing, is enjoying her friends’ company and figuring out how to remain upright after several beers, which she has yet to fathom.

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R.M. James

R.M. James is so excited about having her writing dream come true. She lives in England with her husband and seven year old daughter. She has been married to the love of her life for 12 years and is mother to one of the most beautiful girls to ever live. Collaborating with D.H. Sidebottom has been so fun and exciting. Her favorite genres are erotica and young adult. Favorite authors consists of  Colleen Hoover, Jessica Sorensen, Pepper Winters, Jodi Ellen Malpas and K. Bromberg to name just a few. R.M.’s passion for reading and writing is shadowed only by her love for Starbucks and film. 

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