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New Release + $25 GC Giveaway: BAD BOY REDEMPTION (Rock Star Bad Boy #3) by Candy J. Starr

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Bad Boy Redemption by Candy J. Starr 
(Rock Star Bad Boy #3) 
Publication date: July 7th 2014
Genres: Contemporary, New Adult, Romance
Synopsis:

Life is sweet for Hannah and Jack. Finally, they are together and Jack’s band, Storm, have been signed to a major label after completing a successful tour.Then tragedy hits the band, sending Jack off the rails. Hannah wants him to make peace with the demons from his past but he refuses to face up to his issues. Meanwhile, Hannah has problems of her own when her father’s crimes are exposed, and are much worse than she’d ever expected.

Are they damned beyond repair or can their love redeem them?

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The cheers going up, the whooping and screaming, ear-drum blasting noise, wasn’t for the headlining band. It wasn’t even for the second support. That lung-fuelled anarchy, rocking the room to the very foundations was for my band – Storm. The guys I managed. Every single person in that huge, sold out venue cried out for one more song, one more moment, a chance to wring out the last drops of magic as though clinging to a lover in the morning light.

This was what fame felt like: rapturous, loud and hungry.

The guys had just done the last song of their set, the reverberations still ringing from the cymbals on Spud’s drum kit, when the tour promoter gestured for them to stay on stage. When you’re the opening band, the first ones up on stage, normally you get to play to a bunch of bored faces of the diehard fans there to mark their territory for the headliners. Most people are still circling around the car park. No one cares about the opening act.

But, since this tour started a few short weeks ago, Storm’s star had blasted through the skies. Through word of mouth and careful promotion, their fame had risen, not in a nice steady curve but exponentially.

As the band travelled from town to town, the number of punters waiting when the doors opened increased and the proportion of bodies in the crowd wearing Storm tee-shirts grew larger. Those people sang along with the guys, knowing all the words and even called out their favourites. Of course, there were no hit songs to scream out because Storm hadn’t even released a song as yet, just a few demo CDs they’d sold at their concerts and some songs available online for download. Angie had told me that the downloads had been going nuts. Not viral, but as close to viral as you can get without actually being viral, is what she said.

And we were about to hit the next level. Right after this gig finished, well maybe after some time for partying and unwinding, they hit the studio to record their first album, the ink still wet on the contract they’d signed.

Back when I’d found out the only asset I’d had in this world was a crappy management company with a few has-beens and a surly, disagreeable rock band on their roster, I’d never dreamed we’d get this far. I’d wanted to get rid of that company as quickly as possible and get some fast cash.

With all the buzz from this tour, the deal I’d struck for the guys had more zeroes than they’d ever thought they’d see and a lot more creative freedom. Those labels who’d not even answered my calls once had wooed me like a superstar. Taking me to dinners and cocktail parties just to put their offers forward. One of them had booked out suites at a fancy hotel for the guys for this final leg of the tour. Another had sent a crate of booze. And one had sent a massive bouquet of flowers.

“Knob jockeys,” Spud had said. “Flowers. Phhht. You can’t eat them, you can’t snort them and you can’t screw them. Who the hell would want some sissy flowers?”

That was Spud for you, though I could see his point for once.

I leaned on a crate at the side of the stage wishing I had Angie beside me. She’d been with me since the start of this adventure. I’d probably had been living in the gutter if it wasn’t for her – pushing me in the right direction and taking over all the promotion. But Angie and her mates were busy filming this gig. Her first fully professional job she’d been offered, because the Monkey Bride team had been so impressed with her efforts with filming at the beginning of the tour.

Jack Colt swaggered off stage. Jack, he never walked, he always swaggered. He’d been a god on stage. His voice had sent shivers through my body the whole night and his hips had moved in a way that made me glow with the knowledge that I’d be the one in his bed tonight. I felt sorry for every other woman in the crowd because they’d just be imagining that it was Jack Colt humping them while I had the real thing.

His sweat-soaked tee-shirt clung to his body, defining every bump of his body and, boy, did that man have some nice bumps. His hair stuck to his face where he’d thrown water over his head to cool himself down and his bottom lip pouted. He locked eye contact with me and my heart pounded louder than the screams of the crowd.

“What are you doing?” yelled the tour promoter. “Get back out there.”

“Hold on a moment,” Jack Colt snapped.

He swept me into his arms, crushing my body against his. His mouth hit mine and my body writhed as emotions swirled through me, lifting me up to my toes. I savoured his bourbon soaked lips. He kissed me hard as though searching for something that would give him the energy to go back on stage. He must have found it because he pulled away as quickly as he’d started. He ripped off his shirt and sprung back on stage. The roar of the crowd intensified.

“I’m going to have to watch these guys,” said a voice in my ear. I turned to see Bastian, the leader singer of Monkey Bride, standing beside me. “They’re going to steal the final night right out from under me.”

Behind him, the members of the second support glared at the stage with a mixture of envy and hatred. This extra stage time meant their set would be cut short. They’d had their chance on this tour but they’d not been able to step up to the plate. The adoration they thought they’d receive washed right over them and settled on Storm. Sure, they could keep working at it but every band has a moment where they can either prove they have the chops to move to the next level or settle for playing to a small group of regulars until they get too old and too tired to keep trying.

I laughed as the band began their encore song. At that moment, it did seem like Storm had the world at their feet. They were headed for the top and they were indestructible.

Jack and Hannah’s Road Trip Playlist

In the Bad Boy Rock Star series, Jack and Hannah spend a lot of time in the car together. It seems like every time they go out of town, drama happens. I see Jack as the kind of guy who still has a cassette tape player in his classic car, not wanting to upgrade it because it would ruin the look of the dashboard.

What do they listen to on their trips? I imagine a playlist with lots of classic rock like this one:

 Folsom Prison Blues – Johnny Cash

Because this needs to be on every road trip playlist ever.

I Wanna Be Sedated – The Ramones

Jack laughs at Hannah because she’s never heard of The Ramones and he’s the kind of guy who would make sure he plays it every time she’s in the car to rub that in.

Are You Lonesome Tonight? – Elvis Presley

This is a song I love to sing along and I can imagine Jack and Hannah doing the same.

Q&A

How would you describe the Bad Boy Rock Star?

It’s ultimately a love story but also a coming of age story for the main character, Hannah, who starts off as a princess but has to learn to deal with real world problems and struggles with money. She also has a lot to learn about people and how to deal with them. The bad boy, Jack, is also used to getting his own way and has demons of his own to deal with.

The relationship between them is definitely not going to be an easy one.

Which character in the Bad Boy Rock Star series are you most like?

Probably Angie. I am definitely a ‘tell it like is’ kind of person the same as she is although probably not as blathermouthy now that I’m older.

Who inspired you to be a writer?

I can’t think of one particular writer who inspired me. I seemed to be always writing even if it was only in my head. My sister really pushes me to get things out of my head and on paper though, which is a good thing.

What was your favorite book as a child?

I loved the Anne of Green Gables books and really wanted to be a red headed orphan living in some small Canadian town in the olden days.

What’s next?

I’ve started working on a new novel while Bad Boy Redemption is being edited. It’s going to be a standalone novel, not a series, but there might be other books in future with the same characters. It’s very different from the Bad Boy series – no rock stars for starters.

Anything else we should know about you?

The hardest scenes for me to write in the Bad Boy Rock Star series were the ones where they are eating all the Korean food. Every time I had to work on that scene, all I could think of was eating delicious foods and then I’d get so hungry, I’d need to take a break. I love Korean food, especially Korean BBQ.

AUTHOR BIO

Candy

Candy J. Starr used to be a band manager until she realised that the band she managed was so lacking in charisma that they actually sucked the charisma out of any room they played. “Screw you,” she said, leaving them to wallow in obscurity – totally forgetting that they owed her big bucks for video equipment hire.Candy has filmed and interviewed some big names in the rock business, and a lot of small ones. She’s seen the dirty little secrets that go on in the back rooms of band venues. She’s seen the ugly side of rock and the very pretty one.

But, of course, everything she writes is fiction.

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New Release ❤ Giveaway: CONTINENTAL LIFE (Continental Series Book 3) by Ella Dominguez

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Continental Life (Continuous Affair Series Book 3)
Genre: Adult, BDSM Romance
Publication Date: July 5, 2015

 

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Warning: Written for mature and open-minded individuals. Contains detailed graphic sexual encounters, including oral & anal sex, bondage and discipline, and menage. 

Having been only lovers, Bella and Xander must now become friends if their relationship is to endure the hardships of longevity. Before they can begin their new life together, they must also learn to accept each other for who they really are – in and out of the office and bedroom. 

For Bella, being the fiance of a busy CEO is difficult enough, but being a full-time medical student as well, is even more challenging as she tries to find the time for her man and her education. 

For Xander, living the life of a worldly CEO and being the fiancé of a hard-working medical student has its up and downs, too. But he’s no common CEO – he’s also a dominant and an instructor at a prestigious domestic discipline training center, something he’s finally forced to share with Bella, as well as all the feelings he had suppressed for so long.

Realizing that being a submissive to Mr. Pettifor 9-5 doesn’t compare to being his obedient partner 24/7, Bella thinks she has the perfect plan to strengthen their bond and to spend more time with her alpha male – to attend the school which Xander teaches at so that she learn exactly what he needs in a partner.

Submerged in the domestic discipline lifestyle, she’s forced to see the man she loves educating other women, something she wasn’t prepared for. Headstrong and tenacious, Bella refuses to quit even when she realizes she must be willing to be instructed by other men in order to achieve her goal of finishing the DD Program. But is she really ready for that? Xander doesn’t think so and he worries the training may harm rather than help their relationship.

As Bella and Xander struggle to find their way and make their unconventional relationship work, it seems everyone and everything is trying to come between them. And so their dance of push and pull begins as they both fight their way through their emotions and fear of the unknown.
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Wake Me When the Sun Goes Down
(Forged Bloodlines #1)
Lisa Olsen
 
 
It was ironic that this happened to me; I was never a night person at heart. So you can see right off the bat why a vampire was the very last thing I would have chosen to be.
 
Anja Evans wakes up in the morgue with a hell of a hangover. It takes almost eating her best friend before she figures out… she’s a vampire. When a dark and dangerous vampire shows up at her door asking to see her license and registration, Anja assumes Bishop is a regular cop. But breeding among vampires is strictly controlled, and her unlicensed status makes her an enemy of The Order. Struggling to find a balance between her former life and her undead one, Anja tries to blend school and living up to her new identity, all while searching to find the elusive Viking, whose blood gave Anja the strength of a vampire hundreds of years old.
 
 
A Hidden Fire 
(Elemental Mysteries #1)
by Elizabeth Hunter
 
 
“No secret stays hidden forever.”
 
A phone call from an old friend sets Dr. Giovanni Vecchio back on the path of a mystery he’d abandoned years before. He never expected a young librarian could hold the key to the search, nor could he have expected the danger she would attract. Now he and Beatrice De Novo will follow a twisted maze that leads from the archives of a university library, through the fires of Renaissance Florence, and toward a confrontation they never could have predicted.
 
A Hidden Fire is a paranormal mystery/romance for adult readers. It is the first book in the Elemental Mysteries Series.
 
 
Blood Ties
by Gina Whitney
 
 
College senior Grace is half witch, half mortal, and one of the most powerful supernatural beings in existence. Problem is she doesn’t know any of this yet.
 
But she’s about to find out—and fast. Her powers are awakening, and Grace is in danger as her transformation reignites an ages-old war between her clan and an evil rival witch faction that will stop at nothing to see Grace dead so their leader, the vicious, ruthless Catherine, can harness Grace’s incredible powers for her own dark purposes.
 
It’s up to Grace’s immortal Aunt Evelyn and her best friend Julie—a shape shifter from a long line of Native American mystics—to defend her. She also has James on her side, a witch from the Bolingbroke clan that has vowed since Grace’s birth to keep her safe. From the moment they meet, the two share a fierce supernatural attraction—a white-hot heat that neither can resist. Will their undying love protect her or put her in greater danger? Only time will tell, and time for Grace is running out.
 

 

 
Dominion 
(Dominion #1)
by S.E. Lund
 
 
I had no idea
what to expect the night I went in search of a translator for an 800-year old
French illuminated manuscript but it certainly wasn’t what I found — Michel
and Julien de Cernay: 800-year old identical twin vampire brothers – beautiful,
tempermental opposites, both wanting me for themselves. 
Michel — dark, brooding, control-freak, former
priest who broke his vows the night he was turned into a vampire. Julien —
impetuous, valiant, passionate, a brave knight who lost his life on a
battlefield when a vampire claimed him. 

Caught between the two brothers, I search for the
truth about my mother’s death, my birth, and the fight to prevent Dominion –
vampire rule over humans. My mother gave her life to keep me safe, but was
unable to protect herself. Now, I can’t escape this fate nor can I escape them
— even if I wanted to. 

This is my story.

 
 

Demon At My Door

 (Demon At My Door #1)
by Michelle A. Valentine 
 
 
Gothic outcast Natalie Sugarman bartered her soul for her dying mother’s life sixteen years ago to a boy demon that could stop time. Now, days before her twenty-first birthday, the lifelines on her palms are slowly vanishing, and she knows it’s just a matter of time before Satan’s little helper collects.
 
Natalie’s tried numerous times to kill the demon and regain control of her soul’s destiny, but she always falls short. When she decides to try and gain the element of surprise for her next attempt, Natalie seeks answers about his location from a freaky, glowing-eyed fortuneteller. Creeped out by the psychic’s methods, she bolts from the reading and misses the warning that the demon who stole her soul is always closer than she thinks.
 
After some strange incidents with her new boyfriend, including a hot, levitating sex session, she realizes he’s the grown-up version of her little nightmare and he’s returned to collect on their deal. Natalie must figure out how to win her soul back from the demon before her lifeline completely disappears and she becomes his forever—even if that means making a deal to damn three other souls to take her place.
 
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Broken Promises
by Belinda Boring 
 
 
All Bree wanted to do was spend her Friday night with the man she loved and adored. Planning to watch a movie together, she never would’ve believed leaving her home would result in her relationship with Quinn being tested beyond its limits. 
 
Unbeknownst to her, the Fae have been organizing to invade Earth, and their devious plans are culminating now, colliding with Bree’s very existence. Using a powerful glamour, the Fae trigger each person’s violent tendencies, turning the streets into a battleground and strangers against each other. 
 
In a crushing blow, Quinn becomes affected and Bree finds herself battling to save her lover from himself as he stalks her relentlessly, taunting her at every turn. In a game of cat and mouse, Quinn can’t decide whether he wants to seduce her or kill her, breaking her heart further with each encounter.
 
But fighting for her love isn’t her only worry. As the battle ensues, Bree discovers a startling truth about her own heritage that she must come to terms with. Determined to bring balance back, she teams up with others to drive the Fae back across the veil, only to find herself in way over her head. Bree has no other choice but to fight, leading her to a confrontation that will change her world forever – and threaten to leave her with broken promises.
 
 

Luca’s Magic Embrace

(Immortals of New Orleans #2)
by Kym Grosso
 

 

An erotic paranormal romance… 

 

Sexy vampire, Luca Macquarie doesn’t do love; especially not with humans. Yet, ever since he rescued Samantha Irving, he can’t deny the enigmatic attraction he’s developed for the alluring mortal woman. Concerned for her safety, he’s determined to bring Samantha back to her coven. His mission is to go find the novice witch and bring her home, nothing more, nothing less; falling for her is not supposed to be part of the plan. 
 
Samantha doesn’t want to be a witch, yet that’s exactly what she is. After failing to elicit her magic, she escapes to the mountains in an attempt to resume a semblance of her previous human life. When an arsonist torches her cabin, Samantha’s worst fears are realized. Aware that her life is on the line, she reluctantly agrees to return to New Orleans with Luca. 
 
In the Big Easy, Samantha and Luca embark on a spellbinding journey, searching for a mystical amulet that promises to release her obligation from an ancient, lethal vampire who’s been threatening her life. With cryptic clues and clandestine allies, will Luca and Samantha destroy the dangerous amulet before others acquire it, setting forth a chain of catastrophic consequences? And will Luca give into his erotic desire for the witch who magically captures heart?
 

 

 
 
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Singapore has stolen a piece of Ava Thompson.
 
It took one life shattering moment for her to realize her ex-boyfriend is not the man she believed him to be. Returning home to Los Angeles was never going to be easy for Ava, as her heart has been shattered to smithereens and she’s convinced it’ll never heal. Or, so she thought.
 
Enter Jasper White.
 
Unbeknown to Ava, he will change her life forever.
 
The attraction is instantaneous, which troubles Ava, who has sworn off men indefinitely. Yet, she is finding resisting Jasper—with his tousled bedroom hair and piercing cerulean eyes—harder than she ever imagined. That’s because Jasper knows what he wants … and he wants her.
 
Can Ava surrender to her feelings for the one man who compels her to love again? What happens if love isn’t enough?
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Our faces are inches apart and I’m still sitting submissively, too afraid to make the first move. Jasper rests his forehead against mine, inhaling softly. He slides his nose against mine, backwards and forwards, and I take a steady breath before I pass out.
“You smell like lilacs,” he whispers hoarsely, his mouth fluttering over my chin.
He unhurriedly moves to my neck, his nose gliding over my skin, inhaling my scent. I detonate as the tip of his tongue slowly sashays along my collarbone, but before I can demand more, his tongue retreats and he begins kissing my cheeks delicately. I wish in this moment I looked nicer or had on more makeup. But under his passionate gaze, I feel like a queen. His tranquil blue eyes take in my impassioned face and he rewards me with a dimpled smirk.
“You look so beautiful, looking at me with those big brown eyes,” he says, and a low moan escapes me as he passes his thumb softly along my bottom lip. I purr with desire and close my eyes involuntarily, because the scene playing out before me is too much.
“Open your eyes,” Jasper whispers. I oblige.
As I take in the man before me, I gasp at what I see. Jasper is sitting before me, inches away from my face, his eyes consumed in a blistering stare. As he slowly leans in to kiss me, I’m waiting with bated breath to feel his lips on mine.
 
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Monica James spent her youth devouring the works of Anne Rice, William Shakespeare and Emily Dickinson.
 
When she is not writing, Monica is busy running her own business, but she always finds a balance between the two. 
 
She enjoys writing honest, heartfelt and turbulent stories, hoping to leave an imprint on her readers, and her inspiration comes from every day life. She is an Amazon best selling author in the US, UK, Canada and Australia.
 
Monica James resides in Melbourne, Australia, with her wonderful family, and menagerie of animals.
 
She is slightly obsessed with cats, chucks and lip gloss, and secretly wishes she was a ninja on the weekends.
 
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Release Day Launch: ANCHOR LINE by Dawne Walters

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Anchor Line: A stable line attached to the aircraft to which you attach your static line to, before jumping out of the aircraft.

SSG Conrad Renner was your typical single Soldier. He was in line for promotion; his professional life was in line. He was the Platoon Sergeant that all of the young Soldiers wanted to learn from, an Airborne Jump Master with a bronze star on his jump wings for his combat jump into Iraq, with additional deployments to Afghanistan too. His service record and reputation were impeccable.

His personal life was a mix of women, strip clubs, and the shooting range where he shot his own arsenal of weapons. Conrad was a Dominant at the local underground Club Messosotto. He’d fill in as Dungeon Master when the ‘Messo’ needed him on weekends. He was the number one Dominant to teach Submissives.

Addie Marshall was the daughter of one of the favorite Post Command Sergeant Majors. Although, not everyone knew she worked in Personnel on Fort Bragg, there were some who did. After losing her boyfriend Charles to a training accident during an airborne jump, she swore she’d never date an airborne Soldier again.

SSG Renner had come into her office a few times before to update his records. This last time, he was more candid than he’d ever been before. So Addie turns his appointment into a battle of wits and snarky comments. Conrad wants to teach Addie to be his submissive. Through a deployment to Afghanistan and his move to Vicenza, Italy, Conrad gives Addie homework: to learn what she can about a D/s relationship before she comes to visit.

When things get to the wire, Addie wants the exclusivity that Conrad said he wasn’t sure he could give anyone, including her. He’s ready to jump but not sure if he can. Will Addie become his Anchor Line?

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Dawn was born into an Air Force family and lived in Europe for the majority of youth. In School, she excelled at Soccer the way the Europeans play. After graduation, she headed back to the US.

Her love of writing came about when she lived in Spain, where she started her first journal in the wonderful city of Grenada. Twenty journals and several countries later, Dawne still keeps a journal and jots down little things.

Her family retired in Albuquerque, NM, Dawne started college for journalism, and started writing for an internet based hockey magazine called “In the Crease” featuring the New Mexico Scorpions.

Still trying to find her nitch in life, Dawne joined the Army after much conversation with her brother who had signed up to go back in a few months before. With family supporting her decision to join the Army, Dawne went into the medical corps and has even deployed to Iraq.

Now medically retired, she works to assist the Soldiers at Fort Benning, Georgia and writes in her ‘off’ time.

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New Release: 2B OR NOT 2B? by Stephanie Witter

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Category: New Adult
Genre: Contemporary Romance
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London Reed is on the hunt for a place to live before the start of her second year in college. Either she is successful and can enjoy her student life without the pressure of her parents breathing down her neck, or she goes back home and clashes with her parents.

Because London doesn’t have a filter.

”You’re a weird one, aren’t you?”

She basically tells it as she sees it. So when she meets the hunky and scarred guy who lives in apartment 2B, the last apartment on her exhausting list, she’s sure to bring some crazy in his life.

But he’s determined to not take a girl for a roommate.

“I have nothing against you, but I don’t see this working for me.”

London doesn’t give up that easily and makes a deal with him. If she makes it for two months, she’s in for the whole year. If not, then she leaves to never contact him again.

Easy, right? Not so much.

“You should have told me that you wanted me to be all over you.”

When a guy and a girl live under the same roof, it’s bound to complicate things. Between banters, heady games of seduction, innuendos and insecurities revealed, the life in apartment 2B isn’t simple, and a few slips in their relationship doesn’t help the matter.

“You’re driving me completely nuts. That’s my fucking problem.”
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Stephanie Witter is a French dreamer. She started learning English at three, and fell in love with the language. Always with a book, or two close by, she started reading in English when she couldn’t wait any longer for Harry Potter to be translated in French. After a while, reading wasn’t enough. She soon started writing Young Adult and New Adult Contemporary novels filled with angst, love, hope, drama and a touch of fun. PATCH UP is her first New Adult Contemporary novel.

New Release: SIDE EFFECTS by Lisa Suzanne

 

 

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Author: Lisa Suzanne
Genre: Contemporary Romance
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She has been hurt. She has a past of lies, cheating, and pain. She has severe panic attacks when she’s in enclosed spaces, a side effect of a horrible accident caused by a man she thought she loved. Quinn Carpenter has a distinct type: bad boys with dark hair, dark eyes, and tattoos. Tyler, her friend with benefits, fits the bill perfectly. They have fun together and they both know that fun is where their relationship begins and ends.
Quinn’s life is exactly how she wants it until she meets Reed Porter, the typical pretty boy with blue eyes, blonde hair, and zero tattoos. He is the exact opposite of everything Quinn likes.
So why can’t she get the frustrating, preppy, blue-eyed Reed out of her head?
She isn’t interested in commitment. She doesn’t want a relationship. But Reed challenges her, he puts her in her place, and he makes her nervous. The confident Quinn is never nervous around men, so what is it about Reed that has her questioning everything? And what will be the side effects of attempting to juggle two men at the same time?
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New Release: UNCONTROLLABLE (An Undescribable Novel) by Shantel Tessier

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Slade thought that life would start to settle down now that Angel had agreed to be his wife.
Boy, was he ever wrong.

One by one things started to happen, and he did everything he could to protect Angel.
There was nothing he wouldn’t do for her.

But he could never have imagined that their lives were going to get so…Uncontrollable

Loyalty will be tested

Love will be tainted

Boundaries will be crossed

Hearts will be shattered

Lies will be told

Secrets will be revealed

Slade and Samantha’s story comes to an end. Will their love get them through what they never saw coming?

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**WARNING CONTAIN ADULT MATERIAL 18+ ONLY**

SAMANTHA

I walk calmly into the small airplane bathroom and lock the door. Leaning over the tiny hole that they call a sink, I try to readjust my boobs in my bra. Once the girls are pushed up, I pull my blue shirt down a bit. After I feel they are showing a little more, I lean back and start to run my hands through my long dark hair, trying to scrunch it at the roots. When it has some volume, I lick my lips and give myself a smile in the tiny mirror.

I can’t believe I’m about to do this!

I take a look around and frown when I realize this may not even be possible. What the hell am I thinking? Will Slade even be able to stand up in here?

I smile when I hear a faint knock on the door. Biting my lip, I open the door slowly to make sure it is the person that I want knocking on this door.

There stands the man I love, dressed in a tight white t-shirt showing off his wide chest and muscular arms. My eyes wander down his blue jeans and tennis shoes.

He gets my attention when he leans his tall frame against the open door as those baby blue eyes look down at me. “Excuse me, ma’am. Is there room for two in there?” Slade asks with a straight face.

Ma’am? “So proper,” I say with a smile.

His eyes bore into mine, and he leans his head down to whisper, “I assure you, Angel, there is nothing proper about the thoughts I’m having about you right now.” He reaches up and runs the pad of his finger over my cleavage, and I smile to myself for giving them a little air to breathe. “Bringing the big guns out to play, are you?” He smiles, knowing what I have been doing in here.

I laugh and grab a hold of his hand to pull him through the door.

“Shit!” he hisses when he hits his head on the door frame.

“Sorry,” I say through laughter. “I didn’t think this through very well.”

His strong arms grab a hold of mine, and he pushes me up against the now closed door. “It’ll work.” He reaches around me and locks it.

His lips slam down onto mine as he runs one of his hands up my back; the other still tightly gripping my hip.

I lift my hands up into his messy hair and grab a hold of him. I try to lift my leg around his hip but realize there’s not enough room. I bring my leg down but my heel gets caught in his jeans.

“Ow,” he whines, pulling back as I scrape it across his leg. “What the hell was that?” he asks trying to turn and see what nicked him.

“My heel. Are you okay?” I ask concerned.

He nods and then says, “Take them off.”

“Then we will just trip over them,” I argue shaking my head.

“Take them off.” He demands this time.

I roll my eyes, but do as he says, trying to kick them to the other side of the bathroom. “Happy now?” I ask looking up at him. Sometimes I hate how short I am compared to him. I’m five-foot-four, and he’s six-foot-two. My six inch heels usually help me out with that.

He gives me a cocky smile that reminds me why I told him to meet me in here in the first place.

I grab his clean shaven face and bring his lips back down to mine. I thrust my tongue into his mouth, letting him know that I’m ready for him to get this show on the road.

He pulls me away from the door and spins me around in the tight space, causing me to trip over my heels. We go falling into the counter and sink.

“Fuck,” he growls into my mouth as he hits his head again.

I pull back to speak, but he places his finger over my mouth. “Don’t even think about saying it,” he says, narrowing his eyes down at me.

I told you so! I should have just kept the damn things on. “Maybe we should stop, this may kill us,” I say only somewhat kidding.

He leans back into me and pulls my bottom lip into his mouth to nibble on it. “I would die one very happy man,” he mumbles as his hot, intoxicating, minty breath lands on my lips.

I let out a little giggle as I try to locate my heels on the floor with my foot so I can push them further away from us. The sound of them hitting plastic echoes in the small bathroom as I reach down to unzip my jeans.

He pulls his lips away from mine so he can look down at me, his face serious now. “But are you sure you want to do this?” he asks.

I frown. “This was my idea.”

He runs his hands up my back and grabs a handful of my hair at the base of my neck. My head jerks back as a whimper leaves my lips.

“I don’t want you to be injured, though.” His lips brush my neck, and I feel his teeth bite into the soft flesh as his hand tightens in my hair; his actions going against his words.

I groan. “I’m not afraid of a few bruises.” My words come out breathless as my heart pounds in my chest.

He pulls me away from the counter and spins us around, slamming my back against the small wall, and I feel it give a little from his force.

Hope the people on the other side can’t hear us.

“That’s one of the things I love about you,” he whispers in my ear.

“What’s that?” I lick my lips as I take in a deep breath. He lets go of my hair and moves his hands to work on the button and zipper of my jeans, which I had abandoned.

“That you are always up for whatever I want to do to you.” He jerks my jeans down over my hips along with my underwear, and I shake one leg out the best that I can. He then reaches for his own pants and releases his hard dick from behind his zipper. The sight of it has my mouth watering and my heart racing.

He slides a hand up my inner thigh and then slides a finger between my folds to open me up. “Always so fucking wet,” he growls in my ear.

I lean my head back and take a few deep breaths. “Please, baby.”

“I want to taste that soaked pussy so bad right now, but I don’t think there’s enough room in here for you to wrap your legs around my head.”

His words come out as a growl, as if he just wants to slam me to the ground and bury his head between my legs. God, how I want that too.

I whimper as I feel my legs get weak. I look up and take in the white ceiling that is only inches away from me. This very small bathroom gives us little room. Hell, I can reach both arms out and almost touch the door and the opposite wall. Slade barely has enough room to stand up straight let alone lay me down and spread my legs.

I shake my head. “Yeah that is not a possibility.”

He slides a finger into me, and I moan. He adds a second finger, and I lean my head back again, breathing heavy. He pulls them out all of a sudden, and I open my eyes as he slips his fingers into his mouth. I bite my lower lip as his eyes darken, and he lets out a moan of pleasure himself.

His baby blue eyes lock on mine as he very slowly tastes me. My breath comes quicker as I imagine his lips and tongue being on my most sensitive spot.

They pop out of his mouth, and he gives me a smirk that tells me he knows exactly what I’m thinking about.

“Later,” he promises softly.

Then his hand is back between my legs, and I stand sluggish against the wall. His fingers are rough and demanding this time, making me even wetter. “What…What are you doing?” I stutter.

“Shh.” He leans down and nibbles on my ear as his fingers work in and out of me at a fast pace.

“I need…I need more.” I take in a deep breath trying to find my control.

He gives a little chuckle at how desperate I sound. “What do you need, Angel? Do you need my cock inside of you? Do you need me to fuck you?” His voice is rough as his fingers continue to tease me.

“Yes.”

“Say it,” he demands in that tone that has wetness pouring between my legs. The tone that tells me he is in charge, and I’m just along for the ride.

And what a ride it is.

“Tell me what I already know, baby.” The rasp in his voice has my fingernails digging into the sides of his shirt. “Tell me that you need it to be my cock inside of your sweet pussy.” His thumb slides over my clit, and it has me hitching in a breath.

“I need you to fuck me, Slade.” I pull him closer to me, needing his body pressing into mine. “Please,” I beg. “Your cock…”

He doesn’t make me wait any longer as he takes himself in one hand and lifts one of my legs with the other. With our new position I’m able to prop my foot up on the sink that sits directly behind him.

He glides himself inside of me, and I suck in a ragged breath as he stretches me fully.

“Fuck, Angel.” He holds onto me tightly as he starts working in and out of me.

My back pushes against the uncomfortable wall, and my legs stretch, as he stands up straighter.

The small bathroom fills with the sounds of my ragged breathing and his soft grunts.

It doesn’t take long for the sensation start to build. His lips on my neck, chest, and lips along with his deep and hard thrusts. I tighten myself around him.

“Slade,” I pant. “Oh, God…” My voice rises.

His hand on my thigh grips me tighter, and he pushes his broad shoulders and hard chest into me, holding me securely against the wall. His free hand comes up and covers my mouth to quiet my cries, but it just excites me more. He kisses down my neck and bites down on my collarbone. My body starts to shake as I scream as loud as I can into his hand, trying to breathe through my nose.

His hand pushes my head into the wall, trying to silence my cries that I can’t seem to control. He picks up his pace as he fucks me without any tenderness, just raw need.

I reach up and grab a handful of his slick hair and hold on tight.

He pulls his head back and bites the bottom of his lip right before I feel his body stiffen and his dick pulse inside of me. Once he fills me, he lays his head down on my shoulder and breathes heavily for a few seconds. He gives me a soft kiss on the forehead and then pulls away as he removes his hand from my mouth. He leans down and softly kisses my lips.

“Are you okay?” he breathes into my mouth.

I nod my head trying to catch my breath. My chest rising and falling quickly against his, my breast now covered in a thin layer of sweat.

“I’m sorry,” he says running the pad of his thumb over my bottom lip.

“It’s okay,” I admit quietly, and he arches one dark eyebrow.

“You liked it.” It wasn’t a question, and I feel my cheeks heat up.

He runs his knuckles down the side of my face.

“I did,” I admit somewhat nervously, “but it’s probably a good thing you did that.”

He smiles. “I’ll remember that for later.”

My heart starts to beat faster, if that is even possible.

“I’ve been wanting to try some new things anyways,” he muses.

“New things?” I can’t hide the excitement in my voice. My reaction causes him to chuckle. “I would say joining the mile high club is very new for us,” I add.

“I agree.” He runs his thumb over my bottom lip. “And although I love to hear the sound of your voice when I fuck you, I did not want anyone on this plane to hear my fiancée come today.”

I smile up at him. I can’t believe we are going to get married. I’m going to be Mrs. Slade Long. God, that sounds so good to say.

I lift my left hand and look at the pink rock on my finger. I can’t believe it was just last night that we got engaged.

 

“Slade, it’s beautiful.” And huge. The diamond alone must be three carats.

“I want to tell you about it.” He picks up my hand, running his thumb over it.

“The night your mom and I spoke, she gave me her and your dad’s wedding bands.” What? That’s why I couldn’t find them? He had them the entire time?

“I wanted you to have something from them but at the same time something special just for you. So, I came up with a design, and Josh took care of the rest. I had your mother’s band melted down.”

I go to speak but he holds up a finger. “Let me explain why I did that.”

I nod, feeling somewhat conflicted.

“Your mom’s band was a small silver band with sixteen diamonds in it. I had it melted down and the diamonds removed. Those are the diamonds here.” He points to the diamonds that circle the big square pink diamond that sits in the middle. “I wanted to give you a platinum band to go with your necklace and watch. I chose the main diamond as a baby pink one because that’s your favorite color. And I did the princess cut…” He takes a deep breath as his baby blues eyes look up into mine. “Because your mom said that was what your dad always called you; his princess.”

I feel a tear run down my cheek.

“I wanted to make you something special because you are special to me, Angel. I also wanted you to always have a piece of me, your mother, and your father with you. No matter where you are or what you’re doing, they will always be with you, Angel. Right here.” He runs his thumb over the ring again.

 

“Having second thoughts already?” Slade asks getting my attention.

I shake my head and then look back up to him. “Just remembering how much thought you put into it.” I smile trying to get him to smile as well. He looks so serious. His square jaw looks tense, and his baby blue eyes are boring into me.

“I love it. Thank you for wanting to give me something so special.” I wrap my arms around his neck.

His intense face softens, and his lips turn up at the corners. “You’ve already thanked me, Angel; you’re giving me forever.” He unwraps my arms from around his neck and takes my ring finger in his hand. He runs his fingers over the band. “This is my promise that you will have my heart forever.”

I feel my chest swell as he once more pledges his love to me. It doesn’t matter that we are in an airplane bathroom that now smells like sex or the fact that I’m somewhat naked. I almost laugh at that thought.

“I love you.” I lean up and kiss him.

“I love you too.” He pulls away. “Come on, let’s get out of this cramped bathroom.” He looks around and frowns. “Good thing we’re not claustrophobic,” he mumbles to himself.

We walk out of the bathroom together five minutes later. It was a struggle to get both of us cleaned up; having to place my jeans and high heels back on was a sight to see. I managed to cut my arm on something sharp. Who knew it could be hazardous.

I lead us back to our seats while I keep my head down trying to avoid the looks from the other passengers. Slade places his hand on my lower back to push me along. He must know what they are thinking. So, those were the two we heard joining the mile high club.

Trust me, by the way some of the women are eye-fucking Slade, I’m pretty sure they wish he would have joined it with them.

Once we make our way to the other end of the plane, I squeeze into the window seat and Slade sits down beside me.

“What have you two been doing?” Josh asks as he turns around looking over the back of his seat to stare down at us.

“Nothing,” I answer sweetly.

He looks from me to Slade a few times and then a big smile spreads across his face. “That hickey on your neck says otherwise.” He nods his head down to me making a few pieces of his long shaggy brown hair fall in his face covering his blue eyes.

Courtney reaches up and pulls him down into his seat by the collar of his shirt. I laugh as I hear him choking from her action. “What?” I hear him ask, but she gives him no response.

Slade slides his hand across my face and into my hair. He pulls my face over to him, and he brings his lips to mine.

“You gave me a hickey?” I lift an eyebrow. He’s left them before just not where others can see them.

He smirks, and I can almost read his mind. He’s thinking ‘Fuck yeah I did. What are you going to do about it?’

“Oh yeah, it’s huge,” Josh says before we hear Courtney reach over and smack his arm. “Ow,” he whines.

“I couldn’t help it. You just taste so good.” Slade tightens his hand in my hair, and I take in a deep breath.

“Go back to the bathroom,” Josh calls out.

Courtney pops her head up over her seat giving us a death glare. “I can’t keep his ass quiet if you guys keep fueling the fire,” she states before she turns back around.

I giggle as Slade laughs out loud.

He then leans back into me, placing his lips next to my ear so only I can hear him. “Just so you know, when we get home my tongue is going to take care of you.” He pulls back and his eyes drop to my lap. I squeeze my legs tightly thinking of just what that promise means.

“And I’ll do something for you.” I lick my lips.

He shakes his head with a smile on his face. “I have a hard enough time not coming when your hands and mouth are on me.” He leans over to whisper in my ear. “I’m going to tie you to our bed and do naughty things to you,” he says in his deep demanding tone. “I’ll tease you.” He glides his hand up my leg before it dips between my tight thighs. “I’ll have you begging for me to take you.” He nibbles on my earlobe, and I close my eyes as I shiver. “You’re going to be so fucking wet by the time I fuck you, you’ll be begging for a release.”

“I love to beg,” I say in a dreamy state with a smile on my face.

“Not as much as I love to hear it.” He pulls back and sits back in his chair cool as a cucumber. Meanwhile I’m sitting in my seat trying to contain the images that he just painted for me. His mouth between my legs while my hands are restrained. That alone has my heart beating fast and an ache building between my legs.

“Sam?” I hear someone say my name bursting my little bubble.

I lean forward and look over to the other side of the aisle. “Did you say something?” I ask Holly.

“Yes.” She leans forward as she puts her arm across Micah’s chest pushing him back into his seat as he lets out a puff of air. “I said…now we have two weddings to plan. It’s going to be so much fun.” She bounces up and down making me laugh.

“Hopefully it doesn’t stress you out as much as it has Holly,” Micah says as he pushes her arm off of his chest with a frown.

I shake my head. “No. I want…”

Before I can say that I want a small and simple wedding, Slade interrupts me. “It’s going to be huge,” he says excitingly as he spreads his arms wide in front of us.

I turn my head to stare at the man who surprises me more and more every day.

“Whatever you want Angel, it’s yours.” He pats my knee. “You want crystal chandeliers, you got ‘em, you want champagne fountains, consider it done. Chocolate fountains or even ice sculptures of fucking penguins.” He lets out a laugh. “Whatever you want,” he repeats. “Consider it done.”

The big smile on his face as his baby blue eyes look into mine have me smiling like an idiot.

Who knew the infamous Slade Long would be so excited to plan his wedding. “Thanks, baby.”

“We can start planning as soon as we get back,” Holly says excitedly.

“I’m not in a rush.” I shrug. “We need to concentrate on yours first.”

Her eyes get wide, and she takes in a deep breath. “We can have a double bachelorette – bachelor party in Vegas.” She claps her hands; her excitement growing more than I thought was possible.

I look up at Slade. I’m fine with that. That sounds fun to me.

Micah beats us to it. “I think that’s a great idea,” he says, nodding his head over at us, looking just as excited as Holly over the idea.

“Sure,” Slade agrees with a shrug of his shoulders.

“Then it’s settled.” Holly bounces up and down once more. “All we need now is for Courtney and Josh to get married.”

I hear Courtney coughing like she just swallowed her tongue causing me to give a little laugh. Then Josh peeks his head over the seat and winks at us. I shake my head as Slade pulls me into his side.

“I think Tate needs to get married after Slade and Sam,” Courtney adds.

We all look over to Tate sitting in the row in front of Holly and Micah. He has his head down and is messing with his phone, which the flight attendant has already twice gotten onto him about.

I release a sigh as I sit back into Slade’s side. I don’t think Tate has any intention of settling down, ever. He once told me at Larry’s that not everyone is looking for love. I’m pretty sure that was his way of saying he just wants to fuck around with women.

I look over to Slade as him and Micah talk about the upcoming work week and their father hiring a new guy up at the firm. There was a time Slade didn’t want to be in love. He didn’t even care to know their names let alone see them again. No strings attached was his motto. I have faith that Tate will one day find someone he can’t live without. I just hope that when that day comes, she doesn’t break his heart.

“I love you.” I interrupt their conversation and look up at Slade.

He pauses midsentence and looks down at me. “I love you too, Angel.” He gives me a warm smile as his baby blue eyes stare into mine. Then turns his attention back to Micah, picking up where he left off.

I lay my head on his shoulder and close my eyes. I’m going to take a nap while I’m in his arms. Come tomorrow, he will be back to work at the firm, and I will be back to work at the bank.

**

“Thanks again for the wonderful trip,” I say standing in the middle of the St. Louis airport hugging Vivian as the guys grab the luggage.

She shakes her head, which tosses her long blond hair around as she sniffs.

“Are you alright?” I ask with a frown.

She nods her head quickly. “I’m just so happy. Both of my boys have found love.” She smiles and claps her hands together.

I smile back at her. She has been emotional since Slade proposed last night. After his proposal we all drank champagne and hung out in our room until about three in the morning. I had laid down and passed out from exhaustion after everyone left. The time change was still kicking my butt. Not long after I fell asleep, Slade had woke me up. He said he needed to make love to me. It was sweet but had given me an uneasy feeling.

“What’s wrong?” I ask sleepily running my hands through his damp hair. His naked body lying on top of mine, pinning me down into the mattress.

“I just need you right now. I need to show you how much I love you,” he whispers into my neck.

I inhale his clean scent from his soap and smile.

“Tell me,” he says, sounding desperate. “Tell me you need me.”

“I need you,” I say without hesitation. “I love you,” I add. Even though it’s the truth, I feel like he still needs to hear the words.

“Promise me you’ll never leave me.” He reaches up and pulls my hands away from his hair. Intertwining his fingers through mine, he holds them down beside my head.

“I’ll never leave you,” I say trying not to show the concern on my face or in my voice.

He pushes my hands up the bed and places them in one hand. His free hand cups my face. My eyes roam his face, and I can see the frown on his lips and the fear in his eyes. What he fears I have no clue.

“I’ll always protect you, Angel,” he promises. “With my life, I will protect you.”

I start to ask him what he means by that, but he doesn’t give me the opportunity. His other hand releases my wrists, and before I know it, he enters me and slowly makes love to me as if I’m something to be cherished.

My concerns fade as he shows me just how soft he can be.

I don’t know what could have happened in such a short time from when everyone left our room to when he woke me up. I wanted to question him this morning but when I woke up to our alarm, I realized that I had already pressed snooze twice. So, needless to say, we were already running behind and I did not have a chance to ask him what happened to make him second-guess my feelings toward him. I did not want to miss our plane.

“Vivian,” Mark says softly coming up behind her and pulling me out of my memories.

“Oh I know. I know.” She fans her face with her hand to help dry her happy tears. She smiles at me, brushing her long blond hair off of her shoulders. “I’m just emotional.” She takes both of my hands again, squeezing. “Can you imagine what I’ll be like at the weddings?” she asks, laughing at herself. “It’s a mother’s dream.” She looks up to the ceiling as she sighs dramatically. “I can’t wait to go dress shopping and help you choose a cake, bridesmaid’s dresses, and a bridal bouquet.”

She tightens her hands on mine, and I look down at the pink princess cut diamond that sits on my ring finger.

I feel sadness that my mother won’t be here to help me plan my wedding. Or that my father won’t be able to walk me down the aisle. They both died way too soon. They should have had the chance to see their only daughter get married, to know that I found my one true love.

“Did I say something wrong, dear?” she asks, getting my attention.

I look up at her, pulling myself together. “No, I’m great.” I give her a reassuring smile.

“You girls should come over tomorrow after you get off of work. We can go over everything and start planning these weddings. After all of the hours we have already spent planning Holly’s wedding, not much has been settled yet. Only the few things that her mother has chosen for her,” she says with a frown. Holly’s mother seems to be getting on everyone’s nerves.

“You don’t have to do that. I already told Holly that we need to focus on hers and Micah’s first,” I inform her.

“Oh no,” she chimes. “I can multitask.” She smiles at me.

I just nod my head, because I don’t want to put a damper on her plans. “Thank you.”

I turn around looking for Slade when I see him over by our luggage talking to Tate. They look to be in deep conversation. Slade has his arms crossed over his chest and his legs are spread wide, giving off a threatening stance. Whereas Tate has his hands in his front pockets of his worn looking blue jeans, as his chain hangs from his back to front pocket. He’s leaning up against the luggage belt with one black boot crossed over the other. He looks to be bored as hell as Slade continues to go on and on about something.

“I don’t want to go back to work tomorrow,” Courtney says, coming up behind me. I turn to face her.

“Me either,” I sigh.

“Then quit.”

“I can’t do that,” I respond.

She places an arm over my shoulder. “Why? It’s not because of money.”

I shake my head. “No. Money doesn’t have anything to do with it.” I just need to keep myself busy, although I hate my job at the bank; it’s so boring. It is still my job, and I won’t quit.

Courtney pulls her arm off of my shoulders and turns to face me. “There are other places you can work, Sis.”

“I know.” But until I decide what I want to do with my life, I will continue to work at the bank.

“Your mother left you that money…” She trails off when I narrow my eyes on her and throws her hands up in the air. “You could use that money and start your own business like she always wanted you two to do together,” she finishes.

I place my hands on my hips. I quit thinking of that business the day I left after my high school graduation. “That dream died a long time ago, Court.” It comes out more hateful than I meant it to.

She lets out a breath. “She would want you to be happy.”

I look her in the eyes as I play with my engagement ring on my finger. “I am happy.”

She looks as if she wants to say something, but she just hangs her head and turns to walk away.

“Ready to go home, Angel?” Slade wraps an arm around me, distracting me from the conversation.

I look up at him, and he gives me a small smile, but I can tell from his stiff body that he’s fuming about something.

I offer him a smile in return. “Yes.”

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New Release: THIRD DATE by Kylie Keene

THIRD DATE
Author: Kylie Keene
Genre: New Adult Contemporary; Romantic Comedy
Standalone Novel with an HEA and epilogue
SYNOPSIS:
At 23, Morgan is a little behind other women her age when it comes to dating and relationships. More specifically, she’s a virgin. Dating wasn’t a priority in high school and college, but now that Morgan has a job and her own apartment, she’s ready to jump back into the dating scene.
When Morgan’s friends at work inform her that most men expect sex on the third date, she panics. She’s convinced her lack of experience will be a total turn-off for guys and make for a really awkward third date. Her friends tell her to just do it with a random guy to get it over with, but Morgan isn’t sure that’s what she wants.
When she meets a guy she’s certain is her dream man, she’s ready to lose it on their third date. But doing so isn’t as easy as she thought. And then there’s the fact that she can’t get another guy out of her head.
Through a series of mishaps and misunderstandings, Morgan eventually finds herself at a place she wasn’t expecting, but the place she wanted to be all along.
PURCHASE LINKS:
EXCERPT:
I head down to the gift shop, hoping and praying it’s not full of people. Luckily, it’s empty because the lunch session is still going on in the main ballroom.
I search the shop for condoms but can’t find them anywhere. They have everything else; toothbrushes, combs, aspirin, shower caps, tampons, toothpaste.
The young woman working the cash register sees me searching the store like I’m on some type of scavenger hunt.
“Can I help you?” she asks.
The woman is in her twenties and has reddish-blond hair that hangs in loose waves several inches past her shoulders. She has huge breasts and is wearing a short black dress that shows off her long legs. I’m just guessing here, but I would say she’s probably not a virgin. Which means she’s likely found herself in need of condoms before and wouldn’t judge me for buying them at a hotel.
I go up to her and speak softly. “Do you sell condoms here?”
She looks surprised. I’m suddenly offended. Do I look like someone who would never need condoms? I’m no beauty queen but I’m not exactly ugly.
“We keep them back here.” She reaches under the register and opens a drawer. “How many do you need?”
How many do I need? How many does she think I need?
“Um, just one.”
She gives me a strange look. “They come in packs of three or more.”
“Oh, okay. Three is good.”
“Do you want ribbed, flavored, sensitive, extra sensitive, for her pleasure, glow in the dark?”
I had no idea there were so many different types of condoms. I’ve never actually shopped for condoms.
She continues. “For flavored we have cherry, citrus, grape—”
“No. Just plain. No flavors. No glow in the dark. No ribbing.”
“So do you want sensitive? Extra sensitive? For her—”
I hear people starting to leave the ballroom, coming out into the lobby.
“I don’t know. Just give me whatever. It doesn’t matter.”
“For her pleasure.” She holds the package up and smiles. “Why should guys have all the fun, right?” She punches something in the register. “Should I charge it to your room?”
I imagine myself giving the accounting department at work a copy of my hotel receipt with a charge for condoms on it. I’m sure it would just say ‘gift shop’ but with my luck, you never know.
“I’ll just pay with cash. How much is it?”
“With tax, it’s $10.59.”
“For three condoms?”
She shrugs. “The hotel jacks up the price. When people are desperate, they’ll pay anything.”
I search my wallet, which is full of ones for some reason. She notices and looks away. Great. Now she probably thinks I work at a strip club.
People from the conference are starting to linger and talk outside the gift shop. I count my money and find that I only have nine ones. That’s it. I hand her my credit card but she doesn’t take it.
“Sorry, but our machine is down. It’s cash only or I can charge it to your room.”
“I only have $9. I have to run to the ATM. I’ll be right back.” As I’m closing my wallet, my change spills out and goes all over the floor. I bend down to pick up the scattered pennies, nickels, and dimes.
“Let me help you with that.” I look up and see Brad picking up the change.
Shit! What is he doing here? Where did he come from?
“Thanks, but you don’t need to help,” I say, urging him to leave.
He picks up the last penny. “I think we got it all.”
We both stand up and he gives me the change.
“Are we still meeting for drinks tonight?” he asks.
Cashier girl is observing the scene and I feel her staring. I glance over and see her checking Brad out. I’m sure she can tell from my blushing face that he’s the reason I need the condoms. She smiles at me, as if reassuring me that Brad is worth the ridiculous price they charge for them.
“Yeah. I’ll see you then. I’ve gotta go.” I race out of the gift shop.
As I’m leaving, cashier girl calls after me. “What about your stuff? Are you coming back with your money?’
I ignore her and hurry back to my room. The whole scene was fate telling me not to do this. I’m not ready. Or Brad’s the wrong guy. Something’s wrong. Buying condoms should not be that hard!
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New Release: IRON CROSS (The Dartmouth Cobras) by Bianca Sommerland

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Too many penalties may leave the goal vulnerable without the IRON CROSS.

After overcoming a potentially career-ending concussion, Tyler Vanek, Dartmouth Cobras’ first line forward, couldn’t be happier with his life. Until his boyhood hero-worship for Raif Zovko, a newly acquired player, develops into more. His mistress, ‘Chicklet’ encourages him to explore his feelings, and with her enjoyment of toying with the powerful Dom, Tyler figures it might be fun.

Laura Tallent, a dedicated officer with the Halifax PD, and Chicklet’s first sub, is tired of Tyler’s fun disrupting the structure of her world. Devotion to her mistress kept her silent for two years, but a horrible case and more proof that Tyler is the worst sub in existence has her wondering how much better life would be if he was someone else’s problem. Someone like Raif.

Raif won’t deny the lust he feels for Tyler, but he refuses to play games with a young man who’s questioning his sexuality—he won’t be an experimental phase for an unruly submissive. But when Laura draws him into a plan to remove Tyler from her poly relationship with Chicklet, his protective instincts take over. He partners with Chicklet to protect Tyler and dig deeper into the reasons behind Laura’s scheming. Chicklet clearly loves her boy, she won’t let him go. And before long, Raif realizes neither can he.

Blindsided by the discord in her household, Chicklet struggles to fulfill her subs’ needs as their careers throw challenges at them all. Control is slipping from her hands, but with Raif by her side, she prays her relationships can be saved. Salvaging the future means rebuilding with a new foundation. But the only way to make the base solid is for them all to work together. And with all the secrecy and lies, she has no idea where to start.

Author’s Note: The Cobras series has a continuing arc about the franchise, players, and previous relationships. Some plots continue through the series and may involve more than the main ménage. The series is best read in order.

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Tyler inhaled to replace all the air he’d let out in the rush of words. Then he tugged at his bottom lip with his teeth. “And Raif… I don’t know how I feel about him. And I blame you guys.”

I blame us too,” Scott held up the bottle in cheers before tipping it to his lips. After he swallowed, he held the bottle with both hands and grinned at Tyler. “We’ve corrupted you. You see how good we’ve got it, just loving who we love, not giving a shit what anyone thinks.”

Luke rolled his eyes and bumped Tyler’s knee with his fist. “It’s the drunk voice of reason. Listen up.”

Tyler shook his head. “But that’s it. I’m not like you guys. I’ve never tried anything with a—never wanted to…” He groaned when Scott and Luke just stared at him, waiting. “He’s a boy!”

Raif’s a man, Tyler. And you’re a man. And you don’t think men should do stuff.” Luke sighed. “You don’t know what you’re missing.”

And the last person you should be starting with is Raif.” Scott’s tone grew bitter as he glared at the wall. “I don’t trust him.”

Me neither.” Luke’s lips twisted like he was thinking hard. “We started angel boy’s corruption. We should finish it.”

Ha! Like I can get any worse. Tyler hung his head, remembering how mad he’d made Chicklet. Well, maybe not mad. Disappointed. And not because he’d played after getting hurt, but because he’d made a decision and then acted like he couldn’t take two steps without her waving pom-poms at him.

Laura was Chicklet’s slave and she needed Chicklet taking away all her choices when she wasn’t at work. From the clothes she wore to what she ate. He and Chicklet had talked once about whether he needed something like that and the answer had been a great big “No.”

He didn’t want to be a slave and he wasn’t a kid. Maybe that’s what he could do to make Chicklet proud of him.

Prove it.

He looked at Scott, then shook his head. “Scott’s having enough trouble with Raif and Pearce. He can’t be finishing anything.”

I agree.” Luke’s eyes drifted shut and his lips slanted in a sleepy smile. “Guess I gotta do it.”

Might as well just go for it. Tyler wet his lips with his tongue and leaned over Luke. Took a deep breath and tried to hear Chicklet’s voice. But that was the problem, wasn’t it? He wouldn’t prove nothin’ by asking her what he should do, even if it was in his own damn head. She encouraged him to try new things. The way their relationship was set up, he had a green light for just about anything. So long as it didn’t change how he served her.

And this wouldn’t. This would just…just clear things up.

He moved so fast his lips slammed down on Luke’s. Hurt a bit. Then a lot more when Luke shoved him off and his back hit the pavement.

What the fuck, Tyler?” Luke’s tone was sharp. He slapped his hand on the center of Tyler’s chest before Tyler could sit up. Cocked his head as Tyler gaped up at him. A devious smile spread across his lips. “If you’re gonna kiss me, wanna make it less like a punch in the mouth?”

Uh…sorry?” Tyler couldn’t tell whether or not Luke was pissed about the kiss. He didn’t look it. Actually, he looked a little scary. Tyler swallowed. “But I did it and, umm, didn’t do anything for me. I don’t like dudes.”

That had both Scott and Luke laughing like freakin’ morons. He tried to push Luke off him. Dropped his head back and sighed heavily when Luke wouldn’t budge.

Luke raked his fingers into Tyler’s curls, bending down, his eyes hooded. “If I didn’t know one kiss would make you think you were in love with my man, I’d ask Seb to do this. Tomorrow, we’ll both agree we were drunk and did some stupid shit. We’re just friends, right?”

Right.” Tyler shivered, something about the way Luke held him, the way he spoke—if they were both wolves in a pack, Luke wouldn’t be the biggest or the strongest, but Tyler would be beneath him. And he could either bare his throat in submission or have it ripped out.

Relax, kid. I ain’t gonna hurt you.” Luke traced Tyler’s bottom lip with his tongue. The liquor on his breath made Tyler’s head spin. He opened his mouth to the kiss, shaking hard as Luke’s tongue touched his, not sure whether he wanted more but pretty damn sure he didn’t want to stop.

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Bianca Sommerland

Tell you about me? Hmm, well there’s not much to say. I love hockey and cars and my kids…not in that order of course! Lol! When I’m not writing—which isn’t often—I’m usually watching a game or a car show while working on promo. Going out with my kids is my only down time. I get to clear my head and forget everything.

As for when and why I first started writing, I guess I thought I’d get extra cookies if I was quiet for awhile—that’s how young I was. I used to bring my grandmother barely legible pages filled with tales of evil unicorns. She told me then that I would be a famous author.

I hope one day to prove her right.

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