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A new release and sneak peek with pre-order for MC romance fans!!

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A GIFT OF TIME is the HIGHLY ANTICIPATED conclusion to the NINE MINUTES trilogy where Grizz, Kit & Grunt’s gritty tale continues! You aren’t going to want to miss this!

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Nine Minutes #3
Genre: Mystery, Suspense, MC Romance
Release Date: July 19, 2016
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RECOMMENDED FOR READERS 18 AND OLDER DUE TO STRONG LANGUAGE, SEXUAL SITUATIONS AND VIOLENCE.

Book 3 of 3 in the Nine Minutes Trilogy. A Gift of Time is the third installment in the Nine Minutes Trilogy. It is not intended to be a stand­alone novel, but could be read as one. Still, I highly recommend that you read my first two novels, Nine Minutes and Out of Time, to be able to understand the background stories of the main characters. There are many twists and turns in both books that can best be connected if read consecutively.

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A new suspense from Chelle Bliss and Brenda Rothert coming July 26th

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Genre: Mystery, Suspense
Release Date: July 26, 2016
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After serving his country with distinction on the battlefield, there’s only one place left for Jude Titan to fight – Washington, DC. The people of the great state of Illinois welcomed home their hero, and it’s because of them that he’s running for Congress. #TrustTitan

But there’s a problem. His opponent, Reagan Preston, is a temptation he can’t afford.

Reagan Preston grew up in politics, groomed from an early age to carry on the family tradition. She’s in the biggest fight of her life against the golden boy, Jude Titan. It’s an uphill battle against one of the most eligible bachelors in Chicago, but she’s ready. With the backing of her family and friends, her campaign is a force to be reckoned with. #PurePreston

What starts out as a fight for the ages turns into an attraction so intense they’ll both risk ruin for it. #PoliticsIsFilthy #DirtyWork

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The conclusion to Latch and Abby’s story from LK Collins is coming soon. Check out this haunting trailer and #Giveaway inside

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Genre: Mystery, Thriller, Erotica
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I followed my heart and took the leap of a lifetime. Leaving everything I’ve ever known behind, diving into the abyss of love. That consuming, sacred, life-changing feeling that takes you captive. And you would do the same, if Latch looked into your eyes the way he did mine.
He blurred everything else out.
It didn’t matter where we were…I was all that mattered.
Now, as I’m slipping – fading – remembering what we shared, I find peace in the darkness, because I have no regrets.

Every motherf*cking rule I’ve lived my life by went out the window the moment I laid eyes on her. Abby instantly turned my world upside down.
And from the second she gave in to me, I was a changed man.
Never the same again.
How could I be?
She was my once in a lifetime.
And now that she’s gone, every part of me is broken, shattered from the inside out.
The connection we shared was so strong that the memories alone will never be enough.
Placing the cold, black steel to my temple, I am reassured knowing that this…is the only way…

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Excerpt and Preorder: REIGN (Sin City Outlaws #1) by MN Forgy… Every Villain has a story. Read Reign’s on Jan. 27th

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One bad biker. One gorgeous sheriff.

One intense biker romance.

Reign releases on January 27th!

 

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“You know what I think it is?”
“I don’t really care,” I state, but I am curious.
“You want me.” He says it so softly I barely hear him. Glancing in my mirror, he’s looking down, his face unreadable, his tone serious.
“Don’t flatter yourself,” I respond curtly, trying to stay resilient. I’ve seen the girls who are associated with his club; he’s a player and is telling me what I want to hear.
He grunts, a smile breaking across his face. “You’re telling me you didn’t like me kissing you the other night? That my hand up your shirt didn’t light a fire in those little panties of yours?” His tone is arrogant. My body responds, my nipples hardening, craving to have his rough touch one more time. Goddamn him, why can’t he shut up?
“I was drunk,” I defend, looking out the windshield.
The car goes quiet, and I’m thankful; his confrontation made me uncomfortable.
“Hey, Rookie?”
“Hmm?” I look in the rearview mirror to see his face. His mouth is parted, the corner of one lip curved slightly as he looks downward.
“How sore do you think you’ll be after I’m done fucking you?”

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As the president of the Sin City Outlaw Motorcycle Club, l fuck as hard as I ride and rarely go to bed alone.

The women are fast and the violence is intense.

I excel in both.

People either respect me or fear me. I’m not arrogant. It’s just the truth.

I was a king, reigning over Vegas without complication, until one gorgeous sheriff made everything fall apart.

When I saw her, I became a Neanderthal, wanting nothing more than to be between those legs.

I guess that’s where I went wrong, because my reality was shot to hell real fucking fast.

One kiss caused her to step over that blue line.

One night in her bed made me a traitor.

And now… we’re both screwed.

 

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M.N. Forgy was raised in Missouri where she still lives with her family. She’s a soccer mom by day and a saucy writer by night. M.N. Forgy started writing at a young age but never took it seriously until years later, as a stay-at-home mom, she opened her laptop and started writing again. As a role model for her children, she felt she couldn’t live with the “what if” anymore and finally took a chance on her character’s story. So, with her glass of wine in hand and a stray Barbie sharing her seat, she continues to create and please her fans.  Website | Facebook | Twitter | Goodreads | Amazon

New Mystery Suspense: BLINDSIGHT by Adriane Leigh [Check out this sexy excerpt]

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Sometimes a single touch is all it takes to spark a wildfire.

Erin Warner learned that the day she bumped into the dashing, tattooed stranger on a busy Chicago street corner. She’s captivated from the moment his mystifying green eyes find hers, and it isn’t long before she finds herself flying to exotic locales to assist him, the award-winning erotic photographer Hunter Ellis, on location. What she didn’t bargain for was the way he makes her blood bubble and churn with lust and thinly-veiled promises of unfathomable erotic pleasure with every click of his camera.

But there is more to Hunter than meets the eye, including the intricately etched tattoos decorating his body that disguise horrific scars from a past he refuses to revisit. As she peels away the layers, Erin realizes that what she thought was true, never really was at all, for both of them.

Now she can only hope that blind adoration for the dashing stranger didn’t sign her death warrant.

The first in a thrilling new erotic serial intended for mature audiences.

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“Anxious, Princess?” he hummed, leaning across my back, his teeth catching the zipper that ran down the back of my dress and pulling it down one inch at a time. With my breathing ragged, the dress fell to the floor in a whoosh of fabric and left me standing in a strapless bra and nothing else.

He ushered me across the length of the bench at the foot of his king bed. With my knees firmly seated on the cushion and ass in the air, I turned as he shrugged out of the tux jacket and unbuttoned the crisp dress shirt with quiet precision.

“Close your eyes,” he ordered, his eyes boring into mine, and I saw the switch then. The lowering of his tone, the heat that burned in his green irises. This was Hunter fucking. Hunter fucking was so much hotter than Hunter shooting, and Hunter behind a camera made my stomach swim.

I closed my eyes and turned away from him.

I waited, my breaths slow and measured as the goosebumps raced across my skin. I waited and I fucking waited, every nerve in my body on edge, aware of every shift he made, until finally his fingertips traced the curve of my ass, before both hands wrapped around my wrists and I felt the rough fibers of a rope slipping against my skin.

“Wait.” I choked and pushed back, waves of anxiety and guilt replacing arousal. As if he hadn’t heard, he continued to wrap the long length of rope around my wrists and up my forearms before he slipped the rope around one tall mahogany bed post.

My stomach curled and flipped, my arms instinctively pulling back, resisting the control he wanted. “Hunter, wait.” Words burned on my lips like fiery cinnamon drops.

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“What?” he growled and his eyes darted to catch mine.

“There’s something I have to tell you.” I dreaded the words that hung on my lips. It was the wrong place, the wrong time, but I couldn’t take it any longer.

“You don’t have to tell me anything.” He tightened the rope with a swift tug and then his palms were back to running the lengths of my arms and down my torso, my hips twisting as my thighs grew slick.

“There are things you don’t know—”

 

“I know more than you think I do, and I don’t want to talk about it right now.” Giant palms jerked my ass against his thick erection beneath the fine fabric of his dress pants. I wiggled and sighed, wanting desperately to get lost in this moment with him, but the guilt had been weighing me down, loading my feet with lead blocks that left me stumbling and moving much too slowly for my own good.

“I’m—”

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“Shut your mouth, Princess.” The fingers of one hand dug into the flesh of my ass cheek, while a thumb on his other pushed past my lips and into my mouth, forcing me to bite down. “Don’t act so disappointed — I have you right where you like to be.” He leaned across my back, his crisp shirt rough against my cool skin as my arms stretched to hold the pressure of his heavy body. “Without control,” he growled and tightened his hold in my mouth, forcing my head to turn and catch his stare. “I don’t want another word from you until I say so.” His eyes flashed with warning. My pussy clenched and my thighs shifted. He was right, this is exactly where I wanted to be. With him I felt protected in a way I never had. My feelings were barricaded by his imposing voice and giant body. Twisted up in his bonds and helpless, I was finally safe.

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Adriane Leigh was born and raised in a snowbank in Michigan’s Upper Peninsula and now lives among the sand dunes of the Lake Michigan lakeshore.

She graduated with a Literature degree but never particularly enjoyed reading Shakespeare or Chaucer.

She is married to a tall, dark, and handsome guy, and plays mama to two sweet baby girls. She is a voracious reader and wishes she had more time to knit scarves to keep her warm during the arctic Michigan winters.

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New Suspense & #Giveaway: BENEATH THESE SCARS by Meghan March

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Beneath These Scars by Meghan March

Date of Publication: September 22, 2015

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I’m the guy you love to hate.

In every story in my life, I seem to end up playing the villain—and I’ve got the scars to prove it.

That role works fine for me, because I’m sure as hell not anyone’s hero. I run my life and my empire with an iron fist—until she knocks my tightly controlled world off its axis.

She’s nobody’s damsel in distress, but I can’t help but want to save her anyway.

I guess we’re about to find out if there’s a hero buried … beneath these scars.

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SWEAT DRIPPED INTO MY EYES as I bounced on the balls of my feet. Someone had to be calling out how much time was left in this round soon. My pride was on the line, and there was no way I would hand it over to Con Leahy. He’d already gotten the girl, and I wasn’t about to let him humiliate me in the ring in this piece-of-shit New Orleans gym too.

My muscles burned, but that was nothing compared to the heat of victory—or the sting of defeat. What had started out as a boxing lesson had quickly transformed into an all-out brawl for dominance and respect.

Only you would pay a million dollars to get your ass kicked, Titan. The voice in my head mocked me as I bobbed and weaved. But I hadn’t paid a million to get my ass kicked. I’d done it because that night at the charity auction I’d been drunk, pissed off, and determined to prove a point—he might’ve gotten the girl, but I was still the one with the power. I got a sick sense of satisfaction that every time Con bought something for his gym and these kids, he had to think of me.

I swung with another right hook. The blow connected with Con’s jaw and snapped his head to the side.

Yeah. That’s right. But my mental cheer came a moment too soon, and pain exploded in my left side.

Shit, that’s going to hurt tomorrow.

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I stumbled back but threw myself forward again, shooting out my fist with an uppercut that knocked Con back a step. This was how it had gone for the last several minutes—trading punches and circling each other.

There was no love lost in this ring, that was for damn sure, and I was ready for this to be over. I would walk out of here with every bit of the respect I was owed. Fuck anyone who thought otherwise.

Con moved toward me and the circling started again. The cheers and chants from the crowd surrounding the ring in the old warehouse gym seemed to grow every time I glanced beyond the ropes. A flash of blond hair caught my eye as I stepped left and Con shifted to the right.

Vanessa.

She threw her head back and laughed at something said by her redheaded friend, Elle. I turned my attention back to the man in front of me, but my focus wandered again when a huskier, sexier laugh echoed through the room.

My eyes strayed from Con for a second too long as I tried to track down the source of the laughter. Pain burst through my jaw, catching me by surprise, and I stumbled back into the ropes. Using their momentum, I shoved off to the side, my pride stinging from my momentary lapse in concentration. Embarrassed and now thoroughly pissed off, I surged forward and attacked.

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One punch. That was all I landed before the bell rang, signaling the end of the round and my very expensive “lesson.”

I pushed off Con, and my knee might have slipped as I stepped back . . . and caught him directly in the balls. It was probably an accident. I huffed out a chuckle, but Con didn’t share my humor.

“Goddamn it!” he roared. “Are you fucking serious?”

It was like stabbing a bull with a matador’s sword, but I was ready for him. I jumped out of the way as Con charged, and shifted into a defensive stance when he swung.

“Should’ve expected a cheap shot from you, motherfucker.” Unrestrained anger flashed over his face as every shred of coaching mentality fled, along with that smug superiority he’d been giving me.

Good. You aren’t better than me, Leahy. I could buy and sell you a hundred times over.

He might’ve gotten the girl, but I wasn’t going to let him get away with her clean. I wanted blood.

“Should’ve expected you to strut around this ring like a fucking cock of the walk,” I shot back.

Con feinted and swung again, but I’d been studying his movements. I bobbed and weaved, and got the hell out of the way.

I threw my own punch as soon as I had a clean shot. It landed just below Con’s left eye, splitting the skin over his cheekbone and sending blood spattering everywhere.

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The taste of victory was sweet. “First blood,” I said under my breath.

Apparently my words weren’t quiet enough because Con’s head snapped up and he glared at me with disgust, as if I needed to be put down like a rabid animal. “This ain’t a fuckin’ duel, you piece of shit.”

“It sure isn’t a friendly competition either.”

“Paid a million to get that cheap shot in, didn’t you?”

My lips twisted into a mocking smile. “I sure didn’t pay a million to have you show me up.”

Con dropped his hands and shook his head. “Just when I thought you weren’t a complete fucking asshole.”

“You were wrong,” I replied, turning for the ropes.

Con’s fists lifted and before I could react, one connected with my cheekbone. The instantaneous gush of blood told me I’d have a scar to match his, but it didn’t matter. One more scar wouldn’t hurt my banged-up face.

I roared as I charged, but I didn’t get the chance to retaliate. Shouts filled the room, and beefy arms wrapped around my body, holding me back.

“You’re not half bad when you’re not being a shady rich prick,” Lord’s voice said in my ear.

I lunged toward Con, but Lord’s grip only tightened. “Get your goddamn hands off me,” I growled at him.

Leaning closer to my ear, he lowered his voice. “When you calm the hell down and realize you’re making an ass of yourself in front of a bunch of kids and women.”

I glanced out to the crowd and read disgust on so many faces, including Vanessa’s. Like it mattered what a single goddamn person in this gym thought of me. I could buy and sell them all.

Lord was still holding me back when Con came toward us. He yanked his gloves off and wiped at the blood still dripping from the gash on his face.

“You’re also not half bad when you’re paying attention—and when you’re not throwing a knee into my nuts. But I think you’ve overstayed your welcome.”

I jerked at the arms trapping me. “Call off your dog, and I’m gone.”

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“You ever want another round, it’s gonna cost you two million next time,” Con said.

“For another chance to make you bleed? I’d pay even more.”

Con nodded to his brother, and Lord let me go. The crowd had already started to disperse. The only person in the building who probably didn’t want to run me down in the parking lot was my COO, and arguably my friend, Ryder Colson. And he was nowhere to be seen.

Instead of Colson, I saw a group of women moving toward the door—Vanessa Frost in her white cotton dress, Elle Snyder in her yellow retro number, and two others I didn’t know. One looked familiar with tanned skin the color of honey, her hair in dark waves, and a curvy body displayed by a funky teal dress with hot-pink polka dots. She hooked her hands on her hips, and that husky laugh echoed through the room again. Apparently she was the one who had distracted me in the ring. My eyes didn’t move from her to take in the fourth woman.

Colson came up beside me. “Who knew there’d be so many hot pieces of ass in this shit warehouse?”

I turned toward him. “Give any of them a shot, and you’ll probably find yourself bleeding on the floor.”

Ryder shrugged off my comment. “Go get your shit. I’ll wait.”

He was gone before I could tell him he didn’t need to wait around for me. But then again, he was my only ally in a building full of people who undoubtedly would have preferred to see me KO’d on the floor of the ring. Just one more place I’d never be welcome.

Good thing I didn’t give a fuck.

I’d showed up, gone toe-to-toe with Con, and had taken back a piece of my pride. That was enough.

For today.

I was already thinking of hiring a trainer as I went for my bag.

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Meghan March is the author of contemporary and erotic romance novels.

Meghan March has been known to wear camo face paint and tromp around in woods wearing mud-covered boots, all while sporting a perfect manicure. She’s also impulsive, easily entertained, and absolutely unapologetic about the fact that she loves to read and write smut. Her past lives include slinging auto parts, selling lingerie, making custom jewelry, and practicing corporate law. Writing books about dirty talking alpha males and the strong, sassy women who bring them to their knees is by far the most fabulous job she’s ever had. She loves hearing from her readers at meghanmarchbooks@gmail.com

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We all have secrets.

Dominic promised me a life in the light when he said “I do.” After spending months as his prisoner, chained to his bed, and beholden to his every desire, he promised me a lifetime spent making it up to me, proving how sorry he was.

Secrets have the power to tear us apart.

As things from our past continued to be revealed, Dominic was harboring secrets of his own—descending further into the darkness. Except, this time I wasn’t welcomed into the shadows with him.

The man who slept in my bed and looked like my husband had become nothing more than an apparition of the man I fell for, and I feared the day I would wake to find even the ghost of him missing. Dominic had already captured me, body and heart. Could I afford to lose my soul, too? I had a choice to make—I could stay and risk losing myself in him completely, or go and save myself the heartache of his inevitable fall.

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I placed the bag down and when I turned to stand back up, there she was. Waiting for me at the end of the hall, like the sweetest of dreams. Her skin glowed like candlelight. A tumble of blonde hair cascaded haphazardly across her shoulders and down her breasts, highlighting the swollen breasts that made my mouth water. She wasn’t naked but wore a thin, white negligee that hit her mid-thigh. Hailey was like a mirage, luring me closer, taunting me with what I’d missed. True, I had only been gone a few days, but every day that I went without being inside Hailey was like torture. I felt like my body had all of this contained pressure with no way to release it without her.

When I messaged her earlier, I didn’t tell her what time I would be in, so to see her up and waiting for me did something to me. I knew Hailey missed me when I wasn’t around. I had no doubt of that, but to know that she couldn’t wait the few minutes until I’d made it to the bedroom to see her, brought me the biggest sense of pride that I wasn’t a complete fuck-up when it came to her.

“You’re home. I mean…” her head dipped down shyly, “you’re here.”

“You’re up.”

“What did you expect? You had to know I’d wait for you.”

“How did you even know what time I’d be in?”

“I did the math.”

We both walked slowly down the hall toward each other. Her breath sounded labored—a soft pant of anxiousness—as she prowled closer.

“Stop.”

Seeing the look of hunger in her eyes made me want to see her in her most basic, animalistic nature; I wanted my panther on all fours. She halted abruptly, a mask of confusion marring her face. She was reading to see if I was angry or if she’d offended me somehow. I didn’t say anything for several moments as I allowed the moment to sink in—just enough time for my mind to capture a picture I could keep returning to.

“Crawl to me, baby. Let me see that pretty ass in the air.”

Hailey hesitated. She looked to the ground, resolving to the pain that would come from crawling on her hands and knees across hardwood floors. Those large doe eyes bore into mine as she lowered herself to the floor on shaky legs. Once on all fours she looked up as if to see if that was in fact what I wanted, but when I didn’t say anything else—just continued to stare—she began a slow crawl to close the remaining ten feet or so between us.

Her head dropped down and she watched the floor move beneath her with an absent look in her eyes.

“Eyes on me,” my words snapped out, efficient as a whip beneath her chin to thrust her face up until our eyes met. With her eyes solidly focused on mine, I watched her pupils swallow the irises until only pitch black remained. Her shoulders were pulled back, presenting a perfect view of her tits that swayed in unison with her firm hips. The sight of her on her hands and knees, for me, caused the swelling between my legs to thicken and harden to an almost unbearable level. I didn’t think I’d ever been as hungry to fuck her as I’d been at that very moment.

My seductress.

A lesser man would feel threatened by the hungry glow in her eyes or the way she licked her lips as if I were a mere snack to hold her over between meals. That image, those eyes, that hungry tongue only turned me on more because I was the source of that power she exuded. It was what made our connection so explosive. She syphoned control and power like a black hole swallowing a passing galaxy. Lucky me.

“Tell me something I want to hear, matakia mou.”

“I missed you,” she breathed.

“What did you miss?”

“I missed your citrus scent, the feel of stubble between my legs, the vibration of my skin as you tease me with your fingers, the taste of your tongue in my mouth. I missed watching you lose yourself with your cock sliding between my lips.” She remained on all fours as she stopped at my feet, looking up with pink-tinged cheeks and long eyelashes that drew me in like a fly caught in a web.

I motioned with my hands for her to rise to her knees. Her body rocked from side to side as she moved into a comfortable position on her shins. Once settled, her hands dropped to the outside of her thighs.

It wasn’t hard to assume what she expected to happen next. She was primed and in the perfect position to suck my cock. Hell, when I looked down at those cherry lips, that was the first thought to cross my mind, especially with the hungry groan that escaped her as she talked about sucking my dick. I watched her tongue sneak between her lips, flashing a peek of pink that snaked a path across her lips, leaving behind a glistening path of moisture primed for the erection that threatened to break free of my pants.

“Grab your ankles.” Her hands immediately locked around her ankles and her breasts jutted out proudly with the arch of her back. I ran a hand across the top of her head, following a path of hair that fell past the side of her face hiding an erect nipple from my view. Hailey closed her eyes and leaned her head into my soothing palm like a cat gleaning a rub from its master’s hand. Her silken hair parted around my fingers before I flipped the mass of hair behind her shoulder, presenting her fully to my view.

“Are you ready for me?” She opened her eyes at the sound of my voice.

“Yes, Dominic. Please.”

“Don’t encourage me. I’ve been on a plane for hours with nothing to think about besides all the many ways I want to devour your pussy.”

 

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Cee Smith is a lover of the written word. Since first learning how to string a sentence together, she’s been putting pen to paper and hasn’t looked back. Though she’s no longer obsessed with blood and gore, the dark side still calls to her, often finding refuge in her current writings. Her addiction to reading is what finally inspired her to take a chance at publishing.

A California native, currently residing in North Carolina with her husband. She loves salacious stories, true love and forbidden romances—the more angst the better. Other than reading and writing, some of her other obsessions are peanut butter (don’t get her started), Michael Fassbender, and watching tv.

She loves talking about the creative process and what books she’s reading, so feel free to shoot her a line. Or if you just want to say hi that’s fine too. She swears she’ll respond.

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NEW MC ROMANCE: Maverick (Satan’s Fury MC #1) by L. Wilder

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Title: MAVERICK: SATAN’S FURY MC
Author: L. Wilder
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Release Date: September 3, 2o15
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A good liar knows that the most efficient lie is always a truth that has had a key piece removed from it.”
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Maverick is a man scarred by a past full of deceit. He was forced to make a choice… a choice that now keeps him held in the darkness — a prisoner of his own doubt and regret. The Satan’s Fury MC is the only thing he lives for. Being their new Sergeant of Arms gives him the distraction he desperately needs to endure. He knows that he will never forget, but with the help of his brothers, he’ll try to move forward.

Henley’s life was just as she’d always planned. All of her hard work and studying had finally paid off with a full-ride to college. Everything seemed to be right on track… until the night she witnesses a crime that puts her in danger. She suddenly finds herself needing the protection of Satan’s Fury and an enigmatic biker named Maverick.

Henley is immediately drawn to Maverick. The pain and anger in his eyes hides something. Despite the walls he keeps throwing up, she knows there is more to him than just the brooding biker who makes her body crave his touch. She will stop at nothing until she makes all of those walls come crashing down.

When the lies of Maverick’s past unfold, will Henley be the light that pulls him from the darkness?

Warning: This book is intended for readers 18 years or older due to bad language, violence, and explicit sex scenes.

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I am a lover of romance novels, summer breaks, and unexpected quiet times when I can write without interruptions. Writing the Devil Chaser’s MC Romance series has been a long time dream of mine, and it is still hard to believe that I actually did it. I loved writing the Devil Chasers series, and I am looking forward to working on the Satan’s Fury MC series. Thank you so much for checking out my page. You can also find me on facebook and twitter.

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New erotic romance from Bestselling Author, J. Kenner – Under My Skin (Stark International #3)

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Jackson and Sylvia are back in the third and final part of J. Kenner’s sizzling erotic trilogy. You definitely don’t want to miss how their story ends!

 

undermyskinAbout UNDER MY SKIN

Jackson Steele and Sylvia Brooks are back in the powerful finale of a provocative, sizzling-hot new erotic trilogy set in the world of J. Kenner’s beloved Stark novels: Release Me, Claim Me, andComplete Me.

He’s the only man I’ve ever loved, and the one man I can’t bear to lose.

Jackson Steele is my light in this world. Charismatic, bold, and always in control, he knows what he wants and how to get it—and absolutely nothing stands in his way. His hold on me is magnetic, his claim on me complete, his kiss my ultimate escape.

We both harbor dark secrets that could tear our lives apart. Though we’ve tried to bury our pasts, there are certain people who won’t let us forget. But the closer danger comes, the brighter the fire between us burns—our ecstasy consuming and soothing us both.

There’s no telling what lies ahead, but I know that Jackson never gives in without a fight. I’d do anything he wants to keep him safe, give him anything he needs. And now that we’re in deep, nothing can make me run.

Under My Skin is intended for mature audiences.

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quote4She slams the door shut, the limo pulls back out onto the street, and I am left beside Jackson who sits perfectly, dangerously still.

I swallow, my skin prickling from the rising heat.

I’m breathing hard, my breasts rising and falling. My skin is warm, and beads of perspiration have gathered at the nape of my neck.

He turns his head slowly, his eyes meeting mine, wild and feral and hard. There’s a hungry glint to them, and for a moment I fear that he will tear me to pieces. That I will truly stand as proxy for the bastards who leaked the news. For the fear that I know must be consuming him, just as it is consuming me.

But haven’t I repeatedly told him that I can handle it, no matter how bad it gets? That I will be his release valve, his safety net?

That I’ll willingly take in his pain—and then we’ll turn it around into passion.

I am still holding his gaze, and I feel locked in place simply from the force of his will. He has not touched me, and though we haven’t spoken, I know that he will not until I acquiesce. Not tonight. Not when he needs to push. To go as far as he needs, and then some.

“Yes,” I say.

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A muscle twitches in his cheek, but he doesn’t otherwise move, nor does he say a word to me. He simply watches me for one beat, then another. It is as if he is sizing me up, testing my resolve. I stay where I am, looking back at him. But slowly—very slowly—I part my thighs.

Jackson sucks in a breath through his nose. Then he twists at the waist so that he can reach the intercom button. He jams his finger down on it.

“Don’t go home, Edward.” His voice is hard. Tight with control. “Just drive. I don’t care where. Just drive until I tell you to stop.”

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Author Bio

Julie Kenner (aka J. Kenner and J.K. Beck) is the New York Times, USA Today, Publishers Weekly, and Wall Street Journal bestselling author of over forty novels, novellas and short stories in a variety of genres.

Praised by Publishers Weekly as an author with a “flair for dialogue and eccentric characterizations,” J.K. writes a range of stories including super sexy romances, paranormal romance, chick lit suspense and paranormal mommy lit. Her foray into the latter, Carpe Demon: Adventures of a Demon-Hunting Soccer Mom by Julie Kenner, is in development as a feature film with 1492 Pictures.

Her most recent trilogy of erotic romances, The Stark Trilogy (as J. Kenner), reached as high as #2 on the New York Times list and is published in over twenty countries.

J.K. lives in Central Texas, with her husband, two daughters, and several cats.  Website | Facebook | Twitter | Instagram | Pinterest

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NEW ROMANTIC SUSPENSE: Degrade (Flawed #1) by T.L. Smith

 

 

Title: Degrade
Series: Flawed
Author: T.L. Smith
 Release Date: August 31, 2015

 

Blurb

Zeke

One rule, only one rule women need to follow when they’re with me.

Don’t ask for more.

This rule is in place for a reason, you won’t get more of what’s not there to give.

Bexley

He is striking, and he’s all man. He is also the devil, or so I believe him to be. I gave him my heart, not realizing I was doing so. He likes to break me down, so I’m a shell of the person I once was. He’s chipping away at me, bit by bit. Though I’m not as weak as he thinks, and when I can’t handle it anymore, I will come back swinging.

 

 

 

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Excerpt
I’m an idiot, I know this. I just can’t help myself. When it comes to him, I do as he says, do as he pleases. Even if it’s against everything, I believe in. He has a hold on me, which no other person has ever held. I don’t believe he loves me, but I love him. So that has to count for something? Right? My love is big enough. I believe it can hold onto both of us and wrap us up in a vice grip. See, I did tell you, I’m an idiot.
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