Unsuitable by Samantha Towle…Cover Reveal

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Unsuitable by Samantha Towle

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From New York Times bestselling author, Samantha Towle, comes a new sexy, romantic suspense standalone novel…

Daisy Smith has spent eighteen months of her life paying for a crime she didn’t commit. Now out of prison, she has only one focus—to get back custody of her younger brother, Jesse, who is deep in the foster care system. Desperate to rebuild her life and show the system that she is responsible enough to care for Jesse, she takes on the only job available to her—working as a maid at the Matis Estate.

On day one of her new job, Daisy meets Kastor Matis, the only son of the owners and her new boss. An enigmatic, handsome Greek god of a man, Kas is closed off, cold, and…well, kind of a bastard.

The more time Daisy spends around Kas, she starts to see there might be more to him than just his cold, bastard ways. He may actually have a heart beating in that frozen chest of his.

But Kas has secrets, too. Secrets that he’s determined to keep.

Secrets make Daisy curious.

And you know what curiosity can do…

Unsuitable

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New York Times, USA Today, Wall Street Journal and international bestselling author Samantha Towle began her first novel in 2008 while on maternity leave. She completed the manuscript five months later and hasn’t stopped writing since.

She has written contemporary romances, THE STORM SERIES, THE REVVED SERIES, TROUBLE, WHEN I WAS YOURS and THE ENDING I WANT.

She has also written paranormal romances, THE BRINGER and the ALEXANDRA JONES SERIES, all penned to tunes of The Killers, Kings of Leon, Adele, The Doors, Oasis, Fleetwood Mac, and more of her favourite musicians.

A native of Hull and a graduate of Salford University, she lives with her husband, Craig, in East Yorkshire with their son and daughter.

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The Bachelor Auction by Rachel Van Dyken….Excerpt Reveal

We have your first look at THE BACHELOR AUCTION releasing on October 4 and we can guarantee, you do not want to miss the first book in this brand new series from Rachel Van Dyken!

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Jane isn’t entirely sure that Cinderella got such a raw deal. Sure, she had a rough start but didn’t she eventually land a prince and a happily-ever-after? Meanwhile, Jane is busy waiting on her demanding, entitled sisters, running her cleaning business, and . . . yep, not a prince in sight. That is, until a party and a broken shoe incident leave Jane wondering if princes—or at least, a certain deliciously hunky billionaire—maybe do exist.

Except Brock Wellington isn’t anyone’s dream guy. A prince would never agree to be auctioned off in marriage to the highest bidder. Or act like an arrogant jerk—even if that is just a façade. Now, as Brock is waiting for the auction chopping block, he figures it’s karmic retribution that he’s tempted by a sexy, sassy woman he can’t have. But while he and Jane may not get a fairy tale ending, maybe they can indulge in a little bit of fantasy . . .

 

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Thick wavy auburn hair fell in disarray over his forehead. It was lush, shiny, perfect. Were guys born with hair like that? Or was his somehow chemically engineered? His full lips pressed together in a secret smile as the equally handsome man next to him said something, then erupted in laughter.

The first man stiffened, then shook his head. His broad shoulders seemed to grow tight as a drum. A slight tic in his jaw was the only clue that he was irritated or maybe outright angry.

And then his shoulders slumped as he was handed another drink and then another.

Nervous. He must be nervous. But what could a man like that possibly have to be nervous about?

He easily towered over most of the men in attendance. Suddenly his posture changed, then he smiled.

Jane felt her mouth drop open in shock.

Dazzling.

He was…like a duke or a lord or a prince from a storybook. Clearly, she read too many romance novels, but his entire presence demanded attention; screamed authority, importance, and sex. Lots and lots of sex.

Yes, his virility was a tangible thing, as if she could reach out and grasp it with her fingertips.

“What are you doing?” Esmeralda yelled in her right ear, interrupting her blatant sexual fantasy about a complete stranger. Great. That’s what her life had come to. And sadly? It was the most fun she’d had all night.

Jane turned to Esmeralda, prayed for patience, and answered. “Sorry, I was just thinking.”

“You’re so boring.” Esmeralda rolled her eyes. “No wonder you got dumped.”

Another fun fact? Esmeralda was mean when she was drunk.

The reminder of the breakup burned like acid.

It had been a year ago, not that it mattered. It still hurt that the last guy she’d dated had told her that although she was cute, she wasn’t really doing it for him anymore.

Right. Doing it.

Maybe that was because she hadn’t done anything for him or with him, and he found that lacking. But they’d only dated for a few weeks. Did normal girls do that? Put out after a few weeks? Apparently.

She wasn’t normal.

But if that was normal, maybe she was better off being strange.

“Jane, are you even listening to me?” Esmeralda whined. “Essence needs you to dance next to her for a bit. I’m tired and tipsy. I want to sit. Plus your dress blends in enough that it won’t take attention away from her.”

No way. What? What had she just said?

Jane wrapped her arms around her middle. “I’m sorry, what?”

Without warning, Esmeralda grabbed Jane’s hand and jerked her toward the dance floor, causing Jane to lose her footing and crash directly into Esmeralda’s back. Then, like a domino, she slammed back into Essence.

Jane opened her mouth to shout out an apology, but Esmeralda was already too drunk to listen to reason. With determination in her eyes, she reached for the pearls at Jane’s neck but grabbed the fabric of the dress instead.

Her poorly sewn dress ripped instantly, causing the fabric to slink past her strapless bra. A diagonal slit split up her thigh almost all the way to her hip. In an effort to cover herself, she took a step and tripped, thanks to her clunky shoes.

And then she fell to the floor.

Hard.

Her sisters watched in horror—but neither of them offered a hand. They were probably kicking themselves for forcing her to come. Esmeralda leaned over but missed Jane’s shoulder by a mile, grabbing her hair and giving it a tug, which only made Jane wince harder.

Both sisters were completely tanked.

And she was less than two minutes away from being trampled by the other sweaty bodies around her.

She glanced up.

And into the eyes of the man she’d just been lusting after.

Oh God, the humiliation was complete.

That one glance told her he’d seen it all. She swallowed back the thickness building in her throat. Of course the only time he’d notice her would be when she’d ripped her dress and nearly took out a few guests on her way down to the dance floor.

The crowd gathered around her.

And the sexy man disappeared—probably off in search of a girl with perfect hair, perfect teeth, perfect clothes.

She really should have stayed home.

Tears filled her eyes as a heel pressed into her right hand. With a jerk she tugged her hand free, struggling to get up to stand on her wobbly feet, when suddenly she was pulled to a standing position and then swept up in strong arms.

Jane’s eyes were still so blurry from unshed tears she couldn’t make out the man’s face as he carried her out of the crowd.

He smelled like heaven.

She fought the insane urge to press her face against his chest and just…close her eyes.

Because he felt safe.

Pathetic, when a stranger’s arms provided more safety than her own family. And yet he felt…right.

In a world where things for the past ten years had felt so wrong.

He felt right.

Maybe she’d had too much champagne.

 

 

 

 

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Filthy by HJ Bellus…Blog Tour Stop

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Title: Filthy

Series: The Reckless Series

Author: HJ Bellus

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Date: August 8

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From the USA Today and AMAZON best seller, HJ Bellus, comes a sexy romance: FILTHY.

It was just a summer fling.

He taught me his bad boy ways.

And now I’m beyond being saved.

At first it was fun, but now it’s an addiction my skin craves.

All sense of reality disappears and there’s no boundaries holding me in.

My name is Darby and this is FILTHY.

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Chapter 2

Rhett

I can’t keep my eyes off of Darby in her short dress with her tanned legs peeking out. Her nightmares fucking destroy me and I’ve tried to stay sober since that night. I’d do anything to be the one to push fucking Oliver in front of that train. The headlines were blasted all over the town and county. It was labeled an accident with no witnesses, and not even a family member to step up and claim him.

Darby passes baby Charlie back to Zane then bounces in the house, and I’m sure she’s off to tend to her best friend, Ava.

“What’s up, Rhett?” Zane nods to me to have a seat next to him as he offers Charlie a bottle.

“Nothing, man.”

“I’m the one getting married today and you look like the weight of the world is on your shoulders.”

I just shrug, knowing that if I open up to my best friend that I’ll lose everything. Zane has put up with enough shit in his life and carried around everyone else’s worries, he doesn’t need to worry about this shit. Plus, he’d take the guilt on double knowing what had happened.

“You know me and weddings.” I sit next to him, and hold my finger out for Charlie to wrap her little hand around.

“You’re usually ready to roll at weddings and taking tally of how much pussy you’re going to nail.”

I keep my eyes locked on Charlie’s teeny-tiny hand. “Well, considering that you’re having a tiny ceremony and the only other woman here besides Darby will be my mom, then it seems my mood is fitting.”

“How are you and the other half?” he asks.

“I don’t have another half,” I say deadpan and look up to him.

Zane just quirks an eyebrow in my direction and waits for an answer.

“We have an open relationship.” I take Charlie from him, delicately putting her on my shoulder, and pat her back.

“Bullshit. There’s no such thing when two people are as tight as you. I see the way you look at her.”

“Just because you fell in love and get all the happily ever after bullshit doesn’t mean I do.”

“What’s holding you back, Rhett?”

“My cock that craves a wide variety of pussy.”

Zane stands and whacks me in the back of the head. “Watch your fucking mouth, man, you’re holding my daughter.”

I could go in so many different directions with this, but decide to taunt him later about Charlie growing up and the boys chasing. God knows I’ll be right by his side kicking their asses with him.

“I’m going to change, then I’ll come grab her and you can change.”

I nod to him. The rhythmic breathing from Charlie and the slow pats on her back calm me and in a strange way they ease all my worries.

“Don’t ever grow up, little girl.” I kiss her temple and continue to wait for her burp.

The music from the house is booming and Zane has disappeared off into the barn, leaving me alone for a bit. That hasn’t happened much lately since I helicopter over Darby’s every single move. My parents should be pulling up the lane any moment and this peace will soon dissipate.

“I’m scared, Charlie, I’m not going to lie.” She belches and it’s a juicy one. I’m almost afraid to look down on my shoulder. “Now if you tell your dad that I said that then we’re going to have problems little girl.”

I tuck her in my arms and am relieved when my shoulder is throw-up free. That shit stinks and lingers like no other.

“I’m afraid to fall in love. You see, a long time ago…” I place my finger on her chest and let her little hand wrap around it, “my heart was broke. Like, broke real bad. You know Uncle Rhett doesn’t show hurt, but this girl from my past wrecked me.”

Charlie’s sapphire blue eyes stare back at me like she’s absorbing in each word. Her dainty lips purse together as if she was going to answer back. I just shake my head and smile. Grandpa sure sent us the gift of a lifetime with this little one. The love I feel for Charlie reminds me that my closed off heart does still have the power to love.

I lean in close and whisper to her, sharing one of my deepest secrets that in actual honesty even scares the shit out of me. “I think I’m falling in love with Darby, but I’m too big of a pussy to admit it.”

“My turn,” Darby announces, jetting from the front door.

She came in her maid of honor dress, but pulled her hair up into a big messy pile on the top of her head, and added some make-up, highlighting her whiskey colored eyes. She doesn’t even ask as she scoops Charlie up from my arms. My legs spread automatically and my hands find her hips, gently settling her into my lap.

The crook of her neck aligns perfectly with my mouth. On instinct, I dip low, brushing my lips against her sweet skin and listen to her babble on to her goddaughter about beautiful her mother is. I get selfish and need more than my lips on her skin, and begin to lightly kiss her. My fucking cock is up and ready to go.

The taste of Darby’s skin is the most fucking addictive drug to ever enter my bloodstream, and it only adds to my fear of never being able to let her go.

Pretending it’s an open relationship is just a façade. It’s what I do best…lie to myself. It’s the reason I always fuck her hard and aggressive, soaking up every ounce of her. It’s a defense mechanism. If I ever laid her down and made love to her, I’d be a fucking goner.

“You looking fucking delicious,” I mumble into her neck.

She takes a minute to look over to me and wrinkles her nose. “You just want in my pants.”

“You mean up your dress?”

“Same difference.”

“I bet you won’t say no.”

Darby tilts her head, showcasing her take-no-bullshit attitude. “Try me.”

“You’re on.”

Footsteps thudding up the stairs interrupt our playful banter.

“Your turn man.” Zane points out to the barn. “Only place we’re allowed.”

Darby stands up and hands Zane his little girl. I’ve seen it a hundred times now, the way his blue eyes light up, the pride that covers his face, and the smile of life each time he looks at his little girl.

“Ava, okay?” he asks Darby.

She nods before taking back off inside the house. “Said she had to rub one out before the ceremony; something about nerves or some shit.”

“You’re lucky you’re a woman or I’d…”

“Kick my ass, blah, blah, blah,” she finishes for him.

Zane settles back with Charlie on his chest. “You’ve got a feisty one on your hands and I have a feeling she’s going to wreck you in a good way.”

He has no idea how close to the actual truth he is about Darby. I run my hands through my shaggy black hair. The shit’s so long I could almost put it in a ponytail or one of those fucking man buns that Darby has been begging me to do.

“It’s Gia, isn’t it?” His question throttles me, pulling me from fantasizing about how I’m going to take Darby.

“Uh?” I ask even though I heard his question is crystal clear.

“You’re afraid she’ll do to you what Gia did.”

“Dude, you’re so far off it’s not even real.”

“I’ll say it once and it’s because you’re like a brother to me. If you love her, want to love her, even think about fucking loving her, then don’t let the past or circumstances get in the way. I nearly lost Ava.”

“Going to get dressed.” I snag two beers in clenched knuckles from the red cooler under the table and head to the barn.

The Rhett who’s functioned in this world for years comes out to play. The asshole, cocky bastard, jokester, and horny motherfucker as I strut to the barn and down the beer. I let out a howl of joy when I see another cooler in the barn that’s stocked full of cold beer.

My clothes are hung up in pristine condition. Ava refused to let me take them home or be responsible for them, period. Told me I’d probably sell them to a whore. My cargo shorts fall to the floor and I peel off my tank top before downing another beer. I can’t believe I’m about to put on fucking dress pants with a button up white shirt. Goddamn, I’m going to look like King Kong of the pussies gang. Thank fuck Zane will be next to me looking like the gorgeous weed he is.

There’s a mint green tie strung around the shirt and that’s the only difference between what I’m wearing and Zane. His tie is black. Ava and Darby thoroughly instructed us on the look they wanted. Untucked shirt, rolled up sleeves, the first few buttons undone, and the tie loosely knotted. Oh, that night after we practiced putting the fancy shit on did we give those women a show stripping out of the clothes.

Zane had a lot of making up to do after he piped off with the comment that these made the perfect stage outfits. Pretty sure the man’s face was down in the place for a good week or so. But he was right, I intend on using this next weekend at the club paired with my Ray Ban sunglasses.

A fucking genius idea hits me as my third or fourth beer goes by.

Rhett: I need help with this fucking tie

Darby: Tell someone who cares

Oh, the little shit wants it bad.

Rhett: Fuck, I’d call Sheila but I think she’s with another guy tonight.

Darby: Pig!

Rhett: You want to suck it…gotta run babe, trying to put my hair up in one of those manly buns.

I watch out the window, drinking another beer, and like fucking clockwork Darby sprints out the door and down the steps towards the barn. My cock comes to life watching her perfect tits bounce and the smile streaming across her face. The girl thinks she plays hard to get.

“Rhett.” The door swings wide open.

I turn to her with a beer in one hand and my other hand down the front of my boxers, rubbing my raging hard on. My longer than average hair falls to one side as I stare her down.

Darby doesn’t speak another word while she stares at my hand covering my cock, and then finally shuts the barn door, locking it.

“Don’t lock it. I hope someone walks in and sees me fucking the prettiest girl here.”

She plucks a hair tie from around her wrist and slowly walks over to me. I don’t move and continue rubbing myself. Her hands thread through my hair and I fucking moan. Her touch is always electric and sends chills through me. We’ve fucked over a hundred times and it still feels brand new each time.

Her lips land on mine as her hands work through my hair, bundling it together until it’s all off my neck. She pulls back for a second and looks into my eyes. There always seems to be so much to say between the two of us, but it’s like we’re both too fucked up and scared to say a word.

We stay nose to nose as she wraps the elastic tie around my hair, then she finally steps back and takes the drink from my hand. She’s not shy about polishing it off for me. I watch her hand gently pull up her dress and then sink below her panties. The shit is taunting me with my actions. My cock aches to be inside her.

“You look so damn hot, Rhett.” Her voice hitches as her hand moves quicker.

It’s erotic as hell, but frustrating at the same time because I can only see the movement of her lace panties and not the parts I want to see. Pulling my cock from my boxers, I hope she’ll drop her panties and let me watch her sink into her sweet center until her knees tremble.

I wrap my hand around the base of my cock and give it a good squeeze, forcing back a moan and struggling to hold on to the last few bits of willpower I have. Darby’s tongue darts out and runs along the length of her lips, as I begin to stroke myself from base to tip.

Without warning, she sinks to her knees and takes my cock in her mouth. The overwhelming sensation and the buzz from the beer have me melting back onto the wall. Her fingers dig into the flesh on my ass as she sucks hard. The head hits the back of her throat several times until she pulls all the way back, lapping her tongue around my head.

I finally have to stand her up before I fucking explode in her mouth. She knows me too fucking well and lies back on a covered bale of straw, sinking her hand right back down into her panties. Every other woman I’ve been with is all about themselves and me fucking them hard. Not Darby, she loves to tease me and pull out everything inside of me.

“Don’t mess your hair up, baby,” I whisper, staring down at her.

She bucks her hips up in the air, sinking deeper into herself. Darby tosses her head to the side, showcasing her flushed cheeks.

“May I?” I ask, eyeing those sexy fucking panties.

She only nods, giving me permission to drag them down her legs. I fucking want to rip them off of her in one tear and sink balls deep in her, but I’ll let her put on this show. It will only make the fucking outcome that much more delicious. My knuckles graze down the sides of her legs as I pull off the only barrier left between us.

She has two fingers rubbing circles on her swollen clit.

“Watch me, Rhett,” she moans out. “You make me feel beautiful when you watch me.”

I don’t take my fucking eyes off of her as I sink down to my knees. My palm runs up her abdomen splayed out while my other hand spreads her legs further apart.

“Stroke your cock, Rhett.”

I shake my head side to side. “No, this is about you, baby.”

Slowly, she sinks one finger deep inside of her. Easily she finds a rhythm riding her hand. I place my hand on top of hers, applying pressure on her palm and making sure the perfect amount of friction is on her clit. She adds another finger into the pounding movement and begins to moan and roll her hips even faster, and right when she’s about to cum, I pull her fingers from her.

“Rhett.” She perches up on her elbows.

With both hands, I spread her legs wider and then lift them over my shoulder. “This is mine and I will please it.”

I take my time sinking lower to her until my nose is at her entrance, teasing her. Her sweet smell is too much of a temptation causing my tongue to dart out and lap her up. My teeth nip at her and then I finally circle her bud while pushing two fingers inside of her.

She doesn’t moan this time, but screams out my name as I work her over. The insides of her legs squeeze my head and her hands pull on my hair as she rides out her orgasm on my face. It’s never enough and even though I know she’s done, I take a few more drinks of her before standing up.

“Did you mess up my fucking man bun?” I ask with a smirk on my lips.

Darby giggles and nods her head.

“Well then, I better fuck you hard.”

She bites down on her bottom lip in anticipation.

I pull her up to my chest until I have her in my arms with her wet opening over my erection. Her hands lace into my hair and lips crash down on mine. I readjust the hold on her legs, steadying her. Her gorgeous brown eyes tell me the sweetest story as she stares back at me. Fuck, how long am I going to be able to lie to myself before she owns my soul?

I ease her down slowly on my cock, relishing how she feels. It’s a fucking drug and I’m addicted. She pulls back when we are fully connected.

“Did you say that my pussy is yours?”

Her typical playful smile and smartass tone are vacant. She’s fucking serious right now and I can only find the courage to nod. I want to say so much more like I’m fucking falling in love with her, but I don’t. I win her over with sex. It’s my specialty.

I start out slow and then pick up the pace, bouncing her up and down on my dick. Her tight pussy grips around me perfectly.

“Rhett. Rhett. Oh. My. God. Rhett!” she screams as her release hits her. I’m not long behind her sinking in balls deep.

“This is yours, too, Darby,” I grit out between my teeth, knowing it’s as close to the truth as I can say.

Her lips crash onto mine and I pick up the speed, pounding her down on my cock and spill into her.

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My Wild Irish Dragon by Ashlyn Chase…Book Spotlight & Giveaway

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Dragon shifter Chloe Arish is hell-bent on becoming a Boston firefighter. She uses her Irish charm and fake documents to score an interview, knowing she has to work every bit as hard as a man—harder if she wants their respect.

Born into a legendary Boston firefighting family, phoenix shifter Ryan Fierro can’t possibly let someone best him on the training course or the job. He’d never hear the end of it. When a feisty new recruit comes along who’s determined to do just that, Ryan plots to kick her out—until their sizzling chemistry turns explosive…

 

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Ryan Fierro stared after the retreating figure of an incredibly surprising woman. She’d embarrassed him in front of an old family friend, and if it got back to his large, legendary firefighting family, he’d never hear the end of it. Even with that, he couldn’t help being impressed by the slender blonde.

She didn’t look back as she rounded the corner. Behind him, the chief’s door clicked shut.

Oh no. He wasn’t about to leave Chief O’Brian with that as his final impression. He pounded on the door.

As if the chief had been expecting a reaction, he opened it right away. He didn’t stand aside, however. Apparently they were to have their parting words right there in the hallway.

“You can’t… I mean… I hope you won’t consider her based on that little stunt she just pulled.”

Chief O’Brian folded his arms. “Not at all.”

Ryan let out a relieved breath—until the chief spoke again.

“I was already considering her.”

What? “But my family… If I lose out to a girl…” He scrubbed his hand over his face. He didn’t know how to finish that sentence. They’d never respect me? Never forgive me?

Sure, his mother would. She was a saint. Her face should be in psychology textbooks next to the words “unconditional love.” His father and six brothers, however, were another story. Their Sunday dinner conversations were unmatched when it came to firefighting bravado.

The chief clasped his shoulder. “Look, Ryan, I have to consider every candidate who makes it this far. I’m sure you understand that. It’s nothing personal.”

“Nothing personal? It sounds as if you’ve already decided.”

“Not at all.”

The chief took a good look at Ryan’s face, which must have been etched with worry lines. At last he lowered his voice and said, conspiratorially, “I’m going to speak to the commissioner. Perhaps we can find the funds to hire both of you.”

So it all comes down to money. What a surprise…not.

There wasn’t a damn thing Ryan could do about a budget. He doubted the chief could influence the commissioner—or the mayor—into allotting more money, even for the pricey Back Bay neighborhood. They had recently lost two firefighters in the line of duty. He’d heard one had already been replaced, but he assumed he would be replacing the other one.

Ryan gazed at his feet and nodded. “I understand. Well, thank you for the opportunity.”

“You’re not out of the race yet, boy. Something could still come from the background checks, or any number of things. I want to be fair and thorough. Don’t get discouraged if there’s a bit of a wait.”

“I won’t, sir.” The chief extended his hand and Ryan grasped it firmly. The handshake felt like a formal dismissal.

As the chief’s door closed, Ryan thought that maybe he should do a little background checking too. Just in case they missed something on the blonde.
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ASHLYN CHASE specializes in characters that reinvent themselves, having reinvented herself numerous times. She has a degree in behavioral sciences and has worked as a psychiatric and a Red Cross nurse for several years. She lives with her real-life hero husband in New Hampshire.

 

 

An Indecent Proposal by Katee Robert…Excerpt Reveal

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AN INDECENT PROPOSAL
by Katee Robert

When a no strings attached arrangement turns into something more, Cillian O’Malley and Olivia Rashidi must overcome the family ties that bind them. Fans of Jackie Ashenden’s Make You Mine and Kresley Cole’s The Master, will devour the super steamy and fast paced third book, An Indecent Proposal in the wildly popular O’ Malley series by NYT and USA Today Bestselling Author Katee Robert.

Title: An Indecent Proposal
Author: Katee Robert
Series: The O’Malley Series #3
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: August 30, 2016
Publisher: Grand Central Publishing- Forever

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Synopsis:

Greed. Ambition. Violence. Those are the “values” Olivia Rashidi learned from her Russian mob family-and the values she must leave behind for the sake of her daughter. When she meets Cillian O’Malley, she recognizes the red flag of his family name . . . yet she still can’t stop herself from seeing the smoldering, tortured man. To save her family, Olivia sets out to discover Cillian’s own secrets, but the real revelation is how fast-and how hard-she’s falling for him.
Plagued by a violent past, Cillian is more vulnerable than anyone realizes. Anyone except Olivia, whose beauty, compassion, and pride have him at “hello,” even if she’s more inclined to say good-bye to an O’Malley. While his proposal of sex with no strings seems simple, what he feels for her isn’t, especially after he learns that she belongs to a rival crime family. Cillian knows that there is no escape from the life, but Olivia may be worth trying-and dying-for . . .

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New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling author Katee Robert learned to tell her stories at her grandpa’s knee. She found romance novels at age twelve and it changed her life. When not writing sexy contemporary and speculative fiction romance novels, she spends her time playing imaginary games with her wee ones, driving her husband batty with what-if questions, and planning for the inevitable zombie apocalypse. Connect with Katee at: Website | Facebook | Twitter| GoodReads | Instagram | 

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“Thanks.” There it was again, that look that threatened to curl her toes. He reached out and took the washcloth from her and tossed it onto the nightstand. “I’m going to kiss you now.”
She should object, move away, do something other than rest her hands on the top of his thighs and tilt her head up. Stupid, stupid, stupid. Didn’t the last few years teach you anything? Apparently not, because she wanted Cillian to kiss her again, and she wanted him to kiss her now.
Truth be told, she wanted him to do a whole lot more than that.
Olivia licked her lips. “Okay.”
His lips quirked up at the edges. “I can see I’m blowing your socks off. Let’s see if I can do better.” He cupped her face with one hand and then his mouth was on hers, soft and teasing, testing—nothing like the forceful kiss that started everything last night. She opened for him immediately, driven by the lightning dancing just beneath her skin. She wished she could blame it on being skin-starved, but the truth was that this man was doing more with a near-innocent kiss than Sergei had ever done with his entire body and hours at his disposal. I am in so much trouble.
Then Cillian’s tongue stroked hers and she was lost. She gripped his thighs as he explored her mouth, giving herself permission to do some exploring of her own. He was all lean muscle, as if he’d been melted down and stuck in a forge, only to come out new. She ran her hands up his legs, stopping just short of his hips.
He took it from there. He ran his fingers through her hair and down her back, inching her closer until there was nothing more than a breath of distance between them. It would have been so damn easy to lean forward and touch him, pressing her body against his, but the separation was almost unbearably erotic. She shivered again, tilting her head back to give him better access.
She’d never been kissed like this, like she was something to be savored…valued. Like he had all the time in the world and he’d still never get enough.
Common sense tried to rear up and remind her that it was a goddamn kiss, not a lifetime commitment, but then his thumb feathered across the underside of her breast, and all rational reasoning flew right out the window.
He rested his forehead against hers, and groaned. “You’re making it hard to be good, sweetheart.”

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Until I find myself stuck between a rock and a sexy roommate, which makes for one very hard…place.

Because scoring an apartment in this city is harder than finding true love. So even if I have to shack up with my buddy’s smoking hot and incredibly amazing little sister, a man’s got to do what a man’s got to do.

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Surprise—neither one of us sleeps.

And even though we agree to return to roomies-without-benefits, I quickly realize I want more than someone to split the utilities with. Now all I want is to spend every night—and every day—with my gorgeous roommate.

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I’m at your service. Come and ride on my Joy Stick…

That’s what I like to say to the ladies. Or I would if I were total pig. It’s far too easy in this world to strut around like a peacock when you’ve got all these other features in your favor. But just like the custom cars I build with class and sophistication, that’s how I treat my women.

Don’t worry. I absolutely do my best work dirty…both in the shop, and between the sheets. Work and play — that’s what my life has been, and I f&*king love it. I’m completely, 100% driven. Until one woman comes along and throws a wrench in my plans. The one woman I should absolutely, positively never take for a joy ride.

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Furious Rush by S.C. Stephens…Blog Tour & Review

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The first in an emotion-fueled, New Adult series from the #1 bestselling author of the Thoughtless novels.

Too fast, too furious-and way too hot to handle . . .

Mackenzie Cox has a lot to prove. Daughter of a racing legend, she is eager to show the world that she has inherited her father’s talent in the male-dominated sport of professional motorcycle racing. The last thing Kenzie needs is to be antagonized by her rival team’s newest rider, Hayden Hayes. Plucked from the world of illegal street racing, Hayden immediately gets under Kenzie’s skin. His insinuations that Kenzie is a spoiled princess who was handed her career fuels her desire to win, and much to her surprise, Kenzie soon learns she performs better when she’s racing against Hayden.

As Kenzie and Hayden push each other on the track, the electric energy between them off the track shifts into an intense–and strictly forbidden–attraction. The only rule between their two ultra-competitive teams is zero contact. Kenzie always does her best to play by the rules, but when her team slips into a financial crisis, she has no choice but to turn to Hayden for help. The tension simmers during their secret, late-night rendezvous, but Kenzie has too much to lose to give in to her desires. Especially when she begins to doubt that Hayden has completely left his street life behind…

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When I saw S.C. Stephens was coming out with a new book, I was jumping around screaming like a teenager.  And then I read it was set in the racing world and I immediately knew I had to read this one!

Kenzie is practically racing royalty.  Her dad is a legend and she has grown up in the racing world.  Now it’s her time to shine and show what she’s made of.

Hayden is the bad boy signed on to Kenzie’s rival time.  He’s an illegal street racer who does anything but follow the rules. 

Kenzie and Hayden are night and day.  Fire and ice.  They couldn’t be more different if they tried.  Kenzie is very strong and independent woman.  She’s close to her family and refuses to do anything that will tip the scales with them.

Kenzie and Hayden meet at an illegal street race where her snobby attitude immediately dismisses him.  Til she realizes he’s her biggest competition in the racing world – both on and off the track.

The angst, drama and tension between these two is off the charts.  Hayden is a rebel – breaks whatever law or rule there is to reach his goal.  And this doesn’t change just because he’s now in the professional racing circuit.  There’s alot of mystery surrounding Hayden.  And Kenzie is in a tailspin when it comes to him.  Trust her heart or go with what is safest?

I really loved this book and the whole plot.  My only gripe was Kenzie and her sometimes annoying behavior.  I had a hard time connecting to her but that didn’t deter from the story.  S.C. still knows how to write and intense plot and keep you at the edge of your seat.

This book doesn’t end on a cliffhanger, however there is a hint at more to come from the racing world.  There are quite a few characters that I wouldn’t mind getting to know a little more and seeing where they end up in the future.

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Chapter 5

A few hours later, after a mandatory dinner with my father and the crew, I was finally back at the hotel. Collapsing onto the bed, I wondered if I had ever been this exhausted in all my life. Trailing my fingers along the pattern sewn into the quilt beneath me, I debated shutting off the light and trying to make a genuine attempt to sleep; if I wanted it bad enough, I could make it happen . . . right? The light switch was so far away, though, and there was no way I’d be able to stop replaying the video of my slide out that was running on constant repeat in my head. Whether it was light or dark in the room didn’t matter if my brain was wide awake. It didn’t even matter that my limbs were heavy with fatigue and all of my muscles were tired and aching. My brain wouldn’t stay silent, so there would be no real rest for me.
Letting out an annoyed groan, I managed to find the remote on the nightstand. Flicking on the TV, I prayed I might be able to find something that would partially entertain me, or at least distract me. Nothing did, though. All I could think about was the race. I wanted to be home, in my bed, surrounded by my things. Maybe if I were back to my regular routine, I could stop the never-ending replay of my body smacking the concrete, my bike hitting the wall.
We were leaving bright and early tomorrow morning to head back to Oceanside. I was ready to go home, yet reluctant too. I felt like my failure would be the talk of the track for a long time to come—both sides of the track—and I really didn’t want people talking about me, especially about my screwup. But I did want to get back to work; I wanted to begin preparations for the next race, in Wisconsin. God, I hoped that race was better than this one.
After flipping through every available channel at least six times, I turned the TV off. I needed something more engaging to keep my mind from drifting into dark, anxiety-ridden places. Forcing myself to get up, I grabbed my bag from where I’d flung it and dug around for my cell phone. Pulling up Nikki’s number, I texted: Can’t sleep. Are you up?
Her response was immediate. Yep! Just heading to the hot tub. Meet me in 20!
Frowning, I texted back: I didn’t pack a suit. She responded exactly how I thought she would. So? Go commando.
Laughing, I shook my head as I texted her that I’d see her soon. Her parting words were Bring wine!
Rolling my eyes, I looked over at the items available for purchase on top of the minibar. There was a bottle of wine among the chocolate, nuts, condoms, and toiletries. This hotel thought of everything. Shrugging, I grabbed the bottle of wine, a corkscrew, and a couple of glasses. I didn’t usually drink, but I might have a half glass tonight. Maybe a few sips would make me tired enough to go to sleep. Setting the wine on the bed, I debated what I could wear into the hot tub. Skinny-dipping wasn’t exactly my idea of relaxing. Grabbing a robe from the bathroom, I decided my bra and panties would suffice. They covered more than a lot of bikinis anyway.
We were staying at a hotel near the ocean. It was a pretty nice place, with beachside fire pits and saltwater pools, but my favorite thing about it was the ultra-private pool and hot tub on the roof. With the crashing waves of the surf nearby and the twinkling lights of Daytona in the distance, it was a spectacular display. Just what I needed to unwind. Hopefully the hot water didn’t aggravate my scrapes too badly. It would be worth it, though.
Clenching the wine bottle in one hand and the glasses and corkscrew in the other, I made my way up to the roof. When I got there, I looked around for Nikki, but she was nowhere to be seen. Not too surprising.
Figuring she’d get here when she got here, I headed for the hot tub. I could almost feel the stress releasing from my overtaxed muscles as I spotted the softly lit tub nestled in the corner of the rooftop oasis. As I approached the steaming water, I noticed a dark head just barely above the surface. Wow, guess Nikki had beaten me here after all.
“Hey, girlie,” I said, setting down the wine and shucking off my robe. “I brought some wine for you, as requested. And just so you know, if Dad chews my ass out for the room service bill, I’m totally throwing you under the bus.”
The wet head swiveled around to look up at me and my heart sank. It wasn’t Nikki. A slow smile spread across Hayden’s face as he sat up higher in the water, eyeing the lacy bra and underwear I was using as swimwear. Thankfully, they were black, and not a pale color that would show him way more than I ever wanted to. I quickly scanned the rooftop, but we were alone. Horribly and completely alone.
“Well, look who it is,” he mused. “Lucky number twenty-two. Are you here for that scratch, sweetheart? I’m a little worn out after today, but don’t you worry, I’m sure I can still give you what you so politely requested.” He added that damn aggravating wink on the end that made me want to dunk him under the water and hold him there a few minutes. Just until he passed out. I swear.
Flustered and caught off guard, all I could think to say was, “You’re not Nikki.” I felt my cheeks flame as his gaze lingered over my curves, but I stubbornly refused to cover myself up. I worked hard for my sport and it showed in my body. There was nothing on me that I had to be embarrassed about . . . plus, I’d shaved earlier today, so it was all good.
Hayden seemed amused by my response. “No, I’m not.” Bringing his arms up to the edge of the tub, he turned to face me. As he propped his chin on his arms, water droplets beaded and ran down his skin like little racetracks. There was something about steaming water and an attractive man that was exceedingly erotic, but Hayden was not what I wanted to be looking at right now. This was supposed to be relaxing girl time.
“So…” he said with a smile. “Do you and Nikki often meet up for lingerie hot-tubbing after a race? If so, I’m going to have to stay at your hotel more often.”
Familiar irritation pricked my skin, but I somehow managed to keep my expression even. “I didn’t realize you were staying at this hotel. I figured you’d be at some sleazy motel that charged by the hour, along with the rest of the Bennetis. Seems more your speed than a nice place like this.”
His jade eyes darkened, and I knew I’d struck a nerve. Good. I shouldn’t be the only one annoyed, and if he was going to make me sound like a spoiled princess, then I would make him sound like he was fresh from the gutter. And considering where I’d first met him, I probably wasn’t too far off the mark anyway.
Hayden opened his mouth to speak, but I didn’t wait for him to get even so much as a sound out. Making sure we were still alone and no one was here to witness me sharing a could-be-intimate moment with a Benneti, I gingerly placed a foot into the water opposite him. He wasn’t going to chase me away from here with vile words, no matter who he raced for—I needed this too badly after today.
If Hayden had been about to say something, he clearly changed his mind; he was silent as stone as he watched me sink into the water. The searing heat was heaven on my chilled muscles, and even though the raw places stung, a soft groan escaped me. Closing my eyes, I laid my head back on the tile surrounding the tub. Hayden cleared his throat, and I heard soft splashes in the water as he adjusted his position. Cracking an eye open, I saw that he was intensely studying me, and in the silence of our staredown, that crackling energy began to resurface. In a heartbeat, the water suddenly became an extension of him, and the gentle waves were like his fingers caressing me all over, all at once. It was heady and intoxicating, and it made my breath quicken and my body tingle in delicious anticipation. Damn.
I was a millisecond away from getting out of the water… but . . . the near-boiling temperature was so incredible, I didn’t want to give up the luxury yet, not for my cold, lonely hotel room, where the ghosts of my failure were ceaselessly haunting me. I needed this break. For the first time since the race had ended, I actually felt at peace. Almost. Hayden’s absorbing gaze was too intent for full relaxation; shivers that had nothing to do with my body’s adjustment to the blazing heat of the water were flashing across my skin.
“What?” I snapped, hoping to sever the connection, to diminish the pinpoints of excitement that were starting to work their way through me. Inch by inch. Ripple by ripple.
Hayden’s gaze shifted to the bubbling water before lifting to mine again. “Can I ask you a serious question?”
I was shocked. Our conversations had never gone much deeper than trading insults, and even though I was curious, instinct made me answer him with, “No.”
With a frown, he ignored my answer and asked me anyway. “Did you . . . did you feel it today . . . while we were racing?”
My heart started pounding in my chest. I knew exactly what he meant. That fire, that drive, that feeling that we were alone, even when we were surrounded by thousands of people. It had been the most intense race of my career because of that sensation, but I wasn’t about to admit that to him. I couldn’t. It would be like admitting weakness, and I couldn’t ever appear weak in front of this man; he’d pounce in an instant, ripping me to shreds. “I have no idea what you’re talking about, and I said you couldn’t ask me a question.”
He pursed his lips, annoyed, but then he leaned forward in the water. His sudden movement caused tiny waves to come my way, and I instinctually pulled back from them. The sensation that we were connected, even though we weren’t, was bad enough without him coming closer. “You didn’t feel that . . . I don’t know . . . that connection? Like it was just the two of us out there? You must have, since you made that crack about me ignoring everyone else and focusing only on you.”
He tilted his head and a water droplet rolled down his cheek and curved around his neck. Watching it made my toes curl. The intimate lighting out here was playing tricks on my senses, making him too appealing. But the mood-setting couldn’t alter his personality, so I focused all of my energy on remembering the fact that he was an asshole who could never seem to get my name right. Plus he raced for a despicable man who would do just about anything to see my father brought down.
“Like I said, I have no idea what you’re talking about.” I indicated the swirling water between us. “I think you’ve been in here too long. Your brain cells are beginning to boil.” I was beginning to boil. I should leave . . .
Hayden smirked, then began sliding through the water toward me. As he cut into the frantic bubbles between us, my heart began shifting into overdrive. I should definitely leave. But Hayden’s gaze was locked on mine, holding me in place. I couldn’t look away. A familiar surge of adrenaline was building inside me, telling me that something incredible was about to happen.
On your mark…
“I don’t believe you.” His voice was low, and his eyes were boring holes all the way through my soul. I unintentionally sucked my lip into my mouth, and his penetrating gaze dropped to study the movement. God, what would his smoldering skin feel like against mine?
His eyes slowly shifted back to mine. “You know exactly what I’m talking about, and you can’t deny that competing against each other, one on one like that, pushed us both.” He stopped right beside me, and our legs touched under the water. His were warm, hard, unyielding, and I had the sudden horrible image of having them wrapped around me. Owning me, claiming me.
Get set…
“I’ve never raced that well before, and I don’t think you have either. I’ve watched you practicing on the home track a few times, and I’ve noticed something. You worry when you ride, worry about all the people you might be letting down. I get that. But focusing on your fear will only hold you back.” Shock ran through me, temporarily icing the heat. How did he know I constantly stressed about the weight placed on me? And who did he worry about letting down?
Voice soft, he added, “But during the race, I could tell that you let all those expectations go. Because all you were focusing on was me. You raced better when I was out there with you, and I raced better when you were out there with me.” He shifted his position under the water, coming closer until his chest brushed against my arm, and it was like a bolt of electricity struck me. I was tingling all over, ready . . . wanting. How did he know these things? How could he see inside me so accurately?
Hayden’s gaze flicked over my face, alternating between my eyes and my mouth. He looked torn, like he didn’t know what he wanted to do, but then he gently placed his hand on my leg. While his eyes searched for approval or rejection, his fingers began sliding up my inner thigh, igniting me with passion, burning me with desire. My breath was suddenly coming fast and furious. Yes, touch me.
Hayden’s lips parted as he studied my every reaction, and I could see his chest rising and falling as his own breaths quickened. His palm was barely inching across my skin—I was going to explode soon if he didn’t move faster. The glorious anticipation of where his fingers might go was killing me. But then, with a pained look on his face, he stopped moving. Damn it, just do it. Feel me, touch me, take me . . . free me.
With obvious restraint, he slowly leaned forward and pressed his hot lips to my ear, making me shudder. “We’re magic together, Twenty-Two,” he breathed. “Just admit you need me . . . and we can take this up a notch.”
Need him? Take this up a notch? His audacity enraged me. “Get your hand off of me,” I seethed.
Hayden pulled back to study my face for a moment, then he lifted his hand from my thigh and retreated. Raising both hands from the water like he was surrendering, he told me, “Fine. Whatever you say, princess.” He swallowed a few times after he said it, as if he was trying to calm himself down.
Furious at him for going there, furious at myself for not stopping him sooner, I shot up out of the water. The steam lifting from my skin matched my mood, but that was nothing compared to the heat of Hayden’s eyes as he hungrily took in every inch of my dripping-wet body. Enjoy what you see, asshole, because this is the last time you’ll ever see it. Stepping from the tub, I grabbed my robe, tied it tight around my waist, and stormed off.
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S. C. Stephens is a bestselling author who enjoys spending every free moment she has creating stories that are packed with emotion and heavy on romance. She has been writing nonstop ever since the release of her debut novel, which received a great deal of praise from the literary world. In addition to writing, Stephens enjoys spending lazy afternoons in the sun reading fabulous novels, loading up her iPod with music to reduce writer s block, heading out to the movies, and spending quality time with her friends and family.
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Junkie by Heather C Leigh….Teaser

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 Junkie by Heather C. Leigh is book one in the Broken Doll series.  This dark romance is about a heroin addict who falls in love with the drug lord holding her captive and drops on September 13th!

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My name is Miri and I’m a heroin addict. A junkie. A whore.

I’ll do anything to get my next fix.

Anything.

Including walking right onto the property of Austin’s most ruthless and feared drug lord to beg for some H. I don’t know his name, only that people call him Boss. Oh, and that he won’t think twice to put a bullet in my head.

But like I said, I’ll do anything to get my next fix. Even if it costs me my life.

Or changes it forever.

Neighbor Dearest by Penelope Ward…Blog Tour Stop & Review

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A sexy STANDALONE friends-to-lovers story that does NOT have to be read in conjunction with any other book.

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A STANDALONE NOVEL that does NOT need to be read in conjunction with any other book.

From New York Times bestselling author, Penelope Ward, comes a friends-to-lovers story with sexy new characters.

After getting dumped, the last thing I needed was to move next door to someone who reminded me of my ex-boyfriend, Elec.

Damien was a hotter version of my ex.

The neighbor I’d dubbed “Angry Artist” also had two massive dogs that kept me up with their barking.

He wanted nothing to do with me. Or so I thought until one night I heard laughter coming through an apparent hole in my bedroom wall.

Damien had been listening to all of my phone sessions with my therapist.

The sexy artist next door now knew all of my deepest secrets and insecurities.

We got to talking.

He set me straight with tips to get over my breakup.

He became a good friend, but Damien made it clear that he couldn’t be anything more.

Problem was, I was falling hard for him anyway. And as much as he pushed me away, I knew he felt the same…because his heartbeat didn’t lie.

I thought my heart had been broken by Elec, but it was alive and beating harder than ever for Damien.

I just hoped he wouldn’t shatter it for good.

Author’s note – Neighbor Dearest is a full-length standalone novel. Due to strong language and sexual content, this book is not intended for readers under the age of 18.

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My Review:

Neighbor Dearest is the latest work from author Penelope Ward and had me completely hooked from start to finish.  With two amazing characters, tons of emotion, and a bit of mystery surrounding out broody hero, this book was the whole package for me.

Penelope Ward is quickly becoming one of my favorite authors and Neighbor Dearest was just another example of why I love her writing so much.  I adore a good enemies to lovers story and while the enemy part was brief, it was still a great beginning to a relationship that weathers some intense emotions and big obstacles.

Damien and Chelsea were so great together once they overcame their bumpy beginning.  Both not ready to have any sort of romantic relationship, Chelsea because of a heartbreaking recent breakup and Damien for reasons he won’t reveal for quite some time, neither one can ignore the growing attraction amidst their budding friendship.  What starts out with a fun banter and innocent intentions will turn heated and intense quite quickly and to watch it evolve was so special and beyond delicious.  It’s hard to deliver the perfect amount of angst while not overdoing it.  Ms. Ward nailed it.  I wanted Damien and Chelsea to get together in the worst way but I also was beyond worried as to what secret Damien was keeping, and when we find out?  Yowza. Now, I won’t ruin anything for you but I will say when I read it, I was afraid that it really was a relationship deal breaker and Damien wouldn’t be able to move past it and give their romance a chance.  Luckily one of the other things Ms. Ward does so well is write some amazing endings and I can assure you, you will LOVE this one!

With so many reasons to love this book, it’s hard to name them all! What I can do is tell you that I devoured this book in one sitting and immediately went onto Ms. Ward’s website to order a signed copy for my space-at-a-premium packed bookshelf so let that me an indication as to how much I loved Damien and Chelsea!

Thank you, Ms. Ward, for another emotionally charged, sexy as hell read!

5LovesRLB

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Excerpt

Copyright © 2016 by

Penelope Ward

Looking tense, he placed his hands slowly into his pockets as he looked at me. “What exactly happened last night?”

“What are you talking about?”

Nice try dodging the question.

He moved in closer to me. “What am I talking about? You leaving me with a giant fucking basket of muffins and running off before I could even say anything? Ring a bell?”

“I thought you’d be alone. It caught me off guard.”

His eyes softened. “You were upset…”

“No, I wasn’t.”

“You’re a terrible liar, Chelsea. Fucking horrible at it. You don’t hide your feelings very well.”

“You think you know just about everything there is to know about me, don’t you?”

“Not everything. But it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to read you. It’s one of the things I like about you, though. You’re one of the least fake people I’ve ever met.”

“Then, tell me. Why do you think I was upset?”

“Honestly? I think you’re confused about me.”

“Confused…”

“Yes. I think you’re wondering why I opted not to have dinner with you and instead ended up with a woman I’d literally just met, someone who isn’t as sweet as you and sure as fuck isn’t as pretty as you. So, you’re wondering what the hell I was thinking. Am I right?”

That’s exactly what I was thinking.

He continued, “I know we haven’t known each other for very long, but I do feel a connection with you, okay? If you’ve sensed something, you’re not imagining it.”

“Well, if I wasn’t confused before…now I definitely am.”

“I feel like I need to say this now, because I can’t stand the thought of you thinking that I somehow find you undesirable when it’s exactly the opposite.”

I crossed my arms. “Again. Not following you.”

He closed his eyes as if to try to find the right words. “It’s just that I know for sure that I can’t ever be what someone like you needs in a boyfriend, in a partner. It’s not that we wouldn’t have fun or be great together at first. I’m just not good for you in the long-term—not marriage material. And the reasons are too complex to get into, except to say that it has nothing to do with you and everything to do with me. I can’t, in good conscience, start something with a girl like you.”

“A girl like me…”

“Yes. You’re not the kind of girl a guy takes home for a quick fuck. You’re the girl he keeps.”

Right. Just like Elec did.

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About the Author:

PENELOPE WARDPenelope Ward is a New York Times, USA Today and #1 Wall Street Journal Bestselling author. She grew up in Boston with five older brothers and spent most of her twenties as a television news anchor, before switching to a more family-friendly career. She is the proud mother of a beautiful 11-year-old girl with autism and a 9-year-old boy. Penelope and her family reside in Rhode Island.

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Additional Books by Penelope Ward

RoomHate:

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Stuck-Up Suit: (co-written with Vi Keeland)

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Cocky Bastard: (co-written with Vi Keeland)

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Sins of Sevin:

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Stepbrother Dearest:

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My Skylar

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Stroked Long by Meghan Quinn…Teaser

We’re so excited to share the first teaser for STROKED LONG by Meghan Quinn! 
STROKED LONG by Meghan Quinn
Scheduled to release: September 20, 2016

NA Romantic Comedy

 

BLURB:
From his dirty-blond hair and breathtaking smile, to the abs from heaven and the irresistible V in his waistline, everything about Bodi Olympic-gold-medalist Banks screams hot piece of @$$.
Yet there’s more.
Dark shadows lurk behind his soulful, serious eyes.
I’m enamored. He’s captured me.
How can running an art foundation with Bodi Banks turns into a slow-burning, epic romance, even though he tries to push me away at every chance? How can I stay away from a broken, routine-driven man whose soul cries to be forgiven for a crime only he believes he committed? Or is that a lie?

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STROKED by Meghan Quinn
Released: July 19, 2016
Cover Designer: Murphy Rae

BLURB:
Reese King: Olympic medalist, underwear model, Greek god.

His body is chiseled from rock, sculpted by the weight room, and refined by water.

On a daily basis his skin is completely bare for everyone to see, tan and defined, only covered up by a minuscule piece of spandex. There is no denying his sex appeal.

I hate to admit it, but I’m head over heels infatuated with him.

There is one HUGE problem though. His achingly gorgeous abs, inked up arm, and cocky swagger belong to my boss, the high-profile, reality star bitch from hell and certified heinous human being, Bellini Chambers.

What I think is going to be an easy job assisting a glorified wench turns into a cluster f*ck of epic proportions.

About the Author:

Born in New York and raised in Southern California, Meghan has grown into a sassy, peanut butter eating, blonde haired swearing, animal hoarding lady. She is known to bust out and dance if “It’s Raining Men” starts beating through the air and heaven forbid you get a margarita in her, protect your legs because they may be humped.
Once she started commuting for an hour and twenty minutes every day to work for three years, she began to have conversations play in her head, real life, deep male voices and dainty lady coos kind of conversations. Perturbed and confused, she decided to either see a therapist about the hot and steamy voices running through her head or start writing them down. She decided to go with the cheaper option and started writing… enter her first novel, Caught Looking.
Now you can find the spicy, most definitely on the border of lunacy, kind of crazy lady residing in Colorado with the love of her life and her five, furry four legged children, hiking a trail or hiding behind shelves at grocery stores, wondering what kind of lube the nervous stranger will bring home to his wife. Oh and she loves a good boob squeeze!
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