Excerpt
“You obeyed me.”
Her head bowed, her legs spreading wider, revealing the gift I worshiped daily between her legs. “I did. I look forward to my reward.”
My lips curled; the darkness enveloped me. The beast inside stretched, unsheathing its claws, lengthening its spine in preparation.
I stalked toward her and fisted her hair. I fell more in love than I already was.
This woman made me come alive. This woman would end up killing me. But my life was already hers, and I would die gratefully on the pyre of her affection.
“Tu connaiss les règles, esclave.” You know the rules.
“What rules, maître?”
“You don’t get your reward until you’ve been punished.”
Her gaze glittered with rebellion and retaliation but not one ounce of fear—the perfect cocktail for a bastard like me. “Go ahead. You’ll never break me.”
“Ah, my sweet, sweet Tess. That might be the case…” I nipped at her bottom lip. “Mais ça ne m’empêchera pas d’essayer.” But it won’t stop me from trying.
Dropping the black bag by her spread legs, I tugged on her right plait. “Up.”
Unfolding immediately, she stood quivering before me. Her chest rose and fell, imprisoned in the dark red bra I’d handpicked for her. Her flat stomach shadowed with faint bruises from previous nights, and I traced the bite mark I’d left on her hipbone after our parlour games.
I wanted to do what I’d planned now. To get it over with before she could have second thoughts. But I restrained myself. Anticipation would make it that much sweeter.
Gripping her jaw, I kissed her with a wet-as-fuck dominating kiss before pushing her backward to the bed.
She obeyed every prompt. Falling onto the bedspread, she watched me with desire-glittering eyes.
This room was very much like our assigned accommodation, only smaller. The fireplace roared with heat and the four-poster bed hung with midnight blue drapery rather than forest green.
My jeans and t-shirt became too tight as my body prepared to tease and torture.
Tess squirmed on the mattress as I moved toward her and yanked her up the bed by her arms. The moment she was in the middle, I uncoiled a piece of Japanese silk rope from my pocket and looped it around her wrist.
With a sharp smile, I secured her to one of the four bedposts.
It was a risk tying her down like this. After all, she’d done the same to me when I’d given her my nightmares to hopefully break hers. However, no memory of that day hovered in her gaze. Her skin already flushed with lust as I fastened her other wrist and moved toward her ankles.
She didn’t speak—she was too well trained—but her eyes never left my ministrations.
She gasped as my fingers ran around her ankle, cupping her heel protectively before wrenching her legs apart and securing them as tight as her wrists.
Once finished, she lay spread-eagled with no hope of escape.
I stood and surveyed my fucking delicious woman. The lingerie barely hid her bare pussy, shadowing it in red lace while her bra couldn’t hide the pinpricks of nipples begging me to bite.
Running a fingertip from her instep to her clit, I murmured, “So pretty and no chance of running. What shall I do with you?”
Her hands fisted, her lips parting with breath. “Anything…do anything you want.”
“Anything?” My fingers pinched her pussy, indenting her soft flesh with the lace protecting her.
She gasped, white cheeks flushing so prettily. The scrap of material couldn’t hide how wet and hot she was, drenching the delicate underwear. Her desire matched mine. I was rock-fucking-hard for her.
“I’ll give you a choice, Tess.” Rubbing her pussy, I pressed hard and swift. “Pain or pleasure first? You make the call.”
Her back bowed as I stabbed at her entrance, prevented from entering her by the lacy garment. Soon, that bastard chastity belt would have to be sliced away. But for now, it kept me focused. Gave me a barrier I wasn’t permitted to break.
Her eyes switched from dove-grey to dark blizzard. “Pain…I pick pain first.”
I shook my head, stealing my hand from her core and bending to unzip my black bag. “Wrong choice.”
“Life taught me an eternal love will demand the worst sacrifices. A transcendent love will split your soul, cleaving you into pieces. A love this strong doesn’t grant you sweetness—it grants you pain. And in that pain is the greatest pleasure of all.”
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Q made me the happiest esclave in the world. He gave me his heart, his empire, his ruthless unforgiving love. And life finally left us in peace.
A man like my maître has special needs though, growing stronger as our lives intertwine. The only way to survive his monster is to agree to all his desires.
Including his latest wish.
I’m his.
And I won’t refuse.
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Pepper Winters wears many roles. Some of them include writer, reader, sometimes wife. She loves dark, taboo stories that twist with your head. The more tortured the hero, the better, and she constantly thinks up ways to break and fix her characters. Oh, and sex… her books have sex.
She loves to travel and has an amazing, fabulous hubby who puts up with her love affair with her book boyfriends.
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THE SINNERS ARE BACK – Reissue of the first in a sizzling rock-star romance series from USA Today bestselling author Olivia Cunning
It’s been months since Brian Sinclair, lead guitarist for the famous rock band, The Sinners, composed anything. Unable to write the music that once flowed so naturally, Brian is lost without his musical mo-jo. But when sexy psychology professor Myrna Evans comes on tour to study groupie mentality, Brian may have found the spark he needs to re-ignite his musical genius. When lust turns to love, will Brian be able to convince Myrna that what they have is more than just a fling, and that now that he’s found his heart’s muse, he doesn’t want to live without her?
She squeaked in surprise when he lifted her off the ground and tossed her over his shoulder. He gave her ass a playful swat.
“You, Miss Evans, are being very naughty today.”
“I’m always naughty.”
“True. But today’s naughtiness is poking holes in my fragile ego.”
Myrna laughed and slid her hand down the back of his pants to toy with the smooth skin on his butt.
“None of that.” He pulled her hand out of his pants.
“Since when is your ego fragile?”
“Since I met you.”
“So is that the attraction?”
“Huh?”
“Well, I can’t help but wonder why you’re so interested in me when you can get much better looking and younger women who jump at your every command.”
“There are no better looking women than you. Though I admit most of my girlfriends have been younger. Okay, all of them have been younger. I didn’t know what I was missing.”
She slid her hand into the back of his pants again.
“What are you doing?” he asked, pulling her off his shoulder and setting her back to her feet.
“Convincing you to let me down.” She grinned up at him mischievously. “It worked.”
He shook his head at her. “You never do what I expect you to do.”
“Then maybe that’s the attraction.”
“Is it really so hard for you to believe that I’ve fallen for you for no reason whatsoever?”
“There has to be a reason.”
“It’s more like there is no reason for me not to fall for you. You’re everything I want.”
“I don’t think I’m cut out to be a rock star’s girlfriend.” It made her heart ache to say it, but it had been weighing on her mind a lot lately. The more she talked to Brian’s groupies, the more jealous she became. She knew he had no real interest in them, but they were so available and she knew she wasn’t there for him emotionally. What if he decided she wasn’t fun anymore? That he needed more than she could give him? Would he toss her aside? And why did that thought bother her so much anyway? It wasn’t as if they were serious.
He touched her cheek gently. “Then don’t be a rock star’s girlfriend. Be Brian Sinclair’s girlfriend.”
“They’re one and the same. Your life is so interesting and mine is so ordinary. Boring. I’m an over-educated farm girl from the Midwest.”
“And I’m a college dropout from the West Coast.”
“You went to college?”
“For one semester.”
“What did you study?”
“Girls, mostly.”
She poked him in the ribs. “Why did you drop out? You could have graduated Summa Cum Laude.”
“Sinners signed a record deal.”
“Wow, that young? Did your father help you get it? He must have millions of connections in the business.”
Brian laughed. “Here’s the thing about my dad. He never once encouraged my music career. We cut our first album with a small independent label and went on tour in a piece of shit van for eight months. I’ve never been hungrier in my life. It didn’t help that Jon kept stealing our cash to feed his drug habit. When I finally swallowed my pride and asked my dad if he could offer some support, do you know what he said?”
“What?”
“If you really want to follow this dream, you need to suffer for it so it means something to you if you manage to reach the top. He wouldn’t even buy me new guitar strings. Ever try to play a solo missing your second string? Uh, yeah… Not good.”
“Did you hate him for that?”
“Nah, I thought I did, but now I realize he was right. If you don’t have to work for something, you just don’t appreciate it as much.”
Myrna nodded in agreement. “Yeah, I can understand that. That’s why I went for my PhD. My parents didn’t support me when I went to college. They thought I should get married and have kids. Stay home and raise them like a clone of my mother. So when I was in college, I worked my ass off at odd jobs while most of the traditional students had their tuition and bills paid by their parents. Going it on my own really did make me appreciate it more. I worked harder to get good grades, too. I wanted to prove I could do it.”
He hugged her. “See we do have more in common than great sex.”
“Fabulous sex.”
“Amazing sex.”
“Yeah, let’s have some of that right now.”
He squeezed her butt. “Not until after the show.”
“You know I love a challenge, right?” She closed the gap between them, her hand cupping his half-hard cock through his pants. “I’m very determined to get what I want.”
“Something else we have in common.” He removed her hand from his crotch. “Will you watch the show tonight instead of interviewing the groupies?”
“Will you make it worth my while?”
“Do you have to ask?”
“Brian, I’m incredibly turned on right now.”
He groaned. “You don’t plan to make this easy on me, do you?”
“Do you have to ask?”
He stared at her for a moment, worrying his lips with his tongue. He looked ready to pounce on her and she was more than ready to be pounced on.
“Farmer’s daughter, huh? I know nothing about farming,” he said. “What’s that like?”
She sighed in exasperation. “You really are going to make me wait until tonight, aren’t you?”
“Yep.”
She turned and started walking back the way they’d come. They must have walked at least a mile down the beach. “Farming is boring,” she called over her shoulder. “That’s all you need to know.”
He jogged to catch up with her. “You’re not going to get out of this that easily. Tell me something about yourself.”
A rumble of thunder reverberated above. Myrna looked up at the black clouds. “I think we should make a run for it.”
“It’s too late. We’ll never outrun it.”
The first fat rain drops splattered across Myrna’s upturned face. “We’re going to get soaked.”
She dashed toward the car at a full run. When she reached the car, she tugged the door handle. Locked. Brian had the keys. She turned to find him sedately walking up the beach.
“Hurry!” The clouds opened wide and drenched her within seconds. “Brian, hurry!”
She could see him grinning to himself as the rain plastered his hair to his head and his shirt to the contours of his chest. He didn’t pick up his pace though. She stood there, shivering, waiting for him to open the car. When he finally reached her, he drew her chilled body against his, his strong hands splaying over her back.
“Open the door.” She reached behind her to grab the door handle.
“No.” His fingers sank into the wet strands of her hair, tilting her head back. He stared into her eyes until she released the door handle and slid her hands up his belly and chest. He lowered his head and kissed her, his fingers easing her dress’s zipper down. He brushed the straps of her sundress from her shoulders, exposing her breasts to the elements. Goose bumps rose to the surface of her skin and her nipples ached as they beaded in the chilly air. Rivulets of rain trickled over her shoulders, between her breasts, down her belly. Brian lowered his head and collected water from her skin with his warm tongue. His mouth burned over her flesh.
Myrna groaned and reached for his fly. If she unleashed The Beast, she knew he would end her torment and possess her body with his. Hopefully right there on the cold, slick hood of her car. Before she could release the button of his jeans, he grabbed her wrists in a steely grip and pinned her arms to her sides.
“No,” he said.
He gazed up at her, water dripping from his nose and chin.
“No?”
“That’s what I said.”
He sucked her beaded nipple into his mouth. His hot tongue rubbed against her sensitive flesh, drawing moans of pleasure from her. She struggled to release her wrists from his grip, wanting to bury her fingers in his hair, but he refused to set her free. She jerked her body away from his devilish tongue, changed her mind, and twisted to offer him her other breast.
When he didn’t immediately draw it into his mouth, she looked down at him. His devilish grin made her heart throb.
“Do you want me to suck this one, too?” He stroked her neglected nipple with the tip of his nose.
“Yes.”
“Yes?”
“Yes, please.”
He drew the flat of his tongue over her offered nipple and she shuddered.
“I think my work here is done.” He stood straight and released her wrists.
“Oh no it’s not.” She threw her body against his, her fingers tangling in the wet strands of his hair, her mouth seeking his in a desperate kiss. He kissed her in return, while drawing the bodice of her dress to cover her breasts and zipping the garment at her back.
He pulled away all too soon. He looked up at the sky, blinking rain from his eyes. “I don’t think this rain is going to let up any time soon.” He retrieved the keys from his pocket and unlocked the car door. Before she could climb into the warm, dry interior of the car, he asked, “Have you changed your mind about going to L.A. with me yet?”
“Is that what this is about?”
“Nope. I just want you to want me really, really bad.”
“Mission accomplished.”
About Olivia Cunning:
Raised on hard rock music, award-winning author Olivia Cunning has been known to travel over a thousand miles to see a favorite band in concert. She lives in Quincy, Illinois, where she enjoys sitting on the beach with her feet in the surf and penning naughty books about rock stars.
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I really have no idea where in the h*ll to start this review. Crave Me crushed me. It wrecked me. But in the most devastatingly yet beautiful way.
With every book in this series, my heart was racked harder and harder each time. I swear my heart can’t anymore. This book gutted me completely – and I didn’t think that was possible after the previous book.
“You’re signing your life away to the devil, and you don’t even fucking realize it.”
As with all her books, Crave Me deals with some really messed up situations and problems that truly exist. And she doesn’t sugarcoat a damn thing – what is written, is truly what happens in life – the gritty, raw and ugly parts. Along with the beauty that comes from it. You can’t find a rainbow without weathering the horrific storm beforehand.
Crave Me is Austin’s story and let me tell you, it’s not a pretty one. Drugs make you a completely different person and an addict will never see that. Briggs (Daisy) is the only light in Austin’s life. She is his reason for finally living again – not just surviving. But an addict needs to want to heal for themselves, not for anyone else.
“You’re addicted to drugs, Austin.
And I’m addicted to you.
And our love is just as fucking toxic.”
My heart broke for Briggs. At the young age of 5, her life was wrecked and nothing was never the same. She carries so much guilt and yet she’s so strong. The sh*t she goes through would break most people. Yet she still moved forward and tried to find the beauty in everything around her.
Austin and Briggs story will rip you apart. You will see all their love and passion for one another along with their destruction, suffering and pain. These two go through a lot – highs, lows and everything in between. I felt every emotion that Austin and Briggs felt, there is no way I couldn’t. Monica wrote a heartbreakingly beautiful story. This is one story that you will find yourself craving and not being able to walk from til you finished it.
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Charlotte Lane was the tomboy who lived next door.
Eyes the color of the summer sky.
Mounds of curly blond hair.
A little bit of sassy and a whole lot of sweet.
She was my best friend. My confidant. My salvation.
But when circumstances tore us apart, it put more than just miles between us. I hated her. Blamed her for my worst nightmare. And I never wanted to see her again.
Then one wrong turn brought her back into my life and now she’s under my skin. In the midst of all the chaos surrounding us, she’s what’s changing me. Practically bringing me to my knees. Driving me to want to be a better man.
But nothing is ever easy.
And as our worlds begin to crumble…so do we.
Our bond withstood the test of time, but when the future brings the unexpected, it will either draw us closer or tear us apart.
Can we weather the storm?
Turn it Up
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© 2016 by Kim Karr
Jasper Storm
What kind of person willingly drives a thirty-six-foot racing machine at breakneck speed through ten-foot waves?
The kind that isn’t put off by the possibility of smashing his nose against the steering wheel if he has to come to an abrupt stop when racing around the track—that’s who.
Today though, Lake St. Clair tops out with uninhibiting two-foot waves at the most, and my speed is tempered by the amount of passengers on board.
Classic Beatles is playing from the speakers on deck. Drew is leaning back in the cushions of the wraparound benches behind me with a beer in his hand. Jake and Shannon are sitting up in the sun loungers on the bow, both also with brews in hand.
Sitting at the helm, Charlotte is standing next to me in a simple black bikini that shows so much skin it is driving me crazy, her mounds of blond curls blowing in the wind making my fingers itch to run through them, and her sunglasses preventing me from seeing her blue eyes. I wrap my arm around her and guide her to stand in front of me. “You take the wheel.”
“I haven’t driven a boat in years.”
Standing, I pull her even closer. My board shorts feeling tighter by the second. “It’s like riding a bike.”
Looking over her shoulder at me, she gives me a quick kiss on the cheek. “I’ll give it a try,” she says.
Just that slight touch of her lips ignites a fire that starts to flame through my veins. When she takes the wheel, my body is ablaze. Unable to keep my hands off her, I compromise my need to touch her by covering my hands over hers. The cast prohibiting me from making the full connection I’m craving. I hate that she still bears the mark of her attack. I shove that thought away.
It’s a beautiful day, sunny as fuck and not a cloud in sight. The wind has picked up a little the further out we go, and when the softness of her hair brushes against my neck, it sends a shiver racing down my spine.
Taking a seat in the captain’s chair, I pull her onto my lap. The slight curves of her body fit me perfectly. Unable to compromise any longer, discreetly, my hands roam her body. Sliding down her thighs, up her arms, tucking under the small fabric at her hips. I can’t help myself.
Ten minutes or so goes by as we pass over the water like it’s a sheet of glass. I kiss her—her neck, her throat, her jaw. Take a little nip at her shoulder and then soothe it with my tongue.
Concentrating on driving, I’m surprised when she unexpectedly tips her head back so we can kiss.
The instant douse of arousal I feel is unlike that from the small flirtatious moves I’ve been making. This is full-out sexuality. Our lips meet, softly, gingerly. She’s sitting on my thigh, and her ass is against my cock. She shifts a little and I groan softly against the wet slide of her tongue, and all the muscles in my body knot in sweet tension. The fire in my veins bursts into flames from the slight friction, and all I want is more. The pull and push of the connection we share seems to be growing stronger every time we’re together.
Unlatching her lips from mine, she turns back and focuses on the open water.
She feels it too.
The tightening in my cock, the rapid beat of my pulse, and the taste of her left on my tongue puts me into a state of overdrive. I hold onto her fingers, squeeze them, press my naked chest to her bare back, and try to temper my need for her.
Taking what I can, I then inhale a deep breath. Unable to calm the storm raging inside me, I know I have to take action. This isn’t a storm of conflict, this is one of pure male need. “You have to stand up,” I murmur into her ear.
Again, she tips her head back. “Why?”
“You know why.”
The little vixen shifts a little more and grinds a little harder against my cock.
“Behave,” I growl and quickly stand up, bringing her with me, and then I ease up on the throttle and put the cabin cruiser in neutral.
“What’s going on? Jake asks.
I switch the engine off. “Taking a quick dip,” I tell him as I narrow my eyes at Charlotte.
She shrugs all innocent like.
“Remind me to spank you later,” I whisper in her ear.
Surprisingly, I see a thrill in her eyes.
Waggling my brows at her, my little problem is only growing, so I quickly hop up to the side of the boat and dive into the lake. The water is fucking freezing out this far and just what I need. For now anyway.
Splash. Splash.
Find out where it all began in…
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I live in Florida with my husband and four kids. I’ve always had a love for reading books and writing. Being an English major in college, I wanted to teach at the college level but that was not to be. I went on to receive an MBA and became a project manager until quitting to raise my family. I currently work part-time with my husband and full-time embracing one of my biggest passions—writing.
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She holds my gaze for a moment and something passes over her. Regret, maybe. Then she nods. “Sit down. Let’s work.”
And so we do. And for the first time in a long time, it’s strained. I’m about to suggest maybe we need the Estonian vodka anyway when she lets out an exasperated sigh over something she’s reading.
It happens to be something I wrote.
“What?” I ask, wondering what I did wrong.
She gives me the the ‘are you kidding me?’look. “Okay, I was ignoring it earlier but I think you need to get a grip on some of this shit. This simply does not happen.”
“Explain, please.”
“I just think it’s unrealistic for there to be so much talking, let alone the fact that the first time they do it it’s in a public place.”
“Too much talking?”
“Yeah.” she scans over the document. “You know, give me your cock, oh you feel so good, harder, harder, you’re so big, fuck me harder big boy.”
“Have you even had good sex?” I ask incredulously.
She flinches. “Of course I have. And it’s none of your business.”
“We’re writing about sex. It’s completely my business. I’m not letting you interject your edits based on your personal experiences about sex because believe me, if the sex is good, you’re moaning my name.”
She raises her chin. “Maybe all those girls were faking it.”
Oh, brilliant.
“Excuse me?” I say, hands pressed against the table, nearly getting out of my chair. “You have no idea. I pride myself in giving a girl as many bloody orgasms as she can handle.”
“Bloody orgasms don’t sound like fun,” she jokes softly.
“They can be if you’re into knife play,” I tell her, even though that’s not exactly what I meant. Still, she scrunches up her nose. “Don’t knock it until you try it, but that’s neither here nor there. When you were with Alan, he must have made you come at least a few times.”
If he didn’t, I feel like finding the guy and showing him a thing or two for wasting four years of her life.
“Yeah,” she says flatly.
“And in the middle of that orgasm, didn’t you want to yell a few things?”
“Sometimes.”
“And why didn’t you?”
She looks at her nails as if they’re suddenly fascinating. “It didn’t seem right. It was…too intimate. I would have felt dumb. He didn’t like any of that stuff.”
The plot thickens. “Any of what stuff?”
“Sex that didn’t involve the missionary position or the bed.”
My mouth drops open. My brain and penis can’t compute this. “I feel so sorry for you.”
We must remedy this.
She glares at me. “It’s not like I didn’t want to do it. I did. And he did try it. Most of it. But it always went back to the same old.”
I knew it. She’s a nerd on the streets and a freak in the sheets.
“I don’t mean to brag,” I tell her in all seriousness. “But you do realize that I could give you an orgasm in thirty seconds.”
Her eyes widen. I can’t tell if she’s horrified or intrigued. “I don’t believe you and I don’t want you to try.”
She’s not getting it. I frown, trying to explain. “If you’re having good sex and it’s with someone you’re comfortable with, you won’t worry about holding back. You’ll cry out all the nonsense you want, you’ll make noises like a pig and scream like you’re on fire because you truly can’t have a good orgasm unless you’re letting go on all accounts.” I lean back in my chair and study her, running my fingers along my jaw. “I would venture that every time you came with your ex, you were only experiencing half of what you should have been. How is it with your vibrators?”
I expect her to tell me to fuck off, that I’m getting too personal but to my surprise she gives me a small smile. “It’s better. But I do have a roommate with exceptionally good hearing.” She clears her throat. “Anyway, so I guess I’m wrong. The heroine can make all the noise she wants.”
“And have first time sex in public.”
“I don’t know…”
“Believe me, when you finally get a chance to fuck, you don’t care where it is. That’s why I always have a condom in my pocket. And the more public the sex, the sneakier you have to be, the hotter it is.”
“But in the book you would never get caught.”
“You don’t always get caught in real life too.”
I can see she wants to ask me where I’ve done it but she loses her nerve. “Okay.” She looks back to the document. “I accept defeat.”
But I don’t want her to. I want to prove to her I’m right and not have her take my word.
Is there a non-creepy way to show her just how amazing good sex can feel? I’m thinking not.
Or…maybe there is.
Karina Halle is a former travel writer and music journalist and The New York Times, Wall Street Journal and USA Today Bestselling author of The Pact, Racing the Sun, Sins & Needles and over 25 other wild and romantic reads. She lives on an island off the coast of British Columbia with her husband and her rescue pup, where she drinks a lot of wine, hikes a lot of trails and devours a lot of books.
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I grabbed his shoulder, pulling my new fiancé in for a kiss. “Fuck them. When you find true love, wasting time is pointless.”
“God, I love you.” Kyle crushed our lips together, pulling me on top of him.
After a few minutes of holding each other, Kyle’s alarm started going off on his phone. “Shit!” He shot up out of bed. “I’m going to be late for my shift.”
“But baby, we just got engaged. Call in sick so we can lay in bed all day and celebrate, maybe bust out the Kama Sutra and see if we can find something new to try.”
Pulling up his pants, Kyle made his way back over to the bed where I was trying my hardest to do a good pouting face. “I’ll be home before dinner. You find something you want to try and I will be all yours by sunset.”
He ran out of the house and I dove into the shower. Right as I was turning off the water and getting ready to towel off, Mags’ ringtone started blaring on the counter. I hopped out, excited to tell my best friend my amazing news.
“Hey Mags, guess what!” All I could hear was her sniffling and her light cries in the background. “Mags?”
“Hey, Cali. You had something to tell me?” Her voice was weak and shaking.
I wrapped my dripping body in a towel. “No, you first. I can wait.” She started bawling and howling into the phone. “What is it love?”
“Randy.” Her voice trembled.
“Yeah, what about Randy?” Panic started to settle in as a text from Mitch came through.
Mitch: You need to get to Mags’ house right now. Something is really wrong.
“Mags, hang on. I will be right over.”
You want to know more about me? Well, let’s see…
I am just an average twenty-something following my dreams. I have a full time “day job” and by night I am an author. I guess you could say that writing is like my super power (I always wanted one of those). I am the lover of wine, sushi, football and the ocean; that is when I am not wrapped up in the literary world.
A portion of all my profits are donated to The Marcie Mazzola Foundation.
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Norma Anders has always prided herself on her intelligence and determination. She climbed out of poverty, put herself through school and is now a chief financial advisor at Pierce Industries. She’s certainly a woman who won’t be topped. Not in business anyway.
But she’s pretty sure she’d like to be topped in the bedroom.
Unfortunately most men see independence and ambition in a woman and they run. Even her dominant boss, Hudson Pierce has turned down her advances, leaving her to fear that she will never find the lover she’s longing for.
Then the most unlikely candidate steps up. Boyd, her much-too-young and oh-so-hot assistant surprises her one night with bold suggestions and an authoritative demeanor he’s never shown her in the office.
It’s a bad idea…such a deliciously bad idea…but when Boyd takes the reins and leads her to sensual bliss she’s never known, the headstrong Norma can’t help but fall under his command.
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May 11th
2 Girls & Their Kindles – Review & Excerpt
SBB Reviews – Review & Excerpt
The Heathers Blog – Review
The Book Sirens – Review
Marieke’s Books – Review & Excerpt
My midnight fantasies – Excerpt
Reading Between the Wines Book Club – Excerpt
May 12th
V’s Reads – Review
A Naughty Book Fling – Review & Excerpt
The Smut-Brarians – Review & Excerpt
Bad boys and Bedtime stories book previews – Review & Excerpt
Book Starlets – Review & Excerpt
Reads All the Books – Excerpt
May 13th
Nice Ladies, Naughty Books – Excerpt
BexLOVESbooks – Review & Excerpt
Read-Love-Blog – Excerpt
Reviews from the Heart – Review & Excerpt
Shayna Renee’s Spicy Reads – Review & Excerpt
Read My Mind – Review & Excerpt
May 14th
Oh My Growing TBR – Review & Excerpt
JJ’s kinky books – Review & Excerpt
The Reading Cafe – Review & Excerpt
Liz’s Reading Life – Excerpt
Alphas Do It Better Book Blog – Excerpt
Becky on Books – Review & Excerpt
May 15th
Collector of book boyfriends – Review & Excerpt
Ramblings From This Chick – Review & Excerpt
SnoopyDoo’s Book Reviews – Excerpt
My YA NA Book Obsession – Review & Excerpt
We stole your book boyfriend – Excerpt
Books by Migs – Excerpt
May 16th
Bookaholics Not-So-Anonymous – Review & Excerpt
Beneath The Covers Blog – Review
JOJO THE BOOKAHOLIC – Review & Excerpt
BooksPieAndCoffee – Review
Romancing the Readers – Excerpt
Books 2 Blog – Review & Excerpt
Books According to Abby – Review & Excerpt
May 17th
Angelika blogja – Review
My Slanted Bookish Ramblings – Review
She Hearts Books – Review
The Book Boyfriend Addict – Review & Excerpt
Toot’s Book Reviews – Excerpt
Vagabonda Reads – Review & Excerpt
May 18th
Krista’s Dust Jacket – Review & Excerpt
Reading Keeps Me Sane – Review & Excerpt
Socially Awkward Book Nerd – Excerpt
Extreme Bookaholics – Excerpt
Pop Fizz Clink Read – Review
May 19th
G & T’s Indie Café – Excerpt
A Sky Full of Stars Blog – Review
Book Lovers Hangout – Review & Excerpt
NC 2 DC – Review & Excerpt
Two Book Pushers – Review
Four Chicks Flipping Pages – Review
May 20th
Alpha book club – Review & Excerpt
Written Revlery – Review
My Girlfriend’s Couch – Review & Excerpt
The Romance Reviews – Review
True Story Book Blog – Review & Excerpt
Recommended Reads – Review & Excerpt
About Laurelin Paige:
USA Today and New York Times Bestselling Author Laurelin Paige is a sucker for a good romance and gets giddy anytime there’s kissing, much to the embarrassment of her three daughters. Her husband doesn’t seem to complain, however. When she isn’t reading or writing sexy stories, she’s probably singing, watching Game of Thrones or The Walking Dead, or dreaming of Adam Levine. She’s also a proud member of Mensa International though she doesn’t do anything with the organization except use it as material for her bio. She is represented by Rebecca Friedman.