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Rapturous #Release #Blitz: Riske and Revenge by Natalie E. Wrye

Title: Riske and Revenge

Series: The Revenge Series

Author: Natalie E. Wrye

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Date: October 17, 2017

Blurb

Love is the strongest emotion in the world…next to hate.

I knew hate. Had known it since I was seventeen. For me, it was love turned on its head, a product of hurt and fear—twisted, tied up…and placed on the sculpted shoulders of Ethan Riske.

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Dayton, Tennessee.

Home to the best cow-tipping in the world, the biggest hot dogs, and the lousiest sex.

Or so I’d heard…

They were right about the first two. Ethan Riske proved them wrong about the third and at seventeen, he and I spent a summer under the stars, squeezing our way out of trouble, sweating and panting among the haystacks.

Until he left.

Nine years later, when a huge publishing house tries to buy my small press, I storm into the office of the CEO to find him.

Same cocky grin. Different name.

And suddenly all I can think about is exacting revenge on Ethan Riske for breaking his contract…and my heart.

But there’s someone who wants revenge even more than I do. As I begin to fall for the new Ethan, will the sins of the old one come back to haunt us?

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Prologue
“I hope you taste as good as you smell.”
The sound drifted through the air. A slow, sensuous melody floated with it, and as both made their way through the room, the beat of the song and the quiet statement I just heard rattled the bourbon in my hand, making the ice cubes shake.
Or maybe I was the one shaking.
I couldn’t help it.
Griff was poking a hole in my ribs with his elbow, and as the lips that had just whispered in my ear withdrew, I could see the look on my “best man’s” face. He was essentially salivating, his tongue practically swinging as he took in the vision of the woman who was speaking in my ear… and laying a seductive path in my open lap.
She stood, her long legs stretching, her bare torso twisting as she rolled the shape of an “S” in the air with her body, swaying seductively to the music. She was toned… that was obvious. A tight package with tits too big to be real, the buxom blonde in front of me was the object of every man’s wet-dream, star of every cock-swinger’s fantasy…
Except mine.
But she was doing her best. Clad in a piece of cloth that barely covered her clearly cleanly-waxed pussy, she ground her pretty ass two inches from my face while every other man in the room fought the urge to put their fingers all over her. My best friend, included. He nudged my side for the ninetieth time.
“Fuck me, man,” he slurred. “If she was doing that to me, I’d be two seconds from putting my finger in her ass.” He smirked widely and wildly.
“Good thing you aren’t me,” I shot back quietly, leaning over to look into his face. “That’d be a felony, you crazy ass.” I finally smiled. “And the last time I checked you didn’t fuck strippers because ‘and I quote…  ‘Who knows how many other items have been in those goddamned holes?'”
I threw Griff’s own words back at him with a silent grin.
“Doesn’t matter,” he declared, staring at the stripper in front of me for the thousandth time. “For her?” He swallowed another mouthful of scotch. “I’d make an exception.”
I glared at the beautiful blonde again. Because Griff was right. The exotic dancer… She might have been one of the best looking I’d ever seen. Maybe the best. She was tall, long-legged. Gorgeous… in the porn star sense, of course, with a wide, luscious mouth made for licking and sucking in only the most erotic of ways.
She licked her lips at me as if she wanted to make good on the promise she’d just whispered, and I had no doubt when she looked at me, her brown doe-like eyes wide, that—if she could, she would devour me until nothing was left. Until she drained every drop.
Unfortunately, for her, I wasn’t interested.
She tried to drag me to my feet, her tiny fingers wrapping around my own, pulling as she walked backwards in the direction of the edge of the room. The overhead maroon lights illuminating the space in our black-curtain closed boudoir made her look as naughty as every word dripping from her blood-red mouth, and Bambi the Bimbo was putting on her best pout to entice me into joining her towards whatever dirty fun lay in the dark room beyond this one.
All of the men—friend and foe—whooped as I slowly dragged myself to my feet, stumbling and fumbling over the discarded decorations that littered the floor. Streamers and “Congratulations” ribbons ran the length of the room, taking up space between the cloth-covered tables, and I staggered past them, barely holding onto my Bourbon as I followed stolidly behind the too-excited dancer who nearly bounced on her platform-covered toes.
With the push of another curtain, we fell into another room, and I let my body flounce on the dark-colored couches beyond it, slumping into the padded cushions. I took a healthy swig of my drink and sank my fingers into the seat beneath, wondering how many stains these comfortable sofas had really seen.
The drunker I got, the more it didn’t matter. Ignorance truly was bliss.
And so was the sensation making its way down my crotch—a gentle rubbing that circled the length of my cock through the fabric of my suit pants. From the tip to the very base. I groaned, closing my eyes as I saw a vision in my mind. A vision too good to be true.
A vision almost ten years old.
Waves of dark hair fell to a waist too tiny to be anything but touched. Shiny and soft, the beautiful brown mane swept across my chest, against my shirt, as two eyes, a crystal-clear blue, peeked from beneath the strands, as round and as large as saucers. In my mind, they met mine, saying things that couldn’t be vocalized, voicing words that need not be said.
They seduced in the most innocent of ways, waylaying me, pulling at a possessiveness in me I didn’t know existed. The blue eyes smiled. The smile beneath them was even better—wicked, as it dipped to my abdomen and pressed there, making me ache, causing my cock to strain against the inconvenient zipper located there.
How many times had I imagined those lips doing exactly that? That tongue licking out beneath those straight white teeth to lap at my skin, the edge of her mouth nipping at the most sensitive parts of me? It was torture—letting her tease me, taking me to the brink and back again as she swept that sheet of auburn locks over my body as she bent to her knees. I sucked in a breath soaked in desire as I waited for her to place her mouth where it mattered most.
And then it stopped. The teasing. She stopped.
And before I knew it, she was pulling—no, ripping—at my pants. The top button popped, and suddenly my cock was between her hands, her lips. She sank her mouth around it with a sigh, sucking with delight. The sexiest slurp ever made to man escaped from between her teeth, and I nearly lost it, grinding my own teeth as I gripped the back of her head, my eyelids squeezing tight enough to ache.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” I muttered. Over and over and over again.
It was fucking amazing. Something so simple—someone so simple, sweet and secretly naughty could bring a stubborn fucker like me—CEO and all—to his Giorgio Armani-covered knees.
I came… with my cock in her mouth and her name on my mind. I leaned back even further, letting my head fall into the cushions.
“Fuck, Kat…” I mumbled, feeling way too fucked up to move, the liquor coursing through my veins as I came down from my high, my fingers reaching out to touch her once more.
But she backed away.
“Kat?” she said, rising to her feet. “Who the fuck is Kat?”
I opened my eyes, staring at the figure fumbling around in front of me. It was the blonde vixen—the stripper. Standing on shaky legs, she wobbled between my legs, locking me with a stare, her eyes hard and unblinking. She placed her hands on her tiny hips.
“Who the hell is Kat?”
As if she was outraged. As if she had any right to question whatever the fuck I was doing anyway. I ignored her with a shrug, stowing my dick back in my pants with a loud zip! I finished my drink and sat it down.
“Ohhhh… I get it,” the blonde blower hissed. “She must be your fiancé. Well… I guarantee you that she’s never made you come like that. That was epic, baby,” she sighed, trying to straddle me. Her pussy was peeking completely out of her barely-there panties this time, and she tried to rub it across me, sliding her pink slit across the front of my pants with a slow grind.
I almost pushed her off. I stood.
“There is no fiancee,” I rumbled.
“But I thought…”
“My friends,” I interrupted, “thought it’d be funny to celebrate my new position. They said it was fitting… seeing as how I’m now married to my job. This isn’t a real bachelor party. And that wasn’t a real blow-job…”
She raised an eyebrow. “Certainly felt real to me.”
I pulled out my wallet, taking out a couple hundred dollar bills and putting them in the palm of her hand. I folded her fingers around them, looking into her eyes.
“Can’t be real… Not when you’re thinking about someone else the entire time.”
I turned just as the fair-haired, breathing blow-up doll gaped. I pulled the black curtain aside, exiting, attempting to avoid the curious gaze of every onlooking employee that came to the party to usher me into my new executive role.
My smile was weak, as I tried to shake off what just happened to me in the other room… and who I was imagining it happening with. Somehow, it was the brunette in my head, and not the blonde on my lap, that felt as if she were still on my skin.
I was in so much fucking trouble.
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Natalie Wrye is a tequila connoisseur, Game of Thrones addict and author best known for writing page-turning Contemporary Romance and Romantic Suspense.

A fan of the beautifully polarizing anti-hero, she crafts sexy stories about hard-bodied, complex men and the strong-willed women who crave them.

She loves it when people get weird with her on Facebook, NatalieWrye.com orNatalie@NatalieWrye.com.

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#NewRelease House of Payne: Max by Stacy Gail @ejbookpromos #giveaway

Title: House of Payne: Max
Series: House of Payne
Author: Stacy Gail
Genre: Contemporary Erotic Romance
Release Date: October 16, 2017

TRIGGER WARNING: This book contains flashbacks of violence and drug abuse, and the impact of these factors on family members. If you have issues with these elements, this book is not for you.

Chicago’s premiere tattoo studio, House Of Payne, is across the street from the Mad Cow diner, but it might as well be on another planet as far as waitress Paradise Simone is concerned. She’s a good girl from Waukegan with a past she’d rather forget, and a future that goes only as far as the next day. What does she know about superstars and paparazzi?

But Pari does know danger when she sees it, and tattooist Max Kulagin has it written all over him. A proper Waukegan girl should know to steer well clear, but she can’t resist Max when he leaves beautiful, intimate art sketched out on cheap diner napkins.

Beautiful, intimate art…of her.

Max knows ugliness. He was born in it. Raised in it. Had it shoved down his throat every goddamn day. So when he stumbles across true beauty, he worships it. There’s a deep sensuality in the waitress who likes to suck on her pen whenever he’s around, and he’s just the man to bring that beauty out in her. She might be a lady in the street, but one look at Pari tells him she’s going to be a freak in the bed.

And in the shower.

And while he’s driving with her head going to town in his lap.

The life Max leads might be in the spotlight, but it’s Pari who gets caught in the glare. When her past catches up to her, it’s her life that holds all the excitement, and not in a good way. But there’s no force on earth that can take Max’s beautiful Paradise away now that he’s finally found it.

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A competitive figure skater from the age of eight, Stacy Gail wrote stories between events to pass the time. By fourteen, she told her parents she was either going to be a skating coach who was also a romance writer, or a romance writer who was also a skating pro. Now with a day job of playing on the ice with her students, and writing everything from PNR and cyberpunk to contemporary romance at night, both dreams have come true.

 

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Bombastic #BookBlitz: The Cutting Room Floor by Dawn Klehr

The Cutting Room Floor
Dawn Klehr
Publication date: October 13th 2017
Genres: Mystery, Thriller, Young Adult

Behind-the-scenes secrets could turn deadly for Desmond and Riley

Life in the Heights has never been easy for seventeen-year-old Riley Frost, but when she’s publicly dumped and outed at the same time, she becomes an immediate social outcast at her high school. So Riley swears off romance and throws herself into solving the shocking murder of her favorite teacher, Ms. Dunn.

Riley turns to her best friend, budding filmmaker Desmond Brandt, for help. What she doesn’t know is that Dez has been secretly directing her life, blackmailing her friends, and hoping his manipulations will make her love him. When his schemes go too far, Dez’s web of lies threatens to destroy both of their lives.

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Dawn Klehr is the author of the young adult thrillers: The Cutting Room Floor and If You Wrong Us.

She began her career in TV news and though she’s been on both sides of the camera, she prefers to lurk behind the lens. Mostly, she loves to get lost in stories –in film, the theater, or on the page – and is a sucker for both the sinister and the sappy. She’s currently channeling her dark side as she works on her next book.

Dawn lives in the Twin Cities with her funny husband, adorable son, and naughty dog.

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Bombastic #BookBlitz: Obsession by Vivian Wood

Obsession
Vivian Wood
(Addicted To You, #2)
Publication date: October 9th 2017
Genres: Adult, Romance

From Wall Street Journal and USA Today Best Selling Author Vivian Wood

Secrets can kill.

Harper wanted Sean to dominate her, to degrade her… and she loved every second of it. Every hot, gasping-for-breath, clenching-the-sheets moment. She loved to have him looming over her, dictating her every move. She got off on it.

But now it’s too real. Their relationship has gotten complicated and dark, fast.

For Sean, Harper is more than just a good f*ck. She’s quickly becoming an obsession. When she pulls him from the fire yet again, he can’t pretend that she’s not the center of his world.

But Harper’s got secrets too, and hers are twice as deadly. When she finally starts to unravel, they will both have to find a way to save themselves — and each other — if they want to stay together.

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Sean​ ​woke​ ​up​ ​late,​ ​aware​ ​from​ ​the​ ​way​ ​the​ ​sun​ ​poured​ ​through​ ​the​ ​window​ ​that​ ​it​ ​was close​ ​to​ ​mid-day.​ ​Sean​ ​groaned​ ​and​ ​checked​ ​his​ ​phone.​ ​Almost​ ​eleven.

He​ ​hadn’t​ ​heard​ ​Harper​ ​at​ ​all.​ ​Normally,​ ​he​ ​was​ ​woken​ ​up​ ​by​ ​her​ ​grinding​ ​of​ ​smoothies in​ ​the​ ​morning​ ​for​ ​her​ ​pre-gym​ ​protein.​ ​Sean​ ​pulled​ ​himself​ ​out​ ​of​ ​bed​ ​and​ ​adjusted​ ​his morning​ ​erection.​ ​Already,​ ​dreams​ ​of​ ​the​ ​previous​ ​night​ ​escaped​ ​him,​ ​but​ ​he​ ​knew​ ​they were​ ​all​ ​Harper.​ ​They​ ​always​ ​were.

“Hey,”​ ​he​ ​said​ ​as​ ​he​ ​opened​ ​his​ ​bedroom​ ​door.​ ​She​ ​was​ ​curled​ ​up​ ​on​ ​the​ ​couch.​ ​A​ ​book rested​ ​on​ ​her​ ​knees.

“Hi,”​ ​she​ ​said.​ ​For​ ​once,​ ​the​ ​smile​ ​that​ ​spread​ ​across​ ​her​ ​face​ ​was​ ​easy​ ​and​ ​natural.​ ​It was​ ​the​ ​first​ ​time​ ​since​ ​they’d​ ​moved​ ​in​ ​together.

“You​ ​haven’t​ ​eaten?”​ ​he​ ​asked.

She​ ​shook​ ​her​ ​head.​ ​“Not​ ​in​ ​the​ ​mood​ ​for​ ​a​ ​smoothie,”​ ​she​ ​said. “How​ ​about​ ​brunch?”

“Okay,”​ ​she​ ​said.

He​ ​made​ ​his​ ​way​ ​to​ ​the​ ​kitchen.​ ​Yesterday,​ ​when​ ​she​ ​asked​ ​him​ ​to​ ​cook​ ​for​ ​her,​ ​it​ ​was​ ​a sign.​ ​That​ ​was​ ​his​ ​way​ ​back​ ​to​ ​her.​ ​Sean​ ​pulled​ ​out​ ​the​ ​half-dozen​ ​eggs​ ​from​ ​the​ ​fridge and​ ​the​ ​packet​ ​of​ ​English​ ​muffins.​ ​He​ ​cracked​ ​the​ ​shells​ ​and​ ​started​ ​to​ ​whisk​ ​egg​ ​yolks with​ ​lemon​ ​juice​ ​in​ ​a​ ​stainless​ ​steel​ ​bowl​ ​for​ ​the​ ​hollandaise​ ​sauce.

He​ ​heated​ ​a​ ​saucepan​ ​with​ ​a​ ​thin​ ​layer​ ​of​ ​water.​ ​As​ ​he​ ​drizzled​ ​in​ ​butter​ ​and​ ​watched the​ ​sauce​ ​thicken​ ​and​ ​double​ ​in​ ​size,​ ​he​ ​sensed​ ​Harper​ ​behind​ ​him.​ ​Afraid​ ​to​ ​say anything,​ ​worried​ ​that​ ​it​ ​might​ ​scare​ ​her​ ​away,​ ​he​ ​reached​ ​for​ ​the​ ​salt​ ​and​ ​cayenne. “Are​ ​you​ ​making​ ​eggs​ ​benedict?”​ ​she​ ​asked.

“Yeah.”

“I​ ​didn’t​ ​know​ ​people​ ​actually​ ​made​ ​that.”

He​ ​laughed​ ​as​ ​he​ ​started​ ​to​ ​brown​ ​the​ ​bacon​ ​in​ ​a​ ​skillet.​ ​“Did​ ​you​ ​think​ ​they​ ​just appeared?”

“I​ ​don’t​ ​know!”​ ​she​ ​said.​ ​He​ ​handed​ ​her​ ​two​ ​English​ ​muffins​ ​to​ ​toast.​ ​“I​ ​thought​ ​they were​ ​really​ ​hard.​ ​Like,​ ​only​ ​chefs​ ​made​ ​them.”

“They’re​ ​not​ ​hard,”​ ​he​ ​said.​ ​He​ ​broke​ ​another​ ​egg​ ​into​ ​the​ ​water​ ​and​ ​reduced​ ​the​ ​heat​ ​to a​ ​simmer.

“How​ ​do​ ​you​ ​know​ ​when​ ​they’re​ ​done?”​ ​she​ ​asked.​ ​Harper​ ​peered​ ​into​ ​the​ ​pan. “Practice,”​ ​he​ ​said.

“Thanks.”

“About​ ​three​ ​and​ ​a​ ​half​ ​minutes,”​ ​he​ ​said.​ ​“Watch​ ​for​ ​the​ ​egg​ ​white​ ​to​ ​set​ ​but​ ​the​ ​yolk should ​​still​​ be ​​soft.”​​He​​ removed​​ one​​ of ​​the ​​eggs ​w​ith​​ a ​​slotted​​ spoon​​ and ​​let ​​it ​​drain over​ ​a​ ​paper​ ​towel.​ ​As​ ​he​ ​carefully​ ​assembled​ ​the​ ​benedict​ ​and​ ​spooned​ ​the​ ​poached​ ​egg on​ ​top​ ​of​ ​the​ ​bacon,​ ​he​ ​seasoned​ ​both​ ​plates​ ​with​ ​salt​ ​and​ ​pepper.​ ​Finally,​ ​with​ ​the hollandaise​ ​poured​ ​over​ ​them​ ​and​ ​a​ ​garnish​ ​of​ ​chopped​ ​parsley,​ ​he​ ​handed​ ​Harper​ ​her place.

She​ ​looked​ ​at​ ​it​ ​like​ ​it​ ​was​ ​a​ ​science​ ​experiment.​ ​Sean​ ​could​ ​see​ ​numbers​ ​and calculations​ ​flying​ ​across​ ​her​ ​face.​ ​“Just​ ​try​ ​it,”​ ​he​ ​said​ ​gently.​ ​“It’s​ ​good​ ​for​ ​you.”

He​ ​ushered​ ​her​ ​towards​ ​a​ ​seat​ ​at​ ​the​ ​kitchen​ ​island​ ​and​ ​kept​ ​an​ ​eye​ ​on​ ​her​ ​while​ ​he​ ​put more​ ​bacon​ ​into​ ​the​ ​pan​ ​and​ ​pulled​ ​out​ ​the​ ​pancake​ ​mix.​ ​“You’re​ ​making​ ​more?”​ ​she asked,​ ​her​ ​eyes​ ​wide.

“You​ ​haven’t​ ​had​ ​breakfast​ ​or​ ​lunch,​ ​have​ ​you?”

She​ ​didn’t​ ​answer,​ ​but​ ​when​ ​he​ ​pushed​ ​the​ ​freshly​ ​cooked​ ​bacon​ ​onto​ ​her​ ​plate,​ ​she made​ ​a​ ​face​ ​and​ ​started​ ​blotting​ ​at​ ​them.​ ​“How​ ​many​ ​calories​ ​are​ ​in​ ​bacon?”​ ​she​ ​asked. “Does​ ​it​ ​really​ ​matter?​ ​Just​ ​enjoy​ ​it.”

She​ ​gave​ ​him​ ​a​ ​look​ ​like​ ​a​ ​surly​ ​teenager.​ ​He​ ​watched​ ​her​ ​as​ ​she​ ​nibbled​ ​on​ ​everything, going​ ​at​ ​the​ ​egg​ ​whites​ ​with​ ​more​ ​gusto​ ​than​ ​anything​ ​else.​ ​When​ ​the​ ​first​ ​batch​ ​of pancakes​ ​were​ ​done,​ ​he​ ​started​ ​to​ ​check​ ​on​ ​a​ ​dry​ ​piece​ ​with​ ​his​ ​hands​ ​and​ ​forked​ ​two onto​ ​her​ ​plate,​ ​but​ ​Harper​ ​shook​ ​her​ ​head​ ​vehemently.​ ​“No​ ​more,”​ ​she​ ​said.

He​ ​sighed​ ​and​ ​looked​ ​at​ ​her​ ​plate.​ ​For​ ​her,​ ​she’d​ ​ate​ ​a​ ​decent​ ​amount,​ ​though​ ​it​ ​still wasn’t​ ​nearly​ ​enough​ ​to​ ​count​ ​as​ ​sustenance.

“You​ ​interested​ ​in​ ​working​ ​out​ ​together​ ​again?”​ ​she​ ​asked.

“I​ ​don’t​ ​know.​ ​Maybe,”​ ​he​ ​said.​ ​“It’s​ ​Sunday.​ ​I​ ​thought​ ​maybe​ ​we​ ​could​ ​lounge​ ​on​ ​the couch​ ​and​ ​watch​ ​a​ ​movie​ ​first.​ ​We​ ​can​ ​decide​ ​if​ ​we​ ​want​ ​to​ ​work​ ​out​ ​later.”

“Okay,”​ ​she​ ​said​ ​reluctantly.

“Hey.​ ​How​ ​about​ ​you​ ​choose​ ​the​ ​movie?”

“Really?”​ ​she​ ​asked,​ ​brightening.

“Go​ ​on,​ ​I’ll​ ​clean​ ​up.”

Harper​ ​rushed​ ​to​ ​the​ ​living​ ​room​ ​while​ ​he​ ​rinsed​ ​the​ ​dishes​ ​and​ ​loaded​ ​the​ ​dishwasher. By​ ​the​ ​time​ ​he​ ​made​ ​it​ ​to​ ​the​ ​living​ ​room,​ ​she​ ​had​ ​​Mean​ ​Girls​ ​​queued​ ​up​ ​on​ ​Netflix. “Seriously?”​ ​he​ ​asked.

“You​ ​said​ ​I​ ​could​ ​choose.”​ ​She​ ​pulled​ ​a​ ​face​ ​that​ ​dared​ ​him​ ​to​ ​disagree.

They​ ​sat​ ​on​ ​opposite​ ​ends​ ​of​ ​the​ ​couch​ ​like​ ​armies​ ​readying​ ​for​ ​battle.​ ​Eventually, Harper​ ​propped​ ​her​ ​feet​ ​up​ ​on​ ​the​ ​couch,​ ​taking​ ​up​ ​two-thirds​ ​of​ ​it.​ ​“You​ ​want​ ​a​ ​foot rub?”​ ​Sean​ ​asked.

She​ ​looked​ ​startled,​ ​but​ ​bit​ ​her​ ​lip​ ​and​ ​nodded.

He​ ​started​ ​at​ ​her​ ​perfectly​ ​white​ ​feet,​ ​cold​ ​to​ ​the​ ​touch.​ ​Sean​ ​warmed​ ​them,​ ​surprised​ ​at the​ ​softness—especially​ ​with​ ​all​ ​the​ ​working​ ​out​ ​and​ ​those​ ​insanely​ ​high​ ​heels​ ​she​ ​wore. When​ ​he​ ​worked​ ​his​ ​way​ ​to​ ​her​ ​bare​ ​calves,​ ​she​ ​didn’t​ ​react.​ ​The​ ​rolled-up​ ​boxers​ ​she wore​ ​as​ ​pajama​ ​bottoms​ ​had​ ​hiked​ ​up​ ​so​ ​high​ ​that​ ​his​ ​hands​ ​had​ ​miles​ ​of​ ​flesh​ ​to explore.

Sean​ ​reached​ ​her​ ​thigh​ ​and​ ​she​ ​squirmed.​ ​When​ ​he​ ​raised​ ​his​ ​eyes​ ​to​ ​hers,​ ​there​ ​was​ ​a hunger​ ​in​ ​there​ ​he​ ​hadn’t​ ​seen​ ​in​ ​weeks.​ ​She​ ​lunged​ ​at​ ​him.​ ​Her​ ​lips​ ​met​ ​his​ ​as​ ​her​ ​arms snaked​ ​around​ ​his​ ​neck.

Without​ ​thinking,​ ​he​ ​kissed​ ​her​ ​back.​ ​Harper’s​ ​hand​ ​twisted​ ​around​ ​the​ ​front​ ​of​ ​his tee-shirt​ ​and​ ​she​ ​pulled​ ​him​ ​closer.​ ​That​ ​kind​ ​of​ ​desire,​ ​that​ dominance,​ ​was​ ​new​ ​in​ ​her. Any​ ​other​ ​time,​ ​he’d​ ​despise​ ​it,​ ​but​ ​something​ ​about​ ​it​ ​being​ ​her​ ​made​ ​him​ ​harden instantly.

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Vivian​ ​likes​ ​to​ ​write​ ​about​ ​troubled,​ ​deeply​ ​flawed​ ​alpha​ ​males​ ​and​ ​the​ ​fiery,​ ​kick-ass

women​ ​who​ ​bring​ ​them​ ​to​ ​their​ ​knees.

Vivian’s​ ​lasting​ ​motto​ ​in​ ​romance​ ​is​ ​a​ ​quote​ ​from​ ​a​ ​favorite​ ​song:​ ​”Soulmates​ ​never​ ​die.”

Be​ ​sure​ ​to​ ​follow​ ​Vivian​ ​through​ ​her​ ​Vivian’s​ ​Vixens​ ​mailing​ ​list​ ​or​ ​Facebook​ ​group​ ​to keep​ ​up​ ​with​ ​all​ ​the​ ​awesome​ ​giveaways,​ ​author​ ​videos,​ ​ARC​ ​opportunities,​ ​and​ ​more!

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Bombastic #BookBlitz: Meeting His Match by Shannyn Schroeder

Meeting His Match
Shannyn Schroeder
Publication date: October 12th 2017
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance

Malcolm “Mac” Sterling has one goal: take over the family matchmaking business. His final obstacle? Host his family’s new dating show and prove he can help each contestant find true love. One catch. Mac’s meddling mother has approved a co-host, a so-called expert who seems impervious to his charms. Now he could lose everything, because if his co-host proves she’s the better matchmaker, he can say goodbye to his legacy.

Natalie “Gem” Hale never intended for her alter ego as an online dating expert to get her the opportunity of a lifetime—or for that opportunity to come with a co-host who’s as infuriating as he is tempting. But she didn’t get this far by backing down from a challenge. All she has to do is keep her secret identity a secret.

Except as sparks fly and the competition heats up, Mac realizes his co-host is hiding something. He’s just got to figure out what.

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Mac paced through the reception area waiting for Bradley Winford and this Gem person. He’d yet to get a last name on the woman. He tried sitting on one of the armchairs but was too restless. He’d asked Paul to come to the meeting, but he’d had other clients to deal with. As Mac made another circuit through the room, cursing himself for his need to arrive everywhere early, the front door opened and Gem strode through, looking a little harried.

Once inside, she smoothed a hand over her hair and down her dress, which was blue, a shade darker than her eyes. The front dipped low, but not immodestly so. She rolled her lips together and trekked on crazy high heels to the receptionist’s desk. She was told to have a seat, the same way he’d been.

She sat on a chair, her back stiff and hands folded in her lap. Briefly closing her eyes, she inhaled deeply and when she reopened them, her gaze met his. Her left eyebrow quirked but didn’t make it to a full arch. Her lips moved incrementally into a smile. Then she shot her gaze downward.

Shifting on the chair, she angled her body and crossed her legs. She knew exactly how to draw a man’s eye, he’d give her that. Eyelids lowered slowly and then she glanced up at him again, barely making eye contact.

Was she seriously hitting on him?

When she brushed her hair off her shoulder—not quite a flip—he confirmed it. She was flirting. He stayed rooted to his spot, afraid to continue his pacing because then he might miss something good. Slipping his hands in his pants pockets, he rocked back on his heels waiting for her next move.

Really, if this was the best she had, he truly had no worries about competing against her.

When he didn’t respond to another smile or a too-obvious bend at the waist to reveal cleavage, she stood. She strode with a slow, hip-swaying swagger to where he stood and pointed at the poster behind him. “Have you ever seen this show?”

Her voice was low and slightly husky. In the right room at the right time, it was the kind of sound that would’ve had an effect on him. He ran his tongue over his teeth and looked at the poster.

“No, I’ve never seen it.”

“Too bad. I was hoping you could tell me if it’s worth binging.” She reached in her purse and pulled out a pack of gum, offering him a piece.

He shook his head but continued to watch her. She slowly folded the stick of gum on her pink tongue and when she reached around him to toss the wrapper in the trashcan, she not too subtly brushed against his arm.

“Excuse me,” she whispered. When she straightened, she extended her hand. “Hi, I’m—”

“Good, you’re here.” Bradley Winford’s voice boomed through the room.

Gem turned, smile bright. “Mr. Winford, good to see you again.”

Winford shook her hand a little too vigorously. “I see you’ve met Malcolm.”

What Mac wouldn’t have given to see her face.

“Who?” she asked.

Brad pointed to him. “Malcolm Sterling, your competition for the show.”

Slowly, she turned and the look on her face was even more priceless than he’d imagined.

Mac stepped forward. “Malcolm Sterling from Everyday Love.”

A flash of something came across her face, her mask slipping. It wasn’t just surprise. There was something else there. Quickly, she schooled her features back into the flirt. It seemed to be the only thing she did quickly. She shook his hand and offered a brief smile.

“Nice to meet you, Malcolm. Gem.”

Brad clapped his hands. “Let’s get this started, shall we?”

Gem turned and followed Brad. Mac fell into step beside her.

“My friends call me Mac.”

“Excuse me?”

“Only my mother calls me Malcolm.”

“That would’ve been useful information to have, oh, say, ten minutes ago. You obviously knew who I was the minute I walked in.” Her voice came out a sharp whisper so Brad couldn’t hear.

“I did,” he admitted.

“Any reason you didn’t introduce yourself?”

“I was enjoying your flirting techniques.”

She shook her head and stepped into the conference room. She waited until Brad took a seat and took the one directly across from him. Mac chose the seat beside her.

She shot him a look of irritation.

Suddenly Mac decided this adventure might not be so boring after all.

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Author Bio:

Shannyn Schroeder is the author of the O’Learys series, contemporary romances centered around a large Irish-American family in Chicago and the Hot & Nerdy series about 3 nerdy friends finding love. Her new series (For Your Love) currently has 3 titles out – Under Your Skin, In Your Arms and Through Your Eyes. When she’s not wrangling her three kids or writing, she watches a ton of TV and loves to bake cookies. Find out more at: http://www.ShannynSchroeder.com

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Title: Nightshade
Author: Molly McAdams
Series: A Redemption Novel
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Releasing November 14th, 2017

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“Seductive and addicting, she just keeps getting better and better!” #1 New York Times bestselling author Rachel Van Dyken

The heart-stopping final installment in New York Times bestselling author Molly McAdams’s Redemption series.

My life has never been my own. From the time I could walk, I was trained to be the mob’s hardened assassin. To be a monster. I’ve been told what to do, when to kill, and who to love. The minute I strayed, I lost everything.

Then I met Jessica.

She swept into my life like a storm of heartache, seduction, and intrigue. She’s everything I hate, but with one look, I can’t stay away. With one touch, she ignites a craving unlike anything I’ve ever known.

But her secrets threaten to destroy everything closest to me. Including her…

Together we’re poison. A destructive combination of darkness and chaos. And I want to savor every drop in my veins.

 

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Fire and Bone
Rachel A. Marks
(Otherborn #1)
Publication date: February 20th 2018
Genres: Urban Fantasy, Young Adult

In Hollywood’s underworld of demigods, druids, and ancient bonds, one girl has a dangerous future.

Sage is eighteen, down on her luck, and struggling to survive on the streets of Los Angeles. Everything changes the night she’s invited to a party—one that turns out to be a trap.

Thrust into a magical world hidden within the City of Angels, Sage discovers that she’s the daughter of a Celtic goddess, with powers that are only in their infancy. Now that she’s of age, she’s asked to pledge her loyalty to one of the five deities, all keen on winning her favor by any means necessary. She has to admit that she’s tempted—especially when this new life comes with spells, Hollywood glamour, and a bodyguard with secrets of his own. Not to mention a prince whose proposal could give her more than she ever imagined.

As loyalties shift, and as the two men vie for her attention, Sage tries to figure out who to trust in a realm she doesn’t understand. One thing is for sure: the trap she’s in has bigger claws than she thought. And it’s going to take a lot more than magic for this Celtic demigoddess to make it out alive.

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Rachel A. Marks is a cancer survivor, a writer and artist, a surfer and dirt-bike rider, chocolate lover and keeper of faerie secrets. Her four kids and amazing hubby put up with her nerdiness with tremendous grace, even when she makes them watch Buffy or Smallville re-runs for days on end. She was voted: Most Likely To Survive A Zombie Apocalypse, but hopes she’ll never have to test the theory.

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