Tuesday, December 31, 2019

Release Blitz : Sweet Agony by Terri Anne Browning








Title: Sweet Agony
Series: Angel's Halo MC Next Gen #2
Author: Terri Anne Browning
Genre: New Adult/MC/Mafia Romance
Release Date: December 31, 2019






Blurb


Vengeance was something I’d been waiting all my life to deliver. It
would be sweet and worth every risk I’d taken to get to this point.



I was moments away from pulling the trigger, taking the life of the man who’d
cost my father his…



And then she was dragged into the room, struggling and fighting for freedom.



The moment I set eyes on Tavia, everything changed. Those darker than espresso
eyes were full of fear, her mouth so ripe that had once begged me to devour it
trembling in fright. She looked up at me through a curtain of thick, long
lashes and gasped.



“Theo,” she whispered, her voice cracking as those eyes I’d fallen hard for
filled with tears. “Help me.”



It was then I realized my Tavia was also his.



My enemy’s daughter.












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Author Bio

Terri Anne
Browning is a USA TODAY bestselling author. Being dyslexic, she never thought a
career in writing would be possible, yet she has been on bestselling lists
multiple times since 2013. Reese: A Safe Haven Novella was her first Indie
published book. The Rocker Who Holds Me changed the tables and kicked off The
Rocker... series featuring the sinfully delicious members of Demon's Wings. The
Rocker... Series is now complete with 12 books and the occasional novella.
Other books by Terri Anne include the Angel's Halo MC Series, as well as The
Lucy & Harris Novella Series, The Vitucci Mafiosos Series, and The Tainted
Knights Rocker Series.




Terri Anne lives in Virginia with her husband, their three demons---err,
children--and a hyper Frenchie named Grunt.





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Monday, December 30, 2019

Release Blitz : Unfinished Sympathy by Amélie S. Duncan









Title: Unfinished Sympathy
Series: Absolution #1
Author: Amélie S. Duncan
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: December 30, 2019




Blurb


A symphony of
passion and desire…

Aubrey Irving has
music in her heart. Once a violin prodigy at the prestigious Juilliard, family
issues and money problems forced her to give up her dreams. Now she struggles
as an audio engineer for a hot new video game developer.

Then she met Paul…

Handsome, gifted,
wealthy…At twenty-eight years old, Paul Crane seems to have it all. He’s made a
fortune as a modern commercial composer. But he longs to show the world that
there’s more to his music than trendy, disposable tunes.

An impromptu
audition awakens a yearning deep inside their hearts. But just as the sparks
begin to fly, they both find themselves pulling away…

Aubrey has a dark
and troubled past. Paul has a history of crossing the line with his clients.
The last thing either of them wants is another temptation.

Can these two
artists unlock their hearts, and compose a symphony of passion? Or will their
love song fade out before it even begins?





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Author Bio

Amélie S. Duncan writes contemporary romances. Whether
writing in the erotic, sports, or dark genres, all of her stories at the heart
are character-driven. Her inspiration comes from many sources, including her
life experiences and travels. She lives on the West Coast of the United States
with her awesome husband and her sweet golden retriever Rosco. 





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Release Blitz: Biker Beauties Volume 1 by Audrey Carlan








Title: Biker Beauties Volume 1
Series: Biker Beauties #1-2
Author: Audrey Carlan
Genre: Erotic Romance
Release Date: December 30, 2019





Blurb


From
Audrey Carlan, the #1 New York Times bestselling author of the
Calendar Girl series.

Biker
Babe (Biker Beauties #1)

Princess.
That’s what the club calls me. I’m not frilly, into pink, or expect a man to
woo me with chocolates and flowers. I don’t need candlelit dinners and long
walks on the beach.

I’m not the
girl you take home to your parents. I like wild, fun, and good times. I’m the
kind of girl you put on the back of your bike and ride through the night…in
more ways than one.

I like the
wind in my hair and the open road before me. I was born a biker princess and
I’ll be one until the day I die. The man in my life can try to tame me, but
he’ll have one hell of a fight on his hands. Though if he wins, he’ll get the
ultimate prize…all of me. Devoted. His old lady through thick and thin.

So when I
opened my store, aptly named Biker Babe, I didn’t expect to have the biggest,
sexiest, most jaw-dropping man walk into my shop and set my world on fire. I
wanted him instantly. Only problem, my father is the president of the Hero’s
Pride MC, and Taggart “Rex” Crawford is his new Vice President.

Our Pride
likes to live wild and ride free but everyone knows the President’s daughter is
off limits.


***


Biker
Beloved (Biker Beauties #2)

The day I
found out I was going to be a father was the scariest, most shocking moment of
my life. Worse, my brand new baby girl was dropped off in the arms of my
motorcycle club, abandoned by her mother while I was fighting in Afghanistan.
Of course, I did what I had to do, and returned home as soon as possible.

At this
point in my life, women were the last thing on my mind. I could easily pick up
one at the bar or partake of the many club girls vying for The Pride’s
attention.

Then she
entered my sights.

Anya
Markova.

It was her
eyes I noticed first. Bright blue and haunted. They spoke of a sadness I wanted
nothing more than to whisk away. My first attempt at wooing her didn’t go well.
Anya wasn’t the type of girl I could just pick up. She was the type I’d need to
court…relentlessly.

When I
found out Anya was my daughter’s much-admired ballet teacher, I knew exactly
what I had to do—and I wasn’t above using my daughter’s love of her new teacher
to make it happen. Because throughout my years in the club, serving my country,
traveling the world, I’d never met a woman who made my soul sigh the way she
did.

Now, I’d
stop at nothing to make this stunning ballerina my old lady.  

The Biker Beauties is a collection of interconnected
standalone novellas. They can be read out of order if desired. They are high in
heat, but don’t forget the sweet.











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Audrey
Carlan is a #1 New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal bestselling
author. She writes wicked hot love stories that are designed to give the reader
a romantic experience that's sexy, sweet, and so hot your e-reader might melt.
Some of her works include the wildly successful Calendar Girl Serial, the
Trinity Trilogy and the International Guy Serial.

She lives
in the California Valley where she enjoys her two children and the love of her
life. When she's not writing, you can find her teaching yoga, sipping wine with
her "soul sisters" or with her nose stuck in a wicked hot romance
novel.


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Friday, December 27, 2019

Release Blitz The Doctor Will See You by Lana Brazen









Title: The Doctor Will See You
Author: Lana Brazen
Genre: Contemporary Romance/Erotica

Release Date: December 26, 2019





Blurb


He wasn't a doctor, and she wasn't a patient.
But she had needs, and he fit the prognosis.

Lana Blasen is a forty-something, divorcée frustrated by
dating in the modern age. 
A chance encounter in a coffee shop introduces her to an
awakening she hadn't ever considered.

Dr. James Lubton works wonders as the third person in a
party of three.
But what happens when he wants to be the other side of only
a pair?

In an erotic relationship, when role-playing becomes more
than an act, 
a deeper connection is diagnosed, and emotions could be a side effect when the doctor will see
you…

‘The Doctor Will See You’ is a short erotic tale of pure
pleasure.







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I didn’t
know what I’d gotten myself into. Recently divorced, I’d met a young woman who
just listened to me rant. I didn’t know why I felt the need to expound my
current sexual status on her, but the dating apps had frustrated me. Who
could you trust on there?
Singles adventure clubs? The annual fees were
high, and only half the activities interested me. And then there were the
simple singles bars, which I entered once before turning right back around and
leaving.
Being
unmarried sucked in this aspect. The issue was I still wanted sex. I
didn’t want to be alone with only my fingers. I wanted the feel of a man—the
wet of his tongue, the curl of his fingers, and the strength of his hands on
me—and I was getting desperate.
“Have you
ever considered swinging?” she suggested, and I nearly fell off my chair. A
southern Florida coffee shop seemed like the last place to have this kind of
discussion and with a stranger, no less, but she didn’t look like a social
deviant. In fact, she looked normal. Average in height, dark brunette hair, the
body of someone still youthful, with friendly eyes, and a wedding band.
“Never
thought of it,” I said after choking on my tea.
She paused
for a moment as if she were assessing me and then added, “Not everyone who
swings is married. Some are in relationships, and some are single. People
participate in all manner of combinations. Couples who want a third party or a
single participant looking for a couple who shares. Sometimes, it’s just a
mutual agreement between three, but the term comes more so from those looking
to experiment within a relationship.”
I stare
down at my paper placemat, uncertain how to respond. It sounded crazy and a bit
obscene, but I wasn’t one to judge. I was jealous, in a way. Maybe if Stan and
I had experimented more or been a bit more adventurous, things wouldn’t have
gotten to the point where they ended. Especially with him in the bed of his
secretary.
“Here’s my
name,” she said, offering it on a paper napkin along with a phone number. “If
you have any questions. Otherwise, I’d recommend contacting this number. He’s a
doctor.” She winked after handing me the napkin, and I took it, smiling
good-naturedly even though I knew I’d never call.
However,
the numbers haunted me, and a week later, when I was cleaning out the old receipts
in my purse, the napkin remained intact with her perfect script and two phone
numbers, the second marked with an asterisk.
“Dr.
Lubton’s office,” a masculine voice answers on the second ring, and the
professional confidence in his voice surprises me.
“I…I’m
looking for the doctor.” I swallow back the sudden stutter. “Jessica DeMarco
suggested I call.”
A heavy
pause of silence weighs through the phone for a second, and I wonder if I’ve
lost the connection. “Hello?”
“Were you
looking for a full exam?” he questions, and I remember Jessica mentioning to
request such a thing. I nod, and then recall he can’t see me.
“Yes.”
“And will
your husband be joining you?” I blink down at the napkin, pinched between my
fingers.
“I don’t
have a husband.” Silence falls again, and after another weighted second, I ask,
“Do I need one?”
A soft
chuckle fills the line, reassuring instead of mocking. “No.” Pause. “But
may I ask if this will be your first exam of this sort?”
Closing my
eyes, I think, What am I doing? I’m no longer certain, and not certain
how to answer, so I go with the truth. “Yes.”
“I see, and
for the purposes of an initial consultation, would you prefer an assistant be
in the room?”
Did I
want someone else present?
A witness to my humiliation? Again, I wasn’t certain what exactly I was
getting myself into, any more than I knew how to answer the question. Deciding
that embarrassing myself in my lack of knowledge should best be done alone, I
reply, “I think I’ll be okay without one.”
“Very
well.” There wasn’t a hint of a smile or frown in his tone, but the continued
smoothness of a true doctor. Good bedside manner. I want to laugh out
loud at the pun. Instead, I wait for his instructions on how to proceed.
“I have an
eleven o’clock on Thursday open.” It’s strange to consider he does this more
than one time a day with more than one person, possibly more than one person at
a time
, and I realize I’m at great risk of making a fool of myself. Not to
mention, can I muster my libido midmorning on a weekday? Remain open-minded, I
remind myself. He called it a consultation. Maybe he really is a doctor. Maybe
we only discuss options. Maybe he can explain what’s happening to me at
forty-five as a single woman, previously married, and desperately seeking
pleasure.
“Thursday
would be fine,” I say, knowing my calendar is flexible. I’m a real estate
agent. The southern Florida market ebbs and flows based on weather predictions
and the hurricane season. I’m mildly successful but wish I was doing better.
Older people are a key to my accomplishments, and I fear one day I’ll be
classified as one of them. Old.
“Please
dress comfortably and be prepared to sign a consent form.” The instructions
surprise me, and once again, I nod. “I look forward to meeting you.”






Author Bio

Lana Brazen is the alter ego of a bestselling contemporary romance
author who believes romance doesn’t need to end just because you crossed over
forty. In a fantasy life, she was an anthropologist, a journalist and a
world-famous novelist on the level of F. Scott Fitzgerald. None of that has
happened. Instead, she’s written over twenty romances, mothered four children
and remains with the one and only. Sometimes, she likes things a little hotter,
spicier, raunchier than contemporary trysts, and so begins this chapter.


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Friday, March 1, 2019

Release Blitz/#Giveaway : Make Me Believe by Tarina Deaton







Title: Make Me Believe

Jilted: The Bride

Series: Jilted Duet #1
Author: Tarina Deaton
Genre: Second Chance Contemporary Romance

 Release Date: March 1, 2019





Blurb


It was always the two of them. Rowan and Luke. Luke and Rowan. Until it
wasn’t.

He walked out to follow his dreams. She eventually moved on without him
and learned to believe again in the possibility of happily ever after. Until
Luke walked back in—in a big, viral social media, way.

Luke learned dreams were hollow without someone to share them with. Now
he’ll do anything to make Rowan believe she is the most important thing in the
world to him—more important than the fame and the fans.

Jilted and gun-shy, Rowan isn’t sure she has it in her to trust again.
The bright lights of Music City create deep shadows where secrets and lies
thrive and believing in someone might be the hardest thing she’s ever had to
do. 









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Excerpt

The minister glanced between them. In a low voice he asked,
“Are you ready?”
“Yes,” they both said.
He raised his voice so the congregation could her him.
“Michael and Rowan, marriage is a promise between two people to love, trust,
and honor each other. It takes trust to know in your hearts you only want the
best for each other. It takes—”
A commotion at the back of the chapel stopped the minister
from telling them what else it took.
“Sir, you can’t go in. There’s a wedding in progress!”
She recognized their wedding planner Stephanie’s voice.
“I know. I’m here to stop it.”
Rowan’s heart thumped in her chest and her fingers tingled
from the flow of adrenaline suddenly coursing through her. She squeezed her
eyes closed. “Please God, no,” she whispered.    






Author Bio


Tarina is
an award winning author who has spent her entire life in and around the
military — first as a dependent and then as an enlisted Air Force Member. Her
debut novel, Stitched Up Heart, released in September 2016. She draws heavily
from her own military experience when crafting stories and characters.



Tarina is still active duty and a single mom of six-year-old twins. She can be
found in random places around the world while she tries to get her twins
interested in “another castle”.  Her
favorite hobby is sleep. She has delusions of retiring from the military and
being a stay-at-home mom.



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Release Blitz : Please Me by Lola StVil








Title: Please Me

Series: Dirty Ever After #2
Author: Lola StVil
Genre: Dark Alpha Standalone

Release Date: March 1, 2019





Blurb


I was a soldier on
leave when we meet at a bar, and I rescued her from some asshole who tried to
grab her. She shouldn’t have been there—she was just 19. She was innocent. She
was running away from a drunken father and a house that never felt like a home.
She wanted me to claim her but she was more than a one-night stand to me. So I
vowed to do right by her. I waited for her and then I proposed. My unit was
called back before I could truly make her mine. It’s been a year since I felt
her touch. But now I’m back and I have only one mission: Make my wife come hard
and as often as possible.







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CHAPTER ONE


MAC


I am sitting at the bar drinking a slightly too warm bottle of beer. Even though the beer isn’t ice cold, it tastes like perfection. Being out in the middle of nowhere on a special ops assignment will definitely make you appreciate the little things in life. Even when they’re not as good as you remember them to be.
It’s kind of like Mission Beach. In my head, I remembered it differently than what it actually is. I remembered it as home, not real home, but somewhere I had happy memories. My mom used to bring me here every summer for a week, and some of my happiest memories were here. But can a place be home when you’re there all alone? Can it be home for Mac Kramer when no one here even knows his name?
Maybe not. The place is like a breeding ground for surfers, tourists, and students. I reckon I’ll be leaving here pretty soon even if I’m not called back to active duty before my time in the military is up.
I sigh loudly and turn on my barstool and scan the crowd. I hear a musical laugh, and my eyes are instantly drawn to the owner of that laugh. My cock stiffens in my jeans just looking at her. If all of the girls in Mission Beach were like her, I’d never ever want to leave the place. She has long blonde hair that hangs down her back in beach-ready waves. Sun-bleached streaks shine in the light. She’s clearly into surfing, judging by the short shorts and vest top she wears and the way the muscles in her fucking awesome legs are so toned. Her whole body is tanned, and I wonder where the tan lines are.
It’s not something to wonder in a public place because I instantly see myself tearing off that little top and throwing it away, taking in her breasts and pink nipples. I see myself pushing her shorts down and fucking her until she’s screaming my name. My cock gets harder, reminding me I’m in the middle of a bar. I pull at my shirt, covering my lap with it. 
The girl looks across the room, and for a second, our eyes meet. I feel a jolt of lust run through me as I look into her eyes. They are the blue of tropical seas, and they have a certain twinkle in them that tells me she’s a little bit naughty. I bet she fucking is. And if she isn’t, I could soon show her exactly how to break the rules.
She smiles at me, and I nod in her direction, forcing my eyes from her body. Now she’s seen me looking at her, I can’t get caught again. She’ll think I’m some sort of pervert. For her, I could be. I could be anything she wanted me to be and then some.
I try to tell myself it’s because I haven’t had a woman in the eight months I’ve been away, but I know it’s not that. There’s something about the girl. Something mesmerizing. Something that tells me she’s exactly what I need to get myself out of this funk and give my life some sort of purpose outside of the military.
I signed up to the military on my eighteenth birthday. Anything to get out of that foster home. My mom raised me alone until I was fifteen and the big C took her. And then I went into the system. I ended up being placed with a family fairly quickly, and I stayed there until I was old enough to leave. It wasn’t that they were mean or abusive. They were the opposite. Warm and kind. They made me feel welcome, loved even, and I am so grateful to them for that. But it was hard to stay there and not love them back. And anytime I felt the slightest hint of love for them, I felt such terrible guilt. My mom was gone, and here I was moving on. Yeah, I know it’s crazy and not what my mom would have wanted, but I couldn’t help feeling it. Maybe I should have had therapy. I definitely should have had therapy.
My eyes go back to Blondie, and I reckon those long legs of hers wrapped tightly around my waist while I claim her pussy would be all the therapy I’d need. She’d sure as hell make me forget everything except her slender body and pert breasts. I’d be willing to bet that her pussy would be tight enough to squeeze my cock to within an inch of its life.
She’s turned away from me now, and I watch her for a minute longer. She’s sitting at a small table tucked away in the back of the bar. She should be on the fucking stage, not hiding herself away like that. She seems to be alone, the girl she was laughing with a moment ago gone. She runs her hand through her hair, pushing it back from her face. I feel another twitch from my cock. I want my hands in her hair. I want to grab handfuls of it, pull it, force her to her knees where she’ll suck me dry. And then I want to ruin her. To fuck her so hard and for so long she won’t know which way is up when I’m done with her.
I debate going over there and asking to join her. I mean why not, right? She’s alone, I’m alone. We could share a drink or two, maybe a laugh, and then I could take her home and show her what that body of hers can really do.
Just as I’m getting off my stool, a man approaches her and sits down at her table. He shrugs apologetically, and she laughs. Fucking bastard. I don’t know where he’s been or why, but he left her sitting alone for far too fucking long. If I had been with her, whatever the fuck it was he was doing could have waited. She would have been more important than going to the bathroom or taking a call.
The level of animosity I feel toward the man is nothing compared to the sharp, icy fingers of jealousy that stab at me as I watch him reach out and touch her arm as they talk. How the fuck can I be jealous of someone I’ve never even spoke to? I don’t know, but I am.
I turn back to the bar. I don’t need to watch this any longer. I release my grip on my bottle when I realize I’m holding it tightly enough that it’s about to shatter in my hand. I down the rest of the beer and wave to the bartender for another one.
He obliges, and I thank him and take a long drink. This one is icy cold, much better than the first one, and I would be wholly satisfied now if it wasn’t for the fact I can hear her laughing. The bastard is making her laugh. It should be me. Is it her boyfriend? Husband? Just someone who took a chance on talking to a beautiful woman quicker than I did?
Whatever he is, the thought of him going home with her, holding her, kissing her, and touching her pussy fills me with rage. I want to claim that sexy mouth as mine. I want to be the one to make her come as I claim her pussy. I want to hear her screaming my name. It should be me, not that fucking Joe Nobody.
As much as I tell myself to let it go, I can’t do it and I find myself turning again, almost subconsciously. I feel a cold, empty feeling in my stomach when I look to her table and she’s gone. She’s gone home with the loser. He’s getting to be with her, and I’m stuck here in a bar alone.
I hear her laugh again and the hole is instantly filled, my heart soaring. I follow the sound with my eyes. She’s on the dance floor with the loser, who has two left feet. He scores higher than I do in that category though. There’s no way in hell I would dance in public. Oh, who am I kidding? If she asked me to, I’d be up there like a shot.
Watching her dance is like slow, agonizing torture for me. She sways her hips, showing off her pert ass. She puts her arms in the air and her vest top rides up just enough to show me a flash of her smooth back before it settles back down. I swallow hard, watching her as she turns and sways and moves to the beat.
The man reaches out and puts his hand on her hip. She twists her body away from him, shrugging off his hand without being completely obvious about it. This gets my attention. He’s not her husband or her boyfriend. His touch is making her uncomfortable. She’s not exactly pushing him away though. Maybe she’s just playing hard to get.
When I first saw the man sitting down, I placed him around thirty, but now I can see he’s closer to my age, twenty-three. He’s not acting his age though. He’s acting like a drunken high school jock as he reaches out for her hip again. She neatly sidesteps him and keeps dancing as though she’s oblivious to his advances.
Her sidestep brings her face-to-face with me, and I quickly take a long drink, hoping she didn’t catch me staring at her. I dare to look back. She’s looking at me, smiling. She caught me all right. I laugh a little as she watches me. She doesn’t seem in the least bit concerned about me watching her. She’s certainly no wallflower, not like that quiet table in the corner implied.
The man she’s with spots her smiling at me, and he gets his body between us. Dick. This time, he doesn’t just try to put his hand on her hip. He lunges forward and wraps his arms around her waist, pulling her body against his.
Even over the music, I hear her telling him to get off her. I hear the fear in her voice and it sends a flare of anger through me. He ignores her, and my temper flares further. I slam my bottle on the bar and get up off the stool. He’s going to fucking pay for scaring her like that.


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Lola StVil
is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author who writes Fantasy in
addition to Contemporary romance. She has written over a dozen books and loves
taking her readers on an emotional roller coaster ride. She is currently living
in California and enjoys staying in touch with her readers.


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