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COVER REVEAL ~ Siren ~ By Jo-Anne Joseph

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SIREN

BY

JO-ANNE JOSEPH

Release Date: 30th November

Genre: Romantic Suspense

Hosted By: Chance Promotions

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Nothing in life is ever monochrome.

I discovered that a long time ago,

And with all such lessons,

I learned it the hard way.

Dark cannot exist without light.

Night can’t occur without day.

Despair can’t flourish without hope.

I couldn’t live without her,

She can’t survive without me.

She was meant to be my protector.

It was us against the world.

Allies. Partners.

Instead, she became my worst fear.

I allowed that despair to grow and fester.

I let it mar me, then, almost destroy me.

I realized something had to give.

This time, there is no turning back.

When the siren calls to you,

You unwillingly answer.

Question is… Would I survive the fall?

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Jo-Anne Joseph is an indie contemporary romance author, dreamer, doer,
artist with a flair for creating stories about the seemingly impossible and
second chance romance. Along with a passion for writing, she is an avid
reader and enjoys painting and coloring. She also has a deep love for
poetry and prose. Her lifelong love affair with words started at a young
age and resulted in her debut novel Infinity.

Jo-Anne is a business professional by day and also writes on a volunteer
basis for on-line publication Still Standing Magazine and the website Glow
in the Woods. Her articles have been republished in several newsletters.

Jo-Anne lives in Johannesburg South Africa which provides the inspiration
for the settings in her novels, with her husband and their beautiful son.

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COVER REVEAL ~ Perfect Match ~ By Alexis Alvarez

Title: Perfect Match
Author: Alexis Alvarez
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: November 6, 2017
Cover Artist: Jessica Hildreth
Cover Photographer: Wander Aguiar
Cover Model: Jacob Cooley

 

She’s the matchmaker…he’s her sexy client. What could go wrong?

Fia Martin has a tough job: Find the perfect woman for arrogant, handsome Dylan Chambers, before her rival can do it––on national television. If Dylan declares her the winner, Fia’s match-making business will skyrocket. 

Dylan is picky. He’s smug. He reminds Fia that he doesn’t believe in true love. The dates she sets up for him end in complete disaster. And every time she tells him to behave, he flirts with her shamelessly. 

A stolen kiss turns to a night of unbelievable passion and the best sex of her life…but Fia knows that Dylan’s not interested in more than a fling, because he’s still going on dates for the challenge like nothing happened. 

When Dylan chooses her competitor’s company for his final dream date in Hawaii, to a woman who looks perfect on paper, Fia figures she can kiss the trophy goodbye. The problem is that she’s about to lose her heart, too…to the one man who’s completely unavailable.
“I’d love to live here,” she murmured, reaching out to touch the closest sculpture, a gorgeous creation with swirling green and blue, like an ocean in glass, then drew back a finger, to check his face. “This is the prettiest thing I’ve seen in long time. Can I touch?”
 
“You can touch anything you want.” His eyes met hers evenly, and she thought she’d seen something open in his expression when she’d complimented his art, something warm and bright. 
 
She didn’t look away, even as she put her hand down to blindly find the smooth glass, running her hand over it. “It feels good.”
 
He smiled. “I would hope so.”
 
They stood looking at each other, then he spoke. “Fia?”
 
“Yes?” She could barely breathe.
 
“One night. Just to get it out of our system. What do you say?”
 
“What?”
 
“No holds barred, one night of passion. You and me. Look, I get what you feel about your clients. And you know I’m not looking for anything long term. But we both want each other pretty fucking badly.”
 
She sucked in a breath. 
 
“So, let’s just go for it. Seize the day. Take advantage of the chemistry. I promise you I will make it so fucking good, Fia.”
 
For a second she thought about saying no, but the desire could no longer be denied. She didn’t bother replying, but walked right up to him, wound her arms around his neck and lifted her lips to let him claim her with his mouth.
 
“Fuck,” he murmured, and his hands were on her back, on her ass, pulling her into him as he plundered her mouth with his tongue. 
 
She pressed herself into him, delighting to feel his hard chest against her breasts, and lower, another hardness entirely that indicated how much he wanted her.
 
“Take off your shirt,” she muttered, pulling at the buttons. “So sexy. But off.” She managed to undo two of the middle ones, and slid her palm into the pocket she’d created to touch his muscular chest. “You feel so fucking good.”
 
“Your dress comes off first,” he whispered into her ear. “My rules.”
 
“Why should we play by your rules?” she asked, letting her eyes shut as he kissed and bit down her neck, moaning when he licked her clavicle.
 
“Because you’ll like it,” he promised. “Want to see?”
 
“Are you some kind of kinky dom or something?” 
 
He laughed. “Or something.”
 
Her eyes flew open, but she felt more excitement than concern. “Really?”
 
He ran a finger down her cheek. “Really.”
 
“Like, tie-me-up-and-spank-me stuff? Tell me what to do stuff?” Her heart started to race.
 
“If you like that, then, yeah, I can do that for you.” He ran a hand down her arm, slowly, and they both watched his long fingers stroke her skin. She sucked in a breath at how erotic it felt. “I like almost anything, Fia, so you just tell me”—and he leaned in and put his mouth right at her ear—“What. You. Fucking. Love.”
 
She whimpered and grabbed at him. She’d always dreamed of being with a man who was unapologetically sexy, so in tune with his body that he could master hers and bring her exquisite pleasure. She didn’t want hard-core BDSM, but she definitely wanted, no craved—for him to take control. 
 
“I might like what you said,” she whispered into his neck. “The tying up and spanking. As long as nobody knows we did this.”
 
He let his fingers stray to her breasts, which he stroked through the dress. “You like a little pain, with your pleasure, Fia?”
 
“A little. Not too much. Yes.”
 
He squeezed a nipple, and she cried out, but it was from passion, not dismay. She started breathing harder. 
 
“You think you’d like doing what I ask?” He bit her neck, and she almost combusted. But she needed to clarify before they went further, just so she could relax and enjoy the moment completely. 
 
“What are your other rules, besides the shirt thing?” she asked, pulling away. They were both breathing hard. She slowly slid the straps of her dress down her shoulders. “If I like what I hear, I just might obey.”
 
A muscle clenched in his jaw, and he smiled a dark, dangerous smile. “For starters, you don’t come until I say you can. But don’t worry…it will be often.”
 
She sucked in a breath and lowered the dress an inch, and his eyes shot to her breasts, where the creamy skin was slowly being revealed. “And?”
 
“And you’ll do what I say, when I say it. For instance, if I tell you to come lay down over my lap so I can spank you, you’ll do that.”
 
“Interesting.” She licked her lip and felt a surge of moisture between her thighs. “You’d honor a safeword, of course.”
 
“Of course.” He gave her the dark grin again. “You could just tell me to stop. But what word do you want?”
 
She pulled the fabric still lower so her areolas were visible but not her nipples. “Red. Keep it simple.”
 
“Good choice.” His voice rolled over her. “Keep going. Show me your tits.”
 
“What if I don’t do it?” She met his eyes.
 
He unbuttoned one sleeve and began to deliberately roll up the fabric, little by little. “You want to find out?”
Alexis Alvarez is an author, photographer, and digital designer who loves writing steamy romances. Her female heroines are always strong, intelligent women who fall for the sexiest guy around…and get the happy-ever-after ending of their dreams.

Alexis is a wife and mom, a former chemical engineer, a dachshund-whisperer—wait, that’s a lie. The dachshund usually does the exact opposite of what he’s told.

Do you like contemporary romance with steam and humor? Darker BDSM/erotica novels with fascinating psychological insights? Alexis has you covered. She writes in both genres. 

You can usually find Alexis hanging out with her sisters, who are also romance writers, in their Facebook Group, Graffiti Fiction. The three of them love to drink wine together and laugh like hyenas while making dirty jokes and really inappropriate comments. They have a website which is not always updated here: www.graffitifiction.com

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COVER RECEAL ~ Welcome Home, Soldier ~ BY Deanna Wadsworth

Title: Welcome Home Soldier 
Author: Deanna Wadsworth
Genre: M/M Romance
Publisher: Dreamspinner

Release Date: December 2017 


Clay and Daniel fell in love as enlisted men during Desert Shield, but Don’t Ask Don’t Tell meant they had to keep it secret. After Clay’s convoy was ambushed, PTSD changed him, and their relationship ended in a horrible fight on Christmas Eve.

Twenty-five years later, they’ve reconnected on Facebook, and Clay finds out Daniel will be alone on Christmas Eve. Impulsively, he sets out for Daniel’s hometown of Gilead, Ohio—where Daniel is now the mayor—to surprise him with a visit. But a blizzard strikes and Clay wrecks his car. All hope of seeing Daniel is lost—until a mysterious old man named Nick offers Clay a ride. The weight of past wounds and the scars of war might make their reunion awkward, but Clay is willing to take the risk to win back his lost love. Despite a lifetime of disappointing holidays, Clay hopes that this soldier is finally coming home for Christmas.
“You sure we’re gonna fit over that bridge?” Clay asked when a rickety-looking bridge appeared up ahead on the edge of the headlights’ range. The one-lane bridge didn’t look wide enough to fit the big vehicle.

“Oh, I can make it,” Nick assured him.

A soldier’s sixth sense kept him alive, and it was a trait very few lost. Though Clay trusted Nick knew what he was doing—he was probably a local—Clay held his breath as they squeezed over the old structure, the curved metal support less than a hand’s width away from Clay’s door.

“Told ya we would make it,” Nick said merrily as they bounced around a bit when the truck was back on the road.

“I can’t believe your boss has you delivering packages this late on Christmas Eve.”

“I work for a real stickler,” Nick said, chuckling. “Gotta make sure that everyone in Gilead gets their Christmas present.”

“You with the post office?” He’d been so anxious to get out of the weather that he hadn’t noticed any badging on the vehicle.

Nick chuckled again. “Something like that. I always spend Christmas Eve delivering packages. It’s what it’s all about, isn’t it? Giving everyone their Christmas miracle?”

“I could use a Christmas miracle.”

“Not dying on the side of the road is pretty miraculous.”

After a begrudging nod, Clay let his vision get lost in the warp speed. “Yeah, I guess so.”

Today would be one of his better Christmases. At least Clay wasn’t dead and he would get to see Daniel again.

With his track record, Clay should hate the holidays, but he just couldn’t bring himself to. Christmas was a joyful time of year, one of hope and miracles. Of course, wanting a perfect holiday and having it always fall short used to throw Clay into a tailspin of depression, drugs, and drinking. It was still the hardest day of his sobriety. Last year he did all right, however. He saw three movies on Christmas Day, one was a good, one was lousy, and he fell asleep during the third. The only places usually open were movie theaters and bars, and Clay had no business in a bar. No sense tempting Fate.

The soft refrains of “I’ll Be Home for Christmas” filled the cab.

A sudden, sickening sense of dread filled his chest.

Did he think Daniel would be thrilled to see him after the way Clay ended things? What if Daniel rejected him?

Then what?

He had no car, no phone. He glanced at Nick, humming along to the radio. Maybe he would let Clay ride along on his deliveries… and suddenly Clay was that scared little boy in the church again. Not knowing where he would stay for the night, abandoned and alone. The memory hit him hard, stealing his breath.
The Christmas lights blinked from the greenery on the pew in front of me. Maybe Mama will get us a tree so Santa can find me this year. Laughter caught my ear, and I turned. The family behind us was leaving. I looked around.

 


Everyone was leaving.

My tummy began to hurt. Mama said she was going potty, but she’s been gone a long time.

Where is she?

“You all right?” Nick asked.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine.” Clay blinked hard and rubbed his chest, forcing the old memory back into the box where he locked away things he couldn’t face.

With a bitter sniff, he realized that box had been too damn full for too damn long.

Staring out into the snow steadied his racing heart. He wasn’t that frightened kid anymore, hadn’t been for a long time.

The song on the radio repeated the refrain about being home, taunting Clay with promises of mistletoe and presents under the tree. And where the lovelight gleams?
Whatever that meant.

“There’s the mayor’s place,” Nick announced. “You ready, Clay?”

He shot the man a look, startled by the serious note in his voice.

Didn’t have a choice at this point. “Yeah, sure,” Clay managed as Nick turned into a plowed driveway lined by snow-covered trees that faded into the blowing white.

 

I could wander off into the night and freeze to death.

“It’s going to be just fine,” Nick assured him.

Clay flinched once more.

Nick wore the expression of someone who knew more than they should or perhaps had seen more than they wished. Or maybe Clay was imagining this entire thing and he was actually dead on the side of the road. He’d learned long ago the mind could create some powerful illusions.

At the end of the driveway, a gleaming light filled the white expanse, a golden beacon of home to match the song still playing. Clay didn’t know what he expected Daniel’s house to look like, but he should’ve known it would be a log cabin A-frame with a big deck drenched in snow. Daniel always dreamed of building a log cabin.

 

Looks like he got his wish.
Clay’s heart skipped as the song continued to play, and for an instant, Clay felt like a soldier coming home for Christmas after a long and weary tour.

 

If only in your dreams, Fisher.

“This is where you get off, soldier,” Nick announced.

Clearing his throat when the truck stopped, he offered, “Listen, Nick, I don’t know how to repay—”

Nick raised a hand. “No need. Just go in and make up with your friend.”

Clay studied the cabin, hunkered in between tall pines on one side and a barn on the other, bundled up against the elements. Smoke spiraled from the stone chimney, quickly captured in the storm and whisked away. Golden light spilled from the large windows and onto the white snow. Even through the storm, Clay could make out the colorful twinkling of a Christmas tree inside.

 

I don’t know if I can do this.

He looked at Nick. “Are you sure you shouldn’t come in? I don’t think Daniel would mind. The roads are getting dangerous.” It was ballsy to invite a stranger into Daniel’s house, but basic human decency wouldn’t allow Nick to go back out into the storm, right?

“No, no,” Nick assured him. “I’ve done this a time or two. I got it all under control.”

Clay nodded but didn’t move.

“Go on,” Nick encouraged. “I have more gifts to deliver tonight than just you.”

Chest aching, Clay let out a weary sigh and zipped his jacket. Then he shook Nick’s hand, engulfing it in both of his own. “Thank you again. And please be safe out there.”

Nick gave a rumbling, deep-belly laugh. “Oh, ho-ho! I’ll be fine. Don’t you worry.”

Hesitating for another moment, Clay said farewell, then climbed from the truck and shut the door. He waved goodbye and hunched into the weather. Leaving fresh tracks, he hurried toward Daniel’s porch. The wind swallowed the sounds of the truck engine, and when he glanced over his shoulder, Nick had already disappeared into the storm.

Godspeed, friend, he thought, grateful for his guardian angel tonight.

He hoped that same good fortune would stay with Nick on his route.

Clay stared at the ominous green door—Daniel’s favorite color. With a fortifying breath, he pushed the doorbell. When he didn’t hear anything, he knocked on the door with a fist. On the other side, a dog barked.

His heart gave a pang at the sound. His white German Shepard Lola had died too young, only seven. Damn, I miss her.

Clay raised his hand to knock again, but the rumble of a man’s voice followed by the switch of a deadbolt stopped him. His heart skipped. This is it.

The door opened.

“Clay?” Hazel eyes met Clay’s, wide with shock.

 

At least he recognizes me. That’s a start. Shoving his hands into his jacket pockets, Clay offered, “Merry Christmas, Daniel.”
Deanna Wadsworth might be a bestselling erotica author, but she leads a pretty vanilla life in Ohio with her wonderful husband and a couple adorable cocker spaniels. She has been spinning tales and penning stories since childhood, and her first erotic novella was published in 2010. She has served multiple board positions at her local RWA chapter and is the current President 2017 for Rainbow Romance Writers of America. When she isn’t writing books or brainstorming with friends, you can find her making people gorgeous in a beauty salon. She loves music and dancing, and can often be seen hanging out on the sandbar in the muddy Maumee River or chilling with her hubby and a cocktail in their basement bar. In between all that fun, Deanna cherishes the quiet times when she can let her wildly active imagination have the full run of her mind. Her fascination with people and the interworkings of their relationships have always inspired her to write romance with spice and love without boundaries.

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COVER REVEAL ~ Max’s Redemption ~ By L. Wilder

Title: Max’s Redemption
Author: L. Wilder
Genre: Romantic Suspense Standalone
Release Date: November 7, 2017
Max: 
Harper Campbell was beautiful, smart, and innocent. I’d loved her even before I knew I did. 
There was just one problem. She was my best friend’s sister. She was off-limits in ways I couldn’t begin to explain, but I couldn’t help myself. 
We were just kids when we fell in love—young and carefree. The world was right there at our fingertips. Then tragedy struck, and I felt I was to blame. 
Knowing I would be a constant reminder of the heartbreak I’d caused, I did the only thing I thought I could—I left. 
Harper:
I’d loved him for as long as I could remember, and losing him almost broke me. 
I tried to move on. 
I tried to forget. 
But how do you forget the one person you loved with all your heart and soul? 

I never thought I’d see him again, but with one unexpected encounter, he was back. 

I never believed in second chances. I’d always thought there was no way to go back and fix the mistakes we’d made, but I learned that it wasn’t about changing the past. Second chances are for proving that we can be better—even after we’ve failed.
Leslie Wilder grew up in a small town in West Tennessee. A country girl at heart, she’s always thought that life is too short, but she had no idea how short it really was until her brother passed away in 2014. She’s always been an avid reader, loving the escape only a great book can give, and wondered if she had what it took to write one of the wild romances she’d come to adore. With the support of her family and friends, she published Inferno: A Devil Chaser’s MC, one year after her brother’s death. With him in mind, she fulfilled her lifetime dream of writing. Since then, she’s completed the Devil Chaser’s Series and continued on with the Satan’s Fury MC Series. She has so many stories in her head, and can’t wait to share each and every one.
Leslie has been blown away by the support of her readers, appreciating every message, review, and encouraging word she’s received over the past year. She looks forward to continuing this journey with them for years to come.

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RELEASE BLITZ ~ Pernicious Red ~ By Natalie Bennett

Title: Pernicious Red
Series: When the Wicked Play #1
Author: Natalie Bennett
Genre: Dark Romance 
Cover Designer: Cover by Combs
Release Date: October 31, 2017
Little Red, Little Red,

 

do you want to play a game?

It starts with twelve
and it ends with one.

If you win
you get to live.

There’s only one rule
don’t go into the woods.

Rosalie Morgue is a simple woman that lives a simple life. She spends her days doing mundane things and her nights trying to forget about her past.

Channing Burrows is a man shrouded in mystery. He comes with a dangerous warning label and lives a life full of chaos and darkness.

One black rose and a riddle written in blood turns Rosalie’s world upside down and spinning right into Channing’s twisted web.

A volatile game of desire, murder, and manipulation ensues.

Truths are exposed and lives are destroyed.


*Each book in this series will be a stand-alone*
Content contains strong violence, coarse language, graphic sex, scenes of horror, and situations that most readers would find objectionable. 
Reader discretion is highly advised.
SN>This is not paranormal.
This is not a fluffy romance

    
Natalie Bennett is the creator of erotic stories that always come with a warning label. She writes about depraved alpha a**holes and women that love to hate them. Her books don’t follow any specific tropes, have no set word counts, and tend to deviate from traditional HEA’s.
When she isn’t in front of her computer she’s spending time with her husband and their three little boys.
Natalie is an avid fan of caramel frappes, horror movies, Shameless, and of course, reading.
You can find Natalie on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram.

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RELEASE ~ Reservations ~ By Kindle Alexander

Title: Reservations
Author: Kindle Alexander
Genre: M/M Romance
Release Date: October 30, 2017
Wildly successful entrepreneur, Thane Walker is stubbornly set in his ways. Adamantly resistant to the shackles of commitment, he’s seen enough unhappy endings to learn the best way to play is by keeping his men on the payroll. 

Levi Silva’s dream of graduating from one of the country’s top medical schools is in his grasp, until news from home changes everything. Now, he’s raising his two teenage brothers and trying to keep everyone’s head above water, emotionally and financially. 

When Levi’s new job puts him in Thane’s path, their chemistry explodes, but their fear of being involved in relationships keeps them apart. Unfortunately, despite the intense desire drawing them together, neither man can move forward until they get past their own…Reservations.



Best Selling Author Kindle Alexander is an innovative writer, and a genre-crosser who writes classic fantasy, romance, suspense, and erotica in both the male/male and male/female genres. It’s always a surprise to see what’s coming next!

I live in the suburbs of Dallas where it’s true, the only thing bigger than an over active imagination, may be women’s hair!
Usually, I try for funny. Humor is a major part of my life – I love to laugh, and it seems to be the thing I do in most situations – regardless of the situation, but jokes are a tricky deal… I don’t want to offend anyone and jokes tend to offend. So instead I’m going to tell you about Kindle.

I tragically lost my sixteen year old daughter to a drunk driver. She had just been at home, it was early in the night and I heard the accident happen. I’ll never forget that moment. The sirens were immediate and something inside me just knew. I left my house, drove straight to the accident on nothing more than instinct. I got to be there when my little girl died – weirdly, I consider that a true gift from above. She didn’t have to be alone.

That time in my life was terrible. It’s everything you think it would be times about a billion. I love that kid. I loved being her mother and I loved watching her grow into this incredibly beautiful person, both inside and out. She was such a gift to me. To have it all ripped away so suddenly broke me.

Her name was Kindle. Honest to goodness – it was her name and she died a few weeks before Amazon released their brand new Kindle ereader. She had no idea it was coming out and she would have finally gotten her name on something! Try finding a ruler with the name Kindle on it.. It never happened.

Through the course of that crippling event I was lucky enough to begin to write with a dear friend in the fan fiction world of Facebook. She got me through those dark days with her unwavering support and friendship. There wasn’t a time she wasn’t there for me. Sometimes together and sometimes by myself, we built a world where Kindle lives and stands for peace, love and harmony. It’s its own kind of support group. I know without question I wouldn’t be here today without her.

Find out more by visiting http://www.kindlealexander.com or email me at kindle@kindlealexander.com

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AVAILABLE NOW! ~ Unacquainted ~ By Leigh Lennon

Unacquainted by Leigh Lennon

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Synopsis:
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One night was all I could offer to a man I barely knew. I intended to return to my perfectly planned life, but now he is back and with him the reminder of the irrefutable connection we shared.
It’s still there.
I crave him.
One night may unravel my perfect plans as I find myself at a crossroad between security and desire.

Brody

One night, that was all she could give me. Yet here I am back in her life as fate has intervened. When I first saw her in that form-fitting red silky dress,
I was captivated.
She owns my heart.
As I set out to make her mine, she has to choose between her past and future. I don’t think I will survive if her choice isn’t me.

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Goodread link: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/36321128-unacquainted?from_search=true

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Book 1: Unfiltered is already available on Amazon
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About the author:

Leigh Lennon is mother, veteran and a wife of a cancer survivor. Originally with a degree in education, she started writing as an outlet that has led to a deep passion as she wrote twelve books. Now ready to publish all of them, she lugs her computer with her as she crafts her next story. She can be found drinking coffee or wine, depending on the time of the day.

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RELEASE BLITZ ~ Mister McHottie ~ By Pippa Grant

 

 

Title: Mister McHottie
Author: Pippa Grant

Genre: Sexy Romantic Comedy

 Release Date: October 30, 2017

Blurb
Chase
I’ve just bought the woman of my nightmares.
Technically, I bought the company she works
for. Point is, she cost me my two best friends ten years ago. It’s payback
time, and I’m going to make her life hell.
When I’m not banging her silly and myself
stupid.
I need to get my head back in business,
because getting off is great, but He was a man who had sex, and lots of it,
and in the worst locations, with the woman of his nightmares
isn’t the
inscription I want on my tombstone.
Even if it’s true.
Ambrosia
There are three things I hate:
Bratwurst in any form, my neighbors boinking
loudly like farm animals at 3 AM, and Chase Jett.
Mostly I hate Chase Jett. It’s been ten years
since he took my virginity—I’d make a bratwurst joke, but the unfortunate truth
is that it would have to be a bratbest joke, which also pisses me off—and now
he’s not only a billionaire, he’s also my new boss.
Turns out our hate is mutual. And this kind of
hate is horrifically twisted, filthy, and banging hot.
I just might have to hate him forever.

 

Mister McHottie is 45,000 gloriously hilarious, hot, sexy words that your mother
warned you about, complete with an organic happy-ever-after (or seven), a
Bratwurst Wagon, ill-advised office pranks, and no cheating or cliffhangers.

Purchase Links
AMAZON US / UK / CA / AU
Free in Kindle Unlimited
Excerpt
Ambrosia
May Berger is standing in the elevator bank, peering up at the numbers. She
hiccups again. I stop beside her and watch her eyes go wide, then narrow, then
cross. Mirrored elevator doors are possibly the second greatest invention known
to man.
First, of
course, is the internet.
I stare at
Bro in the door mirror.
She stares
back.
For all the
shit she gave me growing up, I always respected her spine. As much as one can respect something that infuriating.
She got away with everything. Even when she was reckless.
I can
honestly say no woman I’ve been with since her has ever tried to make a break
for it in the Bratwurst Wagon.
As long as
I block out the month that followed, I can think of the Bratwurst Wagon with a
smile.
“Working
late or coming in early?” I ask.
“The hogs
are mating again,” she replies.
The world
believes this woman to be a sane, competent adult. Mind-boggling.
“Do you
always wait in elevator banks for women you want to harass?” she asks.
“Only when
I’ve gotten bored staking out the bathrooms.” I reach over and hit the up button, because she hasn’t. “Do you
always assume the elevators can read your mind?”
“They were
doing better than you. I didn’t want to go up.”
“And you’re
standing here because…?”
“It’s my
thinking spot.”
“It’s 3 AM
on a Wednesday morning.”
“Do you see
me judging you on wanting to use an elevator at 3 AM on a Wednesday morning?
No, you don’t. So why do you have to judge me for wanting to think in an
elevator bank at 3 AM? Hmmmmmm?” The hum trills up on the end, right in time
with her swiveling to face me. She squints one eye, then the other, before
scrunching her face, pointing her index finger at my nose, and making pew, pew noises.
If this is what the security guards were worried
I’d find, I’m rather disappointed.
“Drinking
on the job again?” I ask.
Again implies I’ve done it before. Which
I have not, unless you count that time the guava kale juice fermented, which I
don’t, because it only counts as drinking if I enjoy the alcohol. Also, all
whiskey was consumed off-premise.”
“So you’re
drunk.”
“I’m not drunk. I’m barely buzzed enough to be
able to tolerate you.”
I eye her,
and decide she’s telling the truth. Her eyes are too focused and her tongue’s
too sharp for her to be drunk. I can’t even smell anything on her. Tired,
maybe, but not drunk.
“Was it
organic?” I ask dryly.
“It’s
whiskey, dickhead.”
Christ,
that mouth. I want to lick it and tape it shut all at the same time. “You
shouldn’t call your superiors names.”
She blows a
raspberry. The sight of her ripe pink tongue makes my cock leap to attention.
“Looking
for disciplinary action?” I murmur.
“Oh, don’t
you wish.” The elevator dings, and she lists inside. I’d try to catch her, but
frankly, I wouldn’t mind seeing her crash to the ground.
She comes
to a solid stop at the railing along the back paneled wall. “And you’re not my
superior,” she says.
“I write
your paycheck.”
“Not yet
you haven’t.” Spittle shouldn’t be sexy, but her second raspberry gives me a
longer look at her tongue. I remember that tongue. Long as a lizard’s, hot as a
volcano, talented as a porn star.
That’s as
complimentary as I get where Bro Berger is concerned.
“So Mr.
Liver-bellied Bratwurst-runner-away-er,” she says, “wouldn’t you be happier
owning a grocery store that I don’t work for? Because I’m sure we can find
another zagillionaire to take your place.”
I punch the
button to the eighteenth floor—where the fresh greens for tomorrow are being
picked and packed right now, if all’s on schedule—and give her my worst smile.
“Aw, Bro, your inflated opinion of my bank account is touching.”
“You could
be a mega-ka-billion-trillionaire, and you still wouldn’t have enough money to
buy a soul.”
I’m
relatively new to the ranks of the ten-figure club, but it’s still been years
since anyone has insulted me to my face.
Her blatant
hatred is oddly erotic. “Who needs a soul when I have the power to sack
tempestuous employees?”
“Go ahead.
I dare you.” She bangs the button for the fourth floor. Then the third, fifth,
seventh, ninth, and every odd number to the top. With a frown, she draws her
hand down the row of even numbers until every single floor is lit, and if I’d
still thought this was alcohol motivating her, the sharp, devious intention in
her cold eyes removes any doubt.
She’s fully
in control and she’s intentionally trying to bait me.
Heat creeps
over my scalp. It’s working.
She’s
making this elevator stop on Every. Single. Fucking. Floor.
I whip out
my cell phone—security can override her little prank—but as the doors close, my
signal dies.
She does
the MC Hammer dance, and her breasts jiggle under her swishy spring dress in a
way even a celibate Tibetan monk couldn’t resist. There’s no fucking way she’s
wearing a bra.
My cock twitches
harder.
How did a
woman so insanely evil land the world’s most perfect tits?
“Go on,
rich boy.” She switches to the Lawnmower, and now her hips are rocking it too.
“Buy your way out of that.”
Good Chase, the businessman, the gaming tech genius, the
face I show the world, the smarter part of my brain, hops off when the doors
open on the second floor, because he appreciates stairs and getting the hell
away from this deranged woman.
Bad Chase, though, has possessed my body, and keeps me
in the elevator.
I wave
goodbye to rational thought and better judgment—who needs those bitches
anyway?—and turn to Bro with a growl.
She’s
wiggling her sweet curvy ass at me now, arms circling, stirring the batter. “It’s my birthday, happy birthday, it’s my
birth—
oomph!”
Huh.
Emergency stop button works, but it’s a little choppy on the execution. Better
have maintenance look at that tomorrow.
I take one
large, purposeful step toward Bro.
She fists
her hands on her hips and calls me an asshole with her dark, heavy-lidded,
fuck-me bedroom eyes.
Yeah.
She’s
feeling it too.
That pull.
That hate. That inexplicable force of rage that can only be satiated with a
hard, hot fuck.
Author Bio
Pippa Grant is a stay-at-home mom and housewife who loves to
escape into sexy, funny stories way more than she likes perpetually cleaning
toothpaste out of sinks and off toilet handles. When she’s not reading,
writing, sleeping, or trying to prepare her adorable demon spawn to be
productive members of society, she’s fantasizing about chocolate chip cookies.
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RELEASE BLITZ ~ Renascence ~ By Alana Sapphire

 

Title: Renascence
Series: Death Dealers MC #5
Author: Alana Sapphire

Genre: Standalone Erotic Romance/Suspense

 Release Date: October 30, 2017

Blurb
Renascence
(rēˈnasns)
The revival of something that has been dormant.

***EMILY***I’m going to make all your fantasies come true.

If anyone could fulfill that promise, it’s Venom, the hot biker who made it.
He’s crude, crass, and has a filthy mouth, but I’m drawn to him. After
everything I’ve been through, the arrangement he offers seems to be exactly
what I need. What I didn’t expect is for him to be the answer to my prayers,
healing me in ways I never thought possible. He awakens something in me I
thought long dead. Will he ever want more, or am I fooling myself by thinking
he could settle for someone like me?

***VENOM***

I wanted Emily the moment I saw her.

All I could imagine was what I’d do to her if I got her in my bed. The more I
get to know her, the more I see how deep her wounds are. She’s fragile. As much
as I crave her body, bringing her into my world could break her, and not just
emotionally.

I can’t let that happen.

I won’t.

Men like me don’t get a happily ever after. Emily is better off without me, and
I pray she doesn’t learn that the hard way.

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Author Bio
Alana Sapphire has a great love for writing and music, and
always finds a way to combine the two. Her books, though in various
subcategories, are all in the Erotic Romance genre. Like a little suspense with
your romance? So does Alana! Pick up one of her books and you’ll get romance,
suspense, drama, and lots of sexy time. With books ranging from MC to
paranormal, an Alana story is out there for you. Her characters are like old
friends—near and dear to her heart—and she hopes for her readers to enjoy them
as much as she does.
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