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RELEASE BLITZ + REVIEW: PURSUIT (Mafia Ties #4) by Fiona Davenport

PURSUIT

Series: Mafia Ties #4

Author: Fiona Davenport

Genre: Contemporary Erotic Romance

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(This is part 4 in a series, but these books standalone from books 1-3)

 

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Synopsis

Brandon DeLuca’s relentless pursuit of Carly O’Reilly after she flees New York isn’t really due to the orders of his mafia boss cousin. The feisty redhead is his, and he’s done trying to pretend otherwise. Now that he’s admitted the truth to himself, he just needs to convince her to put her life in his hands—and her body in his bed.

Please note: Brandon & Carly’s romance is a three-part story, but there are no relationship cliffhangers. 

    
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Brandon and Carly met in some difficult and very unconventional circumstances, with Carly turning up to be an informant for her father’s biggest enemy, the mafia boss, Nic (Mafia Ties #1-3).  Being Nic’s right hand man and enforcer, let’s just say that although immediately attracted to the readhead beauty, he was suspicious of her intentions, and her end game, so he fought their magnetism, that already created some interesting scenes in the previous books, and ended up with Carly running away for her life. 

But Brandon is done fighting what he deep down knew to be his destiny, and after searching for one month for his missing woman, he’s not giving her a chance to stay away from him, not even for one minute more! 

So now, aside from having to convince his fated match to give them a chance – and let’s just say his methods are very persuasive (wink, wink) – he needs to help her fight for her freedom and for her life, and most of all, against her own father.

As per Fiona Davenport’s usual, this was such a fantastic story, and the perfect complement for this series, which was already my favorite by the authors!!!

Brandon and Carly’s chemistry comes through in each interaction, and the sex scenes… Boy, oh boy, are they smoking HOT!!!! They are both such strong characters, and that only adds to their lure. This pull and push, and Carly’s sassiness only give more spice to their story.

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This little read has the perfect combination of romance, humor and suspense, that keeps on making us wish for more. Specially when they give us an ending like this, that keeps us on the edge of our seats, and counting the days to the next part of the story, but without creating any doubt in our mind in the regards of Carly and Brandon’s relationship. Their love is the immovable and beautiful constant! 

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Excerpt

I sat in my car and stared at the quiet, unassuming house across the little residential street. It was dark, the inhabitants out for the night or already in bed. I happened to know it was the latter. After a couple of months of searching, I’d finally caught up to my target and I wasn’t about to let her get away again.

Still, I continued to sit there and watch, taking no action. I told myself I was simply being cautious; I didn’t need any more trouble. But, Nic had asked me to keep her safe. I was obligated. It was my job. It was complete and utter bullshit, that’s what it was.

The phone I was holding up to my ear began ringing, and I waited until the recipient picked up.

“Brandon?” Nic answered, his question implied.

“I found her.”

“Great. I’ll send—”

“No!” I snapped, cutting him off and shocking the fuck out of myself. “She’s mine.”

 

 

     

OTHER BOOKS BY FIONA DAVENPORT

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Penalty Clause, Baby, You’re Mine & Deception

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DECEPTION (Mafia Ties #1)

 

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About the Author
    
 

Hello! My name is Fiona Davenport and I’m a smutoholic. I’ve been reading raunchy romance novels since… well, forever and a day ago it seems. And now I get to write sexy stories and share them with others who are like me and enjoy their books on the steamier side. Fiona Davenport is my super-secret alias, which is kind of awesome since I’ve always wanted one.

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RELEASE BLITZ: UNDERWATER by Maayan Nahmani

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UNDERWATER

Author: Maayan Nahmani

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Date: June 26, 2016

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Synopsis

In an instant, my world turned upside down
Because of one incident, my life will never be the same
Every day I struggled to breathe
Every day I went through the motions
I felt too much
I was numb
I was drowning
I was lost inside the black
So they made me go there
I was already there, watching from the dark
And then I met him
And then I saw her
He scared me to death
She took my breath away
He was darkness
She was my light
They whispered he can’t be touched
She was the only one I could touch
I couldn’t be with him, they needed me
I fucking needed her
So I told him I would be his friend
I told her I would be her friend. For now.
But I couldn’t resist him for long
She finally realized that she’ll always be mine
We were a hot mess
We were the perfect kind of mess
Then reality dawned on me
Then my demons broke loose
I was underwater, trying to break through to the surface
I reached out my hand, trying to pull her to shore
Could he really help me?
Would she accept me, scars and all?
This was us
This was our story

Author’s Note:
“This book is based on true events and contains sensitive subjects that may be a trigger to some readers, such as violence, abuse and post-traumatic stress disorder. It also contains a parent with cancer. It is recommended for ages 18 and up.”
Safe. No cheating/OW.

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Excerpt

I pulled my car next to Dorian’s and turned off the engine. I couldn’t believe I’d actually come here. I was scared shitless to let someone in, especially now when all my attention needed to focus on one thing: my dad. Shaking my thoughts loose, I grabbed my purse, exited the car, and made my way over to where Dorian was waiting for me.

Stormy clouds drifted across the sky, hiding the moon and darkening the neighborhood. Dorian stood at the base of a street lamp where it illuminated his features, softening the rugged angles of his face. He was attractive in a rough-around-the-edges kind of way, but now – as I let myself really look at him – I thought he was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.

He left me breathless.

“We should go up,” he said. “It’s getting cold.”

He took my hand and led me in the direction of his home. God, his home. The place where he lived. I was going to see where he slept, ate, and took showers.

Shut up… Don’t think about showers.

We took the stairs two floors up until we reached a wood door. After unlocking it, he waited for me to go in before him. As I passed the threshold, he said in an awful British accent, “Welcome to my humble abode.”

 

I looked back at him and grinned. I found myself loving playful Dorian. “Why thank you.”

When he turned on the lights, I sucked in a breath. I was here, and there was no turning back. I gave myself a moment to focus on the apartment. Floor to ceiling windows consumed the entire back wall. The living area was an open concept, providing a perfect view of the whole space. Dorian’s apartment was nothing I had expected. A Victorian chandelier with a modern twist hung from the ceiling over a rustic dining room table. And even though the space was open, it had a cozy feel. The warm tones of dark blues and light creams contrasted together beautifully to make the room feel inviting.

And beautiful. 

“So, what do you think?” he asked hesitantly. 

I eyed him as he looked everywhere but at me.

“I really like it.” Then I added, “I like it so much I’m afraid I might never leave.”

His eyes landed on mine in a flash and a smile spread across his full lips. “I’d love that,” he whispered.

He took a step forward and I took a step back. I knew that if he caught me, it would be the end of our friendship. I would cave. I would fall into his strong arms and never let go. I wasn’t ready for him.

He approached me, his pace steady and his steps sure. His eyes were fixed on mine, making it hard for me to breathe.

When I felt my back hit the wall behind me, I knew there was nowhere for me to go. I drew in a sharp breath.

Game over.

Waves of heat washed over me when he placed his hands on the wall beside my head. My tumultuous heart threatened to break out of my chest.

“Did you mean that?” he asked, his deep voice in my ear, rattling my thoughts.

My eyes fluttered closed. “M-mean what?”

“The song. Did you really mean that?”

His finger touched my chin and lifted my head. “Open your eyes.”

I shook my head. I wouldn’t be able to control what he would see reflected in them. And I had a feeling my eyes would tell him everything my mouth was afraid to say out loud.

That I was afraid.

That the world kept beating me down and there was nothing I could do to stop it.

That I didn’t know how to help my family. 

That I wanted him. Wanted to be with him.

“Open your eyes, sweetheart.”

I gritted my teeth, refusing to give in.

Heart beats and erratic breaths were the only sounds in the room. Then I heard him mumble, “Fuck it,” and without warning, Dorian’s lips crashed against mine. My eyes flew open and then they fluttered closed again when my hands found their place on his chest. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to push him away or pull him closer. He kissed me deeply and with purpose, like he had been starving for it. Then his touch became gentle. The pad of his finger ran along my cheek, and then I felt the brush of his lips against mine as the kiss softened, caressing them lightly. When he bit my bottom lip, I gasped. He soothed the stinging pain with his tongue, slowly grazing it until it found its way back into my open mouth. His hand traveled to my thigh, lifting it up and wrapped it around his waist. He pulled me closer, until I was glued to his hard body. With my other leg, I had to stand on my tiptoes, because he was so damn tall. I could feel his hardness on my stomach.

He was hard for me.

My mind awoke from its daze, and I began to realize what was happening. Even though I loved the feel of his lips on mine, I was mad. How could he do that? How could he kiss me without my permission, after he said he would only be my friend? After he promised me we would take it slow.

Suddenly, I was furious. 

I shoved him but he was a brick wall. He didn’t feel my pathetic attempts to push him away, so I pushed him harder and punched him across the chest. He brought my thigh down, grabbed my hands and pinned them to the wall above my head. He was like a man possessed. It felt like nothing in this world would make him stop kissing me.

Not even me.

An internal battle took place inside my head. I wanted to kick his ass, to punch him in the face for taking what he wanted without asking. For making me give in, for surrendering myself to the emotions that overwhelmed me. But even more than that, I wanted to cling to him as my heart stepped up its pace while his tongue circled around mine.

I needed more.

I lunged forward, but my captive hands prevented me from getting closer. I kissed him back with eagerness, my tongue connecting with his. His hands let go of mine and he cupped my face. We kissed as if we’d done this a million times before.

His fingers moved along my jaw, then up until they were buried in the roots of my hair. He tightened his grip and pulled me even closer, swallowing me whole.

My hands were busy doing their own touching. I began at the base of his stomach, feeling his abs flexing under my touch. My fingers rose until they reached his strong and broad chest, up to his collarbone, until they touched the scar on his chin. I traced its path, feeling the raw and carved place where smooth skin use to be. I tore my mouth away and kissed the jagged lines. He needed to know that it was a part of him and he was beautiful to me, scars and all.

His body stilled, but I carried on with my inspection. When I was satisfied I hadn’t missed a spot, I looked up and found him watching me, his eyes wet with unshed tears. They shined with sadness, acceptance, warmth, and affection.

I watched him intently as I braced myself to expose my soul to him. It was time. I would not run away anymore.

I opened my mouth and said, “I meant every word.”

 

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About the Author
I am twenty-six years old and I live in a small town in Israel.
My family and I were going through some difficult times not too long ago and one day I was confiding in my best-friend about everything. I didn’t know how to deal with it all. Then she suggested I should write a book about it. I looked at her as if she had grown another head and dismissed the idea on the spot. But the seed had been planted, and day after day, little by little, without realizing it – I started writing.
That’s how Underwater was born.
I found writing to be cathartic, healing.  Something that helped my mind unwind and put things in perspective. I discovered a magical world where I traveled between imagination and reality. Writing became my home and I never wanted to leave.
I love to read, write, listen to music, edit videos, and play the guitar. I am always looking for the next creative thing. I also like a good movie and a glass of wine.
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RELEASE BLITZ: THE BILLIONAIRE AND HIS CASTAWAY (Promises #3) by Alexa Riley

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Synopsis

Welcome to Alexa Riley Promises. This series is dedicated to old romances. It’s tropes galore, with all of our usual over-the-top alphas and sweet cheesy goodness.

These short books will focus on traditional and classic tropes while sticking to the Alexa Riley code: no cheating and always with an HEA. That’s our Promise to you.

The Billionaire and His Castaway

Kenton Monroe has wanted her for far too long. But Madeline Caldwell isn’t giving him the time of day.

Madeline is looking to break out of her innocent shell, but Kenton definitely isn’t the guy to experiment with. She needs a nice guy, not one who makes her lady business glitter like diamonds.

Kenton has been patient for months, but she won’t bend. Getting her alone on a deserted island is the only way. Keeping her stranded and all to himself will make her see reason. Right?

Warning: If you like pina coladas and getting caught in the rain…then maybe this dirty summer read is just for you. If you like making love at midnight, put this book down and wake your partner up!

 

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“Is it always this dead around here?” I ask the bartender, glancing at the empty restaurant as I take another sip of my bubbly strawberry drink. Maybe I should’ve gone to the Italian place instead, but this one is supposed to be the best restaurant at the resort. Looking around at all the empty chairs, it makes me think maybe the website lied.

“Just a slow week,” he says, drawing my eyes back to him. Just like everyone else around here he has an incredible tan, making his bright blue eyes seem even brighter in the dimly lit restaurant.

I guess working on an island would give anyone a tan. I had lain by the pool half the day and just turned red, but luckily it faded fast and I wasn’t burnt. I never tan. I go from pale white to cherry red and then back to pale again.

“I noticed the pool was empty, too,” I tell him. In fact, everything has been kind of dead. I’d only got in this morning, but there doesn’t really seem to be anyone around except for people who work here. Maybe that’s why they’re giving out free trips to anyone who would participate in a free survey that had taken me twenty minutes to fill out. It had the silliest and most ridiculous questions, but I wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth. The resort might be deserted, but it’s beautiful.

“No one to keep you company?” he teases, leaning over the bar and shooting me a crooked smile.

A little pink hits my cheeks when I realize he’s flirting with me.

“Unless you count my book or the poolside server, then no.” I smile back.

I’m not used to being flirted with. I’d gone to an all-girls liberal arts college in New York, graduating only three months ago. Afterwards, my brothers forced me back home. The four of them own a private security firm together, and men aren’t allowed within ten feet of me. Normally it’s not a problem because my brothers look kind of scary unless you know them. All of them have been in some form of service at one time or another. They’re probably losing their shit right now after finding out I’m not tucked away at home. I can’t help but giggle internally as I think about how I gave them the slip. Finally a point for the little sister.

“Well I’m off tomorrow so if you”

“She’s busy,” I hear an all-too-familiar voice say from behind me, making my heart skip a beat. Turning my head slowly, I see the man who stars in my dreams every night. He’s been there for the last three months, since I first met his arrogant handsome self at a fundraiser. It was a charity event one of my brothers had taken me to. They had an extra ticket since their firm was covering the security.

The event’s honorary guest was none other than Kenton Monroe, one of the richest men in New York. No, scratch that, one of the richest men in the world. I’d only known that because of my brothers. I don’t pay much attention to people of wealth or the society pages in New York. It isn’t my scene, but in all fairness, I don’t really have a scene. And now that I’ve graduated, I feel even more adrift.

It didn’t take much to realize how powerful he was.

Everyone in the room seemed to notice him. Then his eyes had trained on me with a look of distaste and his jaw had hardened. His eyes narrowed exactly like the look he’s giving me right now. Only this time, his eyes are on the bartender.

“Mr. Monroe. I’m sorry, sir, I didn’t know she was one of yours.”

One of his? How many does the man have? Probably a lot with how many women fell all over him the night of the fundraiser. Those women looked nothing like me. They actually looked like they belonged there and hadn’t pulled a discount dress out of the back of their closet. Worse, they didn’t get the look that I’d gotten.

“I’m not his,” I finally protest, catching my bearings. I’m so far from his. I would never be his, no matter what my body wants, regardless of that fact that my brain keeps pulling him to the surface every time I close my eyes.

“Keep telling yourself that, sweets,” Kenton says smoothly as he finally pulls his dark blue eyes to mine. I freeze as he leans in and kisses my bare shoulder. I move away slightly, pretending I don’t like it, even though my body wants to lean into the soft touch.

“Stop calling me that,” I grit out as he slides onto the bar stool next to mine, casually throwing one of his arms along the back of my seat. His other arm rests on the bar in front of me. It’s as if he’s trying to cage me in. If anyone walked into this area of the restaurant, I don’t think they’d even be able to see me. His size and his position block me from view.

“I’ll eat whatever she’s having, and I’ll take my normal drink,” he tells the bartender, ignoring what I just said.

I hate that stupid name. It makes me feel young, and that’s not why I came here. I came to have a little adventure and to maybe finally lose my virginity. I don’t want to be sweet. I want to be sexy. Maybe even sinful. Or any other “S” word that makes me feel more like a woman. Not just the Caldwell brothers’ sweet little sister.

“What are you doing here? Did my brothers send you? What did they say?” I fire off the questions in agitation. They can’t make me leave. “I can’t believe them. I’m 22-years old, for God’s sake. Oh, just wait until I get back. I’m getting my own place. See how much they like that,” I huff out.

A slow smile starts to spread across Kenton’s face, making him look even more stupidly handsome. A man should not get to look that good, and look good he does. From his short black hair, dark blue eyes, and his large, muscular frame, he looks like Adonis come to life. Isn’t he supposed to be, like, sitting behind a desk, not lifting weights or whatever men do to look like that? Oh God, I bet he doesn’t even have to try. He’s just built like that.

“I actually own the place,” he says with a little laugh, as if he finds my little tantrum funny.

I roll my eyes at that. Or course he owns the place. I would be surprised, but he’s so rich, it’s easy to believe he owns just about everything he touches. He leans in a little more, and I try to pretend I don’t notice his closeness. I pick up my drink and take a few big gulps. The bubbles burn the back of my throat.

“Of course you do.” I try to look anywhere but at him as I put my glass back down on the bar with a hard click.

“I knew that wouldn’t impress you. Not even in the least.” His words are lazy, and I can tell he’s saying them with a smile, but I keep my eyes on the bartender as he makes his way back over with Kenton’s drink. He sets it down and tells us our food will be out shortly.

“Stop looking at him,” he growls next to my ear, making me jump. I finally pull my eyes to his, and I can’t read his expression.

“Do they know?” I ask, wanting to know if my brothers sent him here to check on me because he’s close to them. I wonder if they want to make sure, once again, that a man isn’t within ten feet of me. But Kenton is. He’s so close I can feel the heat of his body. Smell the sun on his skin.

“I’m sure it’s only a matter of time, but no, I didn’t tell them, if that’s what you’re are asking.”

I relax a little at that. I’d left them a note telling them I was going away for a few days and not to worry. But nothing I could’ve done would make them not worry. I’m their little sister by a good ten years, a whoops my parents had late in life.

Their overprotectiveness was cute when I was younger, but it took on a whole new form when our parents died. I was fifteen and had been left in their care. It would be a lie if I said I didn’t sometimes like it. It’s sweet, and I know they’re only trying to protect me, but it has been starting to wear me down since I left school.

“Is there something you need? Or can I eat in peace?” I cock my head towards him.

I still can’t get a feel for him. The first few times I’d met him, he made me feel out of place, like he didn’t want me around. Then he’d started trying to talk to me. I just gave him the same icy coldness he’d given me, and I actually think that might have blown up in my face. Now he acts like he wants a piece of me. Boys want what they can’t have, and the saying rang loud in my head. It’s ringing now, and for some reason, I want to hold on to it, because Kenton is cocky. He looked at me like I didn’t belong, but I wouldn’t give him the time of day, and now he’s interested. This feels like a small piece of revenge, and I’m probably enjoying it a little too much.

“Can’t I enjoy the company of a beautiful woman?” He gives me that half smirk again.

“I’m sure there are plenty of beautiful women to keep you company, Mr. Monroe, but I’m not among them.” I run my eyes over him. “And you’re not my type,” I lie, and I feel his body stiffen around me.

I don’t even know what my type is, regardless of what my late-night dreams tell me.

The bartender comes back, placing our plates in front of us. “Can I get a to-go box, please?” I ask him. He nods and heads towards the back once again. I’m not up for a verbal sparring match with a man like Kenton.

“Don’t go.” His tone is different now. It’s soft and sweet and almost sounds like a plea.

I push my stool back and stand, and he makes no move to get up himself. His arm is still on the bar in front of me, but the other’s fallen off the back of my chair.

“I don’t know what’s going on here. One minute you’re kind of a jerk and dismiss me, then the next you’re doing this weird flirt-with-me thing,” I say, shaking my head. At least, I think it’s flirting. My experience with men is almost zero, after all. “Either way, it doesn’t matter. It’s not happening. This,” I motion between us, “would never work. I mean, think about the first night we met. You could barely stand the sight of me.”

“That’s not true. I”

I hold my hand up, cutting him off.

“Let me just be frank so we can stop this. My brothers work for you, and we keep running into each other. I don’t want it to be weird, and I don’t want them to lose your business, but you and I can’t happen. You’d break my heart.” I grip the edge of the bar, my nails digging into the wood. “When I fall in love, it’s going to be with a sweet man who doesn’t scare the bejesus out of me.”

I stress love instead of sex, because for some reason I don’t want him to know I’m a virgin. I want to lose my virginity to someone who isn’t going to break my heart in the process. Thankfully, the bartender comes back at the end of my little speech and starts packing up my food. Kenton just stares at me while I just watch the bartender box up the food and grab the bag.

“I got it,” Kenton says, grabbing the check from the bar top.

“Thank you.” I give him a tight smile, like a part of me isn’t aching from shutting down what could’ve been. That I hadn’t thought for a minute that maybe, just maybe, I could spend a few sexy nights with this man in paradise. But the aftermath would be too painful. I’m just like he said, sweet. I have no idea how to begin to be sexy.

I’d have to see him again in New York. And what would it be like if, after all that, I’d have to see him with another woman? Heck, I’d been jealous that night at the charity event and we’d said maybe two words to each other.

“It’s always a pleasure,” he says, standing and moving his own chair out a little so I can easily get by.

“Goodnight, Mr. Monroe.”

 
 
 

 

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About the Author

Alexa Riley is two sassy friends who got together and wrote some dirty books. They are both married moms of two who love football, donuts, and obsessed book heroes.

They specialize in insta-love, over-the-top, sweet, and cheesy love stories that don’t take all year to read. If you want something SAFE, short, and always with a happily ever after, then Alexa Riley is for you!

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RELEASE BLITZ: EASY KISSES (The Boudreaux #4) by Kristen Proby

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Kristen Proby does it again with EASY KISSES, the sexiest new addition to her Boudreaux Series! EASY KISSES is a Contemporary Erotic Romance novel and is the 4th book in Kristen’s New York Times bestselling The Boudreaux Series. This book is available now so be sure to grab your copy today!

 

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Synopsis

The Boudreaux Series. Sexy. Intriguing. Easy.

Simon Danbury, an internationally sought after motivational speaker, helps women from all walks of life with love, self-esteem, dating and career building skills. Handsome, witty and wealthy, Simon seemingly has everything a man could want.

But appearances can be deceiving.

While Simon may have the answers for millions of women all over the world, when it comes to his own love life, he’s a giant, sexy mess. Divorced, and convinced that he’ll never love again, the very last thing he expects is one Charly Boudreaux.

Charly doesn’t want to be at this seminar in the middle of nowhere, but her sister made her go. She’s the one who has her life together. Great career, amazing family, nice home, and loyal friends. So what if she doesn’t have a man? She doesn’t need one. If she’s learned anything in her almost thirty years, it’s that men are more trouble than they’re worth.

And they have a nasty habit of breaking your heart into a million tiny pieces.

So she’ll sit through all of Simon’s touchy feely crap and go home and get on with her life. Except Simon isn’t really spouting crap, and when he smiles at her, the butterflies are ridiculous.

Never mixing business with pleasure, Simon finds Charly, a bright spot in a universe that’s been dark for too long. But will he be able to resist her?

And why would he want to?

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“Hi there, handsome.”

“Well, hello, love.”

“You know,” I say as I lock the door behind him, then walk to my counter to close out the till and get ready to leave. “I’ve discovered that since you’ve been here, you’re very bad for my productivity.”

“How is that?” He leans on the counter and braces his chin on his fist, watching me.

“I’m closing the shop early, for one.”

“I do believe the sign in the window says you close at six.” He checks his watch. “And look at that, it’s six.”

“I haven’t actually closed at six since…well, I don’t remember. I usually chat with customers, redesign displays, shop for new stock. But most of that has been set aside because I seem to be spending most of my time with a certain sexy Brit. It’s a good thing you’re cute.”

He raises a brow and stands to full height, taking my breath away. His ink is on display again in a simple black T-shirt, stretched over wide, muscular shoulders.

Where did my knees go again?

“Cute, am I?”

His accent gets even thicker when he’s turned on, and it’s on full blast now.

“Adorable.”

He slowly circles around the counter and leans into me, pinning my hips against it. His lips are inches from mine.

“I don’t think a man is supposed to be cute.

“No?” Oh, God, I can’t breathe right when he’s this close to me. His hands are on my hips now, his fingers under the hem of my blouse, and then gliding up my skin and over my bra to cup my breasts.

“We shouldn’t do this here.” Is that my voice? I sound breathy and turned on, which is pretty accurate.

“No one is here,” he says and brushes feather-soft kisses over my cheek to my ear. My body is one giant shiver. Thank God for the giant display I built today that blocks us from outside traffic.

As if by their own volition, my hands make their way down the back of his jeans to cup his very fine ass just as he nips my neck, making me gasp.

“How cute am I now?” he whispers, never taking his lips from my skin.

“You’re just precious,” I reply, hearing my own accent thicken along with his cock pressed to my belly.

“You make me laugh,” he says, smiling against my neck. “You make me so hard it hurts. And I’m grateful that you’re wearing a skirt.”

“Why is that?”

He reaches down and balls the material in his fists, raising it above my waist.

“You’re not wearing panties,” he says with surprise, his blue eyes pinned to mine.

“Not today.”

 
 
 

 

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New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author Kristen Proby is the author of the bestselling With Me In Seattle and Love Under the Big Sky series. She has a passion for a good love story and strong, humorous characters with a strong sense of loyalty and family. Her men are the alpha type; fiercely protective and a bit bossy, and her ladies are fun, strong, and not afraid to stand up for themselves.

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Retiring from the military was the right decision for Beckett Fitzgerald. He’s landed the girl of his dreams, the ring is on her finger and the only other mission he’s interested in is putting a baby in Promise’s belly by the time they get back from the honeymoon. Simple, right?

Swept off her feet by Beckett, with his scarred face and Monet blue eyes, Promise is finally learning that true love isn’t just for fairy tales. With her brother finally free from the horrors of foster care and her own personal hero hell-bent on teaching her all the magical ways her body belongs to him, her once-in-a-lifetime feels so real.

But, before their honeymoon suitcases are packed, a knock on the door and a best friend’s betrayal threaten to tear them apart. Beckett will cross oceans and leave a path of destruction behind to protect what is his, but when promises are broken, and the truth is revealed, will their all-consuming love be enough to carry them through?

Author’s Note: You receive both books! Cherish is the conclusion to the best-selling, Promise which is also included here as free bonus content so you can read Beckett & Promise’s story from beginning to end. This book will give you a sweet happily ever after, an insatiable head-over-heels in love alpha hero, panty melting yumminess and no cheating.

 

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I’ve never told her, but she’s too good for me. I know I married far up the chain of command, so far that someone should have slapped me back down. But here I am. So I intend to keep her completely satisfied, so completely satisfied that she will never even have time to think twice about her decision to marry a fuck like me. A girl like her could be on any man’s arm. Some billionaire somewhere is missing his porcelain doll. And although I may not have the coin to offer her like that, I sure as shit can make sure she knows all the other ways only I can take care of her.

Like this.

She’s as sweet and juicy as an overripe peach. I swear she tastes better every time. I slurp and swallow as her hands come down to grip the sides of my head. My fingers take control of her lush thighs, spreading her, following her manic, up-and-down, up-and-down motion with enthusiasm.

I lick and suck. Rasping my teeth over her clit until she cums with such a shudder it’s like she’s possessed. Quaking and shivering, she runs sweet cum into my mouth and I swallow her nectar with pride.

My balls throb. My cock demands his own just reward but I’m not done with my little girl. I want one more from her because I can feel the animal in me clawing forward. When I get my cock inside her, it’s not going to be gentle.

Hard, rough and fast. I want her soaking and moaning and ready when it happens.

I give her a few seconds to re-group, tickling her outer lips with my tongue. Then I’m face deep inside her again. My tongue wants to be everywhere. I’m winding up and down in each fold. I’ve been here so many times and it will never be enough. Her pussy is my home.

She falls over into another gushing orgasm, my name on her lips as I bite down on her clit. She practically levitates off the bed.

I pull back for a second, listening to her soft moans and admiring her dripping opening.

“Come here.” I reach for her hands, gently pulling her up as her glazed eyes barely focus.

I guide her hips up and over me as I lay down on the bed.

“Hop on. I want that pussy on my face. Show me what you need.” My hands come up and around her thighs until I’ve got two giant handfuls of ass, and I’m pulling her hips down so the masterpiece of her pussy covers my mouth.

I lick her outer lips, then flick her clit with my tongue. I want all of her at once. I want to devour her, ruin her and stick a damn flag in the ground like Neil Armstrong claiming the moon. She’s all mine. Every juicy inch. I count myself the luckiest man on earth because of it.

I settle my mouth over her clit, playing with the hard button, using the tip of my tongue until she starts to take what’s hers. I love her like this. There is nothing sexier than seeing my girl needy, knowing I’m the only one who will give her what she craves. She’s twitching, grinding down on my mouth, soaking my face until her juice is dripping down through the scruffy two-day beard that covers my jaw.

I groan right along with her. I’m pretty fucking sure I enjoy this more than she does.

She whimpers my name a few times and I stuff my tongue as far into her clutching cunt as it can reach. My name’s still on her lips. Along with some ‘Oh my Gods’ but I think I’m the one who sees Jesus. When your girl cums while calling your name and God’s in the same breath, you are as close to the holy land as mortal man can be.

 
 
 

 

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Dani Wyatt loves her alpha men; make them military, cowboys, MMA — any uber alpha with a wicked possessive streak and an insatiable libido. Receive a free exclusive unpublished title when you join Dani’s private readers group for updates, free chapters and discounts.

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She’s a 40 something regular lady who just happens to love badass alpha males who pull your hair and love their women with a lethal passion.

 

When she’s not writing (which is not often) she is probably laughing about some irony (like A-1 Steak Sauce is vegan), riding her horse, wondering why The Walking Dead can’t have a new episode every night, or looking cross-eyed at some piece of technology sent to ruin her day.

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Retiring from the military was the right decision for Beckett Fitzgerald. He’s landed the girl of his dreams, the ring is on her finger and the only other mission he’s interested in is putting a baby in Promise’s belly by the time they get back from the honeymoon. Simple, right?

Swept off her feet by Beckett, with his scarred face and Monet blue eyes, Promise is finally learning that true love isn’t just for fairy tales. With her brother finally free from the horrors of foster care and her own personal hero hell-bent on teaching her all the magical ways her body belongs to him, her once-in-a-lifetime feels so real.

But, before their honeymoon suitcases are packed, a knock on the door and a best friend’s betrayal threaten to tear them apart. Beckett will cross oceans and leave a path of destruction behind to protect what is his, but when promises are broken, and the truth is revealed, will their all-consuming love be enough to carry them through?

Author’s Note: You receive both books! Cherish is the conclusion to the best-selling, Promise which is also included here as free bonus content so you can read Beckett & Promise’s story from beginning to end. This book will give you a sweet happily ever after, an insatiable head-over-heels in love alpha hero, panty melting yumminess and no cheating.

 

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“You needy, babe?” I drag my face lower, spreading her ass cheeks with the dig of my massive hands, breathing on her soaking cunt, teasing her. Her lust smells like sex candy and it’s hard as fuck not to dive right in, but I want her quivering and begging. “Touch yourself, let me see your fingers inside you. Get some of this sweet pussy on your fingers and taste yourself.”

I don’t know what I love more: fucking her, eating her, or watching her masturbate. The first time I had her Jill-off for me, she was so cute. The hint of embarrassed innocence only made me hotter than fuck, but since then, she’s learned how much it pleases me to watch her touch herself. And I’m the luckiest fuck on the planet because my girl seems to like to please me as much as I like to please her.

She slips her arm down below her body, coming up right in front of my face where I’m still locked behind her, admiring all that is mine with my hands, keeping her spread open and my eyes glued to the shiny, silk gash that has my name written all over it.

“That’s it, babe. Show me what that pussy likes.”

Her fingers tremble as she settles them into the masterpiece of pink folds, stroking her clit, circling it and letting out her special musical fuck-me noises until my cock is near shooting off in my pants.

It’s more than I can take. When two of her fingers disappear into her soaking snatch, it’s my moment; I drive my face in, following her, kissing and licking where her fingers pump in and out. The sensation of her fingers under my tongue stroking herself and the flavour of her arousal tighten my balls until I see stars.

“Ummm, please…” Promise’s legs are quivering along with her voice.

“Drop that hand, babe, I’ll take it from here. Push your pussy back on my mouth and I’ll give you what you need.”

I eat her drenched pussy buffet until she can’t hold herself up. Then I flip her over, spread her legs until she yelps liked a kicked puppy and settle my mouth between her legs again, sucking down hard on her clit.

She tastes like every fantasy I’ve ever had. Sweeter, more sensual than anything I could imagine. The flavor runs directly from my mouth to my dick until I’m so hard I could cut glass.

My tongue dances around her swollen nub and I suck down until she gushes. I hear the music start to come from her. Her hips convulse and flounce under my face and I keep working, slamming two fingers into the river that pours out of her.

She moans my name until it seems as if she knows no other words right now and that’s how it damn well should be. My name is the only word she can form when she cums.

She twists as the orgasm takes over, practically knocking me backward, but my other hand keeps my little bronco’s thighs set tight. I drag my teeth over her clit until my face is soaked and she shakes like a damn earthquake. When she screams my name one more time and her voice gives out, my job here is done.

Well, not done. Never done.

Never.

 
 
 

 

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Dani Wyatt loves her alpha men; make them military, cowboys, MMA — any uber alpha with a wicked possessive streak and an insatiable libido. Receive a free exclusive unpublished title when you join Dani’s private readers group for updates, free chapters and discounts.

http://eepurl.com/bubxzz

 

She’s a 40 something regular lady who just happens to love badass alpha males who pull your hair and love their women with a lethal passion.

 

When she’s not writing (which is not often) she is probably laughing about some irony (like A-1 Steak Sauce is vegan), riding her horse, wondering why The Walking Dead can’t have a new episode every night, or looking cross-eyed at some piece of technology sent to ruin her day.

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Emma’s had it bad for Professor Faraday all semester. Despite her best efforts, Luke Faraday seems immune to the brilliant blonde who sits enthralled in his lecture hall every day. 

When Emma decides to confront her enigmatic professor and confess her feelings, Luke has a confession of his own to make. Will his confession send her running? Or will it send her running straight into his arms?

Either way, Emma’s about to get more of an education than she bargained for.

 ***This is a Dark Fantasies Novella, fantasy being the key word. Get lost in the story, hold off jumping to conclusions, and brace yourself for the sweet surprise waiting at the end.***

 

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“Dr. Faraday . . .” she calls in that innocent voice of her. There’s a question in her voice.

“My place. Tonight.” I tuck my insatiable cock into my pants. “I’m afraid we’ve failed to fully meet his needs with our session this afternoon, so we’ll have to try again later.”

I wait her for to agree. Her body tells me everything I need to know, but still, I want her to nod. She does, her shoulders slumping in defeat as I pull a fresh shirt from my briefcase and button it on. Even after I’ve forced orgasm after orgasm from her, riding her hard, I can tell she’s still wound tight. Still needy.

Still greedy for my body and what it does to her.

After tucking in my shirt, I smack her ass as I pass behind her. She barely flinches, instead almost sinking into my palm, welcoming it to strike her soft cheek again. I give her what she wants.

“I’ve taken every part of you in the time we’ve been allotted, but tonight . . .” My fingers run down her cheeks, pausing to circle where I’m planning on having my fun tonight.

Her hips pitch back, giving me better access, and right before I free my cock to take her back there now, I pause long enough to take a breath. Tonight. Something to look forward to.

When I can take as much time as I want.

Giving her ass one last slap, I lower my mouth to her neck. Unable to resist, I suck her delicate skin like I played with her nipple earlier, until she’s arching her back and her tits are pointing at the ceiling. When I release her, I smile at the mark already starting to bruise her neck. Mine.

“Good-bye for now, poppet.” I run my fingers through her ponytail on the way to my briefcase.

After jogging up the stairs, I pause when I reach the door, unable to leave the room without admiring her from this vantage.

She’s still on the table, knees spread, wrists bound in front of her and forcing her massive chest to spill over her arms. The evidence of our fucking is still dripping from her, and her skin is flushed from the things I’ve done to her body. Her muscles and limbs are exhausted from the things I’ve made her do.

Her nipples look well-suckled, the mark on her neck is spreading, and she’s staring at me in a way that makes my inner demon gloat.

She’s everything I’ve ever wanted. Everything I could ever want.

And she’s all mine.

 

 

 

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What am I doing?

        That’s all that keeps repeating through my head. Why didn’t I run? Why didn’t I leave when I had the chance? He was willing to let me escape. Why didn’t I?

        The questions keep storming through my mind, but I know the answer. I’ve wanted Luke Faraday from the first day I saw him. I’ve wanted him, and now that I know he wants me too, I can’t walk away.

        Even though he scared the shit out of me at first with all that domineering and locking of doors, now I know he’s in on my little secret. I’ve been spying on him for weeks now. He was right—I did touch myself in my car, watching him strip, watching him do much worse . . . just thinking about his naked body, his hand shuttling up and down his cock in front of the window at night . . . my body responded like he’s actually inside me.

        He knows about my obsession with him . . . but I know about his obsession with me. Going through my medical files at the campus medical building? If it isn’t illegal, it’s grossly unethical. Not to mention his comment about marking my chair with his cum after the first day of class.

        Picturing him doing it, thinking about how I slid into that cum-marked seat the next day makes my nipples harden. He doesn’t miss it. He’s practically gloating, his eyes staring greedily at my tits, knowing what he’s doing to my body. Knowing that despite my best attempts to convince him otherwise, my body is priming itself for him, welcoming him closer, inviting him to take me.

        I eye the door one last time—my body even angles toward it—but then I accept my fate. I’m not leaving. I don’t want to. Whatever dark urges he’s driven by, no matter the insatiability of his appetites, I’m his. I always have been.

        From the time I first entered this room and fell into his web, I’ve been caught. He’ll have to throw me through that door before I leave it.

        My hand moves down my skirt, slips under the hem, and moves up my wet inner thighs.

        He reclines back into his chair, wetting his lips as he watches the show I’m giving him. Now that I’m resolved, my inhibitions are gone. Now that I’ve committed to my fate, I’m driven by my desire for him, unable to think of anything but our bodies joining.

        I slide a little closer to him before touching myself. I’ve gotten to watch him get off a couple of times already—it’s only fair he gets to watch me. He’s got the goddamn front row seat to the show, so I might as well make it a good one.

 

 

 
 

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Holy mother of FILTHY talkers!!!!
This was one the most seriously SCORCHING taboo stories I have had the pleasure (*cue snickering*) of reading!

It’s a fantastic short and quick treat that hits all the right spots (wink, wink)! I’m not going to extend this review and disclose to much because I don’t want to spoil all your fun, and come on don’t waste more time reading this, get your hands on it!!!

Total masturbation worthy SMUT-FEST for start to finish!
And that ‘little’ twist by the end… Fantastic!!!

Ps. Damn I’m in total cover-and-teaser-LUST with Kat Austen’s books! Definitely one of my favorite graphic designs in the industry, CONGRATULATIONS!

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Emma’s had it bad for Professor Faraday all semester. Despite her best efforts, Luke Faraday seems immune to the brilliant blonde who sits enthralled in his lecture hall every day. 

When Emma decides to confront her enigmatic professor and confess her feelings, Luke has a confession of his own to make. Will his confession send her running? Or will it send her running straight into his arms?

Either way, Emma’s about to get more of an education than she bargained for.

 ***This is a Dark Fantasies Novella, fantasy being the key word. Get lost in the story, hold off jumping to conclusions, and brace yourself for the sweet surprise waiting at the end.***

 

Excerpt

I roam in front of her, keeping my distance. For now. “I wouldn’t think you had much concern for privacy. Especially since I’ve caught you sitting in your car outside of my house late at night. What were you doing there?”

When her mouth falls open, I almost throw myself on her. That mouth. It will be my undoing, especially if she keeps opening it like that, parting it, gasping. Soon I’ll be drawing moans and screams from it, my obsession with it only growing.

“Were you watching me undress and climb into the shower? Touching yourself as you watched? Is that why you did it? To get yourself off since I wasn’t doing it for you?”

She pushes off the wall a little. “You knew?”

I circle closer. From this distance, I can smell her. From the scent of her shampoo to the scent that resides between her legs, the waiting is killing me. I need her. I have to have her. “Of course I knew. Why do you think I kept the blinds open and jacked off in full view?”

When my hand lowers to my crotch, stroking myself a few times through my slacks, she watches. She likes to watch. That’s why I gave her such a good show the last time.

“It wasn’t for the neighbors’ benefit, poppet.”

Her chest is moving fast, her breathing rushed. Horny little girl. “That was for me?”

I nod. “All of it. All of this has been for you.” Waving around the room, I end with pointing my finger between her and me. “Now it’s time to reward me for my patience and efforts.”

She steps closer and the sound her heel makes stabs the silence. “You’ve been planning this.”

If only she knew . . . she’d run. My obsession for her runs deep. It’s all-consuming. All-encompassing. All-powerful. All . . . everything.

“Ever since the day you walked through that door.” I point at the one she first came in through, the last one I’d locked, sealing her fate. “Now, don’t make me ask again—take off your shirt and let me see those perfect tits I’ve spent months jacking off to.”

Her breathing heavy, she stares at me like she’s trying to figure out an equation. Her eyes skim my body, making multiple visits to what resides below my belt. When they end on my eyes, her fingers move to her shirt.

She slips the next button free, then the next, until there’re no more left to undo. She never breaks eye contact. I don’t think she even blinks. God knows I don’t. I don’t want to miss a thing.

“Off,” I order when the shirt stays draped over her shoulders, hiding those glorious peaks.

Slowly, she pulls one arm free from her shirt. Then the other, until at last, the blouse spills down her back and floats to the floor. Her arms cover herself at first, but all she needs to see is my jaw going rigid before her arms fall back to her sides. She’s learning. Listen . . . or else.

 
 
 

Header Educating Emma

Holy mother of FILTHY talkers!!!!
This was one the most seriously SCORCHING taboo stories I have had the pleasure (*cue snickering*) of reading!

It’s a fantastic short and quick treat that hits all the right spots (wink, wink)! I’m not going to extend this review and disclose to much because I don’t want to spoil all your fun, and come on don’t waste more time reading this, get your hands on it!!!

Total masturbation worthy SMUT-FEST for start to finish!
And that ‘little’ twist by the end… Fantastic!!!

Ps. Damn I’m in total cover-and-teaser-LUST with Kat Austen’s books! Definitely one of my favorite graphic designs in the industry, CONGRATULATIONS!

ARC kindly provided by the author via ArdentProse

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Eve White is about to be sold to the highest bidder.

Desperate to escape a life she didn’t choose, she’s sent away from her foster home one fateful night to be sold as another man’s property. Determined to survive by any means necessary, she makes it her goal to cash-in on her circumstances and run, because Eve’s only focus is her boys. The foster brothers she grew up protecting are her only concern—sheltering them and herself, the best that she can. But a half a million dollars for two years of her time paid by a sweet, silent, dashing man is one wild card Eve didn’t see coming.

Asher Strong has spent his life with one solitary focus: her.
Haunted by a single night from his past, Asher has made it his life’s work to right the wrongs, but from the moment he lays eyes on the raven-haired beauty, everything changes. He becomes obsessed with protecting her, showering her in the love she never had as a child, and welcoming her into his home and his life forever. It isn’t long before the sexual tension between them ignites into a blaze that they are powerless to contain, until one more fateful night threatens to shatter it all.

*Warning: Asher is a virgin alpha-male with a giant heart who would do anything to protect his woman. If syrupy-sweet heroes and a delicious happily-ever-after make you swoon, White is the book for you!

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“You were lovely tonight, Allie.” The man in charge from earlier reached for my palm and placed a soft kiss on the knuckle.

“I’d like to introduce you to Asher Strong. He’s quite enthusiastic about spending time with you.” The man’s eyes twinkled as they watched me turn to Mr. Strong.

I swallowed the fear and looked him directly in the eye, extending a hand. “I’m afraid we weren’t properly introduced earlier. Lovely to meet you.” I said the wordswith a saccharine bite.

Asher’s eyes flared for an instant as they dipped from my full, painted red lips, then back to my eyes. His gaze narrowed for a minute before he extended his hand and took mine. His touch was softer than I’d imagined. His eyes cut across the room and said so much behind the dark and intimidating gaze, but his hand was gentle, his touch respectful. He immediately removed his tux jacket and wrapped it around me, buttoning it up. His eyes quickly touched upon my bare cleavage, and his nostrils flared. “Grab me a scarf,” he ordered. The next thing I knew, one was draped across my chest, hiding every piece of exposed flesh.

My heart sped to a gallop when he raised my hand and placed a kiss at the top of my knuckles. “It’s a pleasure,” he murmured against my skin and sent flames all along my milky white flesh.

 
 
 

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“I can’t wait to be buried inside you,” I whispered in her ear.

“I’m ready, but I’m scared,” she said softly with her eyes averted to the trees shrouding us.

“Hey, beautiful, look at me,” I whispered in the darkness. Her eyes opened slowly and she pushed one hand through my hair. Just her touch calmed every last ragged nerve I had. “Sweetheart, this is my first time, too. I waited a long time for you, for this. I couldn’t imagine being with anyone else but you. This is the beginning for us, baby. This is my forever,” I breathed and soothed her anxiety with a slow kiss on the lips. She cupped my stubbled jawline and reassured me with every stroke that she felt this, too. This thing between us was alive and real and pulsed just as steadily as the beat of our hearts. She was ready.

I returned her kiss slowly as I eased my cock into her, inch by slow inch. I wanted to make this feel as good for her as it already did for me. Nerve endings sizzled, and all the sense I had left my brain as I tried to control myself in those first few moments. Time stopped, and the cool breeze whistled through the trees as we kissed and I eased myself inside her body, reveling in the feel of her skin on mine. I pushed myself to the limit. With her, I pushed myself home.

 
 
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When she thought everything was lost and had very little hope, Evie proved what an amazingly strong damsel in distress she is, but in comes Asher, the most PERFECT knight in shining armor!!!
Both virgins and a completely obsessed H, by his Evie, it doesn’t get much more perfect than this!!! And a surprise twist almost by the end, what are you waiting for?!
I loved every second of it, and I can’t wait for more of Aria’s contemporary fairytales, I devour them!
True ROMANCE at its best!!!! <3 <3 <3

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Aria Cole is a thirty-something housewife who once felt bad for reading dirty books late at night, until she decided to write her own. Possessive alpha men and the sassy heroines who love them are common, along with a healthy dose of irresistible insta-love and happily ever afters so sweet your teeth may ache.

Aria’s new release BLACK is the first in her modern fairy tale series. For a safe, off-the-charts HOT, and always HEA story that doesn’t take a lifetime to read, get lost in an Aria Cole book!

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COVER REVEAL & GIVEAWAY: LOVING HIS FOREVER by LeAnn Ashers

LOVING HIS FOREVER
 
Author: LeAnn Ashers
 
Genre: Romantic Suspense
 
Release Date: August 18, 2016
Synopsis

Braelyn

I’m nobody. Homeless, afraid of my own shadow and haunted by memories. I went through the motions, but I wasn’t living. Until him. He made me live again. He became my everything. Until he came back. The man that caused me to live in my own personal hell for years.

Ethan

Brae is broken. She’s haunted by memories. I saw the fire in her eyes flicker and it was enough. It consumed me. I was determined to see her thrive. I didn’t expect to fall in love with her and that it would become everything. Nothing will stop me from protecting her. He will pay for her pain.

 

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LeAnn Asher’s is a blogger turned author who spends her days reading and writing She released her debut novel early 2016, and can’t wait to where this new adventure takes her. LeAnn writes about strong minded females and strong protective males who love their women unconditionally.

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