Book Title: The Beach Wife
Author: Doug K. Pennington
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release Date: March 14, 2016
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Kim feels trapped in a loveless marriage to a jealous, wealthy older man. He blames her for crippling him in an auto accident that he himself caused. Kim strives to make the marriage work, despite her husband’s blame, verbal abuse and bitterness. When she meets a wickedly handsome man on the beach, she fights not to want him, not to want a new life and not to fall in love.
But Derek is seductive and irresistible—a former soldier who has recently come to town to start a landscaping business. Kim falls hard for him, and he becomes addicted to her. Although Kim wants a divorce, her husband finds out about their affair, and devises a plot to destroy them both. They must struggle to survive a web of lies, deceit and dangerous passion.
THE BEACH WIFE
by Doug K. Pennington
It was almost seven o’clock when Kim gathered up her towel and packed her beach bag. When she heard a barking dog, she turned sharply toward the sound, seeing a black Labrador galloping through the water, kicking up spray, lunging and seizing the stick between his teeth. He whirled and raced off toward his owner, the sexy man Kim had seen earlier. He had spotted her, and was now striding across the sand toward her.
She stiffened, staring at him somberly, the late sun on his broad naked shoulders, his long hair wet and raked back from his forehead. Afraid he might pick up her vibes, she stood quickly and swung the strap of her beach bag over her shoulder. Tucking her head, she started across the sand toward the path, feeling his eyes on her back. And then he called to her.
“Leaving so soon?”
She stopped and turned, nervous now, pulling a loose strand of hair from her eyes, her mouth twitching as he approached. A late evening breeze stirred across them and then fell back to stillness. Her pulse quickened.
He stopped within ten feet of her. “Did you get that dog yet?”
She shook her head, pretending casualness, taken by his chiseled jaw and day-old shadow of beard. Taken by his tanned handsomeness. “No…”
His dog rushed over to him, tongue swinging, dark eyes focused lustily on the stick the man was holding. The dog nudged the man’s hand with his nose.
Kim looked at the dog and then at the man. “What’s your dog’s name?”
“Colin. That’s an unusual name for a dog.”
“He was named after a buddy of mine in Afghanistan. Colin Bates. He was a Royal Marine from just outside London. He was killed.”
Kim stared, seeing sorrow, seeing speculative appraisal. The impact of him was astonishing. He stood a good 6 inches taller than Kim, who was 5 foot 9 in bare feet. She noticed the scar again and he followed her eyes.
“I’m sorry,” she said. “You were there? Afghanistan?”
Derek shrugged. “Yeah. Three tours.”
Kim let that settle in. She turned her attention back to the dog. “Are you going to throw the stick?” she asked.
The man smiled, cocked his arm and flung the stick far toward the sea.
Their eyes met, his curious and cautious. Hers probing but nervous.
“Do you have time for a walk?” he asked.
“No, I don’t.”
“Meeting someone?” he asked.
“Something else to do?”
“Don’t like dogs?”
“Don’t like me?”
Kim glanced away, forcing a laugh. “No.”
“Do you ever say, yes?”
The tension left her face. She smiled. “Yes.”
“Can I take that ‘yes’ to mean you’ll go for a walk with me? An innocent walk, with a man and his dog? Yes?”
Kim felt a little weak in the knees. The guy had a raw sexuality that was unsettling and thrilling. He seemed to pulse with it. Her cheeks flushed. Did he notice?
“Okay… a short walk,” Kim said.
She dropped her beach bag and towel to the sand and they started off, silent for a time, each besieged with palpable attraction.
Derek was entranced by the sound of her smoky alto voice. It had a breathless intimacy to it, as if she were about to reveal some racy secret.
Derek indicated toward her beach house. “That yours?”
“I live there. It’s my husband’s.”
He looked at her. “So it’s not yours? Not yours and his?”
Her face told him nothing, and Kim didn’t offer more.
Derek was disappointed. He was hoping she wasn’t married. A single woman was a lot less complicated, and there was obviously something going on between her and her husband that was very complicated.
“Are you new around here?” Kim asked, kicking along the warm sand.
“Yeah, not long. I live in a little cottage on the beach, about a mile away.”
“Just here for the summer?” Kim asked.
“I hope not. I came to Scorpio Beach to stay.”
Kim lifted her eyes. “Really?”
He looked at her, surprised again by her taut stomach, tanned body and thin gorgeous neck. She was even sexier close up than from a distance. How many women could he say that about?
Kim watched the orange sun color the water; watched seagulls sail and heard their piercing cries. She felt a little high, as if she’d drunk a glass of wine. It was a feeling she hadn’t had for a very long time: a rising sexual high, a wetness. But there was something about him that set off warning bells, and she sensed danger—danger pooling in her gut. She’d been feeling angry and trapped, and just being with this man brought it all to the surface. She’d made a vow long ago never to be trapped. Her mother had been trapped, lonely and unhappy.
Kim allowed her impulsive mind to wander, estimating things, like what would happen if she picked up this guy and rode him all night? They’d just met, so it wouldn’t mean anything. It would just be a sexual release, an escape—but she could definitely use a release and an escape. But then what? Would it change anything? Would it solve any of her problems?
“What does your husband do?” Derek asked.
“He’s into real estate and other things. Investments… things like that. What do you do?” Kim asked.
“I have a landscaping business. Just started really. I’ve only been in town about five months.”
“That’s why I haven’t seen you before that.” Kim was just making conversation now. She could feel the sense of danger melting into forbidden longing, an impulse to rebel against her life’s restraints and disappointments, against her loneliness and Ben’s rejection of her. Suddenly, she imagined the weight of this guy on top of her—imagined his large hands on her breasts. She wanted to feel wanted again, needed again—even if it was just a sexual want, a sexual adventure. She wanted the thrill of sex and the delightful relaxation of coming back down to earth when it was over, feeling warm and satisfied. God, how she needed some kind of release.
“How’s your business going?” Kim asked.
“Not bad. And what do you do?”
Kim turned away. “I used to dance.”
“Dance? What kind of dance?”
“I danced in shows… shows on Broadway, and other places.”
Derek stopped, looking at her brightly. “Broadway. That sounds like fun. Do you still dance?”
Kim looked back toward the house. “No.”
“It’s a long story.”
“I’ve got time.”
Kim shook her head. “I don’t have time.”
Just looking at Ben’s house frightened and depressed her. It snuffed out the candle of her desire. Of course she wasn’t going to sneak off and screw this guy. Of course not.
“I need to go,” she said.
“Can we meet again?” Derek asked.
Kim swallowed away the knot in her throat. She wanted to meet him again, but it would be dangerous. She was feeling very vulnerable and very angry. And she was feeling agonizingly sexy.
“No,” Kim said, swiftly. “I don’t think that would be a good idea.”
“There’s that ‘no’ again.”
Kim gave him a meaningless grin. “Yes, that is a ‘no.’ A firm no.”
Derek watched her leave and move across the sand, a lovely, breath-taking beauty, with tall legs and broad fragile shoulders, who caused a riot of heat in his loins.
He breathed in his lusty thoughts as his eyes lingered on her.
He had to have this woman—even if only for one night. He was determined to have her. He ran a hand over his raspy beard, thinking. He’d have to be careful, patient and calculating, yes, but he could make it happen. She would finally cave in and he’d have her, because she wanted him. He’d seen it in her troubled blue eyes. For a few heated seconds, he’d seen the burn of desire in them, a warm beckoning, before she’d abruptly slammed the door and turned away.
He watched her climb the path to the house, hoping she’d turn back to give him a final wave. He willed her to wave. His lips moved as he called out at a whisper for her to turn and wave.
Then, just before she drifted out of sight, she paused, glanced over her shoulder and waved.
Derek sighed. He eased down into the warm sand and sat, his body coiled and throbbing. Colin came up with a sloppy tongue and a wagging tail.
“Colin, old boy, that is one helluva sexy woman.”
He has worked as a copywriter, a pianist, playing on cruise ships around the world, and as a manager for several graphics companies.
Doug lives in New York City, with his wife, Elyse, and their cat, Eaton, who loves to take little sips from a good glass of Pinot Noir.
Book Title: Same Page
Author: G.L. Tomas
Genre: I/R Erotic Contemporary Romance
Release Date: December 2, 2015
Hosted by: Book Enthusiast Promotions
Naima vibed with Timothy from the first moment they met. Attraction wasn’t supposed to happen, but it did—with no time to turn back.
Timothy knew better. But that moment—her mouth pressed against his—made him forget about his girlfriend and he would do anything to get another chance to kiss those lips.
Can two close friends get on the same page in this Brown Sugar meets Love Jones interracial erotic romance!
The drive back to Naima’s place drew question marks. For someone who wasn’t shy, there hadn’t been much to say most of the car ride. Outside of changing the radio station from time to time, there hadn’t been much interaction at all. I didn’t want things to take a turn for the worst. I wanted someone who’d talk to me.
“Please don’t act all shy now. Talk to me. Tell me what you’re thinking. What you’re feeling. Tell me something…” I trailed off, hoping for the best.
“I don’t know what I’m thinking or feeling. I’m just…thinking and feeling.” It was better than hearing nothing. There was still a guard up, so I knew it wasn’t all there was to say. I cut the engine and took the key out the ignition to take away my distractions.
“Here’s what I’m thinking and feeling. Naima, when I’m with you, everything is with you. There aren’t thoughts or body parts or words for anyone else. I don’t deserve any part of you, but I want you. I want to be with you. But if making love is what turns things sour for us, I’m prepared to take things however you’d like to take them. You call the shots here. Nothing happens unless you want it to.”
Guinevere is the G. Libertad is the L. Seems fitting to go by GL Tomas as twin coauthors with a mission. Known to most as the "Twinjas" from the platform Twinja Book Reviews, a review blog that supports and promotes diversity in YA titles and speculative fiction, they hope to successfully cross genres successfully with their romance debut Same Page.
Book Title: Touch
Author: Anna Ellis
Genre: Erotic Romance
Release Date: January 19, 2016
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Touch. An unconventional love story
Kenna never expected to meet the man of her dreams...and his beautiful wife.
Or is it the woman of her dreams and her wonderful husband?
Since her divorce, Kenna has been hiding from the world until a chance encounter brings Iliya into her life. She's never met anyone like Iliya, or her husband Del. Slowly, Kenna begins to open up in ways she never imagined possible.
But as Kenna learns more about Iliya and Del's life together, will she want to be a part of it?
A new series by the author of Husbands and Wives
Because it’s been two years since I’ve let someone touch me.
Why isn’t it better then?
I wish that I was the sort of woman who can give instructions. How hard, how fast, a little to the left… I couldn’t do it when I was married and the two year drought hasn’t changed that fact about me.
I wish I can tell him I’d like him to use his mouth.
Use your mouth…please…right there…
How hard would it be? It’s easy enough for Erik to move his mouth away from my breast, trailing his lips down my stomach, all the way down to that warm little place between my legs where his fingers are currently exploring? The fingers are nice – anything that doesn’t run on a battery is nice – but oh, his mouth would be so much better…
My mouth isn’t moving to say the words and neither is his.
I switch into one of my Chris Pratt fantasies as I feel my climax slowly approach, as slowly as Erik walked up to me in the bar – you know what’s coming and you’re ready for it to hurry up and get there. Despite the need for the fantasy, I have to admit Erik isn’t doing all that bad. His fingers are hitting all the right spots but it would be so nice to feel the pressure of a tongue.
What would I know? I’ve had oral sex twice in my life; once with my husband - ex-husband - and once when I was eighteen with a very curious Aaron Mitchell.
Thoughts of Aaron have kept me warm through many a long winter’s night.
I gasp loudly. Erik lifts his head from my breast with a satisfied expression. “Was that good for you?”
He doesn’t give me a chance to protest as he removes his hand and substitutes it for a hard penis, already sheathed in latex.
First of all – when did he put the condom on? And second – I wasn’t finished!
Exactly seven minutes later, he rolls off me. Almost immediately, I fall asleep. Which is a good thing, since I don’t have to lie awake, frustrated with the lack of the almost-was orgasm, but a bad thing because I never intended on staying the night.
I met Erik exactly three and a half hours ago. I wish I could say I really had no intention of having sex with him tonight but that would be a lie.
I picked that bar out of the many drinking establishments in the city with the concrete plan to hook up with someone. It was far enough from my house that I wouldn’t bump into my neighbours (not that I would realize it was a neighbour I was bumping into) and close enough to Isaac’s new place for the slim possibility he might witness my irresistibility to the opposite sex.
Erik had approached me first; I liked his tattoos and he had a nice smile. Plus, he made me laugh, and had a slight resemblance to Chris Pratt (Chris Pratt before the world discovered he had a beautiful six pack under the beer belly).
I’m sure the four shots of whisky I consumed in short order helped with his attractiveness.
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Book Title: Souvenirs Author: Mia Kay
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: March 16, 2016
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A reclusive writer … Grace Donnelley’s successful sci-fi novel is about to become a movie. She wants a vacation with her mother before filming starts, but fears her name will cause a geek riot. So she creates Grace Ward, sometimes schoolteacher and doting daughter of Sunny.
A hounded actor … Bennett Oliver escapes London for a vacation with his mother. He wants to hide from the paparazzi and his brooding reputation. He takes the role of Ben Brady, successful businessman and overprotective son of Camille.
But they never counted on each other … An immediate attraction, aided by their matchmaking mothers, gives Ben and Grace a vacation they never expected — and one they don’t want to lose. Upon returning to their everyday lives, they work to maintain a relationship while trying to find a way to say “by the way, I’m famous.”
When the secrets and lies catch up with them, Ben and Grace struggle to open their lives and re-open their hearts to see if love can be their most treasured souvenir.
Their fellow passengers pushed past Grace in a rush to board. One businessman practically knocked her into her mother's lap in his hurry to get to a window seat.
Hoisting the bulky bag overhead, Grace gasped as her elbows buckled. It listed backward, skewing her balance and threatening to topple onto the passenger across the aisle.
“May I help?” A deep, warm voice rumbled over her shoulder. Before she could answer, the weight of the bag disappeared and she fell against a solid chest. She gazed from large hands, up strong arms, to broad shoulders. Tilting further back, she saw a wide smile. When his hand covered hers, she jerked upright and surrendered the bag.
“Thank you,” she squeaked.
“My pleasure,” he said as he boosted the second bag overhead.
Grace sidestepped to her seat and her volunteer valet walked to the back of the plane, for all intent disappearing since Grace refused to turn and stare. Closing her eyes, she willed her blush to subside and waited for the announcements signaling takeoff for the last leg of their flight to Vienna.
The jolt of landing jerked Grace alert. As they taxied to the gate, her mother unfastened her seat belt and perched on the edge of her chair. Her purse jiggled in time to her tapping feet.
“Relax, Mom. Vienna won’t disappear.”
The aisle filled, resembling a blocked conveyor belt as passengers pushed and pressed, children fussed, and bags shifted and fell. Finally everyone moved. The last person in the line was her gentleman valet—tall, well-dressed, dark hair, narrow waist, and long legs. His back was as nice as his front.
Grace’s feet were leaden and her arms felt like rubber, but she managed to reach the carryon bags, walk off the plane, and trudge to baggage claim.
The buzzer rang as the carousel jerked into motion, and Grace recited her ritual, silent “find my luggage” prayer. When both large bags arrived side by side, her relief gave her the extra adrenaline necessary to lift them clear. With that hurdle cleared, she hurried to catch up as her mother reached the revolving door.
After twelve hours of artificial darkness and recycled air in planes and airports, the sunshine and light breeze was a welcome reward. However, in minutes exhaust fumes were overwhelming, perspiration trickled down her back, and weariness set in. Grace groaned in relief as a shuttle van came into view.
“Mother, why don't you sit while I get a taxi?”
She recognized the voice from the plane. As the heat doubled under her skin, she turned toward the only other recognizable face in Vienna.
“We meet again.” She smiled as she shrugged the heavy bag onto her aching shoulder. She'd probably walk like Quasimodo for the rest of the trip.
“We do. Hello.” His response was wary. He's probably worried I'll end up in his lap—again.
“Which hotel, ladies?” The driver asked as he reached for their luggage.
“Hotel Ananas, please.”
“Are you traveling together?” the driver asked.
“No.” The answer was issued in harmonic tandem, the man's British bass and her Southern alto.
“So, two taxis?”
There wasn't another vehicle waiting, and the heat was just the other side of warm.
“Why don't we share?” Grace offered.
“How kind. Thank you.” His mother accepted the invitation.
Her stylish clothes were unwrinkled, and her sleek salt and pepper bob stopped at her jaw. She had a lovely smile, and the crinkles around her eyes suggested she used it a lot. “I'm Camille Brady and this is my son, Ben.”
At his name, he offered his hand with a silent nod. His clothing was as fresh as his mother’s. Grace felt more and more like an unmade bed, and she was sure her ponytail was crooked.
“It's a pleasure to meet you.” Her mother stepped into the conversation gap. “I'm Charlotte Ward, but please call me Sunny. This is my daughter, Grace.”
She held her breath, worried her mother would slip. It was silly. The chance anyone would recognize her, even using her proper last name, was almost nonexistent. But after the incident last week, she wasn't taking any chances.
“Ms. Ward?” Ben’s voice rumbled into her thoughts. He was standing by the open taxi, with his hand outstretched and a silent question in his lopsided grin and arched eyebrow. She put her fingers in his.
“Grace, please . . . Ben.”
He sat across from her, and she tucked her feet under the seat to leave room for his long legs. The door slid closed with a muted thunk.
“You wouldn't happen to be going on a two-week train tour, would you?” her mother asked.
“Austria, Italy, and France?” Camille countered. “What a wonderful coincidence.”
“Isn't it? It will be nice to know a few people when we get started.”
As the women overran each other in giddy conversation, Grace almost felt guilty for not looking out the window to enjoy the sights zipping by. Almost. They'd have two days in Vienna. It wouldn't hurt to close her eyes for a minute. Behind sunglasses, no one would notice.
“You've come over from the States, then?” Ben asked in a measured, quiet tone.
Lifting lids that were now almost as heavy as her luggage, Grace saw him waiting on an answer. At least he was facing her while his sunglasses shielded his eyes, so she assumed he’d directed the question at her. “Yes. We left Chicago yesterday.”
Ben's grin stretched his face. “But you're not from there. I've traveled in the U.S. so I recognize the accent.”
Grace relaxed and returned the smile. She'd worked for years to rid herself of her telltale drawl, but it returned when she was with her mother. Sunny embraced her Southernness as if it were a near relation.
“You've found us out.” She forced her spine straight. “Where have you been in the States?”
His grin faded. “Mostly New York and Los Angeles.”
“Were you there for pleasure or for business?”
The simple question was on the tip of her tongue. What do you do? It always led to the parenthetical what about you? And it went downhill from there. People couldn't help their curiosity, but she could help hers. “And you were in Chicago?”
“Umm . . . yes. I spent an extra night there during an unscheduled layover.”
“I hope you made it to the Field Museum.”
“I did, and to the lake shore. It’s odd to stand on a beach and have the skyline that close.”
“For me it’s standing on the beach and being cold,” she agreed. “After years of flying through Chicago, I finally planned a long layover so I could sightsee.”
“The museum is your favorite?”
“The T-Rex is incredible. Can you imagine being on a hunting trip and running into that?” Her imagination hijacked her tongue. “What would you do?”
His lips twitched. “Am I hungry?”
“You live on roots and berries and the monster is between you and a prehistoric bunny,” she used her hands to gauge the size of the creature, “this big. Fight or flight?”
“Fight.” He smiled. “Definitely.”
Book Title: Broken Love (Love Stings Book 1)
Author: Evan Grace
Genre: New Adult
Release Date: February 23, 2016
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Ben James is just a regular guy, working to make a life for himself and his daughter…
That’s what Abby tells herself when her sudden attraction for Ben catches her off guard. Abby has been steering clear of men for obvious reasons, and the idea of wanting that kind of relationship is more terrifying than intriguing. But with his doe-eyed daughter tugging at her dance uniform, Ben takes notice.
He’s ready for love, but does her past hold too many secrets?
After the assault, Abby coped by using heavy medication and fell into an ugly chain of one-night stands. But now that she’s out of rehab and finally on the right track, it’s only a matter of time before Ben finds out.
Will Abby be the true love Ben has always wanted? Or is she a tangled challenge, leading to yet another… Broken Love?
I stare at the stream of smoke that floats up from the joint burning in my ashtray. The smell is sweet and comforting as I pop another Xanax into my mouth. I need to hurry. I’ve already taken five and I don’t want to pass out before I can finish what I started and end this pain. I need to do this. I need to stop hurting and feeling dirty. I’m tired of watching my parents hurting because they don’t know how to help me. I’m tired of my brothers and sister avoiding me because they don’t know how to deal with what I’ve become. My best friend and cousin, Carrington, watches me constantly with a guilty stare. It’s not her fault I was followed back to our apartment after I went home sick from work and she was gone on a date.
I can’t stand being touched anymore, especially by my family. I’m so dirty now and I don’t want any of that to rub off on them. I can’t remember the last time I let my dad , Dylan, or my real dad, Cash, hug me. I used to love hugs from Gramps, but now the thought of his hands on me makes me want to vomit. My entire family changed after I was raped six months ago. After it happened, I moved back into my parents’ home.
My parents and I fight every day. I’ve become erratic and foolish. Going home with men I don’t know and letting them use my body. I feel like I have control when I let them fuck me. Then I come home to scrub the feel of them off my skin and force myself to vomit over and over and over. My parents have tried punishing me, reasoning with me, but I’m twenty-one and they can’t make me do shit. They’ve tried therapy and all that got me was the constant supply of Xanax.
I take a hit of the joint and let the smoke travel down into my lungs and hold it there until I finally exhale it slowly. I put two more pills in my mouth and swallow them with a swig of the beer I grabbed out of my dad’s refrigerator in the garage. I’m starting to feel a little woozy. I stand on unsteady legs, staggering to my full-length mirror. I stare at my reflection and don’t recognize the person looking back at me. My golden blonde hair is dyed a mousy plain brown. It’s stringy and lifeless along with my complexion. I’ve always had a light tanned glow but now I’m sallow. My blue eyes are dull. I hate what I’ve become. I hate him for taking something that wasn’t his to take in the first place.
I scream, my fist flying through the air until I strike my mirror. I watch my reflection splinter as the mirror cracks. I hit it again and again until my arms feel too heavy to lift anymore. I collapse to the floor when someone starts pounding on my door.
“Abby, let me in right now!” my dad shouts. I ignore him as I begin to cry while crawling to my bed, grabbing two more Xanax. My head feels like it’s filled with marshmallows. I quickly swallow them. “Please, baby girl.” I hear him beg and I begin to cry harder. Dylan may not be my biological father, but that doesn’t matter. He’s been my daddy since I met him when I was five, then when he married my mom and adopted me. I hear more pounding and shouting as I lie on my back and stare at the ceiling.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper as I hear wood splintering and then more screaming and shouting. I whisper it over and over as I stare up into the tear-filled eyes of my daddy.
I think about when I was nine and he took me to my piano lessons and whenever he left me at the door to the room, he knelt in front of me and said, “I love you, baby girl. No matter what, I will always love you. Forever and ever.”
I felt myself being lifted. Fingers entered my mouth and I heard those soft words spoken directly into my ear. “I love you, baby girl. Forever and ever.” His words make me feel warm as everything finally ends.
During the day Evan works for a large homecare agency and at night she's superwoman. She's a wife to Jim and a mom to Ethan and Evan, a cook, a tutor, a friend and a writer. How does she do it? She'll never tell.
Book Title: Black Listed (Benediction)
Author: Shelly Bell
Genre: Erotic Suspense
Release Date: March 22, 2016
Hosted by: Book Enthusiast Promotions
She sacrificed everything to keep him safe…
Five years ago, con artist Lisa Smith broke the first rule of hustling when she fell in love with—and married—her mark, billionaire Sawyer Hayes. The erotic nights spent acting out her darkest fantasies with her husband and Master were the happiest of her life. But when her ruthless father demanded she kill him and take his money, she had no choice but to disappear without a trace…or lose him forever.
He’ll risk everything to have her again…
Now Sawyer has found her, and he has an indecent proposal: submit to him for seven nights and he’ll grant her the divorce she desires. Forced to pretend she no longer loves him, each night spent in his arms is exquisite torture as they reignite their intense passion through role play and ménage. But when a deranged killer out for revenge targets Lisa, she must finally trust Sawyer with the secrets of her past…or neither of them will live to see the future.
Haunted by Kelly Clarkson
Skin by Rhianna
Straight for the Knife by Sia
Secrets by One Republic
About a Girl by Nirvana
Apologize by One Republic
I’m a Mess by Ed Sheeran
Better Than Me by Hinder
There is no Arizona by Jamie O’Neal
By the Grace of God by Katy Perry
Bird Set Free by Sia
Safe and Sound by Taylor Swift
Somewhere Only We Know by Keane
AUTHOR ENDORSEMENTS FOR THE BENEDICTION SERIES "A rollercoaster ride of jaw-dropping sex, heated anticipation, and a perfect dash of suspense, all tied together with flawless writing. When I wasn't clenching my thighs, I was frantically flipping pages to find out what would happen next! I can't recommend this series enough. Buy it. Devour it."
A sucker for a happy ending, Shelly Bell writes sensual romance often with a bit of kink and action-filled erotic thrillers with high-emotional stakes for her alpha heroes and kick-ass heroines.
She began writing upon the insistence of her husband who dragged her to the store and bought her a laptop. When she’s not working her day job, taking care of her family, or writing, you’ll find her reading the latest smutty romance.
Shelly Bell writes the Benediction series for Avon Red Impulse and the forthcoming Forbidden Lovers series for Grand Central Forever.
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His knees felt a little wobbly.
Harper was even more beautiful up close. Long hair the color of the sun riding low in the sky, reds and golden browns and strands of blonde that waved past her slim shoulders, with that cute little pert nose sprinkled with freckles. Freckles she’d always hated.
That one night, his last in his hometown, he’d done his damnedest to kiss every single one.
Her dark brown eyes flashed at him and those perfect, delicious, bee-stung lips didn’t slide up in that natural sunny smile of hers. Harper Hill was friendly. Beyond friendly. The entire Hill family had a reputation to uphold in this town and Harper was just as cheerful as all the rest of them. She had a natural way about her, drawing people in, always surrounded by friends—by people who wanted to be her friend, like it was a privilege to bask in her glory.
Right now though, she looked like she wanted to draw and quarter West. Maybe hang him up by his toes so he dangled above the ground, much like he remembered his dad and grandpa doing when they caught a buck during hunting season.
Yeah. He’d never been one for blood sport as a kid or an adult. Harper though? She appeared ready to shoot him dead with just the look in her pretty brown eyes.
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Book Title: The Office Slave #5 & #6
Author: Opal Carew
Genre: Erotic Romance (BDSM) (Office)
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The Office Slave Series, Book 5 & 6 Collection
One man loves her. The other doesn’t. But who will be her master?
Feeling lost and abandoned by the man she loves, Sylvia tries to bond with her new
Master, Mr. King. Sylvia will do anything to please him as he dominates her with a strong hand—commanding her, disciplining her, even sharing her with his business partners—just like Mr. Grant did. Mr. King fulfils her every fantasy. But unlike Mr. Grant, he cherishes her, and shows her the love she craves. She truly wishes she could give him what he wants. Her love. But she knows in her heart, she will never stop loving Mr. Grant.
Mr. Grant can’t live without Sylvia and realizes he must find a way to get her back. He wants her under his command... and in his bed. But can he convince Mr. King to give her back when it’s clear the man has fallen in love with her?
The Office Slave #5 Excerpt:
“You’re not sleeping,” he murmured against her ear, his breath sending tendrils of her hair dancing across her cheek.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you, Master.”
“Not at all. I’m just wondering what you’re thinking about.”
He rolled her back toward him and stared at her, his blue eyes barely visible in the soft moonlight.
“Are you thinking about Mr. Grant?”
She tried not to give herself away… tried not to let her body stiffen… but what gave her away was the tear shimmering in her eye.
He wiped it away, then kissed her sweetly. “I wish you were happy here. I wish being here with me was enough for you.” He spoke quietly, but the edge of pain in his words bit through her.
She stroked his raspy cheek. “You are, Master. You take care of me. You do everything you can to make me happy.”
“And I love you. But you don’t love me. And there seems to be nothing I can do to change that.”
She hooked her fingers around his neck and drew his face to hers, then kissed him. Sweetly. With a poignancy that filled her heart with sorrow.
“But I do love you,” she lied.
He smiled and stroked her cheek, his touch gentle and full of love.
“If only I could believe you.”
I’ve been writing since 1993, though originally I wrote futuristic, urban fantasy, science fiction, paranormal and contemporary romance. These stories are set in the present, future, or alternate realities and most of my stories are steamy. I am now republishing these under the name Amber Carew.
As Opal Carew, I write erotic romances which always have a romance and a happy ending.
So why do I like writing erotic romance? I like being able to push beyond traditional boundaries. I like dealing with a woman who is growing and evolving – questioning her sexual boundaries and pushing past them. I have been writing stories that involve multiple characters and it’s fascinating to work with the interactions between them. What fun to write a heroine choosing between two equally appealing heroes? My current project involves a group of several people who interact sexually and I find the scenario an enjoyable challenge.
I try to keep my characters real. I like to have a heroine with whom the reader can empathize. These aren’t women who just jump into bed with anyone. They find themselves in an unusual situation – something exciting and erotic – but a situation where they have to push themselves beyond their comfort level. As a result, they grow as a person. So often fear holds us back – of what others will think of us, of what we will think about ourselves – and we don’t follow our hearts. These women push past that fear.
Book Title: Someone To Come Back To (Book One In The Omega Security Series)
Author: Roisin Black
Release Date: April 13, 2016
Hosted by: Book Enthusiast Promotions
Lieutenant John Sullivan of the U.S. Navy SEALs is used to control in all things and especially when it comes to love. He has one rule.
DO. NOT. GO. THERE.
A recent mission gone wrong sees him seeking refuge at his cabin in the Adirondack wilderness, a place where he goes to deal with the things he has to do as part of his job.
Dr. Maggie O'Brien, Senior Trauma Surgeon at Hillview hospital, New York is dedicated to saving the lives of her patients, leaving her little time for anything resembling a personal life.
When it comes to love she has one belief.
NO. TIME. FOR. THAT.
A work related crisis sees her fleeing New York for the seclusion of the Adirondacks where her burnt-out body and weary soul crave solitude .
The last thing John Sullivan wants whilst he tries to deal with the emotional aftermath of his last mission is the distraction of a fiery red-head with curves that would tempt a saint.
The last thing Maggie O'Brien wants as she finally takes some time to examine her life is to deal with her body's unwanted response to the bossy, over-bearing man who rescued her in the woods and who drives her crazy in every way.
Soon, though, each realizes the other may not be what they want but what they need.
However, ghosts from the past and shocking events from the present shake John to his core and lead him to make a fateful decision that may just cause him to lose the woman he loves, forever.
The thought then occurred to her if she couldn’t get a cab from his place then where did he mean for her to go? The wind blew her hair off her face and the realization hit her like a bolt of lightning.
Good God, she thought to herself, he means for me to stay at his place. Oh, no. Oh no, no, no, no……. she told herself and turned towards her car.
“Ahem,” John cleared his throat, “I don’t mean to put you under any pressure or anything but there’s the tiny matter of a storm coming, so whatever it is you are thinking of doing could you maybe hurry up and do it. If you’re coming with me then we need to start moving.”
Maggie ignored him, opened the car door and grabbed her phone out of her bag. She looked at Mr. Impatience and asked him if he happened to know the number of the local cab company.
Róisín Black comes from the West of Ireland, a place where storytelling is a way of life. She’s a dreamer, a wanderer and a writer. In amongst extensive wandering and dreaming she has managed to carve out a successful career as a journalist, hold-down a marriage, produce two amazing children and spend her time with some pretty cool dogs. She currently lives in Queensland, Australia.
Book Title: World of Darkness (An Embracing Moments Novel)
Author: Katie Fox
Genre: New Adult Romance
Release Date: May 3, 2016
Hosted by: Book Enthusiast Promotions
Haunted by my past, I’m living my life the only way I know how.
Emotionless. Disconnected. Alone.
A last minute change in assignment puts me in charge of protecting her, Julia Parker, daughter of the wealthiest businessman in Brookedale, New York. She’s attractive, stubborn, and completely closed off.
Worst of all? She’s affecting me in ways I can’t even begin to comprehend.
Being around her is anything but easy. I’m losing focus. I’m questioning things I never would’ve questioned before. I’m forgetting the real reason I’m here.
But when I’m with her, the constant darkness that surrounds me disappears, and the only thing that seems to matter is figuring out why.