Wednesday 22 October 2014

Available sign ups from Obsessive Pimpettes Promotions




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Here is the current list of sign ups from Obsessive Pimpettes Promotions available to you all, you can sign up to any of all of them is you wish. Thank you in advance <3


Blog Tour: Tangled Roots by Rebekkah Ford Oct 31st – Nov 9th


Cover Reveal: The Guardians Trilogy- The Healer Book 1: C L Moore Event Author Spots Nov 1st



Cover Reveal: The Guardians Trilogy- The Healer Book 1: C L Moore Nov 1st




Cover Reveal:  Deeper by Allyn Lesley Nov 3rd


Release Blitz: Shrapnel's Kiss by Amy Rachiele Nov 5th





Release Day Blitz: Virgin for the Night (For the Night #2) by C. J. Fallowfield Nov 14th


Cover Reveal: Don’t Let Go Of Me- Casey & Sammie’s Story By Angela Fattig November 15th



Blog Tour: Fighting My Faith by Quirah Casey Nov 15th - Nov 22nd



Release Day Blitz: 31 Days of Winter (31 Days #1) by C. J. Fallowfield Dec 1st


Corrupted & Warped (Book 1 & 2 of The Manipulation Trilogy) by Alicia Taylor & Natalie Townson Book Blitz Dec 1st - Dec 5th





Black Inferno Series by KT Fisher Book Blitz Dec 1st - Dec 7th



Cover Reveal for Enter the Moon by Jennifer Fisch-Ferguson Dec 3rd.


Cover Reveal for Howl At the Moon by Jennifer Fisch-Ferguson Dec 5th.


Release Blitz for Howl At the Moon by Jennifer Fisch-Ferguson Dec 6th.



Release Day Blitz: Filthy for the Night (For the Night #3) by C. J. Fallowfield Dec 12th



Release Day Blitz: 31 Days of Summer (31 Days #2) by C. J. Fallowfield Dec 26th


♥♥♥ COVER REVEAL♥♥♥ Tamed (Torn #5) by K.A. Robinson. @karobinsonautho


Tamed, Torn Series #5, will release on November 4th, 2014. This book focuses on Adam and Amber. Adam is the guitarist with a wild streak in the Torn Series band, Breaking The Hunger. Amber is the best friend of the main character of Torn, Chloe. Both of these characters have a wild streak, something you're aware of if you've read the other Torn Series books.
Tamed can be read as a standalone.
I hope you like your rockers a whole lot dirty, because with Adam, that's what you'll get.
Description:
Mistakes—my life has been full of them. Time and time again, I’ve tried to change, tried to make the right choices, but it doesn’t matter. I always screw up.

I hoped that Adam would be different, that he wouldn’t be a mistake. Our relationship was supposed to be about sex and nothing more.

Fun, easy, simple—that was what we wanted.

But things are never simple, not for me.

Adam changed me. He made me the person I am today. I hate who I am and what I’ve become. I'm not proud of the things I've done.

I thought my greatest mistake would be falling in love with him.

I was wrong.

My greatest mistake is much, much worse.

I’ve lost control.

I have a secret I can’t hide.

It’s going to destroy everything.

My name is Amber, and this is my story.
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Cover model: Shawn Dawson
Photographer: FuriousFotog
Cover and teaser design: RBA Designs
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About the author:
K.A. Robinson is twenty-four years old and lives in a small town in West Virginia with her husband and toddler son. She is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of The Torn Series, The Ties Series, Breaking Alexandria, Taming Alec, and Deception. When she’s not writing, she loves to read books that usually have zombies in them. She is addicted to rock music and coffee, mainly Starbucks and Caribou Coffee. 

For more information on K.A., please check out the following pages:
Twitter: @karobinsonautho
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Cover Reveal Riding It Out by Jennifer Foor @jennyfoor


RELEASE DATE: DEC 29, 2014



One woman
One man
An empty bed and breakfast
A summer storm
One night they'll never forget - so they thought...

When my aunt passed away and left me her dilapidated bed and breakfast it was all so surreal. I hadn't been back to that beach in many years, and the idea of revisiting left me sad and vulnerable.
I never planned on having guests. In fact, I just wanted to close up the place and sell it, so that I could move on with my life.

Then the storm happened.
Taken by surprise, I planned on waiting for it to pass. The house creaked and the power went out. That's when someone knocked on the door.

He was a stranger, dripping wet, cold, and looking for shelter. I couldn't turn him away...

What happened next between us opened new doors, changing everything I thought I wanted for myself.


The only question is if I can trust him, or will his secrets destroy it all?









Jennifer Foor is an award winning Contemporary Romance Author. She's best known for the Mitchell Family Series, which includes ten books.
She is married with two children and spends most of her time behind a keyboard, writing stories that come from her heart. 




Promo Blitz for YOU OWN ME by Shiloh Walker @shilohwalker

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We are excited to bring you the Daily Deal Blitz for Shiloh Walker's YOU OWN ME! YOU OWN ME is a stand-alone contemporary erotic romance novella. And it's $.99 today only! Go grab this hot little read!

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About YOU OWN ME: It had always been her… Ten years had passed since the doors slammed shut behind Decker Calhoun, taking away his freedom, but more importantly, locking him away from Elizabeth Waters, the only woman he’d ever loved—the woman he’d given up everything for. The day he was sentenced, he’d looked at her and said, No regrets, Lizzie. But he lied, because he did have one. Although he’s been out of jail for three years now, he was a year too late. Lizzie never knew how he felt and just months before he was released, she found somebody else and it’s too late. Or maybe not. It seems that Lizzie’s boyfriend wants an open relationship and two can play at that game. Now all Decker has to do is convince Lizzie that he’s the better man…and has been all along. Excerpt: Snarling, he tore his mouth from hers and jerked away, sitting at the far end of the futon. With hands that shook, he rubbed at his face. Son of a bitch. “Lizzie…fuck. I’m sorry.” A harsh intake of breath reached his ears and the last thing he wanted to do was face her, but that was what he made himself do. The minute he turned his head to look at her, she surged up off the futon, moving across the small office to stand by her desk, head bowed, arms wrapped around herself. “Get out,” she said, her voice quiet. Too quiet. “Lizzie?” Wincing, he climbed off the couch. “Look, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have—” “Don’t.” The word was pure steel and it caught him off-guard, for a second. But just a second. Because while Lizzie was soft and sweet, under all of that, she was steel. She always had been—he’d figured that out when he hadn’t chased her off within the first few hours of meeting her. Now, as she turned and looked at him, tears glinted in her wide, dark brown eyes, but nothing could hide the fury, and the hurt, in those eyes. Fuck, he thought miserably. Rising from the couch, he lifted a hand only to let it fall uselessly to his side. “Lizzie, I’m sorry. I didn’t—” “I don’t want to hear it!” she shouted, cutting him off. He had to duck to avoid the little potted orchid she sent flying his way. And damn, she still had a good throwing arm. “Do you hear me?” she said, her voice starting to shake. “I don’t want to hear. I get it, okay? Nobody wants me. No fucking body. I’m fine as a doormat for Noel as long as I let him treat me like shit, but he doesn’t want me. Neither do you. I get it. Okay?” Stunned shock rippled through him as she shoved her tumbled hair back from her flushed face. Her eyes shot sparks as their gazes clashed. “I get the point. You’re a fucking hound dog and I know that. But I’m not good en—” He caught the rest of her words with his mouth and when she went to shove him back, he caught her wrists, too. Sinking his teeth into her lower lip, he backed her up against her desk. “Not want you?” he muttered against her mouth. “Are you blind?” She tried to turn her head and he tangled a hand in her hair, yanked it back. Her pupils flared, her mouth falling open on a startled moan. “Give me your mouth, Lizzie,” he said and then, without waiting, he took it, thrusting his tongue deep. She bit him and he responded by letting her wrists go and catching her hips, boosting her up with one arm while he used the other to swipe out against her desk, clearing it with one careless gesture. Lizzie worked her hands between them and although he didn’t break away from her mouth, part of him held his breath—waited. When she reached up and tangled her hands in his hair, he snarled in savage satisfaction. Lying her down on her desk, he broke away. Her hands clutched at him and he caught them, shifted her wrists to one hand and pushed them up over her head. Then, as he held her gaze, he reached down and freed the top button of the top she wore. With each successive button, he bared more and more skin, pale, pretty skin, lush curves, her breasts cupped by silk and lace and his brain almost exploded as he flicked a look from her face downward to study those ripe curves. “My hands are shaking,” he said, struggling to keep his voice from doing the same as he trailed his fingers along the delicate lace design of her bra, watching as a soft blush pinked her flesh and started to climb upward. “I’ve dreamed about touching you a thousand times and now I am and my hands are shaking…” Now he looked at her, watched her throat work as she swallowed. “And you think I don’t want you.”


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About Shiloh Walker: Shiloh Walker is an award-winning writer…yes, really! She’s also a mom, a wife, a reader and she pretends to be an amateur photographer. She published her first book in 2003. Her newest series, Secrets and Shadows, launched in April 2014. Look for the newest book Deeper than Need, to be followed by Sweeter than Sin and Darker than Desire. She writes romantic suspense, contemporary and paranormal romance, and urban fantasy under the name J.C. Daniels.      

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Hundred to One Cover Reveal @freya_barker

Today, we have the cover reveal for Freya Baker’s Hundred to One. I am so excited by this cover reveal!! So here we go with all the information! IMG_7804


Title: Hundred To One (Cedar Tree #2) 
  Author: Freya Barker 
  Release date: December 29, 2014 
  Genre: Contemporary Romance 
 Cover Model: Steve Gehrke 



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About Hundred to One

 Arlene Bowers is as tough as nails. She has survived a less than perfect marriage, managing to move past it to run her own diner. Her abrasive exterior has always been a way for her to hide behind the darkness and pain that she has endured, but a recent, violent attack and several disturbing phone calls have that tight hold on her emotions wavering. Seb Griffin showed up in Cedar Tree eight months ago and was hired on at Arlene's Diner as a cook. An ex-con with secrets of his own, Seb walks a fine line. Since he began working at the diner, he's developed feelings for his fierce, stubborn boss, and the need to keep his distance from her, to protect her, is a daily struggle. When it appears that Arlene's past has come back, rearing its ugly head while her defenses are low, Seb steps up and claims responsibility for Arlene, praying that he can keep her safe from whatever is coming her way. **Due to content of a sexually explicit nature, this book is recommended for a mature audience only.**     Excerpt: Seb hasn’t moved from his spot and is still looking at me. “What?” My hands are on my hips and if my chin was sticking up any higher my head would roll off my back. “You were nice.” He says with an eyebrow raised. “So? I can be nice. Just cause I haven’t had a reason to before doesn’t mean I don’t know how.” And I immediately busy myself wiping down the counters… again. “Uh huh…” Comes from right behind me before I feel arms sliding around my waist. “I like you nice.” He mumbles with his face buried in my neck, which has my body on high alert and aching. “Don’t get used to it.” I manage, but I can’t resist leaning back a little, feeling his hard chest behind me. One big hand slides up under my work shirt and his rough fingers skim my stomach. My instant reaction is to suck that baby right in, but he catches me. “So soft. It’s nice.” Just the feeling of a man’s hands on me; this man’s hands on me, causes me to moan. It’s been so long since I have felt anything other than anger from a man’s hand. There is no anger in Seb’s touch, just a teasing gentleness that makes my wild side flare up and take notice. When I feel his callused fingertips brush the underside of my breast, then slip under my bra, my breath hitches in anticipation. Damn I want his hands on me, his mouth on me. My nipples are so tight, they are almost painful, and when his touch finally finds them I can’t hold back anymore. “Seb…” Reaching behind me I pull his head down and attack his mouth. My tongue eagerly finding entrance and tasting his. Hands tangling in his hair. I can feel his resistance waning and a greedy whimper escapes me. He breaks the kiss, looks at me with eyes that are almost as black as midnight. Turns and lifts me up on the counter, initiating himself between my legs. Pulling at my knees so that my wet and aching centre is lined up with what is a mouthwatering erection. Instinctively I wrap my legs around him, pressing him closer to my core. His hands now both under my shirt and working at releasing my bra. He shoves it out of the way along with my shirt and latches on to my breast while plumping the other with his hand. And I have lost all reason. “So fucking tasty.” Is all I can hear before he switches to the other side. Eager to touch him, my hands trace his arms, shoulders and with my fingers I start pulling up his shirt, needing to touch his skin. The phone rings. “Fuck!” Seb swears as he leans his head to my sternum, all movements stilled by the insistent ringing. He pulls my shirt down and half in a daze I reach over to grab the receiver off the hook. “A- … Arlene’s Diner.” I manage to get out. “You think you can get away with that? You fucking whore! I’ll teach you…”



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Author Bio:   

 Freya Barker has always been creative. Involved in music and dance when she was younger, she followed it up with cake design, quilting, and has most recently added cover design, the Dutch-born Canadian mother of two now has found her voice - writing. Freya Barker is the pen name for a well-respected reviewer/blogger, who has a strong following on her blog, Facebook and Goodreads. As an avid reader, the next step to pen a book of her own seemed natural. Driven to make her story about 'real' people, Freya writes about people who are perhaps less than perfect, but just as deserving of romance, hot monkey sex and some thrills and chills in their lives!  




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BOOK BLITZ: Hansel by Ella James @author_ellaj




Book & Author Details:

Hansel by Ella James
(Hansel #1)
Publication date: October 22nd 2014
Genres: Adult, Erotica, Romance

Synopsis:
My name is Gretel. I’m the dish-washer. The kitchen girl. I’m not one of Mother’s pets. I’m just a storybook girl no one sees. Until that night. When I find him again, and all my dreams come to life.
He’s mine—the one called Hansel. I’ve come here to claim him.

I’m Hansel, a crazy woman’s toy. It’s taken years, but I’ve finally forgotten everything outside my life here in The House. I live for sex and nothing more. Until I see her. Gretel.
I remember her. I need her. She is mine.


Teaser:

I should have called this shit off a long damn time ago.

When I arrived in Vegas seven years ago, I didn’t know any better than what I was. Than what I did. I needed things I haven’t needed in a fucking long time now. Dominating women…it was the air in my lungs.

Now it’s goddamned boring.

I’ve cut back—way back; maybe two or three times a year, like tonight, when we have investors in the house, and my submissives are Luna Trois and French Kitten, a famous porn star and a celebutant bitch who, combined with me, draw a pretty decent crowd.

But this shit is all for show. We don’t do real-time domination at The Forest. Not when my submissives are so notable, and there’s a crowd ten bodies thick behind the Plexiglas wall. Luna and Frenchy had to sign off on the cat I’m palming. On the thick plugs in their puckered holes. On the tight cuffs around their wrists, and the spreaders I’ll use when both their asses are good and welted.

They were happy to agree to the nipple clamps I like to use: the metal ones that can do real damage if left on too long—though, of course, they won’t be.

Neither woman objected to the dual blow job they’ll give me after I spread them wide and use my fist on them, where Luna will deep-throat me and Frenchy will tea-bag my balls. Luna is thrilled that, after she stuffs her throat full of my cock, she’ll spread her legs for Luna’s tongue while Luna lets me fuck her from behind. I’ve got a nine-inch cock, and she told me before the show, she’s shallow, but Luna likes the pain. They all do.

I can’t lie: I like to give it.

I made my name dominating sick showgirls.

A lot of it is my body and my face, my pretty cock and the absurd length of time that I can wield it. But it’s the showmanship, too.

The rough, whispered words the mics can always pick up on.

The heavy-handed spanking—also okay’d by them, although it looks and sounds spontaneous.

The way I give it to them, invading mouth, pussy, and ass, often in quick succession.

People like to think of me as some sort of grand fucking conquestor.

Unbreakable.

Unyielding.

In the six months after I left Colorado and hitchhiked my way to Vegas, where my miserable life began, I made such a name for myself as “Edgar,” my shows at Vixxx would sometimes draw a bigger crowd than the Saturday night fights at the Mirage.

With a pedigree like mine, it wasn’t difficult to sweet-talk investors into fronting a club. I’m good with money—good at betting, I guess—so they were happy to invest again and again, each time lowering my interest rates and increasing the amount of dollars. Now that The Forest is what it is, even the most prudish among them are pleased to have their names up on the donors’ wall inside my primary location on The Strip.

In the last five years, I’ve opened four locations. Financed one sixth of a casino. Built five apartment buildings, invested in one planned gated community, and bought out three luxury car lots.

I’m interviewed regularly by the Nevada Business Times, consulted occasionally by Hollywood, still sporadically beset by huge financial offers from porn studios, discreetly phoned by Wall Street deviants interested in “the lifestyle.”

They all know me as Edgar.

Not my birth name, Lucas Lenore, nor any other name I’ve had.

I’ve made a new life. Become almost famous for my stamina and temper, for my keen eye for submissives and my talent with a crop.

I stay hard all the way through every show, no matter how long. It’s not Viagra. Just my lust.

And no one ever guesses my secret.

At what my private submissives’ gag orders keep hidden.

That after every show, there must be blood.

Mine.

Because I’m not a sadist—not just.

I’m still Hansel. And Hansel is a masochist.




AUTHOR’S NOTE: This story is not panty-melting. Your panties won’t have time to melt, because they will fuc*ing evaporate. Poof! But let me level with you: It is crazy. It is dark. You have to trust me. You will find both Gretel and Hansel to be completely fuc- lovable. You have my word.
P.S. It’s not fantasy. It’s contemporary erotica.
P.S.S. No one in this fairy tale is related.



Purchase:
Amazon:http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_sb_noss?url=search-alias%3Daps&field-keywords=hansel%20by%20ella%20james

AUTHOR BIO:
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Ella James is a Colorado author who writes teen and adult romance. She is happily married to a man who knows how to wield a red pen, and together they are raising a feisty two-year-old who will probably grow up believing everyone's parents go to war over the placement of a comma.

Ella's books have been listed on numerous Amazon bestseller lists, including the Movers & Shakers list and the Amazon Top 100; two were listed among Amazon's Top 100 Young Adult Ebooks of 2012.

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BLOG TOUR: Love Me Later by Libby Rice @libby_rice







Love Me Later Synopsis:
Scarlet Leore enjoys a glittering existence amongst society’s elite. Ethan Blake is a prizefighter knocking his way through school, counting on his winnings to bankroll the dreams that won’t fit in a boxing ring. When the two meet, neither can deny the instant attraction that wells between the hulking fighter and the heiress who is miles and millions out of his league. But a vicious attack leaves Scarlet physically and emotionally battered, and for Ethan, her allure crumbles along with the rest of his life after she accuses him of wielding the knife.
Years later, Scarlet has abandoned the high life for that of a hard-working lawyer, while Ethan has clawed his way to the pinnacle of a business empire. Drawn into his world of high-stakes tech mergers, they dance to a tune of revenge, desire, and finally, redemption. But their world won’t tolerate an attorney falling for her client. They’ll need more than lust and forgiveness. They must bridge the chasm of a tormented past to understand who they are today. Only then can they forge a future in the face of the resurging enemy who once tore them apart.



LOVE ME LATER Excerpt
When Ethan’s lips met hers, blood sizzled along the insides of his veins. After a heartbeat, Scarlet opened to him with a low moan, and their tongues met in a hostile dance while his cock throbbed against her soft stomach.
He pulled away just as suddenly. “You make me crazy with your scheming ways and your fearful eyes and your hot fucking mouth and even hotter underwear. I want you gone.”
“Then take me.”
Take me. The permission he’d longed for.
She went on, destroying the moment. “It’s the middle of the night. I’m exhausted. I don’t know the city and have no idea where to go, so if you want me somewhere else, take me there.”
The words were logical. The desperation in her plea was not. Neither was her lingerie-lined bathroom nor her combination of cool, if calculating, professional confidence and extreme personal vulnerability. He couldn’t figure her out and was tired of trying. “Perhaps you should go wherever it is you went around this time last night.”
Her lips quivered slightly before she rolled them over her teeth.
He groaned at the sight. “Noon. Tomorrow. Beyond that, no force on Earth could keep you in this room, Empre—”
She reared back, her shoulder blades slamming against the door as tears took hold, shocking him with their sudden onslaught and violent force. “Don’t you ever call me that again. A man called me Empress as he stabbed me. A man I thought was you.” The torrent of words wrenched out between heartbroken sobs. “Do you have any idea how it feels to be called that name? When you say it, the world seizes, and I can barely stay sane knowing you’re using it to hurt me. Goddamn you! I don’t want you, or this awful job, or even your apology when you figure out how wrong you are.”
Once the storm passed, her eyes closed, releasing the last of her tears. On a shaky breath, her small hand lifted, and she braced her weight against his chest before her forehead bent to rest between his pecs. He flinched, not at her touch, but with the knowledge that she’d later regret seeking comfort from her tormentor.
After a charged silence, she sniffed and murmured, “I’m sorry, Ethan.” And then nodding in what looked like a gesture of internal acceptance, she looked up, straight into his eyes. “I’ll go tonight.”
Stunned, he stared at the roots of her glossy hair, not knowing whether to confront or comfort and marveling at her innate ability to make him care whether he got it right. Here he stood in the grasp of a woman who’d fucked him over at every turn, and all he wanted to do was ensure those tears never returned on his watch. He’d had a front row ticket to a lot of feminine meltdowns. Scarlet’s had been the first to reach him. Perhaps because at the end, she hadn’t begged him to stay like all the rest. Not in her life. Not even in her bed. Instead, she’d agreed to go.
He backed away with a hand out, palm up in a silent offer, sensing he shouldn’t touch her again without invitation. She’d made terrible choices, but unless her acting skills merited an Oscar, she neared the end of her rope. When he felt a feather-light contact slipping over his fingers, he eased her toward him, gently, slowly, just enough to get the door open behind her.

“Stay tonight, Scarlet. Go tomorrow. Please.” Then he stepped around her, careful to avoid further contact, sure it would lead to a landslide that would bury them both.
Libby Rice Bio:
Before becoming a writer, Libby was first a mechanical engineer in the data acquisition industry (voltmeter anyone?). Preferring writing to technical design, Libby headed to law school and eventually practiced patent law for several enterprising years (patent application covering a voltmeter anyone?). Finally realizing that technology just wasn’t her bag, she traded the voltmeters for alpha heroes and the women who love them.
Today, Libby writes contemporary romances from the foot of the Rocky Mountains, where she lives with her husband, a bona fide rocket scientist (he stuck with the voltmeters!). When not writing, Libby loves good food, even better wine, and traveling the world in search of the next great story.
Libby loves hearing from readers! Join the fun at www.libbyrice.com, where you can sign up for Libby’s new-release e-newsletter, or on Facebook, Twitter, and/or Instagram.

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