Release Blitz Packet * Ashes, Book 2 by Leslie Johnson @author_leslie

She's the wind. He's the fire. Both are independent, hot headed, and strong. Neither want a relationship or to be tied down in any way. But outside forces have other ideas.

When Beth is confronted by an old demon, she can't imagine the danger she's in. She's too stubborn to ask for help, but will she have a choice? How do they fight an evil that can't be seen or understood?

Don't miss the first book in the Stoking the Embers steamy spin-off series, Ashes. If you loved Beth and Gage in Stoking the Embers, see what happens next in Ashes, a five book romantic suspense series.

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Leslie is a California native but recently moved to Arizona after a stint in Arkansas. She enjoys travel and being with friends.

She is an avid reader of many genres, but prefers romances with travel or thriller themes. She loves writing about strong women and strong men because the world needs both!

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WITH VISIONS OF RED, #2 by Trisha Wolfe ♥ RELEASE BLITZ

Title: WITH VISIONS OF RED (Broken Bonds #2)

Author: Trisha Wolfe

Release Date: July 16, 2105

Genre: Erotic Thriller / BDSM

 

Blurb

The UNSUB has made contact. After a rapid string of grisly murders shakes the usually peaceful city of Arlington, Virginia, the sadistic killings of young women lull into a deceptive calm. Agent Sadie Bonds knows the terror isn’t over; serial killers don’t stop until caught. And this sadist has targeted the profiler, revealing pieces of her dark past and weaving her secrets into each gruesome crime scene. Is the killer someone from Sadie’s past, her present? Or is he part of a fated future she brought on herself? The answer lies within the riddle of the copycat killings, ones mimicked after the infamous Blood Countess. As tension brews in the department awaiting the UNSUB’s next move, Sadie’s more than on edge—her deviant cravings for the possible perpetrator have ratcheted out of control. She needs the feel of Colton’s ropes binding her, sheltering her from stark reality. Only Colton Reed has his own twisted secrets that threaten to unravel not only Sadie as they come to light, but the UNSUB’s carefully constructed web now entangling both the profiler and her sexy bondage rigger. Is Sadie too close to this case to be objective, or is the UNSUB closer to her than she ever imagined…    

With Visions of Red (Broken Bonds #1)

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Criminal profiler Sadie Bonds knows blood. Her affair with the gruesome, dark world of killers began long before she started applying her analytical skills to investigate gory crime scenes. She gets inside the killers’ heads, breaks them down, relates to them on an arcane level. She prefers it this way—because it’s safer to ally herself with the villain than the victim. At least, that’s how she’s coped ever since she was abducted and tortured as a teen. She will never be a victim again. Now, she’s honed her skills in order to bring justice to these ritualistic offenders. Working alongside her colleagues, armed with sharp wit and a SIG, Sadie always catches her sadist. Until one ruthless serial killer gets inside Sadie’s head, turning the tables. He knows her secrets. Her obsessions. The darkest, most deviant part of her soul. When she meets Colton Reed, dangerous stakes are raised as he threatens to unravel her control and reveal her darkest fantasies. The sexy-as-sin bondage rigger at an exclusive BDSM club pushes her boundaries, forcing her to acknowledge that side of herself she fears. Plunged into a realm of torture and suffering, pain and pleasure, Sadie balances on the razor-sharp edge of two intersecting worlds threatening to swallow her. Passion and lust ignite. Dark and light battle. This explosive first installment of the Broken Bonds series sets the exhilarating pace for a cat and mouse game where no one knows who’s really pulling the strings.  

About Trisha Wolfe

From an early age, Trisha Wolfe dreamed up fantasy worlds and characters and was accused of talking to herself. Today, she lives in South Carolina with her family and writes full time, using her fantasy worlds as an excuse to continue talking to herself. For more information on Trisha Wolfe and her works, please visit: TrishaWolfe.com Sign up for Trisha Wolfe's newsletter to get updates on future book releases and special sale events: bit.ly/1rXTKI7 Come hang out and chat with Trisha in her Facebook group: on.fb.me/1yFLhOA    

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Forever Beloved
Jessa Eden
Release Date: July 18, 2015

Blurb:

Marla had betrayed me in the worst way...or so I thought. 

My version of the past was unraveling, leading me to question everything I knew about the break-up.

The only thing I knew for sure was she was driving me crazy.

I found her maddening. Bewitching. Captivating.

She was still in my blood after all these years.

But I was determined to resist her sweetness until I uncovered every last secret she was hiding from me.

~Beau Shepard

Beau only knew half the secret.

The other half could destroy him.

I knew sooner or later he would figure out the truth and the past would be exposed for what it really was.

A betrayal of the worst kind.

I wasn’t giving up on us, though.

I still loved him.  Utterly and completely.

Fate was giving us another chance.

I could feel it in my bones.

~Marla Matthews

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Excerpt:

Beau:

I stopped by Scorch to check on things as they started to heat up. 

Sitting on my usual couch, I took in the pretty scenery. Lots of beauties were getting down on the dance floor as the crowd started to thicken.  Scanning the masses, I noticed a woman shaking her hips back and forth as she got lost in the sensuality of the music.

My Marla radar went off as I recognized her shape in a heartbeat.

I hadn’t lost my ability to track her

I could sniff her out anywhere. 

Her beautiful curves were one of a kind, beckoning men from miles around.

I went on high alert as she glided across the dance floor, soaking up the rhythms of some Rihanna song.  Her voluptuous body moved gracefully as she jammed to the music.  My cock tightened as my mind swam with dirty, filthy thoughts.

I had always been so hard for her. 

So god-damn hard. 

I wanted to grab her hair, pull her close and ride her until she squealed in deep pleasure that left her panting for more. 

I had no idea what in the hell she was doing at Scorch. Mesmerized, I watched her shake her curvaceous hips over and over.

But I wasn’t the only one who noticed.

Marla attracted male attention right and left as they swarmed around her like a pack of wolves. One young punk approached her and she ushered him forward, swaying her hips as he stuck his leg between hers.

Son of a bitch, she was letting him grind all up in her business. I bolted up from my seat as rage blasted through me. 

I wasn’t okay with another man touching her.

That asshole was messing with the wrong woman.

Marla was mine.

Always had been. 

Always would be.

Her name coursed through my veins, like a junkie experiencing his first high. Anger rocked through my chest, moving up to the base of my brain, igniting a Neanderthal instinct to protect what was mine.

As I moved toward them, things got ten times worse as the douche bag claimed her lips in an obnoxious kiss while his hands found her luscious ass and squeezed, pulling her tight to his crotch.

That wasn’t going to fly with me. But before I got to them, Marla hauled off and slapped him.

Thatta girl.

The guy took it as a sign of challenge and wasn’t going to behave as he grabbed her wrist and tried to haul her away.

Na-uh.  Not happening.

I arrived on the dance floor as Marla tried to pull her wrist away from her would-be admirer.

I stepped in front of the guy, getting in his face. “Whoa buddy. Hands off,” I growled, trying to control my temper.

“I was here first,” he barked, as if in some universe he could claim her.

I stared hard at the young punk. “Let go of her. I’m only going to ask once,” I snarled, ready for battle.

I took a menacing step forward, which made the guy flinch. He was all bark and no bite as he released Marla. I chased him off with another confrontational step and he high-tailed it to the bar, like a scared, little puppy.

“Thank you, Beau,” Marla offered, staring at me with relief in her doe eyes.

“I’ll be with you in a moment,” I snapped, mad she was even there.

That asshole needed to be thrown out. I signaled to one of the bouncers, pointing at the guy. He would be banished for good.

Then, I turned my full attention to Marla, looking too sexy in a tight pink dress that showed off her hot body.

“I can’t have you here, looking like this, acting like that!” I pointed towards her dress and then the dance floor.”

Her brown eyes went wide with shock.“What? You don’t get to tell me where I can go.”

“I can kick you out of here!”

“Fine! I’ll just go somewhere else.” She turned to walk away from me.

“Oh no, you won’t!” I said, picking her up in a fireman’s hold and slinging her over my shoulder with one hand. 

“Put me down!” she demanded as her legs flailed out in front of me.

I had always loved her curvy calves and I ran my hand along her soft skin as she struggled.

“No! I’m not putting you down!” I yelled, carrying her towards the office in the back.

I weaved my way through the thickening crowd as Marla continued to struggle against me. I made it down the hall, away from prying eyes. Once we were inside the office, I shut the door and put her down. 

“Where are we?” she questioned sharply.

“My office.”

“Why do you have an office at Scorch?” she asked, glancing around at the dark green walls with wooden panels running along the bottom third of the paint.

“Because I own the damn club.”

“Is there anything you don’t own?” she shot back.

“Yeah, you.”

She shook her head. “That’s not happening, Beau. You will never own me. I can’t be bought.”

“So you’ve made known. But I will not have the mother of my child dancing like that in public.”

“Charlie’s not six, anymore,” she countered.

It didn’t matter. “I didn’t get to do this when he was six, so I’m doing it now.”

She narrowed her furious gaze at me. “That doesn’t even make sense.  You’re acting like I was some kind of neglectful mother who went out and partied all the time and I wasn’t!”

“How would I know that?  You could have been fucking any Tom, Dick or Harry walking around for all I know.”

“Like you, then?” she zinged back. “I bet you don’t even know how many women you fucked in the last twenty years.”

Same old fire.

Giving as good as she got.

God, she made me hot.

“You’re probably right, but it doesn’t really matter. What matters is how you need to fucked good.”

She gasped as I bent down and claimed her mouth passionately. She fought me for a second, but there was no denying our chemistry. I took possession of her beautiful lips over and over as she gave in willingly. My tongue played with hers, fucking her sweet, lush mouth.

She moaned in her throat, thirsting for more as I held her close. Sucking her bottom lip into my mouth, I slowed things down.  I wanted to extract every last morsel of pleasure out of her. Hot damn, she felt good in my arms.

Panting, she pulled back, her glance soft. “Do you remember how good it was between us?” she asked, her doe eyes filling with a vulnerability I didn’t want to acknowledge.

I wasn’t about to confess I remembered every moment I spent with her. “You know...it’s a blur.  We happened a long time ago.”

“Then what do you remember?” she asked as I ran my hand down her side.

“How good the sex was,” I murmured hotly against her ear before turning her backside against my body.

Her hands clutched at my thighs, wanting what I was offering. I pushed her up against the door, lining my swollen cock up with her ass.

“Do you remember that?”

“Yes,” she gasped as she arched her back, shooting her bottom into me.

We both groaned as I went from hard to steel in an instant. My blood roared with the need to take her with the same intensity I had in high school.

I sniffed her hair, lime and coconut this time. “Why can’t I let you go?” I breathed against her ear.

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Over the last couple of years, writing has become a passion of mine. I pour my heart into each one of my stories, letting my characters go wherever they dare to venture. They often surprise and amuse me. I revel in exploring the human condition through the art of storytelling. 

Nothing gives me more pleasure than drawing you into a world of emotional connection, compelling characters and hopeful adventure, complete with sizzle and sensuality. My goal is to leave you breathless and panting for more...

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Eternity Springs Series, by Emily March @emilymarchbooks

Title: Heartache Falls

Author: Emily March Series: Eternity Springs Genre: Adult contemporary romance, inspirational romance

Synopsis

Married for more than twenty years, and with her children out of the nest, Ali Timberlake has come to Eternity Springs alone. She’s looking for answers to heartbreaking questions and searching for something that’s missing deep within herself. Taking a lease on the Bristlecone Café in pursuit of a lifelong dream, Ali feels revitalized as she becomes part of this charming mountain town. But a big piece of her is still back in Denver with her husband, Mac, a successful judge—and a man who isn’t going to let the woman he loves leave without a fight.

When Mac shows up in Eternity Springs—sexy, seductive, and determined to win his wife back—he experiences the wonder of the place that has given Ali such feelings of happiness and belonging. He wants that for her, but even more, he wants that with her. Ali has found a special place for her heart. But is there still enough room left in that heart for him?

Excerpt

"Very funny, Timberlake. This is the first time I've worn this shirt and I've spilled wine on it. It's probably ruined." "Take it off and rinse it in the creek before the stain sets." When she paused and looked worriedly around, he added, "No one will see you but the steer, and not only is it impossible for him to tattle on you, he doesn't have the equipment needed to take advantage of the situation. I, on the other hand..." He waggled his eyebrows wolfishly. Ali frowned at him. The amusement in his eyes transformed to heat. "Take off your shirt, Ali-cat." A ribbon of heat fluttered through her. "I guess I do need to soak the stain." "You certainly do." After glancing around the meadow one more time, she reached down to pull the shirt up and off, then hesitated. "If I do, will you give me your shirt to wear on the way back to town?" "I certainly will." He sucked in an audible breath when she revealed the sexy red bra. When she knelt beside the creek and leaned over to rinse the shirt, he shifted to get a better view. Ali tended to the shirt, honestly fretful over the stain. When she'd done her best with the shirt, she stretched it out to dry atop the boulder where she'd fished. When she turned around, Mac sat stretched out on their blanket, propped up on his elbows. He said, "I want to make love to you, Ali. Here. Now."

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About Emily March

Emily March is the New York Times, Publishers Weekly, and USA Today bestselling author of over thirty novels, including the critically acclaimed Eternity Springs series. Publishers Weekly calls March a "master of delightful banter," and her heartwarming, emotionally charged stories have been named to Best of the Year lists by Publishers Weekly, Library Journal, and Romance Writers of America. A graduate of Texas A&M University, Emily is an avid fan of Aggie sports and her recipe for jalapeño relish has made her a tailgating legend.

Pseudonym(s): Geralyn Dawson

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