Monday, 17 August 2015

Book Blitz for Lady Alexandra's Lover by Helen Hardt. @givemebooksblog @helenhardt @waterhousepress

Title: Lady Alexandra's Lover
Series: Sex and the Season #3
Author: Helen Hardt
Publisher: Waterhouse Press
 Release Date: August 11, 2015


Lady Alexandra MacIntyre has made up her mind. Having grown up in near poverty, she's marrying for money—a lot of money—and she’ll do anything to achieve her goal...even get herself caught in a compromising situation by her overprotective and smugly conventional—although achingly handsome—new stepbrother, Lord Evan Xavier.

Evan, the second son of the Earl of Brighton, considers Alexandra a genuine pain in his arse. She's beautiful, yes, but also headstrong and lacking in social graces and respect for authority. Unfortunately, while his father and her mother are away on their wedding trip, she is his responsibility. When she announces her plan to travel to London, he has no choice but to go along as her protector.

When the two are stranded after a carriage accident, circumstances spiral out of control, and the heat between them can’t be denied. Rescue is on its way, but Alexandra still has her own agenda…

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Helen Hardt’s passion for the written word began with the books her mother read to her at bedtime. She wrote her first story at age six and hasn’t stopped since. In addition to being an award winning author of contemporary and historical romance and erotica, she’s a mother, a black belt in Taekwondo, a grammar geek, an appreciator of fine red wine, and a lover of Ben and Jerry’s ice cream. She writes from her home in Colorado, where she lives with her family. Helen loves to hear from readers.

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Release Blitz for Conscience by Cecilia London. @givemebooksblog @authorclondon

Title: Conscience
Series: The Bellator Saga #2
Author: Cecilia London
Genre: Political Fiction/Erotic Thriller/Erotic Romance
 Release Date: August 17, 2015


An escape plan foiled…

A determined woman…

One last tiny sliver of hope...

Jack will find me.

The Fed wants answers. And Caroline is determined not to provide them. They pull out all the stops, testing her sanity, testing her strength, testing her humanity.

Jack will find me.

Subject to cruel and merciless treatment at the hands of a government she once trusted, Caroline clings to her sole lifeline, her only chance at maintaining her tenuous hold on reality: her memories of her husband, Jack, her children, Marguerite and Sophie, and the friends who mean the world to her.

Jack will find me.

But what happens when hope starts to fade? How long until her interrogators cross over into the unspeakable sadism she fears? How long before she finally breaks apart?

Part Two of a Six Part Saga. Conscience (approximately 120,000 words) is not a standalone and must be read after the first book, Dissident (currently free for Kindle). All books in the series end in a cliffhanger. For readers 18+. This book contains adult situations including graphic violence, explicit (consensual) sex and light BDSM, psychological and physical trauma, and an oftentimes raw, dark, and gritty plot.

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Jack knelt down to kiss her again, and did it for long enough that she strongly considered yanking on his tie and pulling him into the water with her. Which may have happened before.

“Don’t even think about it,” he murmured against her lips.

Caroline pulled away from him and sighed dramatically. “Honestly, you drag a fully clothed man into a pool with you once and he never lets you forget it.”

“You wrecked a five thousand dollar suit.”

“Your five thousand dollar suits are a dime a dozen.”

“That sounds a lot like math. I thought lawyers didn’t do math.”

She laughed. “I do. Only when necessary, though.”

He crouched down to kiss her again. “This suit is probably destroyed anyway but I have no desire to be a sopping wet mess, if you catch my drift.”

She made a pouty face. “You’re no fun.”

Instead of laughing at her expression as he usually did, Jack gave her an intense look. “You know, this pool is awfully deserted. Might not be the safest place for a vulnerable woman to be alone. Any perverted old man is liable to come in here and have his way with you.”

Caroline tipped her head back into the water and smoothed her hair out. He wanted to play. She could play. They hadn’t seen each other in several days. Nothing like getting back on the horse. “I should be so lucky.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Oh, really?”

“Of course.”

“Be careful what you wish for.”

“I’ll take my chances,” she said, lazily gliding back into the water. She floated toward the middle of the pool, enjoying the silence, grinning when she heard a small splash. It only took a moment before the water churned and Jack’s arm was around her waist. She lifted herself up and he pulled her toward him.

“Well, well,” he said. “Look what we have here.”

“May I help you?”

“Just here to swim some laps.”

Caroline felt him press against her hip. “In the nude?”

“Does that bother you?”

“Most people wear a suit to swim.”

“Not me. And I lied. I’m not here to swim.”

Her heart skipped a beat. “Why are you here?”

“For you,” Jack said quietly. “I’ve been watching you.”

“You have?”

He ran his thumb along her jawline. “A woman like you really shouldn’t be left unattended. You’ve been in this pool all alone for hours.”

“It hasn’t been that long.”

“It seems that long.”

Jack gave a very convincing performance. If she didn’t know any better, she’d think a stalker had just waltzed into the pool. Caroline tried to keep her voice from shaking. “How did you get in here?”

He smiled, enjoying the game. “I sneaked in through the back. You have lovely form.”

“I – what are you going to do to me?”

“Whatever you want.”

“What if I want you to leave?”

“I know you don’t want that.” Jack let his fingers drift down her neck. “I know exactly what you want. What you need.”

“I’m a married woman,” she said.

He tugged at her earlobe with his teeth. “What your husband doesn’t know won’t hurt him.”

“It’s wrong.”

“No.” He kissed her deeply, long enough that she was tempted to dip her hands under the water and tease his cock. Before she had the chance he pulled away, leaving her wanting more. “It’s completely right.” He traced an outline around her lips with one hand, tugging at the shoulders of her racing tank with the other. “Do you really need to be wearing this suit?” he asked.

“It’s usually required when swimming, despite your opinion.”

He nipped at her neck. “Not when no one else is around.”

Caroline moaned softly. “You need to be careful. My husband will be home soon.”

Jack chuckled. “How soon?”

She gasped as he started to slip his hand under the bottom of her swimsuit, gliding his finger along her most sensitive areas. “Very soon, I’d imagine.”

He leaned in to kiss her but pulled back at the last moment, chuckling at her little groan of frustration. “Then we’d better hurry.”

“He’ll kill us if he catches us,” she said. “He’s a very jealous man.”

“Tell me more.” He moved his hands back up to her collarbone, pulling the straps of her suit up and running them between his fingers.

“He’s possessive. Very possessive. He could probably tear you apart with his bare hands.” Caroline cried out in surprise as Jack yanked her swimsuit off her shoulders.

“What about you?” he asked quietly. “What would he do to you if he caught you with another man?”

She shivered as he continued to pull her swimsuit down her torso, brushing his fingers against her breasts. “I don’t know. Probably remind me whose property I am.”

Jack laughed. “Property?”

Caroline grinned back at him. Sometimes she had a hard time staying in character. “Come on, Monty. I’m trying really hard here. Go with it.”

He kissed the top of her breasts and continued to pull her suit down. “I’m remembering that one. Wife as property. Hmm.”

“Be quiet. See if I role play with you anymore.”

He laughed again. Her suit had sunk to the bottom of the pool. “A little help?” he asked.

She lifted up one of her legs, the suit dangling from it. Jack tossed it toward the edge of the pool and slid a finger inside her. She tilted her head slightly and he wrapped his arm around her waist, smiling as she moaned again. He slid another finger inside her, teasing her clit with his thumb.

Caroline clenched her teeth. “Holy-”

“Are you distracted by something?”

She bit his shoulder. “No,” she whispered.

“Good.” Jack resumed teasing her clit. “Your husband doesn’t know what he’s missing.”

She bit him again, harder this time. “I think he does.”

He stopped what he was doing. “Is he a pervert like me?”

“Much worse than you. He even had a fully equipped bedroom put in near the pool and weight rooms, with sex toys and everything.”

“Why’d he do that?”

“He likes me to take advantage of him after we’re done exercising in the morning.”

Jack closed his eyes. “I bet he enjoys that.”

Caroline ran her tongue up and down his neck, tasting pool water and salt. “As far as I can tell. Never had any complaints.”

He pulled her chin up so that she was looking at him. “We might be able to have more fun in there.”

That room always seemed to bring out the best in them. “Reverse cowgirl?”

His eyes widened and he started to drag her toward the ladder.

“Although I’ve never done it in a pool before,” she said.

He stopped short. “You haven’t?”

“My husband hasn’t tried to seduce me in here yet.”

Jack pulled her back into the water. “Reverse cowgirl can wait,” he said. Caroline inched her hands toward his cock. He stopped her, bringing them back up to his chest. “But so can this. Take it slow, baby. We have all night to enjoy each other.”

She wrapped her legs around his hips, leaning into his neck again. “I love you,” she whispered.

He pulled her closer. “Is the game over?”

“No,” she said. “I just needed a hug.”

“From your husband or from your secret poolside lover?”

Caroline pressed her lips to his, toying with his wet hair. “Definitely my husband.”

He swept his knuckles across her cheek. “Thank you for today. I really mean that.”

“It was nothing.”

“It was everything.” Jack planted a gentle kiss near her lips. “You’ve given so much of yourself to me and to this campaign, and you put yourself out there today for more than just objective policy reasons. You took a huge political risk to defend me. And I love you for it.”

She pressed her forehead to his. “You’re welcome. I’ll do whatever I can to help you win.”

“I hope all three C-SPAN viewers watching today could tell how much you loved me. I sure as hell noticed.”

“As long as you know, I don’t care.” Caroline wrapped her arms and legs around him again, smiling as Jack twirled her around in the water.

He paused for a moment, nipping at her earlobe again. “This will pass, sweetheart,” he whispered. “We’ll get through this campaign and it’ll get better.”

“It’s not that bad.”

“It’s not good, either. I hate what all of this has been doing to you.”

She had failed to mask her stress. Maybe she needed to try harder. “Being with you makes up for a lot of it.”

He started twirling her around again, slower this time. “You make all of this worthwhile.”

She leaned in for a long embrace. “This hugging in the pool thing is pretty nice.”

Jack disentangled himself from her thighs and pressed against her hip so she could feel his erection. “Enjoy it while you can,” he said, winking at her. “Because in a few seconds, you’re getting much more than a hug.”
Caroline threw her head back and laughed.

Author Bio

Cecilia London is my pen name. I am a native Midwesterner who never thought I'd end up in Texas and yet here I am, determined to help Keep San Antonio Lame. I have been known to dabble in the practice of law. I can apply Simpsons quotes to everyday life, and I live for baseball season. I've been writing off and on since I was a kid, but never really thought I’d have any idea that could turn into a single novel, let alone a series. There aren't many books about how dystopias/totalitarian political regimes come into existence, and I wanted to touch upon that topic while still maintaining a primary focus on the epic romance. The Bellator Saga is my first published work.

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Cover Reveal for The Decadence After Dark Series Box Set by M.Never. @givemebooksblog @MNeverAuthor

Title: The Decadence After Dark Series Box Set
Series: Decadence After Dark #1-3
Author: M. Never
Genre: Dark Erotic Romance
 Release Date: August 27, 2015


Three dark erotic tales under one sinful cover...

Get Owned, Claimed, and Ruined with The Decadence After Dark Series.

One hundred and eighty thousand words of Pulse-Pounding heat, raw passion and insatiable love!

Owned (Book One in The Decadence After Dark Series)

"I like you collared, baby. I like you naked, I like you mine.”

Ellie Stevens has lusted over Kayne Roberts since he first walked into the import/export company she works for a little over a year ago. As Expo’s most important client, Ellie has always kept a safe distance from the man with the majestic blue eyes - until temptation finally gets the better of her. Impulsively, Ellie invites Kayne to one of Expo's infamous company parties her flamboyant boss is notorious for throwing. Unbeknownst to Ellie, the god in the Armani suit isn’t just the suave entrepreneur he portrays himself to be. Underneath the professional exterior is a man with a secret life, dark desires, and nefarious contacts.

In a hidden corner of a trendy New York City lounge, the spark kindling between the two of them ignites. Unable to resist the sinful attraction, Ellie agrees to leave with Kayne, believing she is finally bedding the man of her dreams. Little does she know when she walks out the door, she’s about to be Owned.

Claimed (Book Two in the Decadence After Dark Series)

With one look he consumed me.
With one touch he marked me.
With one kiss he owned me.
With one whisper he claimed me.

"No matter where you go or who you're with, you'll always be mine."

Ellie Stevens thought she had moved on from the domineering man who abducted her. Now living in Hawaii and following her dreams, no one is going to keep her down. But things aren't always as they seem.

Kayne Rivers reluctantly let Ellie go, but just because she's gone now, doesn't mean she'll be gone forever. She is his, and he won't stop until he's reclaimed her as his own.

Ruined (A Decadence After Dark Novella)

Kayne Roberts.
Kayne Rivers.
Kayne Stevens.

No matter his name, one fact remains the same. He's the man who enslaved me, ensnared me, claimed me and ruined me...For all other men that is.

My life.
My love
My happiness.
All belong to him.
I belong to no one but him.

He owns me.
And I own him.

**Owned, Claimed, and Ruined are dark erotic romance. Please pay close attention to the use of the words dark, erotic, and romance. These books have intense sexual situations, a Master/slave relationship, mild abuse, and some violence. Reader discretion is advised**

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Author Bio

M. Never resides in New York City. When she's not researching ways to tie up her characters in compromising positions, you can usually find her at the gym kicking the crap out of a punching bag, or eating at some new trendy restaurant

She has a dependence on sushi and a fetish for boots. Fall is her favorite season.

She is surrounded by family and friends she wouldn't trade for the world and is a little in love with her readers.

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RELEASE BLITZ: End of Day by Jewel E Ann @JewelE_Ann

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Meet Jack & Jill in End of Day by Jewel E Ann!  
Be sure to grab your copy of this uniquely dark and funny read at the following retailers:

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Earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust; in the sure and certain hope of the Resurrection to eternal life.

Four caskets. Two bodies.

Jessica and Jude Day witness their funeral and that of their parents a few yards away from mourning family and friends. Stripped of the only life they’ve ever known, the Days say goodbye to San Francisco forever.

Four months later, two thirty-year-old misfits with elite self-defense skills and penchants for alcohol, sex, and trouble arrive like an earthquake to Peaceful Woods, a retirement community in Omaha, Nebraska, that thrives on rules and gossip. Welcome home, Jackson and Jillian Knight.

Jackson celebrates his new beginning by embracing his job and wiping his cavalier past clean with a temporary oath of celibacy. But Jillian’s past is branded into her soul—the deaths, the insanity, Dr. Luke Jones, and the need to make her lovers bleed. Her chance for redemption comes in the form of a next door neighbor, one Senior Master Sergeant Monaghan. He’s sexy, dangerously alluring, and riddled with emotional issues from years of service. He’s also … So. Damn. Grumpy.

Their mission is simple: Let go, start over, don't kill anyone, and pray that nobody wakes the dead.
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“Come inside, AJ.” Jillian shrugged off her leather jacket as she walked in the house.
      “I don’t want to see your—” The door shut before AJ could finish his protest.
      Jillian snagged an apple from the counter and washed it. The grin on her face grew as she waited for the backdoor to open. She knew AJ was standing in her garage, grumpy as hell, contemplating his move. There was little doubt in her mind that he would eventually come inside. She knew underneath that seemingly impenetrable layer of stubbornness was an undeniable curiosity that made him just as human as everyone else.
      “You realize half the damn neighborhood thinks you’re married, and now you’ve got them thinking there’s something going on between us—” AJ let his cheery self into the house.
      “Is there not something going on between us?”
      He helped himself to a seat at the table. Jillian plopped down in the chair next to him, propping her boots up on his legs. He frowned at her boots.
      “What do you need, AJ?” She threw his words back at him. “Do you want to go downstairs and duke it out? Do you want to fuck me doggie style until I howl at the moon? Do you need me to suck you off to help relieve a bit of that pent-up anger you carry around all day?”
      His jaw twitched as he stared at her with such intensity it nearly cracked her own fa├žade. “Yes.” Just one word.
      Jillian paused mid-chew, waiting for more, but he offered nothing. She continued eating her apple.
      “What did you see that messed you up so bad?”
      “Who said I’m messed-up?”
      She chuckled. “Fair enough. Why don’t you ask me out on a proper date: flowers, cloth napkins, fine wine, a chaste kiss goodnight?”
      AJ raised a suspicious brow. “Chaste kiss? Has a guy ever given you a chaste kiss and lived to tell about it?”
      “So you won’t ask me out because you’re afraid of me?”
      “I fear no one.”
      Jillian’s eyes widened. “Wow. Lucky you.”
      AJ shoved her boots off his legs then dusted off the nonexistent dirt. “Who do you fear?”
      Jillian finished her apple, core included, then tugged off her boots before drawing her knees to her chest. “Where to begin …”

About the Author
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Jewel is a free-spirited romance junkie with a quirky sense of humor.
With 10 years of flossing lectures under her belt, she took early retirement from her dental hygiene career to stay home with her three awesome boys and manage the family business.
After her best friend of nearly 30 years suggested a few books from the Contemporary Romance genre, Jewel was hooked. Devouring two and three books a week but still craving more, she decided to practice sustainable reading, AKA writing.
When she’s not donning her cape and saving the planet one tree at a time, she enjoys yoga with friends, good food with family, rock climbing with her kids, watching How I Met Your Mother reruns, and of course…heart-wrenching, tear-jerking, panty-scorching novels.