Thursday, 16 June 2016



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He's a household name. Posters of his tattooed body are plastered across bedroom walls from San Francisco to Singapore. Women want to be with him. Men want to be him. He's brash, bold, and bossy as hell, and he is about to become my employer and my step-brother, which wouldn't be so bad; except ...

He's already been my lover.

Hot Scoop Magazine's Sexiest Performer Alive, Sean 'Shag' Steal, is the front-man for Crude Element, the hottest band on the scene. With every song he pens, blazing up the charts, he's got the world at his feet.

Attempting to change his public image as a kinky, womanizing pig, hasn't stopped his wayward ways. I should know.

He played me his music. He played with my body. And he played with my heart, leaving it tattered in tiny painful pieces, nearly broken beyond repair.

I was finally putting the pieces back together, when his mother and my father decide to blindside us. They're getting married!

Could things get any worse? The answer to that question is a resounding yes.

Pushed by my dad to replace Shag's former PA, I find myself working for the one man who lives to torment me. He won't take 'no' for an answer, and he always gets what he wants. This time he wants me back in his bed, at least until our parents say, 'I do.' I have to resist. There is no way I can handle another heartbreak.

If only he hadn't earned his silly nickname because of his 'shagging' skills, resisting would be so much easier.

Warning: This book is for mature audiences and contains sexual situations, language, and subject matters some readers may find offensive. If you like dark, damaged bad boys, you're in the right place.

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Excerpt from Bad Beats © C.L. Riley 2016

The lights on the small stage explode to life, revealing the band. I don’t waste a second looking at anyone but Shag. He’s all I see, bathed in a blue spotlight and looking like the rock god he’s been referred to so often.

“Welcome winners!” he yells, as if he’s on massive stage, in a stadium of thousands, not a room with three hundred people.

The audience cheers their approval.

“Let’s fucking rock this ship right out of the water!”

And they do.

For the next hour, Shag and his band weave a web of musical madness that’s impossible to resist. Shag’s the spider, luring us in with his dark and dangerous persona. He’s an impeccable front-man, giving the audience everything they could possibly want and then some.

More than once his smoldering gaze finds mine and he grins. Another time he winks. There is no hiding his interest. Shag Steal may be entertaining everyone else, but he’s enticing me with a personal performance that has my heart racing and my panties damp.

Just so you know, I’ve read more than a few romance novels where the heroine refers to her wet panties. I always discarded the over-used reference as an exaggeration specific to the genre.

Now I know the books were right and I was wrong. Damp panties are real, and I’m wearing them.

I’m also positive I am not the only one in desperate need of a cold shower, especially with Shag looking like he does. His bare chest and six-pack glisten with sweat, drawing my gaze to his body-hugging leathers, a different pair than he wore during the Portland concert. They lace up the front, reminiscent of David Lee Roth’s signature eighties style.

But what makes the pants so hot is the way Shag fills them. He’s packing some serious size beneath those laces. The drool-worthy bulge is even bigger than I remember from that first, hometown show. Considering at this venue his crotch is just a few feet from my face, it’s no wonder he seems larger than life.

Two songs ago, he tossed me his t-Shirt, and I’m clinging to the sweaty garment like it’s my life preserver. Every few seconds, his uniquely male scent drifts up from the shirt, adding to my desire. It takes all my self-control to resist the insane urge to bury my nose in the cool cotton.

Robin isn’t helping matters. She keeps passing me straight shots. I don’t do straight shots. At least I didn’t use to.

Because of those shots, I’ve surpassed the tipsy phase, something that’s happened more in the past week than in the last year. The night we used our gift cards to shop for the cruise, I was buzzed. By the pool today, I was feeling no pain. And now…now I’m ready to seduce Shag and worry about the emotional price tag tomorrow.

So much for my stance on limiting any self-indulgent behavior…I’m failing miserably in that regard and can’t make myself care. What I do care about is the man who owns the stage and perhaps even a tiny piece of me.

His next words lodge in my heart, like an arrow from Cupid’s bow, sending a surge of heat spiraling through me. I lean into Robin, and she nudges me, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

“I’d like to play you a song I wrote while most of you were enjoying a kick ass meal. My band doesn’t know about it yet, and I don’t have a title. I hope you’re cool with an acoustic version of what I believe is a future hit. Did I mention I’m turning into a certified cat lover?”

Robin pokes me. “Cat lover, huh? Whatever could he mean?”

I take the shot glass from her and throw back my head, letting the bitter liquid burn a fiery trail down my throat. “Maybe he likes felines,” I tease back.

She raises her brow and I stick out my tongue.

Someone from Shag’s crew brings him a stool and hands over a guitar, putting an end to our banter.

The room quiets and chairs shuffle as people sit. Robin pulls me down with her, giving my thigh a pat. I sink into the cushions, keeping my gaze trained on Shag. He adjusts the instrument, his expression thoughtful.

After what feels like forever, he looks up and shoots us his trademark smirk. It doesn’t matter that he’s about to premiere a song he wrote while I was napping and everyone else was eating, he appears cool and utterly confident.

He fixes his gaze on me and strums his fingers across the guitar’s strings, launching into a soulful rock ballad that makes my arm hairs stand up and take notice. Goosebumps trail over my skin and I’m immediately lost in the lyrics.

The song is about a man longing for a woman so bad it hurts. He refers to the woman as Cat and makes use of several clever word plays to insert some petting and purring references into the story. Rather than being cheesy, the cat contrasts add a hint of humor to an otherwise serious song of seduction and bring a unique twist to a tale about a tormented man desperate for a torrid affair with a woman he should leave alone.

Mentions of emerald eyes and a red halo of hair…his very own Tabby Cat, eliminate any mystery about who he’s longing for.

He. Wants. Me.

He doesn’t know it yet, but he’s going to get me.


Just the thought of us together sends a coil of heat through my core. I shift, trying to relieve the pressure and refocus my attention on the lyrics not the ache between my legs.

The verse that touches me most describes how the woman he wants is out of his league and explains he is no good for her, and then goes on to clarify that in the end he will corrupt her, destroying her innocence.

Had the lyrics been lacking, it wouldn’t have mattered, because Shag’s voice is intoxicating, like the finest wine, aged to perfection. It wraps around me like a lush fur blanket, caressing my soul and making me realize how much I want to be corrupted, as long as it’s Shag doing the corrupting.

The man has far more going for him than simple charisma and charm, and he’s not just talented, he’s undeniably gifted. He shines brighter than any star and easily makes the sun pale in comparison to the energy that emanates from him. As for sex appeal, he has it in spades, no one could ever question his shameless sensuality, but it’s more than that.

I’ve seen sexy, talented men before but none who have affected me the way Shag Steal is affecting me now. I feel like I’m the only woman in the world who can satisfy his insatiable appetite, and I’m convinced he alone is the one man who can quench my thirst. It’s as if I’ve been wandering in the desert and he’s the oasis, a place of refuge and release.

There is no denying that whatever this thing is between us has me spellbound. I can’t explain it and I don’t want to. The mystery adds to the magic, making me tremble all over. If I sit here another second, I’m afraid I’ll melt. Robin will have to scrape me off the floor.

Not sure how to handle the tsunami of sensations, I bolt from the loveseat, desperate to find a safe harbor where I can compose myself in the midst of the storm.

The women’s restroom is the closest sanctuary I can think of. So I make a beeline through the audience, trying not to step on any feet along the way. Sadly, I’m not successful. I stumble, and someone, thank God, keeps me from a face plant.

Mumbling an apology, I keep moving, determined to escape what now feels like a room full of vultures eager to pick me to pieces.

When I finally enter the hallway that leads to the bathrooms, my legs turn to JELL-O. Slumping against the wall, I struggle to stay upright.

Rough hands grab my shoulders and I’m yanked against a hard body. At first I think its Shag, but the smell is all wrong. After spending time practically snorting his shirt, I’m confident in my ability to recognize his scent.

This man smells like whisky and musk, a combination that turns my stomach.

“Where are you running off to? We’ve got unfinished business.”

“What...?” My mind is foggy and doesn’t compute his comment, thanks to all the shots.

“Poolside, this morning. Your friend chased me off before I could tell you how much I like women like you.”

Placing my palms against his chest, I push. “Women like me?”

“Full-figured, sexy, and trying to pretend like they don’t want it.”

The fog clears just enough for me to process his words, and I’m pissed. I know I should be afraid, considering he has me pinned against a wall, but instead I’m seeing red. This asshole just called me fat and accused me of cock-blocking.

I do what any insulted woman would, knee him in the groin.

Only problem, I miss. Now he’s angry and running his mouth.

“You little bitch. You think that rock-star likes you. Please. You should feel lucky I want to fuck you.”

This time, I stomp on his foot. I don’t miss and he yelps, releasing me.

Before I can think to move, Omar, Shag’s security guard, the one who walked me to my first ever meal onboard, is between me and Mr. Stalker, shoving him back.

A second later, a shirtless blur appears.

My vision is tunneling and I’m not sure what’s happening. I think the blur is Shag, which makes no sense since I still hear music. Closing my eyes, I try to fight the dizziness that I suspect is a result of the booze. I’ve lost count of how many shots I swallowed down.

I’m pretty sure I’m going to throw up.

Yep. I am.

Unable to stop the inevitable, I bow over and spew out the cause of my distress.

With my stomach empty, I slide down the wall and land on my ass, right before the world goes dark.

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About C.L. Riley’s ‘Backstage/Groupie Days’

Concert Groupie Collage

 When was the first time you went backstage? What band was it?

The first time I went backstage was in 1979. I was fourteen. I know. I know. I lied about my age a lot and looked way older. The concert was in Portland, OR, at the Paramount Theatre. The band was The Cars.


Who was your first rock-star crush? Did you ever meet that person?

My first crush was Paul Stanley, from KISS; I was just 10 when I plastered my walls with KISS posters. My first rock album was KISS Alive. And yes, I did meet Paul Stanley and KISS. It was during the timeframe when they had stopped wearing their makeup…bummer.


Did you know anyone before they were famous?

When I was around fifteen, Courtney Love lived in Portland, OR, and hung out with our ‘group.’ We went to some concerts together, danced at the same underage clubs, and in all honestly, I was annoyed with her because I felt like she’d ‘stolen’ my best friend, Robin. I named one of my characters in Bad Beats after Robin. I have not remained close with Courtney though we have communicated a couple of times in recent years. She is a very fascinating person.


Who were your favorite bands to ‘party’ with?

That’s a hard question. So many of the guys were a blast. I’ll tell you who I couldn’t stand: Van Halen. They treated women like dogs. I loved Def Leppard and AC/DC. Even rode back to the hotel party in AC/DC’s limo. Limo rides were a big deal back then, especially when you're with the band. One time, I had all of Night Ranger piled in my tiny car! I drove Rick Savage from Def Leppard back to the hotel…I didn’t go home until morning. Wink. Wink.


What kinds of memorabilia did you collect while hanging out with the bands?

Of course, things like guitar picks and drumsticks, t-shirts etc. I had a really cool robe from China that I got from Chris Glenn (Bass Player, MSG) and a pair of brown socks from Michael Schenker (Lead Guitar, MSG). I have numerous Do Not Disturb door-hangers from hotels and coasters from bars. Yes, I had fake ID. It was the Eighties! I have a great selection of autographs, including Roger Daltrey from The Who.


Was there a group you wanted to meet but never had the chance?

A couple. The biggie was The Rolling Stones. I saw them in concert, in 1982, at the Seattle Kingdome, but went with a guy to the show. I liked this guy a lot, and he was my Mick Jagger substitute, but I regret never meeting the real Mick Jagger. I never saw Led Zepplin or Pink Floyd either.


Best Rock-Star kiss?

Another tough question…really tough. Jake E Lee (Lead Guitar, Ozzy Osbourne), Doc Neesen (Lead Singer, Angel City), Neil Murray (Bass, White Snake), Brian Johnson (Lead Singer, AC/DC)


 about the author
C.L. Riley is an author with four books to her credit...under a different name. A name she intends to keep top secret. (If you know the "real" C.L., keep it hush-hush, please!) And no, she's not some huge, blockbuster author with a seven figure income, though she'd be all right with that.
She loves to read almost anything, but has a major soft spot for broken, bad boy, alpha males, and has found a new love for MC (biker) romances. She enjoys reading and writing romance, dark fantasy, erotic suspense, paranormal, urban fantasy, new adult... Whoa! Let's slow it down! Clearly, she is fond of reading and writing an array of diverse stories.
She lives in Oregon with her son, just home from college, her teenage daughter, and several furry friends. Her sense of humor is at times a bit over the top, and she’s not one to keep her thoughts to herself. She’s been called, warm, encouraging, and zany…amongst other things.
Her readers mean the world to her, and she welcomes friendly dialogue and hopes you will connect with her on social media. 
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BOOK BLITZ : WILD ABANDON by Jeannine Colette

Title: Wild Abandon
Series: The Abandon Collection
Author: Jeannine Colette
Genre: Adult Contemporary Romance
Release Date: May 24, 2016


When you fall in-love it’s forever
But sometimes forever comes with a price.

I never meant to meet Nathaniel Teller. It was by accident, on a Tuesday, that I walked into his bar. He was solemn, intense and hiding a secret behind those stoic green eyes.

I never intended to fall in-love with him. We were supposed to be just friends. But I fell for him hard, deep. There’s no turning back.

I never thought his past would be so dark. And if I thought I had any chance of being in his future, I was wrong. Because his past is his future.

And I need to walk away.

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He is about to take a shot. His eyes lose focus, and he stands and looks at me. “Why him?”

I tilt my head at Nate. I don’t know if they’re reflective of the green felt of the pool table, but right now, his eyes are so piercing and mesmerizing. I swear, he can see right through me.

“Why was he worthy of a second date?” he asks.

I open my mouth to answer but close it for fear that I’ll say something wrong.

Why Brent? Because he’s emotionally available. Because he has the perfect career and a full head of hair and loves cats and classical music and is lukewarm to sports.

And, most importantly, because the man I really want to be interested in me is with someone else.

“He checks all the boxes.” My voice is low.

Nate’s chest rises with a deep breath. His eyes are stone cold and scorching hot all at once. He is so far away, yet I can feel his exhale on my skin.

With his eyes still on mine, Nate takes a step back from the table. “He has a lot of money. He can take care of you.”

I nod my head. “Yes.”

Nate takes a few steps, slow and steady, toward the corner of the table in my direction. His eyes curve in question, yet their focus never leaves mine.

“He was married. Probably ready to settle down again. Start a family.”

I nod again.

Even closer, he places his pool stick on the table. I have no idea what his mission is, but it’s making my palms sweat and my breathing erratic.

“Did he tell you that you’re beautiful?”

My breath hitches, and I nod my head again. Nate is now just a few inches from me. His gaze is hard and stern on mine.

“He’s an idiot. He should have told you that you’re fucking gorgeous.” His words are hypnotic, but the tone he delivers them in is rough, raw.

“That wasn’t a requirement. I don’t need a man to tell me I’m pretty.”

“I know what your boxes are. He is the perfect guy for you. That’s why I have to know…”

Nate’s chest is now flush with mine, his forehead bowing down to meet mine, and I lose all air from my lungs.

“Why are you here with me and not with him?”

I swallow hard. “Because he’s not you.”


A series of stand-alone novels featuring dynamic heroines who have to abandon their reality in order to discover themselves . . . and love along the way.

Each story features a new couple, an exciting new city and a rose of a different color.

KATHRYN GRAYSON has it all—a beautiful husband, new baby, and a life most women would dream of. But after putting her career on hold for her family, Kathryn sets out to reclaim the woman she once was.

When Kathryn meets her new boss, ALEXANDER ASHER, Manhattan playboy and heir to his family’s fortune, their relationship is heated… and not in a good way. The two are at odds, playing a cat-and-mouse game that has Kathryn pouncing. 

Kathryn seeks the comfort of her husband, GABRIEL MONROE, an up-and-coming attorney who seems to have less and less time for his wife as his career takes flight, leaving her dreaming about the days when their love story was a fairy tale.

After a heated argument, a box of Twinkies and a very elaborate display of white roses, Kathryn and Asher call a truce. She unravels a deeper side of him, and they develop a fierce connection that leaves Kathryn wondering what is appropriate… and what is not.

When Kathryn becomes suspicious of Gabriel’s activities, she finds herself alone and far away from home with the charismatic Asher. After a night of drama, honesty, and pure eroticism, Kathryn’s will to stay away from Asher is tempted like never before.

In a battle of self-discovery, Kathryn must choose between them. Both men are devastatingly broken by her actions—and she can only fix one of them. But when she makes her choice, will he even want her after all that’s happened?


A heart-wrenching breakup, an accident… a loss. 

Every time Emma Paige stretches out her right hand she is reminded of all the dreams that faded in one awful weekend. 

But when Emma and her sister, Leah, embark on a trip to Capri, Italy, a near drowning leads them deserted in a foreign country. When a stranger offers to help, the sisters follow him to his luxury yacht where Emma faces her greatest challenge yet. 

His name is Asher. 

Over the course of three days, Emma and Asher enter into an intense, complex and emotion extracting relationship. But when Emma learns of Asher’s real identity she finds herself betrayed and stranded by the only man she was ever able to open her heart to. 

A chance meeting in New York, a romance communicated through music and a choice greater than any love she’s ever known, Emma learns of Asher’s demons and is left to wonder… 

Is he here to save her or is he the one who needs saving?


Author Bio

Jeannine Colette is a television producer, writer, mother, and philanthropist.

A graduate of Wagner College and the New York Film Academy, Jeannine went on to become a Segment Producer for television shows on CBS and NBC. She currently freelances in the television industry while attending to her children and pursuing her writing career. She lives in New York with her husband, the two tiny people she adores more than life itself, and a rescue pup named Wrigley.

Jeannine and her family are active supporters of The March of Dimes and the Hearing Health Foundation.

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Series: Burnouts Series
Author: Karen Gordon
Genre: NA Contemporary Romance

#1 Suburban Love Song
Release Date: February 24, 2014

Ben Gorman and Carrie Gould live in different worlds, right next to each other. For Ben high school is good grades, Jr. ROTC, and a steady girlfriend. For Carrie it’s sex, drugs and rock and roll. But on Carrie’s sixteenth birthday they cross the lines to meet in the middle over cake, then a church picnic, then a game of strip poker, until finally the lines are blurred and they can’t remember why they never connected before. 

Each needs what the other has--“I’ll keep you safe if you make me wild.”

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#2 Catch You If You Fall
Release Date: November 2, 2014

Steve Shrader is the only guy at prom with four dates. Other guys high five him and congratulate him. Guys who would normally never talk to him, but always talk about him being a drug addict and a loser. Not that it really matters because he’s got his friends, they’re all girls and they all love him…except MG.

Wherever MG shows up she brings the party. In high school she befriended Steve, made him laugh, cared for him, became his sole reason for actually showing up at school…then she left him behind to chase her dreams of big money and celebrity in New York. Only things aren’t always what they seem, and it’s easy to fall down in the fast lane. When that happens you can only hope you have someone there to catch you when you fall.

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Author Bio

Supporter of strong, sexy women in fiction and in life.

I was born and raised in the suburban paradise of St. Charles, Missouri, just outside of St. Louis. Growing up there started my love of extraordinary stories about ordinary places and people, finding excitement in the mundane. I currently write romance and chick lit but you never know what I might do next. In all my stories the women are smart, sexual and strong and you’ll never find a woman-hating “bad boy” hero.

I currently live with the loves of my life, three very kewl, geeky men and one perfect puppy, just outside of Memphis, TN.

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