RELEASE BLITZ: Blood & Loyalties by Ryan Michele @Ryan_Michele

Title: Blood & Loyalties

Author: Ryan Michele

Genre: Mob/Mafia Romance

Release Date: October 26, 2015  Cover Designer: Melissa Gill MGbookcovers Photographer: Kruse Images & Photography Cover Model: Josh McCann

Family meant everything.

Good, bad, right, wrong, legal, illegal—none of that mattered when it came to family. Family was and always would be number one. 

Catarina Lambardoni stayed on the legal side of the family businesses by running Lambardoni Enterprises. Professionally, she was beyond successful. In her personal life, however, she was not, having just walked in on her boyfriend cheating on her.

Jag Maratelli, the boss’s right hand, worked extremely hard to sustain his position in the family and honored it with his life. When he was summoned to the East Coast for an unexpected meeting, a chance encounter with Catarina and one look into the fire within her made him a very determined man.

The chemistry between the two scorched hot, and Jag had been with enough women to know Catarina was something special, something he couldn’t allow himself to walk away from. Life had other ideas, though, when a betrayal in the family sent him two thousand miles away from her while danger lurked closer than anyone realized.

Would their connection be strong enough for both of them to pursue more?

Or would people and events from the past and present make that choice for them?

Blood and Loyalties By Ryan Michele ©Ryan Michele 2015

Chapter 1—Catarina

“You stupid fucking bitch!” Antonio seethed like a pussy as he looked up from the filthy-ass floor of the bar, holding his throbbing crotch. 

I laughed, tossing my head back for good measure. Bitch was the worst he could come up with? I had been called worse than that at work when I lost a client’s millions on a bum deal. 

I lifted the pointed heel of my black, stiletto boot and plowed it hard into his windpipe, crushing it as he gasped for breath, his eyes wide with fear. He needed to be taught a lesson about fucking over a Lambardoni. It didn’t come without repercussions, and I wanted to be the one to teach him. 

Unfortunately, I knew my bodyguards had called my brother Val. They always did when shit with me happened, and if I didn’t get on with it, Val would ruin all my fun. I was more than capable of handling this weak, pathetic asshole. Val should know that. He and my other brother D had trained me to fight and shoot a target with precision, but something about being “the sister” gave them the right to be overprotective and overbearing, even if I was older than both of them. 

As I removed my foot, one of his hands wrapped around his throat as the other continued to grip his aching crotch. The stupid fucker didn’t know whether to grab his balls or neck, his arms flailing in both directions as he rolled from side to side, trying to ease the pain. He gasped for breath, the look of confusion in his eyes laughable. I did pack one hell of a powerful knee thrust, though. No doubt his balls were shoved so deep inside he could taste them in his mouth. 

Wicked thoughts crept in my head. Using my best weapon of the moment—the hot ass boots my cousin Kiera had insisted I wear for the night—I picked a spot on his rib cage and began kicking it over and over, plowing into him, hoping like hell the blows would crack the fuckers. It was the least he deserved. 

I moved with him at each turn he tried to make, hitting him dead in the same spot. He grunted and attempted to bat my foot away with his hands as he tried to hold himself at the same time. His less than stealthy attempts only made him look like a bigger pansy-assed bitch. It was amazing how much actual joy I felt from watching him struggle. 

He tried to curl up in the fetal position, the dirt from the floor coating his clothes and both sides of his face. He groaned, taking each hit, but it didn’t feel like enough. The fucker didn’t even have the balls to really fight back. 

“Catarina, what the hell happened?” Kiera said loudly at my side, trying to compensate for the music blaring in the distance. She was my cousin, best friend, and pretty much sister in every way that counts. Regardless, my focus stayed on the fucker on the floor as I stepped farther back from his withering body. 

When Kiera and I had decided to come out to the club to let off some steam from a brutal week at work, I hadn’t realized I would be getting a hefty workout like this instead of on the dance floor. 

I stared down at the man I’d thought loved me, who had said I was the one for him. The only one. Stupid. I should have known by now that the only reason men found any interest in me was because of my father and family. Each one seemed to want that pivotal “in” to the business, and for some reason, they thought I could get it for them. 

I knew Antonio wanted to move up in the ranks with his family, but it wasn’t in the cards for him. That right there should have been a huge red flag for me, but I had trusted him when he told me if he couldn’t move up in his own family, he didn’t want to move up at all. 

Lies. All fucking lies.

5 of 5 stars

If you are looking for a book with dangerous mafia men, gritty, dark scenes then this is the book for you.
Lots of twists and turns with have you heading in one direction, then make your head spin as it takes you in another.

We follow Jag and Caterina, a love that is not straight forward and filled with sexy, steamy scenes. You will be taken on a journey full of suspense, mystery and hot hot men.
This book had me glued to every single page, and I couldn't put it down until I finished. Ryan has a way of pulling you in and not letting go.

A book that is well written and easy to follow plot. I love Ryan's books and always look forward to the next release.

If you are looking for a read that you will not be able to put down then this is the one for you.


*****A copy was received via Obsessed by Books*******

Ryan Michele has a huge obsession with reading, which only came to life after her best friend said she had to read Twilight. After reading that series, her entire world changed in the blink of an eye. Not only was she sucked into new worlds and all of the wonderful words authors put down on paper, she felt the urge to begin to write down the characters that played inside of her head. In doing so, Safe was born. When she’s not reading or writing, she spends time taking care of her two children and her husband, enjoying the outdoors and laying in the sun.

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Knotted

Manhattan Bound Series #3

By Juliette Braddock

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Synopsis

Spiraling from the bustling streets of New York City to the opulence of Paris, KNOTTED, the third book in Juliet Braddock’s Manhattan Bound series, continues the steamy journey of Maxine Kirk’s whirlwind romance with star of the Broadway stage, Drew McKenzie. As their love continues to flourish, Maxine finds herself ensconced in Drew’s world, where power reigns in his all-consuming lust for her. From a blackout in Manhattan to a back alley in Paris to a castle in the Loire Valley, their passion knows no boundaries. All the while, though, traces from their separate pasts continue to haunt, threatening to disrupt their happiness. Maxine must confront the harsh, emotional realities that she’d thought she’d conquered. However, she wonders if her courage will withstand the crushing heartache that has threatened to destroy her soul. As Drew continues to fit together the missing pieces of his childhood, danger shadows his every move. Drifting through the tumultuous events of their public and personal lives, Drew will stop at nothing to keep Maxine safe—and to guard their secrets from the world. Passion and peril collide, culminating in the explosive revelation of the enigma that’s followed Drew for years. KNOTTED, the third novel in Juliet Braddock’s “Manhattan Bound” series of four books, is available at most major e-book retailers on October 3.

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It was a gorgeous night, with the stars creating a twinkling canopy overhead, and as they walked along toward Place Vendome, Drew just couldn’t let her go. “Perfect day, Mr. McKenzie,” she said, turning to him right beneath the obelisk and standing on her toes to offer her lips to his. How stunning she looked with that alabaster skin and those lustful green eyes right in the stream of the Paris moonlight. He couldn’t resist her and brought his lips down upon hers, seeking to find her soul in that one lingering kiss. “Know what I want, little one?” he whispered, his breath tickling her face. “I want to make good old fashioned vanilla love to you tonight.” Trailing his lips down over her chin and down to her neck, he exuded such tenderness in his affections and sentiments. “How’s that sound?” “Sounds…divine…” With his ever-protective nature, he walked her through the square and headed on toward the front entrance of the hotel. They paid no mind to the few photographers who always seemed to be hovering beneath those white awnings, lying in wait for bigger celebrities. However, it was a slow news night, so the flashbulbs illuminated the amber-hued square. He was, after all, heir to one of the world’s leading luxury department stores. The paparazzi could always sell their shots to their sister publications across the Atlantic. Drew knew this was just something they’d have to deal with on a much grander scale once they returned to New York—at least for the time being. They were a young, wealthy couple. In the public’s eyes, they’d also married on a whim. The society gossips watched them with fascination. So what if they got caught kissing a few times, he reasoned. If nothing else, they’d have something to laugh about over their morning coffee with the daily newspapers. Once they’d returned to their suite, Drew couldn’t turn the lock quick enough before he pulled Maxine close again. “You know, per your instruction,” she began, “I have an entire suitcase filled with lingerie…” “Go change,” he whispered as his lips brushed her forehead. “I’ll meet you in the master.” There were already a few logs burning in the fireplace by the time Maxine returned to him in their bedroom, wearing nothing but a tiny slip of pewter satin lavishly trimmed in lace and beading with the thinnest of straps trailing over her shoulders—just one of her finds from La Perla. Drew had already rearranged some furniture and placed the divan right before the roaring flames. He wore nothing but his boxer briefs and a serene smile as she stepped into the room. Opening his arms, he whispered, “Come here, gorgeous…” As she joined him, he took her hands and drew her near—her cheek resting against his chest, her face turned toward the fire. Hands roaming over the exquisite silk of her tiny nightie, he murmured, “I swear you get more beautiful every time I look at you…” “You’re drunk,” Maxine teased him. “Yeah—on you…” His lips ever so methodically found hers, plying so delicately as the tip of his tongue barely flicked at the inside of her mouth. They were in no hurry at all. He simply wanted to relish in every second of that night. As if he were handling a delicate, porcelain doll, his hands feathered over her arms, stopping to entwine their fingers before caressing each and every one. This play verged on innocence, but was so highly sensual for Maxine at the same time. He had to do nothing but simply touch her hand, and she’d felt that spark of arousal begin to simmer. All the while, his mouth never left hers, kissing her breathless. Just as easily, his hands wandered down over the backs of her thighs, tickled behind her knees, then slithered down over her calves before journeying back up again. Unhurriedly, he slipped his hands beneath the lacey hem of her nightie. There was no rush. There were no urgencies. And he could easily delight in her soft, silky skin all night long. As his fingers passed over her wrist and hand, his lips followed—nipping gently at her knuckles before suckling them into his mouth. Faces so near, she pressed her forehead against his, and tittered softly. Her lips traced a line from the bridge of his nose, over his mouth and the dimple in his chin, dragging against the roughness of his stubble, and then swept down his neck. She couldn’t help but to marvel over how relaxed they both were. Feverish lovemaking was so thrilling, but this almost sleepy stillness was such an enthralling diversion from their norm. Maxine hummed as she continued to kiss him , following every single curve and cut of his abs before dipping down to circle his navel with her tongue. However, she willfully resisted temptation to drift downward. This purposeful exploration, avoiding their collective most sensitive spots, lured them both in the thrall of temptation. For once, though, Maxine didn’t feel the need to push and test the limits. Instead, she just snuggled up on his stomach, and rested for a moment, while his hands combed her hair, curling the now wayward strands around his fingers. The clock, carved in gold, ticked away on the mantle, the sounds playing against the crackle of the flames. They had no place to be but for the circle of their embrace. Reality had all but been forgotten for the time being, as they lived in just that single moment of their lives. Usually, Drew clamored to get her out of whatever she was wearing, but the absolute splendor of seeing Maxine’s delicate frame beneath that wisp of satin just held him captive under her spell. His hands continued their sensual caresses, and Maxine luxuriated in his gentle touches which lingered at the small of her back then played upon her hips. Settling back further on the antique settee, Drew closed his eyes and eased his head toward the backrest. He could feel her slithering up his chest, her hands returning to his shoulders. Beginning at his hairline, Maxine placed the tiniest of kisses all over his eyes, his cheeks, his nose, his entire face—until he caught her chin between his fingers and opened his eyes to find those two glistening emeralds gazing back at him. In return, he saw the love and adoration in her stare.  

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Juliet Braddock loves eighties music, wine, food, theater and all things French. When she’s not exploring the big cities of the world—most notably Paris—she lives and writes in Manhattan, and is the proud cat mom to a very spoiled Russian Blue rescue.

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Release Day Blitz for Blindsight by Adriane Leigh. @AdrianeLeigh

Sometimes a single touch is all it takes to spark a wildfire.

Erin Warner learned that the day she bumped into the dashing, tattooed stranger on a busy Chicago street corner. She’s captivated from the moment his mystifying green eyes find hers, and it isn’t long before she finds herself flying to exotic locales to assist him, the award-winning erotic photographer Hunter Ellis, on location. What she didn’t bargain for was the way he makes her blood bubble and churn with lust and thinly-veiled promises of unfathomable erotic pleasure with every click of his camera.

But there is more to Hunter than meets the eye, including the intricately etched tattoos decorating his body that disguise horrific scars from a past he refuses to revisit. As she peels away the layers, Erin realizes that what she thought was true, never really was at all, for both of them.

Now she can only hope that blind adoration for the dashing stranger didn’t sign her death warrant.

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“Anxious, Princess?” he hummed, leaning across my back, his teeth catching the zipper that ran down the back of my dress and pulling it down one inch at a time. With my breathing ragged, the dress fell to the floor in a whoosh of fabric and left me standing in a strapless bra and nothing else.

He ushered me across the length of the bench at the foot of his king bed. With my knees firmly seated on the cushion and ass in the air, I turned as he shrugged out of the tux jacket and unbuttoned the crisp dress shirt with quiet precision.

“Close your eyes,” he ordered, his eyes boring into mine, and I saw the switch then. The lowering of his tone, the heat that burned in his green irises. This was Hunter fucking. Hunter fucking was so much hotter than Hunter shooting, and Hunter behind a camera made my stomach swim.

I closed my eyes and turned away from him.

I waited, my breaths slow and measured as the goosebumps raced across my skin. I waited and I fucking waited, every nerve in my body on edge, aware of every shift he made, until finally his fingertips traced the curve of my ass, before both hands wrapped around my wrists and I felt the rough fibers of a rope slipping against my skin.

“Wait.” I choked and pushed back, waves of anxiety and guilt replacing arousal. As if he hadn’t heard, he continued to wrap the long length of rope around my wrists and up my forearms before he slipped the rope around one tall mahogany bed post.

My stomach curled and flipped, my arms instinctively pulling back, resisting the control he wanted. “Hunter, wait.” Words burned on my lips like fiery cinnamon drops.

“What?” he growled and his eyes darted to catch mine.

“There’s something I have to tell you.” I dreaded the words that hung on my lips. It was the wrong place, the wrong time, but I couldn’t take it any longer.

“You don’t have to tell me anything.” He tightened the rope with a swift tug and then his palms were back to running the lengths of my arms and down my torso, my hips twisting as my thighs grew slick.

“There are things you don’t know—”

“I know more than you think I do, and I don’t want to talk about it right now.” Giant palms jerked my ass against his thick erection beneath the fine fabric of his dress pants. I wiggled and sighed, wanting desperately to get lost in this moment with him, but the guilt had been weighing me down, loading my feet with lead blocks that left me stumbling and moving much too slowly for my own good.

“I’m—”

“Shut your mouth, Princess.” The fingers of one hand dug into the flesh of my ass cheek, while a thumb on his other pushed past my lips and into my mouth, forcing me to bite down. “Don’t act so disappointed — I have you right where you like to be.” He leaned across my back, his crisp shirt rough against my cool skin as my arms stretched to hold the pressure of his heavy body. “Without control,” he growled and tightened his hold in my mouth, forcing my head to turn and catch his stare. “I don’t want another word from you until I say so.” His eyes flashed with warning. My pussy clenched and my thighs shifted. He was right, this is exactly where I wanted to be. With him I felt protected in a way I never had. My feelings were barricaded by his imposing voice and giant body. Twisted up in his bonds and helpless, I was finally safe.

Adriane Leigh was born and raised in a snowbank in Michigan's Upper Peninsula and now lives among the sand dunes of the Lake Michigan lakeshore.

She graduated with a Literature degree but never particularly enjoyed reading Shakespeare or Chaucer.

She is married to a tall, dark, and handsome guy, and plays mama to two sweet baby girls. She is a voracious reader and wishes she had more time to knit scarves to keep her warm during the arctic Michigan winters.

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TOUR - One Poor Choice by Deanndra Hall @DeanndraHall

One Poor Choice, The Citadel Series, Book 2 by: Deanndra Hall Release Date: October 20, 2015 Erotic Romance/Dark BDSM Tour Host: DRC Promotions

One smart man. One naïve, desperate woman. One poor choice. And a descent into a hell most people could never imagine.

All Jared Calhoun wants is a good time.

And he’s had plenty of those. He’s not looking for anything else when something, or someone, he never expected comes across his radar. And the former model standing in the Walters’ kitchen trips every trigger and lights up every nerve ending - maybe more than he‘d like.

Bernadette Guillory’s looking for her place in the world.

Cast out of modeling and living with relatives, Bernie’s desperate for a job. Good-looking, single Jared becomes her staunchest ally in her search for a better life, despite her brother-in-law’s threats. Jared says all he wants with her is some fun, but her vulnerability and innocence tug at his tender heartstrings, and soon they’re far more than friends.

Bernie’s search for a job ends in the wrong place, and when Jared finds out, everything she’s built for herself crashes down around her. Deported, broke, and alone, she’s vulnerable to all kinds of people. When she vanishes, Jared has to decide if love really can conquer all. And that decision won’t matter if they can’t find her before her poor choice leads to a fate far worse than death.

The second book in the first spinoff series from the Love Under Construction series, One Poor Choice will show you the darkness that can engulf a soul when it loses its way. It’s a story ripped from the headlines, a story for only the strongest stomachs and the most loving, forgiving hearts.

WARNING: Strong, graphic sexual situations, including sexual slavery and assault. For readers 18+ only.

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He finally broke away and looked into her eyes. What he saw there startled him. Her eyes were soft and sweet, and her lips were swollen and flushed from his persistent kisses. She was like a siren, pulling him in, and he could feel the current from her body washing over him. What was it with this girl? He’d have to be very careful. She could get under his skin before he realized what was happening, and he couldn’t have that. All he could hope was that he wouldn’t have the same effect on her, but what if he did? What would happen? He wanted to keep his distance. That was how he operated, had to operate, and changing that wasn’t an option.

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About The Author

For as long as I can remember, I've been a writer . . .

and it has served me well. I wrote for local publications, wrote marketing and advertising materials, wrote for academic publications, and eventually grew jaded with the writing profession as I often watched others take credit for my hard work. I retreated into the world of 3-D art in the fiber and textile mediums and hid out in a world of colors and textures. But, truth is, there was always a story or two in my head. It wasn't until Nikki and I met in my imagination that I decided it was time to let those stories out, and I'm glad I did. My readers now get to enjoy the fruits of my imagination and, believe me, it runs wild!

On the personal side, I've been happily married to my lover and best friend for over thirty years, and I have two wonderful adult kids who've blessed me with two excellent choices of life partners. When I'm not writing, I'm playing with my three crazy little dogs, hiking in a local recreation area, kayaking, working out at the gym, tending my herbs, cooking, or doing some kind of research.

But I'd really rather be writing!

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Blog Tour for FEISTY PRINCESS by Michelle A. Valentine @M_A_Valentine

About FEISTY PRINCESS (A Sexy Manhattan Fairytale: Part Two)

I’m fucked. Royally. She tempted me—screwed with my head—and gained the upper hand. She’s the enemy. I can’t forget that. My weakness jeopardized my company. The Feisty Princess of Manhattan will not win this war. No matter how fantastic her lips felt around my cock. Book two in a three part erotic romance series. Super naughty new series From NY Times and USA Today bestselling author Michelle A. Valentine (Rock the Heart, Phenomenal X, Demon at My Door).

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Cover Reveal of Miranda's Dilemma by Natasha Blackthorne @Nblackthorne

Erotic Historical Romance ~ Courtesan/Non-virginal Heroine Poised to become Mayfair’s most expensive and exclusive courtesan, Miss Miranda Jones finds her rise inexplicably blocked by a socially powerful nobleman. Scorned by her ducal father and determined to attain everything that life has denied her due to an accident of birth, she’s not about to let this arrogant earl stop her. Adrian Sutherland, the Earl of Danvers, saw his father destroyed by a heartless, predatory courtesan. He has no time or patience for such exotic, expensive ladybirds. He’s far too busy restoring his family’s wealth and reputation whilst doing what he can to protect his friends from the clutches of all the scheming courtesans of London. Then a moment of compassion turns intense dislike to breathless passion, and these two strong-willed, fiercely proud people are compelled to indulge in a brief affair. Each is convinced that they can satisfy their craving for the other without emotional risk. But neither realizes that a little dalliance can be a dangerous thing. Reader Advisory: This is an erotic historical romance and it contains frank sexual language and period appropriate sexual slang, frequent sexual scenes and descriptions and general bedchamber naughtiness. The characters discuss abuse issues from their backstories during the course of their developing relationship. For Adults 18 & Over Only.

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