Saturday, 3 September 2016

RELEASE BOOST : TORN by Carian Cole




Title: Torn
Series: Devils Wolves MC #1
Author: Carian Cole
Genre: MC Romance
 Release Date: August 29, 2016



Blurb

He’s loved me since the day I was born.
He’s taken care of me.
He’s awakened me.

Tor. My father’s best friend.
Fifteen years older than me, he’s always been my protector. The one I should never, ever want.
But I was born to be his.

She’s always loved me.
She’s shattered me.
She’s healed me.
Kenzi. My best friend’s daughter.
I held her the day she was born, and I never let go.
She’s forbidden to me. But she’s the only one that really gets me.
We’re slowly being torn apart by everything we love.
Everything we want.
Everything we desire.

And now I want the one thing I can’t have... I want her.






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Excerpt

Prologue

Kenzi one day old
Toren fifteen years old

“We want you to be her Godfather,” Asher says as he gently lays his newborn baby into my arms. I have to tear my gaze away from her spellbinding eyes to look up at him from the chair I’m cradling the baby in.

“Me?” I repeat, glancing over at Ember in the hospital bed, who beams back at me with a tired, yet genuine smile.

“Yes, you,” they both say at the same time. “If it wasn’t for you, we probably never would have met,” Ember adds, grabbing Asher’s hand. “And we wouldn’t have this beautiful little baby. We know you’ll always protect her.”

“That’s right, man. You’re Uncle Tor now.”

I’m an uncle. And my two best friends are parents. And we’re all fuckin’ under sixteen.

But Kenzi Allyster Valentine would change us all forever. She needed us.

“Wow. I’m honored, guys. No doubt, I’ll always be here for her.”

I kick back the pang that hits my stomach. I didn’t get the girl…but I got something better that I never expected. A gift in the form of a little tiny hand wrapped tightly around my finger, huge eyes like gems staring up into mine like I was the most amazing person in the friggen’ world, and the first glimpse of what I could already tell was going to be a heart-stopping smile.

At that moment, a connection was born.

That was it.
She owned me.
My niece.
My god-daughter.
The love of my life.




Author Bio

I have a passion for the bad boys, those covered in tattoos, sexy smirks, ripped jeans, fast cars, motorcycles and of course, the sweet girls that try to tame them and win their hearts. My debut series, Ashes & Embers, follows the lives of rock band members as they find, and sometimes lose, the loves of their lives.

Born and raised a Jersey girl, I now reside in beautiful New Hampshire with my husband and our multitude of furry pets and spend most of my time writing, reading, and vacuuming.



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SALE BLITZ : SONGBIRD by Sydney Logan




Title: Songbird
Author: Sydney Logan
Genre: Contemporary Romance
 Release Date: October 2015



Blurb

Callie Franklin doesn’t do one night stands.

Ever.

She’s far too responsible and focused on her career to ever let herself give in to temptation. But, on the eve of her best friend’s wedding, she meets that temptation . . .

And his name is Devin McAllister.

Devin, on the other hand, has no problem with meaningless hookups. The very last thing he needs—or wants—is a relationship.

Relationships come with strings.

Relationships come with heartbreak.

A late-night encounter in the hotel’s piano bar finds the two unable to resist each other. With her angelic voice and bright blue eyes, Devin’s sure he’s never met anyone as beautiful as his Songbird.

Six weeks later, when two pink lines confirm Callie’s worst fears, she and Devin have to face the consequences of their wild weekend.

And they have to deal with each other—whether they like it or not.

With a love story that’s far from traditional, Callie and Devin begin to wonder if their one-night stand could turn into something neither of them anticipated.

A happily ever after.








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Traffic’s insane, but I finally make it to Callie’s apartment just after two. I anxiously knock on the door, ridiculously eager to get my hands on her. Maybe she’ll be wearing some flimsy lingerie. Maybe she’ll be naked. My mind’s busy conjuring all the possibilities when she opens the door . . . wearing a sweatshirt and jeans.

“Hey,” she says softly, stepping aside to let me in.

“Hey. You okay?”

She looks pale as a ghost. Is she sick? She looks sick. Maybe I should call an ambulance. Or my dad.

“I’m okay.” Callie leads me over to the sofa. “Look, Devin, I know you probably have some plans for us for tonight, but that won’t be happening.”

“Oh.” Disappointment floods me, but if the nauseated look on her face is any indication, it’s probably best. Besides, there’s the next night. And the next.

“But we need to talk, so I’m glad you’re here. I have something I need to tell you.” She abruptly jumps to her feet and walks toward her kitchen. “Would you like something to drink?”

I can’t tell if she’s being a good hostess or simply stalling, but I ask for a beer. It looks like I’m gonna need it. I hadn’t pegged her for the kind of woman who needs to talk about her feelings.

When she returns to the living room, Callie hands me a bottle and sits down next to me. I notice she only brought one.

“You’re not drinking?”

She curls her feet beneath her. “Unfortunately, no. I won’t be drinking for a long time.”

I’ve had it with the riddles.

“All right, what’s going on? My brother and his girlfriend threatened to murder me if I make you cry. Something’s obviously up with you because you just want to talk.”

Her forehead creases. “Don’t you ever just talk to a woman?”

“Not if I can help it.”

“Why not? The girls you usually date don’t have enough sense to carry on an intelligent conversation?”

“I don’t date, Callie.”

“I see. You just sleep with them.”

“Sometimes. Is there something wrong with that?”

“And are you careful?”

“Careful?”

“Safe,” she says softly. “We didn’t use protection. I just wondered if that’s typical for you.”

Oh. It’d be easy to blame the alcohol, but honestly, using protection was the very last thing on my mind that night.

“No, that’s not typical. I’m sorry about that.”

“So am I.”

Callie seems far more relaxed after my apology. Maybe this night won’t be an epic failure after all. I slide closer to her, but she raises her hand in warning.

“We’re not finished.”

I groan and lean back against the couch.

“Devin, I need you to listen. Something happened that weekend. I’m almost positive you won’t want to sleep with me after you hear what I’m about to say.”

“I seriously doubt that.”

“I don’t.” Callie sits up a little straighter and squares her shoulders. “I want you to know I expect nothing from you. Our weekend together was a mistake, and I’ll deal with the consequences of it. I don’t know exactly what I’m going to do at this point, but I thought you should at least know what’s going on.”

“What’s going on?”

Her eyes flood with tears.

“Devin, I’m pregnant.”

Pregnant.

Pregnant?


I stare at her. She stares at me. I watch her closely, hoping that at any moment she’s going to burst out laughing.

But she’s not laughing. She’s crying.

I hear Lorie’s voice in my suddenly throbbing head.

Don’t make her cry.

“Why . . . why are you telling me?”

She wipes her eyes. “What do you mean?”

“You’re assuming it’s mine?”

“Of course it’s yours!”

I snort. “Really? How can you be so sure? Maybe it was that bartender in the hotel’s piano bar. Or maybe it was the guy who sat with you at the reception. Or maybe—just maybe—it was the photographer you were with tonight. You two seem pretty close.”

Even as the bitter words drip off my tongue, I know better. Her face is just too furious . . . her eyes too heartbroken.

Suddenly, Callie stops crying. Her eyes flash with fury just seconds before she slaps me across the face.

Despite the ringing in my ears, I can hear my brother’s warning.

Don’t be an asshole tonight.

Too late.



Author Bio


Sydney Logan is the bestselling author of seven novels. She has also penned several short stories and is a contributor to Chicken Soup for the Soul. A lover of music, she fills her playlist with everyone from Johnny Cash to Eminem. Sydney holds a Master’s degree in Elementary Education and spends her days surrounded by kids and books. A native of East Tennessee, she enjoys playing piano and relaxing on her porch with her wonderful husband and their very spoiled cat.


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BLOG TOUR : SHAMELESSLY SPELLBOUND by Cassandra Lawson

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Title: Shamelessly Spellbound
Series: Spells That Bind #2
Author: Cassandra Lawson
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Release Date: August 25
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Synopsis
No man has ever tempted Melina Blackwood to break her rules about getting involved with warlocks. At least, that was the case before meeting Trevor Dupree—a warlock who would need an accountant to figure out how many witches he’s been with. Trevor infuriates her, confuses her, but most of all, he makes her long for his touch. Turning him down wasn’t easy the first time, and she’s not sure she can resist the temptation now that Trevor is willing to do anything to make her his.
Trevor Dupree has been infatuated with far too many witches, believing every witch he’s dated had the potential to be the one he’d spend the rest of his life with. Melina Blackwood changed all of that, but the irritating witch not only turned him down, she practically filed a restraining order to keep him away. Six months later, she’s still the only witch he wants, and he has no intention of letting her walk away again.
One woman can prevent Melina and Trevor from finding their happily ever after. Her obsession with Trevor will drive her to do whatever it takes to possess him.

 

Talk? We needed to talk? My whole body was on fire, and he wanted to talk? My brain finally caught up with what we were doing, and I pushed him away.
“Get me off. Ugh! I mean, get off of me,” I stammered, taking several steps back.
Rather than looking angry at my bitchy attitude, Trevor’s lips curled into a cocky grin. “Don’t worry. Once we’re done talking, I’ll get you off at least a dozen times.”
“No getting off!” I snapped.
“Then you want me back on you?” he feigned confusion.
“Save your man-whore charm for some other witch.” I accompanied my words with a scathing glare. “You are not seducing me, and you are certainly not getting me off today.”
Trevor chuckled. “I hate to be the one to burst your bubble, but if I hadn’t decided to slow things down, my tongue would already be between your legs, making you scream my name.”
“Well, this has been a nice talk,” I told him, grabbing my purse and shoes before heading to the door. As my hand reached for the knob, Trevor pressed a palm against the door and leaned into my body, caging me in. His warm breath caressed my ear, making me shudder and drop my purse and shoes.
“I make you nervous,” Trevor said softly. “You’re afraid to be alone with me, afraid to talk about what you feel for me. You’re afraid to admit how much you want me.”
He was right, but that’s not what I said. “Could you stop pressing your dick against my back?” I hissed.
“There’s my bitchy Melina,” he murmured against my ear. “I’ve missed that about you.”
“You’ve missed me being bitchy?” I asked with a laugh, trying hard not to lift up onto my tiptoes and press against Trevor’s erection.
“It’s like foreplay with you. You’re acting like a bitch because being near me turns you on, and it makes you want me more.” The sensation of Trevor’s hot breath against the back of my neck had me fighting back a moan. I had to stay strong because I knew Trevor was waiting for any weakness he could pounce on.
Instead of moaning, I snorted. “I’m acting like a bitch because I don’t like being manhandled by some asshole man-whore warlock.”
Trevor chuckled again, and I wanted to hate that sound. I knew if I turned around, I’d find some annoyingly arrogant smirk on his face. What pissed me off most was that I loved that smirk. I loved all the naughty things it did to my body.
“You think I’m a man-whore, Melina?” he asked.
“That is the term for a man who fucks any woman who’ll spread her legs, right?” I asked, being intentionally crude to remind myself that I was just a piece of ass Trevor couldn’t have. I was nothing more than the woman who’d turned him down.
The problem with my argument was that if Trevor were really a man-whore who was only after me because I’d turned him down, I might have given in months ago. I was not the romantic type, waiting for Mr. Right to come along and sweep me off my feet. While there were many reasons I couldn’t get involved with a warlock, I liked sex, and I had no doubt Trevor knew what he was doing. A night with Trevor would undoubtedly be phenomenal, but Trevor Dupree didn’t do one-night stands; he did relationships, ones that ended about two weeks after they started. Trevor wasn’t chasing after me because he wanted to fuck me; Trevor believed I could be his happily ever after. That thought was depressingly laughable. I wasn’t anyone’s happily ever after.
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Cassandra Lawson is an author and homeschooling mother of three from the San Francisco Bay area. She has always had a very active imagination and loves making up stories. When she is not writing, she enjoys baking, spending time with her family, listening to music, or curling up with a good book.

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BLOG TOUR :💻 TWO CAN PLAY: AN ALPHACHAT.COM NOVEL 💻 by Victoria Ashley & Hilary Storm

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Title: Two Can Play
Series: Alpha Chat Book #2
Authors: Victoria Ashley & Hilary Storm
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: August 22
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Alphachat.com – That’s all the info you need to get off in the privacy of your own room, office or hell… even in a public fucking pool.
Whatever gets you wet.
Lynx brought me into the Alpha House because he knows I can give the women what they want.
They want to see me take my pants off, so I give them a big fucking surprise. They want to see me stroke myself, so I do it with both hands, giving them the show of their lives.
It’s been fun and games for the last few months and money is flowing in faster than I can count it. Anyone I want, my fine ass can get.
Until Karma walks into the Alpha House and changes the damn game.
She wants to play hard to get and pretend that she doesn’t want me every damn day.
Well… She’s about to find out that Two Can Play.


Chapter Two

Blaze

THE DRESS SHE’S WEARING SHOWS off some tattoos I've not seen before and my dick instantly twitches at the thought of seeing what else she has underneath the red material that barely covers her gorgeous body.  Fuck.  Her tits are perfect and now my eyes are glued to her every move, not wanting to miss a damn thing.  That woman has my undivided attention in a room full of pussy and that is something that never happens.
The sound of Levi clearing his throat reminds me that I'm holding the mic.  "MmmHmmm, okay guys, pick your prey, let’s get this night started.  I already know who I'm going after."
Hands go up all over the room and block my view of Karma.  She moves to the far corner and I finally catch her eyes looking toward us.  I can see her vibrant red hair hanging over one bare inked up shoulder and before I know it, I can feel myself moving toward her.
Women rub their hands across my chest and stomach as I walk through the crowd, my eyes never leaving her.  One even grabs my dick and I just pull her hands from me and keep moving.  Karma's not looking at me at all, she's actually looking down at her phone typing something as I approach.  Just knowing she has no idea that she's my next victim excites me.  The element of surprise should always be in my favor, it's something I love to do.  I have to keep them guessing and never let them think they know what to expect from me.
"You came to see me?"  My words pull her attention from her phone and I watch her take me in starting at my cock, then slowly moving all the way up to my grinning mouth before she looks at my tie around my head and smiles.
"Who's to say I'm not here for one of the other guys?  There are plenty to choose from.  I mean, I have been up close and personal with all of you."  Her confidence radiates in her tone before she takes one step away from me just as the music begins.  Yes, she has been up close to all of us.  She's the artist who pierced every single one of the dicks in this house.  The guys became insane and decided they like torture and pain and called her to do the honors.  She had me stupid from the very moment I looked over the rail and saw her.
On cue, I slide off the tie and hold it tightly in my grip.  I move forward on her, pushing her back against the wall and sliding my body over hers before she has time to resist.
I grind my hips forward and raise both of her arms above her head, holding them tightly.  Our eyes meet and she exhales against my cheek when I thrust up against her.
Holding both wrists in the grip of my right hand, I let the tie dangle down our arms and continue to stare into her bright blue eyes.
Looking into a woman like this for a long time is something I love to do.  There's just something raw about it and I've never met a woman who can stare at me long enough to make me look away first.  Call it a challenge at this point, but honestly it tells me so much about a person.
I let my other hand slide down her curves while I continue to watch her.  She's looking at me like she's not at all intrigued, even though I can feel that she is.
She wants me.  I saw it in the smirk on her face the second I got rough with her.
My cock is literally throbbing as I feel her soft skin under my touch.  My hand is full of her ass and I love the challenging look she gives me when I squeeze her once again.  "You're gonna love having my cock between your legs."
She raises her eyebrows at me just as I drop the grip on her wrists and slide one of her hands over my erection.  She already knows what it looks like from when she pierced it, but that was no comparison to what I'm sporting right now.  I’m completely fucking hard.
"Nice.  A shower and a grower."  Her words of appreciation cause me to laugh even though it's not the first time I've heard them.
Fuck yes, I'm hung.  How else would I be this successful doing this job?  Women love my size and never get tired of watching during a show.  Most of them beg for more time.
"I guess I am."  I let my lips run over her ear before I continue.  "You'll have to give these new piercings a ride and let me know if they're worth the pain I went through."
She squeezes my cock just a little tighter when the sound of Knox's voice echoes through the room.  Shit, I want to turn the other way and take Karma to my room and end the teasing right the fuck now.
"You'd like that, wouldn't you?"  She smirks again and I can feel a build up of back and forth banter that will lead us both straight into my bed.  That's something I'm already expecting, but with more of this teasing, I'll be wound tight, which will only make the sex even more amazing.
"I have a feeling we'd both like that."  She continues to squeeze and explore with her touch and it takes everything in me not to slip her hand inside my pants and move this along quickly.
"Alright, Blaze.  Bring your catch up here and let's do this."  Constant jolts of excitement flow through me as I think of all the fun I'm going to have with this girl tonight. She’s in for the fucking ride of her life, because that's what I do.
"I guess I need you to come with me,” I breathe against her ear.
Just as I hoped, she smiles and replies with a dirty mind, only making me want her more. "Oh, I'm going to hold you to that coming part."
The smile on my face has to be ridiculous, because holy fuck I want this girl on my dick right the fuck now.  I have to finish this party before I haul her up to my room, because I won't be quick with this one.
She follows my lead as I keep a grip on her hand, keeping her close to me.  Most of the women make a path for us, and only a few grope me as I pass this time.
She looks a little worried about all of this now, her confidence fading as we move forward in front of a crowd.
"Have a seat."  I guide her to the chair, pushing on her shoulders until she's in place directly in front of me.  Perfect height for me to really get creative with that mouth of hers, but I'll have to leave that for later.
"Alright boys, it's time to do what we came here to do!"  Knox announces loudly and the music starts as the four of us Alpha guys begin moving, our bodies all in sync with each other.  I begin to slowly slide my neck tie off my shoulders, just like the others while the crowd loses their minds.  I know they can tell where this is headed.
I slip mine around Karma's neck and pull her closer to me, watching as her breathing picks up.  She looks up at me and smiles a naughty fucking grin at me showing me she's ready for whatever I throw her way now that she's up here.
I tie the tie around her and begin to pull just slightly, until she rises to her feet.  I let my hands slide down the tie and enjoy brushing over her tits and down her cleavage as I follow the material down.  She's biting her lip while I slowly guide her back to her seat, making sure her face is near my chest and stomach all the way down.  She's instantly squirming in her seat and I let my fingers trace the edge of both of her tits, no doubt only making the tension worse between the two of us.
Her tits are so damn perfect.  They're for sure fake.  Now, I know I'm fucking this girl soon.  Nothing better than firm titties on a body like she has.  I can almost picture them bouncing as she rides my cock while I lie back and enjoy the show.
My fingers leave a trail of chills all the way up her chest until I grab her throat and make her look up at me again.
She looks into my eyes and I can see she's curious.  Her eyes show how hungry she is.  I like keeping her on the edge of her seat.  She's wondering what in the hell I'm going to do next.
I look over at the other guys and see that they've kept up with the moves and I'm the only one faltering.  Knowing this just makes me want to scrap this whole fucking routine shit and take her up to my room for the real show I'm craving.
I flip her around until her back is against my chest.  Her heart is beating faster and only encouraging me to move forward.  I guide her shoulders down until she's bent over in front of me, then I grip the tie in my fist.  I tie her hands behind her back with the part of the tie that's hanging low enough to reach.  I have to take a step back and look her over because this is something I want embedded into my memory bank.  She looks sexy as fuck waiting for me to make a move.
I lean over her and whisper in her ear as I slide the tie around her neck to line it up perfectly.  "This is just a tease of what we'll be like together."  I pull tight, causing her back to arch and her ass to be in perfect position.  She tightens her stance and allows me to grind against her ass.
My cock is begging to make contact with her and I fight the urge to slide her short dress up and do just that. The things I’d do to her sexy ass right here in the open if I didn’t want her to myself.
I run my hands over her perfect ass and listen to the sounds of the screams beside me.  They're encouraging me to go further, but I'm selfish with her.  I don't want to share my time with her with a room full of horny women pretending it's them that I'm touching.
I move my hips against her over and over again.  She's making my dick harder by the second and I'm craving so much more from her.  I let my hand slide up her side and trace the outside curve of her breast that's not visible to the crowd.
Wanting her even closer to me, I grip her shoulder and pull on the tie even tighter.  I slam against her and she grinds against me as I pause any movement and let her move on me.  She teases me so perfectly to the point I'm about ready to fuck her right here with everyone watching and say fuck it.
"I'm going to fuck you tonight.  I'll have you screaming my name over and over until you can't fucking stand.  Then I'll carry you to my bed and fuck you again."  She looks over her shoulder at me and curves her lips into the sexiest fucking grin I've ever seen.  She's so mischievous and confident, qualities I love in a woman.
She stands still in front of me while I continue to grip the tie and give the audience a show.  "Are we just going to sit out here and talk about it, or are you going to fuck me like you say you can?"
She just accepted my challenge and I can't wait to bury myself deep inside her gorgeous body and make her scream for me.
We both stare at each other a little longer with nothing but sexual intensity sparking between us.  I don't even notice the crowd moving in closer until I release the grip on the tie and begin to lead her to the stairs.
She pulls the tie from my grip and removes it from her neck.  "We're gonna have so much fun with this tie.  I'm thinking of all the ways you can tie me up.  I have to say Blaze... you have me very curious."  She pulls her bottom lip between her lips again as she looks over my face slowly.  "And that beard.  Fuck, I can't wait to feel that right between my legs.  I just hope your actions match all that cocky talk I know you're famous for."  Her challenge goes right through me.
She stands even closer to me and reaches for my dick again, running her fingers over my piercings and then down over my balls.  She holds them both in her hand before she rubs back over my length.
Her moan turns me on even more and I'm now very impatient to get to my room.  I fucking love a woman who knows what she wants and isn't afraid to grab it, and fuck if she didn't just grab life by the balls and claim what she wanted.
Once we make it to the stairs, I walk with one hand attempting to hide my hard on.  I lead her hand so that she's first to go up and I watch that sexy ass all the way up the stairs while she walks like she knows I'm watching.
Fuck, I'm gonna love fucking that ass.
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VICTORIA ASHLEY

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Victoria Ashley grew up in Rockford, IL and has had a passion for reading for as long as she can remember. After finding a reading app where it allowed readers to upload their own stories, she gave it a shot and writing became her passion.
She lives for a good romance book with tattooed bad boys that are just highly misunderstood and is not afraid to be caught crying during a good read. When she’s not reading or writing about bad boys, you can find her watching her favorite shows such as Sons Of Anarchy, Supernatural and The Walking Dead.

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HILARY STORM

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Hilary Storm lives with her high school sweetheart and three children in Oklahoma. She drives her husband crazy talking about book characters everyday like they are real people. She graduated from Southwestern Oklahoma State University with an MBA in Accounting and has a full time job as an accountant. Her passions include being a mom, writing, reading, photography, music, mocha coffee, and spending time with friends and family. She is the author of the International Best Selling ‘Rebel Walking’ Series, Bryant Brothers Series, Inked Brothers Series, Six and co-author of The Elite Forces Series book Ice! Sign up for her newsletter here: http://goo.gl/forms/d0UON5HIUC

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