Oct 23, 2014

Love Songs by Constance Bretes



Genre:  Romance

Separated by fame, reunited through music.

When Jennifer Summers returns to the U.S. after spending two years in Africa, she has some decisions to make. Should she resume her singing career or continue to live a secluded life out of the spotlight in the hopes that her stalker won't be able to locate her?

Years ago Jake Ackerson let Jennifer go so she could pursue her dreams. When she suddenly returns to their hometown he's determined to rekindle his relationship with the woman he never stopped loving.

Jake's band is temporarily without a singer, and Jennifer agrees to take the position, but in doing so she is once again pushed into the limelight, and she knows it's only a matter of time before danger strikes.

Will Jake be able to protect her, and can he convince her to put past hurts aside and give their relationship another shot?

Content Warning: contains some sexual content


~Excerpt~


"Hmm, that water looks inviting," Jake remarked. They walked up to the edge of the pool. He reached out to pull Jennifer into his arms, but she managed to escape his grasp.

"Oh, no you don't." She darted away from him.

"What?" Jake gave her a fake look of shock and a mocking smile.

As he reached for her again she gleefully squealed and ran from him to the other end of the pool. Jake came up fast behind her, chuckling as she put her hands up in defense. He grabbed her and drew her toward the pool.

"Don't you want to take a nice dip in the pool, Jenn?"

"I think we need swimsuits on to do that," she said.

"Oh, I don't know about that," Jake retorted.

He finally got his arms around her and started kissing her. She responded to his kisses breathlessly. As his hands moved up and down her back, each touch set off a barrage of tingling excitement and sensual feelings within her.

Slowly, he edged her toward the pool until they stood right next to it. She turned so that Jake's back faced the pool. She gingerly brought her arms around to his chest and gave him a shove. He fell backward into the pool and came up from the water sputtering. He swam to the side of the pool to get out then made a beeline toward her. She laughed as he caught up with her.

Grinning wolfishly, he said, "It's your turn now."

"You asked for it, Jake, trying to toss me in the pool. I know you too well." She giggled as Jake picked her up and hoisted her over his shoulder.

Just as he tossed her in the pool, she grabbed him by the neck and they both went colliding in. They came up from the water breathless and laughing. He lifted her up on to the side of the pool and she bent down to kiss him on his mouth. He responded by claiming her lips as his own.

After a heady kiss, he pulled back. "You're chilled. Let's get you out of these wet clothes."

"A plight that's all your fault," Jennifer responded playfully.

* * * *

Tom climbed up into a tree at the end of the property line to watch the couple. First, he saw Jennifer come home, and then a man showed up. Tom pulled his high-powered binoculars out to get a closer look. It looked like she had fixed him dinner and now they were sitting in the kitchen eating.

Tom knew if he didn't get out of the tree and head back to his room to eat and take his medication, the voices in his head would start up again. But he wanted to stay and watch them.

After they ate, they went out on the deck by the pool. He saw her kissing him! Tom felt like he was going to vomit. Now they were romping around the pool after she pushed him in. I wish he'd drown.

His anger was turning to rage, and it was getting out of control.

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~About the Author~

Constance Bretes is an author of contemporary romance and suspense. Her romance books are often set in different parts of the country, but her favorite site is Montana. She's married to her best friend and resides in Michigan with him and a houseful of cats. When she's not at her regular 8-to-5 job, she can be found writing, researching, and spending time with her husband.


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Genre: Humor & Horror




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The sassy ladies of sexy Romantic Comedy serve up some spooky and spicy Halloween fun.





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A crush. A love spell. What could go wrong?



Better The Devil You Know by Belle Aurora



When you know, you know.



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A mystery weekend gets steamy and stuffed... with food.



Spandex is for Superheros by Ruth Clampett



Beware of the terror of your Halloween costume not fitting.



A Halloween Hook-up by Jennie Marts



A sexy physic and a private eye solve a ghostly murder.



Macabre Magic by L.H. Cosway



Halloween, a bet, one spooky magic trick.



Candy, Dentures, and Way Too Much Spandex by R.S. Grey



He stole my heart in between gyrating geriatrics.



Peckers by Liv Morris



A hot cop with handcuffs and a dimpled smile can be frighteningly sexy.



One Little Bite by C.C. Wood



Even the big, bad wolf can fall in love.



Double Dare by Penny Reid



Never play truth or dare with identical twins.



Red Rum by Ashley Pullo



Trick o' treat, a girl to meet, blood sangria wicked sweet.



Lights Out by Jodie Beau



A single mom, a single dad, a common enemy. Will their feelings come to light on Halloween?



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Oct 22, 2014

The Weekend Surprise by Ella Jade





Genre: Erotic Contemporary Romance


A chance meeting or a calculated encounter? Someone is in for a surprise.



Brooklyn Conservatory student Sammy Falcone lives a quiet and modest life. She's busy studying classical music, playing her cello, and trying to make ends meet. After she learns of her deceased mother's secret that may involve the Cannon family, she heads to a wedding to catch a glimpse of the privileged clan, never expecting to come face-to-face with them.



Tyler Cannon must abandon his wild, partying ways and step up to help his brother Spencer run the family advertising business. When he meets Sammy at his brother's wedding he's immediately taken by the reserved beauty. Her innocence and simple lifestyle intrigue him enough to become a one-woman man.



Sammy is drawn to Tyler's charm and the attention he shows her. Once she gets to know him, the secrets of her mother's past are no longer important. The problem is Spencer has been suspicious of her from the beginning. Will Spencer's overprotectiveness of his family ruin her chances with Tyler? And if the truth comes out, will Sammy be able to convince Tyler that she never meant his family any harm?



Content Warning: contains mature language and graphic sexual content




~Excerpt~





When Sammy looked up at Tyler, he had to fight back the urge to kiss her. He'd been distracted by her full lips all night.



"Tonight has been amazing. First, I got to ride in your car, and then we ate at one of the trendier restaurants in the city. I must sound crazy to you because this is your life, but I've never…"



Living in an environment where money wasn't an issue and he could have anything he wanted sometimes made Tyler forget that not everyone was used to that sort of thing. He hadn't thought he had been over-the-top tonight. Their date consisted of pizza and a stroll around the city, but maybe it was too much.



"I get it." He tucked her hair behind her ear before resting his hand on the side of her face.



"You do?"



"I can't hide the fact that I have money. My family is wealthy, but I try not to think about it, especially now that I'm older. During my early twenties I partied and lived excessively, but I'm trying to tone it down." He didn't want to minimize his financial position, but because he'd always had money, he never really had to think about it. He realized that wasn't the case for Sammy. "My mother tries to ground me. My grandfather makes me work for my position in the company, so I do earn my paycheck." He grinned. "I'm sorry if I overwhelmed you tonight. I didn't mean to."



"You didn't overwhelm me. I'm being silly. I don't get out much." She laughed, but he detected the awkwardness in her smile. "I had a great time tonight, and I'd love to see a show with you next weekend."



"So, it's a date?" He leaned down, closer to her mouth. "Because I really want to see you again."



"Me too." When her breath swept across his lips, his control slipped away. "I'd love to."



"I'd love to kiss you." Placing his hand on the other side of her face, he lowered his head, focusing on her mouth…those lips. "Can I?"



She nodded as she softly exhaled.



Once they connected, he lost awareness of everything else. The commotion of people walking by them, cars making their way down busy 42nd Street, and lights strobing from all four corners of the intersection faded into the background.



Her soft lips and warm, vanilla-scented skin dominated his every thought. Darting out his tongue, he sought hers with the eagerness of a needy man. She kissed him with just as much enthusiasm, gripping his shirt when he nipped at her bottom lip, which only served to fuel his desire.



The uproar going on in his pants quickly reminded him he was on a street corner, in Manhattan, where hundreds of people were passing by. Not to mention the paparazzi that was never far behind, especially when he was about to screw something up and embarrass his family and the agency. That hadn't happened in a long time. With Spencer out of town, he couldn't afford any mishaps.



He pulled away, but kept her face in his hands, gently finishing the kiss. When she licked the moisture from her lips, he had to suppress the urge to push her up against the brick wall and continue what they'd started.



"Do you want to go back to my place?" He took a breath, never before caring so much if a woman agreed. "We could be there in less than ten minutes."



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~About The Author~



Ella Jade has been writing for as long as she can remember. As a child, she often had a notebook and pen with her, and now as an adult, the laptop is never far. The plots and dialogue have always played out in her head, but she never knew what to do with them. That all changed when she discovered the eBook industry. She started penning novels at a rapid pace and now she can't be stopped.





Ella resides in New Jersey with her husband and two boys. When she's not chasing after her kids, she's busy creating sexy, domineering men and the strong women who know how to challenge them in and out of the bedroom. She hopes you'll get lost in her words.





She loves connecting with readers.





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Oct 21, 2014

Good Faith by Liz Crowe



This post is part of a virtual book tour organized by Goddess Fish Promotions.

Strong personalities—volatile marriages—stressful careers—conflicting goals—difficult children.



Contemporary challenges facing close-knit families form the crucible that forges a new generation.



Brandis, Gabriel, Blair and Lillian emerge from the entanglement of their parents’ longstanding emotional connections, but one’s star will burn brighter – and hotter – than the others.



With a personality that consumes everyone and everything in its path, Brandis Gordon struggles to maintain control as he ricochets between wild success and miserable failure. His life proves how even the strongest relationships can be strangled by the ties that bind.



Brandis and Gabe Frietag are as close as any brothers, bound by both loyalty and fierce rivalry. The strength of their ultimate alliance is tested time and again by Brandis’ choices.



Companions from birth, Blair Frietag and Lillian Robinson share loner tendencies, but come to rely on each other through adolescence. As they mature, both are forced to confront their feelings for the men they knew as boys.



Somewhere between the tangle of good memories and bad, independence and addiction, optimism and despair, the intertwined destinies of the new generation finally collide, leaving some stronger, others broken, but none unscathed.



As a chronicle of three families navigating the minefields of teen years into the turbulence of young adulthood, Good Faith holds up a literary mirror to contemporary life with joys and temptations unflinchingly reflected. Its fresh, real-life voice portrays the sheer volatility of human nature, complete with the hopes, dreams, and unexpected setbacks of marriage, parenthood and “coming of age.”




That morning his father had roused him from a sound sleep. He’d blinked, confused, by the angle of the sunlight. He rarely slept much past eight since he usually had some sort of training or the other.


“Let’s go son. Time for lunch.”


Brandis had dragged himself up, his limbs feeling like they weighed a thousand pounds each. His brain buzzed with a strange sort of energy, his typical state, and not at all welcome considering it normally didn’t hit him until later in the day. The conversation his father began as soon as they were seated at their usual diner did not help.


“So, listen, Brandis. These girls…Katie’s friends from college….”


Brandis sipped his ice water, waiting for his father to finish the thought. His heart pounded, and his face flushed hot with embarrassment.


Jack sighed, as if exasperated that Brandis didn’t pick up the thread on his own, leaving him to carry on with the awkwardness about to ensue. Then he leveled his gaze, his face open, not angry or judgmental. “I think that you may be in for some…I mean, they’re…shit.”


“If you are gonna tell me where babies come from again,” Brandis said, after deciding to ease his father’s obvious distress. He cocked an eyebrow and half a smile. Jack seemed to relax somewhat as Brandis continued. “Don’t bother. I already know.”


He flashed his brightest smile up at the middle-aged woman who stood at their table, coffee pot in hand. She blinked rapidly at him, and at that precise moment, Brandis got his first flash of…something…about his power. Up until now he’d merely been “Brandis the trouble maker, the causer of strife.” Suddenly, he felt strong, amazingly so, stronger than even the man sitting across from him, a taller, older version of himself. His body tingled all over, as he tested the smile out again on the woman, making her slop some coffee out onto the table. His father frowned, but then chuckled as the woman walked away after they gave their orders.


“Son,” he said, leaning back and cradling the coffee mug to his chest. “Your adventure has only just begun.”


“Huh?” Brandis picked up his cup but didn’t drink any. He hated coffee, but had ordered it in a burst of need to be more like Jack. As he sipped the bitter stuff, he was transported back years before when he and his dad would spend every single Saturday morning together, eating breakfast at this very diner. He had adored the man, he remembered distinctly. His chest hurt at the simplicity of their relationship then. He looked away from Jack’s deep blue, knowing gaze.


The subject changed of its own accord, and Brandis let it. Although part of him wanted to ask for advice, a much bigger part would not allow the words past his lips.


They ate, discussing the upcoming football season and Brandis’ part in it. The recruiting company Jack had contracted last year to video his every move would start up with the first game. He’d made varsity again, technically as backup quarterback to a senior boy. Brandis didn’t see this as a setback and had every intention of starting under center by the second or third game.


Finally, when they pushed their empty plates back and sat looking at each other, Brandis felt more comfortable in his father’s presence than he had been in a long time. Jack said, “I am pretty sure at least one of those girls sleeping in the basement is determined to change the status of your virginity for you probably as soon as tonight.”


Brandis choked on the last sip of lukewarm coffee. His face burned, and his body tingled again. “I’m…it’s…uh….” He clutched the napkin in his lap unable to meet his father’s eyes.


“No need to say anything. Let’s just say your mother is an astute reader of female intent. While I was busy admiring your sister’s friend’s ass, she apparently read the girl’s mind or something.” Brandis’ face flushed even hotter.


He resisted the urge to protest, to proclaim his innocence of such things. Because he wanted it back—those mornings between them, father and son, man and boy, not this awkward, man and almost-man bullshit. Because while the thought of one of his sister’s college friends popping his cherry remained a pleasant fantasy, it also made him feel older than he wanted to be right then.


“So, I bought a box of condoms this morning,” Jack went on. “Put some downstairs in the side table drawer and the rest in your room. Use them please.” He sipped the last of his coffee, looked as if he were about to get up, then leaned forward, touching Brandis’ wrist. “Have fun. Don’t be an asshole to women. Let every experience teach you…something. Because you are nothing as a man if you don’t learn from every woman you…love.” Jack looked out the window onto the nearly empty parking lot. Then he turned back, tightened his grip on his son’s arm. “God, you are so…young.” His face fell a moment, then he perked up again, his eyes twinkling. “Okay, so, your mother told me to tell you not to let them corrupt you. But all I’m gonna say is this: always wear protection, no matter what, no matter how much you don’t want to. And don’t let your mom catch you in the act. I’ll handle her otherwise.”


Then he let go, stood and smiled, draping a friendly arm around Brandis’ shoulders as they exited the restaurant.


“You really didn’t tell me you were admiring Katie’s friend’s ass, did you, Dad?”


“No, son. I most certainly did not. You obviously misheard me.” Jack winked as he stood by the passenger’s side of his classic Corvette convertible and tossed the keys to Brandis. “Remember what I told you. Don’t ride my clutch.”

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Amazon best-selling author, beer blogger and beer marketing expert, mom of three, and soccer fan, Liz Crowe lives Ann Arbor. She has decades of experience in sales and fund raising, plus an eight-year stint as a three-continent, ex-pat trailing spouse.


Her early forays into the publishing world led to a groundbreaking fiction subgenre, “Romance for Real Life,” which has gained thousands of fans and followers interested less in the “HEA” and more in the “WHA” (“What Happens After?”). More recently she is garnering even more fans across genres with her latest novels, which are more character-driven fiction, while remaining very much “real life.”


With stories set in the not-so-common worlds of breweries, on the soccer pitch, in successful real estate offices and at times in exotic locales like Istanbul, Turkey, her books are unique and told with a fresh voice. The Liz Crowe backlist has something for any reader seeking complex storylines with humor and complete casts of characters that will delight, frustrate and linger in the imagination long after the book is finished.

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Oct 17, 2014

An American Girl in Italy by Aubrie Dionne






Genre: Contemporary Romance





An Italian paradise is the last thing she wants... but the one thing she needs!



Surely any girl would kill for the chance to tour Italy's most famous cities for the summer? To experience the warmth of the Tuscan sun, the culinary delights of the pizzerias and caffés and to stroll along the cobbled streets of the City of Love itself...



Any girl apart from ambitious oboist Carly Davis that is! For her, the Easthampton Civic Symphony's latest European tour is one massive inconvenience. She can't even put her smartphone down long enough to snap a picture of the Coliseum.



Only, there's one Italian attraction that Carly hadn't quite expected to be a part of the tourist route...



Tour guide Michelangelo is as dark and delicious as Carly's morning espresso. And when she needs a few lessons in the language of love to land her an important gig, he's a more than capable tutor.





But with her promising career back in Boston, can Carly really afford to lose her heart in Italy?



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~About The Author~ 




Aubrie Dionne is an author and flutist in New England. Her books have received the highest ratings from Romance Times Magazine and BTS Magazine, as well as Night Owl Reviews and Two Lips Reviews. She has guest blogged on the USA Today Happy Ever After Blog  and the Dear Teen Me blog and signed books at the Boston Book Festival, Barnes and Noble, and the Romance Writers of America conference. Her books are published by HarperImpulse, Entangled Publishing, Astraea Press, Spencer Hill Press, Inkspell Publishing, and Lyrical Press. When she's not writing, Aubrie teaches flute and plays in orchestras.


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Oct 15, 2014

Blood Line by John J. Davis






Genre: Fiction Thriller 




If your family is a target, you have to be a weapon.



When a simple home invasion turns out to be not so simple, Ron Granger must put aside his quiet rural life and return to the Central Intelligence Agency to take on international arms dealers.



Aided by his beautiful wife, Valerie, and resourceful teen daughter, Leecy, Ron must quickly decide who to believe among the calculating opportunists, shrewd criminals, and power-hungry rival agencies racing to possess the technological breakthrough that will change the face of modern warfare forever. But when Leecy is kidnapped, Ron and Val must choose between the mission and a rescue.



Facing an impossible decision, with time quickly running out, Ron only knows one thing:

When you can't trust anyone else, trust your family.


~Excerpt~



The sudden explosion of breaking glass and splintering wood reverberated inside the house like a clap of thunder. I was awake instantly, and the rush of adrenaline coursing through my veins propelled me out of the bed and into action.



“Valerie!” I yelled at my wife, who was already leaping out of the other side of the bed. “That should have set off the alarm.” She was rounding the end of our bed just as I flipped on the overhead lights and opened the door of our room. There was someone in the hallway, but the beam from a high-­‐powered LED flashlight blinded my eyes before I could look away.



I heard a voice.



“Back the fuck up! Keep your hands where I can see them.”



I felt the round end of a small pistol barrel poke me in the chest before I could blink my eyes and begin to see the revolver in one hand, the flashlight in the other.



“Both of you back up, hands in the air, and stay right where you are.”



I raised my hands and backed up until I bumped against my bedside table. Then the guy swung the pistol and hit me in the face hard enough to get my attention, but not enough to hurt me.



He aimed his gun at Valerie again. “Not another step.”

My vision had recovered so I could see the intruder was wearing a black ski mask, t-­‐shirt, jeans and boots. He was about five feet, seven inches, and thin, about 160 pounds, so I had a distinct size advantage, being six feet and 200 pounds.



But he had the gun, a revolver of some kind. That was actually another plus for me since the hammer wasn’t cocked. Getting it ready to fire would take all the time I needed.



He started moving the gun in my direction again when I heard the scream.



“Daddy!”



It was Leecy.



“Valerie, there must be another one of them.”



I grabbed the man’s left wrist with such force the flashlight dropped to the floor and spun away. I knocked aside his right wrist with my left hand as he cocked the gun and fired, sending a bullet into the wall over my left shoulder. Letting go of his left wrist, I turned into him with my back, grabbed his weapon with both hands, and ripped it from his grip. I made a back left-­‐handed throw with the gun to Valerie, who was leaping toward the door to Leecy’s bedroom. She caught the gun in the air as I landed a back left elbow to the intruder’s head, followed by a crushing right cross to his jaw, knocking him unconscious. I left the intruder falling to the floor and raced down the hall.



“Stop right there, lady,” I heard.



“Let her go,” she replied, very calmly and softly, “and I won’t kill you.”



I reached the end of the hall just as two shots slammed into the front door behind Valerie. I ducked back inside the cover of the hallway, but Valerie didn’t move and she didn’t return fire.



“Put the gun down and send my partner out here right now,” I heard the man say, “or this will get messy.”



I walked into the foyer with my hands raised in a sign of submission, but now he had two potential problems, and they weren’t in the same place.



“Your partner is incapacitated,” Val continued quietly, “and if you don’t drop your weapon, you’ll be dead.”



“I’ll shoot her if you don’t put your hands up and send your man to bring my partner to me right now,” he countered.



Streams of moonlight filtered through the dark room from the shattered doors the two men had broken through, but I could see the man hiding behind Leecy holding a gun to her head.



“Last chance to leave here alive.”



He’d backed up as far as he could go, pulling Leecy with him to make his escape.



Valerie fired.



The bullet struck him in the center of his forehead, making a small black hole and propelling him up and back. The look on his face was that of a man realizing his mistake.



Leecy raced away from the dead man as Val dropped the weapon and stood next to me. The entire incident was over in minutes, but it didn’t feel that way to me. I was drained. I was sweating profusely and my hands were shaking. Maybe it was my age; at forty-­‐six, I

wasn’t as young a man as when I started in this business, even though I didn’t think of myself as an old man. But that wasn’t all of it. Now that I had a wife and daughter, I had something to lose.



I hugged Val and Leecy. I held my wife and felt her calming presence wash over me. As we both embraced our child, I thanked whatever gods there might be that my two girls were safe.



“What the heck just happened?” Leecy asked from the safety of the hug we hadher sandwiched in.



“Home invasion,” Valerie answered, “we need to call Lester and get him out here.”



“I’ll phone the station from the bedroom,” I said, “and check on the guy back nthere while I’m at it.”



“Yeah, okay, so you say it’s a home invasion,” Leecy went on, “but don’t most invaders steal your

stuff and not try to kidnap you?”



I was back in our bedroom, stepping over the limp body of the first guy, but could still hear Leecy’s voice.

“And Mom….you…uh…just killed someone.” “I know, dear, but…”



“Dead.”



“It was a lucky shot.”



“Lucky shot?” Leecy wasn’t satisfied, obviously. “That’s not my point.”



I was so relieved we were all okay that it hadn’t occurred to me that Leecy’s questions would have to be answered. And not just to her satisfaction: we’d have to answer similar questions by the police, and if this incident were classified as more than just a home invasion, we’d be in danger of generating a lot of unwanted attention.



I dialed our local police station and was relieved to hear the woman’s voice on the other end.



“Elizabeth. This is Ron Granger.”



“Hi, Ron. Why are you calling the police station at five minutes after four in the morning? Is everyone all right?”



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~About the Author~


John J. Davis is the author of the Granger Spy Novel series, including Blood Line and the soon to be published sequel, Bloody Truth, available Spring 2015.



Davis grew up in the Southeastern US and after university traveled extensively in North America during his career as a regional sales rep and independent broker for leaders in the transportation, shipping and pharma industries. His years sitting in lobbies and airports honed his skill for human observation and fed his talent for writing fast-­‐paced, character-­‐driven stories.

His inspiration for the Granger family-­‐of-­‐spies comes from the people he has known and his family roots in the Carolinas—the extraordinarily strong and gentle women and men, whose lives are defined by the love, trust and respect for family. Currently at work on the third Granger Spy Novel and a screenplay, Davis lives near Atlanta with his wife, daughter and two dogs.



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Oct 14, 2014

The Temp Part One by Lacey Wolfe



Genre: Erotic Romance



Part 1 of 3 of a serial series (needs to be read in order) Be warned: This books ends with a cliffhanger.



Hardened by her damaged past, Alice Bennett has no desire for any type of relationship and easily dismisses the warnings about her handsome, but extremely difficult, temporary boss. She is determined to do her job, and do it well. She needs this job, and the references that come from working at a prestigious law firm.



But the moment she lays eyes on him, Alice’s determination waivers as unexpected desires stir inside her – even as he barks orders about her choice of lunch.



Dylan Marshall is the best lawyer in the city and knows exactly what he wants, and how he wants it done. As the senior partner at his prominent law firm, he expects the people working for him to do what they’re told. Discouraged by the string of incompetent temps, he has low expectations for anyone new the agency sends his way.



But the latest temporary assistant is anything but incompetent, and Dylan discovers he wants to know more about her, and intimately. Especially when she stands her ground and questions his orders. Suddenly, this domineering boss learns he prefers a woman to be his equal.



Content warning: Adult language and situations, plus some very hot explicit love scenes.









~Excerpt~ 




Dylan stepped off the elevator expecting to see Alice at her desk, but instead it was empty. He enjoyed seeing her there. She lit up each time she saw him. In his office, he found a stack of yellow notes for missed calls and a note scribbled about Jacob stopping by.



Had she quit? He glanced through the notes, looking for one from her specifying where she was, but nothing came up.



Fuck, this day just kept getting worse. He hoped she hadn’t quit. He’d been good to her. He hadn’t yelled at her once, and his expectations about getting work done seemed fine to her.



Maybe he should call it a day. Go home, sit on his couch, and watch a movie. Something boring that didn’t require much thinking. He’d had enough of that today for his lifetime.



The elevator dinged and he walked to the window in his office.



Alice. She was back.



He marched out of his office as she dropped her purse in the bottom drawer of her desk. “Where have you been?”



She raised an eyebrow. “Lunch.”



“You should’ve let me know.”



“I left you a note.”



“You did not.” He crossed his arms.



She sighed and brushed past him, entering his office. He followed, and as she bent to the floor, his hand ached to smack her ass that raised high in the air. She straightened and held out a white note.



Gone to lunch. Be back around 2. – Alice



He gripped it roughly. “How am I expected to know you left me a note on the floor?”



“If I’d done that, then I’d leave you another note to look on the floor.” She rolled her eyes. “I guess the air conditioning came on, blowing the note off your desk. There are several others under your desk.”



He didn’t like the irritation in her voice. It didn’t sit well at all with him. The thought of her being upset with him made him want to fix it. “It was a mistake. We all make them. Next time wait for me to return.”



She glared at him. “I had no idea when you’d be back. You can’t expect me to wait around for you all day like a little servant.”



“Servant?” Where was this coming from?



“Okay, maybe that wasn’t the right word. But if you don’t tell me when you’ll return, it’s hard for me to know when I can take a lunch. Since I didn’t pack a yogurt today, I went to the cafeteria.”



Oh, she was taunting him. “I told you I’d be back in a few hours, and I was.”



She was quiet and blinked a few times, her eyes slightly moist. “Next time I’ll wait. I apologize for my tone. I was out of line.”



She spun on her heels, but something over took Dylan. He’d upset her by being an idiot. Of course she should’ve taken a lunch. She needed to eat. He grabbed her arm, bringing her toward him. Without a second thought, he cupped her face and pressed his mouth to hers.



She froze, hard under his touch. Needing to know her taste, he thrust his tongue in. Mint…just as he’d suspected. Her tongue met his and as he deepened the kiss, she relaxed into him. With a free hand, he held her waist, tugging her against him. He liked kissing her…his body liked it, too.



She moaned softly as she clung to his tie. He’d love to take it off and tie her hands up with it as he pleasured her with his tongue.



The kiss ended too soon, and not by his action. Alice stepped away, bringing a finger to her swollen lips. She had a look of panic as she turned and darted out of the room. Her heels clicked as she dashed through the lobby toward the restroom.



Fuck. She was really going to quit now.





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Lacey Wolfe has always had a passion for words, whether it’s getting lost in a book or writing her own. From the time she was a child she would slip away to write short stories about people she knew and fantasies she wished would happen. It has always been her dream to be a published author and with her two children now of school age, she finally has the time to work on making her dream come true.





Lacey lives in Georgia with her husband, son and daughter, their six cats and one black lab who rules the house.





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Oct 13, 2014

Private Internship by Kitsy Clare




Sequel to Model Position



Sometimes sugar isn’t so sweet and secrets can be deadly...especially with matters of the heart.

Sienna’s bestie, Harper warned her not to intern for famous bad boy artist, Casper Mason. After all, he just fired Harper who helped Sienna get the interview. But the moment Sienna sees Casper—or Caz—sweaty, practically shirtless and swinging from chains as he works on his sculpture, she’s hooked. He’s the richest, hottest artist in New York, and he lives in the fabulous Williamsburg Sugar Factory. But he’s also an incorrigible game-player, who seems to relish testing Sienna’s loyalty with a string of unsettling tests.

She knows she should get away fast. But by the time Sienna sneaks into his locked storage room and begins to unearth his dark and terrifying secret, she’s fallen way too hard for the handsome, charismatic Caz.




He locks his rich, hot-chocolate eyes on me, and studies my every curve and angle, seems to be piercing right through my skin into the alleys of my mind and heart. Curious, he’s so curious. I sense him asking where I’m from and why it took me so long to find him, and what kind of art I do, and whether I’ve ever sold it or gotten a review, or who I know, who I hang out with, and how much experience I’ve had in galleries, in school, in the world, in bed. My neck heats up. Did I just think that? Or was that something in his head that crossed wires and invaded mine? He’s close to me now, still staring boldly, when suddenly I feel his inner questions stop. And a wall, like one of those metal store gratings, clatters downward and slams. Closed for business, closed for questions, closed for good.

This, all before we’ve exchanged one word. When I come back into myself, I’m embarrassed to realize that I’m wringing my hands—the old-fashioned hysterical Victorian damsel in distress kind of wringing. I stop, immediately. Rub my sweaty palms on my dress. Buck up! I scold silently. And I extend my hand. “I’m Sienna. I’m your new intern.”

Casper Mason doesn’t take my hand. The nerve. He’s standing there, boldly, legs wide apart in some twisted warrior stance, arms folded across his wide chest. Jaw jutting out rebelliously, eyes daring me…to do what? So after an excruciating few seconds, I retract my hand.

“My new intern?” Caz mumbles as though an intern is a radioactive space rock or some otherworldly object and he never ordered one. “Well, it’s about time. That last one was a disaster.”

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"A juicy read full of passion and magnetic chemistry that will have you hooked from beginning to end." -From the Purple Matter Book Blog


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Kitsy Clare hails from Philadelphia and lives in New York. A romantic at heart, she loves to write about the sexy intrigue of the city, and particularly of the art world. She knows it well, having shown her paintings here before turning to writing. Model Position, her new adult novella is about artist Sienna and her friends. Living in a Bookworld says: “Beautifully written! We get to learn things about art & painting, which is refreshing. A colorful story from a promising new adult author.” Private Internship is the next in her Art of Love series.

Kitsy loves to travel, draw, read romance, speculative fiction, and teach writing workshops. She also writes YA as Catherine Stine. Her futuristic thriller, Ruby’s Fire was a YA finalist in the Next Generation Indie book awards. Fireseed One, its companion novel, was a finalist in YA and Sci-Fi in the USA News International Book Awards and an Indie Reader notable. Her YA horror, Dorianna, launches in fall, 2014. She’s a member of SFWA, RWA and SCBWI.

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Oct 9, 2014

Always Rayne by Sierra Avalon



Genre: New Adult Romance




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Would you spend ten days traveling the country with someone you despised if he promised to pay off your student loans?



ALWAYS RAYNE is the first novel in the ALWAYS SOMETIMES NEVER New Adult Rock Star Romance Series. ALWAYS RAYNE can be read as a STAND ALONE NOVEL or as part of the SERIES.



Recent college graduate, Harper Leigh, can barely make ends meet working as the books editor for a new online entertainment magazine, Chatter. With $85,000 of student loan debt about to go into repayment, she has no idea how she'll get by.



Just when she thinks things couldn't get worse, Harper's boss decides to embed her in the North American tour for the hot rock band, Always Rayne. Ten days on the road with the band for her to get an exclusive story. But Harper's a homebody and the last thing she wants to do is go on the road with a rock band. And she definitely doesn't want to spend ten days with the notorious bad boy and band front man, Nic Rayne.



When Nic proves to be too much for Harper to handle and she threatens to quit the assignment, Nic decides to sweeten the pot. If she stays with the tour for all ten days, he'll pay off all of her student loan debt....but there's one small catch.



Harper also has to sleep in his bed every night.



THE ALWAYS SOMETIMES NEVER New Adult Rock Star Romance Series continues with:



SOMETIMES BROOKE (Brooke & Leo's Story)



NEVER RAVEN (Raven & Xander's Story)





Due to mature LANGUAGE and CONTENT, ALWAYS RAYNE is recommended for readers aged 18+.







Brooke and I are wearing those plastic backstage passes around our necks and when two really big body guards standing at the backstage entrance see them they let us pass right through the door.



As I glance around at all the other people with backstage passes I notice they all look a lot more like Brooke than I expected. All of the girls are wearing ultra-short, skin-tight skirts with barely there tops.



The guys all look like they just stepped out of the band themselves. They’re all young and hot and they seem to know it.



There’s definitely no shortage of arrogance in the room.



“I’m definitely going after Leo,” Brooke whispers to me as we approach the band.



All three of the band members are standing next to each other drinking beers and talking with a bevy of blondes.



Maybe this isn’t the best place for Brooke to be hanging out. She hasn’t been sober very long and I don’t want her to fall into temptation. I have a feeling if Leo handed her a beer she wouldn’t say no.



“I’m getting tired,” I say and fake a big yawn.



“You are not going to wimp out on me.” Brooke gives me a cold glare. “We’re not leaving here until we meet Always Rayne. All of them.”



Nic Rayne looks like he’s getting bored with the blondes. He’s glancing around the room rather than paying attention to what the girls are saying.



As soon as Nic’s eyes land on me I can see his expression change. His brows are furrowed and he looks puzzled. I’m sure he’s wondering what someone who looks like me is doing backstage.



Disappointment crosses over the faces of the two girls vying for Nic’s attention when he walks away from them and heads in my direction.



“You,” he points to me. At least I think he’s pointing at me. When I look around and realize I’m standing alone, I know he’s pointing at me.



Then I panic because I’m standing alone. Where the hell is my roommate? The one who dragged me here in the first place practically kicking and screaming. She completely abandoned me. I also notice that one of Nic Rayne’s bandmates seems to have vanished just as quickly.



It isn’t possible for Brooke to hook up with someone that fast, is it?



This is Brooke we’re talking about. Not only is it possible, it’s highly probable.



Nic Rayne is now glaring at me. It’s like he can’t believe I didn’t jump as soon as he pointed to me. I can already tell this guy is a piece of work. He’s probably used to getting any girl he wants with the snap of his finger. Hell, he’s probably used to getting anything he wants the second the demand comes out of this mouth.



I can see him let out an exasperated breath and then head in my direction. I quickly scan the room to see if I can spot an exit but by the time my eyes land on one, it’s too late. Nic Rayne has already entered my personal space.



And he’s not just close to me; he’s practically on top of me. And I don’t like it. He makes me extremely uncomfortable. I’d rather be anywhere than standing next to Nic Rayne. I’d rather be back in Economics class at the university and I hate Economics. It’s the only class I ever got a C in.



“What’s up?” Nic says.



I’ve seen him in movies so I knew he was tall and muscular. I guess it never occurred to me how tall and muscular he really is. The guy is towering over me and I’m not that short. I’m five feet six inches. Nic has got to be at least six inches taller than me.



“Did you see where my friend went?”



He nods but doesn’t say anything else.



“Okay. Would you mind telling me where she went?”



“With Leo.”



I assume he means Leo Donovan, his cousin and the guitar player in Always Rayne.



“Hey, Rayne.” Xander Donovan, Nic’s other cousin, and the band’s drummer, places a hand on Nic’s shoulder. “Pick the girl you want and let’s go. We’re all headed over to Troy.”



Troy is the trendiest club in the city. I’ve heard a lot about it but haven’t been able to afford the stiff cover charge and the fifteen dollar drinks.



“Come on,” Nic says and turns to leave as if I’m supposed to follow him.



He takes a few steps before he realizes that I’m not following him. Then he turns back around and gives me an odd look. “Aren’t you coming?”



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SIERRA AVALON writes contemporary romance novels with a little sass and lots of spice. She lives in a small town outside of Phoenix, Arizona with her husband and their bloodhounds. She also writes romance novels under the pen names Ren Monterrey, Savannah Young and Dakota Madison.



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Oct 7, 2014

The Weekend Proposition by Ella Jade



Genre: Erotic Contemporary Romance


 One weekend—no strings, no expectations, and no commitments. On Sunday afternoon it all ends, or does it?



No-nonsense businessman Spencer Cannon has a dilemma. He's headed to Connecticut for the weekend to attend his cousin's elaborate wedding. His whole family will be there in addition to his obsessed ex-girlfriend Ava. According to Spencer's brother, Ava has been telling her friends she's planning a magical reunion with her favorite ex-boyfriend. Spencer's not in the mood to deal with her, but he can't miss the wedding. He needs a plan.



Struggling Brooklyn waitress and aspiring graphic designer Dakota Vercelli has fallen on hard times. College debts, pending eviction, and her sick mother are taking a toll on her. A chance encounter with Mr. Cannon, CEO of Cannon and Carrington Advertising, leads to a proposition that may be just the thing to solve both of their problems. Spencer's offer—spend four days with him during the wedding festivities and keep his ex off his trail. In return, he'll compensate her generously for her time. He needs a weekend girlfriend, and Dakota needs the cash.



It was just supposed to be a business deal, but after sharing a room, kissing under the stars, and attending a wedding, their attraction is undeniable. Will the illusion end when the weekend is over or is the proposition just the beginning?



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"I have a proposition for you," Spencer said.



"A proposition?" What could he possibly have to offer her?



"I have to attend my cousin's wedding this weekend. Actually, I have to leave tomorrow afternoon. I don't want to go alone for reasons I don't wish to discuss right now. I need someone to accompany me. I'm offering that to you."



"And you think I'm 'to the point'?" Coda shrugged.



He smiled but didn't say anything. She couldn't stand the silence. She wanted to figure out his game. There had to be some sort of catch.



"You want me to go to a wedding with you?"



"It's in Connecticut. I would require your services until Sunday afternoon. All of your expenses would be paid, including a wardrobe which would be yours to keep after the weekend."



"You need a date?"



"I would need you to appear as my girlfriend."



"Is this a joke?" she asked.



"I wouldn't joke about something like this. I've thought the entire thing through."



"A man who looks like you should have no problem finding a real girlfriend to buy clothes for and flaunt in front of his family." She thought for a moment. "Unless there's something wrong with you."



"There's nothing wrong with me." He raised his voice a bit. "I had planned on attending alone but circumstances have changed. I'm in a bind and from what I gather, you are too."



Her instincts screamed to run in the opposite direction. She'd never been the type to fall for a scam. "I'm not



interested in—"



"I'll pay you two hundred and fifty thousand dollars for your time."



"What?" Apparently a side of crazy came with those good looks.



"One hundred and twenty-five thousand today, if you agree." He pulled out a check from the inside pocket of the jacket he had draped on the back of the chair. He slipped the mint green paper across the table. "You'll get the rest on Sunday afternoon."



"That's fifty grand a day." She studied the check. It would take her years to make that kind of money working these shit-end jobs.



"I'm aware." He nodded as if the money meant nothing. "I'm asking for your time, a commodity I believe should be well compensated."



Too good to be true.



"Do you make it a habit of paying women to be your girlfriend?"



"Pretend girlfriend," he reminded her. "You would be the first."



"Why me?"



"Does it matter?"



"What exactly do you expect me to do for that money?"



“I told you." He narrowed his eyes. "I need a date for a long weekend. Everyone needs to think we're a couple."



"You're willing to pay me to go away with you for four days. I'm supposed to take your word we're going to a wedding in Connecticut? How do I know you won't kidnap me and want to do all sorts of kinky stuff to me? You could be some sex-obsessed lunatic."



"Kinky stuff?"



"Yeah, you know, like bondage and blindfolds."



"Do you like that sort of thing?" He tried to conceal his smirk.


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Ella Jade has been writing for as long as she can remember. As a child, she often had a notebook and pen with her, and now as an adult, the laptop is never far. The plots and dialogue have always played out in her head, but she never knew what to do with them. That all changed when she discovered the eBook industry. She started penning novels at a rapid pace and now she can't be stopped.

Ella resides in New Jersey with her husband and two boys. When she's not chasing after her kids, she's busy creating sexy, domineering men and the strong women who know how to challenge them in and out of the bedroom. She hopes you'll get lost in her words.

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Sep 30, 2014

Black Dog Nights by Ren Monterry





Genre: New Adult Romance


My student loans are due and I still haven’t found a job that pays more than minimum wage. So I decide to make an arrangement through The Club. I’ll get what I need…money to pay my loans. And he’ll get what he wants…access to my body…whenever and however he wants it.

ROSE COLLINS is a recent art school graduate with overwhelming student loan debt and no way to pay it.

JAE ROTHKO is a wealthy and renowned artist who doesn’t have the time or patience for a relationship.

Jae joins The Club so he can have one woman when he wants and how he wants with no attachments and no expectations.

He selects Rose to be that woman.

BLACK DOG NIGHTS is a SERIAL NOVEL, which unfolds in THREE PARTS (approximately 75 pages each). EACH PART has a CLIFFHANGER and EACH PART is .99 cents. (That’s $2.97 for ALL THREE PARTS.)




By the time we get to The Rock Stop it’s already crowded with twenty-somethings, who all look eager to hook up with anyone who’s willing.

I pass by two guys, who are already half-drunk and gawking at my breasts, before I hit the relative safety of the bar area.

“What do you want to drink?” Cali yells over the loud Top Forty music.

“Would I look too conspicuous just holding a glass of water?”

Cali purses her lips at me. I tell her she looks like a duck when she does that but it doesn’t stop her.

“I’ll get you a beer. You don’t have to drink it but I don’t want you to embarrass me or yourself.”

“Yes, Daffy,” I tease.

“I do not have duck lips,” she insists.

“You do when you pucker them like that.”

“I think you’re on crack.”

“Just get the beer.”

She waves in order to get the bartender’s attention but no such luck. He’s busy with a group of girls at the other end of the bar.

“Hey, Babe.” An arm reaches over Cali’s shoulder. “I wasn’t sure I’d see you tonight.”

David nods in my direction. “What’s up?”

He never addresses me by my name even though he’s been hooking up with Cali for over a year and I’ve seen him dozens of times.

David is the kind of guy I always hated in high school. His family has money and he’s never had to work a day in his life for anything. Cars, clothes, expensive vacations, you name it, and his parents have handed it to him on a silver platter. As a result he has a sense of entitlement that knows no bounds.

No doubt that’s why he feels like he can treat Cali any way he pleases and she just keeps coming back for more.

He runs his fingers through his short brown hair. I’m not sure whether it’s a nervous habit or if he thinks that his fingers are like some kind of comb but he does it all the time.

David is a good-looking guy in a frat-boy kind of way. Cali says he played baseball in high school and he looks like he probably still plays sports. He’s not huge but he’s definitely in good shape.

Cali met David at a frat party. Even though she’s never set foot in a college class she’s spent a lot of time at college parties. David likes to brag about the fact that he’s a business major. I don’t see what the big deal is though. I feel like business is a degree for people who don’t really know what they want to do with their lives.

Not that I have any room to talk. Apparently I earned a degree for people who don’t really want a job.

Before I know it, Cali and David have disappeared somewhere and I’m alone at the bar.

Great.

I didn’t even want to come here in the first place.

I have a choice. I can leave or I can order a drink. After the day I’ve had a drink is actually starting to sound appealing.


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Author Bio: REN MONTERREY lives in a small town outside Phoenix, Arizona with her husband and their bloodhounds. She writes New Adult and Contemporary romance under a number of different pen names including Sierra Avalon, Savannah Young and Dakota Madison.

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Sep 29, 2014

The Watcher by Lisa Voisin



Genre: Paranormal Romance



Millennia ago, he fell from heaven for her. Can he face her without falling again?



Fascinated with ancient civilizations, seventeen-year-old Mia Crawford dreams of becoming an archaeologist. She also dreams of wings--soft and silent like snow--and somebody trying to steal them.



When a horrible creature appears out of thin air and attacks her, she knows Michael Fontaine is involved. Secretive and aloof, Michael evokes feelings in Mia that she doesn't understand. Images of another time and place haunt her. She recognizes them--but not from any textbook.



In search of the truth, Mia discovers a past life of forbidden love, jealousy and revenge that tore an angel from Heaven and sent her to an early grave. Now that her soul has returned, does she have a chance at loving that angel again? Or will an age-old nemesis destroy them both?



Ancient history is only the beginning.









~Excerpt~







Michael leaned against a nearby rock, still watching me. With the orange-cast light from the street lamp playing off his skin, shadowing the muscles of his shoulders and arms, and the flickering of golden light his halo cast around him, he looked positively heroic, like a statue of an ancient god.



“Where to now?” I asked, approaching him.



The wind had swept his hair into a tangle of curls splayed in every direction, forming a dark, shadowy crown of their own. I reached over to smooth it, as if doing so was the most natural thing in the world, and he brushed his hand up my spine. Even through my jacket, a burning heat coursed through me. Touching the back of my head, he found my braid and pulled it out. He twisted it between his fingers, examining it, then looked up at me, his gaze open, unguarded, his pupils as wide and black as the night sky. A flush warmed the back of my neck and I stood there mesmerized by him, unable to look away.



Arcing his other arm around me, he pulled me toward him and whispered, “I shouldn’t,” against the side of my face, as though it were a confession. Then, his lips cool and salty from the sea air, he kissed me with such tenderness it made my chest ache.



But I didn’t need tenderness. I needed him. Since the last time we’d kissed, I’d been so careful around him, trying not to cross the invisible line that would either damn him or scare him away. I couldn’t be careful anymore. Gripping the front of his shirt, I pulled him closer, and he locked his arms around me like I’d always wanted him to, like maybe he’d never let me go. Sitting on the rock, he gathered me into him, sliding me onto his lap. My thighs straddled his hips and he let out the softest of moans, his lips grazing my throat, the side of my neck, the line of my jaw, before returning to mine.



With a sharp inhale, he tensed and stopped kissing me. His eyes flashed a warning look—full of fear, as though he’d gone somewhere fathomless inside himself that he’d sworn he’d never go. Standing, he guided me off his lap. When he spoke, his voice took on a deep timbre.



“We’re not alone.”

  
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A Canadian-born author, Lisa Voisin spent her childhood daydreaming and making up stories, but it was her love of reading and writing in her teens that drew her to Young Adult fiction.

A self-proclaimed coffee lover, Lisa can usually be found writing in a local café. When she's not writing, you'll find her meditating or hiking in the mountains to counteract the side effects of drinking too much caffeine!

Though she’s lived in several cities across Canada, she currently lives in Vancouver, B.C. with her fiancé and their two cats.


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