Release Day Blitz ~ Mouth Rocks the Heart

Title: Mouth Rocks the Heart

Release Date: March 21, 2016

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Mouth Rocks the Heart: 25 authors bring you 24 brand new, steamy stories to help raise money for women’s heart disease!

Christy Dilg – Madam Cougar

Mary Catherine Gebhard – Tied (Owned 2.5)

Dawne Walters & Bo Driscoll – Center Ice

Emily A. Lawrence – Derailed

M.C. Cerny – Twenty

Katherine Rhodes – Now. Forever.

t. h. Snyder – Classified

L.B. Dunbar – The Red Dress Affair

Madison Street – Heated Rhythm

Carter Ashby – To Be Touched

Layla Stevens – What the Heart Wants

Danielle Torella – Tenant Number Seven

Lorraine Loveit – The Dom Bodyguard

Kristen Hope Mazzola – Colt&Serena

Danielle Jamie – Just South of Heaven

Isobelle Cate – Foil

MJ Carnal – Moretti

Tiffany Aleman – Fixing Us

Erica M. Christensen – Dangerous Desire

M.A. Stone – Whiskey Drunk Love

Morgan Jane Mitchell – The Red Door

K.s. Smith & Megan C. Smith – Love Me For Me

Misha Elliott – A Day for Love

Mouth Karaoke Bar and Grill was founded by Christy Dilg in 2013 in the Forbidden Series. Christy decided to have an auction event supporting breast cancer awareness and donating the funds raised to the cause after the fans expressed their interest. The Mouth Rocks for the Cause Facebook event went so well that Christy decided to continue the event every year and to add Mouth in all of her upcoming books and donate portions of her book sales to the charity in that story.  Writing has always been about making a difference to Christy and Mouth is sure to add to that.
This year Mouth Rocks for the Cause will hold its third annual Facebook auction supporting breast cancer in October. The event will last a week but Mouth will be doing other things during the month to raise for the cause such as this wonderful collection “Mouth, A steamy anthology” which will feature almost twenty amazing authors together in a box set of novellas. The proceeds will be donated to the National Breast Cancer Foundation.

 

 

Release Blitz ~ Lassoing the Virgin Mail Order Bride ~ by ~ Alexa Riley

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When Clare Stevens walked onto the McCallister ranch, she expected her life to be a certain way. She was the mail-order bride of the owner, and she was to fulfill her duties. Clean the house, cook for his men, and warm his bed at night. What she didn’t expect was the beefy cowboy who walked in and literally swept her off her feet.

Cash McCallister didn’t have time to date and find a wife. So a mail-order bride seemed the easiest way to find a partner. He thought he’d made a mistake until he laid eyes on the little piece of sunshine that lit up his life. He never imagined a true love like this. He never knew an obsession could take hold so tightly.

When drama hits the farm and their fast love is threatened, can Clare and Cash hold it together?

Warning: This is literally as cliché as it sounds…and just as awesome. It’s country living with high-calorie foods and easy sunsets. Come sit on the porch and stay a while. You’ll like what you see.

 

 

 

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A Taste Of Cash…

He reaches out, grabbing one of my curls. “The Johnsons aren’t home, you know. Went to a cattle show. Only one there is June. How long has he been gone over there with her?”
My body freezes at his words. He’s been gone for over an hour now. I turn to bat his hand away from my hair and tell him to leave, but before I can, he’s gone. A loud crash fills the porch as Billy is pulled away from me and he hits the house. Cash’s hand is around his throat, and Billy is starting to turn red.
Cash has him a good foot off the ground. I hadn’t noticed how short the other man was, but now that Cash is next to him, it really shows.
“You think you can come on my land and fucking touch my wife?” Cash’s face is so close to Billy’s I have to step to the side a little to see him. His face is turning purple now, and I don’t think Cash is really looking for an answer to his question. It’s clear the man won’t be able to talk with how tight Cash’s squeezing his throat.
“You don’t look at her, you don’t talk to her. In fact, you don’t even know she fucking exists.” Cash is so mad I can feel the anger pulsing off him in waves. He continues to choke Billy, and all I can do is stand there, shocked by how fast everything’s happened. I don’t even know where Cash came from. It was like he knew a man touched me, and poof, he just materialized. That actually would not shock me at this point.
“Fuck!” I hear someone yell, pulling my eyes from the scene in front of me. I see Earl and three other hands with him start to run towards the porch. They head for Cash and try to peel him off the other man. It takes all four of them to finally get Cash off Billy. When Cash lets go, Billy slides down, his ass hitting the porch. His hand goes to his throat as he coughs over and over again. I look back to Cash, who’s still being held back by the men as they try to calm him down, but it doesn’t seem to be working.
He keeps pulling to get free, wanting back at Billy.
“He fucking touched her.” He lunges again, this time breaking free of two of the hands, and I jump in front of him. He halts, almost running right into me, and I throw myself into his arms, wrapping myself around him. No way he’ll keep going at Billy if I’m locked around him. If we don’t stop him, I’m starting to think he might kill the man.
His hands go to my ass, catching me easily. I pull back and cup his face. “You marrying me today or you going to jail?” I ask him as I lean in, my lips just a breath from his, and I can see his face visibly relax.
“Marrying you.”
“Think we should practice that kissing part again?” I tease him, brushing my lips across his.
He takes my mouth. The kiss is hard and demanding, almost knocking the air right out of my lungs. I can feel everything he felt moments ago. All the adrenaline still pumping through his body, only now he’s using it on me. He pulls back sooner then I want, breaking the kiss.
“Get him off my land,” Cash says, not taking his eyes from mine as he starts to carry me towards the house.
“I’m calling the Sheriff. He’ll hear about this.”
“When you call him, can you tell him he still owes me a hundred dollars from our last poker night?” I hear Earl say as Cash kicks the door closed behind us and places me on my feet.
His eyes run over me, and I can see the rest of the tension leave his body.
“Goddamn, you look perfect.” His voice is gruff, but he takes a step back from me.
I take a step towards him, and he holds one hand up.
“Barely hanging on, sweetheart. I gotta get you to the courthouse, and if you touch me right now with how I’m feeling, I’ll snap and take you right on this floor.”
“There’s more than what just happened out there, isn’t there?” I ask, pointing to the door we just came through.
“Yeah. I was already fucking pissed before I saw Billy reach out and touch you. I went right over the edge after that.”

“What happened?”
“Nothing. Not a goddamn thing.”
I just stare at him. Cash runs a hand over his face, then pulls it through his dark hair.
“I went to the Johnsons’ and they weren’t there.”
“But June was.”

“But June was,” he confirms, making me uneasy. I don’t like that one bit.
“I sat and waited and waited some more while June ran her mouth. Baby, you know how I feel about that voice of hers.” He says it like he was tortured, making me roll my eyes.
“She offered me something to drink. I said no and that if her mom and dad weren’t back in the next five minutes, I was gone. That’s when she fucking lost it. Tried to throw herself at me. I dodged her, and she hit the floor. Hard. Then she started crying.” He studies me for a second, and I can tell there’s more and he doesn’t want to say it.
“What, Cash? Just say it.”
“I just stepped over her and left.”
“Okay.”
“Okay?” He mimics my response. “You’re not mad? I thought you’d be pissed I just left her there crying. Last time she started with those tears, you told me to be nice. I thought—”
“That’s what got you so mad?”
“Big fucking part.” He lets out a deep breath. “All I kept thinking was that if you had to listen to some man talk for thirty minutes about how you should marry him, I’d lose it. Then I came around that corner and there’s a man standing on my goddamn porch fucking touching you.” He yells the last part.
I just shake my head and walk over to him, placing my hands on his chest, smiling up at him.
“How can you be smiling? I still want to go back out there and beat the shit out of someone.”
“I’m smiling because you’re so jealous. You’re even jealous for me over you.” I start to laugh because saying it out loud makes it ever funnier.
He just shakes his head.
“We should go get married. I think that might help.” I’m not sure who he’s trying to convince, me or him.
“Sure it will,” I tease.
“Maybe if you were walking around here with a round little belly, that might help, too,” he adds.
“Can we focus on one thing at a time here? The wedding first,” I remind him.
“We get this wedding done and I’m going to be focusing on that real hard.”
“Promises, promises,” I tease.
He leans down and places a soft kiss on my lips.
“This is going to be the fastest wedding this town has ever seen.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Alexa Riley is two sassy friends who got together and wrote some dirty books. They are both married moms of two who love football, donuts, and obsessed book heroes.

They specialize in insta-love, over-the-top, sweet, and cheesy love stories that don’t take all year to read. If you want something SAFE, short, and always with a happily ever after, then Alexa Riley is for you!

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Blog Tour ~ Elastic Heart ~ by ~ Mary Catherine Gebhard

Title: Elastic Heart
Author: Mary Catherine Gebhard
Release Date: Feb 25, 2016
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What do you do when the man who raped you has the entire police force in his pocket? When you’re called a slut, a whore, and a liar? You get your own justice.
My name is Nami DeGrace, and six months ago I was a normal college student. I was volunteering on the campaign of a man I believed in, a man I thought to be good and noble. Then one night that man forced himself on me and everything changed.
The media reviled me. The police didn’t believe me. My friends abandoned me. I dropped out of college and only have one mission in life: make him pay. That is, until Nick Law came in to my life.
Indomitable, infuriating, and irresistible, Law is complicating things.
Law gripped the back of my neck and pulled me into him. It wasn’t a kiss—it was a merging. I didn’t just taste the power, I felt the cutting intensity throughout my body. I responded instantly, wrapping my arms around his neck and moaning into his mouth. Law stopped and undid my hands from his neck. I opened my eyes, confused.
“Can’t have you waking everyone up,” Law said, grinning. “Be good and you’ll be rewarded.” I wanted to rebel at that. I nearly slapped him across the face. Yet deep inside, his words made me glow. I dropped my arms to my sides and waited for instructions.
Law traced a finger from my cheek down to my collarbone and carefully brushed aside my cotton shirt. I shivered as my shoulder became exposed. Bending down, he placed a light kiss on the tip of my shoulder. I bit my lip to keep from whimpering.
“Good girl,” Law murmured against my skin. It took all my willpower not to grip Law by his powerful shoulders. I didn’t want him to stop, though, so that meant playing by his rules. I kept my hands next to my sides because that meant Law would continue kissing me.
Law placed a hand on my stomach and I gasped.
“Shh…” Using his other thumb, Law tugged my bottom lip. “You have a beautiful mouth, Dandelion. Don’t let it get us in trouble.” I was speechless, or at least I thought I was. My thoughts got jumbled up with his hands on my mouth and my stomach.
Then he did something amazing.
Something reckless.
He slid his hand from my stomach and beneath my jeans.
Mary Catherine Gebhard bites off more than she can chew and sometimes calls herself Eva Natsumi. She’s lived in Salt Lake City, Utah her entire life, but occasionally goes on vacation from reality. Don’t worry, she sends postcards.

 

~ Book Tour ~ His Only Salvation ~ by ~ Skye Turner

 

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Meet Hope and Gabrial in Skye Turner’s newest dark romance!

His Only Salvation is

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My name is Hope Layne.

I’ve known Gabrial DeLucca my entire life.

He means so much to me, but he shouldn’t. He can’t. I can’t let him in.

He is darkness personified.

Everything I believe in and stand for is everything he hates.

Nothing matters to him. He loves nothing and no one… Except me.

I hate who he is and what he does, but I can’t hate him.

He is my curse.

He says I’m his salvation.

Am I strong enough to follow my heart when my head screams at me to do the opposite?

What price am I willing to pay to save Gabrial DeLucca from everyone, including himself?

***His Only Salvation is a dark romance with a love triangle.

One woman is involved with two men and some dark and delicate topics are covered.

Graphic language and explicit sex scenes are involved in the book.

Sexy passionate couple kissing on bed, lovers at night in hotel room

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          The sound of the gun going off reverberates throughout the metal of the warehouse. It ricochets like a rock bouncing down a tin roof, only it’s louder… So much louder.

That didn’t just happen. This is a nightmare. It’s not real. It can’t be real.

Only as my gaze strays across the room and I take in the scene, the walls start to close in. I can’t breathe. All I can focus on is him… lying on the ground. A dark red puddle steadily increases in size and I hear a mournful wail. It pierces my heart.

The voice calling my name, in absolute terror, finally catches my attention and suddenly the sound stops and I realize that the scream was coming from me.

“Hope… Hope… look at me… Stay with me. Goddammit. Stay with me. You have to get out of here. You can’t be here right now, Hope. They’re already on the way and you can’t be here when the police show up.”

The screams don’t stop. I can’t. The horror is too much. If anything, I scream even louder. I hear the voice imploring me to look away from the scene on the dirty floor of the warehouse, but I can’t. I can’t look away from him. He’s on the ground. My vision starts to waver and I blink to try to make the scene disappear.

It will be ok. This isn’t real. None of this is real. It’s just a night terror. Like I had as a child. If I take my time and breathe with my eyes closed, when I open them, I’ll see everything is ok. I’ll be in my pink childish bedroom and everything will be fine.

Something sounds like bubbles under water. Opening my eyes, I look past the man in front of me, desperately trying to get me to move, to leave, and see him lying on the ground as the puddle continues to spread and darkens. That’s black… it can’t be blood. Blood is red and that is almost black. Blood isn’t that dark. It’s not real.

Only, he gurgles as blood trickles from his mouth and he looks at me with a mixture and fear and acceptance.

Dear God, he’s choking on his own blood. This is real.

He gurgles once more and his eyes widen before he reaches out for me… I can’t move. I can’t breathe. This is real. This is happening… Oh my God… this is really happening… It’s not a nightmare.

The darkness consumes me and I feel weightless as my bones liquefy… I try to speak but nothing comes out as I succumb to the darkness.

No light… only darkness.

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Skye Turner is an avid reader and an editor turned International Bestselling Author of the Bayou Stix Series.

She attended Southeastern Louisiana University and Louisiana State University where she majored in Mass Communications, centering her studies in Journalism. Unfortunately life intervened and she made the choice to leave her studies.

She lives in small town Louisiana with her husband, 2 children, and 6 fur babies.

When she’s not chained to her laptop pounding out sexy stories she can usually be found playing Supermom, reading, gardening (playing in the dirt), listening to music and dancing like a fool, or catching up on her family oriented blog.

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I was lucky to receive an ARC of this book and OMG was it hot!

Hope has been torn between holy-hotness-batman, sexy, bad boy Gabrial and super hot good guy Luke for years.

Luke and Gabrial couldn’t be more different except that they are both in love with Hope.  And Hope loves them both wholeheartedly.

Events happen and Hope must choose.  Will she choose Luke? Gabrial? Or herself?

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Blog Tour ~ Dirty Girl Pt. 1 ~ by ~ Allie Cooke

It’s the release day for Dirty Girl by Allie Cooke! I am so excited for this fantastic new erotic novella. It’s the first in a trilogy and book two is coming March 30th! Check out the excerpt and Allie’s giveaway, and grab your copy today!

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Angus Boone is the devil.

He lured me in, but not with candy or treats. And like the devil, he saw what no one else did.

All of my sins…all of the stains on my soul.

And then he smiled.

I should have run…far far away.

Instead I made a deal that changed us both forever.

***This is part one of a three-part serial***

Warning: This is non-traditional romance,with adult content, sexual situations and a non-traditional ending.

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“Georgia,” she whispered from behind me.

“No, it’s me, Charity.”

Georgia was my stupid bitch of a mother. She’d sent a card when Henry died—a card with no return address and a half-legible signature.

I quit fussing with the flowers and circled the bed to go sit next to her. “How was your week?”

Her eyes flashed a lucid blue as she registered who I was, then faded and lost focus. “I wish your grandfather would hurry up, dear. I’m tired. I want to go home.”

It was a variation of the eerily similar conversation we’d been having since she’d moved rooms nearly eighteen months ago. The doctor’s said this was just part of end-stage Alzheimer’s. Rowena could be perfectly lucid, then not thirty seconds later.

“You just had a nap. How can you be tired?” Forcing a smile, I covered her hand with mine, trying not to think about how tiny and fragile—and useless—she was. Had been, I reminded myself. She couldn’t help the state she was in now. How useless she had been. Her only skills had been as a hostess, throwing dinner parties…and raising me. I guess my life wasn’t much more exciting but at least, I was living on my terms, and nobody got hurt. Maybe she had lived on hers, but I’d never know. We’d never had those sorts of conversations, and I’d honestly never thought to ask.

At least I hadn’t forgotten what was important—family. At least I hadn’t blown her off like Georgia had. “WeMaw, Gramps is coming. You want to tell me about your week while we wait?”

“Fine, dear, fine.” She shifted in her chair and sat up, tucking a hank of faded red hair behind her ear. “I had…I’m fine. Just fine. Fine, fine,” she practically spat and her face hardened as she spoke.

The only thing I could do when she got agitated like this was wait and see if we’d need a nurse’s help.

“Georgia!” Her tone louder now, she pushed herself upright in her chair. “You’re going to hell! Hellfire and dam-nation, girl.”

“I’ll get a nurse, WeMaw.” Calling her Rowena while she was like this was also a bad idea. Even a crazy old woman had her limits. I stood on shaky legs, but she grabbed my wrist before I could make a run for help.

“For shame!” Her hand connected with my cheek hard enough to bring tears to my eyes. “You’re a bad girl! A horrible, bad girl!” Her grip tightened as she continued to rant, “The things you’ve done.”

My face stinging, I struggled to swallow the ball of nausea that came hurtling upward, trying to bring my breakfast with it. This wasn’t the first time she’d hit me, and I reminded myself to just keep breathing. This wasn’t really her. I push back the tears and sucked in a deep breath. This wasn’t the woman who’d raised me.

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She was nothing if not predictable. I’d watched her for weeks on the security monitors, traipsing from club to club. Smiling. Flirting. Seducing. It had taken me a while to figure out her system—her game—but I hadn’t minded. It was time well spent watching her work her magic wherever she showed up.

I knew if I was just patient, my persistence would pay off, because like I said, she was nothing if not predictable. Ten o’clock every third Friday night at The Alibi Room. I shook my head and took a sip of my coffee, wishing I had something stronger to drink.

I watched her smile at the bouncer and step inside the club, the knot in my stomach loosening and tightening by degrees. She shouldn’t be here. I shouldn’t be watching but that’s how obsessions went.

And obsession was something I knew a lot about. As much as I hated seeing her on my screen, I couldn’t stop myself from watching her. And every time she showed up I leaned a little closer, unable to take my eyes off of her, unable to stop myself. Unable to stop her.

“Fucking stupid girl.”

Tonight she wore a short gray skirt and a pink sweater. Tonight she was all legs.

Tonight I was all hard on. I licked my lips and settled in for the show, hating myself just the same. I should do something, I should stop her, I should help her, but I don’t.

I shouldn’t enjoy this as much as I do.

About Allie Cooke:

Indie author and die-hard Southern girl, Allie Cooke has been reading and writing romance since she was old enough to hold a crayon, so a future as a romance writer wasn’t very farfetched for her. From billionaires to blue collar, from CEO to sexy entrepreneur, whether they’re wearing jeans or suits, Allie’s always had a thing for hot, hunky Alphas who need to be saved from themselves…Usually with the help of the right woman.

When she’s not writing, editing, or reading. Allie can be found cooking up mayhem in the kitchen or catching up on the latest and greatest TV shows with her favorite man.

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Release Blitz ~ An Unfinished Life ~ by ~ Mary A. Wasowski

 

 

 

Title: An Unfinished Life
Author: Mary A. Wasowski
Genre: Contemporary Romance/Mystery/Suspense
 Release Date: March 16, 2016
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“You have my past…I need my future.” 

Two men. Two pasts. Two goals. 

One connection. 

Both men have suffered tragedies they wish they could forget. But can’t and won’t. Not without a fight. 

One has made a promise of revenge. The other…an oath of justice. 

These silent vows have haunted them both for years. 

Which rival will prevail? Or will they both succumb to An Unfinished Life?

 

 

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I am a dreamer. I’ve always been a
dreamer. Some may not have worked out the way I hoped they would, but I also
believe that everything happens for a reason.
 
Writing has changed my entire life. It
brings happiness and fulfillment to areas in my life that I didn’t even know I
was missing. It’s also one of the hardest jobs I’ve ever done. It takes me away
from my family, friends, and the little day-to-day tasks that once upon a time
seemed normal. Sometimes I like to revisit my portfolio of old short stories,
poems, and the inspirational quotes I have kept for many years. Reading through
it all shows how far I’ve come and that the journey I am on now is exactly what
I dreamed of many years ago. This makes me smile.
 
A long time ago, I used to write short
stories and poems in journals and kept them privately to myself. It took quite
some time and many sacrifices, but now I have  four published books and
have my very own writing cave. What the heck is that? Well, it’s my second home
where I laugh, dream, imagine, and write my heart out to hopefully produce
something that will make other people smile.
 
I call New Jersey home where I share my
life with my husband, Henry, and our three sons.  
 
Life is an incredible journey.
We are all an open book. Every day is a
new chapter to write in our story. Lessons are to be learned and shared.
Keep moving forward.
Never give up on your dreams.
Smile, and never let anyone dull your
Sparkle.
 
Believe me…Your spirit will thank you
for it.
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Release Boost ~ Kincaid ~ by ~ Marie James

 

 

Title: Kincaid
Series: Cerberus MC #1
Author: Marie James
Genre: Romance/Contemporary/MC
 Release Date: March 10, 2016

 

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I am Emmalyn Mikaelson.My husband, in a rage, hit me in front of the wrong person. Diego, or Kincaid to most, beat the hell out of him for it. I left with Diego anyway. Even though he could turn on me just like my husband did, I knew I had a better chance of survival with Diego. That was until I realized Kincaid could hurt me so much worse than my husband ever could. Physical pain pales in comparison to troubles of the heart.

I am Diego “Kincaid” Anderson.

She was a waitress at a bar in a bad situation. I brought her to my clubhouse because I knew her husband would kill her if I didn’t. Now she has my protection and that of the Cerberus MC. I never expected her to become something more to me. I was in more trouble than I’ve ever been in before, and that’s saying a lot considering I served eight years in the Marine Corp with Special Forces.

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“Since you kissed and made up does that mean I get to stay at the clubhouse tonight?” I turn my attention from Em as she flits around the bar like she’s worked here her entire life, and look at Kid, who has a hopeful look on his face.

“I hate to burst your bubble, but so long as she’s at Doc’s, that’s where you will be.” He sighs, loudly. “What?”

“I just figured since you guys,” he does this weird side pump with his hand at his waist, “you know… I figured you’d be staying there with her.”

“I told you we took a nap.” I tilt my already warm beer to my lips and take a sip.

“Really? I thought that was code for getting laid or something.” Shadow laughs boisterously beside him.

Slapping Kid on the back, “Sorry Kid, if the Prez isn’t getting pussy, it looks like you’re not getting pussy either.”

I grin when Kid’s face falls and realizes that what Shadow just said is a pretty accurate analysis of the situation.

“If you’re having trouble sealing the deal, Prez, I can give you a few pointers.” The scrape of Shadow’s chair as he moves away from Kid makes my lip twitch in an almost smile.

Shadow’s reaction would be fitting almost any time one of the guys made some dumb ass remark about me not being able to handle any type of situation. Kid is lucky I was able to wrap my arms around Emmalyn for a few hours this afternoon, or his ass would be laid out on the nasty bar floor by now.

“First off,” I say putting my beer down on the table, “I don’t need any pointers from you.” I tap his chest with my finger. “Second, if Em was just some other piece of pussy to me, I’d have already had my one and done.” I lean in closer, so he knows how serious I am. “You don’t need to worry about my dick and what it’s doing or not doing with Emmalyn.”

He reaches up and rubs his chest where my finger hit it. “I’m not worried about your dick, Prez. I’m worried about mine.”

Shadow laughs again, and I can’t help but join in at the wimpy sound of Kid’s admission.

I hit the side button on my phone to check the time. “You have three hours until I take her home. If you need to get your dick wet, you better do it in a hurry. I expect you back at Doc’s no later than one-thirty.”

He jumps with an ear to ear grin, slaps me on the back, and whistles loudly to a blonde across the room. I watch as she downs her drink, grabs her purse, and heads to the front door.“Thanks, Dad,” Kid whispers in my ear as he heads in the direction of his all-too-willing conquest of the night.

 

 

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Marie James: I’m a full-time, working mother of two boys and wife of 11 years. I’ve spent almost my entire lifetime living in central Texas, with only short stays in South Carolina, Alabama, and Florida. I’ve always wanted to write novels and just recently had the gumption to sit down and start one. My passions include reading everything under the sun and plotting out new books to write in the future.Kincaid is my 7th book. I’ve also written the Hale Series, Love ME Like That, and a FanFiction named Psychosis, featuring up and coming cover model, Matthew Hosea, as the main character. This book was done for fun and all of the proceeds are going to charity. All of my books are currently available on Amazon.

My current work-in-progress is a TOP SECRET FanFiction.

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Release Blitz ~ Hawke ~ by ~ Sawyer Bennett

 

 

Title: Hawke

Series: Carolina Cold Fury Hockey #5  

Author: Sawyer Bennett
Publisher: Loveswept

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release
Date: March 15, 2016

 

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The New York Times bestselling hockey series featuring the Carolina Cold Fury continues as the team’s most notorious party animal gets blindsided by the one that got away.Off the ice, elite defenseman Hawke Therrien enjoys his fair share of booze and good times. And why shouldn’t he? He’s worked his way up from the minor leagues and made himself a star. The only thing Hawke misses from that life is the pierced, tattooed free spirit who broke his heart without so much as an explanation. She’s almost unrecognizable when she walks back into his life seven years later—except for the look in her eyes that feels like a punch to the gut.

Vale Campbell isn’t the same girl she was at twenty. As crazy as she was about Hawke, her reckless behavior and out-of-control drinking were starting to scare her. She had to clean up her act, and that would never happen with Hawke around. Cutting him loose was the hardest thing Vale ever had to do—until now. Because she’s still crazy about Hawke. And if he could ever learn to forgive her, they just might have a future together.

 

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New York Times bestselling author Sawyer Bennett is a snarky Southern woman and reformed trial lawyer who decided to finally start putting on paper all of the stories that were floating in her head. Her husband works for a Fortune 100 company that lets him fly all over the world while she stays at home with their daughter and three big, furry dogs who hog the bed. Bennett would like to report that she doesn’t have many weaknesses but can be bribed with a nominal amount of milk chocolate. 

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Release Day Launch ~ Beneath These Lies ~ by ~ Meghan March

 

 

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BTL Amazon (2)Look, but don’t touch…she might as well wear a neon sign that says it. It just makes me want her more.

She might be above me in every way, but I still want her under me.

I’ve got no business touching her rich-girl skin, but that won’t stop me from stealing a taste. Because rules were meant to be broken—especially when the prize is so fine.

In a world where nothing is at it seems, what’s buried beneath these lies?

 

 

 

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meghanmarchpicMeghan March has been known to wear camo face paint and tromp around in woods wearing mud-covered boots, all while sporting a perfect manicure. She’s also impulsive, easily entertained, and absolutely unapologetic about the fact that she loves to read and write smut. Her past lives include slinging auto parts, selling lingerie, making custom jewelry, and practicing corporate law. Writing books about dirty talking alpha males and the strong, sassy women who bring them to their knees is by far the most fabulous job she’s ever had. She loves hearing from her readers at meghanmarchbooks@gmail.com.

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Release Blitz ~ Drop Dead Sexy ~ by ~ Katie Ashley

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For Olivia Sullivan, love is more a four letter curse word than a sentiment. Growing up as the daughter of a small town mortician, guys didn’t warm to the fact there were dead people in her house. At thirty, taking over the family business and becoming the town Coroner helped to cement her undateable status. Of course her past sex history didn’t help matters either.

Attempt number one with her first love ended barely before it got started with a horrific latex allergy hospitalization. Attempt number two had him coming and then going with an undiagnosed heart condition. For the past three years, Olivia has closed up shop for fear of what might happen next in the bedroom.

After being forced to go single to her mother’s lingerie shower, Olivia stumbles into an out of town bar with one intention: find an able bodied stud to go home with to end her losing sex streak. Enter Holden Caulfield Mains aka Catcher, who earned his nickname not just from the book he was named for, but for the fact he was sure to catch the attention any woman who came within a five mile radius. Waking up after a night of the most mind blowing sex she could have ever imagined, a horrified Olivia runs away thinking she’s left Catcher behind.

When Olivia’s small town is wracked by its first murder, she never could have imagined her one night stand would reappear in the form of the GBI’s lead investigator. To her mortification, Catcher isn’t ready to let go of their sizzling chemistry, and he doesn’t understand the meaning of no. As things start to heat up between them, the body count starts to rise, and they’re led on a wild goose chase from backwoods mountain Nudist Colonies to altercations with the Dixie Mafia. Can Olivia and Catcher survive to solve the murder while also not succumbing to their explosive passion?

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Author PhotoKatie Ashley is a New York Times, USA Today, and Amazon Best-Selling author. She lives outside of Atlanta, Georgia with her daughter, Olivia. She has a slight obsession with Pinterest, The Golden Girls, Shakespeare, Harry Potter, Designing Women, and Scooby-Doo.

With a BA in English, a BS in Secondary English Education, and a Masters in Adolescent English Education, she spent eleven years teaching both middle and high school English. As of January 2013, she became a full-time writer.

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