Blog Tour ~ The Year I Met August ~ by ~ Renea Porter

Title: The Year I Met August

Author: Renea Porter

Genre: New Adult Romance

Release Date: May 13, 2016

It was the summer before college and Murphy was ready to experience life, as any girl should. During an outing with her sister she meets August. He’s older, and more experienced than she is.

She knew a relationship at this point was almost pointless. With an internship at the end of summer and then college in the fall. Her schedule was full.

Murphy told herself that she could walk away from August without any repercussions. If only her heart had listened.

Walking away at the end of the summer was difficult. But they agreed to keep in touch and see each other whenever possible. They still didn’t put a label on their relationship.

Eventually August showed his true self. He was so ashamed, he hid his secret from her for as long as possible. Now that his secret was out, Murphy had no clue how to handle it.

Will she stay with him so they can deal with it together? Or will it be too much for her to take on?

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I took a drink of my tea. “I was supposed to just walk away after ten days. I thought that was possible. But clearly I was naïve in thinking so.”

“Hey. Don’t beat yourself up.”

“What if all this is too good to be true? They say if it’s too good to be true then it’s not real. I’m scared that August and I will drift apart, and I don’t know if I can handle that.”

She reached over and covered my hand with hers. “Quit over thinking it. Just go with it. Don’t you think you deserve to feel this way? He’s your first boyfriend. Yeah, you’ll have doubts, even fights. But that’s why they invented makeup sex.” She grinned.

“Melanie!”

She laughed. “Anyway, it’s good to sit and chat, but I should get you back.”

“Will you tell Mom hi for me? And that I love her. And that I’m sorry.”

Melanie stood and hugged me. “Of course. I got your back, always.” She flicked my hair over my shoulder.

We loaded back into the car and headed back to the house. We talked candidly on the way back, and soon, we arrived. “I guess I’ll say bye to you now. I don’t know if I’ll stop at the house or not.” She exited the car and hugged me tight.

With over ten books out, Renea Porter is best known for writing realistic stories with realistic characters. Her stories may even cause you to shed a tear or two. She mainly writes New Adult and Contemporary Romances. However, she’s not afraid to venture into other genre’s like Paranormal Romance.

She enjoys spending time with her husband of fourteen years, and step son. She calls Pennsylvania home, but loves to travel and try new things. In her free time you can catch her reading books, watching reality tv, and baking.

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Release Day Blitz ~ The Neighbors ~ by ~ Saige

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One woman. Two men. They are roommates… and they want to fuck her.

She’s just been dumped, so of course doing something spontaneous is first on the list.

What’s more spontaneous than a threesome with the neighbors that crave her?

That’s right. Nothing.

Saige writes really kinky erotica. Her stories ALWAYS have hot, dominant men included in plots that would probably never happen in real life. When she isn’t writing, she’s either reading or baking.

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Cover Reveal ~ The Color of Us ~ by ~ Laura Ward & Christine Manzari

Title: The Color of Us (College Bound

#2)

Authors: Laura Ward & Christine Manzari

Release Date: June 20, 2016

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Eighteen year old Alexis Sinclair is lost in the darkness of grief. Since the death of

her sister in a car accident, she can’t find the will to get out and enjoy life again. When

she’s forced to face her biggest fear and take a summer Driver’s Ed course, she’s

surprised to find hope in the most unlikely person.

Liam O’Connell is trouble. He isn’t proud of his dark past, and he

knows Alexis is the one girl he has no business pursuing. Doing the right thing has never been easy for

him, but this time, it just might be impossible.

The perfect girl and troubled boy are all wrong for each other, but as Liam helps

Alexis cope with her grief, they realize nothing has ever felt more right.

That is, until Alexis uncovers a secret about Liam that breaks her

heart.

Liam knows he can’t allow the one good thing in his life to walk away

without a fight, and he’s determined to convince Alexis they can find their way out of the

darkness together.

Can he prove he’s worthy of her, or is some love too tainted to be

saved?

He took a deep breath. “Our lives are completely different, Lex.” He

raised his hand in a loose fist, running the backs of his fingers along my jaw. My breath caught in my

chest as his thumb stroked over my skin in slow, gentle circles. “So different.” He stared

into my eyes, and I leaned forward, mirroring his posture. I placed my hand on his jaw. His chin was

rough with stubble and tight with worry.

“Help me understand.” My voice was needy, begging, but

that’s only because I was desperate to figure him out, to unlock the secrets he kept close. I

wanted to know how he could be the sweet, patient boy who taught me to drive and then beat the

living hell out of his friend a few days later. It didn’t add up for

me.

He reached up to grab my fingers that were still touching his cheek, and he

adjusted them so that he was holding my hand. “I didn’t grow up the way you did. The

only thing I could ever depend on were my fists. That’s how I protect myself and those I care

about. Yeah, Adam’s my boy, but he crossed a line. Said something he shouldn’t. And in

my world, when that happens, you teach a lesson. That lesson usually means

blood.”

I cringed at his bluntness and then felt guilty about it. He’d said our lives

were different, but that didn’t mean mine was better than his. I had no right to look down at

him. Too many people already did that. In my world, there were lessons and punishments too. They

were more calculated and less physical, but they were no less vicious. Like Melissa’s threat to get

her father to have Liam fired from the country club. When I thought about it, I wasn’t sure which

lesson was more cruel—fists or social war.

“What did Adam do to make you so mad? Was it because you wanted to

hang out with me instead of going to the levees?” God, I hope not.

That’d be the overreaction of the century.

Liam shook his head and traced patterns on my jaw with his thumb.

“It’s not important, angel. Just know that when you’re with me, you’re

safe. No one hurts you. No one touches you.” He leaned forward, letting his lips hover next to

mine. “If anyone tries to hurt you, I’ll make them pay. I mean

it.”

A chill skittered down my spine. The passion in his words was so strong that the

air around us was charged with unspoken promises. Why would Liam feel such a fierce need to protect

me? It frightened me that I enjoyed it so much. I swallowed. “Why did you call me

angel?”

He tilted his chin up and pressed his lips to my forehead and then trailed kisses

down my face, stopping to press his mouth to the corner of mine. He leaned back to let his eyes scan the

length of me, head to toe, as he grinned. “It’s hard not to think of you as an angel when

you’re dressed all in white and looking so goddamn perfect. You’re so…

good.” He shook his head with a sad smile. “I have no right to want you as much as I

do.”

His eyes darted to my lips, and then his mouth was on mine again, stealing the

words I wanted to say—I’m not perfect… I’m not good… I want

you too. He sucked on my lower lip, pulling it into his mouth with such gentleness I thought I

might melt into a puddle on his floorboards. How could so much rage be wrapped up in this much

tenderness?

My hands snaked around the back of Liam’s neck, and I moved to bring his

mouth back to mine, grazing the tip of my tongue against his. I could faintly taste the smoke of his

cigarette, but I could also taste the sugar of the funnel cake we’d shared. He was a heady mix of

danger and sweetness that was so uniquely Liam it made me crave more. I slid my tongue against his

again, and Liam’s groan was the only warning I got before his mouth was devouring mine,

demanding kisses from me that I was only too happy to return.

“You even taste good,” Liam murmured against my lips before

dropping his face to the curve of my neck where he nibbled along my skin, leaving goose bumps in his

wake. “I want to taste every single inch of you. I think I’m

addicted.”

His lips pressed against my pulse point, and I was sure he could feel the frantic

beating of my heart. My entire body felt like it was vibrating for him. I couldn’t decide what I

wanted more—for him to keep whispering his precious thoughts against my neck, or for him to

go back to worshipping my lips.

As if he knew my inner turmoil, Liam trailed a slow pathway of kisses up my neck

toward my greedy mouth.

“You look like an angel,” he said, whispering a kiss under my ear. His

quiet words trickled down my neck in a delicious shiver. “You act like an angel, too good to be

true.” He left a kiss on the side of my jaw before turning my face to his, his lips hovering over

mine with so much heat I thought he might burn me when he finally kissed me. “You’re

my angel, Lex. And I think you just might save me.”

Laura Ward lives in Maryland with her loud and very loving three children and husband. She

married her college sweetheart and is endlessly grateful for the support he has given her through all

their years together, and especially toward her goal of writing books. When not picking up toy trucks,

driving to lacrosse practice, or checking spelling homework, Laura is writing or reading romance novels.

Her debut novel, NOT YET, is a Top 100 Amazon Bestseller.

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crack the spine in at least five places. She wholeheartedly believes there is no place as comfy as the

pages of a well-worn book. She’s addicted to buying books, reading books, and writing books.

Books, books, books. She also has a weakness for adventure, inappropriate humor, and coke (the

caffeinated, bubbly kind). Christine is from Forest Hill, Maryland where she lives with her husband, three

kids, and her library of ugly spine books.

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Excerpt Reveal ~ Demand ~ by ~ Lisa Renee Jones

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“You are all kinds of tattooed hotness, Kayden Wilkens. Hawk.”

His lips curve. “Is that you talking or the wine?”

“It’s called liquid courage.”

“You’re adorably drunk.”

I stroke his cheek, which feels much better than mine. “But you’re here, and you are The Hawk and I know I’m safe.”

“You are safe with me, Ella.”

“I am, but you’re dangerous to everyone else.”

His expression sobers. “Is that what you think of me?”

“Don’t go getting serious on a drunk person. I didn’t mean that negatively—you’re everyone’s protector.” I grab his T-shirt. “I meant that the bad guys are in trouble when they piss you off. And I meant it like you’re a badass, thus the ‘you’re sexy’ comment. Wait. Did I say that or think that? I’m saying it now. You’re sexy.”

He flattens his hand at the small of my back. “Badass?”

“Badass.”

“Do you know how badly I want to be inside you right now? Right here?” His hands go to my sides, traveling to my breasts, his thumbs stroking my nipples to hard peaks.

I grab his hands as my cheeks flush. “Too bad I wore jeans. You’ll have to behave.”

“Will I?” he asks, flicking my nipple.

I grab his wrists, firming my voice. “Stop, because yes, you do. I am not getting undressed in public.”

He reaches down and fingers the easily undone laces that line the front of my jeans. “I’ll settle for you having an orgasm until we get home.”

I reach for his hand. “I can’t have an orgasm in public, either,” I say, but my body betrays me, my sex clenched and wet.

“That sounds like a challenge—and this is barely public.” He pulls several of my laces loose. “I told Niccolo I couldn’t command you to orgasm. I want to try.”

“You can,” I assure him. “You can pretty much just look at me and I’m wet.”

“Are you telling me you’re wet now?”

“Very—so take me home and do something about it.”

His hand goes to my jaw and he drags my gaze to his.

“I never thought I’d use the word home again—let alone have a woman I want to use it with. I love you, Ella.”

“I love you too—” He slips his fingers beneath the laces and suddenly they’re intimately pressed to my sex. “That was unfair!”

“You’re not wearing panties,” he observes, slipping a finger inside me.

“Kayden—”

“And you are very, very wet.” His head lowers, lips at my ear. “I would kill to feel you around me right now.”

I pant, and my sex clenches around his fingers. “You’re about to embarrass me.”

“No one can see us.”

“That’s not what I mean. I mean—” He thumbs my clit and presses another finger inside me. “I’m going to come really fast.” He kisses me, a deep slide of his tongue, and oh . . . oh . . .

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Still struggling with amnesia, Ella questions everything she’s known about Kayden Wilkens—the alluring stranger who claims to have found her unconscious in an alleyway a month earlier. But was he truly a stranger—or did Kayden know her before his supposed rescue? Tormented by the potential betrayal he denies, with fleeting memories of a bombshell in her recent past, Ella must face a hard reality. Every action has consequences . . . and trusting Kayden, the one thing she most desires, might result in the direst consequences of all.

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New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Lisa Renee Jones is the author of the highly acclaimed INSIDE OUT series, which is now in development for a television show to be produced by Suzanne Todd of Team Todd (Alice in Wonderland). Suzanne Todd on the INSIDE OUT series: Lisa has created a beautiful, complicated, and sensual world that is filled with intrigue and suspense. Sara’s character is strong, flawed, complex, and sexy – a modern girl we all can identify with. I’m thrilled to develop a television show that will tell Sara’s whole story – her life, her work, her friends, and her sexuality.

In addition to the success of Lisa’s INSIDE OUT series, she has published many successful titles. The TALL, DARK AND DEADLY series and THE SECRET LIFE OF AMY BENSEN series, both spent several months on a combination of the New York Times and USA Today bestselling lists. Lisa is presently working on a dark, edgy new series, Dirty Money, for St. Martin’s Press.
Prior to publishing Lisa owned multi-state staffing agency that was recognized many times by The Austin Business Journal and also praised by the Dallas Women’s Magazine. In 1998 Lisa was listed as the #7 growing women owned business in Entrepreneur Magazine.

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Release Day Blitz ~ Panty Whisperer ~ by ~ Sloane Howell

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I love women. I’m not ashamed to admit that making a beautiful woman come is my main goal in life—one that I accomplish night after night. Women are as drawn to me as I am to them. I don’t get turned down. It’s not a brag, just a fact. At least it was a fact. Until I met Quinn—the one woman who didn’t fall for my easy charm. Now, I have to have her. She may not want to get close, may not want to admit that I turn her on and can give her a night that she’ll never forget, but she was mine the first moment I saw her. Eventually, I’ll have her beneath me, my hands in her hair, and my name on her lips. It’s what I do. I’m the Panty Whisperer.

“Jesus Christ. You’re going to leave me on the side of the highway?” I glare back at him. “Why are you doing this?”

“Because it’s my job.”

I stare at him like he’s some kind of strange alien. “What the fuck are you talking about? This is your job? You’re not making any sense.”

He rolls his eyes and starts slow clapping. “Very good, Herbert. Jesus H Christ, man.”

I’m still trying to figure out what he’s talking about as I lean up against the car. He still looks like he wants to whip my ass on the side of the road.

“Well, explain. I’m so stupid I obviously don’t get it.”

I can practically hear his jaw grinding. “Have you thought about Quinn the entire trip?” He takes a step toward me.

I try to think. Actually, I haven’t thought about her once.

“Or have you been pissed at me the entire time?”

I shove my hands in my pockets and look down at the ground.

“That’s what I thought. You’ve been pissed off at me. Worried about how fast we’re going. Do you know why I’m going slow? Because that girl that you supposedly love needs some fucking time to think. And god forbid she get more than just a couple of hours because the goddamned Panty Whisperer isn’t getting what he wants at the moment.” He takes another step toward me, and his eyes are bloodshot, haunting me as I look up at him. “Oh, you can blow her off for days, and she’s just supposed to drop everything for you. When you decide to come around. When you just show up at the airport, and her fucking job, busting into the middle of meetings at her work. No, you’re a fucking train wreck right now and I’m tired of watching you fuck it up. Tommy will take it from here. And if it means you being a pissed off little cry baby in the seat next to me, so be it, if it keeps you from being a little clingy ass stalker.”

I look at him, knowing he’s right, and the anger seems to have faded with his words. I give him a slight shrug. “I didn’t stalk her.”

A smile tries to fight through his now fake anger. “Yes you did. You stalked that poor girl all stalkily. Stalker Texas Ranger. You could write a short story about it if you want, William Stalkner.”

I turn to get in the car as he walks around the front, still staying in character as he points two fingers at his eyes and then points them at me. He opens his door and gets back in the car. Turning the key, he looks over at me.

“Go ahead, I know you have at least one more.” I chuckle.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He puts the car in drive and gets back on the highway.

I reach for my phone to check my messages.

“Don’t you pull out that goddamn phone.” He gives me a side eye. “Fuck around and Joffrey will cut your head off, Ned Stalk.”

Sloane Howell lives in the Midwest United States and writes dirty stories. When not reading or writing he enjoys hanging out with his family, watching sports, playing with the dogs, traveling, and engaging his readers on social media. You can almost always catch him on Twitter posting something goofy.

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Cover Reveal ~ Moonshot ~ by ~ Alessandra Torre

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Title: Moonshot

Author: Alessandra Torre

Genre: Romantic Suspense/Sports Romance

Release: July 4th

Cover Artist: Sommer Stein with Perfect Pear Creations

Model: McKinli Hatch

Photographer: Perrywinkle Photography

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Synopsis:

Baseball isn’t supposed to be a game of life and death…

The summer that Chase Stern entered my life, I was seventeen. The daughter of a legend, the Yankees were my family, their stadium my home, their dugout my workplace. My focus was on the game. Chase … he started out as a distraction. A distraction with sex appeal poured into every inch of his six foot frame. A distraction who played like a god and partied like a devil.

I tried to stay away. I couldn’t.

Then, the team started losing.

Women started dying.

And everything in my world broke apart.

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Alessandra Torre is an award-winning New York Times bestselling author of eleven novels. Her books focus on romance and suspense, all with a strong undercurrent of sexuality. Torre has been featured in such publications as Elle and Elle UK, co-hosted Dirty Sexy Funny with Jenny McCarthy, as well as guest blogged for the Huffington Post and RT Book Reviews. She is also the Bedroom Blogger for Cosmopolitan.com.

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Release Blitz ~ The Meltdown of Mad Dog ~ by ~ KE Osborn

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The Meltdown of Mad Dog

(Satan’s Savages MC, #4)

My name is Mad Dog.

I’m the President of the Virginia Satan’s Savages MC.

I’m a man with nothing left to fight for.

My name is Amelia.

My life’s a mess.

All because of my ex-husband and his Goddamned MC Club.

In the early days, Mad Dog and Amelia were undeniably happy. Their life in the club together, along with their three young boys, was bliss. That was until one fateful night their world turned upside down. Having their lives torn apart pulled them in opposite directions.

Mad Dog is trying to run a club that’s failing miserably, and all he can think of is the family he once had and lost. With the club irreparably broken—his family gone, his brothers turning on him—Mad Dog is losing track of everything, and running the club in a direction no one saw coming. The Cartel is on his back, and he wants war. But will the war only lead him down the path to the inevitable? A Meltdown of Mad Dog?

Meltdown of Mad Dog (Satan’s Savages MC #4)
by K.E. Osborn

Clicking my tongue against the roof of my mouth, I glance down at the knife as he digs the blade in slightly further. The sharp sting of the tip piercing my skin is followed by the warm trickle of blood slides down my neck through my beard. “Okay, I’ll behave. Just tell me why I’m here.”

“Straight to the point, just like you said. Okay. My offer. You choose to willingly stop with the lackeys distributing your E tablets, and I’ll leave your club alone. But, if you go behind our backs, and try to distribute without our knowledge again, we will come after you, without hesitation.”

Smirking, I shake my head. “Jesús, that’s not an offer, that’s horse shit. You’re telling me to give up good money, and to stop trading in something my club has been doing since its inception, thirty years ago. Why would I give it up for you?”

He sniffs, rubbing his chin and pulls the knife away from my neck, taking a step back. “Okay, you want me to play hardball? Then you give me no option. You stop your distribution. You pull your lackeys, you get out of drugs and guns completely. One hundred percent. I mean all the way. Change things up. Go into a business, make money legitimately. I really don’t give two flying fucks how you source your income, just not through drugs and guns in South Australia. You hand in your supply of everything you have in stock at the moment and, in return, I won’t go after your family.”

My chest tightens and a cold shiver runs down my spine, but I don’t want him to know I’m rattled so I play dumb. “My club is my family.”

“Oh, so if I went after a fiery little red-head called Willow, and sliced her open in front of Dylan, how exactly would that sit with you? And then after Dylan was a mess from watching me slice open his Old Lady, I would dice him up, too. Then to top it all off, I’d bring in Amelia and fuck her so hard she would bleed like a river. Then I’d torture her right in front of you, making you watch every second as you take in her pain-filled screams, knowing you were the reason she was going through that pain, all because you wouldn’t give up the drugs and guns for the sake of… business. It would be a shame.”

An insatiable wave of hatred and anger boils from within me. My fists ball at my sides, and my muscles clench all over my body. Hearing him talk about my family like that was excruciatingly painful, and imagine it in my head was even worse. My neck tenses as my jaw clenches, my eyes twitch as I stare at a smirking Jesús. The anger consumes me as everything blurs around me. I lunge forward screaming at the top of my lungs reaching out for him. My anger is an untamed beast, with the ferocity of a caged lion, ready to attack. But before I can reach him I’m pulled back, my arms held to my side as I groan, kick and scream to get to him.

I’m losing the plot.

No one talks about Millie that way, no one!

“I’m going to fucking kill you myself,” I yell. Jesús shakes his head with a sigh and raises his eyebrow.

“No, you won’t, because if anything happens to me, contingencies are in place. If I die, what I just said will happen to your family, slowly and painfully. If José dies, same thing. If we hear of you trading with your lackeys, well I’ll give you three guesses as to what happens, but my guess is you only need one.”

My bottom lip trembles as my heart races in my chest, and my breathing is so rushed and harsh spit is flying out of my mouth. “What did I do to you?”

Jesús frowns and tilts his head. “Oh, come now, you know this isn’t personal. I just happened to step into your territory, but I appear to be the bigger and better dog as it were. Sometimes a dog just has to know when to… roll over.”

The Meltdown of Mad Dog answers SO many questions I had since starting the series. You finally find out what happened between Amelia (Millie) and Mad Dog and what caused her to run but not divorce him.

This book/series is based in Australia so the slang is Australian but the author added a convenient “dictionary” into the Aussie terms and slang. That was very helpful.

I LOVE MC series and Satan’s Savages wasn’t any different! I do have to say that Dylan might be my favorite. But Mad Dog and his clear love of Dylan definitely ranked him up towards the top!

I hope more books come featuring these characters!

4 Stars!

The Violet Widow (Shattered Heart, #1)

I was a wife.

I was a mother.

Now… I’m a Madam.

I had a loving family. A husband and son who I adored until they were tragically ripped from me. Something inside me died the same time they did. My heart stopped beating. I had to become stronger, tougher. I had to close down my emotions and become someone entirely different to who I was before.

I became the Violet Widow.

Now, I run a high-class escort and sex worker agency. To my staff, I’m known only as Boss. No one knows my past, and I don’t have a future. That was until he walked into my life.

I’m Hudson Stone. Meeting someone like her was never part of my life plan. My life is my work and I put everything I have into my career choice. I’m strong willed, passionate and loyal, but cross me or the ones I love and you will pay. Vengeance is in my blood and I’m out to seek it. Until she stepped into my world–beautiful, sassy and confident, she had the power to destroy me.

Will their paths collide or will their secrets explode, leaving their hearts shattered and lives in tatters.

A Different Shade of Violet (Shattered Heart, #2)

I’m being hunted.

I am trapped.

Now… I’ll be tortured.

I had everything again, after losing it all. When Hudson found out I was a madam, I lost him and my will to function. Something in me died when he left. My heart stopped beating… again. After losing Danny and Caiden, losing Hudson too was a whole new world of hurt. Violet Dyson was closing herself off to the renewed pain and The Violet Widow was slowly resurfacing.

With all fight gone, Violet’s courage will be tested when the unrelenting Satan’s Savages MC show up on her doorstep and turn her world into utter chaos. They will stop at nothing to annihilate her, and without Hudson—her rock by her side—can she withstand the enemies she is facing? When Hudson is thrust back into her life, can their love conquer the evil that lies ahead, or were they doomed from the very beginning?

Australian author K E Osborn was born and raised in Adelaide, South Australia. With a background in graphic design and a flair for all things creative, she felt compelled to write the story brewing in her mind.

Writing gives her life purpose. It makes her feel, laugh, cry, and get completely enveloped with the characters and their story lines. She feels completely at home when writing and wouldn’t consider doing anything else.

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Excerpt Reveal ~ Dirty Girl ~ by ~ Meghan March

Synopsis

Desperately seeking rich, famous, single guy with a giant cock to make my lying, cheating, should’ve-been-born-dickless ex-boyfriend realize what he’s just lost.

Oh, and I give great head. Just sayin’.

No man in his right mind would answer that ad.

Except thousands did.

My name is Greer Karas, and I should never be allowed near another bottle of booze again. Because when I drink, my friend and I do stupid things. Like take a page out of my older brother Creighton’s playbook and post something completely asinine on the Internet. Waking up with a giant hangover to find my humiliating personal ad has gone viral is not my finest moment.

Cue my look of shock when one of Hollywood’s hottest new bad boys, Cavanaugh Westman, comes knocking at my door and drops his pants to prove that he does indeed have a giant cock.

What he doesn’t have is an explanation for why he disappeared from my life without a word three years ago, only to show up on the big screen two years later, killing bad guys in action flicks.

And now he wants me again.

What the hell do I do now?

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Greer

No. Fucking. Way.

Can you photoshop real life? Because that’s the only way I can possibly be seeing through my peephole what I’m seeing right now.

Cavanaugh Westman. In the flesh. Outside my door.

The knock stopped me mid-shuffle on the way to my coffeemaker. So that makes me an uncaffeinated, makeup-less, messy-bunned, legging-wearing couch surfer who hasn’t showered in the two days I’ve spent holed up in my apartment.

He can’t see me like this.

I’ve had so many fantasies of how it will go when I finally came face-to-face with Cav again. I’ll be wearing something sexy, yet classy. Perfect hair, makeup, eyebrows. I’ll adopt a casually disinterested mien. He’ll be devastated when he realizes what he missed out on by standing me up that night and disappearing without a word.

There’s no way in hell I’m answering that door. Cav Westman can sit out in my hallway all day. Not opening it.

But Cav reads my mind, the bastard.

“Open the door, baby girl. Your message came through loud and clear with that ad.”

A barely audible gasp escapes my lungs.

“That’s right, I know you’re standing there. So, open the door, Greer.”

His deep, gravelly voice stirs memories I thought I wiped out of my brain. Apparently not.

I rush to the couch to grab my phone. I need to text Banner. Need to freak out with her and schedule an emergency spa day so I can be all the things I need to be before facing him again.

My thoughts come to a screeching halt. I do not need to impress Cav Westman. He’s nothing to me. And I can prove it right now by opening the door. He’ll see exactly how much I don’t care about his opinion.

Before I can change my mind, or look down at my shirt to make sure I’m not sporting any stains from yesterday’s coffee, I reach for the dead bolts and unlock them before I twist the doorknob and tug.

As soon as the door is open, I know I’ve made a terrible mistake.

Through the peephole, he was marginally distorted. On the billboards and movie posters plastered to the sides of buses in the city, he looked like a total stranger. But Cav in the flesh?

Devastating.

I lose my grip on the door and it swings open.

How does he not look older? No new lines bracket his mouth or crease the corners of his eyes. Instead, a new scar curves along his jaw, giving him a sexier, more dangerous look. His shoulders are impossibly broader, making his hips seem even narrower.

His hazel eyes flash as he takes me in—at least they haven’t changed. Today they’re more tawny gold than gray or green. Guessing what color they would be was part of the game I played with myself before. His dark brown hair is sexy and disheveled, longer than the buzz cut he had before, but everything else is the same. Worn jeans, a plain T-shirt, and scuffed boots. Strong, bold features that many a man would find impossible to carry off, but are the reason millions of women would line up to have Cavanaugh Westman’s babies.

“What are you doing here?” I whisper, reminding myself that I no longer have some naive fantasy of being the one for Cav.

His gaze returns to my face, and I know his inspection of me can’t be nearly as flattering as mine of him.

I’m waiting for him to say something . . . anything. Like an apology or an explanation for disappearing three years ago, but instead I get something completely different.

His hands drop to the button of his jeans. “Based on your ad, the inspection isn’t quite complete.”

If my jaw could drop to the floor like a cartoon character’s, it would.

Oh. My. God. I never saw what he was packing before, only a grazing handful the one night I finally got bold, but he put me off, promising me a night that never happened.

I stand like a slack-jawed moron and force my gaze to his face.

“What are you doing?”

His wicked grin—one he uses so rarely, even in the movies of his I’ll never admit I’ve seen—wipes away the three years between our past and present.

The hiss of the zipper comes next.

I keep my gaze on his face as his eyes dare me. To look or to stop him, I’m not sure which.

“Apparently you’ve changed your requirements for wooing, baby girl.”

The endearment on his lips brings back another wave of memories, but the flex of his bicep against the sleeve of his T-shirt steals my attention.

Oh. My. God.

He’s gripping his cock, stroking it, isn’t he? All I have to do is look down, and I’ll have more than one question answered.

“You know you wanna look.”

The dare is there again. And he’s right. I want to look. So I do.

Sweet Jesus.

Oh. My. Hell.

Well, let’s just say Cav knocked that requirement out of the park. The sight of his long, thick cock in his big, capable hand sends heat rushing south through my body, pooling between my thighs. My nipples, sans bra, strain against the material of my shirt. Cav’s gaze drops as well—to my chest.

The room pulses with a desperate intensity. Hanging between us is the night we never had. The one he walked away from.

I have two choices. Take what I want, what I asked for, or hold on to the rejection he dealt me three years ago.

My brain short-circuits on one thought—life is short, and you never know if you’ll get a second chance.

So I step forward, wrap one hand around his neck and the other around his cock, and kiss him for everything I’m worth.

Dirty Girl is an amazingly HOT, DIRTY, read! It’s best to read The Dirty Billionaire Trilogy first – you don’t have to but you will meet more of the characters then. Plus you get introduced to the way of how the Karas family does things to get the opposite sex’s attention. And boy howdy, do they!

Greer does the 21st Century version of a drunk dial/text and places a very suggestive (read as impulsively honest and vulgar) ad indirectly pointed at someone from her past. Well said person gets the message and answers Greer’s ad. And explains – somewhat – why they were separated years ago. And cue shenanigans!

You want more? Read the book! Just be prepared for one HELL of a cliffhanger that will make you die for May 31st and Dirty Love’s release!

5 Stars!

Meghan 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 Day Blitz ~ Pulling His Trigger ~ by ~ Alexa Riley

Vincent and MacKenzie have found their happily ever after, and now they’re just kicking back and enjoying life.

But Mac is hiding something.

Vincent has known for some time, but he loves Mac more than anything and he’ll wait for her to reveal the truth.

Warning: It’s the same intense love as before, but this can be read as a standalone. So whether you’re new to Vincent worshiping his woman and Mac’s sassy mouth, or if you loved reading about them before and want to see how they’re doing, hop on!

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“God, you’re so beautiful. I love you,” I say, tucking her dark hair behind her ear.

She bites her lip again, and I think she’s finally going to tell me. But just as she takes a breath, the door to the range opens.

“Yo, Casper! You done?” Knox shouts from the doorway, and I want to punch him in his face.

He can’t see us from where we’re standing, but she was so close to telling me. He knows we were in here fucking, so what could he possibly want?

“What the fuck do you want, Scribe? I’ve still got Vince twelve inches deep!” There’s a hint of relief in her voice, and I wonder if she’s thankful for the interruption.

“Pres wants a meeting.”

I hear the door shut, and we’re alone again. The moment has passed, and she’s not going to tell me right now, but hopefully it’ll happen soon. I can’t stand the wait much longer.

“Hey, everything okay?” I ask, holding her chin and kissing her lips softly.

“Yeah, just have some stuff I need to take care of.”

I pull out of her, and a rush of her cum and mine flows out behind me. She moves her shorts over. They’re soaked in the crotch, and she lets out an annoyed sigh.

“Don’t act like you don’t love that,” I say, reaching down and rubbing the wet shorts against her pussy. “I fucking love knowing my cum is smeared all over you.”

“Fine,” she says giving me a wicked smile and another quick kiss. “But you’re cleaning me up after this meeting is over. Get that tongue ready, Shield.” With that, she turns to walk out.

Tucking myself into my jeans, I follow behind her, smacking her ass. “Anything you want, baby.”

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If I was a poet, there would be a fantastically worded prose dedicated to the amazingness that is Alexa Riley books. However, I stink as a writer, so you just get my OMG this book is AWESOME!!!!

Vincent and Mackenzie have such an amazing relationship. Vincent is CLEARLY infatuated with Mac aka Casper and he is just as adored by her. I love how spunky and fierce and independent Mac is and how Vincent doesn’t try to curtail it and instead celebrates her badass-ness. He totally accepts and regales his title as Casper’s “Old Man” and loves making it clear to everyone that she’s his.

BUT there is one thing that will cause Vincent to clip Mac’s wings…. And you find out in this book. And you also get a taste of maybe Knox’s story??

5 Stars!

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Pulling Her Trigger #1

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Beauty and the Biker #2

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Letting Her Lead #3

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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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Cover Reveal ~ Love Entwined ~ by ~ M.C. Decker

Title: Love Entwined

Author: M.C. Decker

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Cover Design: Kari Ayasha, Cover to Cover Designs

Photography: Lauren Perry, Perrywinkle Photography

Release Date: June 22, 2016

Blurb

Are second chances possible in a world plagued with devastating loss, difficult obstacles and everyday commitments?

Having a very genuine understanding of death and grief, Ireland O’Brien has been able to put aside her anger and move forward with a career of helping orphaned children – making their lives better, even though she’s kept her own pain deeply buried within her heart.Architectural engineer J. Bentley Roberts has also experienced his fair share of heartache. Nearly two decades ago, he suffered the loss of his role model and high school sweetheart in the same tragic accident. And, more recently, Bentley said goodbye to his marriage – leaving him to not only dust himself off, but also to help pick up his teenage son in the unsettling process.

As both of their best friends get ready to say their “I dos,” Ireland and Bentley find themselves together again after twenty years apart.

Will they be able to fight their past demons to finally find the love that’s always entwined them?

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M.C. Decker is the author of the Unspoken Series, which includes Unwritten and Unscripted, and the upcoming standalone novel Love Entwined. She lives in a suburb of Flint, Michigan with her husband, Brian, and spoiled-rotten Siamese cat, Simon. For the last decade, she has worked as a journalist for several community newspapers in Mid-Michigan and Michigan’s Thumb region. She enjoys all things ’80s and ’90s pop culture: movies, boy bands, music and especially the color, hot pink. She also strictly lives by the motto, “Life is better in flip flops,” and is a diehard Detroit Tigers fan.

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