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.
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.
When you fall in love with the most unexpected person, at the most unexpected time……Ryan “Renegade” Kepler
I’m the type of man who knows what I want. I make up my mind and stay in my lane, never veering off the course I set for myself.
Going into the military? Did it. Youngest member of the Moonshine Task Force?
That’s me. Get my best friend’s older sister in bed? It was my pleasure.
Age means nothing to me. I’ve seen and done things men twice my age never will. What I want more than anything is someone to share my life with and that person is my best friend’s older sister, Whitney.
Whitney Trumbolt
Ryan is ten years my junior, but damn, being a cougar never felt as good as it did the night we spent together. Now I’m struggling with wanting things to either go back to the way they were or spend every night in his arms.
Make my wedding planning company the best in the south? Did it. Ignore the way my body trembles when I see Ryan? Epic fail. Freak out when I see a positive pregnancy test staring back at me? Complete with mascara running down my face and clutching my pearls.
Looks like things won’t go back to the way they were. There’s a man in my life that doesn’t take no for an answer. He’s the one who makes my blood run hot, cheeks turn red, and heart beat wildly within my chest. His name is Renegade.
Author Bio
Laramie Briscoe is the best-selling author of the Heaven Hill Series & the Rockin’ Country Series.Since self-publishing her first book in May of 2013, Laramie Briscoe has published over 10 books. She’s appeared on the Top 100 Bestselling E-books Lists on iBooks, Amazon Kindle, Kobo, and Barnes & Noble. She’s been called “a very young Maya Banks” (Amazon reviewer) and her books have been accused of being “sexy, family-oriented, romances with heart”.
When she’s not writing alpha males who seriously love their women, she loves spending time with friends, reading, and marathoning shows on her DVR. Married to her high school sweetheart, Laramie lives in Bowling Green, KY with her husband (the Travel Coordinator) and a sometimes crazy cat named Beau.


I’m Emerson, and my “to do” list is longer than I’d like. You might wonder what kind of woman comes up with a sex bucket list? Answer — the kind who’s been in a sex drought, has two crazy girlfriends encouraging her, and one too many bottles of wine.
This kind of list requires special skill. And I have just the man in mind to help me. He’s younger. So that checks one thing off my list. And he’s the kind of man every woman should sleep with at least once in her life. The kind of man who knows his way around a woman’s body. And God, I’d like him to know mine.
Armed with new lingerie and a fancy high-tech vibrator, I’m taking charge. Of love, of life, and my libido. How hard can that be? Well, judging by the rate of pole dancing injuries, I might be in trouble.
But how much trouble can one woman get in? Giving your panties to a stranger isn’t illegal in Georgia, is it?
Grab a pen and make your own Sex Bucket List!

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Prescott Lane is the Amazon best-selling author of Stripped Raw. She’s got six other books under her belt including: First Position, Perfectly Broken, Quiet Angel, Wrapped in Lace, Layers of Her, and The Reason for Me. She is originally from Little Rock, Arkansas, and holds a degree in sociology and a MSW from Tulane University. She married her college sweetheart, and they currently live in New Orleans with their two children and two crazy dogs. Prescott started writing at the age of five, and sold her first story about a talking turtle to her father for a quarter. She later turned to writing romance novels because there aren’t enough happily ever afters in real life.
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Award Winning Author, Tish Thawer, writes paranormal romances for all ages. From her first paranormal cartoon, Isis, to the Twilight phenomenon, myth, magic, and superpowers have always held a special place in her heart.

While secretly protecting the king’s daughter, Jocelyn Marske left her realm to learn more about her powers. She accepted the sacrifices she was making, including finding the one man destined to be hers.With her powers no longer a secret, Jocelyn’s not sure there is a place for her in this world. Until the day Gunnar steps into her life and for one brief moment she has everything she wants. But things aren’t as easy as they seem…
Jocelyn and Gunnar have no idea what awaits them. A secret they never expected. One that can kill them or make them stronger.
With the rebels hunting them at every turn, will Gunnar and Jocelyn realize that the need each other more now than ever?

My name is Carly Porter… And I’m really good at bad decisions.

I close my eyes and slip one leg out of the window.
Everybody can see my panties.
Not that anyone is here, but I just know everybody can.
This is horrible. And it hurts.
I’m never dating again.
I’m going to buy fifty cats. They’ll never make me climb out of a bathroom window.
“You’re looking at my underwear, aren’t you?” I ask, unfortunately pausing with my legs wide open.
“No.”
“Liar.”
“It’s nice underwear.”
“Oh god.” I swing my other leg down a little too quick.
My dress rides up.
Right over my ass.
And my feet can’t reach the crates.
Zeke chuckles.
“Help me, you pig!”
More laughter.
“I’m gonna be stuck here forever. Oh my god.”
The bathroom door opens.
Can this get any worse?
A fifty-something woman I don’t recognize freezes in the middle of the restroom.
I smile sweetly.
She eyes me suspiciously before shuffling into a cubicle.
“Get me down!” I hiss, kicking my legs. “Now, Ezekiel!”
Something scrapes and knocks together.
“Still so hot when you call me that. Especially when your ass is out.” Thud. “All right, sweetcheeks. I’ve got you.”
“Sweetcheeks? What is wrong with you?”
“Look, you can hang there all night bitchin’ at me if you want, but it’s not my bare ass in the middle of the alley. As much as I’m enjoying the view.”
“Oh my god,” I groan. “You swear you’ll catch me?”
“I swear.” His fingertips brush against my bare legs.
My shudder is disguised by the trembling of my arms as I lower myself down.
Zeke’s fingers trail up the outsides of my thighs until he grasps my waist. “Let go.”
I freeze, tensing up.
“Carly, let go. I have hold of you. I won’t drop you.”
Still tensed, I let go of the window ledge.
My life flashes before my eyes. Seriously. I see everything from my first memory to the moment I let go of the ledge and I squeal because I’m going to die and I know that he’s going to drop me and—
Zeke’s strong grip solidifies when he wraps his arm around my waist and holds me against him. “There,” he says calmly into my ear. “You dropped about six inches. You’re hardly cliff-diving.”
I open my eyes and look down at where his arm is pressed across my stomach. His grip is tight, and the popping veins on his forearm trace tantalizing lines across his skin.
And my dress is still around my hips.
I reach down and tug the material over my upper thighs. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” He releases me, and when he jumps down from the crates, I see a flash of his cocky grin. “Nice thong.”
That explains the grin.
I clear my throat. “Thank you. It took me an hour to pick.”
“From your drawer?”
“No. From Victoria Secret. Have you seen how many panties are on that website?”
Zeke holds his hands out for me to take. “Oh, yeah. I’m wearing a pair right now.”
My lips curve slowly as I step down onto the ground. “Interesting. What type? Brief? Thong? Boy short? V-string?”
He blinks at me when I put my shoes on. “Why do you need so many different types? It’d be much easier if you just wore none at all.”
Zeke!!! I ❤ Zeke!! Plus Carly and Brooke and their crazy shenanigans. I totally love those girls and their craziness that seems to make perfect sense at times – like talking to wine.
Carly has GOT to forget about her best friend’s older brother Zeke because he is just not the right guy for her. Period. Forget the fact that after some drinks, they had a drunken hook-up. But that can’t happen again! But now Zeke seems to be everywhere Carly is and is constantly reminding her about the night they won’t speak of.
Hysterically funny and a great, light-hearted read!
5 stars!
By day, New York Times and USA Today bestselling New Adult author Emma Hart dons a cape and calls herself Super Mum to two beautiful little monsters. By night, she drops the cape, pours a glass of whatever she fancies—usually wine—and writes books.
Emma is working on Top Secret projects she will share with her followers and fans at every available opportunity. Naturally, all Top Secret projects involve a dashingly hot guy who likes to forget to wear a shirt, a sprinkling (or several) of hold-onto-your-panties hot scenes, and a whole lotta love.
She likes to be busy—unless busy involves doing the dishes, but that seems to be when all the ideas come to life.



EXCERPT:
As he slowly closed the door behind him and moved his eyes to look through the room, taking it in, she watched them get wide.
They dropped to her and his amusement was clear. Not only radiating from his gaze but twitching his lips.
Another unusual—and unacceptable—reaction.
He thought this was funny.
She hoped like fuck she had the opportunity to prove him wrong.
She crossed her arms on her chest and slightly put out a foot, like she was about to start tapping her toe. In the wrap dress she wore, she knew this opened the overlap, not exposing anything, but the promise for him was impossible to resist.
His attention dropped to her legs.
“In the playrooms,” she began with a snap, and his gaze cut to hers, “I want eye contact. Unless otherwise instructed, you should not only feel free to look me directly in the eyes, if I’m in your line of sight or I’m not giving you something that your body’s natural reaction would make it difficult to meet my gaze, I require it.”
She stood there staring as he did nothing but dip his chin in acknowledgment.
Cheeky.
Exceptionally cheeky.
Fabulous.
“Unless I’ve asked for their silence or for them to ask for leave to speak, I also require my toys to respond when they’re spoken to. Even if it’s only a ‘yes, Mistress,’ or ‘no, Mistress.’”
His stance relaxed, like he was settling in at the beginning of a show he found vaguely intriguing, and his deep rumble of a voice bounced like boulders through the room. “Yes, Mistress.”
Christ, even his voice declared his challenge.
“Excellent,” she allowed. “Your name?”
“Olivier,” he answered.
French.
Also unusual, at least in this country. And interesting.
She liked it a great deal.
She studied him.
He let her, holding her eyes.
“I’m Mistress Amélie,” she eventually informed him.
“I know. You got a lotta fans out there…Mistress.”
The hesitation over him saying “Mistress” gave less of the impression he was testing her and more of the strange impression the word was unpracticed when, with any experienced sub, it would slip right off their tongue.
She made no comment to that.
“There are things we should go over,” she remarked.
“Right,” he stated, his big body adjusting again, now like he was settling in further, intent on giving her the same attention he would a flight attendant who gave the safety address.
That being no more than a courtesy.
She fought the shiver his actions created but allowed the irritation.
“Your safe word is kitten,” she stated.
“Yes, Mistress.”
“You’re open to any kind of play,” she went on.
“Yes, Mistress.”
“It’s important and now’s the time to share should there be anything you wish me to shy away from, Olivier. Especially as this is the first time I’ve played with you.”
Something in his eyes flashed. Blue eyes that were the color of nothing and everything. Not sky. Not sea. Not midnight. A pure blue that only existed in the unchartable depths of a rainbow.
She felt that flash snake up between her thighs, taking residence in her womb.
He wanted this conversation done so she would play with him. He wanted the preliminaries over so they’d get to the good stuff.
He wanted her.
She stared into those blue eyes and for a moment felt mesmerized.
For God’s sake, Leigh, she berated herself in an effort to pull it together. Rainbow?
“Olivier,” she prompted.
“I’m open to anything,” he confirmed.

Super hot and sassy just like you expect a Kristen Ashley story to be. But this is different. Amelie is a highly sought after Domme in the Bee’s Honey club. But she is very selective and knows exactly what she wants. Olivier is a big mountain of a man that immediately attracts Amelie and she wants him for herself.
Thus starts a hot, spicy, D/s relationship but so much more. Olly and Leigh both care about each other deeply and truly want to know about the other. While Amelie wants to break Olivier but is very careful and caring in how she does so.
So different from any other Kristen Ashley book but just as exciting and kicka** as her stories are. Amelie is a strong, independent woman and Olivier is a big, strong, alpha who needs a woman just as strong.
Can’t wait to read book 2!
5 stars!
About Kristen Ashley:
Kristen Ashley was born in Gary, Indiana, USA and nearly killed her mother and herself making it into the world, seeing as she had the umbilical cord wrapped around her neck (already attempting to accessorise and she hadn’t taken her first breath!). Her mother said they took Kristen away, put her Mom back in her room, her mother looked out the window, and Gary was on fire (Dr. King had been assassinated four days before). Kristen’s Mom remembered thinking it was the end of the world. Quite the dramatic beginning.
Nothing’s changed.
Kristen grew up in Brownsburg, Indiana and has lived in Denver, Colorado and the West Country of England. Thus, she’s blessed to have friends and family around the globe. Her family was (is) loopy (to say the least) but loopy is good when you want to write. They all lived together on a very small farm in a small farm town in the heartland. She grew up with Glenn Miller, The Everly Brothers, REO Speedwagon and Whitesnake (and the wardrobes that matched).
Needless to say, growing up in a house full of music, clothes and love was a good way to grow up.
And as she keeps growing, it keeps getting better.
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Margaret Vincent Foster came into the world with two things: money and a rebellious streak. She can’t find the love of her life, so she fills the void by dating characters you would normally only find in the drunk tank on a full moon. She’s the girl your parents never thought to warn you about. She will steal your heart, and maybe a little bit of your soul.Maggie’s only goal is to not end up like her socialite parents and their friends. They want her to settle down and be comfortable, and all Maggie can think about is a boy in a Star Wars costume she met half a lifetime ago. Her prized velvet Elvis and celebrity hair clippings in tow, she drags everyone along as she carves her own path in the world.
When others are going down, Maggie is going up.

Maggie is crazy. Full-on, the world is her oyster, cray cray. And I LOVE it! She is full of the unexpected and she keeps you guessing! And her relationship with her parents – her mother especially – reminds me of Lorelai Gilmore in a way. At 16, she is able to convince her mother to take her to San Diego for Comic Con. While there, Maggie meets the male version of herself, Finn, and immediately clicks with him. And they lose touch after a magical afternoon.
We go through the years and understand that Maggie has always been different and beats to the tune of her own drum. Meanwhile dreaming of Finn and the connection they had….
And that’s all I’m saying. You want a dose of hilarity, sweetness, crazy quirks, READ THIS!!!
When Katherine Stevens isn’t writing, she can usually be found opening juice boxes and looking for lost shoes. Her kids keep her quite busy and always zig-zagging across the line of sanity. She is a lifelong Texan with a terrible sense of direction and even worse memory. She thinks life is entirely too hard if you don’t laugh your way through it.
As a child, she dreamed of being the most sarcastic astronaut in history, but her poor math skills and aversion to dehydrated food kept her out of the space program. Now she writes to pass the time until NASA lowers their standards. Your move, NASA.
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A cute funny book that really reminded me of Sex In The City.
