Release Day Blitz ~ The Neighbors ~ by ~ Saige

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

What happens when the badass bikers of Satan’s Savages MC invade the Shattered Heart Series?

#SatansHearts? or #ShatteredSavages?

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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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Release Day Blitz ~ Dirty Girl ~ by ~ Meghan March

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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Release Day Blitz ~ Turn It Up ~ by ~ Kim Karr

Sometimes there’s only one way to do it!

Turn it Up is Book Two in The Detroit Duet & this friends to lovers romance is NOW LIVE!

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Charlotte Lane was the tomboy who lived next door.

Eyes the color of the summer sky.

Mounds of curly blond hair.

A little bit of sassy and a whole lot of sweet.

She was my best friend. My confidant. My salvation.

But when circumstances tore us apart, it put more than just miles between us. I hated her. Blamed her for my worst nightmare. And I never wanted to see her again.

Then one wrong turn brought her back into my life and now she’s under my skin. In the midst of all the chaos surrounding us, she’s what’s changing me. Practically bringing me to my knees. Driving me to want to be a better man.

But nothing is ever easy.

And as our worlds begin to crumble…so do we.

Our bond withstood the test of time, but when the future brings the unexpected, it will either draw us closer or tear us apart.

Can we weather the storm?

Turn it Up

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Jasper Storm

What kind of person willingly drives a thirty-six-foot racing machine at breakneck speed through ten-foot waves?

The kind that isn’t put off by the possibility of smashing his nose against the steering wheel if he has to come to an abrupt stop when racing around the track—that’s who.

Today though, Lake St. Clair tops out with uninhibiting two-foot waves at the most, and my speed is tempered by the amount of passengers on board.

Classic Beatles is playing from the speakers on deck. Drew is leaning back in the cushions of the wraparound benches behind me with a beer in his hand. Jake and Shannon are sitting up in the sun loungers on the bow, both also with brews in hand.

Sitting at the helm, Charlotte is standing next to me in a simple black bikini that shows so much skin it is driving me crazy, her mounds of blond curls blowing in the wind making my fingers itch to run through them, and her sunglasses preventing me from seeing her blue eyes. I wrap my arm around her and guide her to stand in front of me. “You take the wheel.”

“I haven’t driven a boat in years.”

Standing, I pull her even closer. My board shorts feeling tighter by the second. “It’s like riding a bike.”

Looking over her shoulder at me, she gives me a quick kiss on the cheek. “I’ll give it a try,” she says.

Just that slight touch of her lips ignites a fire that starts to flame through my veins. When she takes the wheel, my body is ablaze. Unable to keep my hands off her, I compromise my need to touch her by covering my hands over hers. The cast prohibiting me from making the full connection I’m craving. I hate that she still bears the mark of her attack. I shove that thought away.

It’s a beautiful day, sunny as fuck and not a cloud in sight. The wind has picked up a little the further out we go, and when the softness of her hair brushes against my neck, it sends a shiver racing down my spine.

Taking a seat in the captain’s chair, I pull her onto my lap. The slight curves of her body fit me perfectly. Unable to compromise any longer, discreetly, my hands roam her body. Sliding down her thighs, up her arms, tucking under the small fabric at her hips. I can’t help myself.

Ten minutes or so goes by as we pass over the water like it’s a sheet of glass. I kiss her—her neck, her throat, her jaw. Take a little nip at her shoulder and then soothe it with my tongue.

Concentrating on driving, I’m surprised when she unexpectedly tips her head back so we can kiss.

The instant douse of arousal I feel is unlike that from the small flirtatious moves I’ve been making. This is full-out sexuality. Our lips meet, softly, gingerly. She’s sitting on my thigh, and her ass is against my cock. She shifts a little and I groan softly against the wet slide of her tongue, and all the muscles in my body knot in sweet tension. The fire in my veins bursts into flames from the slight friction, and all I want is more. The pull and push of the connection we share seems to be growing stronger every time we’re together.

Unlatching her lips from mine, she turns back and focuses on the open water.

She feels it too.

The tightening in my cock, the rapid beat of my pulse, and the taste of her left on my tongue puts me into a state of overdrive. I hold onto her fingers, squeeze them, press my naked chest to her bare back, and try to temper my need for her.

Taking what I can, I then inhale a deep breath. Unable to calm the storm raging inside me, I know I have to take action. This isn’t a storm of conflict, this is one of pure male need. “You have to stand up,” I murmur into her ear.

Again, she tips her head back. “Why?”

“You know why.”

The little vixen shifts a little more and grinds a little harder against my cock.

“Behave,” I growl and quickly stand up, bringing her with me, and then I ease up on the throttle and put the cabin cruiser in neutral.

“What’s going on? Jake asks.

I switch the engine off. “Taking a quick dip,” I tell him as I narrow my eyes at Charlotte.

She shrugs all innocent like.

“Remind me to spank you later,” I whisper in her ear.

Surprisingly, I see a thrill in her eyes.

Waggling my brows at her, my little problem is only growing, so I quickly hop up to the side of the boat and dive into the lake. The water is fucking freezing out this far and just what I need. For now anyway.

Splash. Splash.

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Blog Tour ~ Wilde Fire ~ by ~ Kat Austen

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As a boy, he was like an older brother to her.

As a teenager, he became her secret crush.

As a man, he’s her target and she’s determined to get him out of her system once and for all.

Jake Wilde doesn’t live a tame existence. He never has. He never will.

His career as a smokejumper in Alaska? Dangerous.

His female conquests? Copious.

His stance on commitment? Never happening.

But when the girl from his past shows up at his door as a woman, Jake Wilde is about to learn a valuable lesson. Never, ever play with fire . . . unless you’re looking to get burned.

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“How many guys am I meeting?” I asked after he parked the Jeep outside of the smokejumper base. There were a handful of other trucks and Jeeps staggered around, but it was hard to tell just how many people were inside.

“You’re not meeting any guys.” He threw open his door and crawled out.

“Um, I’m an investigative reporter. My job is to investigate.” I closed the door behind me and came around the front of the Jeep where he was waiting. He was so tall. I didn’t remember him being this massive.

That could have been because the context in which I considered his size was different now. The little girl had seen a big brother who could stand up to a bully. The woman saw a man who could hold her in his arms while he screwed her.

“You can ask me all of the questions you need to. I’ll give you the tour and everything later on. When they’re all gone or asleep.” He leaned into his Jeep and crossed his arms.

“A good reporter has multiple sources.”

“No. All you need is one good source.”

I sighed and clamped my teeth down on my pen again. His forehead creased again, like before. Was he worried about my pen? The integrity of my teeth?

“No, I’d need a really, really great source, so until that happens, I’ll keep to the multiple source way of doing things.”

His smile crept into place. “You have no clue how really, really great my source is.”

Was he making a lewd joke? An innuendo? With me? God knew I’d heard him and Matt go back and forth like a couple of one-track-minded cavemen, but he’d never been so forward with me.

I liked it. I really liked it.

Two could play at this game though.

“Just how great is your source?” I lifted an eyebrow, my gaze dipping to his belt region.

He shoved off of his Jeep and moved closer. “Astoundingly great.”

I chewed the inside of my cheek to keep from smiling. “Does your ‘source’ get the job done?”

He smiled down at the ground and kept moving closer. I hoped he wouldn’t stop until he crashed into me and pinned me up against the wall behind me. “I’ve never heard any complaints.”

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Wilde Fire is what the title says, Wild and Fiery. It was a quick, hot read that made me want to go up to Alaska and not just because it’s entering the 90s in California, if you catch my drift 😉

I work in a fire department so I’m always drawn to books that have something to do with the fire service. And not just for the firemen.

Jake and Bree have immediate chemistry that FLIES off the pages, er kindle. You get the point. A hot read, not insta-love but close.

4 stars!

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Kat Austen is the secret pen name of a New York Times and USATODAY bestselling author. Kat writes short and steamy reads that leave hearts (and other parts) satisfied.

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Release Day Blitz ~ Evil ~ by ~ Tijan

Title: Evil

Author: Tijan

Genre: Paranormal Romance

Release Date: May 13, 2016

You know that group of people in school that everyone fears? Popular. Beautiful. The in-crowd?

That was my family. Kind of.

We were above that group. We held court over everyone else. We were the best looking. We were the mysterious and elusive ones. Most of the girls wanted to (and did) date the guys, but they didn’t want to be one of us. They couldn’t be. They were our prey.

We were the feared.

But like every family, nothing is as it seems. That was my truth.

Kellan was in his own league. He was our leader and he was the one no one messed with. No one dared. He was ruthless, powerful, and no one could match him…

Except for me.

I was about to find out just how different I was from my family.

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As I drove through the backstreets of Poehler and headed out of town, I saw Leah and a few others leaving one of the pizza places, like a normal teenager enjoying time with her friends.

I’d never been a part of that world. None of the Bradens had. And for some reason, it never bothered us. We were meant for different things. Still…a part of me wished things could’ve been different. That I could’ve grown up as a normal girl with a normal family and even a normal boyfriend.

When I slowed and turned onto the gravel road that led to my home, I knew it was useless to wish that.

I wasn’t normal. No one in my family was, but it would’ve been nice to know what normal felt like.

We lived in a three-story brick house. And as I parked to the left of the garage, I cursed when I saw that every single light was off. That didn’t mean everyone was asleep, not in my family. It meant that they were outside, probably down by the river.

It was a little reprieve for me.

I let myself in to the empty house, kept the lights off, toed off my sandals, and moved into the kitchen. The bare tile felt cool underneath my feet. As I opened the fridge, I pulled out a container of orange juice and then screamed.

Kellan stood right behind me, a foreboding expression on his face.

“Oh God.” I laughed, weakly, as I set down the orange juice. “You gave me a heart attack just now.”

Kellan cocked his head to the side, his eyes on mine.

When I shut the door, the fridge’s light was replaced by the moonlight. It fell over his face and gave him a shadowed, mysterious look. Anyone else would’ve shuddered in scared anticipation. I just shuddered because it was cold.

“What?” I asked. Kellan had something to say, I could tell. I didn’t have the patience to play his games.

“Where were you?” he asked, his voice low and gruff, almost raw.

“I had things to do. What are you talking about? I told you that.” I wanted him to leave it alone. I didn’t want to tell him about the painting, not after so many years of secrecy.

“No, you didn’t tell me anything. And I knew you didn’t want me to ask, just like you never want me to ask.” Kellan moved forward and leaned against the fridge. I knew he didn’t intend it, but his stance seemed predatory.

“I saw Leah leaving the pizza place tonight. You sure you want to miss out on that?” I asked nervously. I downed the rest of the orange juice, and when I turned toward the sink, Kellan grabbed my arm and hauled me back.

“What?” I asked. Kellan had never been intentionally rough with me. I’d never seen it, but I knew he had it in him. In fact, something told me that he had a lot in him that I wouldn’t want to know.

His fingers tightened on my arm. “What were you doing tonight?”

I looked at his hand, almost distantly, though I felt the pain intimately. “Don’t ask me that.”

“Why? Are you going to tell me the truth?”

I looked up and met his gaze. His eyes were a piercing blue, so beautiful to look at, but I swallowed and steadied myself. “I would lie. And I don’t want to lie to you.”

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Release Day Blitz ~ Blackmailing The Virgin ~ by ~ Alexa Riley

Welcome to Alexa Riley Promises. This series is dedicated to old romances. It’s tropes galore, with all of our usual over-the-top alphas and sweet cheesy goodness.

These short books will focus on traditional and classic tropes while sticking to the Alexa Riley code: no cheating and always with an HEA. That’s our Promise to you.

Blackmailing the Virgin

When Calder Cox sees Felicity for the first time, he has to have her. There’s nothing that will hold him back…until he finds out she’s his business partner’s daughter.

Felicity Chandler is graduating college soon but has no idea what she wants to do. While playing her violin one night, she sees Calder and feels instantly drawn to him. But when he tries to keep his distance, she doesn’t know what to do with all of her feelings.

Calder can’t be held off much longer, and when his control snaps, there are consequences. Felicity might be trying to run, but he’ll make sure she stays…even if he has to blackmail her to do it.

Warning: This is an Alexa Riley Promise, so it’s over the top, contains no cheating, and will always come with an HEA. It’s ridiculous baby-making drama that’s packed full of heat.

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The past weeks have made me crazy with want, and I’ve done all I can to stay away. So many years my life has felt hollow, but since I found her on the balcony, something has changed. She crept into those empty spaces, and I need more. I crave her like oxygen.

Now, with her being this close, I can’t control it anymore. She’s too beautiful, the most perfect thing I’ve ever seen, and I feel so many things I’ve never felt before. Didn’t even know existed. It’s as if she’s brought something inside me to life. Felicity has turned me into a new man, woken me back up, and this new part of me must own her. In every way possible.

I strip out of my suit and throw it to the floor, and then stand there in my boxer briefs. I hesitate for only a second and then push them down as well. I know what I want, and I know she wants it, too. I’ve felt it between us, and I saw it in her eyes tonight.

I gently pull back her blanket, careful not to wake her yet. Looking down, I see she’s wearing a small T-shirt with her college crest on it and pale blue cotton panties. I’m a little surprised at her innocent underwear given how her dad had mentioned she was just like her mother. Then again, she didn’t expect me to come sneaking into her room tonight, so maybe that’s why she didn’t wear anything sexier. I like the look of these panties, though. They’re innocent and sweet, as if she’s untouched.

When I push away the blanket completely, I crawl into the bed on top of her.

Her eyes pop open, and she looks alarmed for just a moment before they focus and recognize it’s me. There’s a moment when she takes in a breath as if she’s going to scream, but then just lets it out slowly. She’s still as she looks into my eyes, the questions starting to mount. In the moonlight, I can see the blush deepen across her cheeks.

“Felicity,” I breathe the second before my lips land on hers.

I’ve held off as long as I could, but I have to taste her again. I have to claim her mouth as mine, because God knows who she’s given it to since we’ve been apart. I growl at the thought before pushing it away and sweeping my tongue inside her mouth.

She lets out a little whimper, but her hands go to the back of my head, holding me to her. Pressing the full weight of my body on top of her, I give into my urges and hold her tightly to me. My hands go to her sides and push the small shirt above her curvy waist, needing her skin against mine. My mouth moves to her neck, and I hear her say my name again, this time with a question on the end of it.

“What are you doing here?” she gasps, but her legs spread under me, allowing my steel-hard cock to press against her hot, panty-covered pussy.

“I’m giving us both what we need, sweetheart. I can’t stay away from you any longer. I’ve tried, but seeing you tonight was my undoing. Please, Felicity. Please don’t turn me away.”

Even I can hear the desperate plea in my voice as I beg her not to kick me out. I would pull away and leave her here alone if she asked me to. I would do anything she asked of me, but it would tear my soul into pieces if she did.

“Let me have you, Felicity.”

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If you haven’t figured it out by now, I have a serious girl crush on the masterminds behind the Alexa Riley novels. Blackmailing The Virgin is the insta-love, uber-alpha, we’ve come to associate with Alexa Riley.

Calder meets Felicity and it’s like the Fourth of July. Until he finds out she’s the daughter of his business partner. But he just can’t stay away from Felicity.

Felicity is on break from school and meets this captivating stranger who she is wildly attracted to. Even in finding out, he works with her father.

Fast forward some time (I won’t say how far) and Calder and Felicity meet again but it’s not by chance. It’s by Calder’s design. He’s now taking the woman he’s wanted and making her his by any means necessary.

5 stars!

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.

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