Exclusive Bonus Short Story: Open Hearts by Eve Dangerfield

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Exclusive Bonus Short Story: Open Hearts by Eve Dangerfield

I know you’ve all read Open Hearts by Eve Dangerfield, right? Right? And we’re all SO excited to meet her at Shameless Book Con. I pleaded with Eve to give us a bonus scene from Open Hearts and she DELIVERED. So, take it away, Eve! And thank you!

The short story can be read as a spoilery standalone, but, be warned it will pique your interest to read Open Hearts.

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Shameless Book Club & The Attendees Of #SBC16 Have Proudly & Generously Donated $1,500 To OneOrlando Fund

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Shameless Book Club & The Attendees Of #SBC16 Have Proudly And Generously Donated To OneOrlando FundThanks to the generosity of the attendees and authors of Shameless Book Con 2016, we’ve been able to donate $1,500 directly to OneOrlando Fund!

Shameless Book Con 2016 Donates $1,500 To OneOrlando

During our inaugural author signing event held on October 22, 2016 in Orlando, SBC, LLC collected donations given by attendees and authors on behalf of OneOrlando. We were BLOWN AWAY at the generosity of those who gave. When all of the donations were calculated, the total collected came to be $1,029!


We rounded that amount up to an even $1,500, and today, on #GivingTuesday, made the donation to OneOrlando Fund.




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Authors Talk About Their Most Memorable Signing Experiences

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Authors Talk About Their Most Memorable Signing Experiences

I hit up a few of our favorite authors to talk about their most memorable signing experiences. We are so excited to host them at Shameless Book Con! Tickets are available here.

Katee Robert

A few years ago, I was signing a huge group event and found out that one of my FAVORITE authors of all time was also attending–Tamora Pierce. I’ve loved her books since I was a kid, and so knowing I was even in the same room as her was paralyzing in the best way possible. My husband took pity on me (with much side eye) and went to her table and bought me a book.

She signed it, and called me a “fellow writer” and I basically burst into tears on the spot. I’ve been published for years now, and THAT was one of the key moments when it was like “Holy crap, I’m a real author.”


Samanthe Beck

There was that time time Mia Hopkins and I met “Fabio” at the LA Times Festival of Books signing…


Tessa Bailey

My first ever book signing was the Romantic Times Convention, which was super overwhelming for a newbie author. I was so nervous, sitting there waiting for the doors to open, arranging and rearranging my swag. And I looked up—and who is standing two feet away? E.L. James. Big smile on her face. She snapped a picture of the signing room and moved on with her assistant. A few minutes later, she posted a picture of the signing room (and me, with my mouth hanging open) on her Instagram. But having her pass by reminded me I was a part of something bigger than my fears and I was no longer nervous! :)

Leddy Harper

Last year at a signing in Savannah, I sat across from Stephie Walls. I’m not sure how it all started, but we ended up in a selfie war. She’d take candid pics of me, and vice versa, and then we’d post them on social media. I eventually won when I got the best one of her, mid sentence. That was the start of our friendship, and she’s one of my best friends now, a year later. And she’ll be my assistant at SBC16!

Skye Jordan

I wasn’t actually signing at this particular event — I was wandering around another signing to pick up books of friends for my Skye’s Starlets.

There were lines everywhere, as always, and I was surveying the authors, trying to figure out which ones my readers would like books from when I passed a woman standing in line and heard, Gasp And a whispered “Skye Jordan…”

I said hello and chatted with her for a minute, but I just thought it was the sweetest, most thrilling, and humbling moments at a signing.

I SO love my readers. They are absolutely magnificent and they keep me going every day.

Ella Frank

I love book signings. While I haven’t been to many, the handful at which I have attended have been wonderful. It is a privilege and honor to be in a room full of such talented individuals who share the same love of the written word as yourself, and no, I don’t JUST mean the authors. What makes these events so magical are the readers and bloggers who support this ever growing and changing industry. Each and every experience I have had with a reader is memorable. They all make me thankful I have a job in which I get to go to work and create worlds and characters for them to ultimately fall in love with (or sometimes even hate). Signings bring you together with likeminded people, and nothing is more memorable than that! Xx Ella


Sara Jane Stone

I can point to one book signing that is largely responsible for my writing career. And the funny part is, that signing never actually happened. Back when I was working in publishing, I was representing my publisher at a library conference and coordinating author appearances at various events. I had read a few of the authors, but not Suzanne Brockmann. The night, before I was scheduled to meet this bestselling romance author, I picked up her latest installment in Mrs. Brockmann’s Troubleshooter series. And I stayed up until I finished the book. Mrs. Brockmann ended up canceling due to a sudden family emergency. That was probably for the best. Instead of greeting Mrs. Brockmann as a seasoned publishing professional, I would have turned into a total fan-girl operated no sleep. I always look back on that signing that didn’t happen as the moment when I fell in love with contemporary romance. From there I went on to sell romance (including Suzanne Brockmann!) and later to writing my own stories. I’m not sure I would be thirteen books into a career I LOVE without that moment.

Gina L Maxwell

In 2013, I attended the Lovely Ladies & Naughty Books author event in Pittsburgh. There, I was met by a huge group of ladies who are all part of my Maxwell Mob (street team group) and with whom I’d grown very close to in a short period of time online. This was the first time we’d all met in person and I was overwhelmed by their adoration and genuine excitement to meet me. After the signing we all went out for drinks and they presented me with a beautiful framed drawing of a tree, each leaf representing a Mobster with their name and location written in. They also gave me a huge glass jar with encouraging words supplied by members of my Mob written on individual scrolls of paper. It’s like my own jar of daily affirmations from my friends. And to top it off, they created “flat” versions of the Mobsters in our core group who live overseas so that they were included in our group picture. To say it was an emotional and touching experience is an understatement. It’s a signing I’ll never forget. I love my Mobsters!!!


Lauren Blakely

At my last signing, a reader brought me a cute little bunny piggy bank trinket with a miniature book of Big Rock on it. I am always amazed and touched by the efforts that readers go to at signings! So many readers do amazing things at the signings, and any and all of these efforts are so cool!


Trailer Reveal: Too Hot to Handle by Tessa Bailey

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A note from the author:

The TOO HOT TO HANDLE book trailer is what you get when you combine three things: 1.) Craigslist 2.) Trespassing and 3.) Last minute favors from your musician brother.

I tend to get a little impulsive. Like many authors, I wanted to see scenes from my book acted out on screen. So I placed a Craigslist ad for actors and a cameraman/director, without realizing how much work is required to film even just a two-minute trailer. Cut to a month later when I’m freezing my ass off on private property in Jersey, hiding behind my car from the 5-0 and realizing I have convened a bunch of strangers in one place on a Sunday morning because of a whim.

Read: impulsive.

However, I am thrilled with the product of this whim. I made some friends over the course of a day of filming, I had the extraordinary pleasure (and kick in the ass) of realizing my brother (who wrote and performed the song “Too Hot” on the trailer) is way more talented than I ever knew, and I get to share this trailer with readers.

Win mother-effin win.



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Skye Jordan’s Renegades on Audible – Giveaway

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I love! love! love! SBC Elite Author Skye Jordan’s Renegades series and I even enjoy them on Audible. When I’m working I play some my books like favorite albums. The Renegades are great books to start your Audible journey and Skye is giving a way a BUNCH to celebrate the release of the whole collection for Audible. Also, all of SBC is so excited to host her at Shameless Book Con #SBC16, and we hope you will join us!

Let’s kick back and listen to Piper Goodeve’s lovely renditions of the Renegades books and enter the giveaway at the bottom.


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Exclusive Cover Reveal and Giveaway: Vengeful Love: Black Diamonds by Laura Carter

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OOH honey! We are delighted to host the cover reveal for Laura Carter’s Vengeful Love: Black Diamonds, the final book in the Vengeful Love Trilogy! It looks so SEXY!

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About Vengeful Love

He’s a devastatingly handsome, filthy-rich CEO. She’s a high-flying London lawyer. All it takes is one boardroom pitch. One hostile takeover.
Vengeful Love is darkly suspenseful, sinfully sexy white-collar romance at its very best.
I’ve always walked the straight and narrow—following the rules, never straying from my chosen path.

Until Mr. Sexy Bazillionaire CEO Gregory Ryans walked into my life. It was only supposed to be business, but one brush of his wicked lips against my skin changed everything.

I can’t deny what this man inspires in me. I’ll do anything he asks…even help destroy the enemies from his past.

But he’s hiding more than he’s telling me.

When our love leads to tragedy, there’s no going back. Gregory’s past is trying to kill our future.

They say love can bring a person to their knees.

I’ve just proven that vengeful love is the strongest force of all.

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Vengeful Love Series Reading Order

  1. Vengeful Love
  2. Vengeful Love: Deception
  3. Vengeful Love: Black Diamonds

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Operation Foreplay by Christine Hughes

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Operation Foreplay by Christine Hughes

Favorite Quotes

“Giving up sex is not a suggestion.  It’s a sentence.  Like death.”
“My vagina would revolt against me if I were to put her on hiatus and I love her and all the good feels she gives me entirely too much to do that to her.  I mean, would you deny a blind man the gift of sight? Why deny her” – I actually pointed to my crotch – “a good dicking?”
That fucking word again.  Distraction.  Fuck distraction.  I needed dick.

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By Christine Hughes


“Welcome back. How was your vacation?”

“Oh my goodness, Melody! You scared me.” She clutched her chest.

“Oh?” I eyed Jenny. She was acting weird, like I caught her doing something she shouldn’t have been doing. “I never heard from you. How did the interview go?”

I walked into my office with her on my heels. Dropping my purse and briefcase on the floor next to my next, I opened my snack drawer and pulled out a granola bar. I was famished. Forgetting to eat breakfast was getting old. After a beat, I also pulled one of the gold-tipped gummi bear bags from the pile and dropped it on my desk next to my granola bar.

“It went great! I can’t believe I forgot to call you. I got the job. Zac, um, Mr. Waterman, “she stuttered and flushed, “called me over the weekend. He said I am a natural for the position and to have someone like you mentoring me, he thinks I’ll do well.”

“Mr. Waterman has faith in you then.” Something felt off. I should have been the one to be informed first, considering she was technically my employee.

“I guess he does. He said your recommendation sealed the deal. So thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” I pulled my glasses out of my top drawer. “When do you start?”

“Oh, well there is a training period I have to go through first. I forget how long that is.”

“Six weeks.”

“Well, then after that. I am seriously over the moon. Training starts as soon as you find my replacement.”

My phone buzzed. “Hello?”


“Mr. Waterman.” I stared at Jenny.

“Can you come by when you get a chance? We have a few things to discuss. The Fredo account needs some work. We have another client in the wings and we have to schedule you some time to interview candidates to replace your assistant.”

“Yes. She was just telling me about the promotion.”

“Well, yes.” He coughed. “I’m sorry I didn’t have the chance to let you know first. My weekend got away from me. She is a good candidate and I am sure with you as her mentor, she’ll do quite well.”

“Lunch?” I tapped my pen on the desk while I watched Jenny fiddle with her diamond earrings.

“I’m sorry?”

“I’m booked all day. We can have a working lunch. My office or yours?”

“Ah, yours is fine.”

“Sushi?” I asked.

“Yes. You know what I like.”

“That I do. See you then.” I clicked off and looked at Jenny. “New earrings?”

“I’m sorry?” She tilted her head and dropped her hands to her lap.

“I need some coffee. Can you please make a run and get me something extra large and extra caffeinated? I have a huge workload to get through before lunch with Mr. Waterman.” I opened a file and started checking out the descriptions.

“But, um—“

“Yes?” I looked at her over my glasses.

“I thought I was—“

“Training? Yes. You will. Until then, you are still my assistant. I will work as diligently as I can to find your replacement. I will include you on some of the work I think would help you. But first and foremost, you are my assistant. If you can’t handle that, then we need to have another look at what it is you are looking for. Understood?”

“Yes, Ms. Ashford.”

She barely contained the eye roll as she hightailed it out of my office. And calling me Ms. Ashford? We put and end to that the day I hired her. Maybe I felt a little bad for hurting her feelings but I also wasn’t one to sugar coat things. I was busy. I had a lot of clients. I needed an assistant. She was it until I found another. Those were the breaks.

Not to mention the feeling I had that she was headed down a path I’d once travelled.

Zac and I were sitting in my office discussing the Fredo account when Jenny arrived with lunch.

“Thanks Jenny. You can set it on the table.” I didn’t look up but I heard her pause before placing the food a little too heavy handed on the table. By the time I wanted to react, she was not-quite-slamming my office door behind her.

Zac chuckled. “You certainly did something to piss her off.”

I leaned back, tossed my glasses on my desk and considered him a moment. I watched as his eyes shifted toward the door. “You dumb fuck.”

“What?” He steeled his gaze, daring me to continue. He knew I knew.

“You’re fucking her.” I pointed at the closed door.

“I don’t think that’s your business, Melody.” He leaned back, crossed an ankle over his knee and clasped his hands together. It was his ‘don’t fuck with me’ body language. His domineering body language. The body language I’d watched him use in meetings with personnel and clients. It used to turn me on to see him so in charge, in control.

Used to.

“The fuck it isn’t!” I couldn’t decide if I was angry at the fact he was banging my assistant or if I was hurt that he’d moved on so quickly. Did I honestly mean so little? Even though my first instinct threw up my hackles, summoned my inner bitch, it only took a moment for reality to take over.

I didn’t need him.

I didn’t want him.

Fuck him.

“You know what? You’re right.” I tossed my pen. “It isn’t my business. But I am telling you right now,” I leaned forward and pointed at him with admonishment, “you curb her little fucking attitude or I will. I have no compunction about firing her ass.”

“Jealous?” His smirk made my stomach clench.

“You’d think so but no. Actually, I’m quite relieved.” I stood and walked to the lunch Jenny dropped on the table.

“Relieved?” He stood and followed me to the table, placing his hand on the small of my back.

My back and shoulders stiffened. “I’m pretty sure you should remove your hand.”

“You used to like it when I touched you. You used to melt when I rubbed your shoulders.” His hands moved to my shoulders.

“I’d really rather you not touch me.”

“A little late for that, don’t you think? I’ve already touched every possible inch of you.” He leaned in and whispered in my ear.

I felt dirty. My skin crawled and I wanted to throw up.

“Zac, stop.” I turned and stepped to the side, suddenly needing to get some air. The touchy feely he and I used to play wasn’t fun anymore. I couldn’t fathom that I ever thought it was.

“Melody,” he grabbed my wrist and pulled me to him. “How could you have possibly already forgotten the things we used to do to each other? How could you want to leave it all behind? I still love you, you know.”

“Get off of me.”

“My Melody.” He tucked my hair behind my ear.

“Zac, I’m not going to ask again. Seriously.” I tugged my arm to free it from his grip.

He leaned in once more and whispered furiously, “You’re just jealous that I’ve found new pussy to fuck. I was done with you anyway. Shit gets old and shriveled once it hits thirty, you know.” He squeezed my wrist one last time before he let go.

Without thinking, I raised my hand and slapped him so hard he lost his balance. And just like in the movies, the door to my office opened at the same time. Before I knew what was happening, Jenny chased Jared into the room but wasn’t able to stop him. He calmly walked up to Zac and punched him.

The crack was shiver inducing. Zac hit the floor and blood spurted out instantly.

“You okay?” Jared asked me. I was too shocked to answer so all I did was nod. He turned his attention to Zac who was currently being attended to by his new fuck toy. “You stupid fuck. I told you if you touched her again I would break your fucking nose.”

“”I will sue your ass.” Zac sounded like he had a cold.

“I dare you.” Jared tossed a box of tissues at him.

“No you won’t. Unless you want me to discuss your predilection for sleeping with women in your employ.”

“You wouldn’t.”

“I would.”

“You know what? Fine. Keep her.” Zac yelled through hands that covered his face.

“I’m going to go now.” I walked behind my desk. “Please, make sure my office is cleaned up. Be prepared to discuss my more than ample severance package when I return. Good luck, Zac. And by good luck I mean go fuck yourself.” With shaky hands, I quickly shoved my things in my briefcase and handed it to Jared. He already had my purse in his hand.

“You sure you’re okay?” Jared asked again.

“I’ll be fine.” I looked over at Zac who was sitting up and leaning against the wall under the window. Jenny was holding a bloody tissue under his nose. “It didn’t have to be this way.”

“You ended it.”

“We never should have started.”

I turned and walked out of my office with Jared.

“Are you really okay?” He squeezed my hand.

“I am. Are you? How is your hand?” I pressed the button to the elevator.

“It needs some ice, to be honest. I never hit anyone that hard before.”

“Want me to go run and get you an ice pack?”

“No way. Wait until we’re out of the building.”


“I’m sorry I punched your boss.” He pushed a stray hair out of my face.

“I’m sorry you hurt your hand.”

We stepped onto the elevator. When the door closed he turned to me, “Did you just quit your job?”

“I think I did.”

He sighed. “I’m sorry you quit your job.”

“I’m not. I’m good.” I blew out a shaky breath and he raised an eyebrow. “Fine. I’m not really all that good but I for sure, definitely know that I will be. Probably.”

We rode the elevator in silence after that. It wasn’t until we reached the street that I asked, “Shouldn’t you be a work?”

He held his fist in his hand. “It’s lunchtime. I thought I’d come by and surprise you.”

I looked around and my eyes landed on one of my favorite lunchtime spots. “Let’s go have lunch then. And get you an bag of ice for that hand.”

“You were pretty bad ass back there.”

“Yeah, I kinda was wasn’t I?”

After a painful lunch, I called Berk and had him cover for Jared. And then I took Jared to the hospital. Apparently the knuckle of his ring finger wasn’t as strong as the rest of the knuckles. After a no so fun-filled visit to the ER that included a cast of his color choice, we ended up back at my place.

I shook one of his pain pills in my hand and grabbed a bottle of water and handed both to him.

“You left a few things here if you want to change out of your suit. I folded them and placed them in my bottom drawer.” I walked back into the kitchen.

“You had room for my stuff?”

“I made room for your stuff.”

He tilted his head and smiled.

“What?” I asked as I opened the bottle of wine.


“You want some wine?” I called from the kitchen as I stepped in to grab a glass.

“No thank you. I think I’m just going to sit here a minute.”

I poured my glass and walked into the living room. Jared was gorgeous sight. His head fell back on the couch, his tie and shirt completely undone, his undershirt untucked from his trousers. His black cast rested on his stomach.

I sat in the chair across from him.

“What are you looking at?” Though his eyes were closed, he knew I was looking.



“You’re just pretty amazing.”

“No so amazing. I punched your boss and broke my hand.”

“That’s exactly one of the things that makes you amazing.”

He smiled, eyes still closed. “I’m tired.”

“The meds are going to kick in soon and you’ll be out. Let me go get my bed ready.”

I changed into a pair of sweatpants and a tank and pulled down the covers of my bed before heading back into the living room to get Jared.

I leaned down and whispered in his ear. “Let’s go handsome.”

“I can’t get up.” The pain medication was kicking in.

“I’ll help you. On the count of three. One. Two. Three. Up.” I locked my hand with his and used the other as leverage as I pulled him to his feet.

We shuffled to my bedroom where I sat him on the bed and slid his arms out of his shirt, careful not to disturb the arm with the cast too much. He flopped back and I tugged off his pants before lifting his legs and sliding him into bed. I pulled the covers over him, kissed his forehead and turned to leave when he grabbed my hand.

“Will you lie with me?”

“Of course.”

He scootched over to make room and I slid in next to him.

Immediately he turned over, draping his casted arm on my stomach and his leg over mine. He snuggled in and took a deep breath. For a few moments the only sound was the sound of him breathing. Until he shifted and whispered, “I love you, Melody.”

A strange feeling swirled in my stomach and my face burned hot. A lump settled in my throat, tears stung my eyes and for a moment I didn’t think I would ever breathe again because I realized I loved him too.

Exclusive Excerpt Reveal and Giveaway: Big Rock by Lauren Blakely

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We are thrilled to be bringing you all of the latest from Lauren Blakely’s upcoming title, BIG ROCK. Plus, we have a surprise announcement from Lauren!

A standalone sexy romantic comedy, BIG ROCK takes everything you love about a Lauren Blakely novel –witty dialogue, smoking hot sex scenes, and heartfelt moments –and puts them into one fantastic book! BIG ROCK is set to release Thursday, January 6th! Readers can start their new year off right with Spencer! BIG ROCK is a standalone, dirty romance novel written from the guy’s POV. Come join us as we meet Spencer-parts, heart and all!




My dick is fucking awesome.

But don’t just take my word for it. Consider all its accomplishments.

First, let’s start with the obvious one.


Sure, some people will tell you that size does not matter. You know what I’ll tell you? They lie.

You don’t want a tiny diamond on your finger when you can have three carats. You don’t want a one-dollar bill when you can have a Benjamin. And you don’t want to ride a miniature pony when you can saddle up on a rock-star cock at the rodeo of your pleasure.

Why? Because bigger is better. It’s more fun. Ask any woman who’s had to utter the dreaded words, “Is it in yet?”

No woman has ever had to ask me that.

You’re probably wondering by now—just how big is it? C’mon. A gentleman doesn’t tell. I may fuck like a god, but I’m still a gentleman. I’ll open your door before I open your legs. I’ll hold your coat for you, I’ll pay for dinner, and I’ll treat you like a queen in and out of bed.

But I get it. You want an image in your mind. A measurement in inches to make your mouth water. Fine. Imagine this. Picture your fantasy-sized cock; mine’s fucking bigger.

Moving on to looks. Let’s be honest. Some dicks are just motherfucking ugly. I won’t get into all the reasons why. You know what they are, and for now, when it comes to my best asset, all I want you thinking about are these words: long, thick, smooth, hard. If the Renaissance masters were carving sculptures of cocks, mine would be the model for all of them.

But honestly, none of this would matter if my dick didn’t possess the most important attribute of all.


Ultimately, a man’s dick should be measured by the number of orgasms it delivers. I’m not talking about the solo flights. That’s cheating. I’m talking about the Os that can make a woman’s back arch, her toes curl, her windows shatter, her world rock.

How much pleasure has my dick wrought? I don’t kiss and tell, but I’ll leave you with this. My dick has a perfect track record.

That’s why it fucking sucks that he has to go on hiatus.





It’s not just the motion of the ocean, ladies. It’s definitely the SIZE of the boat too.

And I’ve got both firing on all cylinders. In fact, I have ALL the right assets. Looks, brains, my own money, and a big cock.

You might think I’m an asshole. I sound like one, don’t I? I’m hot as sin, rich as heaven, smart as hell and hung like a horse.

Guess what? You haven’t heard my story before. Sure, I might be a playboy, like the NY gossip rags call me. But I’m the playboy who’s actually a great guy. Which makes me one of a kind.

The only trouble is, my dad needs me to cool it for a bit. With conservative investors in town wanting to buy his flagship Fifth Avenue jewelry store, he needs me not only to zip it up, but to look the part of the committed guy. Fine. I can do this for Dad. After all, I’ve got him to thank for the family jewels. So I ask my best friend and business partner to be my fiancée for the next week. Charlotte’s up for it. She has her own reasons for saying yes to wearing this big rock.

And pretty soon all this playing pretend in public leads to no pretending whatsoever in the bedroom, because she just can’t fake the kind of toe-curling, window-shattering orgasmic cries she makes as I take her to new heights between the sheets.

But I can’t seem to fake that I might be feeling something real for her.

What the fuck have I gotten myself into with this…big rock?

BIG ROCK is a standalone, dirty romance novel written from the guy’s POV by NYT Bestselling author Lauren Blakely…

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That’s right! Lauren has a second standalone romantic comedy headed your way in Summer 2016!


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Just call me Mr. Orgasm. No, really. I insist.

Orgasms are my specialty. Delivering them. Administering them. Giving them in multiples. Then doing it again for an encore. I’m like the superhero of pleasure.

But before anyone gets all up in a lather about my “manwhore ways,” remember this. You probably didn’t even look at me years ago. You likely didn’t give me the time of day when I was the quiet geek bent over his notebook drawing cartoons about a caped crusader bestowing orgasmic pleasure to womankind.

Now, that I’m creator of the hottest animated TV show in the world — The Adventures of Mr. Orgasm — everything has changed. The women have lined up. The checks roll in. And the life I’m living is gooooooood — looks, talent, and a masterful dong have gotten me far.

There’s only one thing in my way — the woman I took home last night has turned out to be my new boss.


Looks like the Adventures of Mr. Orgasm have only just begun…

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About Lauren Blakely:

Lauren Blakely writes sexy contemporary romance novels with heat, heart, and humor, and she has had eight books on the New York Times Bestseller list and fifteen on the USA Today Bestseller list. Like the heroine in her novel, FAR TOO TEMPTING, she thinks life should be filled with family, laughter, and the kind of love that love songs promise. Lauren lives in California with her husband, children, and dogs. She loves hearing from readers! Her bestselling series include Sinful Nights, Seductive Nights, No Regrets, Caught Up in Love, and Fighting Fire. She recently released SWEET SINFUL NIGHTS, the first novel in her new sexy romance series Sinful Nights that became an instant New York Times Bestseller. Her new adult forbidden romance, 21 Stolen Kisses, hit e-readers in May and landed on the USA Today Bestseller list. In January, she’ll release BIG ROCK, a standalone contemporary romance sure to make you swoon. She also writes for young adults under the name Daisy Whitney. To receive an email when Lauren releases a new book, text BLAKELY + your email address to 678-249-3375 (please use the actual + sign).

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Cover Reveal: A Steel Town by Chloe Barlow

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Cover Reveal: A Steel Town by Chloe Barlow

On January 11th, 2016, Chloe Barlow is giving us the latest in the Gateway to Love collection, A Steel Town.

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A Steel Town

How do you protect the woman you love, when you fear you are the very person who could destroy her?

Claudia McCoy has been told what she can’t do enough for one lifetime. After a near-fatal childhood battle with juvenile diabetes and having to accept that her dreams of serving in the military would never come true, she’s thrilled to begin a life on her own terms. Yet, when she finally starts her career in the FBI, Claudia is furious that her condition and overbearing big brother, Wyatt, have both once again interfered with her ability to have the life she truly wants. Now derailed from her high-profile aspirations of a position in the FBI’s D.C. headquarters, she is instead planted far away from the real action, and practically right in her brother’s Pittsburgh backyard.

Trey Adler is known for fixing things, but he’s broken just as many — leaving him with regrets that never go away. He’d be the first to agree he should stay away from a nice girl like Claudia, but he can’t deny his friend Jenna Sutherland’s request when she asks him to use his position as a temporary FBI consultant to keep Claudia safe — especially as it’s clear this little firecracker needs protecting. Far away from all the action she so craves, Claudia is more determined than ever to prove herself in her first major investigation at whatever cost — and those costs are proving to be dangerously high.

Their battle of wills turns quickly into a powerful need for one other, making them both rethink everything they ever wanted.

Will Trey be able to keep her alive long enough to give them an opportunity at something real together — a future that can survive the danger in their present, as well as the darkness of his past?

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Hello Trey, looking mighty fine there.


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Here’s a special Excerpt just for us at SBC.

“What’s the problem?” Trey asked.

“It’s just…I’m so damned frustrated. There are all these pieces…I keep finding more, but

I can’t seem to get any of them to fit with each other.”

Trey could sense how truly thwarted she felt. Claudia needed a release, and he so

desperately wanted to give it to her. It didn’t help that Trey’s mouth was still watering from

his last taste of her. He needed more, and maybe he could have it, without breaking any

promises. There was one thing he knew could help turn off that big brain of hers.

“Maybe you need to focus more clearly. I can help.”

“Like with meditation or something?”

“Or something,” he retorted, feeling his mouth tilt into a half-smile as he stood and

looked down at her confused gaze. “Tell me, have you ever come before?”

“I think so.”

“Then, no,” he answered with a smirk. “Stand up.”

She searched his face for a clue, but finally did as he said.

“Take off your jeans and panties.”

Her mouth curved into a tiny “O,” but she remained silent, slowly unbuttoning her pants

and sliding her jeans down the length of her smooth, olive-toned legs. The light blue cotton

of her panties was next to go, revealing a small, well-trimmed triangular thatch of dark hair

at the juncture point between her legs.

After she straightened up, Claudia crossed her arms over her stomach and reached for

the bottom of her sweater.

“No. Stop. That’s all I need.”

Trey kneeled in front of her.

“What are you doing?”

“Helping you.”

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Hang Out With Colleen Hoover And SBC!

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Yep. You read that right!

We’re hanging with Mrs. Hoover THIS Saturday night, and a few of YOU are going to join us!

To celebrate the release of her new book, November 9 (did you see that we gave it 5 BIG STARS?), Colleen Hoover will be kickin’ it (isn’t that what the kids say these days?) with me and a few of her biggest fans.

Join us on Saturday, November 7th at 8pm EST for a live Google Hangout with Colleen Hoover! Enter to win a chance to be one of the FIVE live participants along with me, your hostess with the mostest.


Winners of the Hangout spots will be notified Thursday evening. We will draw 2 runners up in case any of the winners are unable to make the hangout on Saturday.

Winners and runners up must be available on Saturday, November 7th at 8pm EST. To participate, go to Google Hangouts and follow the directions to make sure you have everything ready for the LIVE chat! Participants will receive an email with a link to participate in the live Hangout around 7:45pm EST Saturday. Anyone unable to log in to the Hangout by 7:55pm will be replaced by a runner up.

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Exclusive Excerpt + Giveaway: Confess by Colleen Hoover

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Exclusive Excerpt + Giveaway: Confess by Colleen Hoover

We’re big Colleen Hoover fans around here. We’ve proved it by naming her one of our Elite Authors because of books like Ugly Love, Hopeless, and Slammed.

Now, we’re adding Confess to the list of CoHo books we highly recommend!

Lucky for us — and you — we have an exclusive excerpt from Confess along with a giveaway of the paperback down below!

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“You made your girlfriend an employee? That’s never a good idea.”

“I made my employee a girlfriend. An even worse idea.” He pauses at the top of the stairs and turns around, looking down at me. “What’s your name?”


“What’s the rest of your name, Auburn?”

“Mason Reed.”

Owen slowly tilts his head in the direction of the ceiling as he blows out a breath of air. I follow his gaze and look at the ceiling with him, but nothing is up there other than white ceiling tiles. He takes his right hand and touches his forehead, then his chest, and then continues the movements from shoulder to shoulder, until he’s just made the sign of the cross over himself.

What the hell is he doing? Praying?

He looks back down at me, smiling now. “Is Mason really your middle name?”

I nod. As far as I know, Mason isn’t a strange middle name so I have no idea why he’s performing religious rituals.

“We have the same middle name,” he says.

I regard him silently, allowing myself to take in the probability of his response. “Are you serious?”

He nods casually and reaches into his back pocket, pulling out his wallet. He descends the stairs once more and hands me his license. I look it over, and sure enough, his middle name is Mason.

I press my lips together and hand him back his driver’s license.


I try to contain the laughter, but it’s hard, so I cover my mouth, hoping I’m being inconspicuous about it.

He slides his walled back into his pocket. His eyebrow raises and he shoots me a look of suspicion. “Are you that quick?”

My shoulders are shaking from the suppressed laughter now. I feel so bad. So, so bad for him.

He rolls his eyes and looks slightly embarrassed in the way he attempts to hide his own smile. He heads back up the stairs much less confidently than before. “This is wh I never tell anyone my middle name,” he mutters.

I feel guilty for finding this so funny, but his humility finally gives me the courage to climb the rest of the stairs. Your initials are really OMG? I bite the inside of my cheek, forcing back the smile I don’t want him to see.

I reach the top of the stairs and he ignores me, heading straight for a dresser. He opens a drawer and begins rummaging through it, so I take the opportunity to look around the massive room. There’s a large bed, probably a king, in the far corner. In the opposite corner is a full kitchen flanked by two doors, leading to other rooms.

I’m in his apartment.

He turns around and tosses me something black. I catch it and unfold it, revealing a skirt. “That should fit. You and the traitor look about the same size.” He walks to the closet and removes a white shirt from a hanger. “See if this works. The shoes you have on are fine.”

I take the shirt from him and glance toward the two doors. “Bathroom?”

He points to the door on the left.

“What if they don’t fit?” I ask, worried he won’t be able to use my help if I’m not dressed professionally. Two hundred dollars isn’t easy to come by.

“If they don’t fit, we’ll burn them along with everything else she left behind.”

I laugh and make my way to the bathroom. Once I’m inside, I pay no attention to the actual bathroom itself as I begin to change into the clothes he gave me. Luckily, they fit perfectly. I look at myself in the full-length mirror and cringe at the disaster that is my hair. I should be embarrassed to call myself a cosmetologist. I haven’t touched it since I left the apartment this morning, so I do a quick fix and use one of Owen’s combs to pull it up into a bun. I fold the clothes I just removed and set them on the countertop.

When I exit the bathroom, Owen is in the kitchen, pouring two glasses of wine. I contemplate whether or not I should tell him I’m a few weeks shy of being old enough to drink, but my nerves are screaming for a glass of wine right now.

“Fits,” I say, walking toward him.

He lifts his eyes and stares at my shirt for much longer than it takes to acknowledge whether or not a shirt fits. He clears his throat and looks back down at the wine he’s pouring. “Looks better on you,” he says.

I slide onto the stool, fighting to hide my smile. It’s been a while since I’ve been complimented and I forgot how good it feels. “You don’t mean that. You’re just bitter over your breakup.”

He pushes a glass of wine across the bar. “I’m not better, I’m relieved. And I absolutely mean it.” He raises his glass of wine, so I raise mine. “To ex-girlfriends and new employees.”

I laugh as our glasses clink together. “Better than ex-employees and new girlfriends.”


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Day 4 – 2/26: Rock Stars of Romance

Day 5 – 2/27: Shh Mom’s Reading

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From #1 New York Times bestselling author Colleen Hoover, a new novel about risking everything for love—and finding your heart somewhere between the truth and lies.

Auburn Reed has her entire life mapped out. Her goals are in sight and there’s no room for mistakes. But when she walks into a Dallas art studio in search of a job, she doesn’t expect to find a deep attraction to the enigmatic artist who works there, Owen Gentry.

For once, Auburn takes a risk and puts her heart in control, only to discover that Owen is keeping some major secrets from coming out. The magnitude of his past threatens to destroy everything important to Auburn, and the only way to get her life back on track is to cut Owen out of it.

The last thing Owen wants is to lose Auburn, but he can’t seem to convince her that truth is sometimes as subjective as art. All he would have to do to save their relationship is confess. But in this case, the confession could be much more destructive than the actual sin…

CONFESS by Colleen Hoover

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On-Sale: 03/10/15

Paperback ISBN: 9781476791456, $16.00

eBook ISBN: 9781476791463, $7.99

320 pages

About the Author:

Colleen Hoover is the #1 New York Times bestselling author of Slammed, Point of Retreat, This Girl, Hopeless, Losing Hope, Maybe Someday, Finding Cinderella, and Ugly Love. She lives in Texas with her husband and their three boys. Please visit ColleenHoover.com.

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We like feeling special. Because, duh.

When we get exclusive first-looks at new hot books, we feel extra special.

I have it on very good authority that this book, The Deal, is one of the hottest books with a majorly swoon-worthy hero, Garrett.

I mean, look at the cover and #1ClickThatBitch.

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Somehow I’ve traveled back in time to my third-grade playground days. Unless there’s another explanation for why Garrett is goading me into kissing him.

“I don’t have to prove a damn thing,” I inform him. “I happen to be a fantastic kisser. Sadly, you will never get to find out.”

“Never say never,” he answers in a singsong voice.

“Thanks for that, Justin Bieber. But yeah, not going to happen, dude.”

He sighs. “I get it. You’re intimidated by my potent masculinity. Chin up, it happens all the time.”

​Oh brother. I can still remember the days—all of a week ago—when Garrett Graham wasn’t a fixture in my life. When I didn’t have to listen to his cocky remarks or see his rogue grins or get drawn into a flirt battle I have no interest in.

​Except Garrett happens to be very, very good at one particular thing: throwing down the gauntlet.

“Fear is a fact of life,” he says solemnly. “Don’t let it get you down, Wellsy. Everyone experiences it.” He leans back on his elbows like a bigshot. “Tell you what, I’ll give you a free pass. If you’re too scared to kiss me, I won’t make you.”

“Scared?” I rumble. “I’m not scared, dumbass. I just don’t want to.”

Another sigh rolls out of his chest. “Then I guess we’re back to self-confidence issues. Don’t worry, there are a lot of bad kissers in this world, sweetheart. I’m sure with practice and perseverance, you’ll one day be able to—”

“Fine,” I interrupt. “Let’s do it.”

His mouth slams shut, eyes widening in surprise. Ha. So he didn’t expect me to call his bluff.

Our gazes lock in a stare-down for the ages. He’s waiting for me to back down, but I’m confident I can wait him out. Maybe it’s childish of me, but Garrett has already gotten his way about this tutoring thing. This time I want to win.

But I’ve underestimated him yet again. His gray eyes darken to smoky metallic silver, and suddenly there’s heat in his gaze. Heat, and a gleam of self-assurance, as if he’s certain I won’t go through with it.

I hear that certainty in the dismissive tone he uses when he finally speaks. “All right, show me what you’ve got then.”

I falter.

Fucking hell. He can’t be serious.

And I can’t actually be considering meeting this inane challenge. I’m not attracted to Garrett, and I don’t want to kiss him. End of story.

Except…well, it doesn’t feel like the end of anything. My body is engulfed with flames, and my hands are trembling not from nerves, but anticipation. When I picture his mouth pressed against mine, my heart races faster than a drum-and-bass track.

What the hell is the matter with me?

Garrett inches closer. Our thighs are touching now, and either I’m hallucinating it, or I can actually see his pulse throbbing in the center of his throat.

He can’t possibly want this…can he?

My palms grow damp, but I resist wiping them on the front of my leggings because I don’t want him to know how unnerved I am. I’m wholly aware of the heat radiating from his jean-clad thigh, the faint scent of his woodsy aftershave, the slight curve of his mouth as he awaits my next move…

“Come on,” he mocks. “We don’t have all night, baby.”

Now I’m bristling. Screw it. It’s just a kiss, right? I don’t even have to like it. Shutting that smart mouth of his will be reward enough.

Arching a brow, I reach up and touch his cheek.

His breath hitches.

I sweep my thumb over his jaw, stalling, waiting to see if he’ll stop me, and when he doesn’t, I slowly bring my mouth to his.

Yes, please, and GIVE ME MORE!

Click here to pre-order The Deal, releasing on 2/24!

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I’ve updated the Autograph Book with your feedback and our new fancy name, and now it’s mind-blowingly awesome.

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Exclusive Cover Reveal: Thick Love by Eden Butler

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So, my first introduction to Eden Butler was through another author, Kele Moon, who writes amazing fighter novels.  Kele mentioned Eden on her page, and I figured an author recommendation from someone I enjoy was good enough for me.

And then, I met Eden’s first bad boy in Chasing Serenity (Seeking Serenity Book 1). Cocky, tattooed and Irish, Declan was everything you shouldn’t want.  One of the things I did like about him was even when he’s rude, he was always  protective of the girls in his life.

Now we have Eden’s other series, with the first book, Thin Love.  It was a top favorite of mine in the second chance love story category for 2014.

Then Eden graced us with a follow up this month, My Beloved: A Thin Love Novella, to show us what happened after the ending and how Kiera and Kona get the full happily-ever-after.


But she isn’t done. We get their son’s story next, and after reading the long excerpt below, I cannot wait.

Thick Love by Eden Butler

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Title: Thick Love (Thin Love, #2)

Author: Eden Butler

Genre: NA | Contemporary Romance

Expected Release Date: August 2015

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He doesn’t ask their names.

He doesn’t deserve to know them.

Ransom Riley Hale’s friends think his life is charmed: first string as a freshman on a championship-winning college football team. A father with two Super Bowl rings. A mother with platinum albums and multiple Grammies under her belt. But that brilliant shine on the surface hides the darkness beneath; it’s all Ransom has ever known.

Despite the shadows he walked in, once there was a blinding light fracturing the darkness. It brought the promise of hope and happiness. He’d been careless, filled with pride and stupidity and lost that light. Ripped it from the world.

Now, the shadows are dimming again. Aly King surges into his life threatening to pull him from the darkness.  She is everything Ransom can never be again. Her light feels too warm, promises him that there is more waiting for him beyond the shadows.

But the shadows are relentless, resurfacing when he thinks he is safe, and Ransom knows he must keep Aly from them too before he pulls her down into the darkness with him.


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Ronnie Blanchard had been playing that damn song for a half an hour straight. A shower, an attempt to drown myself under the blissfully hot spray hadn’t taken the headache from my skull or lessened the constant bump of the bass line downstairs.

Fuck, how I hated Chris Brown.

After our third straight win and telling my parents I just wanted to chill at the team house, I’d managed to get away from Blanchard and that stupid song by leaving the party still raging below. Just a few weeks into my first college football season and I’d already learned one thing about Claiborne-Prosper University: these assholes considered partying a God-given right. But, only when we win.

The bathroom in my room was small and the hot water fogged up the mirror, filtered the air with heat so thick I grabbed a towel and swung the door open before I completely dried off. It didn’t matter. No one would see my naked ass in this room. It was mine, private, just one of the perks of having a high ACT score and a coaching staff that hoped I’d play as well as my father had when he was on the defensive line.

But “private room” didn’t always equal privacy, a fact that became abundantly clear when I walked out of the bathroom and found a pretty girl I didn’t know sitting on the edge of my bed.

Fuck. Why do they always send me the redheads?

And it was red, more auburn than orange and it fell past her elbows, had long waves working through the strands. Those eyes are dark, like the color of whiskey that shone against the lamp light on my bedside table. She looked scared, like seeing me in nothing but a towel with water dotted over my shoulders and chest was some sort of threat to her. Hell, she was in my room and I still got that don’t hurt me vibe from her.

“You lost, sweetheart?” I tried to make my voice calm, hoping that she wouldn’t catch on to how annoyed I was. This shit was getting old.

“No.” That answer was barely a squeak and figuring she might be more relaxed if I wasn’t naked, I only moved my chin, acknowledging her before I hurried to my dresser to fish out a pair of boxers and a t-shirt. Her voice came out louder, clearer as she moved from the bed. “They said…well, that Trent guy said you might…want to…” She stopped her explanation as a low grunt moved from my throat.

Trent Fucking Marshall. That asshole was always tossing girls in my room, knowing I wouldn’t be a bastard to them. “He trying to hook up with a friend of yours?” I watched the girl in the mirror over my dresser, trying pull up my boxers without dropping my towel. But, shit, maybe I should try and scare her off. She didn’t even look legal.

“How did you know?” Tone light, distracted, I caught her gaze lowering, following the towel as I dropped it. It wasn’t something that surprised me. Girls watched. They liked to pretend they didn’t, but they always watched. The redhead jerked her attention back to me when I turned around to face her. “Um. He said I was your type.”

“Did he now?”

The blush was killing me. She was too damn pretty, nice curves, long legs, but she looked too young That red flushed against her pale skin grew the longer she raked her gaze over my body and I forgot that I was annoyed by my surprise visitor. She only nodded in response, curled her arms around her waist as though she needed to keep her hands to herself.

“He said…” She stopped speaking, deciding, I guessed, that biting her lip would snap some sort of sense back into her pretty head. “He said that you…”

Those red splotches on her cheeks darkened and I could tell her nerves were totally shot. “Hey,” I said, stepping in front of her, making her look up at me. “You okay?” I doubted the nod she gave me. It was all bravado. Someone must have laid it on heavy and thick and this girl seemed eager to see if the rumors about me were true. I wasn’t immune to a pretty smile, but God knows I didn’t deserve the attention. If any of them knew me, the real me, how fucked up and twisted I could be, not one of them would come tapping on my door.

The only thing you will ever give anyone in this life is heartache.

I should get that shit tattooed on my forehead. It was an insult I took like medicine, one that I tried to prove wrong every time some random girl came around me wanting a taste. I wouldn’t take one for myself, but I could at least give them what they asked for.

When the girl moved her head down, pulled those arms tighter around herself, I rubbed my eyes, trying to keep that insult from sticking, shouting too loud in my head. “Are you even legal?” I asked her, voice soft. No matter what I’d done, I wasn’t going to jail for any damn body.

This time when she nodded, I believed her. “I hit eighteen last month.”

“I’m not trying to get arrested.”

“I can show you my I.D.”

How desperate was she? How badly did she want this? I didn’t think about what I’d get out of her being here. I never did, but it always blew my mind when girls hit on me, when they fucking begged to be with me like I was some sort of big Hawaiian rock star and not the dumbass jock I knew I was.

She followed me around the room, watched as I tugged on my shirt, ran the towel through my damp hair and I let her, wanted to give her a second to change her mind.

“I heard things…” she started, her voice following me as I sat on the desk next to the door. She didn’t stand close, but she had dropped her arms, seemed to relax.

“I bet you did.” Those fucking rumors had my reputation a bit inflated. I wasn’t the whore of CPU. I didn’t fuck anything that offered it to me. That much, at least was all bullshit. But I liked to touch. I liked to service and girls, I guessed, talked just as much as guys did. Maybe more. Word got around, some of it ridiculous, along the “Poor, broken Ransom” variety. Some were spot on. “He won’t let you touch him.”

No. I wouldn’t. No one touched me. Not ever.

“The thing is, I didn’t believe them.” The shrug was cute, a little self-effacing but I didn’t think it was an act. This girl was genuinely curious, nervous. I liked that. “I just wanted to know if it was true.” She watched me close as I nodded, but didn’t ask for any explanations. She only stared back at me as I assessed, wondered if she wanted what they all did. Hoping, she didn’t. Knowing she did.

I licked my lips and stood in front of her, trying to keep my tone light, curious. “You wanna know if I will make you come?” That damn blush resurfaced and just then I didn’t care why she was in my room. The innocent, sweet bit wore me down and I wanted to touch her. I wanted to show her how good I could make her feel. “Has anyone ever done that to you?”

“No.” Red pushed her hair off her shoulder, looked at her feet and when she spoke, I had to twist my head down to hear her. “Not really.”

“Alright,” I said, offering her my hand and she took it, glanced up at my face like she wanted to make sure I wasn’t messing with her.

“My name is…”

“No.” She didn’t recoil or step back when I dropped her hand. “I can’t know it.”

“So. It’s true then?”

“That I do this and nothing else?” She nodded, took to biting her lip again and I felt like an asshole, like I’d just deflated whatever bullshit ideas she’d had about me. Her skin felt like satin, pale and soft and fine to the touch when I brushed my fingers over her face. I could smell the faint hint of cinnamon from her breath and the sweet scent of lilac in her hair. Sensory overload was always my downfall. I liked all mine engaged and this pretty little girl managed that without any effort whatsoever. It was always the hardest part for me; pushing back the sensation, the sights and smells that women put off. It always had me doubling my efforts, ignoring how my body reacted to it, ignoring what my brain told me I needed.

Her warm breath against my wrist when she kissed me there, forced me to close my eyes, to take control when my body wanted nothing more than to take her, lose myself, forget what I’d done at sixteen, just for a moment.

“Lay on the bed and I’ll show you.” She wasn’t eager, didn’t shoot straight to the bed and I liked how cautious she was, how she kept her eyes up, straight at me as she climbed in the middle of my black sheets. She even lost her shoes, tucked her feet under and kept her hands on her lap, like she need me directing her. That would help me to keep from letting things slip out of control. I appreciated how perceptive she was, how she let me take the reins, but she sat with her back too stiff, with her shoulders too straight. That wouldn’t work. I needed her relaxed.

“You nervous?” She only nodded, her apparent go-to response but I didn’t laugh at her, didn’t do much more than mimic her nod and sat in front of her with my thumb tracing across her knuckles. “Don’t be, sweetheart. I don’t bite.” Those thin fingers of hers shook under my touch and I slid closer, hoping my size, my width didn’t scare her. It was damn hard making this body seem less threatening, but I always tried. “At least…I don’t bite hard.”

The little joke worked and Red gave me a smile, moving her shoulders down, then laying back against the pillow when I caught the back of her neck and led her there. “You ever touch yourself?”

“Sometimes. Well, not a lot.”

“You’ve never made yourself come?”

“I haven’t ever…”

I stopped her explanation with a twist of my chin, feeling a sudden need to make this right, to make it perfect. Maybe this night would set the tone, lift the expectations of what she wanted. Maybe the way I touched her, taught her, would have Red expecting nothing but mind-blowing orgasms from anyone she was with. I could not fuck this up.

“Can you unbutton your shirt?” She tried, her movements a little shaky, disjointed and I covered her trembling fingers with my hand. “Want me to help you?” Another nod and I caught her throat working as she swallowed, the small breaths that moved past her open mouth as I slipped each button open.

“Don’t be scared about this. If you are, it makes coming difficult.” The bra was pink with white lace covering the cups and I closed my eyes, took several deep breaths when my dick throbbed against my boxers.

A spattering of freckles speckled along her collarbone. So fucking similar. Christ, I needed to stay away from redheads. Spotting each one, I remembered the first time I’d touched a girl, the first time I’d kissed skin this soft. I had to squeeze my eyes tight, force out that first time, all the times after that one. Instead, I focused on the girl laying in front of me. I concentrated on lowering those pink straps, on running my tongue over the curves of her generous tits. “You’re beautiful here, sugar.” She tasted like her lilac-smelling perfume. She was delicious and I craved more of that skin, more of the sounds she made as I kissed up her neck, over her collarbone. “And here…” I said, marveling at those perfectly round nipples I uncovered, loving the shocked, awed expression on her face when I grazed my thumb over that peak. “Pink and hard, just the way I like them.” She moaned, the sound louder, breathless when I took her nipple between my thumb and forefinger. The sensations rose up then, her voice like a melody, those raspy intakes of breath heady, shooting straight to my dick. “That feels good, doesn’t it?”

“Yeah…yes.” And the rasp in her voice only caught, became breathless when I rolled the nipple with a little more pressure. “God I’m…”

I caught the signs, knew what she wanted, knew that she was scared, still nervous around me. She gripped her inner thigh, tugging on her loose skirt and I couldn’t help but grin, knowing she was just on the edge of having what she wanted. She was right there and I’d gladly see her off that cliff.

“Touch yourself if you need to.” Red’s quick glance, her widened eyes and the return of that blush pulled a small laugh from me. “You don’t need to worry about me, sweetheart. Nothing you do leaves this room. On my hon…” No. I couldn’t say that. I had no honor. Not anymore. Not after what I’d done. I wanted it back, I wanted to earn it, but it wasn’t mine, not yet. “I promise.”

“I don’t know…how.”

“I’ll show you.” I was careful to watch her face, gage her reactions, see if she’d change her mind, but my fingers on her skirt, pulling, then slipping down her too sweet, too girly cotton panties did nothing to make her stop me. “Relax. Just take a breath.” And she tried, nodded again but dug her fingers into my sheets as though she needed some grip to keep gravity in check, like she couldn’t manage to trust touching herself. It was fine. I’d do it for her.

She was pink everywhere. Pink and wet and pulsing like a grape on the vine, full and ready for the taking. This wouldn’t take long, I knew that. This girl was desperate and hungry for something she couldn’t quite reach. Something she probably didn’t even understand. So I was gentle as I lowered over her, as I separated her folds with my big fingers and brushed my tongue against that swollen clit. I thought she probably felt my smile against her pussy when I watched her, when the flush on her skin and those panting breaths made her skin glow. God, she looked beautiful. So looked ready to burst. “Is that good?”

“So…so good. God…”

“This is better.” Red bucked against my fingers when I slipped them inside, feeling the searing heat of her pussy, the tight, tight muscles that wrapped around my fingers. Fuck, those smells, the feel of her, the hiss of her throaty voice when she groaned, it was like a slice to my chest, feeling all of this at once, knowing I could only taste, could only touch.

My penance. My punishment for taking something that had never been mine.

“Ransom…oh God…what…Oh!”

Fingers dipping deeper, tonguing flicking fast against her clit, Red only became wetter and she dug her fingers so hard against my sheets that her knuckles turned white. “Squeeze my fingers.” And she did, tight, greedy grip around my fingers and then the memory came back, like it always did. That small body, that sweet, sweet taste, the first I’d ever had.

The way she’d called my name, how she’d tasted on my tongue. That memory cripples me. Every damn time. The memory stung, but I let it in, taking that pain, cradling it—Emily’s tight, wet body gripping my fingers, how fascinated I’d been by her reactions, by how responsive she was. I had felt like a god. I’d felt powerful and strong and so very astounded that it was me, the clumsy, senseless sixteen year old that made Emily writhe against my fingers. Me that had her pulling at my hair, pushing me closer into her body.

Red’s climax was hard and I took her scream, her quaking body as my chance to dry my face, to scrub my palms into my eyes, hoping that the memory would fade; hoping that Emily’s face, her taste would finally be erased by the girl laying next to me.

But again, it hadn’t worked. Maybe it was the red hair. Maybe it was the freckles, but for the hundredth time it seemed, touching another girl, tasting someone else’s body, hadn’t managed to pull Emily from my thoughts.

I didn’t think anyone ever would. When the girl’s breaths evened out and she rolled to her side, I took her hand, laid next to her. “When you’re alone, when you want to feel this again, touch yourself deep.” I picked up her hand, kissed her knuckles. “Use those beautiful hips to ride your fingers.”


I liked that she was shy again, as though she was just realizing that it was her voice that shouted out into the room, her body that had washed over in pleasure. But the blush didn’t return.

“Don’t ever let anybody tell you what your body needs. Only you can do that and don’t you settle until you find someone that will give you what you need.”


I shook my head, knowing what she’d say. Knowing what the pull of her frowning lips meant. Sympathy.

Pity. I’d seen it a hundred times before. “I’m good, sweetheart, really.”

“You…you were crying. I felt it on my legs.”

It would be so damn easy to talk to this girl. She didn’t know me. She knew nothing about my folks or my baby brother or that my mother was about to drop another one. She didn’t know about the years mom and I spent in Nashville, how I’d known Kona Hale was my father since I was thirteen. Red didn’t know about all the fuck ups I’d made. She didn’t know about my anger and need to excel.

She only knew that I was the first person to make her come. She only knew what her friends had told her about me. She knew nothing and sometimes it was easier telling a total stranger about all the bullshit weighing you down than your own blood.

But I couldn’t take the pity. I didn’t fucking deserve it. Finally, I shook my head, reached down to drop a quick kiss against her lips. “You’re sweet to worry, but I’m fine. Really.”

“I just thought maybe you would want…”

But I cut her off, standing to pick up her clothes. She dressed in silence with me waiting for her near the door. It was a little harsh, I guess, but seemed to work. They’d come for a release. I’d give it to them gladly, easily. There was no need to linger.

“Thank you, really.” Red looked me in the eyes, all the hints of shyness absent from her features. “You’re a good person, Ransom.”

Behind my closed eyelids, I said a little prayer, wishing that was true and the girl took her cue, left my room with the smell of her climax and the scent of lilac perfuming the air.

“No, sweetheart,” I said to myself. “I’m not good at all.”

Eden Butler PicEden Butler is an editor and writer of New Adult Romance and SciFi and Fantasy novels and the nine-times great-granddaughter of an honest-to-God English pirate. This could explain her affinity for rule breaking and rum. Her debut novel, a New Adult, Contemporary (no cliffie) Romance, “Chasing Serenity” launched in October 2013 and quickly became an Amazon bestseller.

When she’s not writing or wondering about her possibly Jack Sparrowesque ancestor, Eden edits, reads and spends way too much time watching rugby, Doctor Who and New Orleans Saints football.
She is currently imprisoned under teenage rule alongside her husband in southeast Louisiana. Please send help.

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Undoubtedly, one of the biggest books of 2014 has been Archer’s Voice by Mia Sheridan.

Like the Little Engine that Could, Archer climbed his way into the hearts of thousands of readers.

And I like to point out, Mia Sheridan reached #6 on the NY Times Best Sellers list and the highest rated books on Amazon list without the aid of a publicist or publisher.

She’s done it all on her own by word-of-mouth.

Her shy, silent boy was just voted as our reader’s favorite in SEVEN categories in the Smut Book Awards 2014 including Favorite Book Cover and Favorite Smut Book of 2014.

If you haven’t yet read Archer’s Voice, that’s a lot of fellow readers telling you it’s time.
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And now, Mia Sheridan is bringing us Kyland.

Releasing in early 2015, Kyland continues the Sign of Love series and will be a standalone read. (Fun Fact: Kyland is based on the astrological sign, Taurus, and “Kyland” means “bull.” Makes sense, right?)

I’m pretty sure she’s vying to win Favorite Book Cover of 2015 with this one.



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Dead. I’m dead from hotness.


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“What was that?” I asked.
Ashley turned in his seat and gave me an incredulous look. “Are you kidding me?  That kid wanted to take you to the barn, guddyup, and call you Daddy.”
“One of these days,” I whispered, feeling daring and high on the newness of this, the nearness o him, and the heat in his eyes, “I am going to strip you bare slowly, and fuck you while I still have all my clothes on.”

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I ended up on my knees in front of the desk, Ashley leaning against it—fantasy number 12—with my pants open. The elastic of my underwear rubbed the base of my bared cock, up and down, driving my arousal higher, to the point I couldn’t stand it anymore. I peeled a hand off Ashley’s hip and fisted my cock hard. I didn’t really want to come yet. Ashley had other ideas though.

“Fuck,” he gasped and I met his lust-blown eyes as he lifted them. “God, that is so hot.” His eyes rolled back in his head when I relaxed my throat and took him deep. The white-knuckled grip on the desk told me I didn’t have much time if I wanted to catch up and let him watch me come. Seemed like it was a bigger kink of his than I’d thought.

I worked myself over fast and without much finesse as I tongued the vein on the under side of Ash’s cock. With my free hand I rubbed his balls, massaged his taint, and then as I felt the tell-tale tingle, I patted his hip. Meeting his eyes I moaned around his dick when my body seized up and I came all over Karl’s carpet.

“Shit,” Ashley bit out as I shuddered and tried to keep up the rhythm, but he yanked at my hair and pulled me off. “Close your eyes, quick.” I did what he said and heard him choke on a moan before come splattered my face. “Oh, my God,” he said weakly. “Fuck, are you all right? I really didn’t mean to—Hold on, don’t open your eyes yet.” I licked at a bit of come the corner of my mouth as I heard him rummage around. “Wet wipes?” I heard him say. “Really? What does your boss get up to in here?” A gentle wet touch made me jump a little, but Ash shushed me and put his palm against the side of my neck. He licked the same corner I just had and then sucked on my bottom lip. “You can open your eyes now,” he said after a bit.

I blinked and laughed when I saw his guilty, flushed face. “It’s fine,” I said, “I liked it. Thanks for the warning, by the way.”

“Anytime.” He stared at me in silence for a second and then sniggered. “Oh, my God, I can’t believe I did that.”

I began to pull my pants up, but he stilled me with a hand on my wrist. “What is it?”

“Nothing,” he said. “Nothing at all, but… do we have to be done?”

“Oh.” I glanced automatically at his groin and he smiled ruefully.

“Not me, I’m too old. You though…”

“You’re not old,” I chided. “You’re perfect. We just need practice. Years and years of pr—” The breath whooshed out of me when he pressed his hand against my dick. “What—what do you have in mind?”

“Have you ever… been rimmed?”

I made a noise, something sounding a lot like urk as my mind went completely blank.

“I’ll take that as a no, then?” He gave the wet wipes a meaningful look.

“Do you want to?” My knees felt a bit weak, but in the good way.

The grin Ashley gave me was almost feral. “Oh, hell yeah.”

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Lauren Blakely is about to destroy us with Jack Sullivan.

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About Nights With Him

Jack Sullivan is a Sex Toy Mogul.

An extremely eligible bachelor in New York, he’s the full package, right down to his full package. Hell, this man could be the model for one of the toys his company, Joy Delivered, peddles. Instead, he’s the powerful and successful CEO and he’s got commitment issues a mile-long after the tragic way his relationship with his fiancée ended.

He’s looking for a way to erase the pain and that arrives in the form of Michelle Milo. From her pencil skirts to her high heels, she’s his perfect fantasy, especially since she has no idea who he is the night they meet at a hotel bar. He doesn’t have a clue either that she’s the brilliant psychologist his sister has arranged for him to see to help him get over his past. She’s simply the stunning woman he takes to bed that night and delivers many Os of joy too.

His touch helps her forget that other man.

When he shows up at her office door the next day, there’s no way in hell she’s going to treat him after they’ve slept together. Jack isn’t willing to let go of the first woman he’s felt anything for in years so he proposes a deal – share her nights with him for thirty days. At the end of one month of exquisite pleasure, they walk away, having helped each other move on from their haunted pasts.

But soon, all those nights threaten to turn into days as the lines between lust and matters of the heart start to blur. Can two people so terribly afraid of love truly fall head over heels?

Nights with Him is a standalone full-length novel in the bestselling Seductive Nights series following the love affair of a new couple.


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He’s only at the hotel to close a business deal. Then he sees her, and his agenda for the evening shifts—woo her, win her, and make sure she never forgets who gave her the most exquisite pleasure she’s ever had. Jack Sullivan, a billionaire, and one of New York City’s most eligible bachelors, is captivated by the brilliant and beautiful Michelle Milo. From her witty mouth to her sinful body, she’s his perfect fantasy. But there’s more than the undeniable chemistry; they both might be exactly what the other needs. As soon as he has her, he knows one night with her will never be enough. The trouble is, he’s about to run into her tomorrow…in the last place he expects.

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He smiled and fingered a strand of her hair. “Do you have any idea how
nice it is to be involved with a shrink? You don’t overreact to

She laughed. “I still have emotions, Jack. Being a psychologist
doesn’t mean I’m devoid of them, or that I can manage them properly
all the time. Sometimes, I can misbehave horribly.”

Just then the lights flashed, and the orchestra took the stage, the
virtuoso musicians settling into their chairs, ready to launch into
Brahms Fourth Symphony.

“I can misbehave too,” he said, mischief skipping across his blue eyes.

She drew a sharp breath, expecting him to brandish his remote and send
pleasure shooting straight into her core.

But he didn’t. Instead, he took her hand, and turned his attention to
the stage to watch, and listen. She enjoyed the music too, feeling it
wrap its way around her, slink into her mind and body as the sound of
the flutes soared through the cavernous hall. But she was waiting,
too, tense, hoping to feel that pleasure again.

As the violinists picked up their bows, her eyes widened, and she
gripped the arm of her chair. He’d turned it back on, and he’d turned
it to high. She held her breath as she let herself adjust to the
intensity of the vibrations between her legs, but soon he lowered the
pressure, letting it buzz against her at the lowest level, a faint but
still-present sensation, as if he were gently rubbing his fingertip
against her clit. Like they were lying on her couch, watching a movie,
and he’d decided to dip a hand inside her panties and absently stroke
her while staring at the screen.

That was how it felt. Enough pleasure to send her body into a
heightened awareness, a craving for more. But not enough to satiate
her. Not enough at all. She wanted more, and as the bassoons joined in
she was about to beg for it, to tap him on the shoulder and ask him to
turn it up and get her all the way off. But this man could read her
perfectly. He glanced over, and she was sure he was taking in her
expression as she tried valiantly to not show the world that she
wanted him to make her come in her panties at Avery Fisher Hall.

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Title – City of Champions

Author – Chloe Barlow

Genre – Contemporary Romance

Release Date – November 10, 2014

City of Champions by Chloe T. Barlow


How do you find the will to try, when you’ve spent all your life playing on a field strewn with shattered lives and broken rules?

Tragedy and betrayal taught Jenna Sutherland early on that her safest bet was to fiercely avoid any risk, whether it is in work, life, or love. Now a respected orthopedic surgical resident on the cusp of finally breaking through in her career, she’s more guarded than ever.

When injured NFL quarterback Wyatt McCoy bulldozes into her life there’s no denying he’s cocky, selfish, and downright dangerous — everything Jenna’s sworn she doesn’t want.

Suddenly the levelheaded doctor finds herself facing down her greatest fear, and she’s tempted to gamble all she’s fought so hard to build. The two embark on an intense holiday love affair that quickly teeters on obsession, and tempts them both to think they could go all-in on a real future together. Yet Wyatt’s desperation to stay on the field — and out of the operating room — lures him to take dangerous risks with Jenna’s trust.

Will they win at love or lose everything — including their fragile chance at happiness?


“If you’re trying to make me like you, Wyatt, you have a really messed up way of doing it.”

“You do like me. I know you do. More than that, I know you want me.”

Jenna gripped Wyatt’s tee shirt in her fists and pushed his back hard against the wall by the front door.

“I don’t want you, Wyatt.”

Wyatt let her have her mini takeover for a moment. She searched his face with hers, almost hesitant.

“You’re a terrible fucking liar, Doc. Tell me, now that you’ve got me here, what are you gonna do with me?” he taunted. She kept staring at his lips until he took over again. He grabbed her ass with both hands and turned quickly, pressing her up against the same wall.

“Well, then, McCoy. What are you gonna do with me?” Jenna challenged back.

Wyatt slid his right hand around her body, then slowly running his fingers down the front of her jeans. She was hot through the thick cotton and responded almost immediately to his touch.

“Tell me…”

“Tell you what?”

“Tell me you want me.”

“No,” she sputtered at him, squirming against his hand. Wyatt popped open the top of her jeans and unzipped them so he could slip his hand into her panties. Her clit was already hard and swollen against his fingers. He rubbed it with his thumb as he curved two fingers inside of her.

Jenna arched her body towards him, moaning despite herself. No matter what she said to him, her hot and wet body betrayed her. Wyatt could feel her already tightening around his pumping fingers and the circular movements of his thumb.

With his left hand he gripped her jaw, forcing her to look in his eyes, “Tell me you like the way I make you feel.”

“No.” She squirmed against his hand, clearly seeking sexual release, but he had her pinned firmly with the length of his body against hers and his hands, preventing her from controlling the motion.


“Why?” she demanded back. Her blue eyes sparkling with anger, but it was clear she was desperate.

“Because I said so and…because I want to hear it…Jenna.” He stroked her harder with his thumb, suddenly twisting his two fingers inside her until she was quivering against him.

“Y-yes. Yes! I want you so bad it makes me crazy, Wyatt. Are you happy now, you son of a bitch?”

“Very,” and with a smile on his face, he thrust a third finger deeply inside her, caressing her to climax with his thumb.

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We love the Reapers Motorcycle Club books. Hugely love. Big-time lust. Beyoncé-dancing-in-front-of-a-fan kind of love.

Our love is so hardcore that we named Joanna Wylde an Elite Author:

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If you’ve read the other books in this series, you know what we’re talking about. If you haven’t yet, do yourself and your lady bits a favor and read them.

Should you read them in order? Yes, I would recommend you do. Is it necessary? No.

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Why are we talking about the Reapers Motorcycle Club books? Because the 4th in the series — Reaper’s Stand — comes out October 7th!

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As Reapers Motorcycle Club president, Reese “Picnic” Hayes has given his entire life to the club. After losing his wife, he knew he’d never love another woman. And with two daughters to raise and a club to manage, that was just fine with him. These days, Reese keeps his relationships free and easy—he definitely doesn’t want to waste his time on a glorified cleaning lady like London Armstrong.

Too bad he’s completely obsessed with her.

London is independent, and she likes it that way. Besides running her own business, London’s got her junkie cousin’s daughter to look after—a more reckless than average eighteen-year-old. Sure she’s attracted to the Reapers’ president, but she’s not stupid. Reese Hayes is a criminal and a thug. But when her young cousin gets caught up with a ruthless drug cartel, Reese might be the only man who can help her. Now London has to make the hardest decision of her life—how far will she go to save her family?


“What can I do for you?” he asked, his voice low and gravelly. Sexy. I shivered, because I could think of all kinds of things I’d like him to do for me. Maybe even to me, although I hated to admit it. It’d been a long six years, and I hadn’t slept with Nate yet . . . We’d been dating for nearly two months, but between our schedules we didn’t get to see each other all that often. Hell of a dry spell.

I forced myself to consider Hayes’s question seriously, despite the squelching, squishy noises coming from his lap. How did that woman keep sucking on him like that, oblivious to what was going on? It was very distracting.

“You needed something, sweetheart?” Hayes asked again, taking a swig of his beer. “If you’re here to join in, fine, but otherwise come sit down and tell me what you want.”

Join in?

My cheeks radiated heat and I knew I was lost. I’d done so well staying matter-of-fact up to this point, but there are limits. Just get it over with! Then you can go home and have a very large glass of wine.

I’d need a bucket to hold all the wine I’d be drinking tonight, I decided.

“I’m looking for my cousin’s daughter. She lives with me.”

“Have a seat,” he told me again. Gage gave a laughing snort behind me, shutting the door on us. I glanced down at the couch, an old plaid monstrosity that had to be twenty years old. With my luck, I’d catch a disease from it.

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“I can stand.”

“Sit. Down.”

His voice snapped, and I felt myself tremble. Reese Hayes was a scary man. He’d been playing nice so far, but I was all too aware of the rumors surrounding him. Nate was a sheriff’s deputy, and he was full of stories about the Reapers, particularly their president. I’d blown him off, because the MC were good clients and I figured he was biased against them. No criminal gang could just exist in the middle of the community so openly, could it? Looking at Hayes now, I realized those stories might have been true after all.

His eyes were like cold chips of blue ice, and the hint of gray at his temples and in the scruff covering his chin gave him an air of authority that I wanted to obey almost instinctively. His arms were thick, banded with heavy muscles, and his thighs . . . I glanced away quickly, because those thick thighs of his framed the half-naked woman sucking his penis perfectly. Like I’d walked into a particularly high-definition porn shoot.

I wanted to die.

About the Author: Joanna Wylde is a New York Times bestselling author and creator of the Reapers Motorcycle Club series. She currently lives in Idaho.

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One More Chance by Abbi Glines Excerpt Reveal #AtriaIndies

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Fall in Love Tour BannerToday you get another sneak peek at One More Chance, the continuation of Grant and Harlow’s story from Take a Chance. You’ll get our full recommendation on September 4th, but this should hold you over until then…

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One More Chance


“No one will persuade me to give up my baby. I will not choose myself over this child. I can’t. I won’t. I just . . . don’t ask me to again, just understand that I have to do this my way.”

Mase tensed beside me. Any reminder that I was taking a gamble with my life upset him. But it was my life to choose. I didn’t push him to agree. We walked in silence to the house.

Maryann stood over the stove in a blue and white polka-dotted apron, which I knew was monogrammed on the front. It had been a gift from me when I was seventeen. When the screen door slammed behind us, Maryann glanced over her shoulder and smiled.

“Just about ready. Set the table for me, will you?” she said, then turned back to the stove.

Mase went to the silverware drawer, and I went for the plates. This had become a regular routine. After putting down four place settings, I went to get the mason jars and fill them with ice and sweet tea.

“Five places today. Major will be here for lunch. He called this morning to let me know he was on his way into town. Dad agreed to hire him for the next six months. He needs a break from the drama at home, and we need another strong pair of arms around here.”

From what I remembered of Major, he was a bully. A scrawny, mean bully. But then, I hadn’t seen Mase’s cousin since he was ten, so things could have changed. He should be taller than four and a half feet and have his braces off by now.

“Uncle Chap still planning on divorcing this one?” Mase asked as concern wrinkled his brow. We never talked about his cousin, mostly because Major had lived in a different country every time Mase had mentioned him. Uncle Chap was a Ma­rine, and he was hard-core. He also made it his goal in life to marry as many young, beautiful women as he could. Major always had a new mom.

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That much I remembered.

Maryann sighed and set the biscuits on the table. “The thing is, this time it isn’t about some pretty young thing want­ing a sugar daddy. Hillary also wanted Major, and apparently, she got him. Major made a mistake, and, well, Chap isn’t very happy with his wife or his son. Major can’t go home and face his dad now, and he doesn’t want to go back to college. He’s confused and unhappy.”

Mase set the pitcher of tea on the table and swung a surprised expression toward me. He hadn’t known this bit of information. Interesting. “You mean . . . Major tapped his stepmom?”

“Don’t say tapped,” Maryann said as she frowned at her son. “And yes, he did. But Hillary was only four years older than Major. What did Chap expect? He’s an old man, and he mar­ried a young girl, then put her in a house with his beautiful son while he went off to work all the time.”

Mase let out a low whistle and then chuckled. “Major tapped his stepmom,” he said again.

“That’s enough. He will be here any minute, and I know he’s embarrassed about all this. Be nice. Ask him about col­lege or what he wants to do. Just don’t talk about Hillary or his dad.”

I was trying hard not to look completely disturbed by this. I couldn’t picture Major as beautiful by any stretch of the imagination. But then, all I knew was the ten-year-old Major, not the twenty-one-year-old who could attract a woman who shouldn’t want him.

A swift knock on the door got our attention, and all eyes in the kitchen turned to the door as the grown-up version of Major Colt walked into the room.

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#1 New York Times bestselling author Abbi Glines continues the unforgettable story of Grant Carter, the irrestible playboy who first captured readers’ hearts in Fallen Too Far.

The second installment in a never before published New Adult duet by #1 New York Times bestselling author Abbi Glines, ONE MORE CHANCE is the follow up to the smash hit TAKE A CHANCE, and concludes the story of Grant Carter, a fan favorite character, and Harlow.

She was it. His one. His only. Then he made the mistake of letting her go.

After fighting his way into Harlow Manning’s heart—and revealing a side of himself no one had ever seen before—Grant Carter destroyed his own heart by giving in to his greatest fears and doubts. Months later, he’s stuck in a miserable routine. Work relentlessly. Beg his best friend Rush for news about Harlow. Avoid all other friends. Leave nightly voicemails for Harlow, pleading with her to come back to Rosemary Beach. Fall asleep alone. Repeat.

Miles away, on her brother’s Texas ranch, Harlow can’t bring herself to listen to Grant’s voicemails. Though she wants to be with him, and knows he regrets letting her go, she doesn’t know if she can trust him. When he discovered the truth behind her sheltered upbringing, it shattered their relationship, but the secret she carries now has far greater consequences. Can she risk giving Grant one more chance, or will the gamble ultimately destroy her?

With her signature passionate characters and sizzling connections, Abbi Glines debuts another steamy, page-turning novel that will leave readers desperate for more.

ABBI GLINES is the New York Times, USA TODAY, and Wall Street Journal bestselling author of the Rosemary Beach, Sea Breeze, Vincent Boys, and Existence series. A devoted booklover, Abbi lives with her family in Alabama. She maintains a Twitter addiction at @AbbiGlines and can also be found on Facebook and at AbbiGlines.com.

“Only Abbi Glines can pull off a heart-wrenching love story like this.” – Tammara Webber, New York Times bestselling author

ONE MORE CHANCE by Abbi Glines
Paperback | On Sale: 09/02/14| ISBN: 9781476756578 | $15.00 | 256 pages | eBook: 9781476756592

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