New Covers Revealed! Kerry Heavens Launches Brand New Gorgeous Covers

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New Covers Revealed! Kerry Heavens Launches Brand New Gorgeous Covers

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Two of my favorite books just got a makeover.

Old Covers:

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However much I loved the old covers — and lemme tell ya, the old Still Human cover is a perfect match for the book — these new covers are gorgeous!

Get your grabby hands on these books now!


And make plans to meet Kerry Heavens at Shameless Book Con 2016 on October 22nd in Orlando!

Cover Reveal and ARC Giveaway: Grayson’s Vow by Mia Sheridan

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Cover Reveal and ARC Giveaway: Grayson’s Vow by Mia Sheridan

Don’t mind me as I jump up and down with glee! On September 10, SBC Elite Author Mia Sheridan is giving us the latest in the Sign of Love collection, Grayson’s Vow (Sign of Love Virgo). Let’s hit you with the blurb.

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Kira Dallaire is desperate.

Some challenges in life seem too hard to overcome. With little money, and even fewer options, the quick-witted and vibrant twenty-two-year-old needs to reinvent herself. Known for her generous heart and impulsive personality, she devises a survival plan, possibly her most outrageous idea yet.

Grayson Hawthorn is losing hope.

Some obstacles in life seem too hard to overcome. Betrayal definitely being one of them. With limited capital, and dwindling resources, he is attempting to resurrect his failing family vineyard, a self-imposed vow seemingly destined to fail. That is until a young woman enters his office with an outlandish, unexpected proposition impossible to refuse.

What begins as a temporary business arrangement, soon evolves into more as vivacious, spirited Kira challenges detached, arrogant Grayson to want more from life. To want more for himself. But as their wills clash and fiery passion ignites, they’ll realize that sometimes the past creates walls too difficult to climb, and that lies and deception rarely precede a happily every after.

As Kira and Grayson race toward their destiny, they will discover that some vows are meant to be broken, and others are worth risking everything for . . . even your very own heart.

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And the cover. I’m sure he’s whispering sweet nothings in her ear.

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Cover Reveal: ROCK by Kendall Grey #LongLiveTheROCK

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Cover Reveal: ROCK by Kendall Grey #LongLiveTheROCK

Have you seen the Killer Buzz Float about Kendall Grey’s newest Hard Rock Harlots installment entitled ROCK?

Well, Smut Muffins, here are both the censored and uncensored covers of the new book!

Why are there two covers? Kendall explains:

“The censored cover fits the tone of the book perfectly and sends a clear message. There’s a lot of symbolism hiding beneath the surface there.”

Stay tuned tomorrow to find out what ROCK is all about. The book description is coming your way then!

And if you don’t know the Hard Rock Harlots, rectify. They’re each ★★★★★ and completely filthy.

If you’d like to read chapter one of ROCK the day before it releases, Kendall will send it to her newsletter subscribers on March 2. Join her mailing list here.

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Cover Reveal: Make Me — The Submission Games by Tamara Mataya

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Cover Reveal: Make Me — The Submission Games by Tamara Mataya



The currency is pleasure and the cost is a surrender of power.

Investigative journalist Sloane Winters has one goal: take down The Underground, the exclusive BDSM club that’s swallowed her twin. Her exposé will show her sister the truth—there’s no such thing as harmless fun in BDSM.

Darko Aralica immediately recognizes Sloane as a submissive, but her judgmental arrogance about kink is an intriguing challenge. When she begs him to teach her submission, he accepts. He’ll prove Sloane’s rightful place is at The Underground—or tied to his bed.

Darko begins Sloane’s training, guiding her through sensual scenes that strip away her preconceptions about the lifestyle – and herself. Sloane thought she wanted the truth.

But the truth doesn’t always set you free.

Welcome to The Underground.

You can’t buy your way in. You can’t screw your way in. But you might earn your chance to enter the inner circle and submit to Doms who know your desires better than you do. If you can take it. There can only be one winner of the Submission Games. It probably won’t be you.

Get on your knees.


As a little bonus incentive, Tamara’s giving away a $50 Amazon gift card to someone who pre-orders MAKE ME! For a chance to win, simply forward your receipt of purchase email or a screenshot of the same to for verification.

Winner will be revealed on March 10th (release day) on her Facebook page.

See you at The Underground…


Exclusive Cover Reveal: Thick Love by Eden Butler

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Exclusive Cover Reveal: Thick Love by Eden Butler

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.

EXCLUSIVE Cover Reveal: Kyland by Mia Sheridan

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EXCLUSIVE Cover Reveal: Kyland by Mia Sheridan

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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And then that?

Dead. I’m dead from hotness.


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New Covers From Tessa Bailey

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As if her books aren’t hot enough, Tessa just HAD to go and make her covers hotter with her new series, Crossing the Line.

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And while she’s revealing these hot covers, she’s offering a big-ass giveaway, including advance copies of her upcoming hot-cover books!

Risking it All (Crossing the Line) Pre-Order — Coming Jan 27th (A ★★★★★ MUST read! Nelle and I LOVED Bowen!)

His Risk to Take — Free as of December 15, 2014

Riskier Business (Entangled Select) (Crossing the Line) — Only 99¢!

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If you don’t already know the magic of Tessa Bailey’s written word, catch up with a few of these must-read books:


Tessa and Entangled Publishing are offering a huge giveaway opportunity of 5 copies of Tessa’s books! Enter to win a digital copy of one of these books:

• 5 Riskier Business — ARC (Advance Review Copy)
• 5 Risking it All — ARC (Advance Review Copy)
• 5 His Risk to Take

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Exclusive Cover Reveal: City of Champions by Chloe Barlow

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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.

A Gateway to Love Series Reading Order

1. Three Rivers (A Gateway to Love Novel Book 1)  ⇐ SBC Award Winner: Sale = 99¢
2. City of Champions


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COVER REVEAL + EXCERPT: Raced by K Bromberg

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We don’t post non-exclusive cover reveals very often, but there are special covers that are deemed special enough to get our spotlight.

Raced by K Bromberg is getting our smutty spotlight today.



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The Colton Points of View Collection

CLICK TO PRE-ORDER: Raced: (Reading Companion to the bestselling Driven Series) (The Driven Trilogy Book 4) releasing September 15!

From New York Times and USA Today bestselling author K. Bromberg comes a companion novella to the best selling Driven Trilogy (Driven, Fueled, and Crashed). This novella is a compilation of reader-requested scenes from the series retold through the eyes of Colton Donavan.

Colton Donavan lived life in the fast lane, but it took Rylee Thomas to teach him what racing was all about.


You think you know me?

Think again.

*Raced is not a complete re-write of the Driven Trilogy. This companion explores pivotal scenes as well as some new ones written in Colton Donavan’s point of view that were not previously published in Driven, Fueled, and Crashed. Hear his thoughts, experience his inner-turmoil, and laugh with him on his journey as he overcomes his demons and accepts what it means to love.

This novella is for the devoted readers of the Driven series. It is recommended that this companion be read after Driven, Fueled, and Crashed.


“Well, according to you, I took the checkered flag last night, Rylee…” I say as I take a step toward her trying to snap my thoughts in line, make up a reason for being here besides the need to make sure she’s okay when I could have just picked up the fucking phone. I resist the urge to reach out and touch her because I know if I do, my dick will rise to the occasion and do the talking for me. And fuck if I know what it will say.

She licks her lips, dick beginning to win the internal thought process when I suddenly figure out my angle – my in – my stupid ass excuse for showing up the morning after like some pussy-whipped douchebag. Because fuck, you can’t get pussy-whipped after just one taste. Shit like that takes time to acquire.

Or so I’ve heard.

This man might be drawn to the pussy palace but fuck if its queen will hand out orders that I’ll obey.

I take another step toward her, still undecided about my excuse for being here when I glance down momentarily and see her nipples harden through her tank. Well at least I know she’s still attracted to me. Let’s see if I can make her like me again. Give me another chance.

Bingo. Truth shall set me free. There’s the answer. I just want another chance when I’ve never wanted one before.

And therein lies the second question, another chance at what though?

EXCLUSIVE COVER REVEAL: Melt for Him by Lauren Blakely + Giveaway

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EXCLUSIVE COVER REVEAL: Melt for Him by Lauren Blakely + Giveaway

The Entangled Brazen ladies know their stuff when it comes to hot n’ steamy dirty talk. We here at Smut Book Club like to refer to them as #LikeCandy because they’re quick and easy to read and could possibly be bad for your health. Lucky for us, they also know how to put together a hot n’ steamy book cover without crossing over into Cheeseland. Lauren Blakely’s next release, Melt for Him, exemplifies hot n’ steamy (minus the cheesiness).

From the publisher:

MELT FOR HIM is the first full-length novel in Lauren Blakely’s sexy fireman series with Entangled Brazen. This novel follows a new couple and can be read as a standalone, though readers will likely enjoy the Burn For Me novella as well. Releasing September 8, 2014, MELT FOR HIM will be priced at $2.99 for preorder (you can now pre-order Melt For Him here!) and the first week of release as a special Fan Appreciation Pricing! After that, the price will go up to $3.99.

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To get readers primed and ready for her newest panty-melting, dirty-talking alpha hero, Lauren is giving away this LELO vibrator: LELO Gigi Personal Massager. May your days and nights be filled with pleasure!

To enter the giveaway (below), check out this exclusive excerpt from MELT FOR HIM, and let us know in the comments what your favorite line from the excerpt is. Your comment is one of the ways you can enter through the Rafflecopter widget below. One winner will be picked randomly on Tuesday, August 19th!


She brought the viewfinder to her eye and felt a bit like a proud film director. The shot was perfect. The setting, the wooded trees, the morning light. But most of all—him. The desire in his eyes was tangible. Even in the bulky, heavy turnouts, she could make out the shape of his hard length. The pants were thick enough that the shot wasn’t too dirty, but he was still visible enough that he was perfect fodder— he was the firefighter every woman fantasized about.

That was the trouble. He made her feel too good, and it wasn’t a fantasy; it was all too real. More real than she ever expected. She should draw some lines in the sand with him and make a strong pact to behave. But she didn’t want him to keep his hands off her. She wanted his hands, his head, his heart.

After she finished shooting, she peered through the LCD screen to confirm she had enough shots. Then she heard him walking to her, and his nearness stirred her blood.

“Put the camera down, Megan,” he said.

Surprised by his command, she glanced up, the camera still in her grip. His eyes were full of dark craving, rimmed with black around the pupils. He didn’t stop looking at her, nor did he break the hold he had on her as he spoke again in a low and husky voice.

“You have ten seconds to put down the camera and get back into the same position I asked you to remember.” All the air whooshed out of her lungs from the dominating way he talked to her, leaving her no choice but to return to the rock. He sat down and pulled her onto him. She swallowed, her throat dry as he stared at her as if he wanted to consume her.

“Now touch yourself.”

She exhaled hotly, overcome with desire. Her entire being had been reduced to the aching between her legs. Even so, she managed a weak protest. “I thought we agreed…”

“I don’t care what we agreed to. I can’t fight this anymore, and I can’t pretend I don’t want you in every way. You are under my skin, and in my head, and even if there are one million reasons or just one reason not to touch you, I can’t find it in me right now to resist.”

“I can’t either,” she said, and the admission was a huge relief. The tension was too much to bear. She was a cog wound too tight in danger of snapping. She’d rather bend. With him.

“Torture me, Megan, with your sexy sounds,” he growled. “I want to watch you and see the look on your face when you’re close to breaking. I want to hear those sounds you make when you’re losing control,” he said, and she trembled from his words. “Do you want to come right now as much as I want to watch you?”

“More than anything.”

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He knows exactly how to make her burn…

Fire captain and bar owner Becker Thomas usually spends his nights alone, trying to escape painful memories from his past. When he meets a sexy, free-spirited brunette outside his bar, he knows he’s found the perfect way to forget for one night. But when he later discovers the woman he’s itching for another night with is his best friend’s sister, everything comes to a halt.

Just out of a toxic relationship, Megan Jansen is only in Hidden Oaks to visit her brother, photograph the firemen’s calendar, and then slip off to another adventure. The brooding man who gave her the best sex ever is an unexpected surprise. The problem is, he’s her brother’s friend and a fellow fireman, and Megan’s rule is no firemen. She knows she’s going to get burned …but keeping their hands off each other is easier said than done

And don’t miss the novella, BURN FOR ME, out now!

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About Lauren Blakely:

Lauren Blakely writes sexy contemporary romance novels with heat, heart, and humor, and her books have appeared on the New York Times, USA Today, Amazon, Barnes and Noble, and iBooks bestseller lists. Like the heroine in 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. Her novels include Caught Up In Us, Pretending He’s Mine, Playing With Her Heart, and Trophy Husband. She also writes for young adults under the name Daisy Whitney.

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To get readers primed and ready for her newest panty-melting, dirty-talking alpha hero, Lauren is giving away this LELO vibrator: LELO Gigi Personal Massager!

To enter the giveaway, let us know in the comments what your favorite line from the excerpt is. Your comment is one of the ways you can enter through the Rafflecopter widget below. One winner will be picked randomly on Tuesday, August 19th!
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Exclusive Cover Reveal: Ricochet by Skye Jordan

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Isn’t it pretty?

Oh, hell, it’s pretty.

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Catch up with the first two Renegades books — Reckless and Rebel — before Ricochet comes out on July 14th! Though they can be read as standalone books involving different couples, the series has interconnecting characters and story lines.

Reckless ★★★★

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“I’m just checking that you have everything you need,” Rachel said.

She turned her back to him and bit her lip for courage before she lifted her arms overhead to shake the sheet loose and let it float to the mattress. Her dress cleared her naked ass cheeks as soon as her arms were shoulder high, and cool air swept over her bottom, her thighs, her sex. Then the hem of her dress slowly hid her body from view again as she lowered her arms when the sheet touched the mattress.

“Since the housekeeper doesn’t start until tomorrow morning,” she said, talking to keep her nerves under control, “I’ll just make this for you real quick.”

At one corner, she bent enough for her dress to lift over the curve of her cheeks as she secured the elastic band around the mattress. Nathan was so utterly silent, she darted a sidelong look as she moved to the upper corner of the bed.

His mouth was open, his gaze dark and dazed on her body, as if he’d been shocked stupid.

A little thrill of accomplishment, of power, gave Rachel the confidence to continue. She leaned farther over this corner, working to get the sheet over the mattress, and her dress rode higher. “I’m sure you’re tired.”

His deep exhalation made giddiness bounce in her throat. She had to just go for it. All or nothing.

She cast one quick look to make sure he was still watching before she lifted one knee to the mattress, then the other. “Don’t worry, I’ll keep my boots off the sheet.” She lowered to her palms and slowly started crawling across the mattress, her ass and her sex completely exposed. She had to close her eyes against the confusing sense of both excitement and shame, and thanked God she wasn’t looking at him or she’d never have been able to do it. “These last couple corners are always the hardest, you know?”

“Mother of God,” he rasped, creating a spurt of joy through her body. Knowing his eyes were on her pussy, watching her move, made her ridiculously wet and horny.

She tugged the one corner into place, then started for the last, without any freaking idea what she’d do if he didn’t make a move by the time she had the sheet on.

His hand closed around her calf above the top of her boot, and she gasped just before he yanked. Her knees came out from under her, and she landed on her belly with a surprised screech, which continued as he dragged her to the end of the bed.

By the time he’d flipped her over, her dress was crumpled up around her breasts, her body on full, naked display. With his hand still tight on one calf, his gaze poured heat over her body once more before he met her eyes. And the look there punched her gut with lust.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” he asked, his voice rusty and dangerous.

She lifted on her elbows, then pushed up on her hands. “Um…” She tried a tentative smile. “I really don’t know much about, you know, seduction, but…it’s all I could think of at the last minute.”

After his hungry gaze touched every inch of her bare skin, it returned to hers. His other hand gripped the opposite calf, and his jaw muscle jumped with tension. With a sudden jerk, he pulled her to the edge of the bed, parting her thighs and pulling her legs around him.

“Are you playing by the rules we talked about earlier?”

Her gaze ran over his body. She wanted him so bad, she hurt. Her pussy throbbed to feel his cock inside her. Her breasts ached for his mouth. Every inch of her body felt like a mess of electrical wires with live current arcing through but nowhere to go. “Yes.”

She pushed up to a sitting position, wrapped her legs tight around his thighs, curled her fingers into the waistband of his pants, and kissed his navel. Nathan’s skin quivered beneath her lips, and he growled at the same time that one of his hands drove into her hair and pulled her head back. The pressure along her scalp pinched, and she winced for a second as she looked up at him.

Then his hand relaxed. “Tell me what you want.”

“I want…to try it.” She forced herself to be honest, which required vulnerability. “I still think you’re too much for me. And I think your sexual needs will quickly overwhelm me.”

She closed her eyes and licked her lips, and when she opened her eyes again, so much emotion swirled in Nathan’s gaze, it reached into her heart. This was intimate. She didn’t care what label he put on it to make himself feel better, but she was baring herself to him in a way she’d never done with any man in her past. And the mere act of him hearing her and accepting her, as is, flaws and insecurities and all, was one of the most generous acts she could ever remember a man showing her.

“But I want you,” she continued, “tortured trying to stay away from you when you’re right here. And I know you’re only in my life for a very short time.” She pulled in a breath. “I don’t want to hurt anyone, interfere in anyone’s life, but I don’t want to regret not experiencing you when I had the chance either.”

The look that passed through his eyes was troubled. Deeply painful. And gut-wrenchingly raw.

She’d hurt him. She didn’t know how, but she’d hurt him. And regret slammed her chest like a brick. Emotion stuttered into her lungs on a breath. “I’m sorry—”

His head swept down, and his mouth took hers in a vicious kiss. Rough, fierce, borderline painful as he pulled her head back by her hair, stroking his tongue into her mouth like he was lapping up his salvation. His lips pressed and sucked at hers. His teeth bit and tugged.

Rachel turned her head, forcefully breaking the kiss. “Nathan—”

His teeth moved down her neck, lips sucked at her collarbone. Then he dropped to his knees, the sound thudding through the small space. He gripped her thighs, lifted her legs, and hooked the heels of her boots on the footboard, then forced her thighs wide and pulled her hips toward him at the same time.

“Nathan—” His mouth covered her sex in an open, erotic tongue-stroking kiss. “Ah God!”

Rachel dug her fingers into his hands, her body shocked by the intense pleasure. His mouth was as rough and hungry as it had been on her mouth, and she couldn’t hold still, couldn’t stay quiet. His mouth covered her, his tongue stroking and plunging, his lips sucking. He seemed to have no boundaries, no place he wouldn’t lick her, no time limit on pleasuring her.

The approaching orgasm flooded fast. Too fast. She wasn’t ready. She needed more. Needed slow. Needed to feel his body close. Needed…

“Oh fuck. Fuck. Nathan…wait…please…”

Too late. The pleasure rose in a mammoth wave and broke hard, so intense she screamed. But Nathan’s hand was over her mouth, muffling the sound, his mouth still on her pussy, pushing, pushing, pushing for more. Her body obeyed, her hips lifting off the bed, her pussy against his mouth until another orgasm gripped her in hard convulsions, bowing and flexing her muscles, twisting her body, arching her back.


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EXCLUSIVE Cover Reveal: Becoming Calder by Mia Sheridan

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Go ahead and read this tasty morsel from Becoming Calder before you scroll down for the cover reveal and giveaway.

Becoming Calder Excerpt

Fucking HOT, amirite?

That nugget of sexy is from the upcoming book, Becoming Calder, by New York Times Best Selling author, Mia Sheridan.

Though we have to wait until October to read the rest, Mia is generously offering advance copies to two Smut Book Club readers because she’s awesome like that.

And because I’m awesome, I’m giving away the Mia Sheridan trilogy: Leo, Stinger (both Nelle-recommended), and Archer’s Voice (I gave it ★★).

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Why? Because today is Mia’s birthday AND cover reveal day!

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Happy Birthday, Mia!

You’re not supposed to give us things on your day; we’re supposed to shower you with goodies and pictures of hot men.

But thank you anyway, because Calder is MIGHTY FINE on this cover.


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EXCLUSIVE COVER REVEAL: Tara Sue Me, The Submissive Trilogy Continues

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You didn’t even know Tara Sue Me was planning two more books in The Submissive Trilogy, did you?

Tara Sue Me Submissive Trilogy Continues

Because no one did.

So now, the trilogy becomes a quintet, and millions of hardcore Tara Sue Me fans rejoice!

THE CHALET is an e-book novella releasing on 10/21/2014. PRE-ORDER HERE
THE ENTICEMENT is a full-length novel releasing on 4/7/2015.

The Enticement

The Enticement

New York Times bestselling author Tara Sue Me returns to the story of Abby and Nathaniel to explore the passion after the ‘Happily-Ever-After’…

Limits were made to be pushed.

Abby West has everything she wanted: a family, a skyrocketing new career, and a sexy, Dominant husband who fulfills her every need. Only, as her life outside the bedroom becomes hectic, her Master’s sexual requirements inside become more extreme. Abby doesn’t understand Nathaniel’s increased need for control, but she can’t deny the delicious way her body reacts to his tantalizing demands…

Between Abby’s reluctance and Nathaniel’s unyielding commands, the delicate balance of power between the Dominant and his submissive threatens to shift. And as the underlying tension and desire between them heats up, so does the struggle to keep everything they value from falling apart…

The Chalet

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New York Times bestselling author Tara Sue Me’s Submissive series is an international sensation. Now, Abby and Nathaniel’s story continues with their romantic wedding and a honeymoon too hot to believe…

Submitting her body was only the beginning.

Abby King didn’t know true passion until she gave herself to Nathaniel West, one of New York City’s most eligible bachelors and desired Dominants. Now, on the eve of her marriage, she realizes all her dreams are coming true. And with a romantic honeymoon getaway planned at a secluded Swiss chalet, she’s sure Nathaniel will find even more fantasies to fulfill…

Nathaniel never thought he’d settle down until Abby broke down his barriers and changed his plans. With their wedding only weeks away, he can barely wait to possess her completely—heart, body, and soul—and show her the true meaning of being both a wife and a submissive.

Only Abby has one more challenge in store before she becomes his: no sex and no collar for one month before the wedding. Nathaniel is willing to give it a shot but he has one scandalous stipulation—once that month is up, anything goes…

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Check out Angie’s ★★★★ recommendation of The Submissive here.

Tara Sue Me is the New York Times bestselling author of the Submissive series, including The SubmissiveThe Dominant, and The Training, as well as the Partners in Play series, including Seduced by Fire. She lives in the southeastern United States with her family, two dogs, and a cat.

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Cover Reveal + Giveaway: Keep Me by Anna Zaires

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Release Date: September 30, 2014

Abducted at eighteen. Held captive for 15 months.

It reads like one of those headlines. And yes, I did it. I stole her. Nora, with her long
dark hair and silky skin. She’s my weakness, my obsession.

I’m not a good man. I never pretended to be one. She can love me, but she can’t change me.
I can, however, change her.

My name is Julian Esguerra, and Nora is mine to keep.

Keep Me is the sequel to Twist Me, told from Nora & Julian’s POV.


“Are you all right?” There is a concerned expression on Nora’s face as she reaches
up to touch the area above my left ear. Her slender fingers are gentle on my scalp.

“Does it still hurt?”

Her touch sends pleasure streaking down my spine. I want this from her. I want
her to care about my well-being. I want her to love me even though I stole her
freedom—even though, by all rights, she should hate me.
I have no illusions about myself. I’m one of those men they show on the news—the
ones that everyone fears and despises. I took a young woman because I wanted her
and for no other reason.
I took her and I made her mine.
I make no excuses for my actions. I feel no guilt either. I wanted Nora, and now she’s
here with me, looking at me like I’m the most important person in her world.

And I am. I am exactly what she needs now . . . what she craves. I will give her
everything, and I will take everything from her in return. Her body, her mind, her
devotion—I want it all. I want her pain and her pleasure, her fear and her joy.
I want to be her entire life.

“No, it’s fine,” I say in response to her earlier question. “It’s almost healed.”

She pulls her fingers away, and I catch her hand, not ready to forego the pleasure
of her touch. Her hand is slim and delicate in my grasp, her skin soft and warm.
She tries to tug it away reflexively, but I don’t let her, my fingers tightening around
her small palm. Her strength is insignificant compared to mine; she can’t make me
release her unless I choose to let her go.

She doesn’t really want me to let her go, anyway. I can feel the excitement rising
within her, and my body hardens, a dark hunger awakening within me again.
Reaching across the table, I slowly and purposefully unbuckle her safety belt.
Then I stand up, still holding her hand, and lead her to the bedroom at the back of
the airplane.

Twist Me Series Reading Order

  1. Twist Me
  2. Keep Me


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COVER REVEAL: The Raven by Sylvain Reynard

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It’s here… IT’S HERE.

Release Date: February 3, 2015

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Raven Wood spends her days at Florence’s Uffizi Gallery restoring fine works of Renaissance art. But an innocent walk home after an evening with friends changes her life forever. When she intervenes in the senseless beating of a homeless man, his attackers turn on her, dragging her into an alley. Raven is only semi-conscious when their assault is interrupted by a cacophony of growls followed by her attacker’s screams. Mercifully, she blacks out, but not before catching a glimpse of a shadowy figure who whispers to her…

Cassita vulneratus.

When Raven awakes, she is inexplicably changed. She returns to the Uffizi, but no one recognizes her and more disturbingly, she discovers that she’s been absent an entire week. With no recollection of the events leading up to her disappearance, Raven also learns that her absence coincides with one of the largest robberies in Uffizi history – the theft of a set of priceless Botticelli illustrations. When the baffled police force identifies her as its prime suspect, Raven is desperate to clear her name. She seeks out one of Florence’s wealthiest and elusive men in an attempt to uncover the truth about her disappearance. Their encounter leads Raven to a dark underworld whose inhabitants kill to keep their secrets…

Release Date: Early 2015

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I’m interested in the way literature can help us explore aspects of the human condition – particularly suffering, sex, love, faith, and redemption. My favourite stories are those in which a character takes a journey, either a physical journey to a new and exciting place, or a personal journey in which he or she learns something about himself/herself.

I’m also interested in how aesthetic elements such as art, architecture, and music can be used to tell a story or to illuminate the traits of a particular character. In my writing, I combine all of these elements with the themes of redemption, forgiveness, and the transformative power of goodness.

I try to use my platform as an author to raise awareness about the following charities: Now I Lay Me Down to Sleep Foundation, WorldVision, Alex’s Lemonade Stand, and Covenant House. For more information, see my Twitter account.

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Imagine me, jumping up and down, squeeing, all grabby-hands-like for this book, because that’s what’s happening in my head. The imagining part; not the actual doing. I can’t jump up and down. If you’ve birthed two babies within 18 months of one another, you know why.

Unlike me and my ridiculousness, C.D. Reiss is an artist, both of the written word and with her vision. Songs of Submission is by far one of my favorite series of all time. They are wholly worth your time and pennies, and I expect Spin to be just the same.

Book: Spin—Songs of Corruption

Author: C.D. Reiss

Release Date: March 15, 2014

This teaser alone is enough to make me want to sell a kidney to get this book.

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Antonio Spinelli blew through my orderly life like a cyclone.

Gorgeous and passionate, with a breathtaking brutality, he put me under his spell the moment he touched me, drawing me into his underworld of risk, violence and betrayal.

And I discovered, just as this sophisticated savage didn’t trust me, I didn’t trust myself. Something happened to me. Some alchemy from the heat between us.

I discovered I was a savage, too.


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Reading Order for Songs of Submission
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Sequence One

Beg | Tease | Submit

Beg Songs of Submission Tease Songs of Submission Submit Songs of Submission

Songs of Dominance

Jessica | Sharon

Jessica and Sharon Songs of Submission

Sequence Two

Control | Burn | Resist

Control Songs of Submission Burn Songs of Submission Resist Songs of Submission

Sequence Three


Sing Songs of Submission

Songs of Dominance



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About C.D. Reiss

I write a series of erotic romances set in Los Angeles. If you want to know when the next book is coming out, or receive bonus scenes, get on the mailing list by clicking here.

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Cover Reveal + Excerpt: Picking Up the Pieces by Elizabeth Haley

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Picking Up the PiecesPicking Up the Pieces by Elizabeth Hayley

After a myriad of mistakes and a devastating breakup, Lily Hamilton is no longer the impulsive, selfish person she had once been. Now, she longs for the chance to make it up to the one person she knows holds the key to her happiness. But can he get beyond who she was and love her for who she is now? Or is history destined to repeat itself?

Adam Carter has gone through his own metamorphosis. His days of serial monogamy are long gone, and he’s been burying his hurt by dating women he has no intention of committing to. But when he sees Lily for the first time in months, he’s reminded of the man he used to be; the man he wants to try and be again–for her.

Max Samson is on the downward spiral from hell. Drinking and meaningless sex have taken over his life once again, causing him to revert back to the man he’d been before Lily fell into his life. But when his mother invites Lily back into his world, he suddenly remembers how good it felt to have her there. Even if he might not get to keep her.

Find out how Lily gets her happily ever after in this final installment of her story. This book is recommended for mature audiences due to language and unbelievably awesome sexual content.

Picking Up the Pieces Excerpt, from Chapter 4—Adam

The drive to school took even longer than expected as Eva told me repeatedly to slow down and be careful going over any speedbumps for fear of ruining her makeup. “Where’d you learn how to do that anyway?” I asked, nodding toward some powder thing she had in her hand.

​“Brittany’s mom. She taught a bunch of us at a sleepover.” Her voice seemed more chipper than it had before we’d left the house. Only ten minutes earlier she’d been ready to give me a third degree burn with that hair contraption, and now she acted like it never happened. Teenagers.

“Brittany’s mom?” I raised an eyebrow and looked over at her hoping that she’d pick up on the reason for my question without having to spell it out for her. Brittany’s mom was not the female influence I wanted for Eva. Her skin stayed perpetually tan, even during the winter thanks to baby oil and tanning salons. And to my knowledge, she didn’t own one article of clothing that did not cling to her body like plastic wrap. I wasn’t sure what she did for a living, but some of the other fathers and I had speculated on more than one occasion.

Eva flipped the mirrored visor up roughly, letting it slap against the roof. “Yeah, Brittany’s mom. Gosh, what’s your problem today?”

There’s the Eva I remember so vividly from this morning. “Sorry,” I replied with a slight shrug of my shoulders and a smirk.

“Just drop me off over there,” she said pointing to a side entrance of the building that was about thirty yards away from the main doors. “I don’t want people to see me getting out of your car.”

As ridiculous as I thought that was, she was still a thirteen-year-old girl, and I didn’t want to embarrass her. I rolled my eyes, but began to veer down the driveway toward the entrance Eva had requested.

Until I saw her. Lily. Walking up the sidewalk toward the school. My mind scolded itself for thinking her name. And as if by reflex, I slammed on my breaks and threw the car into reverse.

“What are you doing, Dad? I said up there.”

“Uh, I’m gonna drop you at the edge of the parking lot.” I searched for an excuse that would seem believable. Somehow telling Eva that I didn’t want to run into her teacher from last year (you know, the one I’d been screwing) didn’t seem like an appropriate response. “The buses are pulling up. It’ll be easier to turn around. And it’s not cool to be seen with me, remember?” I quickly added hoping that would strengthen my argument.

Eva seemed to accept the excuse without question, and I sighed internally with relief. But Eva had always been observant: able to read people better than most. “What are you looking at?” she asked as her eyes shifted toward the school.

Shit, shit, shit. Had I been that obvious? I was surprised at how easily I recognized her from twenty-five yards away. Her wavy brown hair had grown longer, almost reaching the middle of her back. And her skin was bronzed from the summer. But as much as I didn’t want to think about her, didn’t want to see her, I couldn’t stop my eyes as they made their way up her bare legs to imagine the soft curve of her ass under that tight skirt. And as I ogled her, my mind reminded me how difficult these last five months had been. I’d had nothing but time to think about what had happened between us. And the simple truth was that, as painful as the summer had been, my life was easier without her. She had been disloyal. And selfish. And these were transgressions I didn’t think I could forgive. So, I had made a valid attempt at moving on. I’d even seen a few women, though nothing too serious.

But even though I didn’t want to think about her, my dick had other plans. It twitched at the sight of her confident stride as she made her way toward the building. With no luck, I willed myself to look away, to shut my eyes. I tried to think of anything but grabbing her by the waist and pulling her against me. Anything to rid myself of my sex-filled visions. But to no avail.

For once, I was thankful for Eva’s short attention span. She had already gathered her things and exited the car, seemingly forgetting about her question. Thank God.

But as she shut the door, I realized that forgetting the subject completely had been too good to be true. “Oh, that’s Ms. Hamilton,” Eva said excitedly as she popped her head in the window one last time. “I loved her.”

As Eva made her way toward the building, my eyes remained on Lily, penetrating her with my gaze. “Me too,” I whispered.

I waited until she entered the building before I reached down to adjust myself through my pants. This is gonna be a long fucking day.

Perfectly Ever AfterPerfectly Ever After by Elizabeth Hayley

In Pieces of Perfect we introduced you to Lily, Adam, and Max. In Picking Up the Pieces, Lily found her happily ever after with one of the men vying for her heart. But what about the man she didn’t choose? Find out how he attains his perfectly ever after in this final installment of the Pieces series.

About the authors:
Elizabeth Hayley is actually “Elizabeth” and “Hayley,” two friends who love reading romance novels to obsessive levels. This mutual love prompted them to put their English degrees to good use by penning their own. The product is Pieces of Perfect, their debut novel. They learned a ton about one another through the process, like how they clearly share a brain and have a persistent need to text each other constantly (much to their husbands’ chagrin). They are currently getting ready to release Sex Snob, a novel centered around Lily’s roommate Amanda, and have also begun writing the sequel to Pieces of Perfect.

“Elizabeth” lives with her husband, one and a half year old daughter and nutjob of a dog. “Hayley” lives with her husband and her own crazy dog. They are about to adopt a newborn soon. Elizabeth Hayley’s writing motto is best captured by the words of Patrick Dennis: “I always start with a clean piece of paper and a dirty mind.”

We split the time on Goodreads, so those of you who have been communicating with us get “pieces” of each of us. We appreciate all of your support!

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MarissaMy first foray into the Romance genre came my freshman year in high school English, where the teacher had us all read books from several different genres. So, my first book boyfriend and PnR introduction, if you will, was Richard Merlin, from The Wizard of Seattle. Prior to that, I’d only read Fantasy or Sci-fi, with a little teen horror thrown in for angst. I was reading The Vampire Diaries decades before it was even a twinkle in the eyes of the producers. Now, I am addicted to PnR, always reading at least one book a week about vamps, wolves, angels, demons, Fae, or overall magic. Follow me on Goodreads

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The Refrain

Their paths have crossed, setting the refrain in motion.

Five narrative voices.  Five stories.  One resolve.

The Verse.  The Chorus.  The Coda.

Ever since flannel and Doc Martens were considered edgy fashion, Canadian cousins Natalie and Chloe have dreamed of a Friends-future in New York City.  But now that they’ve finally scored a Manhattan zip code, their teenaged fantasies are overshadowed by an adult reality.  With Natalie struggling to accept a long-distance relationship—and her constant battle with loneliness, her survival depends on Zach’s safe return.  And with Chloe’s endless need to find balance and purpose—and her embarrassing secret holding her back, can Adam Ford be the one to understand her completely?

Change is evitable and fate is insisting.  And when panic follows crisis and love is questioned, stories can change in unexpected ways.  The narrative becomes the verse, the part to the whole—the story within the story.

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Six Months (A Seven Series Novel) by Dannika Dark
Release Date: March 25, 2014
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April Frost is a compassionate young woman with a steady job and ambitious goals. But the harder she runs away from her past, the more it threatens to destroy her. When three strangers enter her life, April is forced to face her demons and it’s a battle she may not win.

Private investigators in the Breed world are men who take risks, and Reno Cole is no exception. As a Shifter, he’s expected to control his inner animal. But lately his wolf has been venturing dangerously close to the city, and he’s about to discover why. When Reno is reintroduced to a family friend, the attraction is immediate. April captivates him with her secretive eyes and resilient spirit. She’s also in trouble, and despite the fact she’s a human, Reno can’t turn his back on her.

April is caught between two worlds: One that threatens to bury her dreams and another that could fulfill them. Can she trust the wolf at her door and find the courage to overcome her demons?


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MarissaMy first foray into the Romance genre came my freshman year in high school English, where the teacher had us all read books from several different genres. So, my first book boyfriend and PnR introduction, if you will, was Richard Merlin, from The Wizard of Seattle. Prior to that, I’d only read Fantasy or Sci-fi, with a little teen horror thrown in for angst. I was reading The Vampire Diaries decades before it was even a twinkle in the eyes of the producers. Now, I am addicted to PnR, always reading at least one book a week about vamps, wolves, angels, demons, Fae, or overall magic. Follow me on Goodreads [/box_dark]

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Title: King
Author: T. M. Frazier
Tentative Release Date: April 22nd
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Homeless, hungry and desperate enough to steal, Doe has no memories of who she is or where she comes from.

A notorious career criminal just released from prison, King isn’t someone you want to cross unless you’re prepared to pay him back in blood, sweat, pussy, or a combination of all three.

King’s future hangs in the balance. Doe’s is written in her past. When they come crashing together, they will have to learn that sometimes in order to hold on, you must first learn to let go.

WARNING: This book contains graphic violence, consensual and nonconsensual sex, drug use, abuse, and other taboo subjects and adult subject matter.

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