Monday, January 23, 2017

Cover Reveal ~THE DEVIL YOU KNOW : L.A.Fiore




Title: Devil You Know
Series: Lost Boys #1
Author: L.A. Fiore
Genre: Contemporary Romance/Romantic Suspense
Cover Design: Hang Le
Release Date: March 7, 2017



Blurb

Damian Tate. One look into his sad green eyes and I was hooked. I wanted to be the one to make him laugh, to make him smile. I hadn't expected him to be the one to make me blush, to make me hot...to make me fall in love. He was my first kiss, my first love, my first everything. I wanted forever with him, but life got in the way.

He enlisted, I went to college, and for years we were never in the same place long enough to pick up where we left off.

Thirteen years after he left, tragedy brings him home. The stoic boy I fell in love with grew into a quiet, dangerous and wildly sexy man. He still tugs on all the right strings for me, but he seems determined to keep me at arm's-length.

However, when trouble comes knocking at my door, he is the one to put himself between that trouble and me.

Spending time with him might drive me insane, or it might be our second chance at first love.







Excerpt

Before I could scan the crowd for Damian, a hand wrapped around mine...one with cuts and blood on the knuckles. It was Damian and he looked pissed.

“What the fuck are you doing here?”

My heart hurt seeing his face—a cut near his left eye, blood smeared down his cheek and a blooming bruise on his jaw. “I heard you and Cam talking. I was curious.”

He had been walking me toward the exit but those words stopped him. His feet sort of rooted themselves to the concrete floor as his head turned in my direction. “So you walked here alone?”

“It wasn’t far.”

That wasn’t the right answer apparently because he hissed between his teeth. It wasn’t an actual word, just a release of frustration.

He started toward the exit again. “What are you fighting when you are out there?”

We had just reached the stairs when he pulled me behind them and pressed me up against the wall. “Come again?”

“When you fight, what are you fighting?”

“Not who am I fighting?”

“No, your opponent isn’t what you’re fighting.”

He leaned in and lowered his head to look me right in the eyes. “How do you know that?”

I gently wiped the blood from his face. “I know you.”

He had the strangest reaction to that. He closed his eyes, like he was in pain, and lowered his forehead to my shoulder. “This can’t happen.”

Those words caused a chill to move right down my spine. He was wrong. It totally could and should happen. “Why not?”

He lifted his head and for the first time I saw so much more in those eyes. “Cam is a good friend and your parents are like my own.”

“And?”

His lips brushed along my jaw and I had to lock my knees to keep from sliding down the wall. “And if I did to you all the things I wanted, I couldn’t sit at their table without them knowing that I claimed every part of you.”





Author Bio

L.A. Fiore is the author of several books including: Beautifully Damaged, Beautifully Forgotten, Beautifully Decadent, His Light in the Dark and A Glimpse of the Dream. She's also the social secretary for her two children, a tamer of ill-mannered cats, the companion to one awesome dog and married to her best friend. She likes her wine red, her shrimp chilled and her social gatherings small and intimate.



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Cover Reveal~VIKING (A Real Man #9) :Jenika Snow




Coming January 30th


She’ll be his greatest conquest.


INGRID

I should have been afraid of him, the brutal man with the violence covering him and blood on his face. But he’d saved me from a fate worse than death. He was a Viking, a man who took what he wanted because he could, because no one dared to cross him, to go against him.

And he claimed me.

I was his now, and I didn’t want to fight that.


GUNNAR

From the moment I saw Ingrid I knew I wanted her as mine, as my wife, the future mother of my children. I’ll go to any lengths to keep her by my side, to make her see I’m not letting her go. I may give her the option to leave, to find her own way, but the truth is I would follow her to the ends of the earth to keep her close.

I’m a Viking, a savage, dangerous and violent. I don’t give up when I see something I want. I’ve been searching for Ingrid my whole life; I just didn’t realize it until I looked into her blue eyes.

She will be mine. No matter what.


Warning: Hope you like your men filthy, brutal, and willing to slay for the woman he’s claimed, because in this story you’re getting it all and then some. It’s dirty, totally unbelievable, and probably holds no real historical facts, but it’s fun and hot and hits the right spot. It is what it is, so hang on and enjoy the ride.












Jenika Snow is a USA Today Bestselling Author that lives in the northwest with her husband and their two daughters. Before she started writing full-time she worked as a nurse.



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New Release ~ARROGANT COACH:Cara Chance

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Arrogant Coach (A Bad Boy Stepbrother Romance)
By
Cara Chance
Genre: Erotic Romance
Cover Reveal: January 15th
Hosted By: Chance Promotions

Synopsis:

Jordan Knox is the hot, forbidden, bad boy, heart breaker I lust after. He’s the son of my dad’s new wife and it's wrong for me to think about him as anything more than family.
But, it’s not like I can avoid him; he’s also my track coach at the exclusive private boarding school I attend. Every afternoon he puts me through my paces, training me for my next meet.

Lately, I've been noticing more than brotherly affection in his gaze and the touches that used to be innocent sometimes linger longer than necessary.
He wants to coach me in more than one way.

This is a short novella with insta-love, no cheating, hot sex and a guaranteed HEA.

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Excerpt:

"One more week and then you won't have any hold over me," I whisper to him too tired to yell.
"I'll always have a hold over you," Jordan responds without missing a beat.
"You're such an."
"Ah don't let your words discredit this fine establishment."
"Inconsiderate meany head," I finish lamely.
Jordan laughs so hard he stops walking and puts his hands on his knees to keep from falling over. I stop my foot and go and sit on the grass.
Screw him and his cool downs.
Jordan gets his laughter under control and comes to sit next to me. "Meany head."
"I'm tired. You have been making run all over. You do realize this is the last week before finals? My senior finals."
Jordan's lips turn down as he sits down on the grass and pulls one of my legs on his thighs.
"What are you doing?" I shriek trying to take my leg back but Jordan's hands are clamped tight around it.
My head flops on the grass as his fingers start working my calf.
"You're a smart girl. Well some of the time."
"What is that supposed to mean?" I ask my voice in a purr as he continues working my leg into jello.
"You are a straight A student. I'm sure you don't even need to study. I was just trying to keep you busy so you wouldn't make any stupid decisions."
I yank my leg away and Jordan lets me, but only so he can grab my other and work into the knotted tissue.
"Stupid decisions such as Oscar?"
"See you catch on quick."
"I like Oscar. He's nice to me and he hasn't pushed me to do anything."
Jordan's hands stop in the middle of my calf and he applies pressure. I lift up my head to look at him and his face is stony.
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" he asks in a growl.
"Well, not that's it any of your business, but I was supposed to study with him this whole week but thanks to your."
"Inconsiderate meany head ways," he adds.
"Yes, I have fallen asleep every night and haven't been able to hang out with him. Unlike you he understands."
"Brooklyn, I'm going to tell you this one more time. You will stay away from, Oscar. You will stay away from all the boys. Do I make myself clear?"
"Ugh, you are like a big brother. Annoying and sticks his nose where it doesn't belong. Stay out out of my business."
"Your business, is my business"
"I don't need you to protect me Jordan. I'm a big girl."
"Then act like it. You keep saying you're a big girl, and you're nineteen. But then you keep making these stupid decisions that I have to clean up."
"It's just a date. A guy likes me. Why is that so hard for you to understand?"
"He doesn't like you. He's using you. And if you're too stupid to figure out what he is using you for I can spell it out for you."
"You are such a jerk." I stand up and my legs cry from being removed from Jordan's warm hands of wonder.
"Call me whatever you want. Just stay away from him. It will only end badly."
"Don't tell me what to do," I stomp my calf tightening almost to the point of cramping. I shake it off refusing to let him know he was right about cooling off.
"I'll tell you what to do until you stop making dumb choices."
"Goodnight, Jordan." I say over my shoulder as I walk away.
"Stay away from him or I promise you won't be able to sit for a week."
I flip him off but I'm far enough away I'm not sure if he sees it or not.

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About the Author:

Cara Chance loves to write insta love, taboo stories with a guaranteed happily ever after. She enjoys writing steamy scenes that will make you blush when you read it. Cara is already working on her next hot, sexy read.


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Cover Reveal & Giveaway ~DIRTY WIFE GAMES: Clarissa Wild







Title: Dirty Wife Games
Series: Indecent Games #2
Author: Clarissa Wild
Genre: Dark Erotic Suspense
Release Date: February 28, 2017




Blurb

* This is a Standalone novel *

A scorned wife on the run, and a stalker who follows her every move… Match made in heaven?

After being forced to marry a tyrant, Hyun Song flees his home in a desperate attempt to save what’s left of her dignity … and her life.
Now on her own, she tries her best to move on with her simple life. But she quickly realizes she can’t escape her past … and that she’s not alone …

He watches her through her window.
Sends her indecent notes.
Stalks her everywhere she goes.

He wants her badly, and when she finally lets him in …
It’s time for the wife to play a dirty game.


Author’s note: This story contains sensitive content that may be upsetting to some readers.

ALL BOOKS CAN BE READ AS A STANDALONE.
Indecent Games Series:
Wicked Bride Games: Naomi’s Story.
Dirty Wife Games: Hyun’s Story.







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AMAZON US / UK / CA / AU





Excerpt



From the living room I can hear the shower run. I step closer to the only light source in the house, my heart practically beating out of my chest from excitement. She’s so close, I could almost taste her. I could almost take her.

I shouldn’t.


And yet, I can’t stop myself from inching closer ever passing seconds.


It’s like my feet gravitate towards her. My mind can no longer stop my body from approaching, even if it’s wrong on all levels.


I watch her shower. Through the curtains I can see the silhouette of her body, and sometimes skin peeks through the gap. Her body looks like silk, so smooth. Her olive skin so deliciously appetizing, I want to lick it.


I stop myself before I go too far.


I already went past the moral line when I came all over her window.


Standing near the door to her bathroom, I admire her from a distance, listening to the sound of the water cascading down her skin. She massages herself with oils and the scent is intoxicating. I feel the warmth prickle on my skin and in this moment I wonder if she’ll ever want to truly know me.


If it’d ever be okay to talk to her.


To get to know her.


To be with her.


The more I watch her, the more I want from her. I’m physically incapable to stay away. I feel my best when I’m close to her. I only desire to give her everything she needs. I don’t want to hurt her, and yet I know she has every reason to fear me.


She’s fragile, emotionally drained. Used by wrong people.


I also know her man smacked her around like a wet rag.


He likes beating things senseless. It makes him feel powerful. Better than her.


Calling the cops is useless, they’re in his pocket, and she knows that too. That’s why she never did a thing to stop it. That’s why she ran away from him.


She ran and ran …


But both of us know, you can never run away from a lie.



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Author Bio



Clarissa Wild is a New York Times & USA Today Bestselling author, best known for the dark Romance novel Mr. X. Her novels include the Fierce Series, the Delirious Series, Stalker Duology, Twenty-One (21), Ultimate Sin, VIKTOR, and Bad Teacher. She is also a writer of erotic romance such as the Blissful Series, The Billionaire's Bet series, and the Enflamed Series. She is an avid reader and writer of sexy stories about hot men and feisty women. Her other loves include her furry cat friend and learning about different cultures. In her free time she enjoys watching all sorts of movies, reading tons of books and cooking her favorite meals.



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Cover Reveal~📝A THOUSAND LETTERS : Staci Hart 📝





Title: A Thousand Letters
Author: Staci Hart
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Cover Design: Staci Hart
Release Date: February 9, 2017



Blurb

Sometimes your life is split by a single decision.

I’ve spent every day of the last seven years regretting mine: he left, and I didn’t follow. A thousand letters went unanswered, my words like petals in the wind, spinning away into nothing, taking me with them.

But now he’s back.

I barely recognize the man he’s become, but I can still see a glimmer of the boy who asked me to be his forever, the boy I walked away from when I was young and afraid.

Maybe if he’d come home under better circumstances, he could speak to me without anger in his voice. Maybe if I’d said yes all those years ago, he’d look at me without the weight of rejection in his eyes. Maybe if things were different, we would have had a chance.

One regretted decision sent him away. One painful journey bought him back to me. I only wish I could keep him.

*A contemporary romance inspired by Jane Austen’s Persuasion*



 


Author Bio


Staci has been a lot of things up to this point in her life: a graphic designer, an entrepreneur, a seamstress, a clothing and handbag designer, a waitress. Can't forget that. She's also been a mom, with three little girls who are sure to grow up to break a number of hearts. She's been a wife, even though she's certainly not the cleanest, or the best cook. She's also super, duper fun at a party, especially if she's been drinking whiskey. Her favorite word starts with f and ends with k.

From roots in Houston, to a seven year stint in Southern California, Staci and her family ended up settling somewhere in between and equally north, in Denver. They are new enough that snow is still magical. When she's not writing, she's sleeping, cleaning, or designing graphics.



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ARCHITECT OF LOVE: John Charles Blog Tour



Title: Architect of Love
Series: Fated Soulmates #2
Author: John Charles
Genre: M/M Romance
Published: November 27, 2016




He could work miracles with His Hands
Lance Bartner loved working with his hands, made his living refinishing furniture. Nights out were for fun with friends and the occasional hook-up. Though the L word had never been spoken, he would have enjoyed a relationship had the right man crossed his path. But who would want a laborer like Lance? He wasn't college educated, didn't live in a fancy loft condo, didn't drive a Lexus, and didn't even own a suit.
Forrest Dentren, was an architect and city planner who had become a local name when his design for the Monroe City Center was chosen as one of the top three contenders. Well educated, extremely well built, and as both men and women put it, just plain hot. Some said he was married to his job, others said he was too picky, many said he didn't want to share the spotlight.
One hot, uninhibited sex-filled night

When Forrest broke his routine and went clubbing on a weeknight, he spotted Lance. The attraction was immediate from both sides of the dance floor. They both felt it. A few drinks later, still feeling it, they left for Lance's apartment.
It was never supposed to turn into anything more than one hot fuck
Two people from opposite ends of the world, no roadmap, not directions, no ideas how to make it work.
Architect Of Love is a hot and steamy, gay romance novel with no cliffhangers. It is the second book in The Fated Soulmates series and can be read as a standalone.







 





"This is a steamy and yet also endearingly sweet romance. For a sexy good time, characters to love, and a good combination of sweet and spicy, this gets 8/10 fountain pens." - A. M. Leibowitz
"This was a good book about how being insecure can destroy what may be the best things in your life." -  Gay Book Reviews
"Its a fun read, a good story, realistic with characters I could get behind, and a sensible mix of story v sex. Stars: Four, a great read with realistic storyline." -  Jeannie Zelos book reviews
"If you like sexy architects, hot craftsmen, fated love, second chance, not a lot of sex but just enough to heat up a story and an all around good, sweet romance this is for you." - Cathy Brockton



The tall blond kicked the door closed with his foot as he pinned the shorter, more muscular man against the wall. One hand held the shorter man's hands above his head, the other a handful of his shirt.
"Lance is a pretty name for such a muscular guy. Why'd your mother name you that?" His face was mere inches from Lance's. They breathed the same air as they stared into the other man's eyes.

"She has a thing for different names. Don't ask me why, she just does." Lance was almost hyperventilating; his brown eyes were wide with curious anticipation, the pupils dilated. "I might ask what was in your mother's mind when she named you Forrest. Were you conceived in the woods?"

A growl emitted from the tall blond. He pushed Lance harder against the wall, his entire body now firmly against the shorter man. "Never asked where they fucked and don't want to know, but the name works for me. Does Lance suit you? Are you?"

"That's a rather personal question, don't you think? After all, we just met." Lance struggled to keep his body under control. He could feel the heat emanating from Forrest, his breath smelled of Scotch, his muscles were taught as a lion's ready to pounce. His groin pressed just above Lance's and it was hard with desire as was his own.

They held eye contact for a long minute then Forrest moved his head, slowly as if testing the space between them. Lance followed his full lips as they neared his own. They were heavy with lust, slightly open, tongue barely visible. When they touched his, he felt a tingle down to his toes. He moaned.

Forrest held Lance in place, as he tasted the shorter man. Beer mingled with breath mint met his tongue as he pushed to gain control. He heard Lance's moan and continued to push for more. His body was ready to burst. He felt Lance's heat against his and knew the man wanted what he presented.

Suddenly as if on attack, Lance twisted in the taller man's arms. He forced Forrest around and pressed him against the wall where his back had lain seconds prior. "How does it feel now?" he whispered unable to voice anything louder. "You want more? Can you handle it or are the trees too big, Forrest?"

Forrest could feel Lance's long, calloused fingers holding his wrists. Short, muscular legs stood outside his encasing him. The hand pushing against his chest caused his heartbeat to sound and feel harder and louder. It was his turn to hyperventilate. "I can take anything you throw at me. Care to try something else or is this all you've got?"

Lance pulled Forrest from the wall keeping a tight grip on his wrists. He walked his captive backward to the couch at the far end of the small room. With a push, Forrest was lying on his back, Lance straddling him. For the first time, Forrest took in his surroundings. They were in a small, tidy apartment. The furniture looked old as if from garage sales or thrift stores. Though old, the couch felt soft and comfortable. A bookcase held a small TV and several hardcover books, the titles he couldn't make out from where he lay. Warm, comfortable, masculine were his thoughts, thoughts that were interrupted as Lance sensuously moved his ass along Forrest's throbbing erection. Lance's actions brought a whimper of pain and pleasure from his lips.

Lance sat on Forrest wondering just how far he could go with this hot man who picked him out of all the other guys at The Hole, a club on the gay strip in the south end. He frequented the area. The clubs provided an easy way for him to satisfy his fantasies without too much involvement. He had been the one to pick up others most nights.

Tonight, though, he sat with two friends, no one interested him. Then this hot man, clearly out of Lance's normal league, asked if he wanted a refill. That refill was not finished as they readily agreed to take the night further. A quick cab ride brought them to Lance's apartment.

Slowly with a little uncertainty, he unbuttoned Forrest's shirt revealing a solid hairless chest. "Mmm, smooth, just how I like my men," he said as he pulled the shirt from Forrest's too tight pants. Forrest lifted his butt as Lance pulled the shirt from his body and threw it to the side chair.

Forrest reached up and pulled Lance's shirt over his head throwing it on top of his own. He ran his fingers threw the nest of dark hair on the smaller man's powerful chest. Grabbing a handful, he pulled Lance down for a passionate kiss, one that had both men moaning into each other's mouths.

Lust raged in both men. Lance moved down Forrest's body rubbing his ass along his groin as he did. He unbuttoned his jeans, pulled the zipper down revealing what he thought - Forrest was commando, erect, and already dripping with lust. He lifted Forrest up enough to pull his pants to his thighs, then undid his own and threw them onto the growing pile of clothes.

When Forrest reached for Lance's hardness, he was met with a calloused hand stopping him. "No, let me take care of both of us." Lance moved up slightly, enough to put his cock against the one standing tall in front of him. Taking both into his rough hands, he used the wetness to slide up and down in a sensuous motion designed to cause both men to hurt with pleasure.

He leaned down, keeping his hands moving ever so slowly, and kissed those hot lips again. When he felt Forrest grab his ass, Lance moaned, spread his legs encouraging exploration. They were gasping for breath when Forrest shouted, "Oh Fuck," and came so hard his body spasmed. Lance followed seconds later. He laid his head on Forrest's chest trying to get control of his breathing and listening to the man below him gasping for air.

The cab ride to his apartment had Forrest dwelling on the man who took his breath away. Not his normal type, Lance was shorter, more muscular, had dark hair contrasting Forrest's blond hair and emerald green eyes. He was clearly a man who worked with his hands, not a professional, but could hold his own. Their conversations were interesting, intelligent, and broad in scope. Forrest had learned to stay away from politics and religion. He was pleased that Lance didn't broach those topics either.

Forrest had a busy life, busy work schedule, and firm rules about living that life. He didn't go out on work nights. He didn't break his rules. He was tired and would pay for his indulgences in the morning.

Lance didn't fit his type. Normally Forrest went for the younger twinks. Muscles were not usually a turn on for him, but damn if this guy broke that rule, too. He allowed himself to close his eyes for a minute seeing the broad shoulders of the man pinning him down on the couch. Though shorter, Lance was clearly stronger. He wondered just how far this one nighter might have gone if it were not a work night.

His dreams were interrupted by the cabbie announcing they were at his destination. He paid, gave the man a good tip and made his way into the three-story building. He took the stairs two at a time and entered his own apartment. Keys, wallet, loose change was thrust into the blue glass bowl near the door. Shoes removed, Forrest wiggled his toes in the thick white carpet beneath his feet.

What a night, he thought as he made his way to the master bedroom. A hot shower was in order. The water flowed over his tall solid body. Eyes closed, head under the spray, he tried to clear his mind. Water ran down his back, between his ass cheeks, and along his sculpted thighs. His body was the result of years of healthy eating and hard work at the gym. His mind refused to settle down even as his muscles did. The image of Lance against the wall, eyes wide with anticipation, heart beating fast, his hardness pressing into his leg, those lips as they kissed filled his mind.

Enough! He quickly finished washing, dried his smooth body, and settled into his bed, naked and hard again. Get some sleep Forrest; you have a busy week ahead of you. Never breaking this rule again!





Larry Thomas aka John Charles spent his youth struggling with reading. Not until his late teens did he discover the cause - dyslexia. Only then, with guidance and professional help, did he learn to read. From that point forward, he discovered his love for the printed word.


Ironically, as a father reading to his children his desire to write was born. Reading to his children was a nightly ritual. "I wanted them to fall in love with books."

Writing was always part of his professional career, but not until he retired did he move from creating marketing and technical materials to writing novels. Now, as a full-time author, Larry writes Romance / Mystery / Thrillers using the pseudonym John Charles.
His books can be found on Amazon and wherever e-books are sold