[Release Blitz] Dark Hunter by AJ Adams

Title: Dark Hunter (Zeta Cartel #4)

Author: AJ Adams

Genre: Dark Romance 

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Rip Marston is a merciless killing machine. After a decade of hunting his prey, Rip joins the Zetas. The job offers protection as he practices his dark arts, but the Cartel are wary of the monster in their midst.

Finding a badly beaten unconscious girl, Rip sees an opportunity. Posing as her saviour will please the cartel - and provide him with his very own helpless captive.

Isabella Maria Franco is beautiful, wilful and used to making hard choices. Having grown up in the comfortable but lethal embrace of the Gulf cartel, she rejected a life of violence. But when a dark presence from her past returns, her world falls apart.

Betrayed and beaten, she escapes, only to find herself in a living nightmare. Surrounded by her enemies, one man stands between her and death. Terrified by her sadistic captor, she has little choice but to submit.

But embracing his darkness leads to consequences neither anticipated.

WARNING: This bad boy dark romance contains explicit scenes of dubious consent, graphic violence, sex and probably every trigger you can think of.

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I was sitting on the sofa, drinking my rum. It tasted mercifully strong, so I went for it. Anything to numb my senses. I was wishing I’d never come out of my crazy haze. Reality was scary as hell, and I was low on courage.

Rip was next to me, his arm around my shoulders. “I’m going to enjoy having you around,” he’d said.

I wanted to down the rum in one. With no tolerance, I’d be drunk. Maybe I’d be out completely. Looking down, I could see his cock bulge in his jeans. The thought of being at the mercy of this man terrified me.

As I sipped at the iced rum, that awful beating came rushing back.

Mitch snarling, “Don Valentine says she’s to disappear.”

“She won’t come back from where I’m taking her.”

A boot in my ribs. “Make sure you fuck her up the ass from me.”

They had planned to have me tortured as a sex slave for the rest of my life. I’d escaped them, only to land in exactly the same kind of trouble. It made me sick to my stomach. Was a rape worse than a beating? Soon I’d find out for myself.

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AJ Adams is a Scottish-Dutch author currently living in Malaysia. In her regular life she is a columnist and feature writer. She works from home, where she is closely snoopervised by cats, Target, Guido and swooner.

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[Release Blitz & Giveaway ] Finding Our Course by Ahren Sanders

Title: Finding Our Course

Author: Ahren Sanders

Genre: New Adult/Military/Contemporary Romance

Release Date: October 23, 2017

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I fell in love with my brother's best friend the first time I laid eyes on him. He walked through the door, flashing me a crooked smile with his blue eyes shining bright. I knew in that instant, he was the man of my dreams.
As the years went on, my feelings grew stronger, waiting for the day he'd see me as more.

"Devon Harris, when you turn eighteen, I hope to God you still feel this way." Bryce whispered sweetly, hugging me close.

"I will." I vowed, knowing this was a promise I'd keep. 

Then the unthinkable happened.
Bryce shattered my heart into a million pieces, leaving me devastated beyond repair.
I took the only choice I had, leaving behind my dreams of him and any chance at a future together.
Time and distance did little to heal my heartache, but I forced myself to move on.

Right when my life starts to make sense, Bryce returns.
I tell him it's too late, but he's determined to prove me wrong.
Together, we're thrust into a world of undying passion, unrelenting devotion, and promises of a future worth fighting for.
But life has a way of threatening even the most solid foundation and our bonds are tested. We find ourselves facing obstacles and decisions that change the course of our lives-forever.
Can we really have it all?

For the first time ever you can read the epic love story of Bryce and Devon in one edition. Finding Our Course, the Collision Course Duet was previously published in two separate books, Finding our Way and Staying on Course. 

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Ahren spent her formative years living in an active volcano. There her family made collectible lava art. She studied rock collecting at the Sorbonne in France. There she met the love of her life-her pet pig Sybil. She returned to the states and started writing. She is happily married to a guy who used to live under a bridge and she met while pole-dancing.

Now, meet the real me. I grew up in the south and consider myself a true “Southerner”. Most of the special locations mentioned in my books are reflections of my favorite places. Living on the Florida coast, my family spends a lot time at the beach which is where I usually can be found with a book in my hand. 

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[Cover Reveal & Giveaway ] Blackwood Series by Melissa Ellen

Series: The Blackwood Series

Author: Melissa Ellen

Genre: NA Contemporary Romance 

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Who needs a man? They're nothing but a distraction. 

A disappointment. 

They sweep you off your feet, 

promise you forever, and then as soon as another 

beautiful woman shows them interest, they leave you 

crying alone on the sidewalk with your dreams of a life 

together crushed.

And the sexy playboy that keeps showing up everywhere I go, 

is the definition of distraction and inevitable disappointment. 

And frankly, I can live without that heartbreak. 

I have everything I need to make me

happy - a job, school, friends, and family that I love.

Yep. Mind made up... it's just a shame my body and 

heart didn't get the memo.

I've moved on with my life - Rhett Blackwood, who?

I've started over in a new city, with a promising career 

ahead of me. I have the independence I've always 

wanted. Needed. I've even started dating again. Kinda. Sorta. 

The point is, I'm happy. Right?

Then why when he unexpectedly shows back up in my life, 

am I still affected by his presence?

Why does just the sight of him leave me breathless?

And why in the hell is my traitorous body begging for him 

to touch me again? 

I have know idea why he's here, especially now. 

But I'll be damned if I let him back into my heart.

Finally! Freedom! Freedom to live my life the way I want!

No parents. No security guard. Nobody to tell me 

what to do and when to do it. Well, almost nobody. 

My overprotective brother is still around to rain on my parade.

But I can handle him. 

After making the move from New York City to Los Angeles, 

I’m determined to succeed at making a name for myself -

without using the wealth and connections of my family.

And nothing is getting in my way... except, maybe the most

infuriating and sexiest man I’ve ever met. 

He’s everything my brother has always warned me against.

But I can’t help being drawn to him. Something about

the brooding bad boy has me keep going back for more.

He shattered my heart. Rejected me. Rejected my love. Walked away so easily, tossing the three words I told him aside as if they meant nothing. But they meant everything. At least, to me. 

Fine. I'm done. He's pushed me away and turned his back on me one too many times. I've accepted it. Accepted that it's over, despite how I feel. But then why is he acting like it's anything but over?

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Melissa is the author of The Blackwood Series. She grew up as a book worm, reading anything from John Grisham to Nicholas Sparks. She has always had an active imagination and been naturally creative. She began writing when a story in her head was begging to be told. When she is not writing, you can find Melissa working on architecture projects, buried in a book with a good glass of wine, playing with her son, laughing with her husband, or tackling her latest DIY project.

[Release Blitz] Craving Sugar by Elena M. Reyes

Title: Craving Sugar

Author: Elena M. Reyes

Genre: Contemporary/Erotic Romance

Release Date: October 27, 2017

Blurb

Earn extra cash by becoming a high-class companion. 

Travel, eat, and have your every expense taken care of.

The catch: I’ll be someone’s sugar baby for a year. Paid to be a private escort.

Beau Carter is young and beautiful with a bright future ahead of her. Her dreams of becoming the first woman in her family to graduate from college are just within her grasp, when the financial aid runs out. Up to her eyeballs in debt, she works night and day to make ends meet, but even that can only last for so long.

Hendrix Parker lost it all four years ago. Angry at the world, he’s become an asshole—a bitter shell of the man his family once loved. A recluse, he is now forced to leave his sanctuary in the Florida Keys and become an active member of the real estate developer community he now dominates.

Problem is—he’s all alone and needs a buffer. Someone to draw attention away from him.

“I bought you to be my whore.”

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Hendrix 

“I’m not hiring a whore,” I all but snarled, pissed at the idiot in front of me. I was tired and stressed; lacked the basic urge to be an understanding individual,

much less give the asshole in front of me the benefit of doubt.

Jax, my closest friend since college, had caught me off guard—something that never happened these days.

Nothing surprised me anymore, not since that night four years ago. The night my entire world stopped.

Fuck. Focus on the here and now.

“Why?” he asked, bringing me away from that dark path filled with memories—moments frozen in time that never failed to haunt me. “Answer me.”

The jerk sounded amused—a pit bull with a bone. He wasn’t going to let it go.

Rubbing a hand down my face, I bit back a tired groan. “No.”

Of all the moronic crap he could have spewed, I had not been expecting this; for me to hire someone to play the role of my girlfriend for the next few months.

“Think about it, Hendrix. It’s legal, safe...” he ticked each reason off with his fingers “...and, she must sign an NDA to enter into this kind of an agreement. No one will know.”

Slamming back the shot of whiskey in my glass, I leveled him with a glare. “Get the fuck out.”

“Speak up, man. Your staff went home.” Holding his now-empty tumbler out in front of him, he twirled the glass atop my desk. “There’s no one here to judge you. That prim and proper act you put on can be turned off.”

“Is all this a joke to you?” I hissed out from between clenched teeth. “Am I your amusement for the evening?”

“Come off it, Parker. I came here to see the asshole I know, my friend, not this...” he waved his hand absentmindedly in my direction. “To be honest, I don’t even know who you are anymore.”

“Then leave.”

“No. Enough with the hiding. Emptiness—”

I slammed my hand down; the cup of pens close to me tipped over from the impact. “Don’t go there, Jax. Just get up and walk out. Quit pushing.”

“Jesus, man, what the hell is holding you back? A memory? Ghost?”

“Enough.”

“Dammit, Hendrix.” He pushed his chair back and stood to pace the length of my office. Ran a hand roughly through his blonde hair in agitation. “This...” he pointed a finger between us “... is an intervention. You’re young, successful, rich—own the real estate game in South Florida. Known as an asshole, a shark in the business arena, and that’s gained you quite a desired reputation.” Stopping by the window on the far right, Jax turned and glared. “You have that whole tall, dark, and handsome shit going on with your over six-foot-two stature and brooding charm. People respect you, but fuck, man, that’s not enough when you’ve forgotten what it’s like to live.”

“I’m content enough.”

Jax scoffed at my response, his hands placed on the window ledge in front of him. “Content is the equivalent of blah. My friend, you need to rediscover the feel of a woman beneath you. The passion. The heat between her legs.”

Ignoring his spiel, I shut my laptop off and stored it. “Still a no on hiring someone just to appease you.”

No matter how desperate I was to pull the pressure off my persona.

No matter how long it’d been since I dipped my dick into something tight...wet.

Smirk firmly in place, he walked back over and grabbed the bottle of Johnnie Walker Blue Label on my desk. “Prude much, Parker?” He poured himself another fifth and then sipped slowly, all the while studying me with a cocked brow. “And I never once mentioned hiring a whore.”

Pushing my glass toward him, I sat back. “What’s the difference? Both are paid to keep you company.”

“Sugar babies are where it’s at, my friend. A mutual exchange of benefits.”

“Answer me this...” Jax nodded “...is money exchanged?”

“It can be if—”

Holding a hand up, I halted his pathetic excuse. “And you don’t call that prostitution?”

“Would you say my girlfriend Crystal is a prostitute?” What would the young woman I met on his boat a few weeks back have to do with anything? “That she’s easy and out to make a quick buck?”

The hell?

“She’s...?” I asked, because Jesus. Was this man really sitting here in my office telling me he had a live-in play toy? That he bought her? “What kind of barbaric shit is this? How could you do that? What if word gets out, you idiot.”

“And if it did, so what? I’m not ashamed of her or us.” His jaw was set tight, and his blue eyes dared me to say anything negative about her. Jax, my easygoing friend, was pissed. Fuming, if the way his hands were clenched was anything to go by.

“I meant no offense to her, but couldn’t you meet someone through a more traditional route? Someone who cares about more than just the zeros that decorate your bank balance?” This entire conversation was giving me a headache, and I rubbed my temples. I was too tired to continue trying to make sense of this confession.

“And I’ll counter that question with one of my own.” My mouth opened to protest, but he shook his head before taking another sip of whiskey. His eyes were on mine, unwavering. Looking for something. “Wouldn’t you rather meet someone and know their intentions up front? No games or playing pretend. A mutual and even exchange.”

Headache now pounding, I pushed back my seat as if I were standing to leave. “Still not interested—”

Not taking the bait, Jax leaned over the table, a mischievous look in his eye. “Then let me paint a better picture for you, Parker.” He was about to drop some knowledge on me, and I knew it. Should’ve seen it coming for miles. “You have two months to find a date for the few events honoring your pompous ass this fall. And before you say that you’ll decline and hide away on your boat in the Keys, it’s not going to happen. The mayor will not take no for an answer...he and his wife live for these events. To mingle with the rich and arrogant.”

“Would you stop worrying about my life? I’ll be fine.” Absentmindedly, I ran my fingers across my short beard. My mind still reeled from his admission.

I’d spoken to Crystal that day and was impressed. In school, and working toward her master’s in psychology, she seemed to have a good head on her shoulders.

Didn’t hurt one bit that the body attached to the head was downright sexy.

His laughter pulled my attention away from the memory of the tiny auburn-haired beauty in a bikini. “Admit it, Hendrix, you’re curious.” Tone smug, he had a gloating gleam in his eye.

“Not in the least.”

“So, if I informed you that the account was already made and you have some hits, you wouldn’t care? I should just shut everything down?”

My fists clenched in anger. “Are you serious? Do you have any idea what that could do to my reputation—”

“Let me stop you right there.” Holding out a hand toward me, Jax dug into his laptop bag on the chair beside him. From inside he pulled out a plain manila folder and pushed it across toward me. “This is all the information you’ll need: contract, company NDA that I signed for you, health screening information, and what you’ll need to submit. Read it. Sleep on it. Check out the website and the girls’ files available for possible match.”

“I don’t have time for this.”

“Too late. It’s already done.” 

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Elena M. Reyes was born and raised in Miami Florida. She is the epitome of a Floridian and if she could live in her beloved flip-flops, she would.

As a small child, she was always intrigued with all forms of art—whether it was dancing to island rhythms, or painting with any medium she could get her hands on. Her first taste of writing came to her during her fifth grade year when her class was prompted to participate in the D. A. R. E. Program and write an essay on what they’d learned. 

Her passion for reading over the years has amassed her with hours of pleasure. It wasn't until she stumbled upon fanfiction that her thirst to write overtook her world. She now resides in Central Florida with her husband and son, spending all her down time letting her creativity flow and letting her characters grow.

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