Wednesday, 28 February 2018

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Monday, 26 February 2018

Savage by Kira Blakely




Title: Savage 
Author: Kira Blakely 
Genre: Contemporary Romance 





I need her to play wife. She needs me to play daddy. 
Olivia is torture in a Gucci dress. Spoiled and sassy. 
Everything I hate, and everything I love.
She’s also my late best friend’s sister and guardian to his daughter.
She’s going to help me clean up my image. 
I’m going to help her keep parental rights.
But I’m no daddy. I’m the devil in a black suit. Demanding everything from everyone. 
Savage.
Claiming her innocence has been my deepest desire for years.
Even if it means my destruction. 
Too late to stop. Too gone to care.
I’ll pay the price. Anything. Anyone. For her.









All I’ve ever wanted to do for years is write my own books. I spent an ungodly amount of time ghostwriting a few bestsellers for other authors before realizing it was time to start taking credit for my own work. My personal struggles in life, love, and money have driven me to start doing what I love most: Writing full time. I started writing when I was a teenager. I fell in love with a boy who didn’t quite love me back–admittedly, I was terribly insecure and slightly overweight–and the entire experience drove me to start practicing my craft. Writing helped me to escape, to reimagine a world where happy endings actually existed. If I couldn’t have the love of my life, I’d just create Mr. Right in my romance novels… with maybe a few embellishments. I’ve found my calling. Having the experience of doing what I love most as a full time job has given me happiness and confidence galore. And, soon after I found those, I was able to find companionship. Shout out to my guy and my kitty! I so hope you enjoy my books! I wish you the very best in this crazy thing called life.




F*CK CLUB: SHAME by Shiloh Walker!



  Max “Shame”’ Schaeffer knows only one way—the hard way. He lives hard, drinks hard, fights hard…and if comes to it, he figures he’ll die hard, too. The only soft thing in his life is Charli Steele, the younger sister of his two best friends. He knows she thinks she’s in love with him, but with his tarnished and messed-up past, he doesn’t see anything in him worthy of love.

Dr. Charli Steele knows more about Shame than he realizes, and she has loved him since they were kids—scars and all. He loves her, too. She is sure he does. But Shame will never give in to it. Until one brief, stolen night leads to another…and another.

Then Shame decides to throw it all away. Heartbroken, she retreats, intent on trying to heal from this latest rejection. But a phone call in the middle of the night changes everything. Shame is hurt, and he needs her. It turns out he needs her a lot more than he realizes. But will he let her in…before it’s too late?




“I’m going to come inside and take a look around,” he announced.
“Shame,” she said, sighing, “you don’t need to do that.”
“I do.” He opened the door and met her halfway around the car, eying her as she walked and noting that she was steadier than she had been. “You’re steady now.”
“I am. I think it was just the adrenaline. You did him a lot more damage than he did to me,” she pointed out.
“I didn’t do enough.” He waited until she started for the house, then he fell into step with her, taking the keys from her to unlock the door. He held it for her, but with a hand on her shoulder, kept her from moving deeper into the house as he hit the lights and did a quick walk through the kitchen, then the living room and the rest of the lower level.
“Are you going to go upstairs and check my bedroom next?” she asked tartly. “Make sure that guy didn’t follow us out here and somehow manage to hide under my bed?”
“You’ve got a smart mouth,” Shame said, cutting a look at her. And because he was weak, he found himself staring at her mouth.
The faint swell in the middle only made him more aware of the fullness of the entire curve of her lower lip. “I don’t like seeing marks on you,” he said, voice raw.
“I know you don’t,” she said softly. “But I’m fine, and you can stop worrying.”
He told himself to do just that. But instead, he moved closer. “Did he touch you anywhere?” Shame demanded.
She blinked, looking caught off guard. “I… He grabbed my arms. They are sore, might bruise a little, but it’s no big deal.”
“Bruises are a big deal to me,” he said, his vision going a little hazy. He wanted to hunt the bastard down and put a few bruises on him.
“Shame…for crying out loud.” She sounded exasperated. To his surprise, she shrugged out of the gauzy blouse she wore.
His heart started to thud in slow, heavy beats as the material was peeled away, revealing pale skin that never freckled and sleek, toned arms. She turned to the side and brandished one arm, bared completely. She wore a tank top with thin straps and all he could think was that he could strip that shirt away in a second.
Then he saw the mottled discoloration on her arm.
“You are going to bruise,” he said, voice thick. He didn’t remember closing the distance between them, but he had, and now, as he reached out to gently trace the mark with his fingertip, he noticed that her skin had broken out in goose bumps. “You’re cold.”
Charli wasn’t looking at him. “No. I’m fine.”
But a light shiver raced down her spine.
Cupping her chin, he dragged her face around so he could see her eyes. He loved her eyes—steel blue and incisive, all the intelligence she had shining in them.
Sometimes, she looked at him and those eyes were soft, and emotions she shouldn’t be feeling for him would flicker there. When he saw that, it made him weak.
And now, those emotions were glinting in her eyes.
Groaning, he went to pull his hand away.
She caught his wrist.
“Let go, Charli,” he said.
“Why?”
“Because.”
“That’s not a reason,” she said, her voice a challenge.
“It’s reason enough,” he told her. “Let me go. I shouldn’t have come in here.”
“But a monster might have been hiding under my bed,” she teased.
There was a monster standing in front of her and she seemed blind to it.
F*CK CLUB: RILEY (Book 1)
 
F*CK CLUB: CON (Book 2)
 
Shiloh Walker is an award-winning writer…yes, really! She’s also a mom, a wife, a reader and she pretends to be an amateur photographer. She published her first book in 2003. Her latest suspense, The Right Kind of Trouble, released in August 2016 from St. Martins. She writes romantic suspense and contemporary romance, and urban fantasy under the name J.C. Daniels.

Saturday, 24 February 2018

The Music Box by Alyssa Drake



Title: The Music Box 
Author Alyssa Drake 
Genre: Contemporary Romance 










A victim of obligation, Gabrielle spends her days slogging away in a dead-end job, fending off the unwanted advances of her manager. At night, she spoon-feeds memories to her mother, a resident at an assisted-living facility, which specializes in dementia.

The only high-point in her life is Luciano, the grandson of another patient. When his grandmother passes away, Luciano bequeaths Gabrielle an antique music box, which plays a hauntingly familiar tune, her mother’s favorite song.

However, the music box hides a dark secret, one which could rip apart the budding relationship. Once the truth is revealed, Gabrielle must decide what she is willing to sacrifice for love.








Best-selling, award-winning author Alyssa Drake has been creating stories since she could hold a pen, preferring to construct her own bedtime tales instead of reading the titles in her bookshelves. A multi-genre author, Alyssa currently writes Historical romance, Romantic suspense, Paranormal/Urban Fantasy romance, Contemporary romance, Horror/Thriller, and Dark romance. She thoroughly enjoys strong heroines and often laughs aloud when imagining conversations between her characters.
Alyssa graduated from the University of the Pacific, with a B.S. in business and a concentration in French literature. Currently she resides in Northern California with her blended family, where she works full-time at a chocolate factory.
She believes everyone is motivated by love of someone or something. One of her favorite diversions is fabricating stories about strangers surrounding her on public transportation. Alyssa can often be found madly scribbling notes on a train or daydreaming out the window as the scenery whips past.







Thursday, 22 February 2018

Riders Fall ( A Viper's Bite MC Novella ) by Lena Bourne




Title: Riders Fall ( A Viper's Bite MC Novella )
Author: Lena Bourne 
Genre: MC Romance 







Rider's Fall is a 200 page novella set in the world of the Viper's Bite MC series. It is a standalone story, so it's not necessary to read the other books in the series, although it does contain slight spoilers if read first. No Cliffhanger, HEA Guaranteed! 

Rider

I never had a home, and the one I found with my MC is gone now too. But I will go on, I always have. I'll just ride like I've done since I got my bike. Ride as far as the road takes me. This time, it took me to the jungles of Brazil, and then it stopped dead. But not because it ran out. 

I stopped for a girl named Chloe, a do-good volunteer at an orphanage who is clearly running from something, but she won't tell me what. She's not letting me get very close to her either, which won't stop me trying. Her curves and her pretty face were enough to halt my ride, but that's not why I'm staying. That's because being with her is being home--the kind of home I never had nor even wanted until she crossed my path. Now she's all I want, and I'm a guy who takes what he wants.

Chloe

I was forced from my home, my college, and the only life I've ever known by a vindictive ex-boyfriend and a sex tape that went viral. It ruined my reputation, stopped my career before it even began, and nearly ended my life. But I've rebuilt it all working at this orphanage in rural Brazil. The last thing I need is some testosterone filled bad boy messing with my mind and making me do something I'll regret. He may be hot as sin and he definitely wants me, but he'll just have to move on. Even though he also taught me how to let go of my past truly and completely, and given me a taste of the freedom I haven't had since my life went to pieces. Maybe not even before that.

But he's not here to stay, he doesn't know how to. And I've worked too hard and for too long to have my heart shattered all over again when he leaves me behind.

Rider's Fall is biker romance novel, which contains steamy sex scenes and deals with disturbing themes that may be uncomfortable for some readers. Intended for 18+ audiences.










Lena Bourne is a USA Today and Amazon Bestselling contemporary romance author. She writes about alpha bad boys with a sensitive side and the alpha females who prove to be their match. Hot bedroom scenes and fast-paced, action packed plots are Lena’s specialty. She’s still waiting for her own HEA with the right bad boy, but the searching is lots of fun too. Coffee lover, owner of cats.

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Tuesday, 20 February 2018

Two Curvy Girl - Billionaire Romances



Title: Two Curvy Girl - Billionaire Romances 
His Laughing Girl 
His Competent Woman
Author: Ellen Whyte 
Genre: Contemporary Romance 











This Curvy & Confident bundle contains two complete romances featuring big beautiful women and their yummy billionaires. Cheerful, light, contemporary reading.

His Competent Woman
In desperate need for money, Emma applies for a job with handsome billionaire Curtis West. She's not really qualified for the job and to make matters worse, she loses her temper during the interview and fudges her credentials. Can she pull it off or will this end in tears?

His Laughing Girl
Curvy chef Sophie Weston has given up on love. But when she is hired to cater for a very exclusive house party, she falls instantly for handsome tech tycoon Richard Cummings. However, she quickly discovers that Richard has a shady past. Should she trust him or should she walk away before her heart is broken again?



As Andrea glared and Richard fussed, helping me out of my seat and handing me my bag, I caught a whiff of that clean scent again. It bypassed my heart and went straight downstairs, starting a pleasant pounding.
I love to flirt, don’t get me wrong, but that kind of reaction isn’t me. It caught me totally by surprise. So much so that I was standing there, gawping at him like a total fool, when Andrea’s cell rang. “It’s the Guardian,” she hissed. “They want to know about the new patent we registered. But it’s the girl from the gossip page, not the tech editor.”
“Excellent,” Richard was expansive. “You deal with it, Andrea. Give her the press release and fob her off on everything else.”
Andrea nodded. “Rebuff and redirect. Got it.”
She was clearly super capable, and I could see why Richard liked her. But he was abandoning her and cornering me! “Sophie and I will go ahead. I’ll order your tea and fruit for you.”
At that, Andrea actually growled at me, which was rather nice. Ignoring her petulant frown, Richard took my arm companionably and began walking me down to the dining carriage. “I was thinking this week was going to be complete hell, Sophie. I’m so glad you’re going to be there.” The grey eyes were warm. “At least you and I will have a bit of fun.”
He wanted to have fun. With me. “We’re going to have a blast,” I heard myself say. “Trust me!”
Breakfast wouldn’t lay me open to more than pleasant chat, I told myself. It wasn’t like we would be joining the Mile-High Club or whatever the railway equivalent was.
“They’ve got eggs Benedict and a sausage platter. Do you like eggs and sausages, Sophie?” Richard was walking right behind me, leaning down a little so his lips were near my ear. The feel of his breath warming my neck was giving me thrills.
“I eat everything!” I squeaked. “And there’s nothing like a hot sausage, is there?”
“Quite,” he chuckled. And the thrills from that dirty laugh went straight from my ear to my nipples.
It didn’t mean a thing, I reminded myself. My ears are sensitive. Even a blow dryer can give me shivers. It’s purely a physical thing. An involuntary reaction. Totally impersonal.
I’d just focus on business. Virgin had announced a new menu based on responsible British farming, a move that I wanted to check out. Also, it’s good to hobnob with clients. Word of mouth is how I get my clients, and with Richard Cummings knowing everyone in the model world, he’d be a good contact.
The train swayed, and Richard’s arm curled around my shoulders protectively. “Promise you’ll not abandon me,” he murmured. “Andrea is a clean-eating vegetarian.”
“Sounds hell.”
“Exactly,” Richard chuckled. “I want real food, and with you backing me up, I won’t feel guilty.”
I remembered Andrea’s disapproving frown and knew I’d enjoy teasing her. “Partners in crime,” I told him.
“To being wicked.” His grey eyes were laughing at me. “Together.”
The pleasant thumping in my knickers became a vigorous pounding. This man was gorgeous. I could feel his charm wrapping around me like a warm blanket.
Irresistible, right? I heard myself quip, “Are you Cumming onto me?”
He bounced right back, “Absolutely.”
Oh well, I told myself. It’s just a flirt fest. I have those all the time, and it hardly ever comes to anything. Because of the curves, probably. Men like me, but after we’ve had a laugh, they go to bed with someone skinny.
This was no different. I’d have a giggle with Richard, enjoy the charm and the good looks, lust after him a little bit, and know it was purely a game. Because tech billionaires with a penchant for A-list models don’t fall for curvy caterers.
“How about we have some Buck’s Fizz with that eggs Benedict,” Richard suggested as he settled me into a seat. He really had lovely manners. “I’m in a party mood.”
I took in the kissable mouth and the slanting cheekbones. “Sounds terrific,” I heard myself say. “There’s nothing as decadent as champagne for breakfast!”

Yes, yes, I know! But you only live once, right? And anyway, it was just a bit of flirting. What could possibly go wrong?




Ellen Whyte writes contemporary romance with sweet curvy girls. Her dark side comes out when she writes MC, Mafia, Cartel and super dark fantasy romance as AJ Adams

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