“Savage” by Kat Austen #ReleaseBlitz

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He’s been alone for years. Marooned on a deserted island in the middle of the Pacific Ocean, he long ago let go of the pleasantries and mannerisms of civilization. He’s become a savage, driven by instinct and impulse—more animal than man.

Then she washes up on his island, and everything changes. Her survival becomes more important that his. Her needs more essential than his own. Her pleasure more imperative than his.

This woman becomes his whole life. Not because she’s the first woman he’s seen in years, but because she’s the one he’s spent his whole life waiting for.

But will she feel the same? Will she be able to bring the man back from the savage? Or will she bring even more of the savage out of the man?

Either way, this tropical island’s about to get even hotter.


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Kat Austen is the secret pen name of a New York Times and USATODAY bestselling author. Kat writes short and steamy reads that leave hearts (and other parts) satisfied.

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“Never to Love (Accepting Fate #3)” by Aimie Grey #ReleaseBlitz

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Title: Never to Love

Series: Accepting Fate #3

Author: Aimie Grey


Bad boy meets bad girl

Thomas Ramsay has three rules:
One night
No expectations
No bullshit

Julianne Griffith has three rules:
One night
No feelings
No beds

When a man who doesn’t believe in love collides with a woman who has no use for it, the resulting explosion is much more than they are prepared to handle.

Meeting your match doesn’t always lead to the kind of happy ending you expected, especially for those who have vowed never to love.

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I needed to remember who I was. Julianne Fucking Griffith didn’t take shit from anyone.

“This was supposed to be a one-night stand. Then it turned into three. Then the limit was waived. Then emotions got involved—” Thomas opened his mouth to offer a rebuttal, but before he could, I raised my hand. “—I’m not talking about love or any other bullshit. You were really angry with me, and that made me feel angry or hurt or something. Whatever it was, I didn’t like it.”

Thomas’s weak nod shouldn’t have made me feel like an asshole. It shouldn’t have made me feel anything at all. “I’ll text you about meeting up sometime so you can see Colton.”

“Okay,” I replied. “See you later?”

Before I could pull the door open, I felt Thomas’s body heat invading my personal space from behind. “Julianne…” he whispered.

Strong hands wrapped around my waist, guiding me as I turned to face him. My entire body quivered as I stood in place, anxious because I knew what was coming, but I had lost the ability to speak, and I couldn’t pull away. As his lips moved closer to mine, the desire to stop his advance vanished.

Julianne Fucking Griffith be damned.

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Never to Keep


Never to Hope


About Aimie:
Aimie Grey didn’t read a single book until she was in her early thirties. One fateful day, her friend decided to put an end to the madness and shoved a steamy romance novel under Aimie’s nose. After being forced to read one of “those” scenes, Aimie went home and bought the book, and the next one, and the one after that. In the two years since, Aimie has read close to four hundred books. Somewhere along the way, she became frustrated with reading repetitive stories revolving around the experienced man seducing the still virginal woman. Aimie decided to take matters into her own hands and wrote her debut full length contemporary romance novel Never to Keep.

In addition to her day job as an IT system administrator, and her new evening gig as a writer, Aimie’s primary role in life is wife and mother. Aimie lives in the Midwest with her husband and two teenage daughters. (Now you know why she needs those books!)

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“In The Best Interest of the Child” by Felicia Denise #Excerpt #ComingSoon


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According to notes in Rena Averest’s file supplied by Judge Dennison, she had daily physical and occupational therapy in the outpatient services center of St. Mary’s Hospital and was usually finished by 10:30 AM. He had arranged for the use of a hospital conference room and Rena’s transportation back to the Bellamy’s in order to give her and Olivia more privacy and time to talk.

           Olivia arrived thirty minutes early and was shown to the conference room.  She repositioned chairs for a more conversational atmosphere, then set up her video recorder. No one viewed the recordings besides Olivia, except for the rare occasion when she might ask a member of her personal staff for their opinion. She only recorded the initial interview not so much to remember what was said, but how it was said. Children were usually more honest and open than adults, but sometimes fear, real or imagined, would cause them to protect the adults involved, even to their own detriment. Olivia could review an interview once or several times. It all depended on her minor client’s demeanor and the attitudes of the adults involved.

           After finishing her setup, Olivia made a quick trip to the hospital’s cafeteria for drinks and snacks. Returning to the conference room, she noticed an orderly coming towards from the opposite direction pushing a young girl in a wheelchair. She appeared to be too tall for an eleven-year-old, but Olivia could recognize a child in crisis anywhere. The bowed head and constant fidgeting with fingers was a dead giveaway.  As there were no photos in the file Judge Dennison had given her, Olivia didn’t know what to expect, but was surprised to see that her client was also African-American. A crème colored blanket covered her legs and lap, and a green jacket sat on her shoulders, but Olivia could tell the child was thin. The type of thin that comes with injury, loss of appetite, worry…and mourning. Rena’s hair was hidden under a green scarf, but she could see one unruly curl had escaped. It appeared to be the same shade as Olivia’s brown hair, although Rena’s complexion was a shade lighter.

           “This must be Rena. Hello. I’m Olivia Chandler,” She said with a sincere smile. The child raised her head hearing her name, and Olivia nearly faulted. The deep brown eyes looking back at her were mired in so much sadness, Olivia’s chest tightened. She could feel her own heart began to race and willed herself to stay calm and in control. This is not about you, Olivia Chandler.

           “You must be Mrs. Chandler. I’m Leon, one of the physical therapy assistants.” She had almost forgotten she and Rena were not alone, but focused her smile on the man. “Nice to meet you, Leon. It’s Ms. but please call me Olivia. Would you mind taking Rena on into the conference room?”

           “Sure thing.” He deftly maneuvered the still silent child into the room and around the chairs Olivia had repositioned. “Is here okay?”

           “It is for me, but how about you, Rena?” Not raising her head, Rena shook her head. Caught off guard, Olivia looked at Leon. “Can she walk?”

           He nodded. “She can walk, but she’s had quite a work out this morning between occupational and physical therapy. She may be more comfortable resting in the chair a bit longer. Her legs and feet are supported and don’t have to rest on the floor. Is that okay?”

           “It most certainly is.” Olivia knelt down in front of Rena. “This meeting is about you and for you, angel, so by all means I want you to be as comfortable as possible. Okay?” Rena responded with a slight nod of her head. Rising, Olivia reached out to shake Leon’s hand. “Thank you for helping us out today, Leon. I appreciate your time.”

           Leon returned her smile, but was slow to release Olivia’s hand. “You’re welcome. Anytime. I was told you’ll also arrange for Rena’s transportation home today, correct?

           “That’s correct, Leon. I have all the information right here,” she responded while patting the file folder.

           “Great. Take good care of our special girl.” He bent down close to Rena’s ear. “See you tomorrow morning, Princess.” She raised her head and rewarded him with a faint smile, and a barely audible, “Okay. Bye, Leon,” and Olivia didn’t know how she was going to make it through the interview.


           Removing another of the chairs from the table, Olivia sat down and pulled the cafeteria tray so that it sat between her and Rena. “I wasn’t sure what you liked Rena, but I know I get a little hungry during the late morning and thought you might be too. There’s chocolate milk, orange soda and a bottle of water. And I got chocolate chip cookies, french fries and celery and carrot sticks. It’s a weird combination, I know…but I’m a little weird like that. So what would you-…”

           “Is my daddy dead?”

           Olivia felt the instant sting of tears and took a couple of deep breaths. “Why would you think that, Rena?”

           “Because the last time I was taken into a room to meet someone, they told me my mommy was dead. Did my daddy die too?”

           Feeling as though all the air had been sucked out of the room, Olivia leaned forward and folded her arms on the table. Taking yet another deep breath, she spoke slowly, “Sweetie, I have not met your father yet. But according to my information, he’s still in the hospital and very much alive.” She watched Rena’s body visibly sag and reached out and squeezed her hand. This poor kid had been in a ball of knots thinking she was about to hear about the death of her surviving parent. “When was the last time you got to visit your dad, Rena?”

           “I’ve only been once, and he was in a coma and didn’t know I was there.”


           “Have you spoken to him on the phone?”

           “No. They said he needed his rest.”

           Olivia felt her blood pressure sky rocket. She shuffled the file documents around trying to calm down. Idiots! Everyone involved was an idiot! Every medical journal on the planet espoused the merits of involving family and loved ones in any course of wellness treatment, yet this small family devastated by loss and injury was being purposely kept apart. Things hadn’t changed much in twenty-eight years, she thought bitterly.

           Olivia leaned back in her chair and noticed the sad eyes staring at her intently. “Forgive me, angel. Was just trying to get my bearings. Rena, do you know what an attorney is?”

           “Yes. A lawyer.”

           “Right! And do you know what lawyers do?”

           “Sue people.” Olivia sputtered, then threw her head back and laughed. She could feel the tension easing in her body.

           “You are correct…and just too smart for me.”

           The sad eyes brightened just a bit, and the Mona Lisa smile returned. “Angel, lawyers represent you in legal situations. They go to school to study the law and learn to interpret it to help, and yes…sometimes sue people.”

           The smile was growing – teeth were almost visible. “I am an attorney, Rena, and more importantly, I am YOUR attorney. The court appointed me to work for you.”

           Rena frowned. You work for me? Do I need to sue someone?”

           “No, angel, you don’t. But sometimes there are situations where a judge wants to know what a child thinks or what that child wants. Because you lost your mommy and your daddy is still in the hospital, this is one of those situations. I will talk to you, anyone you think I should talk to, plus your dad and the people involved in his life besides you. But even though I talk to all of these people, I am still bound by law to report first and foremost what it is you want. Please understand, the court tries to make sure the child is happy, or at least satisfied, but sometimes they will decide against the child. It doesn’t mean they do not believe or agree with you, but their decision also has to be backed up by the laws we live by. Am I making sense?”

           Rena nodded. “Yes, you’re my voice.”

           Shaking her head, Olivia grinned. “How about if you be the attorney, and I’ll be the kid?”

           Rena responded with a nod. “Okay…but only if I can have the orange soda…and the celery and carrots sticks!”

           Passing her the soda, Olivia narrowed her eyes. “I knew you were going to be trouble.” She was sure her heart  skipped a beat when she heard audible laughter. “Well, fine! I guess I’ll just sacrifice my hips and eat these horrible french fries and yucky chocolate chips cookies then.”

           “I want some of those too!” Rena giggled.

           “I think it’s only fair to warn you, Rena Averest, that I will shamelessly fight a kid over food. I’m just sayin’.” That got her a full blown grin from her young client.

           “You’re too nice to fight anyone. Now pass the fries.” They both laughed. The tension that enveloped the room not thirty minutes ago was now bearable, and Olivia knew without a doubt, she would fight someone to keep a smile on Rena’s face.

“King of Wall Street” by Louise Bay #ReleaseBlitz


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Book Title: King of Wall Street
Author: Louise Bay
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: August 24, 2016
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I keep my two worlds separate.

At work, I’m King of Wall Street. The heaviest hitters in Manhattan come to me to make money. They do whatever I say because I’m always right. I’m shrewd. Exacting. Some say ruthless.

At home, I’m a single dad trying to keep his fourteen year old daughter a kid for as long as possible. If my daughter does what I say, somewhere there’s a snowball surviving in hell. And nothing I say is ever right.

When Harper Jayne starts as a junior researcher at my firm, the barriers between my worlds begin to dissolve. She’s the most infuriating woman I’ve ever worked with.

I don’t like the way she bends over the photocopier—it makes my mouth water.

I hate the way she’s so eager to do a good job—it makes my dick twitch.

And I can’t stand the way she wears her hair up exposing her long neck. It makes me want to strip her naked, bend her over my desk and trail my tongue all over her body.
If my two worlds are going to collide, Harper Jayne will have to learn that I don’t just rule the boardroom. I’m in charge of the bedroom, too.



Harper Jayne was really pissing me off.

She’d irritated me from the moment she’d started work almost two months ago. Up until now I’d managed to keep my distance.

She was smart. That wasn’t a problem.

And she got on with her co-workers well enough. I couldn’t complain.

She didn’t seem to mind helping Donna with the photocopier. There were no delusions of grandeur for me to moan about.

She was eager to learn. That had been one of the first things that grated on me. She was too eager. The way she looked at me with those big brown eyes as if she’d be willing to do just about anything I suggested was maddening. Every time I glanced at her, even if it was a glimpse of her in the kitchen as I came into the office, I imagined her sliding to her knees in my office, opening her red, wet mouth, and begging for my cock.

And that was a problem.

I always had a strict divide between my business life and my personal life, and there’d never been any exception. I was the boss, with a reputation to protect. I didn’t want my personal life to ever be more interesting that my business life.

I tapped my pen against my desk. I needed to figure this out. Either fire her or forget about her. But I needed to do something.

I found myself spending more and more time in my office with the door closed in an attempt to create some distance between Harper and me. Ordinarily, I’d spend time out on the floor with people, checking in on how things were going. But the open-plan area felt like contaminated land. When I had to interact with her, I addressed her as Ms. Jayne as a way of keeping her at arm’s length. It wasn’t working. I pushed my hands into my hair. I needed a plan. I couldn’t have some junior researcher changing the way I did business, because the way I did business had meant King & Associates was the best at what they did, and the whole of Wall Street knew it.




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USA Today bestselling author, Louise Bay writes sexy, contemporary romance novels – the kind she likes to read. Her books include the novels Faithful and Hopeful, The Empire State Series, Parisian Nights, Promised Nights and Indigo Nights. Each novel is novels and together each series are stand-alone although there are some overlapping characters.

Ruined by bonk-busters and sexy mini-series of the eighties Louise loves all things sexy and romantic. There’s not enough of it in real life so she disappears into the fictional worlds in books and films.

Louise loves the rain, the West Wing, London, days when she doesn’t have to wear make-up, being on her own, being with friends, elephants and champagne.

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“The Pearl Necklace M/M, Cedar Falls #14” by Shea Balik #TeaserTuesday


Title: “The Pearl Necklace M/M, Cedar Falls #14”

Author: Shea Balik

Genre: MMRomance/Gay/BDSM

Release Date: August 17, 2016

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There was nothing that irritated Kaden Daniels more than someone who was late. It was disrespectful and downright rude to keep someone waiting. But, as he was learning, things often ran differently in a small, southern town. Had he known that before moving to Cedar Falls, Kaden might have moved as far north as possible.

Then again, people were late no matter where they lived. It just seemed in the south, they were a lot more laid back about punctuality. Actually, they were more laid back in everything they did. He’d moved to Cedar Falls two months ago, and in that time, he’d found himself doing nothing but waiting.

Waiting for the electrician to fix a faulty light in the garage. Waiting for the cable installer to hook up his cable. Waiting for the lawn company to give him a quote on re-sodding his yard. Waiting for City Hall to sign the permits to start his business.

Thankfully, with a little help from Ryder Monroe, who had been key in convincing Kaden to move to Cedar Falls, everything had gotten done. Although the light in the garage was still flickering, it worked most of the time.

Now, once more he was forced to wait on a man whose mother had made the appointment for him. Why any man would need his mother to do that was beyond Kaden’s comprehension, especially when said man was about to buy an engagement ring. Shouldn’t someone who was going to take the adult step of getting married be man enough to make his own appointments?

The soft tone of the bell rang out as the door to Kaden’s store, The Pearl Necklace, opened. Doing his best to hide the annoyance of being made to wait, Kaden glanced at his watch—twenty minutes late. There was no way he wasn’t going to give this guy a piece of his mind. Kaden looked up from the account books he’d been working on and froze.

It wasn’t often Kaden was left speechless by someone’s beauty. That it happened with only a look, should have been impossible. Kaden was from San Francisco. Everywhere one looked was a drop dead gorgeous gay man. Up until this moment, Kaden believed he was immune to a good-looking man, yet the one before him belied that notion.

The man’s soft, brown eyes, high cheekbones, and firm lips that just begged to be kissed had Kaden taking a step closer. But it was the tightly packed muscle of the man’s body that had Kaden drooling for a taste. He was every one of Kaden’s wet dreams rolled up in one.

Nearly as tall as Kaden, the man before him would be a sight to behold on his knees, waiting with breathless anticipation for Kaden’s commands. The strong jaw and determination in the beauty’s eyes made Kaden’s cock thicken. This man would be a challenge to control, but it would mean so much more when he finally submitted.

For he would submit. The need in the man’s gaze told him that. Excitement thrummed through Kaden’s body at the thought. For the first time since arriving in Cedar Falls, Kaden was glad he’d made the decision to move there.

“Good afternoon,” Kaden said as he walked toward the man who still hovered by the door. “I’m Kaden Daniels, owner of The Pearl Necklace.” He held out his hand, his blood racing at the rough texture of the stranger’s calloused hands.

It was obvious this man was used to hard work, which boded well for what Kaden had planned for him. Kaden wasn’t an easy Dom. In fact, he’d gone through dozens of subs who couldn’t keep up with his demands, in hopes of one day finding the one who could. If things went according to plan, this man would be that one.

“How may I help you?” Kaden let his voice drop an octave as he spoke. He felt the shiver that went through the man as those brown eyes gazed at him with shock, and if Kaden wasn’t wrong, which he wasn’t, a hint of lust.

“Brent Samuels. I believe my mother talked to you on the phone,” the man said.

Just like that, Kaden felt as if a bucket of ice had been dumped over his head. Oh, he was still interested. Kaden would have to be dead not to be, but the man was about to get engaged, which made him off limits.

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“Overdose, A British Bad Boy Romance” by Raven St. Pierre #CoverReveal

OVERDOSE: A British Bad Boy Romance

Release Date: October 9th, 2016

**Special Notice: This romance is of the darker variety, contains adult themes and sexually explicit content. The hero is flawed and dirty. Consider yourself warned**



Sex addict.

…the only description sex therapist, Vanessa Ferris, was given of her newest patient, a fellow psychologist, Dr. Zander Hale.

From the moment he entered her office, she knew he’d be trouble—possibly the good kind. What she wasn’t prepared for was how he’d blindside her; how he would challenge everything she thought she knew about her profession, about herself.

There are certain lines a doctor is warned never to cross with their patients, but she didn’t listen.

Now, they’re both addicted.

One hit was all it took.

***AUTHOR NOTE: “OVERDOSE” is a full-length standalone, bursting at the seams with sexual heat, thanks to one smoking hot, bad-boy and his feisty, no nonsense therapist. Expect a dark tale of erotic romance with no cliffhanger.

This story is not for the faint of heart and is definitely intended for readers 18 and older.
(130,000+ words)

***TRIGGER WARNING: Please be advised, this book contains a brief, nondescript reference to sexual abuse and other violent acts that some readers may find offensive.

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A native of the Midwest, Raven has been writing for most of her life. Dreams of becoming a full-time writer seemed afar off, but she’s ecstatic to say that dream has been realized. In addition to growing her list of completed works, she also does some writing/publishing/marketing consulting on the side. With several novels already published, she looks forward to adding many more in the years to come. If you enjoy stories told from the heart with beautifully flawed characters, then she definitely has something just for you.

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#Review: “Avarice: A Hell on Earth Novella #1” by A.C. Melody

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Title: “Avarice: A Hell on Earth Novella #1”

Author: A.C. Melody

Genre: BDSM Erotica/Paranormal

Release Date: August 22, 2016

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5/5 Stars!

I Love Puzzles!

I was drawn into Avarice from the start. Kameo Kross is an incomplete puzzle. From the tragic circumstances surrounding her birth, to her obsession with Halloween, to her tattoo that throws down the gauntlet and issues a provocative challenge. We have several pieces of the puzzle – but none of them fit together. Kami’s submissive nature leads her on a still unfulfilled search for the ultimate…? Even she can’t put a name on what she’s looking for, but knows she’ll know when she finds it. But WHY does she feel this thirst for pain? Does her birth make her feel unworthy? Is she punishing herself for living?

Kami’s Halloween tryst with ‘Bull Man’ makes me anxious. Why can’t she remember what happened? Why does she only have flashes of that night at certain times? She also doesn’t remember exchanging numbers with Master D, but eagerly rushes to an evening of submission with him. Then there’s MW Kress – evidently God’s gift to the world of finance, and all things male and dominant. His reasons for hiring Kami made me immediately dislike him, and that 24/7 required availability sent my fertile mind into overdrive! Now he’s getting up close and personal and looking forward to the end of her probation? Um, why pray tell? What’s his game? And is there a connection between Kress, Master D and Bull Man? Will Kami’s roommate, Zoe, give in to temptation and tell all with a social media blast? What does Kami TRULY want? (I know I want a drink!)

Um, Kami’s last visit to see Master D – WTH? I cringed through most of it…and I couldn’t stop reading! Love how Kami got pissed off and ballsy…but I did not see that ending coming! Hopefully though, I’ll see BOOK TWO soon! *Nods to author*

A strong, well developed plot with complex characters challenges the reader to complete this puzzle, and you definitely have your work cut out for you.


#Review: “Emely’s Destiny (An Erotic Vampire Novella)” by Ariel Marie


Title: Emely’s Destiny
Author: Ariel Marie

Release Date: August 20, 2016

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3/5 Stars! 

While a good, quick read, this novella didn’t quite resonate with me on the same level as Summer’s Destiny. It actually felt like a re-do of Summer’s story, but without the punch. Summer inspired a king to lead his people to victory. Emely inspired…Norrix’ lust. And not saying that’s a bad thing. After being held captive for over two years and treated like a science experiment, Emely’s libido snapped back quickly and in high form. Her being the aggressor in mating with Norrix was a nice change.

But, that was the only time Emely showed any fire. To be fair, yes, she is dealing with the trauma caused by losing her entire family, and being held in captivity. Yet, and still, Emely is a vampire. I needed more anger from her, more of a thirst for revenge on Clayton. We hear of her family’s contributions before the human hunter attacks began, and we know what Queen Summer has requested of her. But I just don’t feel as though I know who Emely is – never got a good grasp on her personality because she was almost always IN a situation, or being rescued.

Good to see King Ryan suited up and ready for battle again. And Remus and Zeke? True warriors…and love their snark!

Looking forward to the next read in this series.



“Avarice: A Hell on Earth Novella” by A.C. Melody #ReleaseBlitz

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It was a permanent note-to-self tattooed right above Kameo Kross’s panties, because anything less was a disappointment. Had anyone cared to issue the warning: Be careful what you wish for, she might have thought twice before wording it like an actual invitation.

Kami doesn’t fear pain, death or eternal damnation. She fears only submitting completely. A matter she usually has well in hand… until an unexpected detour into kink and a relentless bastard of a new boss decide to put all of her resistance–and chosen ink–to the trickiest of tests.


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The bull-headed suit was sitting comfortably in a plush armchair, staring at her. Okay, technically it was impossible to know where he was looking, but she couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched, which was undoubtedly wishful thinking on her part. Regardless, she started a new dance. A dance just for him. She let herself believe that it was real, that she’d caught his attention, because he’d certainly caught hers.
Then she was lost in the music, lost to the bodies grinding all around her. A man’s hands started groping her clumsily, too sloppy and weak to break the spell. The profane promises and suggestions he bellowed rolled right over her. Let him touch. Let him talk. He wasn’t getting inside. There was only one kind of man allowed inside of her on All Hallows’ Eve and it wasn’t the type to shout his own stupidity at the top of his lungs.
“…I’m gonna fuck you so hard.”
Apparently tired of being ignored, he shoved his face into hers. His hot, putrid breath assaulted her nostrils. Stumbling when it knocked her off rhythm, Kami was righted by a pair of wide, firm hands landing on her hips from behind. They turned her with confident ease, pinning her against the large, solid form donned in exquisite Armani. An arm crossed over her ass, palming her right cheek territorially. The red bull head was staring beyond her, to the man who’d been molesting her personal space, vowing things that were never going to happen. Kami’s eyes were glued to where the mask met his throat, giving her just a glimpse of hard jawline.
“Hey, don’t look at me. She never said she was here with anyone!” The guy stammered, fearful, angry and drunk.
He must have left the area, because the bull looked down at her at last and just stared. It was odd how a mask could stare at you. It was an inanimate object, yet there were eyes behind it that could look right into you, without being vulnerable to the same treatment in kind. It was a wicked power, that.
“A demon in an angel costume? Not very subtle,” a deep, masculine voice remarked from within the mask, both muffled and amplified by it.
“Isn’t that the point?” She arched a brow.
She flirted shamelessly now, because the chemistry was charging between them and it was not just wishful thinking this time.
“Wherein lies your irony, bull man?”
It was more curiosity triggered by Zoe’s comments than small talk.
“I represent a conspiracy,” he answered at length.
Tucking his head beside her ear, his cologne aroused her senses, her skin tingling with awareness. His tone never hinted at anything other than stone-cold fact.
“I am a conspiracy.”
Straightening, he tilted his head and regarded her for another moment, before lightly fingering her halo. “Were you looking for someone to remove that pesky Grace from your body, angel?”
A delicious shiver worked through her. “Absolutely.”
“Good. We’re heading to a more intimate party. Would you like to invite your friend?”
Searching the crowd, she saw that Zoe was still happily occupied with her alien counterpart, so she shook her head. “No.”
“Even better.”
It should have been a red flag, but the truth was, Kami agreed with him. Just because Zoe knew everything about her, didn’t mean they shared the same thrills. There were things her bestie would never do, lines she would never cross, and situations that would make her uncomfortable, which Kami found absolute bliss in.
Just outside of the VIP entrance, an actual stretch limo was idling. A chauffeur in a bright gold Greenman mask waited by the open door. The cold air felt exhilarating to her skin and lungs, despite the taint of car exhaust. Before she could climb in behind the Roman entourage and their companions, her bull man grabbed her wings and roughly yanked them off of her, handing them to the driver. Her halo went next and then he preceded her into the car. After seating himself, the bull man held his hand out for her to take.
She could have walked away then. He didn’t seem the type to chase or persuade. The choice to join him inside of the limo was ultimately hers. What a pisser. Ignoring the jilt of disappointment, she put her hand in his, ducked her head and was pulled inside, right down onto her knees at his feet. The door slammed shut behind her. Her choice was made. All chances of escape… gone.
Cupping the nape of her neck, he tucked his head alongside hers again and corrected her mistaken assumptions without mercy, proving himself to be exactly the kind of ruthless bastard she’d been hoping for.
“I’m almost disappointed you decided to come willingly, angel,” he purred darkly. “Now, I’ll have to devise another way to get my point across.”
It wasn’t fear she swallowed, but a rush of heady arousal that went straight to her sex. Thank fucking God. “What point would that be?”
Laughing quietly, he sat back and stared at her. “After tonight, you will never ask that question again.”


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A.C. Melody is a quirky, unconventional and often contrary (mostly to herself) hybrid author, both traditionally and self-published. She has a soft spot for hard ass alphas and the strong women who capture their hearts. Her favorite part of writing, is having the ability to explore her favorite subjects from angels she’s never read before. Also, she loves putting her characters through the ringer one way or another, to expose all of the various facets that make them tick.

Outside of writing, A.C. is a confessed javaholic who loves reading, music, gaming, American Football, ancient civilizations, foreign cultures and everything supernatural. She has an insatiable curiosity that tends to earn her more hobbies than time. You can find her in the beautifully green Pacific Northwest with her two teenage sons and two blue-eyed, Himalayan-Siamese mixes who think they own the joint.




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A modern re-telling of Jane Eyre that will leave you breathless…


Jack England

Eden Rochester is a force. A whirlwind of intensity and thinly-veiled passion. Over the past few years, I’ve worked hard to avoid my passions, to lock them up so they can’t harm me—or anyone else—again. But Eden Rochester ignites every emotion I have. Every glance from her sharp eyes and each teasing word from her indulgent lips adds more fuel to the fire. Resisting her? Impossible. From the moment I held her in my arms, I had to have her. But tempting her into opening up could cost me my job and much, much more.


Eden Rochester

When Jack England crosses my path and knocks me off my high horse, something begins to shift. Imperceptible at first, the change grows each time he looks into my eyes or brushes against my skin. He’s my assistant, but everything about him calls to me, tempts me. And once I give in, he shows me who he really is—dominant, passionate, and with a dark past. After long days of work and several hot nights, I realize the two of us are bound together. But my secrets won’t stay buried, and they cut like a knife.





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Celia Aaron is the self-publishing pseudonym of a published romance and erotica author. She loves to write stories with hot heroes and heroines that are twisty and often dark. Thanks for reading.


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