Set your inner BRAT free

Hi, book buddies :-) Let me remind you that Madison Faye is back! I am so excited :-D The Winchester Academy series is releasing the second novella this week. 

MY OPINION of BRAT

The most uninhibited and provocative taboo passion abounds in this little bundle of naughty behaviour. This academy is the perfect field for rule breaking, line crossing and impossible pairing ever. If you're a fan of this author’s, this novella might still surprise you for the amount of teasing and private tutoring. 

I loved the strategies the female student develops to get her Queen status. Not to mention the little misunderstanding that leads to a scorching-hot session of first experiences. Oh, my.

It is wicked and very explicit as the Professor, his quarterback brother and the bratty student embark on an illicit relationship plagued with dangers from everyone.

It's quite entertaining as they explore boundaries but also face threats before they claim their unique happiness. Totally naughty and contagious And don’t miss the smart move from the brat!

WHAT IS THIS ABOUT?

The head cheerleader hooking up with the star quarterback? Totally normal.

But accidentally bedding and giving her v-card to his brother, the school’s newest, hottest professor?

Yeah, not so normal, and all sorts of scandalous.

Oh, and that’s before they decide to “share”…

Cheerleading captain, social royalty, daughter of a senator, and maybe a bit of bitch? As the reigning queen bee of Winchester Academy, it makes sense that I might hook up with Beckett Truman—the gorgeous, cocky, king-of-the-school star varsity quarterback. I mean that Hollywood script writes itself.

But a party dare gone wrong turns into something hotter than I’ve ever imagined when I accidentally give my v-card to his brother, Porter.

…As in, possessive, dominant, and totally hot Professor Truman, my new freaking math Professor. Eight years my senior, completely off-limits, and utterly irresistible.

I know I should be horrified, or mortified. But it’s a little hard to feel anything but bliss when this Queen finds herself in the arms of not one, but two kings. Because Porter and Beckett want to share…

I slept with the wrong brother, and it just might be the hottest mistake of my life.

Each of the Winchester Academy books are completely standalone stories, with no cliffhangers.

Hot, wild, and insta-love galore, with TWO utterly obsessed alpha heroes and an untouched, very, very off-limits heroine. If you love over-the-top, slightly unrealistic, and wildly dirty stories, this one’s for you!

This mfm romance is all about her – no m/m. As with all my books, this steamy novella is safe, with no cheating, and a HEA guaranteed.   

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ABOUT THE MASTERMIND 

USA Today and #1 Amazon bestselling contemporary romance author Madison Faye is the dirty alter ego of the very wholesome, very normal suburban housewife behind the stories. While she might be a wife, mom, and PTA organizer on the outside, there’s nothing but hot, steamy, and raunchy fantasies brewing right beneath the surface!

Tired of keeping them hidden inside or only having them come out in the bedroom, they’re all here in the form of some wickedly hot stories. Single-minded alpha heroes, sinfully taboo relationships, and wildly over-the-top scenarios. If you love it extra dirty, extra hot, and extra naughty, this is the place for you!

(Just don’t tell the other PTA members you saw her here…)

Madison’s books have also been featured on MTV.com, VICE.com, and (probably) numerous anti-smut government and concerned citizens watch-lists.

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A new word for a new kind of booty call love

Hi, book buddies ☺ I love novellas, and I recently started reading these fabulous short stories by Frankie Love and C. M. Seabrook. They are smutty and adorable. 

Synopsis of BOOTYOGOMY 

Bootyogomy [boo-tee-ag-uh-mee] noun: exclusive booty call with only one person at a time

The place: Hot Wheels Roller Rink

The girl: Kendall a.k.a my lifelong crush

The soundtrack: 80's music

The problem: She's my best friend's sister

The solution: BOOTYOGOMY

This summer Kendall and I throw out the cliched no-strings-attached deal and made our own pact.

We call it Bootyogomy.

An exclusive booty-call.

She thinks I'm in it for the hook-up, but she has no idea.

This girl is my world and it's time to make her mine.

Dear Reader,

Max Major is a cop who looks mighty fine in a uniform!

That butt tho!

And if he's bringing the handcuffs, we'll commit the crime.

One of you readers will bail us out, wontcha?

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MY OPINION

What a playful start to a totally delightful romance. 

Who is he? The gruff cop who's harbouring a deep desire for his best friend's sister.

What does she do? She tempts him with an offer of lust and no-strings attached.

I loved this so much! It's sassy, cute, very arousing, and of course heat turns into a lot more when this couple cannot deny their feelings any longer. 

Kendall and Max are opposites in almost everything, and that's something I like. It works to perfection when they're exchanging vows in a very sweet, fun and endearing scene. Lovely storytelling, too.

This is a short story that feels really good.

Start a chapter from Max's point of view

Music thumps and multi-colored lights flash, turning Hot Wheels Roller Rink into something that looks like a 1980s movie. The place just opened last month, and it’s the first time I’ve seen what Kendall and her friends did to the place.

It’s pretty impressive.

And tonight, it’s jam-packed. A private party to celebrate the official opening.

A hand slaps down on my shoulder, and a beer is placed in my hand. Grady grins at me. “Thanks for coming. I know this isn’t really your scene. But I know Kendall will be glad you came.” He shakes his head and looks around. “I thought my sister was crazy when she told me about re-opening this place, but man, it’s actually pretty cool.”

I didn’t have any doubt it would be. Because whatever Kendall puts her mind to, she always achieves it - even if it means breaking a hundred and one rules in the process.

Me, on the other hand, I live my life by the rules. Even before I joined the police force, my life was about order, about black and white.

Kendall, she lives her life multi-colored.

I catch a glimpse of her now, up on the DJ platform, blonde ponytail bobbing as she listens to something on one headphone, then says into the mic, “Who’s ready to party?”

The crowd cheers and plastic glasses are raised as Cyndi Lauper’s “Girls Just Want to Have Fun” begins playing over the speakers. I can’t help the smile as Kendall steps off the platform and skates toward us.

She’s wearing striped knee-high socks and a pair of tight, yellow shorts that show off her long legs. And when she sees me, those blue eyes light up, and she smiles, causing a deep dimple to form in her right cheek.

God, the woman is hot.

And she’s like a sister to you, the still functioning part of my brain reminds me. Not to mention that Grady would have my balls if he ever knew the thoughts I’ve had of her.

I’ve known the girl since she was eight, when she used to chase after me and Grady on her pink banana seat bike. Even back then, she loved everything retro. Everything that went against the norm.

As hard and cold as I am, Kendall is fire and air. A mixture that has always confused me. Just seeing her, makes me feel like the floor beneath me is giving out. Like I’m gasping for air, and the only way to right myself, the only way to breathe, is to draw her to me and consume her.

But I know if I ever let myself get too close, it would be her who’d consume me.

“You came,” she says, grinning at me. “What do you think? Do you like it?”

“Yeah,” I say gruffly, wishing that primal part of my brain didn’t go all caveman whenever I was near her. She looks slightly hurt by my abrupt answer, so I add, “It’s great.”

Grady pulls her into a hug. “Proud of you, sis.”

It’s the way I should be with her. Easy. Carefree. Like she doesn’t have my insides wrapped up in a tightly wound ball, that is just seconds away from unraveling.

“Grady,” someone calls out, waving him over.

“I’ll be back,” he says, leaving me alone with his sister, Kendall.

She scoops two shots off a tray that passes by, offering me one.

“I have to drive,” I tell her.

She rolls her eyes. “You live two blocks away, Max. Have a few drinks with me tonight.” Then she gives me one of her mischievous grins. “I promise to walk you home if you’re worried about the neighborhood.”

I grunt, a rare smile tugging at my lips, before shooting back the tequila.

“You know you love me,” she teases, taking my empty glass and exchanging it for another.

She has no idea how close to the truth she is.

Frankie Love

Frankie Love writes filthy-sweet stories about bad boys and mountain men. As a thirty-something mom who is ridiculously in love with her own bearded hottie, she believes in
love-at-first-sight and happily-ever-afters. She also believes in the power of a quickie.

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Frankie also writes under the pen names CHARLIE HART.

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C.M. Seabrook

Amazon bestselling author C.M. Seabrook writes hot, steamy romances with possessive bad boys, and the passionate, fiery women who love them. Swoonworthy romances from the heart!

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Claiming Holly is a hot pastime

Is Christmas already here? It seems to be hot this year ;-) Today I share with you this little tease of a romance.

MY OPINION

For a naughty dose of Xmas fun, this little story will light up your time. It's smutty, cute, sweet and very hot.

Holly is juggling work, college and a six-year-old cutie. That first chapter squeezed my heart with its bittersweet tone and all the love it oozed. Then, like a miracle, Holly finds a job that would solve all her problems, but it has a caveat. A gorgeous man who seems to be too good to be true.

Preposterous and funny, the Cinderella-like premise prompts a fake relationsipo that bursts with scorching-hot passion and alpha-like possessiveness. It's also full of Christmas spirit, family love, male devotion to his forever woman, and all kinds of syrupy tenderness. Cute!

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Holly Thompson was struggling to get by. Between trying to pay her bills and taking care of her six-year-old niece, she worried if she’d have enough money for their next meal.

But when she saw an ad in the paper, she realized maybe there was light at the end of the tunnel.


Bryant Sommers was a hotshot NHL player. He had everything anyone could want, even though he had no one to share it with. And he was happy with that.

But he had to prove to his manager that he was committed in all aspects of his life—including being in a relationship.

That’s where Holly came in.

What started out as a business arrangement turned into so much more.

And now all he could think about was claiming Holly.

ABOUT THE MASTERMINDS

Mila Crawford

Mila Crawford is a book lover and has been around them one way or another her whole life. She is a fan of happily ever afters, sassy heroines, over the top alphas, and most of all safe reads.

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Aria Cole is a thirty-something housewife who once felt bad for reading dirty books late at night, until she decided to write her own. Possessive alpha men and the sassy heroines who love them are common, along with a healthy dose of irresistible insta-love and happily ever afters so sweet your teeth may ache.

For a safe, off-the-charts HOT, and always HEA story that doesn't take a lifetime to read, get lost in an Aria Cole book!
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Ready to hunt love at Christmas?

This author really surprises me with her powerful prose :-)

MY OPINION 

This is the shortest novella I've ever read. However, it's totally worth it as it depicts a dark fantasy come to life with a vivid, violent prose that paints lurid actions in all its carnal glory. 

Just a couple of scenes that include the hunt and the resolution. That hunt, wow. A woman being pursued by a beast of a man through an unyielding forest. The fear, the pain and the unrelenting chase are palpable. Then, she is caught. Another wow. Pure, animalistic lust that explodes with colourful words. In the end, all is explained in a very interesting way. I loved it, but why is this so short? 😂

The bonus in all this is another story, Caught for the Holidays, which explains the origin of this unorthodox couple. And it's superb, too. A dark beginning of stalking and harsh claiming that evolves into a heart-warming scene of reunion, love, hope and blissful family happiness. I recommend it, incredibly hot and sweet. 

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INCLUDES FREE HOLIDAY EBOOK CAUGHT FOR THE HOLIDAYS

It should have been an innocent vacation with my family. But wild and dangerous things lurk in this forest.
A wild and dangerous man.
Stalking me.
Hunting me.
Terrifying me—because all I want these Holidays is to be caught. 

Warning: This short romance is pure guilty pleasure. These holidays, get caught up with a completely obsessed hero who will stop at nothing to claim the love of his life. This book contains elements which may be triggers for some. Happy Ever After. No cliff-hanger.

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A scream bursts from my open mouth, splintering the forest. Shattering me with the

force it departs my body. 

The searing tension in my scalp tugs, tossing me to the floor. 

I hit the ground on my side, and roll onto my back. 

Fluttering wings flitter through my vision. 

My chest heaves. 

Where were those bird’s moments ago to warn me? 

The looming frame comes into focus, and the next scream dies on my lips. 

I know…They never saw a predator like this coming. 

He slinks closer. 

No warning could’ve saved me. He’d catch me no matter what. There’s no hiding 

place from him. 

His gaze seizes mine. Hunger is a pulsing, blood-hot need set deep in hazel eyes. 

He’s an animal. 

A complete animal for me…

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After spending years imagining fictional adventures, Amber finally found a way to turn daydreaming into a productive habit. She now spends her time in a coffee-fuelled adrenaline haze, writing romance with a thriller edge.
She lives with her husband and children in semi-rural Australia, where if she peers outside at the right moment she might just see a kangaroo bounce by.
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Santa wants to give you a ride

Oh, the cheeky side of Christmas :-D

MY OPINION

Santa wants to give you a ride

Never a misunderstanding has been so scorching hot!

What happens when Nick meets his client and falls head-over-heels in lust? Rule-breaking, dirty-talking, breathtaking passion that kicks Holly's reservations to the curb. This Christmas-drenched novella is full of smutty insta-love that had me cracking with all the Santa jokes and dirty innuendos that the tattoed, rugged Nick shoots out of his sinful mouth in all directions.

Nick and Holly set fire to every page from their fist encounter, through their little heartbreak until they jingle their naughty way to a truly festive happy ending.

I wish they had an extra epilogue with more manly candy cane and lots of sweet babies in Xmas clothing :-D

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My firm has been hired to make sure Holly gets her biggest Christmas wish.
The rules are simple:

    Seduction and fantasy, and absolutely no sex.

    But, the moment I get a look at the delicious redhead all rules go out the window faster
than Santa’s sleigh on Christmas night.

    I shouldn’t touch her, but it is the season of giving, after all.


And I really want to give Holly a night we both will never forget.

    The problem is, once she wraps that sweet little tongue on my candy cane,


I want much more than just one night.

Warning:
Welcome to Jenika and Jordan’s Hot-Bite Christmas where the packages are big,
the stockings are definitely hung, and snow isn’t the only thing that gets plowed.
We’ve decided you’ve been good this year, so pull up a chair and enjoy a quick,
dirty little cup of Christmas Cheer.

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Holly

If I hear one more Christmas carol, I’m going to hurl. That’s it. I hate this time of year. It’s cold,
it’s miserable, and people are just plain rude. I tried Christmas shopping today—I really did.
Fifteen minutes in the store with holiday music playing in the background, people pushing and
shoving, getting mowed down by shopping carts, and I was done.

Which is why I’m limping on the sidewalk, with not one shopping bag to show for my trouble.
Some woman inside the department store ran into me with her cart. She didn’t apologize; she
just huffed, like I was the one who caused the accident.

I find a bench close to the park and sit down to inspect the damage. I bend down to look at the
back of my leg and wince at what I see. My stocking is torn and there are these gigantic runs
in the nylon going up my leg. The heel of my foot is bloody and has been ripped open at the
exact spot the back of my Jimmy Choos slide against. My favorite pair of heels didn’t exactly
escape hell either. They’re scuffed and have serious damage. If I had it to do over I wouldn’t
have walked away. I would have given that lady a dirty look and thrown my shoe at her before
giving her the finger.

“Looks like you’ve been trampled by Santa’s reindeers,” a deep voice says to my right. I turn
and look at him and everything in me stills. Chills run down my back and the voice seems to
vibrate in the very center of me, sending instant awareness through me and making my body
hum with need. Which is unusual for two reasons. One, I’ve been on a break from relationship
s and men in general for the last five years. My last breakup was not good—so not good that
the thought of trusting another male scares the hell out of me. The last and most obvious
reason is the one that takes precedence, however. I don’t know this man. I don’t know him at
all and worse… He’s wearing a Santa outfit.

Great, I’ve reeled in a nut job.

“Do I know you?” I sound like a cranky old bitch right now, but I’m not in the mood for some guy
dressed up to try and get me in the holiday spirit, not matter how good looking he is.

“I’m Santa, can’t you tell?” he says, drolly.

I rest my back against the bench and look at the stranger, feeling my eyebrows lift up in
sarcastic disbelief. Yeah, he’s wearing a Santa suit, a cheesy red one that looks like it’s made
out of crushed velvet and that’s trimmed in white fake fur. I suppose that’s not strange; ‘tis the
season and all that. What doesn’t fit the part, however, is when he yanks off the beard and hat
and pulls off the white gloves, I can see that his large, masculine hands are covered in ink.

I draw my attention back to his face. Now that the fake beard is gone I see he’s sporting a black
beard with a bit of gray sprinkled in. Dark, almost obsidian eyes stare down at me. They look
intense, mocking and yet at the same time somehow bored with life. He pulls out a cigarette and
then lights it, cupping his hand against the cool New York wind.

“I don’t think Santa is supposed to smoke,” I tell him.

“Sweetheart, Santa does a lot he’s not supposed to do,” he smirks and something about that
look on his face makes my body heat.

“Whatever. You should make sure your boss doesn’t see you do that,” I mutter, annoyed because
he’s making my traitorous body react when it shouldn’t.

“Santa has no boss.”

“God, can you drop the act? I’ve about had it with Christmas and the last thing I want to do is
hear you tell me how you spend your days on the North Pole playing with your reindeer,” I
huff.

“I make the elves stroke my reindeer horns actually,” he smirks. “What’s got your panties in a
twist?”

“You mean besides being mowed over by a woman with a cart and ruining a pair of pantyhose
and my favorite pair of heels?”

“Who was she? I’ll put her on the naughty list,” he asks and at this point I just shake my head.

Who is this guy?   

“Will you give it a… What are you doing?” I feel my eyes grow big as I watch him get down on
his haunches in front of me.

“I thought that was rather obvious. I’m checking your injury out,” he murmurs, ignoring my
protest and pulling my leg up into his lap—despite me trying to pull it away.

I brace myself on the bench, because if I don’t, I’m going to end up falling to the ground. I try to
kick at him, but he holds my leg firmly, not allowing the movement.

“Will you stop? I don’t know you! And besides that, this dress is too short. You’ll have me
flashing half of New York.” My voice has risen by this point.

“Stop being dramatic. My body is completely blocking you.” He dismisses my objection and
then he looks at me—really looks at me. His eyes bore into mine, and his hand on my leg
becomes tighter, almost punishing in his hold. “Are you wearing panties?” he asks.

My body jerks in reaction. I should be repulsed. In fact, I should be panicking that a man I don’t
know, a man dressed in a Santa suit, with a cigarette trapped between his lips and his
big—huge really—ink-covered hand wrapped around my leg, is asking me if I’m wearing
panties. What I should not be is turned on. And, if my damp panties are any indication…
I am definitely turned on.   

“You did not just ask that!” I cry out, desperately trying to pull away from him. I can’t be turned
on by a stranger—a very weird, sexy as sin stranger. I cannot be talking about my panties with
said stranger and most of all, I can’t spread my legs a little wider for him.

“Black… nice,” he says almost to himself, obviously having looked at my panties. I’m not sure
how much he can see because of my pantyhose, but despite it all I feel my face heat, even
though the air has a wintery chill to it. “Damn, honey, I’d say the shopping cart won your war,”
he mumbles around his cigarette, yet somehow managing to make each word clear.

“Will you let go of my leg please?” I growl out, unable to pull away from his firm grip. I’m thinking
that what I thought might be padding to fill out the Santa suit is actually just plain muscle. If his
hands are anything to go by, he’s huge.

What is it they say about large hands again?

I squirm uncomfortably. I really shouldn’t be thinking about that at all.  

ABOUT THE MASTERMINDS

Jordan Marie

A QUIRKY WRITER GOING WHERE THE VOICES TAKE HER.
USA Today Best Selling Author Jordan Marie, is just a simple small town country girl who is
haunted by Alpha Men who talk in her head 24 hours a day.

She currently has 14 books out including 2 that she wrote under the pen name Baylee Rose.

She likes to create a book that takes you on an emotional journey whether tears, laughter
(or both) or just steamy hot fun (or all 3). She loves to connect with readers and interacting with
them through social media, signings or even old fashioned email.

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Jenika Snow

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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