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martes, 18 de febrero de 2020

Revenge is coming

Yes, book buddies ☺ Revenge is so close now...


  REVENGE (Slay #3) by Laurelin Paige 
Release Date: February 25th   
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  Their relationship changes again when Celia learns the devil takes care of his own. Edward Fasbender is my savior. From the ashes of who I once was, he is helping me to rise. He has a list of people who have wronged him. And now he's adding names to that list. Names that I gave him. And we will have our revenge.

    

   Enjoy an excerpt: 

As he lined himself up at my entrance, I silently congratulated myself for having chosen a low-back couch when I’d redesigned his office before we’d gotten married, and then he was there, inside me, pushing so deeply into my body that I felt more than penetrated. I felt conquered. I felt owned.  

  I let my dangling shoe fall off, then bent my knee and brought my foot up to rest on the back beside me, opening myself wider to him, giving him more access. With one arm wrapped firmly around my waist to hold me up, he rammed into me, over and over at a dizzying speed. His pelvis hit against my clit, sending delightful shocks through my body that had me gasping in rhythm to his jabs.   I was already halfway to an orgasm, already too blissed out to form words when he started talking.  

  “You want to know why?” His voice was strained, but he could still speak coherently.   I could barely remember my name, let alone form an answer, especially not to a question that I didn’t fully understand.   Thankfully, he clarified. 
“You want to know why this man? Why righting this wrong was important to me?”   He didn’t expect me to respond. It was obvious when he cupped his hand around my neck, his thumb stretching across my pulse point, pressing just enough to make speech difficult.   No, he didn’t need me to say anything.   He needed me to listen.   “Because I love you, bird,” he said.
 
      

About the mastermind 


  With millions of books sold worldwide, Laurelin Paige is a New York Times, Wall Street Journal and USA Today Bestselling Author. She is a sucker for a good romance and gets giddy anytime there’s kissing, much to the embarrassment of her three daughters. Her husband doesn’t seem to complain, however. When she isn’t reading or writing sexy stories, she’s probably singing, watching Game of Thrones or Letterkenny, or dreaming of Michael Fassbender. She's also a proud member of Mensa International though she doesn't do anything with the organization except use it as material for her bio. She is represented by Rebecca Friedman.   

         

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domingo, 6 de octubre de 2019

Juicy excerpt: 💋 The Second We Met 💋


Hi, book buddies ☺ Do you remember this enticing cover? Well, he is back with a juicy excerpt 😉💖



Dear Jerk Across the Street, sorry for accidentally walking in on you and catching an eyeful of your—equipment. And hard pass on the open invitation to join you in the shower “anytime”, A-hole. 

That’s the note I should’ve written. Instead I sent a pleasant and apologetic version. 

Had I known Phoenix “Nix” Russo would’ve been the neighbor from hell, I’d have told him right where he could shove my words. 

Nix is the big man on campus with everyone lined up at his games to make sure he knows it. Sure, he’s got piercing green eyes, abs that don’t quit and a smile that could set fire to a set of panties from a hundred yards away, but he’s also the biggest pain in my ass.

Dear Pink-Haired Menace, learn how to take a joke and stop being such a kill-joy...
Elle Masterson called the cops on one of my parties—again. My sweet talking usually gets me out of trouble, but this time it got me into a nice pair of silver handcuffs. Now I’m on a reputation rehab tour with a stop at a spring break community service project. 

Guess who’s my new boss? 

Now we’re shoulder to shoulder, sweaty, tired and…she’s not anything like I expected. There might just be a heart under that hardass exterior. She’s invading my dreams and I can’t shake the feeling she’s the key to unlocking a piece of me that I’ve hidden away. 

It’s only a matter of time until she finds out why I’m really here.

Maybe I can break through her walls and into her heart before that happens...one screw at a time.

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HERE IS THE EXCERPT!

I’ve missed this,” he whispered against my lips.
“Me too.”
His fingers tightened around the hair at the base of my neck. Tilting my head to the side, he ran his lips over my skin, sending shivers down my spine.
One second we were standing in the middle of the pitch-black room and the next the whole world tilted. I landed against Nix’s solid chest.
“Are you okay?” I tried to push myself up.
He tightened his hold around me. “The stress balls, sweatpants, and t-shirts cushioned my fall.”
“Thank you for today.” I peppered his jaw with kisses.
“Thank you for letting me do this for you.” The outline of his erection pressed against the front of my mound. Just one inch higher…
He wrapped his hands around my waist and lifted me, perfecting the angle.
I shuddered and ground my hips against him. Someone walked by the door, but we didn’t stop—couldn’t stop.
His hands cupped my ass, dragging me harder against him. The texture of his jeans added extra sensation against my clit. I was on fire for him through two layers of clothes.
My short gasps and his low groans were the only sounds in the room other than the fabric friction.
“We should get back out there.” I raked my teeth along the side of his neck.
“You’re probably right.” His hips shot up and I wanted to scream in frustration that he wasn’t inside me, but I didn’t want to break from the thrumming pleasure rushing all over my body.
“In a second.”
“In a minute.” His tongue danced with mine in time to the rhythm of our hips. Laughter rang out in the hallway behind the door, but I couldn’t stop. If someone came in, there wasn’t anything that would stop me from dry-humping Nix into next week.

About the mastermind
Maya Hughes can often be found sneaking in another chapter while hiding in the bathroom from her kids! :-) I’m a romance writer who loves taking inspiration from everyday life, namely my husband and biggest fan. Inspiration also strikes when I hear a song, meet someone new or daydream while at soccer practice.

I’m the mom of three little ones, the wife to an amazing husband and also work full time. Some of my favorite things are cinnamon rolls, white wine, laughing until I can’t breathe and traveling with my family.

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sábado, 13 de julio de 2019

We are ready for a Prince of Sin + giveaway

Hi, book buddies :-) How are you doing? Ready for a new reading experience? ;-) Prince of Sin is exactly that.



Prince of Sin

by Cass Ford
Genre: Contemporary Romance 



When a savvy gossip vlogger and porn’s most renowned bad boy fall in lust, they must decide if they’ll follow passion into dangerous territory.

When savvy gossip vlogger Morgan Sidney gets assigned the breakup of porn’s most illustrious couple, she strikes a deal with her boss—if she scores an exclusive, she’ll get promoted. So when the famous and flirtatious Prince of Sin offers to fulfill her three wildest sex fantasies, Morgan must decide whether she’ll keep things professional or surrender and explore her sensual side.



As someone who despises the media, why is Chase Prince spending time with a reporter? Clearly, he’s intrigued. But can a scorched sinner—and the biggest smut star around—let a fierce civilian enter his domain?



Prince of Sin takes readers beyond Tinseltown’s glossy Hollywood Hills to Silicone Valley—for a behind-the-scenes look at a sometimes bleak, always risqué world.



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“She needed to be this fake, tabloid-friendly couple,” Chase revealed. “That’s
why I don’t care what strangers think. It’s all horseshit.”
His laissez-faire image philosophy impressed Morgan. She’d been raised to
present most respectably in a prim world. They hiked in silence for a
moment until strangely, an out-of-site owl hooted. “You want to direct?”
Wanted,” he clarified, stiffening and scratching uncomfortably behind his
neck. “But Tori’s right, I know nothing about directing.”
As they passed another group, one guy shouted, “Love your work, man!”
Chase softened, high-fiving the guy. He took recognition in stride.
“And you?” Chase asked.
A raindrop skimmed her arm. “What about me?”
“Once you’re free from this wretched porn beat, you’d like to work on real news
?” When she simply shrugged, he asked, “What do you want to do with your
life?”
“To make the news, not just report it,” she explained, breathing deeply as they
approached the hilltop.
“How?”
“However I can,” she responded, an enthused smile forming. “Perhaps I’ll
write world-changing features, do humanitarian work, bridge the gender
gap, produce controversial films and market the fuck out of them, because
all I do is read marketing blogs and brainstorm creative ways Slander could
sell itself better.”
They reached the summit to face hazy L.A. Catching her breath, Morgan
clutched her ponytail in defeat. Inland, downtown skyscrapers vanished into
darkening clouds. Westward, a continuous stream of airplanes landed at
LAX, ushering more dreamers to the City of Angels. “How will I ever make a
difference with twenty destinations and no GPS?”
To Chase, Morgan’s response was sexier than anything he had heard in a
long time. Almost daily, he met self-obsessed women counting Followers
and Likes. But Morgan hoped to help others, to change the world for the
better. Her compassion inspired awe.
He frowned, mortified at having once suggested a private session with
someone so genuine. He’d never desired a woman’s inner beauty, but
suddenly nothing aroused him more. Marching over, he lifted her chin and
softly kissed her. She closed her eyes, melting into his inviting lips.
When a raindrop splashed their noses, they separated and exchanged
fraught glances. The sprinkle escalated, thunder erupting as people dashed
to their cars. Chase and Morgan followed, carefully descending the summit
under a thickening downpour. Reaching a plateau, Chase considered the
view and saw that Grieta Profunda Canyon Park, the public hiking
metropolis, was clearing out. He grabbed Morgan’s hand. “Stop!”
She raised an eyebrow as he turned his hat backward before seizing her
face. Their mouths met with force, tongues entwined, hearts racing. She bit
that luscious lower lip, a craving finally fulfilled.
Besides a few ant-sized stragglers in the valley, they were completely alone.
It was undeniably a public tryst, overlooking Los Angeles, yet sheets of rain
placed them in safe seclusion.

Chase backed Morgan through bristly shrubs before pressing her against a
steep slope. Dry dirt slopped into mud and splattered their legs, but neither
cared, devouring each other their only concern.

Cass Ford began creating smoldering male protagonists when she was five years old and convinced her aunt that she had a hot and heavy kindergarten boyfriend. In grade school, she penned tales on her parents' typewriter and by middle school sold her own love and gossip magazines to friends. As a preteen at sleepover camp, Cass often told playful, steamy bedtime stories to her bunkmates.

After earning her Bachelor of Journalism degree and several TV/film certificates, Cass continued to hone her passion for storytelling as a television development producer. Born and raised in Canada, she now resides in California.




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martes, 25 de junio de 2019

Let's get ready for Plan B with an excerpt

Hi, book buddies :-) I always have fun with book by Jana Aston, and she's got one coming up soon. Here is an excerpt for our enjoyment.

 

Plan B by Jana Aston 
Release Date: July 2nd 
Genre: Contemporary Romance
 
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Blurb 
Mistakes were made, okay?
The moment I laid eyes on Kyle Kingston I knew he was a mistake. A satisfying, toe curling, hair pulling, best night of my life mistake, but a mistake all the same. I didn’t yet know his name, or who he was, but I knew he was a bad idea.
I take comfort in that, because it means my instincts are still good. Too late, but it’s something. Because, FYI, I’m pregnant
… and did I mention my baby daddy is both heir to a retail empire and impossible to get ahold of?
I do what any girl would. I break into his Grandfather’s retirement gala by telling the prissy gatekeeper Kyle’s my fiancé. It was a halfway decent plan at the time, trust me.
But it blows up in my face, disastrously so. You see, Kyle Kingston is all about representing the family values his family’s retail empire was founded on. At least in public. In private- well I’ll tell you about that later.
He proposes – a marriage of convenience.
Convenient for everyone but me, because while I’m falling in love with my convenient husband, he’s keeping a billion-dollar secret. From me.

   

Excerpt 
"Be ready by six," Kyle says as he drops me off. "Ready for what?" I ask, hand on the door handle ready to hop out of his SUV. "Dinner." "Whoa." I drop my hand from the door and turn to him. "Like you want me to have dinner on the table by six? That's really sexist, Kyle. Just because you put an imaginary ring on it and put a bun in my oven doesn't mean I'm going to quit my job and spend my days cleaning and putting dinner on the table every night at six like a 1950s housewife, just so you know. And I'm not ironing your shirts. I might make cookies every once in a while, though. If I stay. Which is still an if." "Are you done?" "Yes." "Mrs Lascola comes daily Monday through Friday. She does the cleaning, shopping and laundry. My dry-cleaning is delivered to the concierge desk, from where she retrieves it and places it in my closet. She brings the mail from the lobby and leaves it on the desk in my study. She also prepares meals and leaves them in the fridge to be heated." Oh. "So no," Kyle continues, "I'm not expecting you to be my 1950s housewife, because Mrs Lascola is my 1950s housewife, minus your surly attitude problem. You, Daisy, are my twenty-first-century bride-to-be. What I expect from you is that you're doing everything you need to do to take care of the baby you're carrying. Besides that, I expect you to do whatever it is that you find personally fulfilling. I don't give a fuck if it's dusting, or knitting, or photography, or real estate, or running a goddamned empire. Are we clear?" "Fine, yes." I huff. "Good Lord, you're dramatic." He rolls his eyes at me. “Great. Be ready at six, because I'm taking you out to dinner," he says, stressing the word out. He could have done that to start with. "On a date," he adds.
   
About the Author J
ana Aston likes cats, big coffee cups and books about billionaires who deflower virgins. She wrote her debut novel while fielding customer service calls about electrical bills, and she's ever grateful for the fictional gynecologist in Wrong that readers embraced so much she was able to make working in her pajamas a reality. Jana’s novels have appeared on the NYT, USA Today and Wall Street Journal bestseller lists, some multiple times. She likes multiples.

Connect w/ Jana 
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miércoles, 16 de enero de 2019

I am Irresistibly Yours + giveaway

Hi, book buddies :-) Do you like short stories? I confess I loooove novellas. They make me feel good and relaxed. I have read this bundle of romantic joy and it is very entertaining ;-) Oh, don't forget the giveaway at the end of the post.


Irresistibly Yours

Author: Lilly Avalon
Release Date: January 16th 2019
Preorder links: Amazon | B&N | Kobo | Apple

Irresistibly Yours is a compilation of six short stories,
all contemporary romance with sexytimes.

Included in this compilation:
• Here All Along
• More Than Words
• Taking the Risk
• Breaking the Rules
• Hook Me Up
• Just One Favor

MY OPINION

The pink on the cover reflects the sweet stories inside, yet they are steamy as well. 

This compilation caters to that craving we may have for something good and quick. Lots of themes to choose from, too. I liked `There All Along´ as it's friends to lovers who grow intimate one night of unexpected closeness. The transition from playful to romantic was very nice.

`More than Words´  is my all-time favourite of the bunch. The fervent emotions seep through the pages and what starts as a cheeky deal turns into a love-fest. The premise is quite a hook. A writer needs to do research in order to write the steamy scenes of a novel, so she ends up propositioning her writer friend who teaches her the most enlightening class of Pleasure 101 ever. I loved the banter, the words, the exciting passion and the romantic ending.

The nest story, `Taking the Risk´ is one of those forbidden office romances that work so well because they mix supressed feelings and lots of need. I loved the serendipitous way the characters finally cross the line and give in to temptation. Fun and very sexy.

Then, Sara's friend, Ann, is the main character in the next story which is also a great way to link tales and awaken curiosity. A little misunderstanding added to the couple's fated HEA.

A wedding is full of chances in `Hook Me Up´  when a cheeky man seduces his frenemy into a night of wild passion. It was a little temptation, naughty and sweet at the same time.

`Just One Favor´  is the craziest one of the lot. It starts with a girl asking for a very bold and intimate favour from a male friend and it derails into real passion and a last-minute rescue. Quite fun!


ABOUT THE MASTERMIND

Lilly Avalon is the thirty-something author of the RESIST series and
other romance books. She started to pen her first erotica at twelve
years old, but her mom found the "dirty story" and threw it away,
which was just as well because it wasn't that good. At all. Luckily,
she continued to write stories for years until she rediscovered her
love of sexy tales in her late twenties.

Lilly currently resides in Ohio with her husband and pet rodents.
Lilly Avalon is a pen name.




ENJOY AN EXCERPT

Maybe this was a better idea on paper. Okay, it might have been thrown out before it made it to the editor. The look on Landon's face nearly says it all, and it makes me second-guess my brain after a few vodka cranberries. The time it takes for him to respond to what I just told him cements my thoughts on this being a mistake.

“So,” he says finally, drawing out the word comically. “You're going
to write a bodice ripper.”

I reach out and cover his mouth. “Don't be so loud.” I glance around
quickly. I don't need anyone eavesdropping on this conversation.
“And it's not a bodice ripper.” It's more like a panty ripper.

He rolls his eyes as he peels my hand away. “Nobody can hear us,
and who cares if they can.” His face suddenly brightens with
realization. “Ooh! Does that mean the cover will have one of those
ripped guys? You know all buff and tan?”

Rolling my eyes, I say, “Um, hello? It's a Juliet Oliver book. Of course
it will.”

“Ooh! Could I be on the cover?” He stands up and poses with a hand
on his hips and his chest out.

I burst out laughing and grab at his arm to tug him back down to his
seat. “They choose stock photos for the covers. Sorry.”

He gives me a fake frown. “Fine. Dash my hopes to pieces. I see how
it is.” He raises an eyebrow, adding a playful smile.




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miércoles, 12 de diciembre de 2018

Such a tempting cover!


Hey, book buddies :-) I think this cover won't be forgotten easily. Tempting, provoking, and loaded with mythology in the most stunning way.

Release Date: January 8, 2019
Cover Design: Allyson Fields
 

Synopsis

 
Who knew the ancient world could be so downright… arousing?

Like uncovering a sexy diamond in the rough, Legends of Lust reveals the fiery passions lying dormant behind your favorite mythological stories. This adults-only, debut collection of fourteen steamy, erotic short stories by Autumn Bardot is an explosion of sexy, nasty, and romantic retellings that will take your love of myths to a whole new level. 
  Odysseus, a mere man, becomes a god-like master of the tease in the eyes of the sex-starved and eternally lustful goddess, Calypso. The tale of Amazonian queen, Hippolyta, and Theseus gives “love-at-first-sight” a whole new meaning that will enthrall your senses. The encounter between Vishvamitra and Menaka takes them to explosive new levels of bodily nirvana. And Gilgamesh, the mighty god-king, sends temple prostitute Shamhat to tame a wild man, but instead he teaches her something about man’s most primal instincts… and is not left wanting. 
  Run wild in your personal Elysian Fields of pleasure with this spicy, irreverent peek into the sensual world of our most beloved gods, heroes, fairies, and shape shifters from every corner of the earth.

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 ENJOY AN EXCERPT  

Ignoring Zeus’s command isn’t an option. At least not a smart one. I head toward the beach knowing just what I’ll find: a melancholy Odysseus staring into the blue distance, his heart aching for the wife and child he has not seen for nearly twenty years. I sigh, my sorrow a breeze wafting through the branches, the leaves trembling for me. With a heavy heart, I stroll down the path shaded by verdant alder, black poplar, and cypress.
As always, Odysseus is sitting on a large rock facing the sea. I take a moment to admire his physique. He is a chiseled hunk of manliness. I will miss throwing my legs over his broad shoulders and watching his biceps flex as he thrusts into me.
I adjust my gown, sheer as a mist and glistening like the dew, and expose my pale pink nipples. “Odysseus.” He turns his head, his aquiline nose and short beard in profile. “My goddess?”
I move his muscled thighs apart and stand between them. “It is time for you to leave.” I slip my hand under his linen loincloth, wrap my fingers around his c*ck and feel it swell in my hand. “You must build a boat and go home.” I put my mouth on his ear and bite his earlobe, feel him expand even more. “You can build a sturdy boat, can’t you?”
Odysseus pulls away and stays my slow-moving hand with his own. “Is this a trick?”
“Don’t you want to go home?” I run my other hand along his jaw, recall the feel of his beard between my legs. “I do.” Odysseus swallows, looks down as my hand slides up and down his eagerness. “I miss my wife and son. But how can I build a vessel strong enough to withstand the rough s—”
I silence him with my tongue and rub my breast against his bare chest. His body tenses with pleasure as our tongues intertwine. His kisses always inflame me, and the dew of desire moistens my sex. How I will miss this man who can f*ck all night and never tire!
Odysseus breaks the kiss and narrows his eyes. “Are you serious? Or is my building a boat to go home some kind of new torment?”
“You dog!” I jerk away and remove my hand from his throbbing c*ck. “Don’t you know me by now?”
 
 

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ABOUT THE MASTERMIND

 
Autumn Bardot writes historical erotica, the kind that takes you to all sorts of exotic locations and historical times. Sassy women! Spicy sex! Sweet romance! Down n' dirty quickies! Who doesn't need a bit of variety in their life?
She also writes historical fiction, and uses another pseudonym for her indie published paranormal romances. Autumn has a BA in English literature and a MaEd. She's been teaching literary analysis for fourteen years. When Autumn is not writing or working, you'll find her hanging out with her ever-growing family, spoiled husband, and pampered rescue maltipoo. Autumn's favorite things include salty French fries, a good foamy cup of coffee, chocolate, swimming, and a great book.    

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Enjoy your reading time 😀