Title: Filthy Bastard
Series: Grim Bastards MC
Authors: Emily Minton & Shelley Springfield
Genre: MC Romance
Release Date: June 10, 2016 Cover Artist: Cover Me Darling
With a vindictive mother and an obsessed brother-in-law, all Adyson Sloan wants is a little freedom—for her and her sister. She dreams of having a little room to breathe and making her own choices. But when she's kidnapped by the Grim Bastards MC, freedom comes at a much higher price. Terrified, but determined to get back to her sister, Addy’s plans are ruined when she falls for a bastard with a chip on his shoulder.
He's a bastard without a heart.
Sergeant at Arms Brew Decker plays by his own rules. To him, nothing is sacred but the brotherhood. He lives and dies by the club and would do anything for them—even kidnap an innocent woman. After all, she's merely a pawn in the bigger game. But everything changes when he meets Addy. Suddenly, he'd do anything for his captive.
Can love between a rich girl and a bastard survive without someone losing it all?
Filthy Bastard by Emily Minton
My rating: 5 of 5 stars
Just what I needed, a great MC read. I loved Dirty Bastard but absolutely fell in love with Filthy Bastard. Brew and Addy are a awesome couple and I love all the characters in this series.
This has one of the best MC plots that I've read in a while and it just keeps growing with more possibilities. I won't go into details because I don't want to give anything away. But you have to read this book and series, it's fantastic! You will love the characters, the writing is wonderful and the story is great. It's a must read!
USA Today Bestselling author, Emily Minton is a Kentucky native. She is proud to call the Bluegrass State home. She claims she bleeds blue–Wildcat Blue! She has been married to her husband, David, for over twenty years. They share two wonderful children.Emily loves to read and has more books on her kindle than most people could read in a lifetime, but she intends to read every single one. She has published nine books, but there are many more are floating around in her head. She hopes to get them all on paper before long. She loves sharing her dreams with her readers.
Shelley was born and raised in Kentucky and doesn't see herself leaving the bluegrass state anytime soon. Shelley and her husband have been together for sixteen years, and they share three beautiful daughters and one handsome son.Although Grim Bastards is her first published novel, she has been a fan of romance reads for many, many years. Shelley loves all sorts of genres of romance but Contemporary, New Adult, and Romantic Comedy are her all-time favorites.
Title: Pay for Play
Author: Victoria Ashley & Hilary Storm
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: June 6, 2016
Alphachat.com – That’s all the info you need to get off in the privacy of your own home, car or hell… even in a public fucking library.
Whatever gets you wet.
I never expected a million-dollar business to come out of touching myself on camera, but when you add in nine of your best guys, the women become hungry and the money begins flowing faster than you can spend it.
You want to see me take my shirt off, I’ll strip it off nice and slow, making you sweat in anticipation.
You want to see me touch my dick, I’ll stroke every hard inch of it, getting you off before you can even feel it creeping up on you.
Now I just hope playing for her on camera will pay off enough for me to claim her outside of the computer screen.
The email came in at three o’clock today, letting me know that Lynx Kade has an opening tonight at midnight and I have until eleven thirty to confirm or deny.
“Shit, what do I do?” I look up at the clock to see that I have less than five minutes to make my decision.
My whole body is screaming to click the accept button, but my head is telling me that this whole thing is crazy… and dirty.
Extremely dirty… but exciting. I need excitement.
Swallowing, I make a rash decision, knowing that time is running out and I have no clue if I’ll get another opportunity if I decline.
Remi made it very clear that this Lynx guy has a waiting list and can sometimes take weeks or even months to get a private session.
He has to be good. At least for my aching body’s sake; let’s hope.
Hitting accept, I fight to catch my breath the whole time, while typing in my credit card info. I can’t believe that I’m actually paying $700 for fifteen minutes of play with some guy.
“I’m insane. I have to be.”
Quickly shutting down the desktop computer, I rush to my room for privacy and take a seat at my desk, opening up my laptop and starting it.
Reaching for my bottle of water, I undo the lid and take a huge gulp, while logging back into the site and watching as the minutes countdown to midnight.
The closer it gets to midnight, the dirtier, but more excited I feel.
I can’t deny that it gives me a rush, knowing that I’m about to watch some stranger touch himself for me.
“Oh fuck… Oh fuck.” I suck in a deep breath once it counts down to the last minute. “I’m really doing this.”
In a panic, I double check to make sure that I have both the volume and the screen turned off so I can stay completely anonymous.
I calm down a little and take a deep breath in just enough time for a picture to come up on the screen of a black, leather couch.
After a few seconds, a hard, muscled body appears in front of the screen, before my boss’ face comes into view.
“Oh my fucking God!” My hands go up to cover my mouth as I watch him adjust his computer, before taking a seat on the couch. I can’t believe my boss does this on the side and that I’m about to see everything he has to offer.
He’s wearing a black V-neck shirt that is clinging to every muscle and a pair of sweats, showing off his muscular thighs. His hair is messy and he looks so damn good that I want to taste him.
“I see you’re a first timer,” his husky voice comes through, making my thighs clench. “Tell me what you want me to do.”
“I’m not doing this. I’m not doing this.” I begin typing, unable to stop myself. “I am doing this… I can’t believe I’m doing this.”
Badgirl@heart- Take your shirt off, please.
A sexy smirk appears on his face. “No need to be nice.”
Standing up, he grips the back of his shirt and slowly pulls it over his head, exposing the sexiest, firmest chest I’ve ever laid eyes on.
“Oh. My. God.”
Tossing his shirt aside, he lifts a brow and lowers the waist of his sweats, just enough to expose the very defined muscles, leading down to the bulge that I’ve been dying to see. My eyes are glued to the tattoos across his lower stomach as I lean closer to read, “Veni. Vidi. Vici.” I know exactly what that means. I came. I saw. I conquered. Holy fuck that’s hot.
“What now, BadGirl@heart? You going to show me just how fucking bad you can be?”
My heart’s beating so damn hard as I type this next part, that I have to erase it a few times and rewrite it because I keep messing up.
BadGirl@heart- Slowly run your hands down your abs and then lower your sweats.
“So bad girl likes it slow… and hopefully hard.”
Starting with his defined chest, he slowly and teasingly runs his hands down his body, going lower until he reaches his abs. He then grips the top of his sweats, teasing me and making me go crazy for him to hurry up and just lower them out of the damn way.
I’m practically sitting on top of my laptop at this point, licking the damn screen.
His body is even more beautiful than I’d imagined. Every dip of muscles has me aching to run my lips over it.
Sliding his tongue over his bottom lip, he pulls it into his mouth and slides it between his teeth, while lowering his sweats enough to see that he’s not wearing anything beneath.
I instantly start fanning myself off, while watching him lower it further down to expose the base of his thick, hard shaft.
“There’s not much stopping you from seeing my cock now. It’s already hard and waiting for you to tell me what to do with it.”
“Oh my fucking… oh shit. I’m about to see my boss’ dick. This is against all the fucking rules, but I want it so bad.”
BadGirl@heart- Take your sweats off. I want to see you touch your dick for me.
I can’t believe I’m doing this or that I just said that to him.
Smiling big now, he turns the other way and lets his sweats lower to his feet, giving me a full on view of his very sexy, muscular ass.
I see him move his legs, stepping out of his sweats, before he kicks them aside. Then he squirts something in his hand and his arms move as if he’s stroking himself. His muscles flex and so do mine as I watch him.
“Hope you’re naked by this point. If not…” he lets out a husky laugh. “You’re going to want to be.”
Victoria Ashley grew up in Rockford, IL and has had a passion for reading for as long as she can remember. After finding a reading app where it allowed readers to upload their own stories, she gave it a shot and writing became her passion.
She lives for a good romance book with tattooed bad boys that are just highly misunderstood and is not afraid to be caught crying during a good read. When she's not reading or writing about bad boys, you can find her watching her favorite shows such as Sons Of Anarchy, Supernatural and The Walking Dead.
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Title: One Last Shot(Pub Fiction 3)
Author: Gillian Jones
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: June 6, 2016
My name is Claire Knox. People say Iâm the female version of a player: a boyslayer, if youâre fluent in urban dictionary speak. I hate long term relationships. Iâll never commit to sticking around long enough to get attached to the notion of love, marriage, or the proverbial two point five kids. No sirree Not this girl. Thereâs no way Iâll let myself get hurt by losing someone I love ever again. Been there, felt that. Consider me damaged goods if you will, but I'm happy. Or so I thought, until my path crossed his againâ¦
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ExcerptClaire Holy Jesus sittinâ on his rainbow, does Matt look delicious. He looks so fucking manly, incredibly sexy and completely all consuming like I remember. When he first called out my name, I swear my ovaries perked up like the mothership had arrived to bring us to planet Gonna Get My Rocks Off! Fuckity fuck fuck. Heâs actually here, and I know Iâm in trouble. My kryptonite is facing me, his light brown eyes laced with flecks of mahogany. They rake over me, taking in my now wired body inch-by-inch. His gaze is heavy and painstakingly slow, igniting my skin with a warmth Iâve not experienced in a long time. God, I hope he likes what he sees. Wait, no. No, I donât. In mere seconds, this man is inciting a frenzy of emotions that prove exactly why I wasnât ready to see him yet, proving that I needed more time before this reunion, confirming that he can easily annihilate all of my best-laid plans, the ones my brain has worked overtime convincing my heart to make. I need more time to make proper preparations, to ensure my bridge troll is ready for battle, that he is stable enough to keep the drawbridge strategically locked in place, ready to withstand the blunt force that is Matt Bishop. Most of all, I want more time to practise the apology and then the time to actually apologizeâto explain. Time to just tell him Iâm sorry. Looking at him, feeling him, I realize I canât risk more than that or I will be lost again. Unfortunately, none of what my brain wants is happening right now. Heâs here. And from the moment I set eyes on Matt, all I want is him, anyway I can have him. Moving up from my neck, Matty whispers softly in my ear and my breath hitches: âTell me, Claire, do you still taste sweet? Like sugar melting on my tongue, leaving that addicting-as-fuck strawberry ice cream taste running down my chin?â He tickles my memory, my throat forgetting how to swallow as he wets his tongue and moves it lightly over my earlobe, awakening the familiar pulse between my legs, the one that always builds with each of this manâs dirty words. âChrist, baby. You were so fucking good, my tongue licking up every single drop of juice that dripped from your hot tight cunt.â The timbre of his voice causes tingles to travel down my spine, the anticipation of where this is all going making my toes curl at the prospect. âI want to kiss you, Claire. Tell me itâs okay to kiss you.â âJesus, Matt.â I want to sag against him. His filthy words make my knees weak. Matt squeezes my hips, pulling me flush to his strong body. Leaning in, he runs his mouth ever so softy along my neck before meeting my eyes again. I step out of his hold, needing to give myself a bit of distance. But instead, I find myself staring at him, unable to look beyond the man of my past, the one I canât seem to let go. The same one for whom my heart thumps erratically in my chest, the same one I wish almost daily Iâd kept, the same one I donât know if I can keep. I canât believe weâre back here. Mattâs beyond the man-pretty guy I remembered. His chiseled jaw is highlighted by more than a five oâclock shadow. His lush lips are full, with that pouty bottom one making me want to tug on it because itâs so tauntingly perfect. Heâs fucking ripped, tooâAdonic, if you will. His plain white-t-shirt strains over his incredible shoulders, his defined chest and toned biceps. The telltale marks of tight abs pull my gaze as I make my slow perusal, visibly eye-fucking the shit out of him. God, I like what I see. A lot. I want nothing more than to run my tongue along each dip and dive of this manâs body. Mattyâs body was made for sin and Iâd gladly volunteer as the sinner if it meant Iâd get to repent at the shrine that is this man. I let out an almost audible moan as I stand lusting for all the things I want to do to him. Matt pulls me back in tight, holding me close against him, laughing against my ear. âLike what you see, Claire?â Iâm busted. Iâve got drool stains all over the front of my shirt, no doubt. Hell, yes. âItâs all right,â I shrug, but canât help the nervous giggle that escapes my dumb-ass self as Iâm caught. âI think you do. Better yet, I know you fucking do and I know I affect you still, even now.â âJesus, Matt. Okay, yes, I guess youâre still kinda hot and maybe you do affect me just a little bit.â I give him an impish grin. âThank Christ for small miracles. And for the record, I can smell that itâs more than âa littleâ.â âMatt!â I shove at his chest, feigning embarrassment. If it were anyone else I might have been, but not with Matt. No, with him Iâve only ever been comfortable, been myself. Matt takes the remote off the bar, turning up Keith Sweatâs âNobodyâ, the sound pumping through the speakers. âDance with me.â Itâs not a request, but a command. Holy shit. This is happening. Matt Bishop, my Matty, is standing here, holding me tight in his arms after two years. Thereâs so much I need to say, want to say. But in this moment itâs obvious that words arenât required, that this is what we both need from each other. Mattâs lips hover over mine. âCan I kiss you now, Claire?â
One Last Shot by Gillian Jones
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I'm a wife, mother, and a crazy Canadian, living in Ontario with the loves of my life-my amazing hubby and sweetest little boy. I'm Admittedly addicted to...my friends, red wine, and laughter. A lover of alpha males, hot sex, all coupled with the perfect side of angst topped off with the epic happily ever after.
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No strings attached.
It’s not what I really want, but it's all he has to offer. He's filled with turmoil and heartache and regrets, but for two hours every Wednesday all he feels is me. How much I desire him, how desperate he makes me, how much I'd like things to be different between us. Real.
He used to be my best friend back before he got married. And now? Now, he’s a young widower. It'd be wrong on so many levels to expect something more from him. So I give him what he needs. Dark delicious fucking. But I know I can’t keep this up. I've already given him my body, my soul. I want him to have my heart. It might drive him away forever, but that’s a risk I’m forced to take.
Wednesday is an angsty romp told from dual points of view. If you’re in the mood for something quick and dirty, you’ve found it. Proceed at your own risk.
A New York Times, Wall Street Journal, and USA Today bestselling author of more than a dozen titles, Kendall Ryan has sold over 1.5 million books and her books have been translated into several languages in countries around the world. She's a traditionally published author with Simon & Schuster and Harper Collins UK, as well as an independently published author. Since she first began self-publishing in 2012, she's appeared at #1 on Barnes & Noble and iBooks charts around the world. Her books have also appeared on the New York Times and USA Today bestseller lists more than three dozen times. Ryan has been featured in such publications as USA Today, Newsweek, and InTouch Magazine.
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About Why I Wrote this Book:
The concept for what would eventually become WEDNESDAY was one of those random ideas that popped into my head in February 2016. It was a Saturday morning—you know the kind where you’re still lounging in your pajamas, drinking coffee, and picking at breakfast several hours after waking? Yes, one of those. My kids were playing on the living room floor, my husband flipping through a magazine across from me. It was winter in Minnesota, which meant it was absolutely freezing out and we had no plans to go anywhere.
I grabbed my laptop and wrote out the blurb for a book I knew I had no time to write. I e-mailed it to my publicist and said, “What do you think about this idea?” Her response was enthusiastic, something along the lines of, “You need to write this book! Right now!” So I opened a blank document, and soon I had the beginning of a first chapter.
Because this project didn’t fit into my writing schedule (like, at all), I decided that I would continue writing the books I was supposed to in order to keep on track with my releases, but that I would write one thousand words a night on this book too, and just see where it took me. It was a hard couple of months, alternating between two projects—one I would write during the day in present tense, and this book in the evening after dinner, dishes, and bath time, in past tense. This book was basically written with the help of wine, my couch, and a good playlist, which I included for you at the end.
Chloe and Shaw didn’t even have names for the first several weeks. I didn’t outline or plot. I had no idea where the story was heading . . . I just had a haunted what if question in my head.
What if the man you’d grown up with, your lifelong best friend and secret crush, suddenly lost his wife? In what ways would his grief shape your new relationship? To what lengths would you go to be there for him?
Is it controversial? Inappropriate? Maybe. But love doesn’t have boundaries, and in telling this story, I let these heartsick, broken characters lead me. I knew they could find their happily-ever-after. And I also knew it would be a short story. Those were the only things I knew for sure.
I’m so glad that I stuck with it and spent all those evenings allowing their story to unfold. I hope you are too.
“Wicked Game” by Chris Isaak
“Champagne Supernova” by Oasis
“Mountain at My Gates” by Foal
“Adventure of a Lifetime” by Coldplay
“Flake” by Jack Johnson
“Lovesong” by the Cure
“Big Girls Cry” by Sia
“Beast of Burden” by the Rolling Stones
“Burning Photographs” by Ryan Adams
Title: The Way With You
Series: The Way #2
Author: Anne Mercier
Genre: Coming of Age/New Adult Romance
Release Date: May 23, 2016
Finding a "happily ever after" was hard enough.
Keeping it is even harder.
Olivia Brennan and Cameron Stone have both gone through Hell and back to finally find their way to each other. With obstacles set against them, the struggle to stay connected is harder than ever. Between their academic schedules, Olivia's newfound campus infamy, and a conniving ex stirring up trouble, Liv and Cam begin to struggle to keep what they've worked so hard for.
But when something unexpected fractures their trust, they must decide if they can repair what's left of their fragile love or will they discover that "happily ever after" is just for fairytales?
The Way With You by Anne Mercier
My rating: 5 of 5 stars
What a amazing book! I've sat here contemplating what to say in my review, I don't want to give anything away but I want everyone to know how great of a book this is.
There is heartbreak, fear, love lost and love found. My emotions were all over the place, there were times I wanted to jump in the book and hug Liv and other times I wanted to stand beside her.
There is a story in this book that needed to be told and Anne did a wonderful job telling it. The story line of bulling will be close to home for lots of readers and she did a great job writing about it. This is a wonderful book and series! It's a must read!
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"Another great read from Anne....I really enjoyed the first book and was waiting to find out what happened to Cam and Liv, how their story and history played out for them. I have to say I was a little shocked at the change in Cam from the beginning to the end of that book but I still liked it. [...]
I LOVED the outcome and the fact it is not what you expect. Too many books these days have predictable fairy tale outcomes and I am frankly tired of it and the same story over and over, I like a surprise and twist."~ LJ's Secret Addiction
"It was amazing and so not what I was expecting. I read 5 plus books a week and I can honestly tell you that I didn't see that one coming. It hard to explain how a book can break and heal your heart all at the same time." - Marni, Amazon reviewer
"To say I was shocked, is an understatement, but that's what I love about Anne's books. You should never just assume that they are going to be just like everyone else's." Stacey Johnson, Amazon reviewer
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The Way Back to Me (The Way #1) – Released Feb 23, 2016
She was perky, fun, and full of life—everything I hated about girls and their bullshit exterior. People called her bubbly; I called her “fake-as-hell.”
The edgy, dark, lonely girl in front of me was not the Olivia Brennan I knew from high school—far from it, actually. I knew the story—the whole town knew the story, we witnessed it all. It happened in the blink of an eye and the girl we knew was gone.
But I refuse to watch it anymore—I can’t stand it. I’m going to fix it—fix her. It’s time I showed Olivia Brennan her way back…
Back to the girl she used to be.
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I was born and raised in Wisconsin and still live here today with my two sons and puppy. (Though one day soon I hope to move to southern California!)
I’m an avid reader who gets inspired by reading the stories from my favorite authors as well as listening to various types of music. I am a huge fan of music, chocolate, fruit, desserts, autumn, M. Shadows, Avenged Sevenfold, and Milo Ventimiglia. Through my books, I am proudly creating new Avenged Sevenfold and Milo Ventimiglia fans one reader at a time.
“The best part of being an author, to me, is being able to take the reader to that one place they long to go when they need to escape reality. Knowing I can do that, for even one reader, makes what I do worthwhile.” ~ Anne Mercier
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