 
Titans An exclusive private society of the world’s most powerful ambitious gentlemen Sex, Secrets, and Intrigue Billionaire's Matchmaker Rich, powerful men don’t intimidate matchmaker Hope Malloy. So when she’s hired to find a bride for billionaire Rafe Sterling, she’s certain the assignment will be easy. Not only is he sexy and a renowned philanthropist, the man is heir to one of the country’s largest hotel fortunes. Who wouldn’t want to marry him? The last thing Rafe wants is a wife. Too bad it's the one thing he desperately needs. His father ran off with a woman half his age, and Rafe can't become permanent CEO of Sterling Worldwide unless he's married. When he’s ambushed by the competent matchmaker, he’s captivated by her intelligence and seductive innocence. All of a sudden, he is thinking about a future and having her under his complete and total command. Will she run when she discovers his deepest, darkest secrets and shocking, sensual demands? * * Although Billionaire’s Matchmaker is part of the Titans world, this sexy story is a standalone book with a feel-good Happily Ever After * *
 The air conditioner kicked on. The whispering cool air did nothing to dissipate the heat between Rafe and Hope, his beautiful, but unwanted matchmaker. He slid his hand around to the back of her neck, then feathered his fingers into her hair. “I want to kiss you, Ms. Malloy.” “Uhm…” “Ask me to.” She scowled. “I won’t have you pretending that you’re not curious. This room is swimming with your pheromones. Deny it.” She sagged a little against his hand, and he tightened his grip on her hair, as much to offer support as to imprison her. “You’ll remember this moment, fantasize about being mine.” “No…” “Invite me to kiss you or tell me to release you. The power is yours. Yield to temptation or leave, wondering if it’s as good as you imagine it will be.” “This can’t be happening.” Despite her protest, she didn’t try to escape. “It’s the first time I’ve had any sexual longing for an adversary. Ask me to kiss you,” he repeated instead of arguing. “Be sure to say please.” He loosened his grip, and she leaned toward him, keeping herself hostage. Rafe didn’t smile with triumph. “Kiss me.” “There’s nothing I’d enjoy more.” That wasn’t the entire truth. There were a hundred things he’d like to do to her, but he made no move Her internal standoff lasted longer than he thought it would. Excellent. She had a stubborn streak. Hope glanced away and sighed. Then she looked at him with clear, confident eyes. “Please kiss me.” He could drown in her and be happy about it. He captured her chin to hold her steady. On her lips, he tasted the sweetness of her capitulation. “Open your mouth, sweet Hope.” She did, and he entered her mouth, slower than he would ordinarily, softer than he would if she were his submissive. Hope responded with hesitation, and he continued on, driving deeper, seeking more. Within seconds, she yielded. She moaned and raised onto her tiptoes to lean into him. A few seconds beyond that, she wrapped her arms around him. Hope, his adversary, had now become his willing captive. He released her chin and moved his hand to the middle of her back, then lower to the base of her spine. Rafe drank in the scent of her femininity. His cock surged, not from ordinary arousal, but from soul-deep recognition. Her eagerness sought the Dom in him. It took all his restraint not to press his palm against her buttocks. He wasn’t sure how he’d banish this memory of her—strength and suppleness in one heady package. She offered more until she was panting and desperate, gripping him hard. Instead of giving in to the driving need to possess her, he distracted himself by tugging on her hair harder. As he’d requested, her eyes were open. So trusting. Did she have any idea how close he was to shredding the veneer of civilization that hung between them to claim her, mark her as his?
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Sierra was born in Manchester, England where she spent her early years traipsing through castles. After living in Denver for a number of years, the internationally acclaimed author now resides in Galveston, Texas. She loves the way history blends with Southern manners (being called “sugar” is an experience unto itself). She invites you to join her on a sensual journey where the limits are explored and expanded.
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Title: Unsteady
Author: Elizabeth York
Genre: Romantic Suspense Standalone
Release Date: June 26, 2018 Cover Designer: Letitia Hasser at RBA Designs Photographer: Sara Eirew
   
  He was the only one for me
When I close my eyes, I still see the way he looked at me all those years ago.
The way it felt to have someone so amazing in my life, especially after my parents abandoned me.
The bond that only a childhood friend could understand.
He was my balance and never let me fall
But I lied to him…
She was my better half
I remember the fear she hid under her smile when I met her.
There were so many adventures we concocted, that we were sure we lived a hundred lifetimes in our minds.
She was the reason I got up in the morning.
She was my gravity and kept me grounded.
But then she lied…
He kept my heart when I broke his.
I was never going to see him again.
He would always hate me, even if he knew the truth.
It would be better this way.
If only he hadn’t kept my heart.
She threw my heart away when I wanted her to have it the most.
I am so full of rage – I never want to see her again.
She ruined every memory that we made with a simple sentence.
My life would be better without her.
If only she hadn’t kept my heart.
At forty-thousand feet the Earth shifted, and planets aligned. My world came into focus and for once I was no longer unsteady and ready to fall. As the winds of the plane drifted over the icy cold ocean my heart warmed when I saw him. Once I saw his eyes and the way he was looking at me I knew.
He was the balance I always needed.
… And she was mine.
 
London in the Past
“I’m scared,” my voice echoed across the inky night sky. My arms trembled as I hung from the edge of the concrete ledge outside of my window.
“Swing your legs over, latch onto the trellis, and then walk your hands over till you can grab on,” Logan whispered loud enough for me to hear. We only had a couple of minutes before the nuns made their rounds and caught us sneaking out.
I walked my hands one inch at a time across the hardened ledge as sweat sheened my body. My strained muscles were not going to hold me much longer since their idea of physical exercise was doing nothing more than writing notes to Logan every day.
“Logan,” I flinched when a piece of loose cement dug into my hand.
“Let go,” his voice reverberated in the wind as I looked down to see the drop below me. I looked for comfort in Logan’s eyes, but his dark hair was swept across his face as the storm in the distance gained momentum. Dogs barked across the field letting us know that the nuns were putting away the garden tools and would soon be circling the property before they went to bed.
“Logan,” I cried as my hand started to slip.
“Let go, I’ll catch you,” his hushed tones were hard to hear as we tried not to draw attention to ourselves. I winced at the pain and looked back up to see blood running down my forearm. “Drop London,” he quietly yelled as my eyes sought him out. There was a quiet reflection that resounded in my heart seeing him with his arms up waiting for me. At that moment, I put all my faith in him, trusted him completely, took a deep breath, closed my eyes, and just let go.
Before I could scream I felt Logan’s arms as he caught me and we both tumbled to the ground as I slammed into him and rolled away. He immediately crawled over and looked down on me ensuring I was fine without a care for himself, his fresh bruising, and the new dirt he now wore on his jean jacket.
“Are you okay?” He asked as he inspected my palm. I nodded, but a teardrop fled my eye allowing him to know I was lying. My body ached and the gash in my hand was on fire.
“Who’s out here?” Sister Katherine yelled loudly. Logan helped me up and we ran through the field till we passed the point of no return and ventured into the neighboring orchard that had been abandoned. No one could find us here. As often as it flooded we knew no one would come for us all the way out past the tree line by the water’s edge.
“Give me your scarf,” Logan demanded. I pulled it out from my belt loops and handed it to him. “Why do you wear your scarf like a belt?” He questioned me with a curious smirk. I grinned through the aches my body felt trying to find the words. I was finally feeling the full impact of the fall. My smile tried to hide the agony, but Logan could see through me.
“It was something my mom always did,” I explained when I could breathe through the discomfort. He pulled a small piece of concrete out of the tear in my palm. Then he wrapped my hand with my pink scarf as he tried to stop the bleeding. I tried to hide my wince as he tied it tight, but I failed. A soft guilty look slid across his face before he looked down at my hand again.
“I think it’s silly. It’s a scarf, not a belt,” he gave me a half smile as his lips crooked up to show me he wasn’t serious. “Your hand should be good until morning and by then we will have figured out how to explain it.”
  
Elizabeth has been writing for so long she has forgotten how old she is. Accustomed to southern climate she likes drinking her sweet tea on the porch with her laptop in hand. In 2015, she was named Author of the Year and received an award from over thirty blogs and a multitude of authors for her work in the community as well as for the words she wrote. Married to the military and a mother to three this woman knows how to multitask. She can handle anything you throw at her, but enjoys a quiet night with her family or a open book in her hands. Join her journey and see where she will take you next.
      
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Title: Just One Touch
Series: Oh Tequila Series #3
Author: C.A. Harms
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Publication Date: June 19, 2018 Publisher: Limitless Publishing
I should have known this would happen...
Nothing about my fraternity was ever simple. Parties, tequila – tons of tequila – and wild souvenirs from our kind of crazy.
Never, and I do mean never, did I expect my brother’s girl to target me in a midnight prank. A prank that backfired and left me squealing in pain.
Have you ever seen those shows, the ones that say the “dirty deed” sent you to the ER? Well, I went to the ER, and yes, my manhood was involved. Let me just say I gained absolutely no pleasure from it. Unless, of course, you consider that sweet nurse who treated me.
The problem? She hated me…and I had no idea why, but I wasn’t willing to let her walk away until I figured it out.
Emelie was feisty, and I’d never felt the type of excitement I did after spending only five seconds in her line of fire. I was gonna enjoy this...way more than I should, and I knew it.
She saw, she conquered, and I was defeated.
All it took was just one touch, and oh, what a ride it was.
 
  
  
C.A. Harms is like any other addicted reader. She enjoys happy endings and HEA love stories. She hasn't always been a lover of Romance and had once been addicted to a good Mystery. Just recently she has taken on a new liking and now is a full blown Romance novel addict.
She lives in Illinois and enjoys spending time with her husband and two children. You will always find her with her kindle or paperback in hand as it is her favorite pass time.
 
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 Just One Touch by C.A. HarmsMy rating: 4 of 5 stars A great sweet sexy read that will put a huge smile on your face. These characters, how can you not love each and every one of them. Emelie and Clayton are perfect together but what will have you heart bursting is Ethan, Emelie’s two year old son. And Clayton’s interaction with him will have your ovaries exploding. This is a true standalone but meeting all the characters in this series definitely has me wanting to go back and read the other books. I really enjoyed their banter and playfulness. If your looking for a cute funny read this is definitely one for you. View all my reviews 
Fixed Forever (Fixed book #5) by Laurelin Paige Release Date: June 25th 2018 Genre: Contemporary Romance 
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BLURB Hudson Pierce- You act so high and mighty, you and your perfect pregnant wife Alayna. With your perfect child and your perfect home. You weren't always perfect. Your past is filled with misdeeds. Does your wife know all your secrets? Would she stand behind you if she did? You think because she’s on bedrest you can protect her? How sweet. Sleep tight, you two. -An Old Friend. 
EXCERPT If she’d needed a day or two in bed, upset and processing and obsessively looking through pictures of the event on social media, what would that have mattered? I trusted her to come back to me when she was through her anxiety. Maybe that was the key. Maybe she wasn't punishing me —but rather, was testing me. Seeing if I was capable of actually letting her go to work and not interfering. Not showing up, cold and demanding, when she lost track of time. Because in truth, I was the one who wasn't strong enough. For all that I blamed her for giving in to her overactive mind, I was the one who worried too much. Who was overprotective. Who couldn't handle the thought of her suffering, even only slightly. She was the one who alerted me to possibilities, her mind skittering from one thing to the next even as she stayed my rock. The truth was, without me, Alayna was still brilliant and clever and lovely and big-hearted and enough. But without her, I was nothing. 
About Laurelin With over 1 million books sold, Laurelin Paige is the NY Times, Wall Street Journal, and USA Today Bestselling Author of the Fixed Trilogy. She's 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 and the Walking Dead, 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. 
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Michelle's Review
 Fixed Forever by Laurelin PaigeMy rating: 5 of 5 stars The excitement! The excitement! Absolutely freaking wonderful! I’m so in love with these characters and the author gave us her all. It shows throughout the book. It’s exciting, sexy and will having hanging onto every word. When Hudson starts getting threatening letters he decides digging into his past is the only way to find out who has it out for him. Worried for his family’s safety he will go whatever he needs to do to find the person responsible. You know what I love about Hudson and Alayna? Everything! Absolutely everything. I love the way they love each other. And their story just keeps getting better and better. My heart is so full right now, you are going to love this book. View all my reviews
Title: All I Want
Series: Rocking Racers #5
Genre: Contemporary Sports Romance
Release Date: June 2, 2018
Publisher: Hot Tree Publishing
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Bishop Royal is a sleaze. He’s a cheat, a copycat, a bastard. He knows what you think of him and he doesn’t care. All he cares about is his best friend, Jake.
Jake Ellis has loved Bishop Royal for sixteen years. He’s been by his side through everything: deaths, hardships, and triumphs.
When Bishop’s life is pulled out from underneath him, he figures with nothing left to lose, it’s time to tell Jake how he feels.
Under pressure to be the picture-perfect boyfriend and his father’s perfect son, will Bishop fold or go after the only thing he’s ever truly wanted?
In my pocket my phone rings. I manage to fish it out before it goes to voicemail.
“Hello?”
“Hey, I just wanted to see how things went.” The voice, which sounds as good as rain on a tin roof in the middle of a drought, belongs to my best friend, flatmate, and object of my affection for over a decade, Jake Ellis.
I give him a wry chuckle. “Pretty fucking bad actually.” But hearing Jake’s voice helps me forget all the shit that just went down in Dean’s office. He’s always had that effect on me.
“Ah fuck, man, I’m sorry.”
Jake and I have been friends since we were in primary school, but it was only when we hit high school and everyone was trying to steal glimpses in the girls’ changing room after PE that I realised I wasn’t interested in joining them. No, I was more interested in sneaking peeks at my best friend. Not that I’ve ever told him, or anyone. I have an image to uphold, and even I’ve got to admit I do it pretty fucking well.
“Nothing to be sorry for, Dean is a douche anyway.”
“What happened?” he asks.
“Got the sack,” I reply.
“Shit. Are you okay?”
“Eh.” I shrug, even though he can’t see me.
“Do you want anything? Need anything?”
I’m not going to lie; the fact that Jake is so concerned for me, for my wellbeing makes my heart swell. He knows me so well and that right there is why there will never be anyone else for me. “I think I’m okay,” I reply.
“Still, it’s got to suck.”
I blow out a breath. “Yeah.”
“What are you going to do now?”
“I don’t have a fucking clue.”
“When are you coming home?” he asks.
I look at my watch. “There’s a flight leaving in a couple of hours, I’ll be on that.”
“Good. Just come home, and we can work out your next move. You don’t have to have everything worked out right this second, okay?”
I nod. This, right here, is why I love Jake so much. He gets me. He’s the only one that ever has, and I know he’s the only person who ever will. “Thanks, Jakey, I’ll see you soon, yeah?”
“You know I’ll be here,” he says before hanging up.
My professional future might be a clusterfuck right now, but as long as I have Jake, that’s all I’ll ever need.
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Megan Lowe is a lost journalism graduate who after many painful years searching for a job in that field, decided if she couldn’t write news stories, she would start listening to the characters whispering stories to her and decided to write them down. She writes primarily New Adult/Contemporary Romance
stories with Sport and Music themes. She is based on the Gold Coast but her heart belongs to New York City. When she’s not writing she’s either curled up with a good book, travelling or screaming at the TV willing her sporting teams to pull out the win.
“This series grips you by the throat and refuses to let go—and you’ll be begging for more the entire time.” -- Sierra Simone, USA Today Bestselling AuthorOn the Edge, the next intense installment in The Edge Series from New York Times bestselling author CD Reiss, is available now! “In Iraq, I promised you a bed of rose petals.” He grabbed my hand under the table, tightening his grip as if he were falling from a precipice and our connection was the only thing saving him from certain death. “They were beautiful.” “You smell like apples. Roses were wrong.” There was nothing soft about his tone, but his quiet words were for me alone. “I want everything to be right for you.” “Caden, look at me.” I caught his gaze and held it. He was confident. Arrogant. Sure he had a place in the world. And under that was the man who needed me to be that place. “If I could…” He smiled and shook his head at a silly thought he wanted to dismiss but couldn’t—a contradiction in keeping with the whole man I married. “If I could write my love in the sky, it wouldn’t be big enough. I’d run out of room. I’d fall out of the air trying to say it all.” He was saying it all. Every day. And he was falling out of the sky to do it. 
Read On the Edge Today! Amazon: https://amzn.to/2LthoZY Amazon Universal: http://mybook.to/OntheEdgeCDR iBooks: https://apple.co/2pMIzG8 Nook: https://bit.ly/2GRJEV8 Kobo: https://bit.ly/2IXV62l Google Play: https://bit.ly/2IdHLS5 Add to Goodreads: https://bit.ly/2M3F4FM Download book one, Rough Edge Now! Amazon: https://amzn.to/2GCc8ke Amazon Universal: http://mybook.to/RoughEdge Print: https://amzn.to/2IAMfHk iBooks: https://apple.co/2Gn6eDW Nook: https://bit.ly/2J4nShw Kobo: https://bit.ly/2GgCLeX Google Play: https://bit.ly/2pQwIHf Add to GoodReads: https://bit.ly/2vhJ68W Download the Prequel Cutting Edge FREE ! Amazon US: https://amzn.to/2LJMOw9 Amazon Universal: http://mybook.to/CuttingEdge iBooks: https://apple.co/2Ia9q6U Nook: https://bit.ly/2sjOTXF Kobo: https://bit.ly/2IWE1tj Google Play: https://bit.ly/2LKPaeq Add to GoodReads: https://bit.ly/2sqsAPg About the Author CD Reiss is a New York Times bestseller. She still has to chop wood and carry water, which was buried in the fine print. Her lawyer is working it out with God but in the meantime, if you call and she doesn't pick up she's at the well hauling buckets. Born in New York City, she moved to Hollywood, California to get her master's degree in screenwriting from USC. In case you want to know, that went nowhere but it did give her a big enough ego to write novels. She's frequently referred to as the Shakespeare of Smut which is flattering but hasn't ever gotten her out of chopping that cord of wood. If you meet her in person, you should call her Christine.
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Michelle's Review
 On the Edge by C.D. ReissMy rating: 5 of 5 stars Oh. My. God. This series has totally consumed me. It’s riveting, it’s in your face and gritty. I am so involved in Caden and Greyson’s marriage that I feel like I’m married to them too. I don’t want to give anything away but my heart goes out to Greyson. I don’t see how she does it and gosh Caden I am so in love with him, all of him, that I want to grab him and hold him forever. This is one of those series that will pull you in and slap the crap out of you. Yeah read it and you’ll know exactly what I’m talking about. Now these end with cliffhangers so if you can’t handle those don’t cry about it later, you were warned. Pull your big girl panties up, sit back and enjoy. View all my reviews
“This series grips you by the throat and refuses to let go—and you’ll be begging for more the entire time.” -- Sierra Simone, USA Today Bestselling AuthorOn the Edge, the next intense installment in The Edge Series from New York Times bestselling author CD Reiss, is available now! “In Iraq, I promised you a bed of rose petals.” He grabbed my hand under the table, tightening his grip as if he were falling from a precipice and our connection was the only thing saving him from certain death. “They were beautiful.” “You smell like apples. Roses were wrong.” There was nothing soft about his tone, but his quiet words were for me alone. “I want everything to be right for you.” “Caden, look at me.” I caught his gaze and held it. He was confident. Arrogant. Sure he had a place in the world. And under that was the man who needed me to be that place. “If I could…” He smiled and shook his head at a silly thought he wanted to dismiss but couldn’t—a contradiction in keeping with the whole man I married. “If I could write my love in the sky, it wouldn’t be big enough. I’d run out of room. I’d fall out of the air trying to say it all.” He was saying it all. Every day. And he was falling out of the sky to do it.
Read On the Edge Today! Amazon: https://amzn.to/2LthoZY Amazon Universal: http://mybook.to/OntheEdgeCDR iBooks: https://apple.co/2pMIzG8 Nook: https://bit.ly/2GRJEV8 Kobo: https://bit.ly/2IXV62l Google Play: https://bit.ly/2IdHLS5 Add to Goodreads: https://bit.ly/2M3F4FM Download book one, Rough Edge Now! Amazon: https://amzn.to/2GCc8ke Amazon Universal: http://mybook.to/RoughEdge Print: https://amzn.to/2IAMfHk iBooks: https://apple.co/2Gn6eDW Nook: https://bit.ly/2J4nShw Kobo: https://bit.ly/2GgCLeX Google Play: https://bit.ly/2pQwIHf Add to GoodReads: https://bit.ly/2vhJ68W Download the Prequel Cutting Edge FREE ! Amazon US: https://amzn.to/2LJMOw9 Amazon Universal: http://mybook.to/CuttingEdge iBooks: https://apple.co/2Ia9q6U Nook: https://bit.ly/2sjOTXF Kobo: https://bit.ly/2IWE1tj Google Play: https://bit.ly/2LKPaeq Add to GoodReads: https://bit.ly/2sqsAPg About the Author CD Reiss is a New York Times bestseller. She still has to chop wood and carry water, which was buried in the fine print. Her lawyer is working it out with God but in the meantime, if you call and she doesn't pick up she's at the well hauling buckets. Born in New York City, she moved to Hollywood, California to get her master's degree in screenwriting from USC. In case you want to know, that went nowhere but it did give her a big enough ego to write novels. She's frequently referred to as the Shakespeare of Smut which is flattering but hasn't ever gotten her out of chopping that cord of wood. If you meet her in person, you should call her Christine.
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First comes love. Then comes marriage. Then comes baby in a baby carriage. Just not necessarily in that order.... Braxton: I should probably be dead or in jail right now. Instead, thanks to some tough love, I worked my ass off and now I own a string of tattoo parlors throughout the Pacific Northwest. And yet the one thing I’ve always wanted—a family—still seems out of reach. When my best friend gets married, I’m just hoping to blow off some steam with the super-hot maid of honor. But after Cara Thompson tracks me down to tell me she’s pregnant, she’s more surprised than I am when I tell her I’m all in. Cara: For the first time in my life, I’m living for myself—not for my parents and their ridiculous expectations. I gave up on my MBA, dropped out of the Ivy League, and moved to Portland to pursue my dream of becoming an artist. And what’s the first thing I do? Get knocked up. For a tatted-up sex god, Braxton Henley seems way too eager to “be there for me.” Is this guy serious? Maybe. He sure is patient. Because he won’t back down until I admit what I know in my heart: that our one night stand might’ve led me to the one.
Read Today! Amazon US: https://amzn.to/2L5kBQl Amazon UK: https://amzn.to/2GtBFvz Amazon CA: https://amzn.to/2IpB301 iBooks: https://apple.co/2IPWt5P Nook: http://bit.ly/2Kyr3hr Kobo: http://bit.ly/2IrQtwG Google Play: http://bit.ly/2Isbknw Add to Goodreads: http://bit.ly/2rR7j0S Excerpt: I quickly take everything off and drape the paper sheet over my lap, leaving my socks on, and when I’m ready, the edges of the sheet tucked under my thighs and backside, Pam knocks on the door. “Ready?” she calls as she’s already pushing open the door. “Yup.” I sound like I’m about ready to croak, and Braxton’s deep, rumbling chuckle worsens my rattled nerves. He kissed me! I raise my hand to my mouth and as my fingertips press my lips, they’re taken away, gripped in Braxton’s warm hold. He smiles down at me knowingly and I force my attention on Pam. She pulls the internal monitor out of the drawer, along with a bottle of lubricant and a condom, and Braxton’s grip on my hand turns almost bone-crushing. “Is that—” “Yup.” I cut him off. “Um.” “Now you see why I wanted the external one,” I mutter quietly. I can’t look at him. My cheeks are on fire, and for some absolutely insane reason, other parts of my body are warming and this should not be happening at my midwife’s office. “So,” Pam says, turning around and back to business. Except it’s hard to take her seriously as she waves what looks like a massive vibrator in her hand. “We’re going to insert this inside of you.” “Holy shit,” Braxton mutters. And God, kill me. Please kill me now. If Pam hears him, she ignores him as she steps toward me, and pulls out a set of stirrups from beneath the table. “I’m going to need you to lie down, Cara, and spread your legs, and slip down to the edge of the bed for me.” “I feel like I’ve heard this before,” I say, unable to stop myself. My filter has evaporated along with my self-respect and all of this is so absolutely humiliating. Pam pauses, glances at me and then at Braxton and nods, understanding. But I swear, as her gaze sweeps down Braxton’s arms, even she blushes. Which is great . . . my midwife thinks my non-boyfriend baby daddy is hot. “I feel like I’ve said this before,” Braxton says, and both of our eyes whip to him. My gracious. He’s smiling, shoulders shaking like he’s holding back the world’s most boisterous laugh, and it’s all I can do to not kill him while he’s standing there, glancing between the monitor-slash-vibrator and my spread legs and I can’t hold it in anymore. “This is embarrassing.” Pam is back to business, already spreading the condom over the phallic-shaped instrument, and then she drizzles on the lubricant. Braxton’s breath brushes over my cheeks. His dark locks tickle my temple as he whispers, “I feel like I should be offering to help with this.” “Shut up,” I grit, my stomach muscles clenching from trying not to die or laugh. “This isn’t funny.” “Oh. This is the funniest thing I’ve ever seen, I’m not going to lie.” My fingers squeeze his hand and Pam is in front of me. She holds a small black box in her other hand and the tip of the wand against my center. “I’ll go slow, and it might be cold, okay?” “Yup.” “Sweet Jesus,” Braxton whispers. “I don’t know whether to be terrified or turned on right now, Cara.”
About the Author 
Stacey Lynn currently lives in Minnesota with her husband and four children. When she’s not conquering mountains of laundry and fighting a war against dust bunnies and cracker crumbs, you can find her playing with her children, curled up on the couch with a good book, or on the boat with her family enjoying Minnesota’s beautiful, yet too short, summer. She lives off her daily pot of coffee, can only write with a bowlful of Skittles nearby, and has been in love with romance novels since before she could drive herself to the library. If you would like to know more about Stacey Lynn, follow her here: Facebook: www.facebook.com/staceylynnbooks Twitter: @staceylynnbooks Website: http://www.staceylynnbooks.com BookBub: https://www.bookbub.com/authors/stacey-lynn Amazon: https://amzn.to/2JrBDLk Stay up to date on Stacey’s latest news! Subscribe to her Newsletter today! http://www.staceylynnbooks.com/contact    I’m desperate for answers. I gave up hacking and turned a corner. Only, I can’t forget that five years ago AJ Hart shattered me. Since then I’ve tried to put the pieces back together. Finding my birth parents gives me a purpose and keeps me distracted. Focused. I had no idea I was being shadowed as I traveled the country on the hunt for clues. My every move watched. My every step followed. Until AJ returns. Letting AJ back into my life wasn’t a part of my plans. What’s to keep him from hurting me again? On our way back to D.C. it doesn’t take long for us to realize something is terribly wrong. AJ swears he’s here to protect me, but I don’t know if I can believe in him again. Even if he claims he works for the FBI. With my life crashing down around my feet, I don’t know if I can forget our past. But our lives are at stake, and the clock is ticking. 
Amazon US I Amazon Universal I Barnes & Noble I Kobo  USA Today Bestselling Author, Violet Paige, is a wine and coffee-loving mama who loves sports and writes about the delicious men on and off the field. When she's not writing, you can find her baking and spending time at the beach with her family. Open a book, raise the score and enjoy the men of Violet Paige.
 
Kennedy O’Connell’s life is perfect—a great job, plenty of friends, a brother who loves her. The chaos that ruled her childhood is gone, and she couldn’t be happier. Unfortunately, her mischievous streak tends to get her in trouble, and when she walks into her favorite spa to find a sexy Australian rock star taking her place, she can’t resist a little fun. Isaac Anschau has spent five years chasing his dream. His rock royalty status can’t be denied, but his demons are catching up with him—he’s burned out, his creativity decimated. Until a redheaded vixen decides she wants to play, and he discovers a way to leave his nightmares behind. There’s just one problem: Kennedy is dead-set against submitting, despite the way she melts when his Dom side comes out. They’ve got nothing to lose by walking away, and everything to gain if they give in to the raging hunger between them. Baring their bodies would take only a moment. Baring their souls could take a lifetime.
Amazon I B&N I Kobo I Google Play I iBooks “I’m a rigger.” “A what-er?” “A rigger. A Dom who enjoys tying subs up.” His eyes held hers captive as firmly as the cord held her arm, delving deep inside her, demanding something she wasn’t sure of—until it clicked. He thought her response to the rope was… “Ah, Isaac, I’m not a sub.” No way, no how. A shiver rocked her spine. One brow calmly rose. “How do you know?” Isaac’s question got her redheaded temper going. “Because I have a Dom for a brother, and he’s not exactly quiet about it. I’d know if I was submissive.” She wasn’t. Isaac shook his head as if he didn’t believe her. “Your brother isn’t in your bed, Ken.” “Ew!” He laughed at that, but continued. “My point is, he doesn’t know your needs. Only a lover can read you like that.” “I can read me like that, and I’m not submissive.” If she said it enough times, he’d finally get that she was telling the truth, right? So why did a flutter take up residence in her belly? There was no reason to panic, no— “Can you now?” “Yes!” There. That was definitive. He’d understand now. One long finger traced the web encompassing her hand. “Want to know what I see?” “No.” Yes. But…no. And yet curiosity raised its ugly head. “Um…yes?” The word was barely a whisper, but Isaac heard it. She knew because he nodded once even as he reached for her free hand. She knew she shouldn’t, knew she’d regret it, but she couldn’t resist giving it to him, watching, fascinated, as he used the free end of the cord to tie her wrists together with delicate knots, and then he was lifting her hands to hook them behind the headrest. When she tugged… “Isaac?” The sound of her breath was loud in the close confines of the SUV as he leaned over her, his big body taking up all the space, all the air. She pulled on her arms again. A thrill, part fear and part something she really didn’t want to acknowledge, shot through her. “Shh…” Isaac laid a finger on her parted lips. He was so close she could see the green and yellow striations in his blue eyes. Fascinating. She strained toward him but, with her hands above her, got nowhere—and the thrill came again, this time settling in her nipples and between her legs. Isaac’s gaze softened even as his own breath quickened. “Feel that, Kennedy?” She shook her head. “No? Then let me help.” His parted lips settled on hers, warm and firm and so, so good. He laved her with his tongue, dipped in to mate with hers, taking her breath and making her take his. There was nothing she could do to escape his kiss, nothing she could do to protest. She could only accept what he gave her—his mouth, the hard press of his chest against her aching breasts, the hungry groan that escaped him when she sucked on his tongue. And it was all mixed with the lightning bolts of pleasure that sparked every time she tried to move and couldn’t. He had all the control, she had none, and she… No, she didn’t like it. She didn’t. When he paused to take a breath, she turned her head toward the window, needing to breathe, to escape—except she was tied and couldn’t, damn it. For someone so famous, Isaac didn’t have a fragile ego. Rather than be offended, he gently lowered her hands and began to undo the knots. Faint impressions from the cord were left behind, a reminder she needed desperately to ignore as he settled back into his seat. “See? Interesting.” “No, no it’s not,” she told him, her voice cracking on the last word. “Not interesting at all.”
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 Writing has been my passion since childhood, but like many writers, life got in the way. After earning a BA in English Literature, I married and started a family. But the worlds and characters that swirled through my mind just wouldn’t go away, and at a particularly difficult time in my life, I picked up pen and paper (or laptop) and tried to release some of that difficulty onto the page. I’ve been writing ever since. Now I’m a member of Romance Writers of America, run an accountability blog to help writers reach their goals, and am pursuing publication with the same passion I feel for writing. Nothing pleases me more than sharing the stories of my heart with you, the reader, and I hope, in some small way, these stories will touch your heart too.
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