Title: All or Nothing
Series: Black Lilith #2
Author: Hazel Jacobs
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Cover Design: Jesh Designs
Release Date: September 29, 2016
Blurb
Sersha Walsh is a gifted lyricist. She learned her craft on her mam’s knee back in Galway, Ireland. After years as a successful freelancer she’s ready to take on her first big client--Black Lilith—the rock band making waves around the world. But the band’s bass player and current lyricist, Tommy, is less than thrilled to hear that the production company has hired Sersha. He’s moody and distant, but there’s a haunted look in his eyes that has Sersha dithering between wanting to kill him or kiss him. Living out of a suitcase in the heart of Manhattan may sound romantic, but it’s the sort of thing that can drain a girl, even one as bubbly as Sersha. Thankfully, Black Lilith’s manager, Mikayla, seems determined to make Sersha feel at home. All the while, Sersha and Tommy grow closer, weaving poetry into music and sharing flirtatious looks over his battered notebook. Just when things seem to be looking up, a ghost from Tommy’s past surfaces, threatening to tear down the careful equilibrium that Black Lilith has built. Sersha will need to decide who to believe and who to trust when the time comes.
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Hazel Jacobs is a passionate fan of romance novels and a crazy fan of rock and roll. Never trained as a writer, she began creative writing as a hobby. That quickly evolved into a mission to pen a novel that brings a new generation of readers into the wild realm of loud music and total passion.
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Match Fitby Amelie S. Duncan Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Sports, Erotic, Romance He’s cocky, dirty, and demanding. He’s a walking wet dream. He’s also mine. Or at least he’s pretending to be… Brooke Notorious British bad boy footballer Dylan Pierce is scorching hot…and he knows it. With a mouth as filthy as his reputation, linking myself with him could ruin my public image. But show-business is all about risk, and as a down-on-my-luck actress, this could be the break my career needs. Dylan Brooke Sullivan is my most difficult opponent yet. Being seen with a good girl like her may give me a chance at Hollywood stardom, but I never expected to crave this feisty redhead. I can’t lose my focus—I always keep my eye on the ball, I’m always match-fit. And winning her is the most important game I’ve ever played.About Amélie S. DuncanAmélie S. Duncan writes contemporary, erotic romances with a dark edge. Her inspiration comes from many sources including her life experiences and travels. She lives on the West Coast of the United States with her husband.Website | Facebook | Amazon | Newsletter From USA Today Bestselling author, MJ Fields, comes a gripping story of love and lies. 27 Lies: Luke’s Story (The Truth About Love) releases on October 16th! Pre-order NOW! Amazon US: http://amzn.to/2bSl0HX Amazon UK: http://amzn.to/2c2IPtD Nook: http://bit.ly/2c98HVs Kobo: http://bit.ly/2c2ICqf Blurb A long time ago... I was young and naive. I thought I could save the world. I thought that protecting those around me from hurt and pain was what I was born to do. She made me feel that way. Ava Links, the little girl who was too fucking stubborn for her own good. The little girl who absorbed the hurt and pain of everyone around her and tried to bring sunshine to them all. The little girl who didn’t give a damn if people picked on her about wearing a crown and tutu every day. A little girl who somehow looked at me, expecting—no, damn near demanding—I protect her. I saw the pain she hid, and as I grew older, I understood that pain. The pain of being so much to so many that there is really never a “you”. I took control of my life... I had to get away from everyone who pulled at me in order to claim myself. When I became the man I was destined to be, I began to live. Then, one drunken night, Ava Links, no longer a little girl, said the right damn thing to me, and everything changed. After seven years of fucking her while home on leave with no expectations, now my life is out of control… One bad dream, one I love you, one night of pushing her the hell out of my life, one drummer stealing her heart, and one explosion took everything away. Lies are told. Lies are unraveling. Lies are going to destroy. These are my truths. Haven’t read this series yet? Book One is NOW AVAILABLE & FREE ON Kindle Unlimited! 27 Truths: Ava’s Story is NOW LIVE! Amazon US: http://amzn.to/2adHBtc Amazon UK: http://amzn.to/2aqLnA6 About the Author USA Today bestselling author MJ Fields love of writing was in full swing by age eight.
Together with her cousins, she wrote a newsletter and sold it for ten cents to family members. She self-published her first contemporary, new adult romance in January 2013. Today she has completed seven self-published series, The Love series, The Wrapped series, The Burning Souls series, The Men of Steel series, Ties of Steel series, The Rockers of Steel series and The Norfolk series. MJ is a hybrid author and publishes an Indie book almost every month, and is signed with a traditional publisher, Loveswept, Penguin Random House, for her co- written series The Caldwell Brothers. Hendrix, Morrison, and Jagger. All three books in the series are published. The Caldwell brothers don’t grow into alphas, when their mother passes away they become her legacy, her good in the world of bad. MJ was a former small business owner, who closed shop so she could write full time. She lives in central New York, surrounded by family and friends. Her house is full of pets, friends, and noise ninety percent of the time, and she would have it no other way. Stalk Her: Website | Facebook | Twitter | Instagram | Tumblr | Pinterest | Goodreads Sign up for MJ’s monthly newsletter with giveaways: http://bit.ly/mjupdates Kristen Proby is known for writing heartfelt characters with deep connections and sizzling passion. In her Fusion Series from William Morrow, she seduces readers’ senses with the sexy, contemporary romance in which five best friends open a hot new restaurant together. Today, we are thrilled to bring you the gorgeous cover for BLUSH FOR ME, the third book in the Fusion Series! BLUSH FOR ME brings readers the next story in this amazing cast of characters. Releasing March 21, 2017, BLUSH FOR ME is the third standalone novel in Kristen’s Fusion Series. Grab your copy of the first two books in the series, LISTEN TO ME and CLOSE TO YOU, and preorder BLUSH FOR ME today!About BLUSH FOR ME:New York Times bestselling author Kristen Proby continues to delight the senses with the latest novel in her delectable Fusion series.As the take-charge wine bar manager of Seduction, Portland's hottest new restaurant, Katrina Meyers is the definition of no-nonsense, and she isn't afraid of anything. Well, almost anything: she hates to fly. When she's forced to travel on a death trap with wings, the turbulence from hell has her reaching for any safe haven—including the incredibly handsome guy sitting next to her.Ryan "Mac" MacKenzie hasn't been able to get his sexy seatmate out of his head. The way she clung to him stirred something inside him he didn't think existed: tenderness. As the owner of a successful wine touring company, Mac thinks he's got a handle on what life can throw at him and he's not prepared for any surprises, especially in the feelings department. And when he brings a tour into Seduction, he sees the petite spitfire he just can't forget. Mac is determined to discover what else they have in common besides fine wine and the inability to keep their hands off each other. But what will it take for two stubborn people to realize that what they have is so much more than a hot chemistry between the sheets and to admit to falling in love…?Order on Amazon | Barnes & Noble | iBooks | KoboAdd to your GoodreadsAnd Don’t Miss the First Two Novels in the Fusion Series, LISTEN TO ME and CLOSE TO YOU!About Kristen Proby: New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author Kristen Proby is the author of the bestselling With Me In Seattle and Love Under the Big Sky series. She has a passion for a good love story and strong, humorous characters with a strong sense of loyalty and family. Her men are the alpha type; fiercely protective and a bit bossy, and her ladies are fun, strong, and not afraid to stand up for themselves. Kristen lives in Montana, where she enjoys coffee, chocolate and sunshine. And naps.Website | Facebook | Twitter | Newsletter SignUp | Goodreads
Chandler by Laurelin Paige
A Fixed Trilogy Spinoff Release Date: September 20th, 2016 Genre: Contemporary RomanceSynopsis:I'm good in a boardroom, but I’m better in the bedroom. Much better. I can charm the skirt off any woman in one encounter. I'll even give her an orgasm before I put her in a cab. Or three. No more or she’ll start making plans for the future and I'm not into that. Or I wasn’t until Genevive Fasbender. She's the first woman in five years that I want to spend the whole night with. And she's the first woman who’s told me I'm not what she wants in a lover, even after multiple O’s. She’s brash and bold and stubborn as hell, and she doesn’t believe it’s possible to satisfy her. But I’m up for the challenge. And after an incident in my brother’s office closet―a downright dirty incident―I think I’m just the guy to deliver. Genevive Fasbender will never know what’s coming. Add to GoodreadsExcerpt:Five minutes later, the valet pulls up with my car. Genevieve raises an eyebrow. “A Bugatti?” I’m so impressed she can name the model that I practically jizz in my pants. “It’s the best.” She shakes her head, and I swear I hear her mutter something about rich men and their toys, but I don’t respond, too occupied with inspecting my car and then passing the attendant the cash I promised him earlier for returning my vehicle in perfect condition. I slide into the driver’s seat, and when I look over at Genevieve as she buckles her seatbelt, a wave of pure, unadulterated lust rolls through me. I’m very aware that I’ve trapped her, that she’s now defenseless to my whims. Not that I’d take advantage, but goddamn, to think that I could… I nearly shiver at my own vile thoughts. Glad she can’t know what I’m thinking, I flash her a smile. “So. Where am I taking you?” “I’m staying at the Park Hyatt on 57th Street.” “Fancy.” The Park Hyatt is one of the nicest luxury hotels in New York. That means this girl has money, which isn’t a bad thing. Just, the swell of my wallet in my back pocket is usually one of my better attributes. If wealth doesn’t attract her, I hope I’m not shit out of luck when it comes to getting an invitation up to her room. Apparently, I’m transparent because she asks, “Not impressed?” “Quite the opposite. I’m worried you won’t have a reason to be impressed with me.” Now I’m the one who can’t believe how honest I’m being. “It’s a valid worry,” she says after a beat, and I can’t tell if she’s teasing or being blunt. Can’t tell if I should prepare for gut-wrenching disappointment or dive into another round of sexy banter. I concentrate on my driving instead, speeding up before slipping expertly into a tight opening in the adjacent lane. I’ll admit I’m showing off. “Smashing,” she says with a tone that vibrates through my body like I’m a tuning fork. Then, abruptly, she laughs, and I turn my head toward her, alarmed at the source of her amusement. “I still can’t believe you drive a Bugatti in the city. I can’t decide if that makes you brilliant or as mad as a bag of ferrets.” “Brilliant, of course.” Though, with her so close, I feel more like I’m going crazy. “What can I say? I like things that are fast.” “Of course you do.” “You don’t?” I raise a questioning brow. “Maybe you don’t understand how awesome fast can be.” I put my foot on the gas and race down the next block to prove my point. The traffic light turns red as I approach the intersection, and I ease the brakes. “See? Fast is fun.” “The problem with fast is it’s over too quickly.” Is that innuendo? Her gaze pierces into me, and the air around us feels tight and charged, and I’m suddenly certain that I will die if I don’t get to taste her tonight. Even if she didn’t mean anything more when she made her statement, I certainly do when I say, “Don’t worry. I know when to take my time.” She exhales, slowly, and I swear I can feel it. As though she’s already in my arms and her breath is grazing every inch of my bare skin. No matter what happens after this, I know she at least feels this…this attraction. Or whatever it is. Her voice is low and sultry when she replies. “You’re not talking about cars anymore. But do you really take your time? I’d guess you bolt the minute you’re finished.” She’s so blunt, so direct, and I don’t know if it’s a her thing or an English thing, but I like it. I also like this conversation we’re having. Because we’re drawing the lines, and that means the potential for tonight is high. So I answer with a nod, making sure she understands that she’s correct in thinking I’ll bolt. Because I will.Pre-Order Links: Amazon / iBooksAbout the Author:Laurelin Paige is the NY Times 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.Connect with Laurelin:Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/LaurelinPaige/?fref=ts Twitter: https://twitter.com/LaurelinPaige Amazon: http://amzn.to/1Wqt6nD Goodreads: http://bit.ly/1QHdV59 Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/thereallaurelinpaige/ Website: http://laurelinpaige.com/ Don’t miss a release. Sign up for Laurelin’s Newsletter: http://eepurl.com/Q0glD Excerpt Prologue Roman The house was dark when I quietly twisted the lock so as not to wake her. God knows she needed the sleep. I didn’t know how she still functioned when her days were filled with tears and her nights weren’t much better. It was precisely the reason I stayed gone as much as I did. Or so I’d thought as I’d thrown myself into work. Money couldn’t solve my problems, but it might have been able to solve hers. My body ached, and my lids barely stayed open despite the pot of coffee I’d downed not even an hour earlier. It was a miracle I had been able to drive at all. I should have just crashed at the office, but after yet another failed prototype, I’d needed an escape. Instead, I’d gone home—the very place I’d spent so many nights trying to avoid. Only one foot was over the threshold when I suddenly froze. “Elisabeth?” I called, flipping the overhead light on. My shoulders fell as I found her sitting on the sofa, her long, blond hair curtaining her face and suitcases surrounding her feet. “What’s going on?” I asked as my gut wrenched, already knowing the answer. I had no right to be surprised. I’d all but forced her hand. If I was honest with myself, it was what I’d wanted—for her. However, none of that made the pain of reality any less agonizing. My heart raced. “Elisabeth?” I prompted again, needing to hear her say the words almost as much as I dreaded it. “I can’t stay here anymore,” she whispered at the floor. Acid rose in my throat. Out of habit, I dropped my keys into the basket she’d bought when we’d first moved in. “If you fail the key basket, the key basket will fail you,” she’d announced with an infectious smile the day we had become homeowners to the two-bedroom-two-bath starter home we could barely afford. It was just seconds before I’d swept her off her feet and made love to her on the hardwood floor of our foyer in the middle of the day. But such was life as a newlywed. Inside that house with her was the only place I’d ever wanted to be. Until the fantasy of forever had worn off and the walls of real life had closed in on us. Once my refuge, our home became an inescapable prison with bars built of my failures. I couldn’t breathe inside that house any more than I could look her in the eye. We’d only been married for five years. But, seeing her now, I felt like it’d been a lifetime since I’d peered into her eyes, promising to love her in sickness and in health. But it wasn’t like she was the same woman, either. Over the last six months, she’d wasted away both physically and mentally in front of my eyes. And I’d done absolutely nothing to help her. But how do you throw a lifeline when you yourself don’t even have a rope to hold on to? I might have been able to keep her afloat for another day, but I’d never have been able to pull her back to me. We merely existed on the same plane. Living under the same roof, eating meals at the same table, sleeping in the same bed. But we were far from sharing our lives together. “Are you coming back?” I asked, not willing to accept the truth that lingered in the air around us. Her deep-green eyes lifted to mine—the red rims and the dark circles doing nothing to hinder her beauty. Swallowing hard, she shifted her gaze to the mantel on the other side of the room. I knew what she was looking at, but I refused to follow her into the past. That might have been our biggest problem of all. She was still living there. And I refused to go back. “Elisabeth?” My voice softened, but the question remained the same. “Are you coming back?” “No,” she replied, swiping the tears from her cheeks. A thousand arrows fell from the sky, searing into my soul. My breath hitched, and my lungs burned. This was it—the end of my life as I knew it. But, in that moment, with her shoulders hunched forward in defeat, I realized that it was the end of hers, too. Why did that realization hurt more than the lifetime of loneliness that was awaiting me when the sun rose? I lifted a hand and rubbed my chest, hoping to ease the mounting pressure threatening to overtake me. “Don’t do this,” I mumbled through the pain. I wasn’t sure who I’d meant that for though. Was I chastising myself for having asked her to prolong the inevitable just because I wasn’t ready to lose her yet? Or was I asking her to stay in this sham of a marriage for even one day longer? Probably both. “You’ll be okay,” she assured me, pushing to her feet and gathering her bag, complete with our Yorkie, Loretta, tucked in her mesh dog carrier. My pulse quickened, nature’s fight-or-flight finally kicking in. But I’d been in flight mode for entirely too long. There was no fight left. I stepped into her path. “Elisabeth, please.” I wasn’t sure why I kept saying her name. I secretly hoped that it would snap her out of it, bringing her back to the reality of it all. But it was the reality that was killing us. “I’ll take off work tomorrow,” I pleaded. “We can talk. Figure things out.” It was selfish. Completely and utterly selfish. But that was nothing new for me. Her chin quivered as a steady stream of tears fell from her eyes. “Promise me something, Roman.” I would have promised her the entire fucking universe if it had made her stay one night longer. But who was I kidding? We were over. We both knew it. “Anything,” I whispered, reaching down to take her hand, desperate for the connection I didn’t deserve. “Remember to live.” Her voice caught, and a silent sob tore through her. Cupping the back of her head, I pulled her into my chest. “I can fix this,” I swore, but it was yet another lie. “We just need time.” Her shoulders shook as she cried in my arms. “We…we promised. We told him we’d live for him.” I closed my lids and clung to her tighter. We were supposed to be fighting and screaming. That was what soon-to-be-divorced couples did. But that wasn’t us. We didn’t hate each other. Elisabeth was my soul mate on every level. And she was paying the price for that. Minutes later, the tears stopped and she backed out of my arms. I fought the urge to regain my hold, forcing her to stay. But her sad resolve as she hurried to the mantel and then to the door made it clear it’d be a wasted effort. Never in a million years had I thought I’d be standing there, watching her walk away. But, then again, I’d never expected her to have the urn of our only child cradled in her arm, either. A reminder of just how much I hadn’t been able to give her. How much I’d never be able to give her. My past, present, and future were walking out of my life, and I stood immobile as every fiber in my being screamed for me to drop to my knees and beg her to stay. To take her in my arms and tell her that we’d figure it out. To reclaim my life once and for all. But how would that have helped her? Staying wouldn’t magically bring back her smile. Nor would it make her look at me with those bright-green eyes that made me feel as though I could conquer the world. It wouldn’t give me back the crazy woman who argued with her whole heart and loved with her entire soul. No. Those days were gone. I’d lost that woman somewhere in the bitterness between grief and blame. We’d been happy once. But we’d gotten greedy and tried to start a family. That was her future. Not mine. Regardless how desperately I longed to give it to her…and then selfishly take it for myself. Sex. That’s how babies are made. Children as young as elementary school are taught the simple biological facts of reproduction. But what they never tell you is that, for one in six couples, having a baby goes a little differently. For Elisabeth and me, it looked more like this: Thirty-six months of crushing disappointment. Three miscarriages. Hundreds of tests our insurance company refused to cover because the inability to reproduce was not considered a health condition. Countless tears. Helplessness. Failure. Failure. Failure. Her broken heart. My empty chest. Thirty-seven thousand dollars we didn’t have. In vitro fertilization. A sperm donor. A handful of hope. A positive pregnancy test. Five months of utter bliss. Earth-shattering devastation. A funeral for a child I would never get to see grow up. A job that became my only reprieve from reality. And now…losing the only woman I would ever love. I’d always been amazed by how much punishment a heart could take. I was broken, battered, and destroyed. And yet, much to my dismay, as I watched the front door close behind her, my heart kept beating. ONE STORY. TWO COUPLES. The Retrieval Duet by Aly Martinez is a two part series releasing September 2016. RETRIEVAL releases on September 13th and will bring readers the first part of this emotional second chance romance. TRANSFER (Part Two) will release on September 27th! Retrieval (Part One): Amazon US: http://amzn.to/2aMnW74 Amazon UK: http://amzn.to/2aW07Yb iBooks: http://apple.co/2aH2bFb Kobo: http://bit.ly/2aFOVxB Transfer (Part Two) Amazon US: http://amzn.to/2b3AJ6S Amazon UK: http://amzn.to/2aW0WAf iBooks: http://apple.co/2beFszd Kobo: http://bit.ly/2aW1So5 Blurb I proposed on our first date. She laughed and told me I was insane. Less than a day later, she said yes. It was a whirlwind, but we were happy… Until we got greedy and wanted a family. It was a life I couldn’t give her, not for lack of trying. Fertility just wasn’t on our side. We sought out doctors and treatments. Spent money we didn’t have. Lied to our families. Smiled for our friends. Put on a brave face for a world that didn’t understand. Finally, we were successful… Until we were forced to bury our son. We were left broken, battered, and destroyed. They say love is in the details, but it was the details that ruined us. This is the story of how I took back what had always been mine. The retrieval of my wife and our family. Meet Aly Martinez Born and raised in Savannah, Georgia, Aly Martinez is a stay-at-home mom to four crazy kids under the age of five, including a set of twins. Currently living in South Carolina, she passes what little free time she has reading anything and everything she can get her hands on, preferably with a glass of wine at her side.
After some encouragement from her friends, Aly decided to add “Author” to her ever-growing list of job titles. Five books later, she shows no signs of slowing. So grab a glass of Chardonnay, or a bottle if you’re hanging out with Aly, and join her aboard the crazy train she calls life. STALK HER: Website | Facebook | Twitter | Goodreads
Title: Teach Me Like That
Series: LMLT #2
Author: Marie James
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Cover Design: Essen-tial Design
Cover Model: The Wonderful Justin James Cadwell
Release Date: September 27, 2016
Blurb
Thirty-three, single, and loving life. Construction worker by day and playboy by night. Kegan Cole has what many men can only dream about. A great job, incredible family, and more women fawning over him than he can count. What more could he ask for? Lexi Carter spends her days teaching at a private school. Struggling to rebuild her life after tragedy nearly destroyed her, she doesn’t have the time or energy to invest in any arrangement that could lead to heartbreak. That includes the enigmatic Kegan Cole whose arrogance and sex appeal arrive long before he enters a room. It doesn’t matter how witty, charming, and incredibly sexy he is. She plays games all day with her students and has no room in her life for games when it comes to men, and Kegan Cole has ‘love them and leave them’ written all over his handsome bearded face. When Lexi doesn’t fall at his feet like every other woman before her, Kegan is forced off-script to pursue her because not convincing her to give in isn’t an option. How can a man who hates lies be compatible with a woman who has more secrets than she can count? Can a man set in his playboy ways become the man Lexi needs? More importantly, does he even want to? This is a full-length novel that has adult language and descriptive sex scenes. It is NOT a student/teacher book. Both main characters are consenting adults.
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I step into the school, head to the front office for my visitor’s pass, and pray the headmistress is gone or at least out of the office. Thankfully, the front office manager is the only one inside, and I’m on my way to the classroom a few minutes later. Unfortunately, the classroom is empty, and I have no idea where to even look for the girls and their incredibly sexy teacher. I wander down the hall looking for someone to help me. My luck holds up when I peer in an open door and find the sexiest ass I’ve ever seen loading a shelf with colorful boxes of Kleenex. “Finding Dory on a box of tissues is actually a thing?” I ask startling her. Several boxes of tissues tumble to the ground, and I do the only chivalrous thing I can think of as she bends over to collect them. I grip a handful of her ass while she’s vulnerable. I expect her to slap my hand, punch me in the nuts… something. I did just walk and leave her yesterday after she came on my dick… twice. But, all I get from her is a shy smile. “Amanda, one of the parents, brought those for her son. Apparently, rich kids are very particular about where their snot goes,” she explains. “Ridiculous,” I mutter shaking my head. She shrugs, placing the boxes back on the shelf. “Not really. You have to keep in mind that these kids are still very young. They believe a Ninja Turtle Band-Aid will fix a severed finger. If Finding Dory tissues are what keeps them from wiping snot on their shirts, hey, I’m all for it.” “Good point,” I concede stepping in closer to her. I pull the door to the small supply closet closed as I crowd her, forcing her back against the shelving. “What are you doing?” she asks quietly glancing over my shoulder as if some random person is going to walk in on us during the five minutes we’re here alone. I flex my hips against her stomach. Her eyes widening means she feels my thickening erection in my jeans. “Absolutely not,” she chastises. “You’re out of your mind.” “I’ll be quick,” I promise in her ear before licking down her neck. She groans and shudders against me. Her hands roam up my back as I take a handful of her dark hair in my hands, using my grip to tug her head back. She presses her palms to my chest and urges me away. “I can’t,” she says. “You already have,” I remind her. “Yesterday didn’t happen, Kegan,” she says with an eerie sense of calm to her voice. “I beg to differ, Lexi. If I recall, both of your orgasms were very real. You can’t deny something I’ll remember for the rest of my life. That’s just not fair.” I lean forward, resting her hands on my chest and nip at her earlobe. “I’m not having sex in the supply closet of the school,” she hisses. That’s what her mouth says, but it doesn’t stop her from tilting her head to the side so I can suck gently on the pulse point in her neck. I remove one of her hands from my chest and guide it down my body until she’s gripping my cock. I roll my hips instinctively. “We don’t have to fuck,” I tell her with a wicked smile on my face. She shakes her head at my brazenness, but the smile never leaves her lips. “I’m not sucking you off in the supply closet either,” she counters. “You owe me,” I say with seriousness. She huffs indignantly. “Owe you? How did you come to that conclusion?” “That little wink and then taking off this morning,” I explain. “You could’ve avoided this if you’d just talked to me this morning.” She cocks an eyebrow at me. “Is that so?” I nod. She grips my cock harder and leans in closer. I nearly lose my shit when I feel her hot breath on my neck. “You want a blowjob,” she taunts. “No teeth,” I add. She takes a step back. I’m coming to terms with the fact that she’s not the type of woman that’s going to hit her knees in a supply closet at her job, when I feel her nimble fingers open the top button on my jeans. She reaches inside the loosened fabric and wraps her hand around my straining erection. “That’s all you want?” I follow her line of sight as she lowers her eyes to my dick. “For now,” I breathe when her fingernail scrapes gently over the head. “I bet. And what do I—” The door opens before she can finish her thought. Scrambling, she pulls her hands from me, but there’s no denying what we’re doing in here. Our profiles are facing the open door, and well, my dick is out. “What in the world is going on in here?” I turn my eyes to the intruder. The headmistress. I tuck myself back into my jeans and zip up. I don’t rush because there’s really no point. A sniffle comes from Lexi, and when I look over at her, I notice a tear roll down her face. My gut clenches. I put her in this situation, and there’s no clear way to make things better for her. Amelia crosses her arms over her chest and taps her foot. “We have a clear no fraternization policy, Ms. Carter. Not to mention the fact that you’re also engaging in sexually deviant behaviors in the supply closet, during school hours.” The look she’s giving Lexi hints at more hatred than just getting caught with her hands on my cock, and for some reason, it rubs me the wrong way. “Sexually deviant behavior? On school property?” I say turning my full attention to the spiked-heel bitch that’s berating Lexi. “Yes,” Amelia spits. “This school has higher standards than teachers who are involved in such things.” “Really?” I hiss at her doing my best to keep my voice down because we are in an elementary school. “Where were your complaints about school property and sexual deviance when I was fucking you in the ass on your desk a couple months back?” Amelia’s indignant attitude falters, but it’s the gasp coming from my right that demands my attention. My fucking mouth. I watch as full realization dawns in Lexi’s reddened eyes. Her face switches back and forth, looking at me then Amelia. The slap in the face that comes a second later is much less than I deserve. I close my eyes, unwilling to watch Lexi as she walks away. “A little too much attitude for a fuck toy, don’t you think?” My blood boils at Amelia’s words. “Don’t ever talk about her like that.” She disregards my anger and sidles closer, attempting to run her long fingernail down my chest. I step out of her reach. “Don’t be angry, Mr. Cole. I can satisfy you more than she ever could. Since when do you go after the homely kind?” I dump every ounce of my gentleman nature at my feet and close the distance between us. Her seductive smirk tells me she’s not reading the situation right. “Since fucking whores like you left me unsatisfied.” I turn my back on her and reach for the door handle. “She’ll lose her job for this,” she spits. A single calming breath is all I allow before I turn back to her. “If she loses her job for touching my dick in a closet, imagine what will happen when they find out you got fucked in the ass while an apple paperweight was shoved in your dirty cunt.” She finally takes a hint and backs away from me. My fists clench, but I know even as enraged as I am, I’d never hit a woman. I walk away from her as calmly as I can to get the girls and get the hell out of here. ALSO AVAILABLE 99c SALE!!! AMAZON US / UK / CA / AU Free in Kindle Unlimited
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Marie James: I’m a full-time, working mother of two boys and wife of 11 years. I've spent almost my entire lifetime living in central Texas, with only short stays in South Carolina, Alabama, and Florida. I've always wanted to write novels and just recently had the gumption to sit down and start one. My passions include reading everything under the sun and plotting out new books to write in the future. Kincaid is my 7th book. I’ve also written the Hale Series, Love ME Like That, and a FanFiction named Psychosis, featuring up and coming cover model, Matthew Hosea, as the main character. This book was done for fun and all of the proceeds are going to charity. All of my books are currently available on Amazon.
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Title: Road to Destiny
Series: Scorpio Stinger MC #5
Author: Jani Kay
Genre: MC Romance
Release Date: September 26, 2016
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Life couldn't be more perfect.
With the woman I love and twins on the way, I'm a happy man.
But the strange thing about life? Nothing stays the same for long. Bad things happen when least expected, throwing the club and my life into chaos. This time I could lose everything that matters to me. My world ripped apart and turned on its axis. Only I can't allow what Jade and I have to be destroyed. I'll lay everything on the line, fighting until my last breath because life is worthless without her. Jade is my reason for breathing. This time the fight is not for survival, it's for love.
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Scorpio Stinger MC Series #0.5 Ryder Prequel #1 Two Worlds Colliding #2 Unchain My Heart #2.5 A Biker Christmas #3 Gods & Monsters #4 Tormented
#5 Road to Destiny
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USA Today Bestselling Author - Jani Kay lives in Western Australia within a ten minute walk to the beach which is one of her favorite places to chill out.
She has been a bookworm all her life - as a voracious reader, she would gladly spend her last dollar on a book. She is always fascinated that for the mere price of a book (often less than the price of a coffee!), she can escape her life for a while and see through someone else's eyes into their world. Jani loves the colour red, is a fiery Aries, is impatient and always storming ahead with those ram's horns, bashing her head...she has a wicked sense of humour and loves laughing. In her 'other' life, Jani is a business woman and a scientist - a creative scientist though - she formulates skin care products and brews up concoctions in her laboratory... She has 2 beautiful children who have grown into amazing young adults and Jani is very proud of them. Besides reading and writing, her favorite 'thing' is traveling and drinking cocktails on the beach while watching the sun set over the ocean (Sex on The Beach anyone?). Above all, she believes in Kindness, Karma, Miracles and Magic...
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Cover Reveal KICKST☆R (Crushing On The stars series) #2 By Author L.M EVANS Cover designer: Lindsey jayne at https://www.facebook.com/LJ-Book-Creations-615499755219957/ RELEASING 2017 SYNOPSIS: For years Drake has been on the hunt for his soul-mate. Until now. Picking up a scent he follows it and finds himself outside a football stadium in Cardiff. Intent on finding out who it belongs to, he joins the football team. Ramsey is a quiet girl, untrusting of men in general. Ignoring the advances of the new sexy footballer she keeps her walls up around her. A full moon one night has her spellbound. Why does she feel drawn to him now when she resisted his advances before? Will Drake reveal his dark secret and break the curse or has he lost his chance? Author Bio L.M Evans is a stay at home mother who lives in South Wales with her husband and three children. She enjoys going for long walks in the countryside with her family and going to the movies. When she’s not busy running around after her children you’ll either find her working on her blog, writing or reading one of her favourite books. Follow her at:
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