Hop in if you dare... And keep reading for a FAST & HOT EXCERPT from Roadster by Danielle Norman! It releases September 13th! 
PRE. ORDER. NOW. Amazon US → https://amzn.to/2NNsN8A Amazon UK → https://amzn.to/2NuZvvA Amazon CA → https://amzn.to/2BUXR4R Amazon AU → https://amzn.to/2ojbkKh BLURB: "Here, take this, you need it.” Those words used to mean something different to Adeline Morgan. Once upon a time, they preceded her next high. Now they had a deeper meaning, they were the sacred code of a whisper network of women. Women who'd been helped by The Iron Ladies. The wives of controlling husbands. The partners of cheating men. The lovers of playboys leading secret lives. As an Iron Lady, Adeline helped them all. And she loved every minute of it. And with each case Adeline grew jaded. Every man had the potential to break hearts and destroy lives. Until she met the one determined to prove her wrong. He didn’t want to break her heart…he wanted to steal it. 
ADELINE: Adeline’s heart was beating a million miles a minute as she stood in front of Riley’s door.Hell, she had been standing there for five minutes and had halfway talked herself out of this crazy notion, but then her phone rang. Swiping to answer and pressing his doorbell at the same time caused an explosion of noise. Well, it sounded more like an explosion because Adeline could hear Gerda barking from inside the house and through the phone. “Adeline, I’m sorry. Can you hold on, someone is at my door. Platz, Gerda.” Riley gave the German command for Gerda to freeze, and silence fell in time for Adeline to hear the twisting of a lock. The door swung open, revealing the most gorgeous man she’d still ever seen. She took one step forward and Riley swept her into his arms, his mouth came down to meet hers and giving her the kiss she’d been fantasizing about. His mouth was unrelenting as his tongue tangled with hers and his hands slid down either side of her waist and around her butt. When he spun, he took her with him and then kicked the door closed, shutting them away from the rest of the world. She hadn’t changed out of her work clothes from earlier, and for the first time, she was really glad that she was wearing a skirt. Riley worked his agile fingers down, down, until he was at the hem and then deftly worked his way back up, his fingers sliding along her smooth legs as he bunched her skirt and lifted. Every inch of the way his hands deftly massaged her thighs until he could feel the heat radiating from her core. As he neared her center the heat intensified until her skirt was totally out of the way and he’d exposed her drenched, panty-clad pussy for his perusal. “Let’s take this into the bedroom.” His voice was deep, deeper than Adeline had ever heard but she followed him. Fuck, who was she kidding, if he said to drink the red Kool-Aid, she’d drink the fucking red Kool-Aid, so long as she got the fucking orgasm that he was building inside her. They moved through his house, Riley walking behind her, his arms wrapped around her as he used his body to guide her. The whole time his fingers were working at the buttons of her shirt, then the zipper on her skirt, and finally the clasp of her bra, which got dropped at the side of his bed a second before he was bending her forward over his comforter. “I’ve dreamed of you, right here in this spot.” His fingers danced down the length of her spine. His palms slid over her hips and her ass, smoothing their way over her curves as he slid her panties down her legs. Adeline heard the sound of a buckle followed by a zipper, and the swish as his pants hit the floor. Then his mouth was on her skin, kissing along the path his hands had taken until he reached the curve of her shoulder. When he slid his left hand between her legs, Adeline could feel her own moisture soaking him. “God. Fuck, I love this. I fucking love the way my fingers sink into you.” When he stopped, Adeline almost lost it and a smart-ass retort popped into her mind as she tried to demand that he keep going, but he was flipping her over, looking down at her as if she was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. For looks like that, Adeline would keep her smart comments to herself. “God, you’re so smooth. I need to taste you. Lay back.” Adeline did as ordered, her feet dangling off the bed. “I’m impressed, I thought it would take much more to get you do as instructed.” Adeline pushed up to get off the bed but Riley was faster. “Uh huh, you’re here, exactly where I’ve wanted you for some time. Let me show you why it’s okay to give in every now and then.” 
About Danielle Before becoming a romance writer, Danielle was a body double for Heidi Klum and a backup singer for Adele. Now, she spends her days trying to play keep away from Theo James, who won't stop calling her or asking her out. And all of this happens before she wakes up and faces reality where in fact she is a 50-something mom with grown kids. She's been married longer than Theo's been alive, and she now gets her kicks riding a Harley. As far as her body, she can thank Ben & Jerry's for that, as well as gravity and vodka. But she says that she could never be Adele's backup since she never stops saying the F-word long enough to actually sing. Danielle writes about kickass women with even better shoes and the men that try to tame them (silly, silly men).Stalk Danielle! Amazon: http://amzn.to/2jMFmDi BookBub: http://bit.ly/2zMOfUg Goodreads: http://bit.ly/2BHW7aX Facebook: http://bit.ly/2AL1OYf Twitter: http://bit.ly/2iLv9L7 Website: http://www.daniellenorman.com
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C.O.V.E.R. R.E.V.E.A.L. Check out the cover of Stetson by Danielle Norman!!! It releases July 19th!!! 
FOLLOW DANIELLE FOR RELEASE ALERTS → http://bit.ly/2zMOfUg ADD STETSON TO YOUR TBR → http://bit.ly/2KoS9Z2 BLURB: The only thing fancy about London Kelly was her name. She was a jeans and boots kind of girl. Her perfume was the smell of hay. And her days were spent in the saddle. Except for a few bumps in the road she had a pretty good life. Until... Her dad died. Now, she's left running the family cattle ranch and horse stables. The sexy sheriff has decided that he wants more than a one night stand. And her employees believe that she has no business running a ranch. Sometimes the strongest cowboys aren't boys... They're women. 
About Danielle Before becoming a romance writer, Danielle was a body double for Heidi Klum and a backup singer for Adele. Now, she spends her days trying to play keep away from Theo James, who won't stop calling her or asking her out. And all of this happens before she wakes up and faces reality where in fact she is a 50-something mom with grown kids. She's been married longer than Theo's been alive, and she now gets her kicks riding a Harley. As far as her body, she can thank Ben & Jerry's for that, as well as gravity and vodka. But she says that she could never be Adele's backup since she never stops saying the F-word long enough to actually sing. Danielle writes about kickass women with even better shoes and the men that try to tame them (silly, silly men).Find Danielle online! Amazon: http://amzn.to/2jMFmDi BookBub: http://bit.ly/2zMOfUg Goodreads: http://bit.ly/2BHW7aX Facebook: http://bit.ly/2AL1OYf Twitter: http://bit.ly/2iLv9L7 Website: http://www.daniellenorman.com 
It's ALMOST here! Almost by Danielle Norman releases January 4! IBOOKS READERS PRE-ORDER NOW → http://apple.co/2jwRidd Almost will NOT be available on iBooks after release! EVERYONE ELSE GET YOUR ONE-CLICK ON: Amazon US → http://amzn.to/2Atr7LF Amazon UK → http://amzn.to/2AM2eNN Amazon CA → http://amzn.to/2BDLmXb Amazon AU → http://amzn.to/2ATCEXX 
Get a little taste of Carter and Sophia RIGHT NOW: “Did you mean it when you said you would do anything to make this right between us?” His voice was a cross between a purr and a growl, it was seductive. “I did.” “Well, I know what it is, it’s what I need, what I’ve always needed.” “What?” Goose bumps trailed along my arms, and a little tremor quivered in my voice. “I need our one night. I need to know you in every way possible. I’ve needed it for ten years.” I froze at his words, stopped swaying to the rhythm of the song, and took a step back. Holy fuck. That? Of all the things . . . that is what he asked for? Could I give him that and still walk away, let him be with other women? He deserved someone else. Carter Lang was a good man. He would make an amazing father and an even greater husband . . . for someone, not me. “Sophia.” I glanced up, meeting his eyes again at his use of my real name, no nickname. “Princess, I need this, I want this. I’ve wanted you, dreamed of you for ten years.” He pulled me back in, holding me flush against him, and his thick hard shaft was rigid and pressing against me, proof that he definitely wanted me. “What do you want?” That was a loaded question, what did I want? I wanted to be eighteen again and have a different life. I wanted a night with him. I wanted to be a wife, a mom, a lover . . . his lover. “I want you, one night.” But how could I keep him from seeing? Curling my shoulders forward, I caught myself going into my natural protective mode. It’s what took the focus off my chest and put it more on the rest of my body. It was as close to a ball that I could make myself. “Soph, look at me. Are you sure?” I nodded. I could do one night. I walked away once, I could do it again, right? He bent and lightly nibbled on my ear. “I have a room.” My body uncurled and extended as shivers raced down my spine and every hair raised. I was on the verge of losing control. I had to remind myself of things that normally came naturally. Breathe in, breathe out, deep breaths. I kept telling myself that I could do this, I could so do this. Carter’s soft tug on my hand had me following him out of the ballroom and to the bank of elevators. We walked in and the doors closed. Watching as he pressed number seven, then a second later, the doors slid open. The whole way up neither of us said anything, and I spent the time wondering just how horrible and stupid of a decision this was. He opened his hotel room door and held it while I walked under his arm. Before the door slammed shut, his hands were on my hips, and he turned me to face him. This was it, the moment of truth, the failsafe line. 
About Danielle Danielle is a Harley riding romance writer. Most days she can be found in jeans, t-shirts, and pearls (she's a lady like that). Danielle writes about men that will open the door for you during the day and throw you against them at night. She loves stories that will make you laugh and fall in love without all of the emotional baggage faced every day in our real lives. And her talent is the ability to tell the difference between a rye, wheat, corn, or potato vodka in just 1 sip, but she prefers a few glasses just to be certain.Find Danielle online! Amazon: http://amzn.to/2jMFmDi BookBub: http://bit.ly/2zMOfUg Goodreads: http://bit.ly/2BHW7aX Facebook: http://bit.ly/2AL1OYf Twitter: http://bit.ly/2iLv9L7 Website: http://www.daniellenorman.com 
Check out the SIZZLING cover of Almost by Danielle Norman! This fantastically spicy read releases January 4.
Cover Design: The incredible Najla Qamber 
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BLURB: Some people are unforgettable. Like, the first sheriff that pulled you over for speeding. The first person to kiss you senseless on the hood of a car. And, the first guy to make you orgasm. But, when all of those things are from the same man; let’s just say unforgettable doesn’t even come close. I wonder if he ever thinks about me and everything we ALMOST had. Oh, he remembers and he’s prepared to put his money where his mouth is…ADD TO YOUR TBR http://bit.ly/2Auhpso FOLLOW DANIELLE FOR RELEASE DAY ALERTS http://bit.ly/2zMOfUg 
About Danielle Danielle is a Harley riding romance writer. Most days she can be found in jeans, t-shirts, and pearls (she's a lady like that). Danielle writes about men that will open the door for you during the day and throw you against them at night. She loves stories that will make you laugh and fall in love without all of the emotional baggage faced every day in our real lives. And her talent is the ability to tell the difference between a rye, wheat, corn, or potato vodka in just 1 sip, but she prefers a few glasses just to be certain.Find Danielle online! Amazon: http://amzn.to/2jMFmDi BookBub: http://bit.ly/2zMOfUg Goodreads: http://bit.ly/2BHW7aX Facebook: http://bit.ly/2AL1OYf Twitter: http://bit.ly/2iLv9L7 Website:http://www.daniellenorman.com |
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