The Devil's Kiss series Boxed Set by Gemma James is NOW LIVE! Don't miss out on this deliciously dark complete romance! BUY NOW: Amazon: http://amzn.to/2nbx6Ny iBooks: http://apple.co/2lBfBJX Nook: http://bit.ly/2mCjgHd Kobo: http://bit.ly/2miWinn ADD TO GOODREADS: http://bit.ly/2n2Ckfd Blurb: Nothing is black and white when everyone has secrets. Broke and desperate, Kayla Sutton siphons thousands from her employer to pay for her daughter's treatment, but when her boss finds out, he demands repayment...in the form of her submission. What started as a game turns into so much more when the past returns, testing the chains that bind Gage and Kayla's hearts together. She fell for his wicked ways after he blackmailed her, stayed after he kidnapped her, went back to him after he almost destroyed them both with his fury. Now she wants to give him her future. Willingly. INCLUDES: The Devil's Kiss The Devil's Claim The Devil's Wife The Devil's Spawn NOTE TO READERS: THE DEVIL'S KISS BOX SET is a dark romance with a BDSM edge that does NOT conform to safe, sane, and consensual practices. Includes explicit content and subject matter that may offend some readers. Intended for mature audiencesAbout the Author: Gemma James is a USA Today and Amazon bestselling author of a blend of genres, from new adult suspense to dark erotic romance. She loves to explore the darker side of human nature in her fiction, and she’s morbidly curious about anything dark and edgy, from deviant sex to serial killers. Readers have described her stories as being “not for the faint of heart.”She warns you to heed their words! Her playground isn’t full of rainbows and kittens, though she likes both. She lives in Oregon with her husband and their four children–three rambunctious UFC/wrestling-loving boys and one girl who steals everyone’s attention. Connect with Gemma: Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/authorgemmajames/ Twitter: www.twitter.com/gemmajames80 Website: www.authorgemmajames.com Amazon: http://amzn.to/2eW8W5X Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/gemmajames Newsletter: http://authorgemmajames.com/newsletter/
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Title: Plucker
Series: Recoil Rock Series #2
Author: KE Osborn
Genre: Rocker Romance
Death—it is inevitable, but I didn't know it could come so early.
If things didn't change, mine would be sooner than expected.
My life hasn't been easy, though with the way I act you’d think it has been.
I'm a joker, a partier, a playboy, a prankster. But I'm also broken.
A shell of a man.
Ryan Hunter, lead guitarist with nothing to live for.
Not even music soothes me completely.
My band is back together, we're doing really well—but I'm in a rut.
I'm lost, thinking about my past is swallowing me whole.
Especially since she turned up.
Our new PR manager. She’s feisty, in control and so damn sexy I can't stand it.
But that woman is not only taking my PR role from me, she's also taking my breath away, and that I won't stand for.
Not with my past, not with my demons.
Tillie Marks has to go.
And I will make damn sure it happens!
Furrowing my brows at his attitude, I’m beginning to think Lunar’s surmise on Ryan being a fucker was right on the money. Even so, I can’t help but look past his assholery to see a broken man. A soft, kind hearted soul who just needs some gentle care. I wonder what’s happened in his life to form the dark circles under his eyes, and for him to put on this bravado act I can see right through.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” he asks.
“Like what?” I ask with a small amount of shock in my voice.
“I don’t know. You’re hard to read and you’re looking at me weird.”
“Oh God Ryan you’re so melodramatic.” Ryan frowns at Lunar as she walks in. “And leave Tillie alone. She’s the only other set of ovaries in this place, I need her alive.”
I smirk at her choice of words.
Ryan huffs. “You can have her all to yourself, I have no need for her.”
Ouch. I have to admit his words do sting a little. I like to be needed, and something in me wants to rush to Ryan and be his protector, even though he’s treating me like shit.
“Well, Ryan, you may not want me, but you’re stuck with me. So deal with it by putting your big boy panties on and behaving like an adult. You do know what an adult is, don’t you?” I tease.
He smirks. “Funny! Would someone who behaves like an adult be so condescending?”
I stiffen because he’s right. I hate to admit it, but he’s pushing my buttons and making me snappy because I’m so desperate for his approval. I’m never like this, never talk back to my clients, unless there’s real need for it. I’m here solely for PR work, and usually my clients listen to everything I say without question. After all, they’re paying for my expertise.
I’m not used to this, at all.
Damn it!
“You’re right, I’m sorry.”
“Apology accepted,” he says but offers nothing in return.
My eyes open wide in infuriation as the others watch.
“Well?”
“Well what?”
“Aren’t you sorry, too?” I ask.
“What for?”
I scoff. “What for? What for! Oh my… okay, I see what you’re doing. You’re trying to rile me up and anger me so I’ll quit, right?” His smile falters like he’s annoyed I’m onto him. “Well, let me tell you, Ryan Hunter, it will take more than that to get rid of me, sir!”
He tilts his head. “Leave it with me. I’m sure I’ll think of something—”
Australian author K E Osborn was born and raised in Adelaide, South Australia. With a background in graphic design and a flair for all things creative, she felt compelled to write the story brewing in her mind.
Writing gives her life purpose. It makes her feel, laugh, cry and get completely enveloped in the characters and their story lines. She feels completely at home when writing and wouldn’t consider doing anything else.
Macie Smith was eager to leave her hometown of Puyallup, Washington, after graduating high school. She knew there was no way around being a Protector like her brother, and she was okay with that. Macie knew in her heart that her purpose was to protect others; however, she refused to follow in her brother’s footsteps forever. She moved to Florida in hopes of finding herself. In the process, she found Jasper White.
Jasper was the polar opposite of the Protectors. Rather than feeling the pain of others like Macie and her brother, he was usually the one to cause it: Jasper was a Raider. He'd spent the last three years being a real-life bad boy. When he first laid eyes on Macie, he instantly knew he wanted her…until he found out she was a Protector. He had already had a few run ins with other Protectors, and to say they were enemies would be putting it lightly. He knew he didn't stand a chance with Macie, but he couldn't stay away. He would have to change his Raider ways in order to make her his.
The smile he had been wearing had disappeared and the indifferent look in his eyes had been replaced with… was that desire? I felt my stomach flop when he took a step toward me. I inhaled a deep breath when he took another step. His face was inches from mine and I wanted to be unaffected. Or at least make him think I was unaffected by him. He reached out and ran his fingers down the length of my arm. Chill bumps followed behind his touch and I cursed my body for being such a trader. He slowly started to lean closer to me, his head was lowering and his gaze was fixed on my lips. I licked them involuntarily and slowly raised onto my tip toes. His lips touched mine and my entire body started to tingle.
From a rural community in southern Oklahoma, Melissa Townsend is a married dental assistant with one child; and on the surface, the picture of today’s ordinary working wife and mother from Smalltown, U.S.A.
As a busy mom, she initially found her escape in reading. It is just in the past few years that she’s found her passion and enjoyment of telling her own stories. Having never travelled or experienced much beyond the realm of country-living, Melissa finds herself taking journeys through an array of genres and different writing styles. Don’t let her quiet, small town, ordinary demeanor mislead you. Sit with her for very long and you will quickly discover her wit, dry sense of humor, and unique perception of the world around her. It’s these characteristics spieled out into her stories that define her writing style and will keep you wanting more. The Hot Zone Series from Carly Phillips is available now!!!The Hot Zone Series by Carly Phillips Genre: Contemporary RomanceHot Stuff ( Hot Zone Book 1)He’s about to find out … She’s not just one of the guys. Annabelle Jordan and her two sisters were orphans in frilly dresses when they went to live with their sports-lawyer uncle in his world of locker rooms, bookies and gambling. Now the girls are publicists in their uncle's firm, The Hot Zone. Despite her upbringing, Annabelle is all woman. She's naturally drawn to real men—like her latest client, businessman and former football legend Brandon Vaughn. The chemistry is potent, undeniable, irresistible. Annabelle soon realizes that Brandon is much more than just another jock. And that she'd better hold on tight if she doesn't want to lose her heart. Start the Series With Hot Stuff Today!Amazon US: http://amzn.to/2n0RErW Amazon UK: https://goo.gl/wGgMQg iBooks: https://goo.gl/cEhBwZ Nook: https://goo.gl/Yv6u2M Kobo: https://goo.gl/r9G50W Google Play: https://goo.gl/Nq6Ft2 Add to GoodReads: https://goo.gl/Fh1DNN Grab the Rest of the Series!Amazon US: http://amzn.to/2lK23qP Amazon UK: https://goo.gl/XspFCP iBooks: https://goo.gl/cEhBwZ Nook: https://goo.gl/Lk1Ff1 Kobo: https://goo.gl/RdGsy0 Google Play: https://goo.gl/dMjoLP Meet Carly Phillips:Carly Phillips is the N.Y. Times and USA Today Bestselling Author of over 50 sexy contemporary romance novels, including the Indie published, Dare to Love Series. She is happily married to her college sweetheart, the mother of two nearly adult daughters and three crazy dogs. Carly loves social media and is always around to interact with her readers.Connect with Carly:Sign up for Carly’s Newsletter at: http://www.carlyphillips.com/newsletter-sign-up/ Sign up for Blog and Website updates at: http://www.carlyphillips.com/blog Sign up for Text Updates of New Releases: http://tinyurl.com/p3upm5s Friend Carly on Facebook: www.facebook.com/carlyphillipsfanpage Hang out at Carly’s Corner! (Hot guys & giveaways!) http://smarturl.it/CarlysCornerFB Instagram: https://instagram.com/carlyphillips Twitter: www.twitter.com/carlyphillips Website: www.carlyphillips.com American Prince, the highly-anticipated follow up to American Queen by Sierra Simone is now LIVE!!American Prince by Sierra Simone Publication Date: March 7th, 2017 Genre: Contemporary RomanceI’ve been many things. I’ve been a son and a stepbrother. An Army captain and a Vice President. But only with Him am I a prince. His little prince. Only with Maxen and Greer does my world make sense, only between them can I find peace from the demons that haunt me. But men like me aren’t made to be happy. We don’t deserve it. And I should have known a love as sharp as ours could cut both ways. My name is Embry Moore and I serve at the pleasure of the President of the United States…for now. This is the story of an American Prince. Read Today!Amazon US: http://amzn.to/2kz2vYl Amazon UK: https://goo.gl/368hJA iBooks: https://goo.gl/RczMVr Nook: https://goo.gl/i22aU8 Add to GoodReads: https://goo.gl/AlkkGL Start the Trilogy with American Queen Today!Amazon US: http://amzn.to/2kqWPof Amazon UK: https://goo.gl/l3tVTs iBooks: https://goo.gl/OUhDII Nook: https://goo.gl/zi8V8D Kobo: https://goo.gl/hP1M34 Add to GoodReads: https://goo.gl/HnP6P2 About the Author:Sierra Simone is a former librarian who spent too much time reading romance novels at the information desk. She lives with her husband and family in Kansas City.Connect with Sierra:Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/TheSierraSimone/ Twitter: @TheSierraSimone Reader Group: https://www.facebook.com/groups/SierraSimonesLambs/ Website: http://www.authorsierrasimone.com Stay up to date with news from Sierra Simone by signing up for her newsletter today:
Stolen by the Arziani Georgian crime mob as a child, 152 was raised and conditioned to be a Mona—the most subservient of the Arziani Blood Pit slaves. Gorgeous and kind, she has been and under the imprisoning influence of the Type B drug and under the command of the Blood Pit Master’s sister, Mistress Arziani, for most of her life, until the Master calls her back home to Georgia. He wants her under his total control, and Master always gets what he wants. But when 152 is gifted to the Blood Pit’s fearsome champion death match fighter as a prize, 152 suddenly finds out that the men who appear most brutal, may just own the kindest hearts. And love may be found, even when living in hell. Freedom, family, love, 152 will have to fight for what she wants and ultimately make an impossible choice. LUKA
“The real world isn’t ready to handle our reality. How could they accept that the gulags, the drugs, and the Blood Pit are real? It is the stuff of nightmares. How could they believe that males are being raised as killers, for sport and greed? “Worse, it would surely implicate the Bratva and my people in too many ways. We can fight the police and the system here in our city, but we can’t take on the whole world.” Zaal shrugged and tapped the map of the Blood Pit. “We need a way in. We need a solid plan, and we need it fast. I won’t have our freedom jeopardized. I won’t have what I’ve found with my Talia taken away from me, after being without her all of these years.” He raised his brow. “And we know you won’t give up Kisa. We need to act, Luka, and we need to do it soon.” Lifting the glass of water sitting beside me, I brought it to my lips and drained it in one motion. Zaal stood up. As he passed by, he pressed his hand on my shoulder. I didn’t move until I heard him leaving my house with Talia, who had been sitting with Kisa. Pushing back from the table, I got to my feet and walked down the hallway. In the living room, Kisa was waiting for me on the couch, hand lying on her swollen stomach. She took one look at me, her face sympathetic. Silently, she held out her hand. I took it in an instant and dropped to the couch beside her. Kisa fell against my chest and her hand landed on my stomach. She didn’t say anything. Once I’d fought through my pride, I admitted, “I can’t see a way to defeat Arziani.” The minute I had confessed what was torturing my mind, a heavy weight lifted from my chest. Kisa froze, then tilted up her chin to meet my eyes. I stared down at my beautiful wife and sighed. “They run a damn fortress, solnyshko. Arziani seems insane from what Valentin has said. He’s deluded, thinks he’s some kind of king, some Roman Caesar. The king of his prisoners. Males, just like me, he drugs them and forces them to fight on until they die. Kids plucked from families and or- phanages, made into his monsters.” I ran my hand over my tired eyes and asked, “How the hell do we stop him? How do we even breach his Blood Pit?” Kisa sat up and brought her face to hover above mine. “You’ll find a way, baby. I trust you, we all do.” I shook my head. “And that’s the problem,” I said harshly. “Everyone expects me to work this out. Everyone expects me to find a way in and execute a plan to bring Arziani down.” I pressed my hand to Kisa’s pregnant stomach, to our baby she was carrying. “But more than that, I need this Arziani to be fucking killed. I need to cut off the head of the snake. Everything, everything we have all been through starts with Arziani. The gulags, his contact with the Durovs. Levan Jakhua worked with Arziani, using Anri and Zaal as his prototypes. Then we found out how he keeps so hidden—by using drugged killers as assassins. They take out anyone who is a threat.” Kisa blinked, then blinked again when what I was saying hit home. “You believe he’s coming for us. You believe that now we know about him, he’ll send another Valentin.” Her words were not a question. Because she knew what she said was exactly what I’d been thinking. An ache caved in my chest, and I leaned in to run my lips over hers. “If he came for you. If someone took you away from me . . .” I couldn’t finish the sentence. “Stop,” Kisa said, moving back to press her finger over my lips. I took her hand in mine. My mind took me back to the gulag. I could still smell the dankness of the cells. I could still smell the richness of the blood spilled hourly in the ring. I could still feel the heavy veil of death that draped us all, waiting to strike, waiting to deliver another soul to hell. “Luka, lyubov moya, come back to me.” I gasped as I heard Kisa’s soft voice cut through the memory. I tightened my grip on her hand. Once again I looked down to her stomach. My teeth clenched together, then I said, “I have to find a way to take him down. I can’t, I won’t, have our baby brought into this world knowing that the male who condemned me, us all, to that life is still breathing, still stealing children from homes, forc- ing them to be killers.” A tear escaped Kisa’s eye to fall to our clasped hands. “Luka,” she whispered, “this man scares me more than anything else in the world.” Dropping my forehead to rest against hers, I replied, “That’s another reason why he needs to be put out of our misery. I want our version of a normal life. I want this Bratva life with you, with my new brothers and our families. But as long as that prick lives, it can never happen.” I paused. My hand, still on Kisa’s stomach, felt a tiny kick. My eyes darted to my wife’s stomach. Kisa laughed a single watery laugh. She covered my hand with her own, just as our baby kicked again. Leaning forward, Kisa pressed her lips to mine. When she pulled back and I saw the love she had for me written on her stun- ning face, I knew I had to remedy the Arziani problem quickly. I had two months until our child came into this world. What that world would look like depended on me. A world free from any threat to our lives. That meant Arziani dead. His guards slaughtered. And the Blood Pit burned to ash.
Tillie Cole hails from a small town in the North-East of England. She grew up on a farm with her English mother, Scottish father and older sister and a multitude of rescue animals. As soon as she could, Tillie left her rural roots for the bright lights of the big city. After graduating from Newcastle University with a BA Hons in Religious Studies, Tillie followed her Professional Rugby player husband around the world for a decade, becoming a teacher in between and thoroughly enjoyed teaching High School students Social Studies before putting pen to paper, and finishing her first novel. Tillie has now settled in Austin, Texas, where she is finally able to sit down and write, throwing herself into fantasy worlds and the fabulous minds of her characters. Tillie is both an independent and traditionally published author, and writes many genres including: Contemporary Romance, Dark Romance, Young Adult and New Adult novels. When she is not writing, Tillie enjoys nothing more than curling up on her couch watching movies, drinking far too much coffee, while convincing herself that she really doesn’t need that extra square of chocolate.
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Riot by Tillie Cole
My rating: 5 of 5 stars Heartbreaking... How do you review a book that is everything? It's heartbreaking, meaningful, gripping with so many feels. Its mind blowing beautiful. These characters.... geez, I am totally in love with them all. All the way to the start of the series, they have my heart. Their stories tug at my heart and through most of it I'm a blubbering mess. This is 901 and 152's story. 901 is a champion fighter that's never lost a fight. Stolen from an orphanage as a child he knows nothing but fighting. Never having a weakness, never until her 152. 152 is a mona, her only purpose it to please. She is used to get 901 to do as he is told. She never expects to fall in love with him or to ever be free. Riot like the others in the series is absolutely beautiful. The writing... wow, it's flawless. The way Tillie tells it you feel as though you are there. I hung on every word and cried many a tears. I am so in love with this book and these characters it's a definite must read.
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“Feminists all over the world would be hanging their heads in shame at me right now, wouldn’t they? I’m weak and pathetic and easily forgiving of asshole behavior,” I complain to Brooke, leaning against the doorframe of our bathroom while I watch her apply make-up. “Tell me I’m weak and pathetic.” Brooke sighs, pulling her face away from the mirror and lowering the mascara wand from her eye to stare at me in the reflection. “I will do no such thing. You aren’t weak and pathetic. And you aren’t easily forgiving, either. You stuck to your guns and made him feel like a jerk. What you are, is easily distracted by a pretty face and a magic dick,” she informs me, turning around to lean against the sink. “You’re right,” I whisper, my eyes widening with this sudden discovery. “I’ve always rolled my eyes at women in books who keep going back to the same asshole over and over again. It’s because of the magic dick. And now I get it.” “The fucking magic dick,” Brooke agrees with a nod. “But seriously, this doesn’t make me weak and pathetic that I forgave him so easily and basically threw my vagina at him in a challenge?” I ask as she turns back to face the mirror and finish applying her mascara. “He explained why he did what he did. He was an assuming asshole, but he still realized he was wrong and fixed it. You accepted his apology and admitted you’re still in need of a good dicking, and he’s the closest available dick to give you said dicking. I see nothing wrong with that,” she shrugs. “That was a lot of dicks in one sentence.” “There are a lot of dicks on this boat. You think you’ve got problems? Ben is the best sex I’ve ever had and he’s a man-whore,” she complains, shoving her mascara tube back into her make-up bag and grabbing her bottle of perfume from the counter.
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Below Deck by Tara Sivec
My rating: 5 of 5 stars Another great book by Tara Sivec! Tara Sivec is one of those authors that when you see her name you know your going to get a fantastic book. Below Deck is no different. It's light, cute, funny and extremely sexy. Mackenzie and Declan are wonderful characters. Mackenzie is on vacation with her father, his new wife and her daughter. Bringing her best friend along to help ease the pain of spending so much time with two women that she absolutely can't stand. When they board a yacht that they are to spend the next ten days on she sees the hottest guy she's ever seen. With a push from her best friend Mackenzie steps out of her comfort zone and decides maybe a quick fling is what she needs. Declan takes his job very serious. Never mix business with pleasure. Never, never, never. That is until he comes face to face with Mackenzie. If only he could stop being a jerk maybe he could have a little fun with her. Once they get misunderstandings out of the way these two are off the charts hot. I love both of their personalities and their story was refreshing. It's making me more desperate for summer. As always the writing is phenomenal, I absolutely loved it. View all my reviews ✮✮✮A delicious world of erotica, BDSM with alpha-subs and their Dommes, and a gripping love story…Welcome to The Bee’s Honey! The first book in New York Times bestselling author Kristen Ashley’s Honey Series, THE DEEP END is a seductive and rich love story now available! ✮✮✮
Fall into THE DEEP END and grab your copy today!About THE DEEP END (Erotic Romance Releasing March 7, 2017):Enter a decadent sensual world where gorgeous alpha males are committed to fulfilling a woman's every desire…Olivier isn’t sure what he’s gotten himself into when he joins the Honey Club, only that a dark part of him hungers for the lifestyle offered by this exclusive club. Here, no boundary will be left untested…and one's deepest fantasies will become an exquisite reality.When Amélie invites Olivier to surrender, she gives the alpha submissive what he craves. Soon they both find themselves falling harder than they ever anticipated—but as their connection deepens, the truth about Olivier’s past could destroy everything…Gripping and seductive, The Deep End is the first book in a sensational new series from bestselling author Kristen Ashley.Amazon | Kindle | Barnes & Noble | iBooksGoogle Play | Kobo | IndieBound | BAMEXCERPT: As he slowly closed the door behind him and moved his eyes to look through the room, taking it in, she watched them get wide. They dropped to her and his amusement was clear. Not only radiating from his gaze but twitching his lips. Another unusual—and unacceptable—reaction. He thought this was funny. She hoped like fuck she had the opportunity to prove him wrong. She crossed her arms on her chest and slightly put out a foot, like she was about to start tapping her toe. In the wrap dress she wore, she knew this opened the overlap, not exposing anything, but the promise for him was impossible to resist. His attention dropped to her legs. “In the playrooms,” she began with a snap, and his gaze cut to hers, “I want eye contact. Unless otherwise instructed, you should not only feel free to look me directly in the eyes, if I’m in your line of sight or I’m not giving you something that your body’s natural reaction would make it difficult to meet my gaze, I require it.” She stood there staring as he did nothing but dip his chin in acknowledgment. Cheeky. Exceptionally cheeky. Fabulous. “Unless I’ve asked for their silence or for them to ask for leave to speak, I also require my toys to respond when they’re spoken to. Even if it’s only a ‘yes, Mistress,’ or ‘no, Mistress.’” His stance relaxed, like he was settling in at the beginning of a show he found vaguely intriguing, and his deep rumble of a voice bounced like boulders through the room. “Yes, Mistress.” Christ, even his voice declared his challenge. “Excellent,” she allowed. “Your name?” “Olivier,” he answered. French. Also unusual, at least in this country. And interesting. She liked it a great deal. She studied him. He let her, holding her eyes. “I’m Mistress Amélie,” she eventually informed him. “I know. You got a lotta fans out there…Mistress.” The hesitation over him saying “Mistress” gave less of the impression he was testing her and more of the strange impression the word was unpracticed when, with any experienced sub, it would slip right off their tongue. She made no comment to that. “There are things we should go over,” she remarked. “Right,” he stated, his big body adjusting again, now like he was settling in further, intent on giving her the same attention he would a flight attendant who gave the safety address. That being no more than a courtesy. She fought the shiver his actions created but allowed the irritation. “Your safe word is kitten,” she stated. “Yes, Mistress.” “You’re open to any kind of play,” she went on. “Yes, Mistress.” “It’s important and now’s the time to share should there be anything you wish me to shy away from, Olivier. Especially as this is the first time I’ve played with you.” Something in his eyes flashed. Blue eyes that were the color of nothing and everything. Not sky. Not sea. Not midnight. A pure blue that only existed in the unchartable depths of a rainbow. She felt that flash snake up between her thighs, taking residence in her womb. He wanted this conversation done so she would play with him. He wanted the preliminaries over so they’d get to the good stuff. He wanted her. She stared into those blue eyes and for a moment felt mesmerized. For God’s sake, Leigh, she berated herself in an effort to pull it together. Rainbow? “Olivier,” she prompted. “I’m open to anything,” he confirmed. About Kristen Ashley: Kristen Ashley was born in Gary, Indiana, USA and nearly killed her mother and herself making it into the world, seeing as she had the umbilical cord wrapped around her neck (already attempting to accessorise and she hadn't taken her first breath!). Her mother said they took Kristen away, put her Mom back in her room, her mother looked out the window, and Gary was on fire (Dr. King had been assassinated four days before). Kristen's Mom remembered thinking it was the end of the world. Quite the dramatic beginning. Nothing's changed. Kristen grew up in Brownsburg, Indiana and has lived in Denver, Colorado and the West Country of England. Thus, she's blessed to have friends and family around the globe. Her family was (is) loopy (to say the least) but loopy is good when you want to write. They all lived together on a very small farm in a small farm town in the heartland. She grew up with Glenn Miller, The Everly Brothers, REO Speedwagon and Whitesnake (and the wardrobes that matched). Needless to say, growing up in a house full of music, clothes and love was a good way to grow up. And as she keeps growing, it keeps getting better.WEBSITE * FACEBOOK * TWITTER * NEWSLETTER * GOODREADS * PINTEREST * INSTAGRAM WANDERERby Janine Infante Bosco Nomad #2 Publication Date: March 7, 2017 Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Erotic, MC, Romantic Suspense NOW AVAILABLE!99c (Release Day Only!) or #FREE with #KindleUnlimited!SYNOPSIS:Cobra I’ve lived two lives. One full of innocence and one full of sin. I mourned the perfect life I was born into and made it my duty to chase the phantom who stole it from me. Revenge, mayhem and loss are all I know. I am the lone man—I am the wanderer. The former nomad—now, Satan’s deadliest soldier. The two worlds were never supposed to collide. Innocence and sin aren’t made to coexist yet somehow my past bleeds into the present and I find myself facing my biggest regret…I find myself face to face with her—the girl who got away. The girl I let go. The woman I’ll ruin if I stay. Celeste Our young love was marred by violence. Our guilt destroyed us, fate tempted us but, it was he who broke us. They say time heals all, but all time did was dull the ache of his abandonment. Now, dressed in leather, covered in ink the boy I mourned is now a man—a man tormented by his demons. In another life we were everything to one another. In this life we’re strangers. *NOTE* Each book in the Nomad series can be read as a STANDALONE. #WANDERINTOCHAOS#WANDERER - Excerpt© Copyright 2017 All Rights Reserved by Janine Infante Bosco Drawing in a deep breath, I reach for the knob, twisting it until I open the door and step into dangerous terrain. Closing the door behind me I stagger into the darkness of the room, feeling along the walls as I walk further into Cobra’s territory. A waft of stale smoke assaults my senses as I glance around the small, dated room. My roaming gaze comes to a halt, landing on the man twisted in the sheets of the bed. Tucking my bottom lip between my teeth, a wave of longing washes over me as I stare at the corded muscles of his back and all the colorful tattoos that seem to take up every inch of his skin. So many colors, so much story in each piece. As I gravitate toward the bed the urge to trace every single one consumes me. It’s not the promise of the man I’m hooked on. It’s the man. It’s this incredibly mysterious man that I used to know. “I’m not dreaming,” he mumbles into the pillow, startling me. My knees touch the edge of his bed as his thick, raspy voice blankets me and sends a shiver up my spine. It’s not new—that voice was there years ago too. It’s the voice of sex, of carnal pleasure and the promise of bliss. It’s predatory, feral and so damn tempting. “No you’re not.” The words are a breathy whisper, a tone he’ll recognize. One that is as sinful as his. We’re in trouble. So much fucking trouble. His head slowly rises from between the pillows and his eyes slice to me, squinting as if he’s witnessing a mirage. “Feel you in my bones, Cel,” he explains huskily before dropping his face into his pillow. “I’m sorry, Deuce let me in. I could go, maybe—” He rolls over on his side, the sheets twist at his waist, leaving very little to the imagination as his eyes skate over me. “Don’t know why you’re here, don’t care too much either, but thankful as fuck for whatever brought you here, gorgeous,” he says, a lazy smirk tipping his lips as he extends a hand. “Get over here,” he demands. I should have been prepared. I should have known that a higher force always has a plan for us. I should have been stronger. I should have known he’d hook me with a look and I’d crawl into bed with him. I should have known old habits are hard to break. I should have known old loves never die.#THENOMADSERIESDON'T MISS THE BIKER FULL OF DIRTY PROMISES! GRAB YOUR COPY OF #DRIFTER, BOOK #1 IN THE NOMAD SERIES!AVAILABLE #FREE with #KINDLEUNLIMITED!SYNOPSIS:
“Stryker”
I’m a drifter. A man born to ride through this world alone. There used to be a time when I thought I was the rescuing type. I enlisted in the Marines and made it my duty—I was going to save lives. I was going to be a true American hero. But God had another plan. Or maybe Satan did. For everything I touch finds mortality. I’m no hero. I’m nothing. I’m a veteran biker, a former nomad who survived war only to live in hell. Now I ride with the Satan’s Knights of Brooklyn and I’m drifting into a different kind of chaos. The kind that revolves around a pretty girl with intoxicating green eyes. A girl who has the power to turn me inside out. A girl who doesn’t need anyone to rescue her because she’s her own savior. Until she’s not. But a man plagued by war and the devil inside him can never be her hero.
Gina Spinelli Strong. Independent. Fierce. They are the three things I strived to be. But sometimes being successful can be lonely. Sometimes a girl just wants to be a girl and have someone take care of her. Maybe even love her. Sometimes the strong become vulnerable. Or worse, the victor becomes the victim. Sometimes we lose control or in my case it’s stripped from you. Defeated. Broken. Haunted. They are the three things I have become. In my darkest hour I admit defeat. In my darkest hour I need one person. I need him. Stryker. ***NOTE: DRIFTER is a STANDALONE novel. Contains explicit sexual situations, violence, sensitive subjects, offensive language, and mature topics. Recommended for age 18 years and up. *** #DRIFTINGINTOCHAOSABOUT JANINE INFANTE BOSCOJanine Infante Bosco lives in New York City, she has always loved reading and writing. When she was thirteen, she began to write her own stories and her passion for writing took off as the years went on. At eighteen, she even wrote a full screenplay with dreams of one day becoming a member of the Screen Actors Guild. Janine writes emotionally charged novels with an emphasis on family bonds, strong willed female characters, and alpha male men who will do anything for the women they love. She loves to interact with fans and fellow avid romance readers like herself. She is proud of her success as an author and the friendships she’s made in the book community but her greatest accomplishment to date would be her two sons Joseph and Paul.Website • Facebook • Twitter • ENTER THE GIVEAWAY
Title: The Silver Swan
Series: The Elite Kings Club #1
Author: Amo Jones
Genre: Romance
Release Date: March 7, 2017
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Riddle me this... “I am neither dead, nor alive, and I’m not something little Madison can hide. But you will be dead, by the time this is done... the timer starts now, and the games have just begun…” Madison Montgomery comes from money and power, but when someone close to her commits the ultimate crime, Madison must live with her tainted name for the rest of her life. When she begins Riverside Preparatory Academy, the private school her father has swept her into in The Hamptons, she hopes for a fresh start. What she wasn't hoping for was the pack of bad boys who run the school; ten, to be exact. When Madison gains the attention of their leader, Bishop Vincent Hayes, a whole new world that she didn't think existed is exposed to her. A whole world that starts and ends with The Elite Kings Club and these boys, are about to flip her world upside down. Secrets are overflowing and family lies are about to be exposed. Is there more to Madison Montgomery than even she knows? About this book: I need to admit something right now. The Silver Swan is f*cked. It might be the most insane story I've ever written with equally insane characters. Who knew? You know, when I started this book, it was supposed to be YA. I wanted to write a book that my sisters could read. A book that won't have people look at my mum like "damn... what sort of messed up shit happened to your kid?". The angst, the assholeness, the games, the f**kery, the WHAT THE F**KING F**K ARE YOU DOING???!!!... I cannot even.... anyway, this is a warning (and the only one I'll give you). It's crazy. I don't compare my work to my others, but this book is f**ked. It will most likely stomp all the f**k over people's hard limits (and not give a sh*t while it's doing it) and will make you second guess all the morals you thought you had. This most definitely is not looking like a love story right now... more like a..... I don't even....*shakes head* anyway, I apologise now. You asked for it..........
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“Nate?” I whisper. “Maybe I took a wrong turn.”
Silence. “Nate!” I yell down the phone. “This isn’t funny.” “I’m not laughing, sis. Keep going, we can see your headlights.” What am I doing? I’m basically relying on the fact that Nate and I had bonded a little and that both our parents are together. I’m not sure those facts are worth my life. No, he wouldn’t. I’m just being paranoid. The only time, except for school, where I didn’t bring my fucking pistol either. I sag in defeat. My dad will not be impressed with my not carrying, and my mom will no doubt be screaming at me from the other side about how these are the reasons why she and my dad educated me so much on firearms. I’ve failed as a fucking daughter. I shuffle up in my seat. “Nate, I don’t fucking see anything up here but ja—OMG!” I slam on the breaks, all four tires locking up in a skid. I squeeze the steering wheel tightly, banging down the locks on the doors. “Nate!” I yell into the phone. Silence. Slowly, I look up out the front windscreen, the thick dust from my tires interrupting the loose gravel still floating in the air and that’s when I see it again. Ten men. Ten dark hoodies covering their faces. Ten—“Nate..” understanding sets in. Ten. Slamming the gear into reverse, I’m just about to floor it backwards—to hell with anything or anyone behind me—when my driver’s window smashes into a million pieces, the tiny shards of glass falling onto my lap. I scream, my hands coming up to shield my face just as an arm slips inside and pops up the lock. A deep menacing chuckle breathes over the back of my neck just as a leather gloved hand wraps around my mouth and pulls me out of the car. “Hello Madison. You don't know us, but we know you. We want to play a game. Here's what happens if you lose...”
Author Bio
Amo is a full-time writer from New Zealand who loves long romantic walks to the wine cellar.
She loves to write like how she lives, hanging on the edge of insanity with a wine glass in one hand and her morals-or lack thereof- in the other.
Those are not my monkeys, I swear.... Oh those hellhounds? Yeah, those are mine.
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The Silver Swan by Amo Jones
My rating: 5 of 5 stars Fantastic! Wow, just wow. I don't know where to start. This book is gripping, twisted, sexy and mind blowing. The author has amazed me with this book. When I got to the end I just sat there staring in space. What did I just read? What is going to happen now? Madison is a terrific character and the guys The Elite are so totally messed up that at times I was speechless. This book is everything. I loved everything about it even though I times I was thinking what is going on? This definitely isn't a love story, it's a story that will have your mind racing all over the place. I am in awe of the author and her way of telling a fantastic book. I can't wait for the next one. View all my reviews |
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