http://www.rafflecopter.com/rafl/display/81aa78134/ Release Date: August 26, 2014 A deal was made centuries ago. The deal was for the first born in each generation. The soul of that woman was owned from birth by the ultimate beast. The Devil. Elizabeth Cromwell knew growing up that she was different. The day her parents failing business suddenly took a turn for the better in an economy where it shouldn’t have. She was told of her fate. She was owned by the Devil. From the day of her birth she had no future. It was his. Unwilling to give into the rough seductions of the ultimate evil—she ran. Living in a convent in the secluded town of Neive, Italy, with only the aide of faceless man over the computer—she hides. Until the day he finds her. Sex. Lies. Betrayal. The fight for her Soul and future begins now. *This story is not for the faint of heart. This is considered a Dark Romance between two people that should never happen. It contains content which may be deemed inappropriate for some readers.* Genre: Dark Erotica Age Group: 18+ Bonnie Bliss is the brain child of two authors. Bonnie is a husband and wife duo who have come together to weave stories of passion, action, betrayal, and ultimate surrender. They have discovered that mixing genres is their thing. Their tastes go dark, and they love to twist up sweet stories and make them a bit more tense and sexy. Bonnie writes in multiple genres with plans to dabble into more areas of fiction. One is a Southern California native, the other was born and raised in Yorkshire, England. The husband spends his time giving the wife alpha males with bite. He is a man that needs to see his world in print. He has a panty melting accent, loves listening to music, watching Game of Thrones, and obsessing over Heisenberg. The wife spends her time writing strong women that evolve into their power, they don’t just come out guns blazing. She claims the song California Girls, by Katy Perry is totally accurate. She’s done everything from waitressing, customer service phone rep., Corporate Real Estate, and spent a pretty impressive part of her life working for the Disney Corporation—before finding her way into the publishing world with her husband. HOSTED BY:
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a Rafflecopter giveaway Digital: http://www.rafflecopter.com/rafl/display/81aa7894140/ HTML CODE: Release Date: August 26, 2014 Six years. Two break ups. One divorce. They should be over each other. Police officer and army reservist Rafe Minelli knows better than to tell his his wife no, particularly since they aren't married anymore. But when she decides it's time to leave Pine Harbour for good, he puts his foot down. Unfortunately, Liv doesn’t seem to notice. She keeps packing until a last-minute job offer stalls her out, and Rafe realizes he's got one last chance to make things right if he wants to keep her here permanently. Olivia Jackson can’t wait to leave Pine Harbour, but she’s just been handed her dream job in exchange for staying. Now she’s torn. If she leaves she’ll have to settle for a position with low pay and few prospects, but if she stays she’ll have to face Rafe’s renewed advances—and the ire of her ex-mother-in-law. Now Rafe’s pulling out all the stops to convince Liv he’s changed—and he’s worth taking another chance on. Liv’s working hard to keep him at arm’s length to protect her heart. Will love finally bridge the distance between them? Or will the next break up be their last?
New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Zoe York is a busy working mom of two young boys, wife to a very understanding soldier, and creator of modern, sexy, small town contemporary romances. Her debut novel, What Once Was Perfect, started the popular Wardham series, and her first military romance, Fall Out, was released as part of the international bestselling SEALs of Summer super bundle. She lives in London, Ontario and is currently chugging Americanos, wiping sticky fingers, and dreaming of heroes in and out of uniform. HOSTED BY: Life has been a roller coaster for Gabriel âThe Saintâ Vega. From surviving a hellish childhood, to reuniting with his lost brother, only to hit the struggle of helping him battle his drug addiction. Boxing saved Gabrielâs life, and just when his career hits the fast track, he finally finds love with Salem; at least for a short time. Social differences, obligations, and misguided good intentions tore Gabriel and Salem apart before they could ever really get started. Will Gabriel be able to save his brother from the whirlpool of addiction that threatens to drag him under? Is Salem capable of breaking away from the ropes that bind her to doing whatâs expected rather than what and whom she desires? Can Gabriel convince Salem that their mutual feelings are worth fighting for, and that together, they will be able to go the distance? PROLOGUE As Salem drives away, Gabriel and Jason fade into the darkness. She drives and drives, as if on autopilot, until she comes to a stop at a traffic light. She realizes that her palms are sweaty from holding the steering wheel so tightly, and each tear that hits her cheeks stings as it rolls down her face. Say, what are you doing? Turn the damn car around. Go to him. Tell him how you feel. She looks up into the rearview mirror as her inner dialogue plays through her head. No, Salem! Youâre doing the right thing; you already have feelings for him, and if you continue down this road, someone is going to get hurt. A loud honk brings her back to reality. Looking up at the traffic light, she realizes itâs now turning red for a second time. The car behind her revs its engine and pulls up next to her. âWhy donât you pay attention? You dumb bitch!â the driver yells angrily, then cuts in front of her car and runs the red light. Sheâs still shaken from Gabrielâs dismissal of her. âPull yourself together,â she wipes the tears away. âItâs not like the two of you would ever work, anyways. He did you a favor.â The light turns green and Salem proceeds through the intersection, managing to make it home without further incident. Sheâs greeted by Jocelyn, whoâs sitting on the couch watching an episode of Revenge. âI didnât expect you home tonight, or I wouldâve waited to watch this.â Salem stands at the top of the stairs in silence. Sheâs disheveled; her typically creamy, porcelain skin is blotchy, and her puffy, bloodshot eyes are a dead giveaway that sheâs been crying. âWhat the hell happened?!â Jocelyn kicks the blanket off of her lap and rushes to her friendâs side. âUgh, where do I start?â âWhat did he do now? Iâm going to kill him,â she sneers. Salem lets out a heavy, staggered breath as she responds, âNo Jocey, itâs not Blaine.â Jocelyn studies her friendâs face. âThen, who? Iâm not sure if Iâm following you here.â She leads Salem over to the couch and the two of them climb under the blanket. âI messed up, Joce,â Salem sighs, leaning her head onto Jocelynâs shoulder. âAw⦠Say.â âAfter I caught Blaine last night,â she takes a deep, calming breath, trying to build up the confidence to finish, âI ended up at Gabrielâs.â âWell, I kind of figured that out when the three of you showed up here this morning.â âIâ¦â âWait, donât say another word.â Jocelyn dumps her side of the blanket onto Salemâs lap and scurries across the room, before disappearing into the kitchen. Salem sees the light from the refrigerator illuminating the dark kitchen, and then hears the sound of whipped cream being squirted. A moment later, Jocelyn reenters the room carrying a half gallon of ice cream in one hand and two spoons in the other. She smiles warmly, âOkay, proceed.â The sadness on Salemâs face softens. âThanks, Jocey.â âItâs just what the doctor ordered,â she laughs. âAnd by the look of you, you needed the sundae version, not just plain old ice cream.â âYouâre so right.â Salem takes the container of ice cream and a look of guilt then appears on her face, âYeah, well, I wasnât so strong last night.â âDid you sleep with him?â Jocelyn doesnât waste any time. Salemâs lip begins to quiver and the tears begin to flow as she nods her head, âI made a mistake.â âA mistake?â Jocelyn blurts out. âI donât think so, Say. I saw the way the two of you looked at each other. As far as Iâm concerned, the only mistake you made yesterday was not dumpingâ¦â âJoce.â âI know you donât wanna hear it, but Iâm going to say it, anyway.â Salem laughs through her tears, knowing full well her best friend is going to speak her mind. âOf course you are.â âLook, we both know Iâm not a fan of Blaineâs. Actually, I despise the man. Heâs a fucking scumbag and Iâm not sure why you canât see it.â The two friends get quiet and Salem begins to eat the ice cream. âDo you think you donât deserve to be happy?â Jocelyn breaks their silence, scooping a heaping spoonful of whipped cream. âI can be happy with Blaine.â Jocelyn shoots her friend a look. âAre you happy right now?â âNo,â she lets out an exasperated breath, âbut, I can get us back to where we once were. I know I can.â âWhy?â âWhy, what?â âWhy do you want him? Help me understand.â âIâm not sure you will understand. Youâve never hadâ¦â Salem stops herself. âNever had, what?â âJocelyn,â she sighs, âyouâve never been in a serious relationship.â âYouâre absolutely right, and do you know why?â Salem shakes her head. âBecause, I havenât met a man worthy of me and Iâm not going to settle, like you have.â Jocelyn sees the wounded look on her friendâs face and immediately regrets what sheâs just said. âIâm sorry, Say. I donât mean to hurt your feelings, but itâs the truth. Iâve sat around and watched my best friend being treated like a doormat for years. I know exactly what not to look for; and as for you, youâd rather settle for someone who treats you like shit than to be alone.â âThatâs notâ¦â âNo, itâs my turn. Iâm going to tell you how I see it. I think you felt something last night with Gabriel.â Jocelyn studies her friendâs face, hoping to get a glimpse of something. âAll these years, youâve gone through the motions of being the good girlfriend; thinking that would be enough, that he would change. Yet, here we sit.â âYouâve got it all wrong, Jocey.â âDo I? Would you like me to remind you of all the nights Iâve lain next to you, while youâve cried yourself to sleep because that asshole stood you up? Or how about the time he showed up drunk and reeking of another womanâs perfume?â Salemâs shoulders sink down. âHe doesnât want me,â her voice is all of a whisper. âWho doesnât want you?â âGabriel. He said what happened last night canât happen again and he pushed me away.â âAnd let me guess; you being you, just walked away?â âWhat was I supposed to do?â âGeez, I donât know⦠stay and fight?â âStay and fight for what, a man who doesnât want me?â âOh, I donât think itâs a matter of him not wanting you, Say. I think itâs more like the fact he knows youâll probably end up breaking his heart.â âThatâs just it. I told him the first night we went out that I wasnât what he needed. I think he sees that now.â âAnd now your feelings are hurt by this?â âIt would never work, anyways. We come from two different worlds,â Salem tries to brush it off. âSo, what difference does that make?â âOh yeah, sure, can you see him at one of my parentsâ dinner parties?â âYeah, actually I can. And heâd probably liven it up a little!â Jocelyn laughs. âYouâre not helping.â âIâm not sure what you want me to help you with. Iâm certainly not Team Blaine, and Iâm not going to sit by and let him continue to treat you the way he does. Whatâs got you so scared?â âThe future.â âThe future?!â Jocelyn exclaims. âDonât you think you may be jumping the gun a little here?â âJocey, Iâm graduating next spring. The next step in my plan is marriage, then a house, and then kids.â âScrew your plans, Say. Why do you need a damn plan, anyways? Youâre young, beautiful, and youâre going to be one hell of a lawyer. This is the time you should be out experiencing life. You have your whole life to worry about getting married and having babies.â âBut, itâs what Iâm supposed to do.â âSays who, your parents?â âItâs what Iâve dreamed about since I was a kid.â âSalem, when are you going to realize itâs not your dream?â Jocelyn repositions herself on the couch so that sheâs directly facing Salem. âThis life youâre living, is your parentsâ dream. You need to wake up and be your own damn person, not the person your parents have molded you into or who Blaine wants you to be. Whereâs that girl I once knew? The one who snuck out of boarding school with me and went to college frat parties. Whereâs the girl who got wasted on cheap beer and sang karaoke all night long with me?â âI am my own person, and âthat girlâ is still right here,â Salem insists. âTell me one major decision youâve made on your own lately.â Salem sits quietly. âYou canât think of one, can you?â âActually, I can,â she bites back. âBullshit,â Jocelyn purses her lips together. âIâm not going into corporate law,â Salem spits out. âExcuse me?â âYou heard me. Iâm not going into corporate law. Iâve decided to be a guardian ad litem instead.â A glowing smile spreads across Jocelynâs face. âHoly shit, Say! Iâm so proud of you.â Salem tries to hide her smile, but it finally shines through. âYour parents are gonna shit a brick,â Jocelyn laughs. âI know.â âWhen do you plan on dropping that bomb on them?â âAfter graduation,â Salem says slyly. âOh, to be a fly on the wall when your father hears this.â âYou and Gabriel are the only people who know.â âYou told Gabriel before you told your best friend?â âI feel comfortable with him.â âClearly, since you gave it up to him,â she nudges Salemâs shoulder. Salemâs hands cover her face in embarrassment. âHow was he?â âIâm not like you, Jocey. I donât kiss and tell.â âIâm not asking you to tell me how he kisses. I want to know how he is in bed.â âNo way,â Salem replies adamantly. Not caring about the objection in her friendâs voice, Jocelyn continues on. âIs he strong? Did he go all âDomâ on you like the guys in some of my trashy romance novels? Is he big? I bet heâs big!â Salem remains tight-lipped. âIâm not telling you, Jocelyn.â âCome on, give me a little something? Okay, fine,â she relents on the more risqué questions, âjust tell me if heâs a good kisser then.â The corners of Salemâs lips turn up as a smile appears and she hugs her knees. âIâll take that as a âyes,ââ Jocelyn chuckles and keeps on going with her interrogation. âHow are his hands, are they rough and callused from fighting?â âSurprisingly no, theyâre very soft and his touch is gentle.â âGentle?â Jocelynâs face scrunches up. âHmmm⦠I wouldnât have figured him for gentle.â âMe either,â Salem utters. âYou okay, Say?â âYeah, Iâm fine. Itâs justâ¦â âItâs just, what?â Salemâs face turns a light shade of pink. âI canât,â she laughs, embarrassed. âLook, if you canât tell me, who can you tell?â Finally, Salem gives in to her friendâs coercion. âHe made me feel so wanted, like I was the only woman in the world. And the way he looks at meâ¦â Salemâs heart instantly drops into her stomach at the thought of Gabrielâs eyes on her; how his hands danced over her skin, how his soft lips grazed her neck, then her breasts, and finally down between her legs. Closing her eyes, she tries to shake her arousal and regain her composure. If Jocelyn catches wind of it, sheâll never leave her alone. The questions will go on all night long. âUm, if Iâm not mistaken, thatâs how your man is supposed to make you feel,â Jocelyn mocks. âYeah, well, Iâve never felt that way with Blaine.â âWell, thatâs because Blaine is a douche and wouldnât know a good woman if she bit him in the ass. And donât you dare bite him in the ass!â âYou donât have to worry about that.â Salem shoots Jocelyn a look, and they both begin to laugh uncontrollably. âThanks, Jocey,â Salem snuggles up to her best friend, âyou always know how to make me feel better.â âSay, I donât want to be that person.â Salem is taken aback by what she just heard and her head jerks away from Jocelyn. âWhat?â âOh Say, I didnât mean it like that,â she frowns. âWhat I meant was, I want you to have a man in your life that can comfort you and make you laugh, like I can, not one that makes you cry.â âOh, okay,â Salem sighs in relief. âI thoughtâ¦â âDonât you dare even say it! Youâre stuck with me, Say.â âGood, because I donât want you going anywhere.â Born and raised in New England, Christa is a married mother of three. She began writing her first book, Broken, in October 2012, as a love story to her husband, Frank. During the writing process, Christa managed to keep her book a secret from the majority of her family and friends, including her mother. She finally revealed that she had written a book on her personal Facebook page just two weeks before Broken was released. Broken was released in February 2013, and within twenty-four hours of its release, it was on Amazon's Movers and Shakers list as well as in the Top 20 Erotica. Christa released her second novel, On the Ropes - Book One in the Down for the Count series, in February 2014. On the Ropes has also climbed the charts on Amazon, hitting the Top 10 Sports Fiction and the Top 20 Romance Sports Fiction lists. Book Two, Going the Distance, is slated to be released in the summer of 2014. Christa also has several other novels in the works, with no release dates announced at this time. HOSTED BY: Molly Ramsey lives a nice, normal life. Her cat, her dog, and her two best friends are more than enough for her, thank you very much. Working for her brother’s best friend helps pay the bills, even though she often wants to strangle the sizzling-hot egomaniac with his own outrageously expensive tie! William “Devil” Delancy built his vast empire through sheer determination and corporate takeover. The millionaire always gets what he wants…from women to companies and all points in between. And when he is done with them, he discards them without another thought. So when his sainted, dying grandmother voices her concern about his lack of a wife, he does what he knows best: he takes what he wants! And it just so happens that the woman nearest and dearest to him is his own assistant – the beautiful Molly. What happens when the Devil asks you to pay your dues? Molly Ramsey is just about to find out! Join this racy, rollicking romantic comedy and see just how far the Devil can push the unsinkable Molly before she sets both their worlds on fire? Romantica, erotica, humor, comedy and much more in this 110,000+ word standalone. 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Sexy Excerpt: “Devil!” Molly squealed, gripping his neck as he hauled her into his arms and turned toward the stairs. “What are you doing?” Sarah O’Rourke is actually two besties who live three states apart and write at all hours of the day and night! Born and raised in the Southern United States, they are overly attached to their one-click accounts, can’t make it through the day without copious doses of caffeine, and spend way too much time on the phone with each other. Between them, they have four children and eighteen years of marriage...one to a super soldier and the other to egomaniac engineer. They hate empty chocolate wrappers and writer’s block, love to talk to readers...and by the way, they write about strong, kick-ass women and hot alpha heroes! HOSTED BY: -- Coming: August 2014 Genre: Adult, Dark Erotic Romance Kayla Ashby is bound by her terrifying past, but what haunts her most is her dreams. Can Kayla's dreams be real? In her dreams, she can fulfill all her erotic desires; she has no boundaries, and can be anyone or anything she wants. She often finds herself with erotic clothing and using a whip and handcuffs. Kayla has a problem in real life dealing with her demons but at night, while she is sleeping she is no longer the scared little girl she once was. Are her dreams telling her who she really is? And can she break away from her fears to become that person or will she be forever bound by her past? Her heart is bound to another. She has loved him from the very beginning, but is she worthy of him and his love? Is it possible to overcome all those thoughts and dreams that hold her back and move on? Can Kayla overcome her abandonment issues and discover what it is like to truly love? Garrett Winters holds his feelings close to his heart. Keeping his true feelings deep inside, hidden from those who surround him, including the one who he wants nothing more than to capture. Lovers come and go, but no one else comes close to doing what they do for each other their bond is immeasurable. Will fate bring him to his true love or will he forever be bound to finding his heart? When they cross paths again, can their love overcome or will they both be forever, broken I am 34 years old and writing my first book. I am married to my husband David who is being very supportive of my choice to right a book. {I think he likes the fact that I run ideas off his head.} But he would never tell anyone that. I am blessed to be the mom of a little girl named Sage who is the light of my life.{I call her Olga, and she hates it} I did not give birth to her but I choose her. I am blessed with great friends who have always had my back. I have a lot to learn in this world of writing but, so far I am enjoying the ride. I am always willing to help out anyone who is in need all you have to do is ask. I never knew that writing a book would show me so much about myself. I have learned so much in a short amount of time. And I can't wait to learn more. I am also a member of a great Publishing Company Called Scilicet. We are always accepting new Authors, all genre is welcomed. I look forward to you all reading my book. I hope that it sparks something inside of you that says wow. HOSTED BY: “Someone needs to make you come completely undone, Sydney Parker.” His tongue moved slowly over his lips. “That someone is going to be me.” Goal-oriented Sydney Parker has never had a problem focusing. She’s about to start law school, the first step on her way to the Supreme Court. With no time for relationships, she lives vicariously through her best friend Brynn, who has recently decided to use sex as a research tool. Sydney, however, hasn’t been laid in years. Men are a distraction, one Sydney has diligently avoided…until Jackson West crashes into her life, and under her hood. The last thing Sydney needs is a hot mechanic working on her ‘69 Camaro. Especially a hot mechanic with eyes like the ocean and lick-me abs, who claims to be better in bed than a werewolf. Jax thinks that’s exactly what Sydney needs. But Sydney has goals, and a relationship with the enigmatic Jax would challenge her. Distract her. Tempt her. Sydney is about to find out that temptation is very hard to resist. The light from the setting sun glared off the truck door as it opened. The person was in shadow, but his outline showed a large, tall, imposing frame. Wide shoulders, narrow waist, full head of hair. I thinned my eyes. Since Red was just a little above hobbit size and balding, I figured this must be one of his employees, and not one I recognized by silhouette. I lifted my hand to block the light and try to get a better view. It didn’t help. He kept walking toward me and was five feet away before I realized who it was. Confident, gorgeous blue eyes held mine. It was the guy. And he was standing in front of me…about to work on my engine. I had a momentary hot flash and took a deep, steadying breath to try to calm down. Jax pulled a piece of candy from his pocket, unwrapping it as he watched me, like he was waiting for my next move and totally amused by the internal struggle I seemed to be having. He put the candy in his mouth, rolling it against the inside of his cheek, then cocked a brow. “Hey, sixty-nine. Want a piece?” I shook my head, candy the very last thing on my mind. “Want a piece of candy, then?” Halfway through the movie, he shifted, his leg falling down, opening wider. His whole body angled in toward me. Electricity pulsed between us and my heart was thumping out of my chest. His eyes latched to mine as he reached down and started pulling my hand…up. I forgot to breathe as I watched my fingers drag over the inner seam of his jeans. I only remembered to gasp in air when I was almost ready to pass out. As my hand moved, I hazarded a glance at his face. His sapphire eyes were dark and fiery with need and anticipation. And he kept moving my hand. Slowly. Angela Corbett graduated from Westminster College where she double majored in communication and sociology. She has worked as a journalist, freelance writer, and director of communications and marketing. She loves classic cars, traveling, and listening to U2. She lives in Utah with her incredibly supportive husband and their five-pound Pomeranian, Pippin, whose following of fangirls could rival Justin Bieber's. She writes YA/NA titles as Angela Corbett. She writes Adult titles as Destiny Ford. HOSTED BY: Bliss knows all about bad choices but has yet to make them herself. With an innocent heart, she searches for freedom and finds it in the delinquent down the hall. Dusty is a foul-mouthed troublemaker, tear-maker and heartbreaker. The boy with summer sky-blue eyes knows to stay away, but he can't resist the girl who made his house a home. She's his reason, but he might not catch her when she falls. She loves him. He loves her crazy. This is what happens when a love made of secrets is kept with rules instead of promises. Front windows cracked, we’re relaxed in the back of his parents’ old Audi and it feels good again. “Caffeine isn’t good for you, you know,” Thomas says, glancing over. The sun has set and the purple sky and the Yaquina lighthouse paint my temperamental troublemaker in soft hues. The scent and sounds of the sea drift in with the breeze, mixing with smoke from the blunt he’s relit and the low melodies of Citizen Cope singing about a girl that won’t give in and he’ll never let go of. Taking another drink of the coffee he bought me, I shrug. I don’t know what he said to get the baristas to make a pumpkin spice latte in February, but cinnamon and caffeine fill me with warm relief. Under his breath and around a hit, Thomas chuckles. “It’s bad for your bones and skin,” he says, smirking as I tuck my toes under his leg. “And your heart. Uncontrolled beats are a prelude to heart attack, princess.” I roll my eyes and laugh some, because I do feel them. I felt them earlier in his bed, and before that, when I was thinking of him. My unsteady heartbeats have nothing to do with coffee. “Bring on the palpitations,” I say before taking another drink, letting Dusty lecture me about bad habits, as if I’m too young to understand irony. “I’m serious,” he continues, smoking up and blowing out. “Your body will build a tolerance. When you feel it’s becoming bad for you, you’ll want more. You’ll need more. Caffeine’s a drug, Leigh.” I laugh. I can’t help it. Maybe I’m still high. “Oh yeah?” I ask. “Like pot?” This boy blows a cloud of smoke up, and I watch it swirl-spread out across the car’s ceiling. “Pot’s from the earth,” he says, puffing smoke rings while I wrap both hands around my cup, absorbing its warmth through my palms. I inhale the cream-sweet scent of cinnamon and nutmeg and ginger, and it may be full of stimulants, but I feel calm. Thomas’ presence is the best Valentine’s Day gift. Candy is nice, and candy flavored blunt wraps were thoughtful, but this is what I wanted most. Just us. “Pumpkins are from the earth,” I say. “And coffee beans.” “You think there’s real pumpkin in that?” he asks. When I can’t do more than smile and stare at his lips, he sits up straighter. “Caffeine’s an analeptic. It fucks with your impulse control and your insulin resistance.” I laugh because, “What?” He pulls a hit. “That shit will give you stress hormones, Bliss.” “How do you know all this?” “Baseball.” We’re quiet for a second, looking at each other. His carefreeness is back, but his smile is understated. “You sure you’re not worried it’ll stunt my growth?” Between licking his bottom lip and bringing the blunt back up, Dusty glances at my chest without a stitch of modesty. “You’re growing up fine, girl.” My cheeks heat, and I hide my smile with another drink. After I’ve finished my coffee, Thomas offers me the blunt. When I decline, my actual addiction leans into me, nudges his hood from my head, and exhales his smoke all over my neck. The playful punk that was lecturing me is gone. This honest to a fault, recklessly unflinching, too-beautiful, fated youth is a person only I know. This is my person. He tosses the blunt out the window while I drop my empty cup to the floorboard, and we shift together. We kiss open and deep, claiming and binding. We kiss the way I wanted to earlier, with eyes closed and hearts open, and I know the real drug is here. It’s between us and inside us. It’s the way he opens my lips with his lips to kiss me deeper, and the way my pulse feels like his name is in my veins. It’s the way I can’t stay hurt or mad or jealous, and the way he can’t stand for me to. It’s the craving that never goes away, the need for more that grows as we feed it. It’s the tolerance he was talking about and knowing he’s right. It’s this, our secret. We’re the drug. Mary Elizabeth is an up and coming author who finds words in chaos, writing stories about the skeletons hanging in your closets. Known as The Realist, she is one half of The Elizabeths—a duo brave enough to never hide the truth. Born and raised in Southern California, she’s a wife, mother of four beautiful children, and dog tamer to one enthusiastic Pit Bull and a prissy Chihuahua. She’s a hairstylist by day but contemporary fiction, new adult author by night. Mary can often be found finger twirling her hair and chewing on a stick of licorice while writing and rewriting a sentence over and over until it’s perfect. She discovered her talent for tale-telling accidentally, but literature is in her stranglehold. And she’s not letting go until every story is told. To follow Mary’s upcoming solo and collaborative projects, she can be found at her website http://www.maryelizabethlit.com/. Brought together by their love of storytelling, Mary and Sarah Elizabeth are a pair of dedicated writers with complementary strengths who’ve cultivated a literary style that captures a Realist’s brutality with a Poet’s grace, uncovering the self-seeking side of tenderness and the undisguised truth of honesty. Inspired by the lyrics of a song, Dusty was born between emails and long G-chats before a single chapter was ever typed. A short story turned into a monster, and more than four years and several edits later, the first half of their collaboration, Innocents, will be released on July 14, 2014. And its conclusion, Delinquents, is set to release on October 23, 2014. If you’d like to contact The Elizabeths, they can be located on Facebook at https://www.facebook.com/TheElizabethsDusty?ref=hl. Listener, messenger, secret keeper, Elizabeth, and TrueLove, Sarah works two jobs by day so that she's able to really work by night. She's written since she was old enough to hold a marker, and her writing bridges the sacred and profane, from first love to forbidden, with a longing for truth and a passion for hearts. She is currently based in Kansas City where her army is comprised of one little buffalo. Her best friends are girls named Moses and Bunny. Her hero is a boy named Bishop, and the one she loves has ocean eyes. In addition to Dusty, Sarah also has a collaborative novella, Light and Wine, due to be released on June 8th, and her solo work will be featured in the anthology Branded, this August. Brought together by their love of storytelling, Mary and Sarah Elizabeth are a pair of dedicated writers with complementary strengths who’ve cultivated a literary style that captures a Realist’s brutality with a Poet’s grace, uncovering the self-seeking side of tenderness and the undisguised truth of honesty. Inspired by the lyrics of a song, Dusty was born between emails and long G-chats before a single chapter was ever typed. A short story turned into a monster, and more than four years and several edits later, the first half of their collaboration, Innocents, will be released on July 14, 2014. And its conclusion, Delinquents, is set to release on October 23, 2014. If you’d like to contact The Elizabeths, they can be located on Facebook at https://www.facebook.com/TheElizabethsDusty?ref=hl. HOSTED BY: They wanted forever… but is forever really their destiny? When misunderstandings and unsavory characters get in their way, Ellen and Jag call it quits after nine years of being together. Now they find themselves in places with which they’re unaccustomed: Ellen is trying to get used to the idea of dating another man, having never gone out with anyone other than Jag, while Jag is coping with an injury and the loss of baseball, a game he’s played for most of his life. Neither is sure how to handle their new situation, but they’re dealing. When a surprise trade lands Jag right back in the middle of things and right back into Ellen’s life, new boyfriend and all, can he keep his cool and prove to her that what they once had is what's right? Does Ellen still carry a torch for her first love or has she already fallen for her new baseball player, making it too late for them to start again? The fight is on as Jag goes head-to-head with Ellen’s new love interest as he tries proving to her that their love deserves another shot. Can he win her back or is their dream of a perfect forever gone for good? This is the third book of the True Love Trilogy. Due to language and sexual content, this book is not recommended for readers under age 17 Harper Bentley has taught high school English for 22 years. Although she’s managed to maintain her sanity regardless of her career choice, jumping into the world of publishing her own books goes to show that she might be closer to the ledge than was previously thought. After traveling the nation in her younger years as a military brat, having lived in Alaska, Washington State and California, she now resides in Oklahoma with her teenage daughter, two dogs and one cat, happily writing stories that she hopes her readers will enjoy. HOSTED BY: -- Everyone has secrets. No one has secrets like Watts. Catherine Kolb has found the perfect diversion from her life of nearly complete seclusion: a virtually anonymous correspondence with a man she knows only as "Watts." Intelligent, intriguing, and with an insatiable appetite for sex, his words begin to draw her out of her closely guarded world. Watts insists on privacy. He has no choice. In the wrong hands, his secrets could get people killed. Including him. And Catherine. But curiosity and lust prove stronger than reason and safety. A planned one-time encounter sets into motion a series of events that bring Catherine and Watts to the edge of ecstasy and the brink of peril. Two very private people. One risky night. A shot at love and redemption. Due to mature themes, this book is recommended for readers 18+. The situation was risky enough, and now I was dealing with the fact that she worked for what many people consider the world’s premier law enforcement agency. I decided I needed to check her out. So as I left early Sunday morning, with Catherine still asleep in her bed, I found her purse where it always was—on the kitchen counter. I quickly rummaged through her stuff, found her wallet and got her name off of her driver’s license. Catherine Marie Kolb. On the drive home I made a phone call to Justin, a guy who occasionally did a little work for me. I gave him Catherine’s name and birthdate, telling him all I needed was any information regarding her connections to the FBI or any other law enforcement or intelligence agencies. I asked him to keep it quiet. “Don’t I always?” he asked. “You don’t need to tell me that, dude.” “This is different. It’s personal.” “Not for me,” he said. “My lips are sealed. Usual hundred bucks, dude.” “You got it.” Dude. I had been introduced to Justin by one of my associates. He was a grad student at Boston University, and apparently some kind of computer whiz who had turned down job offers from Microsoft, Apple, and various smaller tech firms right out of high school, opting instead to go to college. Smart kid. Damn brilliant, actually, and very eager to help out. For a small fee, of course. Justin could get in and out of any computer in the world without leaving a trace. That’s what he claimed, at least. I wasn’t sure how true that was, but whenever I needed something that turned out to be deep within a highly secured computer network, Justin had been able to get it. As I drove home, I mentally kicked my own ass for not having done due diligence before spending this much time with Catherine. She had given me no reason to suspect that she worked for a law enforcement agency. She’d given me no reason to believe she did anything other than some boring clerical job. Just as I was entering the city of Baltimore, forty minutes later, my phone rang. “She’s clean,” Justin said. “All she does is work in the department that scans incoming parcels. Sounds boring as shit, if you ask me.” “No other jobs with the Bureau?” “None. And no previous law enforcement or military activity. But there is something odd.” I pulled up to a red light. “What’s that?” “Catherine Marie Kolb didn’t exist until eight years ago.” Jordan Burke is a full-time writer who lives near a beach, filling free time with reading, seeing nearly every movie that hits the theaters (and some that don't), pretending to be a chef, and watching college football and basketball. Jordan believes the most fascinating subject in the world is relationships (especially those that triumph over extreme obstacles) and loves to write about them. Jordan Burke is the author of the suspenseful erotic romance series, SHATTERPROOF. HOSTED BY: Everyone has secrets. No one has secrets like Watts.
Catherine Kolb has found the perfect diversion from her life of nearly complete seclusion: a virtually anonymous correspondence with a man she knows only as “Watts.” Intelligent, mysterious, and with an insatiable appetite for sex, he begins to draw Catherine out of her closely guarded world, tempting her with his words—some explicit, some simply enticing… “You should indulge your curiosities, especially the forbidden ones.” Watts insists on privacy. He has no choice. In the wrong hands, his secrets could get people killed. Including Catherine. Common sense says they should never meet, but curiosity and lust prove stronger than reason and caution. A planned one-time encounter sets into motion a series of events that bring Catherine and Watts to the edge of ecstasy and the brink of peril. Two very private people. One risky night. A shot at love and redemption Following strict rules, aka a privacy code, Watts and Catherine start chatting via email. Catherine, Having grown up in the foster care system is now a mail screen-er for the FBI, and she prefers not to interact with people in general. However, she seems content to exchange racy emails with Watts provided it doesn't get to personal. Watts/Daniel, has a profession that requires he keep his "relationships" (if you could even call them that) Casual. When the two finally meet things get heated fast, but a question brings everything to a dead stop. The chemistry between the two characters was sizzling! I really liked the fact that just like in real life both of these characters felt comfortable being themselves online whereas in their face to face relationships with others they are not. This book is full of Danger, mystery, secrets, and, hot sex! The book thankfully does not end in a cliffhanger, but it will definitely leave you craving more! When Willow Stone discovers that she is in competition with the exotic and worldly Molina for the coveted position of sex advice columnist, she realizes it's time to up her game. Though she has impeccable writing skills, there's no denying that a lifetime of being the good girl has left her ill prepared for this position. Realizing it's her lack of experience that will keep her from achieving this dream, she decides to proposition the bad boy who once lived in her college dorm that always had a stream of women doing the walk of shame from his room on a nearly nightly basis. Surely someone that shallow, that experienced, and that wildly attractive could teach her a thing or twenty. Only Wyatt has his own plans, and they don't allow much time for teaching Willow what she would already know if she could just break free of the cool, calculating, proper demeanor that was part of being a Stone. His reputation has served him well through the years and being the black sheep of his family has never bothered him. What does, however, is Willow. She is a mystery to unravel, a present to be cherished, a young woman who just might rock his world by bringing him back into his family's fold. She was everything they wanted for him and precisely what he had avoided since he started dating. What will happen when the good girl gets mixed up with the bad boy? ONLY 99 CENTS!!!! Excerpt 1 “Where were we?” “I think we had just established my sordid past and utter lack of experience,” I said sarcastically. “Ah, yes,” he said as he tapped his finger on the counter. “Now, why is this experience so important to you?” Confused, I tried to decide how to answer that. “I want this column so badly…” I shrugged. “It’s expected that I do something with my degree and fast. Stones aren’t burdens on society…” My voice trailed off. “So, you are battling a lifetime of expectations and family lectures about your station in life?” He smirked. “I know a little something about that.” Obviously, I let that go because...how could he possibly? Oh, but the house. “Who does the garage belong to...the one you live above?” Then I leaned over and waited patiently for a response. “Ah, that inquiring mind. You don’t need a sex column; you need to be an investigative reporter.” He laughed. “Yeah, it’s my parents’.” He wiped down the bar before adding to it. “I’m an Evans.” Then he winked at me. Apparently I was supposed to know what that meant and because of it, who he was. What I gathered was that it was like being a Stone. My heart went out to him. “So, you understand the dangers of not living up to expectations. Please understand, I don’t look at this column as anything more than a stepping stone in my career. I’m not sure where I want to take the degree, but I love writing. I love helping people. This meets all those criteria.” For some reason, I didn’t want to see his face. I just wanted to think for a minute. He had struck a nerve. Why did I need that job? It would force me to stretch myself. There was something about a challenge. Then, there was sheer, utter, simple curiosity. I was the only one of my friends who was practically still a virgin. When we gathered together on holiday breaks, I was the one who never had a boyfriend, who never had sexcapades to relay, who sat back and tried to pretend to understand these foreign objects and experiences they talked about. I hated it. Then I smiled. As I stared in front of me, another piece of my phone had appeared. “Can I see the list?” He asked seriously. Shaking my head, I refused. “No. It’s too...humiliating.” “Dammit woman, I can look it up online, but it’s just easier if you share the print copy. Okay?” He scowled at me for a moment. Then as I pushed the paper toward him, he smirked. After studying it for a moment, he looked up at me. “One night stand?” “Nope. I knew them. It was a date. It just never went beyond that.” I stared at him evenly, trying not to give away any emotion. “Did you like them?” He asked. “Either of them?” Taking a deep breath, I said, “Not really. I just felt like...it was time. There wasn’t a crush, a bunch of love letters, phone calls, any of that. The first was prom. And for lack of a better defense, everyone was doing it.” I let out a hollow laugh. “The second, was a house party after graduation.” “Drunk?” He asked, perplexed. “No, but he was. This one was someone that my family approved of and had been pushing me toward for years. I just kind of gave in.” I sighed. “Does any of this make sense?” “Honestly, no. I can’t understand how someone as beautiful as you could possibly think of settling for less than every single thing she deserved. Forget about your parents. What do you want?” He stood there, challenging me. It was no longer about the phone, no longer about the game of Truth or Truth. I had to answer. We were really talking. “I’m not sure I know. I don’t know if my life has ever been about what I want.” “What if we try to figure that out, together? And...what if I help you with this list?” He asked. Excerpt 2 Without thinking, I walked toward him and wrapped my arms around his neck. Wyatt smiled down at me slightly. It was obvious he was wondering what I was doing, where this was going. Honestly, I didn’t know. It’s not like I planned this. All I knew was that at the moment, I had to be close to him, had to have my lips on his. There was something truly perfect about the way his hands fit on my lower back, something magical in his touch. Up until now, I hadn’t been able to put a name to that feeling. Nothing in life had prepared me for it. This was lust. Capturing my lips with his, Wyatt groaned deep inside. The vibration went through me, tickling and shocking my lady parts awake. His hands roamed up and down my sides until the intensity of our kiss had him hauling my body as close to his as physics would allow. Again, I found myself melting into him, wanting all of him, more of him than I ever had before. My hands were in motion, one behind his neck, ensuring he could make no quick escape, the other felt the planes of his face, the angles of his jaw, until I had fingers knotted in his thick dark hair. Damn, he was good. Ever so slowly, reluctantly even, he finally broke off the kiss. “Why?” I whimpered in confusion. Gently he pried my hands from around his neck and held them in his. Kissing each hand affectionately, he gradually released me. “Twenty-nine,” he said, almost proudly. “What?” I asked as I shook my head, trying to clear it enough for thought. The kisses had blinded me almost as much as he was blindsiding me with this. “Your list,” he said simply. Then he turned and headed into the bathroom. “My list.” Walking over to the counter, I found that fucking list, right where we left it. There it was…#29: Making out with no sex long after you’re no longer a virgin. I was really beginning to hate that list. Excerpt 3 “Hey, doll,” he said in that easy way he had of unnerving me. Slowly he leaned over the bar after pulling up a drink he already had poured. “Cosmo?” He chuckled. “It was your new favorite last night.” Frozen in place, I paused before speaking. Breathe, Willow. Head high, chin up, chest out. Stones don’t get thrown. That was a paraphrase. My mother never would have spoken so informally. Her advice was sound, though. I pasted a smile on my face and headed to the nearest bar stool, directly across from him. “Good evening, Wyatt,” I said smoothly. “It looks like you’ve been expecting me.” Then I reached for the drink and took a healthy, stabilizing swig. “Maybe just a little,” he responded with his classic wink. “I mean, how long could a type A like you survive without this.” He patted his vest pocket and after glancing about conspicuously, he pulled it open just enough to reveal the phone secreted within. I could feel a squeal rising in my throat, it was all I could do to control the sound, but nothing could keep me from diving over the bar with my arm outstretched as I reached for my phone. Naturally, he had simply taken a step back and away from me while stifling a laugh. “Sorry, doll,” he said while shaking his head. “Nothing in life is that easy. You should know that by now.” His blue eyes stared at me intently. My stomach was doing somersaults. All I wanted to do was get my phone and go...maybe finish my drink. Instead, he was holding me hostage with my phone. “So now what?” I tried to project this relaxed and confident demeanor, but much like before, in his presence, I was doing a poor job of it. “Well, I thought we might play a game. You’re fun, right?” He laughed at his cleverness. “Oh, yeah. I’m loads of fun, especially when I’m loaded...apparently. Again, I ask...now what?” My arms were crossed over my chest now. He was making me good and nervous. Once again, he leaned over the bar, “Well, I thought I’d ask you some questions...instead of Truth or Dare, we’ll make up our own game...Truth or Truth. I’ll decide if you reveal enough with your response. If you do, with each answer, you earn back a piece of your phone.” He studied me, watching for a reaction. It was my turn to be calm and collected. I met him on the bar. We were practically nose to nose, separated by my martini glass. Stirring it slowly, I made him wait on my reaction. Then I took the cherry from the rim and popped it into my mouth. After devouring it while he watched, his eyes intense and hungry, I smiled. I had no choice, really. Wyatt had my phone and seemed determined to mess with me. I refused to let him win. Instead, I exuded confidence. “Let’s play.” What made her decide to be an erotica author? Simple. How else was she going to parlay her two favorite past times into a career? Emma is single and loving it. Like her first character, Alysin, Sin for short, she doesn't believe in settling or in settling down. She loves to indulge in her passions whenever the mood strikes and enjoys keeping all of life's cliche moments spicy. Known for her sense of humor, Emma surrounds herself with friends whose antics often become the source of book fodder. Her ideal situation would be to explore the Caribbean while writing. She pursues that dream daily. HOSTED BY: |