BOOK BLITZ- Baby Daddy by Nelle L’Amour

 

 

Title: Baby Daddy
Author: Nelle L’Amour
Genre: Romantic Comedy
Standalone Full Length Novel
Release Date: May 15, 2017
Blurb

 

FREE in Kindle Unlimited. And ONLY $.99 for a limited time only! The new STANDALONE romantic comedy from the New York Times Bestselling author of THAT MAN and UNFORGETTABLE.
I have three cardinal rules:
Never mix business with pleasure
Never let a woman spend the night.
Never date a woman with kids.
Kids freak me out. God only knows how many this baby daddy has. Man, what was I thinking when I was in college? Me, Drake Hanson. God’s gift to women. Aka Donor 5262. It was a piece of cake and fifteen hundred dollars a month for my deposits (in
sperm bank speak) came in handy. Wank, bank, and go. I just didn’t think about
the consequences. One day, some kid is going to call me Daddy and I’m going to
get hit up for child support. Big time.
Now, my father is pressuring me to settle down because the investor who’s looking to
acquire his animation company doesn’t want a player running a family-oriented
business. Just in time, she came along. The temp. Dee Walker. The minute the
hot as sin brunette with her killer curves and those chocolate brown eyes
stepped foot in my office and saved me from an ugly disaster with her magic
hands, I wanted her to be mine. Except she’s totally off limits. And there’s
someone else she loves with all her heart and soul that I can’t replace.
Can my temp become my forever before my past catches up with me? I’m willing to break all the rules.

 

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With Tyson skating on her own close to the railing and Drake by her side, the twosome skated over to me.
“Mommy, skating is SO much fun! You should try it!”
“She’s right,” Drake chimed in.
“I’m afraid I’ll fall.”
“But, Mommy, you have a big butt so it won’t hurt.”
Mortification raced through me. I felt myself turning as red as a beet. Kids say the darndest things, right? Wrong! My sassy almost six-year-old had no filter.
Drake broke out into hysterical laughter.
I clenched my fists. I wanted to punch him. “It’s not funny.”
“Dee, you have a great butt. Now, get your ass on the ice.”
“C’mon, Mommy,” Ty pleaded. “Please, pretty please with a cherry on top.”
Drake’s laughter let up. “Mighty, why don’t you take a spin around the rink? You’re ready to skate all by yourself. Stay close to the railing and hold on to it if you have to.”
“Yay!” On my next breath, she took off. My breath caught in my throat, but she seemed to be managing just fine.
Drake stayed behind. All that separated us was the waist-high railing. He leaned into me. His sparkling blue eyes flickered with a mixture of determination and mischief while his warm breath heated my cheeks. His hands tugged playfully at the ends of my wool plaid scarf.
“Aren’t you going to skate with Tyson?”
He glanced in her direction. She was already halfway around the rink. “She’s doing just fine by herself. She’s a total natural. She reminds me of myself at that age. I took, like her, to the ice like a penguin.”
“But what if she falls?”
He shrugged. “She’ll get up.” He tugged again at my scarf. “C’mon, Dee, get your big beautiful butt on the ice.”
“No way.”
“That does it.”
My eyes stayed on him as he skated with amazing grace and speed to the entrance of the rink, stormed off the ice, and marched my way. In a single swoop, he hauled me over his shoulders.
“What the hell are you doing, Drake?”
“Getting you on the ice,” he responded, marching back to the entrance, one hand gripping me right below my ass.
“Put me down!” I began to kick my feet in protest.
“Behave! And stop kicking. Skate blades are sharp and can be very dangerous. I don’t want you to cut off my dick. I’d like to keep it intact. And the same with my balls.”
Rage filled every bone in my body. The asshole! He’d made me his captive like some kind of caveman. “Stop,” I shrieked at the top of my lungs as he marched us back on the ice and then raced around the rink at breakneck speed. We quickly caught up with Tyson.
“Hi, Mommy!” she yelled out as we flew by. I could hear her giggling as the whooshing sound of Drake’s skates sung in my ears.
Speeding around the ice, draped over Drake’s shoulder, I was getting dizzy. My arms hung loose like a ragdoll’s within groping distance of his perfect buns of steel. Blood rushed to my head. I’d had enough.
“Put me down!” I breathed out.
“Are you ready to stop acting like a brat?”
“I am not a brat!”
Without warning, he swatted my ass with his free hand. The slap stung straight through my thick leggings, but the incendiary sting strangely turned me on. A barrage of tingles blazed through me, clustering between my inner thighs.
“Put me down,” I yelled again.
He didn’t say a thing. Coming to a braking halt that left a skid mark on the ice, he set me on my feet. Standing behind me, he kept his hands anchored on my waist to keep me balanced. I stood as frozen as the ice, hoping he’d never let me go. Partly because I was nervous as shit. And mostly because it felt so good to have his hands touching me. The sparks coursing through my body were definitely not going to help with skating.
“Okay, I’m going to teach you how to skate. Trust me, you’re going to be the next Dorothy Hamill.”
I couldn’t help a nervous laugh. “I. Don’t. Think. So.”
He laughed his sexy laugh. “Think again.”
“Seriously, Drake, I don’t think I can do this.”
“Come on. If your five-year-old daughter can, so can you.”
My eyes darted to Tyson, who was circling around the rink. Her strokes were a little awkward, but she was definitely skating. And doing it well.
“Tyson is fearless,” I countered.
“What are you afraid of?” he breathed into my ear. The warmth of his breath sent a chill down my spine.
“Of falling.” Of falling for you.
“You won’t. I’ve got you. Now push off with one foot and then the other.”
Trembling, I did what he asked. My legs wobbled, but I moved three feet forward. A small victory on the slippery ice.
“Nice. Now do it again. But this time push from your hips, not your knees.”
“Okay,” I stammered. I did as he asked and noticed how much steadier and more powerful my strokes were. Still holding me firmly, he asked me to repeat the movements and I did so several more times. I’d probably skated a total of twenty feet.
“You’re doing great!” He let go of me with one hand.
Gah! Don’t let go of me.
And then he tugged at my ponytail before repositioning himself so that we were side by side. He laced his fingers with mine. My heart pounding, I squeezed his hand.
“What are you doing?” I asked, my voice as contorted as my face.
“What does it look like? I’m holding your hand. We’re going to skate around the rink.”
“No, I’m not ready for this!” I protested. “I want to get off the ice.”
“Fine. You can get off by yourself. I’m going for a spin. See ya.”
To my utter horror, he let go of my hand and skirted off—skating backward, no less, the damn showoff, facing me with a Cheshire grin plastered on his face.
“Please, Drake,” I begged.
My begging only made his grin grow bigger. “Please what?”
“Please don’t leave me.” I’m not sure if he heard me because my voice was so shaky and small.
His grin morphed into a wicked smile, and in a few frantic heartbeats, he was again by my side. His fingers entwined with mine once more. How warm his hand felt next to my cold and clammy one. He gave my hand a little squeeze.
“I’m never going to leave you, D-baby.”
My heart jumped. He called me baby. He probably called every girl that, but the way he said it so tenderly made me think I was the first. Following his lead, I began to skate with more confidence. Loving every minute of our togetherness.
For about the next five or so minutes, we circled the rink, Drake holding my hand, me improving with each stroke. Once or twice I turned to look at him, and somehow at those moments, his gaze met mine. No words were spoken. Just silent smiles.
Midway around the rink, my baby called out to me. “Look, Mommy. No hands!”
Half elated, half fearful, I craned my head in her direction, losing focus on my strokes. Suddenly, one of my blades caught with Drake’s and my heart lurched in my chest at that horrible sensation that I—we?—were taking a tumble. “Shit,” I heard Drake mumble as the inevitable happened. On my next rapid heartbeat, I was flat on my back on the ice and he was splayed on top of me. We were a breath apart, his heart beating against mine. The warmth of his body caging mine was a sharp contrast to the cold ice beneath me.
“Are you okay?” he asked, the heat of his breath warming my cheeks.
“Yeah. You?”
“Totally.”
I gazed at his face. His lips were parted, his eyes smoldering. The heat of his body was melting the ice beneath me. Melting the distance that separated us.
The weight of Drake’s body kept me from moving. “Can you help me up?”
“Not yet. I like being on top of you.”
I like you on top too. “It can’t be that hard—”
“Yeah, it is that hard. Very hard.” He rocked his hips against me.
Gah! It was hard. Very, very hard.
His eyes blazing into mine, he traced my lips with his fingertip and then leaned in closer until I could practically taste his minty breath. I could feel my heart pounding, hear my breathing grow labored. My lips parted, partly because I needed to get oxygen into my lungs and partly because I wanted him to devour them. I wanted him to kiss me so badly I could scream. As his lips were about to touchdown, a little voice caused us both to jolt. Tyson.
Giggling, she skated up to us. “You guys look so funny!”
Yes, we were a tangled pile of arms and legs. But it was more than just the physical. Our emotions were all tangled up too.
“I’m hungry,” said my little girl.
Drake’s eyes burned into mine. “Me too.”
“Me three.” I’d never hungered for a man as much as I did for my new boss, Drake Hanson.
I should have felt relieved that Tyson didn’t catch us kissing, but instead I felt bereft.

 

Author Bio

 

I am a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author who lives in Los Angeles with her Prince Charming-ish husband, twin college-bound princesses, and a bevy of royal pain-in-the-butt pets. A former executive in the entertainment industry with a prestigious Humanitas Prize for promoting human dignity and freedom to my credit, I gave up playing with Barbies a long time ago, but I still enjoy playing with toys with my hubby. While I write in my PJs, I love to get dressed up and pretend I’m Hollywood royalty. My steamy stories feature characters that will make you laugh, cry, and swoon and stay in your heart forever. They’re often inspired by my past life.

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BOOK BLITZ- Call Me, Irresistible by Jess Bryant

 

 

Title: Call Me, Irresistible
Author: Jess Bryant
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: May 1, 2017
Blurb
Impulsive. Irresponsible. Impossible.

 

Lemon Kelly lives in a world that is fast, loud and a little bit crazy. She
left her small hometown for the bright lights of Nashville and has been living
her dream ever since. She’s traveled the world and plays her music for crowds
of adoring fans. She has everything she ever wanted. Only the wants of a 17
year old girl vary greatly from the needs of a grown woman. Is it selfish to
want something more, something like the love she writes songs about?

Can a girl have two dreams? Or will she have to give up one to get the other?
And if so… which? Fame or a family of her own?

Stable. Solid. Safe.

Shane Lowry likes his quiet, controlled life. The always responsible small town
deputy is a father to his three daughters first and foremost. Nothing comes
before them. He had to grow up fast and early and he’s long since stopped
letting silly things like lust control his actions. He doesn’t even date. So
why does he find himself so drawn to the lively girl next door turned country
music superstar that is the complete opposite of what he should want in a
woman?

If he lets her in, she’ll shake up his entire world. He knows it. But is that a
good thing or a very bad thing?

The sparks between them are undeniable. The pull irresistible. And if they take
a chance they just might find what they’ve both been missing.

*Call Me, Irresistible is a standalone, full length, contemporary romance novel
set in Fate, Texas with a guaranteed HEA. It is intended for audiences 18+ due
to language and sexual situations. If you enjoy the quirky characters in this
little town, try other releases by Jess Bryant set in Fate such as the West
Brothers Series.*

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Jess Bryant has always been a writer. As a little girl she spent hours in her room putting pen to paper and creating stories. She’s been reading and writing romance novels since she first stole a book from her aunt’s Harlequin collection when she was thirteen years old. She earned a degree in Public Relations from the University of Oklahoma. When she’s not writing, Jess can usually be found curled up with a glass of wine and a good book or yelling at the television during sporting events with friends and family. For more information on Jess and upcoming releases, contact her at JessBryantBooks@gmail.com.

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BOOK BLITZ- The Big O by Nelle L’Amour

 

 

Title: The Big O
Author: Nelle L’Amour
Genre: Contemporary Romance 
 Release Date: August 4, 2016

 

Blurb

 

From New York Times Bestselling author Nelle L’Amour, a new sizzling   STANDALONE that’s guaranteed to make your panties melt!
The first time Owen King sets eyes on her, she’s in a focus group, biting into a cream-filled donut and having the most orgasmic reaction he’s ever seen. “Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!” she cries out. He’s instantly obsessed.
Aspiring actress, Olive Cumming, has just lost her waitressing job and can’t pay her rent. But when the CEO of Donut King steps out from behind the one-way mirror and hires the curvy respondent to be his assistant, things are about to change. Big time.
Love at first sight has never been a reality for jaded, overworked Owen. And for sweet overweight Olive, love has never been within her reach. But when fate steps in, the king finds his unexpected princess, not knowing that someone is waiting in the
shadows to keep them apart.

WARNING: Be prepared for over-the-top insta-love, a bit of kinky fun,
and some yummy food play. This sugar-coated full-length novel is just waiting
for you to take a bite.
 

 

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Excerpt
I couldn’t
focus behind my closed door. Thanks to the focus group, I had a shitload of
emails to answer and problems to solve, ranging from what we should name our
new caramel custard donut to deciding whether we should shut down our New Haven
store.
All I could
think about was her. My beautiful princess, Olive Cumming.
“Olive…Olive…Olive.”
Oh, how I loved saying her name out loud. It took my breath away and made my
cock stand at full attention.
I’d never
met a woman like her before. Most of them were wafer-thin models and starlets
who viewed my donuts like vermin. I was a big man with an even bigger appetite,
but somehow these women, no matter how gorgeous or glamorous they were, never
sated it. They wanted my money more than they wanted me.
But,
Olive…she was different. She reminded me of my late mother—a big, beautiful
woman, who had an insatiable appetite for life. And she was so wholesome, pure,
and sweet. An innocent virgin. I was still shocked by her confession. Rather
than turning me off, it turned me on. She was mine. Only mine. I’d heard about
falling in love at first sight, but thought it was some bullshit myth. But it
had happened to me. Untrusting, jaded Owen King, The Donut King. I was the
first man to deflower her and now I owned her. And was going to protect her to
the day I died. My princess just didn’t know it yet.
As I stared
blankly at my computer screen, I thought about summoning her to my office and
fucking her over my desk. My cock strained against my pants at the thought of
her delicious ass in the air. But she had her work cut out for her and I vowed
to keep the door that separated us closed. Instead, I began to fantasize what
she looked like with her clothes off. Mentally, I undressed her, piece by
piece, and began to imagine her butt-naked in my mind’s eye. Her luscious
curves, those big fucking tits, her shapely legs all tied together by her
creamy alabaster skin. Closing my eyes, I imagined licking her everywhere, the
sound of her sweet moans filling my ears. I thought more about her ample
breasts, envisioning them as two mounds of soft dough I could knead in my
hands. And at the thought of her nipples, my balls tightened with want. There
was no doubt in my mind they were pink donut-shaped buds puckered with
sprinkles that would harden beneath my touch and make me lust after her. I
yearned to twirl them, tweak them, suck them, and lick them. Imagining this
scenario, I cupped my hand over my hard, hungry cock, buried under my trousers,
and began to jerk off. Stroking myself, I leaned back in my desk chair and
reveled in the sensation.
“Sir…”
Snapping my
eyes open, I immediately straightened up. Olive! I thought my cock would have a
heart attack.
“Yes?” My
beauty. My princess. My love.
“I put
together a file with the information you need.”
My eyes
darted to the thick folder in her hand.
“If you
don’t mind me saying, I think ZAP! is the perfect advertising agency.”
“And why is
that, Olive?”
“Because
the founder and CEO, Jaime Zander, is on the cutting edge. He totally
transformed his wife’s company, Gloria’s Secret, into a global force.”
“The
lingerie company?”
“Yes. I
love that store. I wish I could shop there, but I can’t afford it.”
“And why
else do you think ZAP! would be right for us?”
“Because
based on what I read, Mr. Zander works quickly and efficiently and always stays
on budget.”
Fuck. Not
only was she sexy as hell, but she could also think. Digest information,
something none of my previous assistants could do as the only thing they wanted
to digest was my cum.
“Thank you,
Olive. Just put the folder on my desk.”
My eyes
stayed on her as she did as I asked. Holy shit. Those delectable tits, so alive
with their bounce, as she strutted my way. Her days of not affording Gloria’s
Secret were over. I was going to order sexy lace bras in every color—along with
matching panties—and make them part of her job uniform.
“Anything
else, sir?” she asked as she set the folder down.
Bend
over and spread your legs.
And let me fuck you over my desk.
What the
hell was wrong with me? My hormones burned through me.
Fucking
love.

 

Author Bio

 

I am a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author who lives in Los Angeles with her
Prince Charming-ish husband, twin college-bound princesses, and a bevy of royal
pain-in-the-butt pets. A former executive in the entertainment industry with
a prestigious Humanitas Prize for promoting human dignity and freedom to my
credit, I gave up playing with Barbies a long time ago, but I still
enjoy playing with toys with my
hubby. While I write in my PJs, I love to get dressed up and pretend I’m
Hollywood royalty. My steamy stories feature characters that will make you
laugh, cry, and swoon and stay in your heart forever. They’re often inspired by
my past life.
To learn
about my new releases, sales, and giveaways, please sign up for my newsletter
and follow me on social media. I love to hear from my readers.
 
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BOOK BLITZ- Tapped by Cora Cade

 

Title: Tapped
Series: Love on the Rocks #1
Author: Cora Cade
Genre: Steamy Contemporary Romance
Release Date: July 16, 2016
Blurb
One night is all she wanted.Georgia Burke is on a mission to find a sexy one night stand. After she catches
her cheating ex with her friend, in Georgia’s apartment no less, she visits her
brother in his sleepy lakeside town to regroup. Her first night at Fox Lake and
she finds the Drunken Duck pub and puts her plan into motion. Almost.

Will Calder is looking for the real deal. He’s done with the short-term flings
and wants to find a woman ready for everything he has to offer. Will’s
determined to show Georgia more than just a single night of debauchery and
he’ll do everything in his power to keep her close.

Georgia’s going to find Will’s idea of the perfect woman isn’t what she
expected. She’ll have to face her own insecurities to land the sexy contractor
or settle for the vacation fling she anticipated.

Warning: Contains a curvy woman with a geeky streak and the contractor out to
win her heart. Expect a sexy romp with a man who knows how to work with his
hands.

 

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Chapter  1
 
Georgia Burke slipped a hand
down her hip, smoothing her favorite skirt in place as the summer breeze
whipped across the lake.
  The last thing
she needed was to flash the Drunken Duck patrons on the patio a look at her
girly bits.
  Granted, they were covered
in her sexiest pair of cream lace panties, and she was here to pick up a hot
man to do the dirty with, but her newfound brazen spirit only went so far.
If she was
lucky it would actually survive until she ordered a drink at the bar.
Georgia’s confidence
crumbled as she made her way to the front entrance of the pub and a group of
guys on the patio started laughing.  Two
pointed at her and the third whipped his head around to see her.  They all had classically good looks, short
hair and lean muscles behind fitted t-shirts.
Young.  They snickered at her
expense again, but she squared her shoulders and moved into the interior of the
pub.
Fuck them
and their frat boy mentality.
Women came
in all shapes and sizes, and if they expected every female to fit their version
of sexy, they were going to be sorely mistaken when they got out in the real
world.
Georgia put
a little extra swing into her walk as she gathered her confidence again.  She had great tits and a curvy build with no
shame in showing off.  It might’ve taken
years to find that confidence, only to have it knocked back by her last
boyfriend, but she wasn’t letting any man dictate how she felt about herself
ever again.
Fuck that
and fuck them.
And with
that final thought, she took her size sixteen ass straight to the mahogany bar
and ordered a very nice local craft beer on tap.  The little pixie behind the bar served it up
without fuss and started Georgia a tab.
While she
was sipping at her beer and scoping out the crowd, a body bumped into her right
arm.  The beer splashed down the front of
her fitted, white shirt, highlighting the lace bra underneath for anyone to
see.  After setting her half empty beer
down, Georgia turned to face the guy who had yet to apologize or acknowledge he
was most definitely in her personal space.
It might be a Friday night on the lake, but it was still relatively
early and the place wasn’t busting at the seams yet.
It was one
of the college boys from the patio.  He
had a self-satisfied smirk on his face, staring down Georgia’s top but never
really looking at her face.
“Nice
rack for a fat chick.”
Before she
could speak up, the petite bartender scooped up her glass and handed over a
stack of bar napkins.  “Apologize to
the lady.”
“It
was an accident.”
The
bartender, all five feet nothing of her, leveled the kid across from her with a
glare that could melt the skin off his face and said, “Acting like a dick
in my bar will get your ass kicked out.
Now apologize.”
“Babe,
this isn’t even your bar.  And I’m a
paying customer. No one’s kicking me out.”
Georgia
raised a lone eyebrow at the kid’s audacity, but the bartender across from her
just threw her head back and laughed.
And laughed some more.
When she
dropped her head back down there wasn’t any lingering humor on her face.  She was all business and looked a little bit
deadly.
“That
mountain standing behind you,” she lifted a finger to point at a very
severe, and very large, man that appeared behind the frat boy, “is my
husband.”
“Molly?”
Georgia did
a double take when the massive man slapped a hand down on the kid’s
shoulder.  He was tall, well over six
feet, built like a brick house, and completely bald.  Dead sexy as well.  But that was all secondary to how quickly the
frat boy paled when he turned to face Molly’s husband.
“Cal,
be a doll and show this dick and his friends off the property.”
The kid
sputtered as Cal led him away with a firm grip without another word.
Georgia
turned around and faced Molly behind the bar.
“Thanks, but you didn’t have to kick anyone out because of
me.”
Molly
frowned.  “Honey, those fucking
clowns needed to go.  They’re predators
and it was just a matter of time before Cal throat punched them.  It was my pleasure.”
Even though
she smiled, Georgia didn’t know what to say in response to that, so she just
started to mop up her wet shirt.
“You
vacationing here?  Haven’t seen you
around before.”
“My
brother lives here and I’m house sitting while he’s road tripping with my
nephew. I just got in this afternoon.”
“You’re
Dane Burke’s kid sister?  Georgia,
right?”
Georgia’s
head snapped up.  “You know
Dane?”
Molly
shrugged.  “Small town.  He’s neighbors with a good friend of
mine.  Nice guy.  Great kid.”
“Yeah,
they’re both pretty great.”
“Welcome
to Fox Lake.”  She paused, placing a
fresh beer down.  “Your neighbor in
the bungalow is Emma Rae, and her man is Gabe.
You let any of us know if you need something while you’re here.”
Georgia
nodded, then sat back and took in the petite woman.  Small town hospitality at its finest.  She might actually like it here.  “I appreciate that. I’m a little out of
my element right now.”
Molly
leaned forward and rested her arms on the bar before speaking.  “Stop back in through the week
sometime.  It’s typically quieter, and
I’ll buy you a drink.  We’re going to be
friends, chick.”
Georgia let
a slow smile spread across her face.
“I’d like that, Molly.”
“Good.  I’ll be back to check on you in a bit.  Crowds going to be picking up
soon.”  She slapped a hand down on
the bar before walking away.
Georgia
scanned the area again.  It looked like
everyone was paired off or in groups.  So
much for her grand plan to score a hot guy for some dirty sex.  It was probably a dumb idea anyway.  Just because you found your jerk boyfriend
sticking it in your friend, in your bed, and in your apartment, doesn’t mean
snapping up a random dude at a bar was a good idea.
But it
definitely sounded like fun.
Author Bio
Nestled away in a small Ohio town, Cora spends her days
surrounded by cornfields, her husband, and her three rotten dogs. She writes
small town romances that give you fierce heroines and strong, stand-up guys.
Warning: Flirty and dirty books guaranteed to make you drunk
in love.
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BOOK BLITZ- Wicked Revenge by Zoey Derrick

Title: Wicked Revenge
A Wicked Angels MC Novel
Author: Zoey Derrick
Genre: MC Erotic Romance
Release Date: April 24, 2017

 

Blurb

 

“Hot and
sexy biker plus a female lead who was no wallflower made for a page turner that
hooked me and wouldn’t let me go. If you adore MC books like I do, grab this
one.” – USA Today Bestselling Author, Terri E. Laine

 

He was my protector when the world failed me.

He hid me away to keep me safe.

Protected me from those who would destroy me after they destroyed my family.

He wasn’t innocent, he was going to be the president of the Wicked Angels MC.

I knew he had secrets, we all do.

But then, he was gone. And I was alone.

Six years after his death, I see the world with new eyes, but those eyes still
want revenge on those who took my safe haven, my family, away from me.

I find myself with two choices. Let it go and move on, or what I’m going to do
– get revenge.

Knowing what I have to do, what I need to do, Logan ‘Loki’ Williams stands in
my way, loyal to the man who protected me all my life.

I have loved him since I was three. He was my brother’s best friend.

But right now, he isn’t my priority.

I’m so close to getting my revenge.

He may figure out my secrets, but I can’t escape him.

I won’t give up my plans for him.

No matter how much he worships my body and calls to my heart.

I will get my wicked revenge. Even if it kills me.

From Bestselling Author, Zoey Derrick, comes a BRAND NEW Standalone novel
about getting back at the ones who’ve hurt you the most. This story is filled
with bikers, biker antics, an Alpha Hero and sassy, feisty, get it done
yourself, Heroine. Wicked Revenge is the First in a Brand New Standalone Series
about the Wicked Angels MC, and clocks in at over 100,000 words!

Cover Model: Jeff Hoffman

Cover Design: Designs by Dana 

**** CONTENT WARNING ****

Contains sexy times between a man and woman, drugs, alcohol, bikers, and
violence.

Be prepared for a ride you’ll never see coming.

 

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Author Bio
Zoey Derrick is a Best Selling Author of Contemporary, Erotic, Erotic Romance and Paranormal Romance from Glendale Arizona. She was once a mortgage underwriter and she now writes full time.
She writes stories as hot as the desert sun itself. It is this passion that drips off of her work, bringing excitement to anyone who enjoys a good and sensual love story.
Not only does she aim to take her readers on an erotic dance that lasts the night, it allows her to empty her mind of stories we all wish were true.
 Her stories are hopeful yet true to life, skillfully avoiding melodrama and the unrealistic, bringing her gripping Erotica only closer to the heart of those that dare dipping into it.The intimacy of her fantasies that she shares with her readers is thrilling and encouraging, climactic yet full of suspense. She is a loving mistress, up for anything, of which any reader is doomed to return to again and again.

 

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BOOK BLITZ- Gangster by Sapphire Knight

 

 

Title: Gangster
Author: Sapphire Knight
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release Date: April 10, 2017

 

Blurb
They call him the Joker, but he doesn’t joke.
He doesn’t even smile- until her.
She’s independent, stubborn, strong and she won’t be one of his toys.
He’s not like other men; he takes what he wants and he wants her.
There are whispers he’s a gangster…that his family has ties to the Italian Mafia.
No one dares to cross him until a hit is put out on his newest obsession.
What they don’t know is just how crazy he really is when it comes to her.He’ll do anything– even go to war.

 

 

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Sapphire Knight is the International Bestselling Author of Secrets, Exposed, Relinquish, Corrupted, Forsaken Control, Unwanted Sacrifices, Friction, Unexpected Forfeit, Russian Roulette, Princess and 1st Time Love.
The series are called Russkaya Mafiya, Oath Keepers MC, Ground and Pound, and Dirty Down South. Her books all reflect on what she loves to read herself.
Sapphire’s a Texas girl who is crazy about football. She’s always had a knack for writing, whether it is poems or stories.
She originally studied psychology and believes that it’s added to her passion for writing.Sapphire is the proud mom of two boys and has been married for thirteen years. When she’s not busy in her writing cave, she’s playing with her three Doberman Pinschers. She loves to donate to help animals and watch a good action movie.

 

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BOOK BLITZ- Foolish Bride by A.S. Fenichel

 

Title: Foolish Bride
Series: Forever Brides #2
Author: A.S. Fenichel
Genre: Standalone Historical Romance
Release Date: March 28, 2017

 

Blurb
Sadly ever
after . . . unless some dreams really do come true?
Elinor
Burkenstock never believed in fairy tales. Sure, she’s always been a fool for
love—what woman isn’t? But Elinor knows the difference between fiction and
truth. Daydreams and reality. True love and false promises. . . . Until the
unthinkable happens, and Elinor’s engagement is suddenly terminated and no one,
least of all her fiancé, will tell her why.
Sir Michael
Rollins’s war-hero days seem far behind him when, after one last hurrah before
his wedding, he gets shot and his injuries leave him in dire shape. He wants
nothing more than to marry Elinor, the woman of his wildest dreams. But
Elinor’s father forbids it . . . and soon Michael is faced with a desperate
choice: Spare Elinor a life with a broken man or risk everything to win her
heart—until death do they part?

 

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A tear
escaped down her cheek. She dashed it away, and the anger replaced her sorrow.
“I don’t want your money, Michael.”
Hands
fisted at his side, he finally met her stare. “What is it then?” She approached
him and touched his arm.
He
flinched, but she refused to back away.
“I want to
know why? I need to know if you ever loved me. I demand to know if everything
you told me was a lie.” There, she’d said it. She dropped her hand away.
He was pale
and thin. Little of his robust figure shone through the robe. “I never lied to
you.”
“Then why?”
He turned
away again. “I would have thought your parents explained that to you already.”
She kicked at the rug, unsure of how to continue.
“Didn’t
your mother explain?” Anger rolled through his words like an army.
In all the
time they’d courted, she had never seen any signs of temper from Michael. He’d
always been kind and loving. Through her fear, her own anger pushed her on. She
stood toe-to- toe with a clearly dangerous man. “I was told that our engagement
was dissolved because you cannot father a child. I will admit it took my mother
quite a long time to get around to explaining that much, and I do not actually
think she knew any more. What I want to know is what that has to do with you
crying off?”
Then he
turned. “I did not cry off. You did.”  “I
did no such thing.” She stomped her foot. “Then your father did.” His tone had
gone flat.
“He had no
right. If you did not end our engagement, then why were we not married today?”
She tried to sound sophisticated, but tears pushed to the surface. His attitude
was so changed. She didn’t know him. Maybe she never had.
“Your
mother explained that.” He lumbered across the room and poured himself a rather
large brandy. The smooth glide that she always admired was gone from his step.
“So if we
had married, then we found that I was barren, you would have tossed me over?”
She was rather proud of how rational she sounded in spite of her sorrow and
raging temper.
“Don’t be
ridiculous.” He swallowed half the glass brandy. His shoulders slumped. “Then
why would you think that I would care?”
“You don’t
understand.” The second half went down in one swallow.
“Clearly.
Perhaps you can explain it to me.”
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A.S. Fenichel gave up a successful IT
career in New York City to follow her husband to Texas and pursue her lifelong
dream of being a professional writer. She’s never looked back.
A.S. adores writing stories filled with love, passion, desire, magic and maybe
a little mayhem tossed in for good measure. Books have always been her perfect
escape and she still relishes diving into one and staying up all night to
finish a good story.

Originally from New York, she grew up in New Jersey, and now lives in the East
Texas with her real life hero, her wonderful husband. When not reading or
writing, she enjoys cooking, travel, history, and puttering in her garden.

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