Cover Reveal- Candy Boys by Jo Raven

 

Title: Candy Boys 

Author : Jo Raven 

Genre : MMF 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Joel and Jethro. Roommates. Total hunks. Inseparable friends. Hot as hell.

Meet my fantasy boyfriends. Aren’t they just the sexiest, cutest thing? I know, right? They totally are. They are hot, too hot for a quiet – and obsessed with them – girl working in a bookshop.

That’d be me, by the way.

There’s also the tiny problem of Joel wanting another girl. And as for Jethro, well… he doesn’t do girls. Or maybe he doesn’t do relationships. He certainly doesn’t do boys, so he isn’t doing his best and very male friend… right? Much less his male friend and me at the same time.

So it’s fine to crush on them. And write a serial story on my blog in which we have tantric sex in every possible position.

All three of us. Together. Touching, and licking, and sucking, and screwing.

Whew.

I mean, it’s okay. It’s perfectly safe. They’ll never even know I exist, much less find out about my blog and my secret fantasy about them.

Right?

Yeah, that’s what I thought, too.

 

 

 

 

Jo Raven is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author, best known for her series Inked Brotherhood and Damage Control. She writes edgy, contemporary New Adult romance with sexy bad boys and strong-willed heroines. She writes about MME fighters and tattoo artists, dark pasts that bleed into the present, loyalty and raw emotion. Add to that breathtaking suspense, super-hot sex scenes and a happy ending, and you have a Jo Raven® story.

 

 

 

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Blog Tour- Complexity by Harper Miller

 

Title: Complexity 
Author: Harper Miller 
Genre: Gay Erotica/Erotic Romance
Release Date: July 8, 2016




 
 
 
Fairy tale endings weren’t made for people like me. Happy for now usually ain’t in the cards, either.
 
The dents on my wall from where my headboard kept knockin’ against the same spot was the first clue that I needed to calm my ass down. At the rate I was racking up notches and plowing through hookups, I wasn’t ever gonna find nothing real. Guess I kinda jinxed myself. I created my circumstances. You can’t get what you want if you keep falling back into the same pattern of bad habits. But then things changed. I stumbled onto somethin’ I never in a million years expected to happen. You gotta understand, I’m never the guy who wins. It was supposed to be just sex, but that shifty rhyming and scheming bastard, Cupid, pulled a fast one.
 
I may have changed some stuff to protect a couple of people. But before you go believing the tabloids, make sure you understand that you’re gettin’ the lowdown straight from the source.
 
I needed to get this off my chest, and it’s only fair that you at least get my side of it all. At some point, I might regret telling you any of this, but for now, you need to know.
 

*Disclaimer* This is a novella. Not a short story, novelette, or novel. This tale features an M/M pairing. If gay erotica/erotic romance is not your cup of tea and you are offended by same-sex relationships or crass language, you should bypass this story. Content is intended for a mature audience, 18+.
 
Complexity is the fourth installment in The Kinky Connect Chronicles. The Kinky Connect Chronicles are short erotic stories/novelettes all wrapped up in neat little bows. These stories are standalones. No cliffhangers in the lot!
 
 
All Romance KOBO  B&N


 
 
© Harper Miller 2016
“Hey,” he says. The hoarse sound of his voice catches me off guard and a stabbing sensation seizes my chest. I know it’s all in my head, but it’s like rapid, tiny needle pricks all over my skin.
 
I’m a mess.
 
Has it only been a week since I’ve heard his voice? Hearing him now—just that one syllable—is painful relief. No matter what’s going through my head, right now I’ve gotta keep my shit together.
 
“Hey, yourself.”
 
“It’s good to hear your voice, Manny. You’ve been avoiding me.” Wasn’t a question, but a statement—a true statement.
 
“Yep,” I nonchalantly reply. “If you’re leaving messages and callin’ me ‘Emmanuel,’ then you must really wanna get my attention.”
 
He lets out a half chuckle. “I’ve been trying to get your attention all week. I’ve missed your company. Care to tell me why you’re shunning me?”
 
I avoid answering his question and ask one of my own instead. “Were you really gonna make a trip up here?”
 
Ever since this little thing between us started, I’ve always headed downtown to his place. He’s never come up here. Too many things could go wrong and make a bad situation epically worse. There are mild fuckups and things you can’t come back from. Me taking the trip downtown is a better bet.
 
“If you didn’t pick up your phone, yes. I’ve been calling and calling and calling. And would have pounded on your door all night. I’d do whatever needed to be done until you talked to me. It’s been a week, Manny. Talk to me. Tell me what’s going on.”
 
Avoiding his question again, I say, “That ain’t the smartest move, loco. You’re not exactly unrecognizable. The paparazzi would be up here with the quickness. Not to mention the cops. You don’t come up here making a crapload of noise and not expect the cops to get called.”
 
“Yeah, you’re right. It was a dumb idea, but I wasn’t thinking. You do that to me, you know—cause me to not think straight.”
 
“I see,” I respond with a low grunt. He always does that shit. Make comments about how I affect him. I quickly wonder if he’d been leavin’ me a trail of bread crumbs all this time. Hope slams against my rib cage. Does he have feelings for me too?
 
“Can I see you, Manny?” he asks, his voice that syrupy-sweet tone he uses when we’re in bed. The shit that sucker punches me right in the gut. And now I’m hot, but for an altogether different reason.
 
“What do you need to see me for? Armand not occupying enough of your time?” I was being a dick, but whateva.
 
“Ah, so now we’re getting somewhere. That’s why you’ve been avoiding me? Because of Armand?”
 
I remain silent.
 
“Manny?”
 
“What?” I can’t deal right now. Not with the way he says my name. . . .Manipulative bastard.
“Come see me. Let’s talk about it.”
 
“Nah. No need.” I’m acting like a pissy bitch, but I don’t care. “Got a client in the morning and have to be up early.”
 
“Fine, you won’t come here, then I’m coming to you.”
 
“Didn’t we just agree that that is a dumb idea? What the fuck are you doing?”
 
“You might not want to talk, Manny, but clearly some things need to be addressed. Avoiding the issue won’t make it go away. We need to straighten this out, now.”
 
“Mierda,” I mumble under my breath.
 
“I’ll be there in an hour,” he says before hanging up, leaving me no time to talk him out of it.
 
I almost fling the phone across the room, but if I do, I won’t have shit to use once it’s broken. I bite down on my tongue to tamp back my anger, and I ain’t tasting whiskey no more.
 
He’s an idiot. An idiot for comin’ into my space. An idiot for putting himself out there like that. So what if I wouldn’t go to him? I had been tryna put some distance between us, but it only seemed to make shit more difficult for me, and there is only one explanation.
 
Love. I’m in love with a guy, and I’m so fuckin’ angry. Angry because I can’t do anything about it. I tried to fight it, and I mean hard, but the way I reacted to his voice and to him threatening to trek up to my apartment, risking shit just to talk to me, tells me all I need to know.
 
I am in love with Christopher.


 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 

Harper Miller is a thirty-something native New Yorker. She’s traveled the world and lived in a variety of places but always finds her way back to the Big Apple. A lackluster love life leaves time to explore new interests, for Harper it is writing. The Sweetest Taboo: An Unconventional Romance is her debut novel. In her mind, the perfect Alpha male possesses intellect, humor, and a kinky streak that rivals the size of California. When she isn’t writing, Harper utilizes her graduate degree in the field of medical research. She enjoys fitness-related activities, drinking copious amounts of wine and going on bad dates.
 
 
 

 

Twitter ➝ @authorharpmill 
 
 
 
 


 

 

Blog Tour- A Little Band OF Red by Lilly Freeman


 
 
Title : A Little Band of Red
 
Author : Lily Freeman
 
Genre: Contemporary Erotic, BDSM novel.
 
 
 
 
 
 
Polly Jayne Lester’s life was falling apart. Between her cheating fiancé and her narcissistic boss, she could see no way out. That was until an unexpected lottery win changed everything. With millions in her bank account, PJ abandons her old life to start a new one in London. It’s there she finds her dream home on the banks of the Thames, and also her dream man—in a bondage club. But it’s the other man, watching from the shadows, who will ultimately claim her heart. 
Luke Monroe is tired of playing a role that has left him emotionally void and completely alone. For the past fourteen years, all he has known is sadism and control. But on the night he decides to walk away from everything, he sees her, in the club—the one woman that could change everything. The only problem is, she’s on her knees submitting to another man. 
Refusing to give up his last chance at finding happiness, Luke bides his time: waiting, plotting.  
Filled with trepidation and excitement, PJ returns to Bond Street, only to find herself at the mercy of a stranger. Master Luke is a fantasy, dominant and sexy, charismatic and passionate. Yet the illusion he so effortlessly created for her is shattered when she discovers he’s a sadist, known for his cold-hearted brutality. PJ flees.  
But when a phone call has her returning to the club, he’s waiting—her beautiful, blue-eyed nightmare. Luke is relentless as he charms his way back into her life. But why? PJ is not a masochist. She can see no future for them. Yet despite their irreconcilable differences, neither of them can deny the attraction that first brought them together. 
The question is, how much should love hurt?
 


Amazon US

Amazon UK 

 
 

 

 

 
 
I didn’t discover writing like most authors do. There was no childhood dream, no undeniable urge to put pen to paper. My story started off with an unexpected life changing event : a sizeable tax refund and a water-taxi ride caught from the wrong side of the Thames. I’ve always been an avid reader and a daydreamer, so when an idea for a novel was born from those three seemingly unrelated events, I ran with it.
That idea became an obsession and also a passion. My characters are big and bold, the men are dominant to a fault and the women are strong and sassy. I’m fascinated by the concept of fate. One decision causing another and another, all of them having consequences which ultimately draw my characters together only to tear them apart. There will always be a happy ending, because there’s no denying, I’m a romantic at heart – but a little pain woven amongst all that pleasure makes for a very explosive plot.
When I’m not writing or meticulously plotting my next novel, I am a wife and a mother. I have a healthy appetite for physically challenging sports and I love coffee. If all else fails you’ll find me reading a book which was how my journey began and will no doubt be how it will end.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 

Release Blitz- Complexity by Harper Miller


 
Title: Complexity 
Author: Harper Miller 
Genre: Gay Erotica/Erotic Romance
Release Date: July 8, 2016
 
 
 
 
 

Fairy tale endings weren’t made for people like me. Happy for now usually ain’t in the cards, either.

The dents on my wall from where my headboard kept knockin’ against the same spot was the first clue that I needed to calm my ass down. At the rate I was racking up notches and plowing through hookups, I wasn’t ever gonna find nothing real. Guess I kinda jinxed myself. I created my circumstances. You can’t get what you want if you keep falling back into the same pattern of bad habits. But then things changed. I stumbled onto somethin’ I never in a million years expected to happen. You gotta understand, I’m never the guy who wins. It was supposed to be just sex, but that shifty rhyming and scheming bastard, Cupid, pulled a fast one.

I may have changed some stuff to protect a couple of people. But before you go believing the tabloids, make sure you understand that you’re gettin’ the lowdown straight from the source.

I needed to get this off my chest, and it’s only fair that you at least get my side of it all. At some point, I might regret telling you any of this, but for now, you need to know.



*Disclaimer* This is a novella. Not a short story, novelette, or novel. This tale features an M/M pairing. If gay erotica/erotic romance is not your cup of tea and you are offended by same-sex relationships or crass language, you should bypass this story. Content is intended for a mature audience, 18+.

Complexity is the fourth installment in The Kinky Connect Chronicles. The Kinky Connect Chronicles are short erotic stories/novelettes all wrapped up in neat little bows. These stories are standalones. No cliffhangers in the lot!


 
KOBO

B&N

 
© Harper Miller 2016
“Hey,” he says. The hoarse sound of his voice catches me off guard and a stabbing sensation seizes my chest. I know it’s all in my head, but it’s like rapid, tiny needle pricks all over my skin.
 
I’m a mess.
 
Has it only been a week since I’ve heard his voice? Hearing him now—just that one syllable—is painful relief. No matter what’s going through my head, right now I’ve gotta keep my shit together.
 
“Hey, yourself.”
 
“It’s good to hear your voice, Manny. You’ve been avoiding me.” Wasn’t a question, but a statement—a true statement.
 
“Yep,” I nonchalantly reply. “If you’re leaving messages and callin’ me ‘Emmanuel,’ then you must really wanna get my attention.”
 
He lets out a half chuckle. “I’ve been trying to get your attention all week. I’ve missed your company. Care to tell me why you’re shunning me?”
 
I avoid answering his question and ask one of my own instead. “Were you really gonna make a trip up here?”
 
Ever since this little thing between us started, I’ve always headed downtown to his place. He’s never come up here. Too many things could go wrong and make a bad situation epically worse. There are mild fuckups and things you can’t come back from. Me taking the trip downtown is a better bet.
 
“If you didn’t pick up your phone, yes. I’ve been calling and calling and calling. And would have pounded on your door all night. I’d do whatever needed to be done until you talked to me. It’s been a week, Manny. Talk to me. Tell me what’s going on.”
 
Avoiding his question again, I say, “That ain’t the smartest move, loco. You’re not exactly unrecognizable. The paparazzi would be up here with the quickness. Not to mention the cops. You don’t come up here making a crapload of noise and not expect the cops to get called.”
 
“Yeah, you’re right. It was a dumb idea, but I wasn’t thinking. You do that to me, you know—cause me to not think straight.”
 
“I see,” I respond with a low grunt. He always does that shit. Make comments about how I affect him. I quickly wonder if he’d been leavin’ me a trail of bread crumbs all this time. Hope slams against my rib cage. Does he have feelings for me too?
 
“Can I see you, Manny?” he asks, his voice that syrupy-sweet tone he uses when we’re in bed. The shit that sucker punches me right in the gut. And now I’m hot, but for an altogether different reason.
 
“What do you need to see me for? Armand not occupying enough of your time?” I was being a dick, but whateva.
 
“Ah, so now we’re getting somewhere. That’s why you’ve been avoiding me? Because of Armand?”
 
I remain silent.
 
“Manny?”
 
“What?” I can’t deal right now. Not with the way he says my name. . . .Manipulative bastard.
“Come see me. Let’s talk about it.”
 
“Nah. No need.” I’m acting like a pissy bitch, but I don’t care. “Got a client in the morning and have to be up early.”
 
“Fine, you won’t come here, then I’m coming to you.”
 
“Didn’t we just agree that that is a dumb idea? What the fuck are you doing?”
 
“You might not want to talk, Manny, but clearly some things need to be addressed. Avoiding the issue won’t make it go away. We need to straighten this out, now.”
 
“Mierda,” I mumble under my breath.
 
“I’ll be there in an hour,” he says before hanging up, leaving me no time to talk him out of it.
 
I almost fling the phone across the room, but if I do, I won’t have shit to use once it’s broken. I bite down on my tongue to tamp back my anger, and I ain’t tasting whiskey no more.
 
He’s an idiot. An idiot for comin’ into my space. An idiot for putting himself out there like that. So what if I wouldn’t go to him? I had been tryna put some distance between us, but it only seemed to make shit more difficult for me, and there is only one explanation.
 
Love. I’m in love with a guy, and I’m so fuckin’ angry. Angry because I can’t do anything about it. I tried to fight it, and I mean hard, but the way I reacted to his voice and to him threatening to trek up to my apartment, risking shit just to talk to me, tells me all I need to know.
 
I am in love with Christopher.


 

 

 

 
 
Harper Miller is a thirty-something native New Yorker. She’s traveled the world and lived in a variety of places but always finds her way back to the Big Apple. A lackluster love life leaves time to explore new interests, for Harper it is writing. The Sweetest Taboo: An Unconventional Romance is her debut novel. In her mind, the perfect Alpha male possesses intellect, humor, and a kinky streak that rivals the size of California. When she isn’t writing, Harper utilizes her graduate degree in the field of medical research. She enjoys fitness-related activities, drinking copious amounts of wine and going on bad dates.
 
 
Twitter ➝ @authorharpmill 
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Release Blitz- Six by James Crow

 

Title: Six 
Author: James Crow 
Genre: Erotica 
 
 
 
 
 
I sell more than sex. I sell experiences. 

My clients are women of taste and style, with money to lavish on their most intimate fantasies.

The contract is clear: Absolute confidentiality. No limits. 100% satisfaction guaranteed.

I take them to that place in the half-light, where pleasure blurs with pain, and sex becomes so much more. Beautiful filth, sweet and dirty and so fucking delicious. They take it all and always come back for more. 

I’m in it for the money, and maybe the pleasure, too.

I don’t do emotional involvement. Ever. I’m a professional, and this is business.

Until she walks in. 

Client number SIX

And things get really fucking complicated.

 
 
 
 
 

 

 

 

 
 
 
James Crow dons a suit by day and a crop by night. When he’s not blending in to corporate suburbia, you’ll find him either penning dirty tales at his laptop, or pinking up some naughty girl’s buttocks. Six is James’ debut full-length novel.
 
 
 

Blog Tour- Shattered Chances by Addison Kline

 

Title : Shattered Chances 
Author : Addison Kline 
Genre, Romance, Suspense 
 
 
 
 
 
“We’re crazy in love, but we’re crazier apart. “From Addison Kline’s Breaking Black series,

Randy and Cheyenne have had a tumultuous love affair spanning two decades.
Meeting as teenagers, they were inseparable, until the impossible happened.
Life had ripped them apart. Chance after chance, their love grew, but the pain intensified with each tear of their hearts.
Life and a man named Trent Myers made sure that their path was steeped with treachery. Not everything is as it appears in this redemption love story of epic proportions.“Every chance we had was shattered, only to allow us to build something more beautiful.”

 
 
 
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Addison Kline is an International Best-Selling Author who resides in Pennsylvania with her family. When she is not writing, she is immersing herself in music, reading to her heart’s content, traveling with her family, or binging on her favorite shows on Netflix that include Wentworth, Bloodlines and Sons of Anarchy.


Addison is a member of the International Thriller Writers Association and while she loves to write in a variety of genres, Addison always says “mystery is her game.” Some of her other favorite sub-genres to write include romantic suspense, psychological thrillers, crime and mafia thrillers.


Some of Addison’s greatest influences to date include Edgar Allan Poe, Stephen King, Ray Bradbury, Harper Lee, Gillian Flynn, Emily Dickinson, Jane Austen & James Patterson.

 

 

Blog Tour- Moonchild by Kate L. Mary




Title: Moonchild 
Author: Kate L. Mary 
Genre : Paranormal 
 
 
 
 
 
In a world fueled by greed and corruption, where airships rule the skies and coalmines have been turned into prisons, Scarlett Moon has one goal: Survive. Being tough and looking out for herself is the only way to stay alive, but when her best friend, Rory, is arrested and returned to the mines, all of Scarlett’s carefully built walls threaten to crumble. 



After being rescued by an airship full of pirates, led by the sexy and irresistible Asher Kimura, Scarlett finds herself surrounded by cons and fugitives, and thrust into the middle of a coal-smuggling business. When they take her to Columbus, the one place she never wanted to set foot in again, she wants nothing more than to get away. And her discomfort only grows as she becomes increasingly drawn to Asher. 



But everything changes when she discovers there may be a way to rescue Rory. Enlisting the pirates’ help, Scarlett sets out on a mission to save her friend, praying that her overwhelming attraction to Asher doesn’t mean the end to her freedom—in more ways than one. 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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Kate L. Mary is a stay-at-home mom to four amazing kids – two boys, two girls – and the wife of an Air Force pilot. She is from the Dayton, Ohio area, where she met her husband when they were both twelve. Since their marriage in 2002, they’ve lived in Ohio, Georgia, Mississippi, South Carolina, California, and currently Oklahoma. She loves zombies (especially The Walking Dead), Coffee, Wine, and Daryl Dixon!