Title: My Personal Bad Boy

Author: Bethany James

Release Date: Sept 30, 2016

 

 

 

I’m searching for wingman or woman. I’m seeking corruption and I want you to be my guide. I’m average, from my average height, to my average weight, to my average hair and my average clothes. I spent New Year’s babysitting when I wanted to be anywhere else.

 

I want a tattoo or maybe a piercing. I want to kiss a girl and have a one-night stand, not necessarily in that order. I’m not a virgin but I may as well be. I want to experiment and gain experience. I’m sick of being the wallflower. I want to be so confident with myself and my sexuality that when I walk into a room head’s turn. Most of all, I want to live.

 

Reply to this message if you think you have what it takes.

 

 

 

“You ever cum with just a cock?”

 

How he thinks I can hold a conversation at this point is beyond me. My mouth is too busy trying to breathe so I shake my head.

 

“I like a challenge,” he replies and then moves his arm, changing the angle I’m bent at.

 

My face hovers above his mattress as he continues to drive into me. God, it’s good, so good but I doubt his ability to locate my elusive g spot.

 

Each of my long-term boyfriends tried, repeatedly. Granted, they were working with knives in comparison to the sword Wes carries between his legs.

 

He loosens his grip on my hands, freeing one. “Hold yourself up.”

 

The moment my hand is on the mattress he lets go of my other hand, then both of my legs are up and he’s taking me like he was pushing a fucking wheelbarrow.

 

My awareness of my own body shifts and with startling clarity recognizes what he’s done.

 

“Oh fuck, that’s it,” I gasp.

 

Houston, Wes has located my fucking G spot.

 

My reaction spurs him on, his fingers digging into the tops of my thighs as his dick hammers uncharted territory. After that, it doesn’t take long.

 

This orgasm is different than the one he gave me with his mouth. Instead of waves that pulse out from my sex, there’s a weight that grows in my core.

 

It both tingles and heats me from within and then, at its peak I cum, tightening around his cock as the warmth travels outward from my center.

 

It tickles my clit, and fills my belly with warmth, it makes my breasts feel heavy and my nipples tingle. My legs? They’ve disappeared altogether except for tension in my feet as my toes curl.

 

“Fuck,” Wes groans, his hips jerking the same way they had earlier when he came.

 

He doesn’t pull out, but lowers my knees back to the bed. Folding forward, I press my cheek to his bed.

 

His hands come to rest on the cheeks of my ass. He rubs them, and runs his finger down the crack of my ass. When it reaches my anus he circles the skin around my hole.

 

“Anyone ever fuck your ass?” He asks.

 

I’m too wrecked to pull away, not that I wanted to. “No.”

 

His finger presses against my hole but not in. “Bad girls love anal.”

 

I can’t help it, I laugh. He moves his finger away and goes back to stroking my cheeks.

 

“You good to drive home?” He asks.

 

If I was any less sated I might have stiffened at his nonchalance. Instead, I appreciate it.

 

“I need the feeling to come back into my legs first. Then I’m good.”

 

He chuckles giving both of my cheeks a squeeze before pulling out. With a soft push of his hand, I topple over to one side. Boneless, I stay there, unconcerned with my nudity.

 

Wes moves around the bed, pinching the tip of the condom and pulling it off. He ties a knot at the end and then tosses it somewhere, hopefully in a trashcan but I don’t lift my head to confirm it.

 

His cock is soft now, and way less intimidating. Part of me feels like I deserve one of the tee-shirts you can buy after riding a rollercoaster, I survived the Wesosuarus Cock, or something like that.

 

 

Bethany James was born and raised Florida, currently residing in Tampa. When she isn’t writing you can most likely find her with her nose buried in a book.

 

 

Peace of Infinity by Maegan Abel Release Blitz

Title: Peace of Infinity

Author: Maegan Abel

Release Date: Sept 19, 2016

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Soul Mates.

 

Two words that bring out a wide range of meanings, depending on who you're asking.

 

According to Evangelie Walker, the women in her family are cursed. She's watched this curse run rampant her entire life and she's not about to fall into the trap. To protect herself, Evie keeps everyone at arm's length, aside from her sister, Cara.

 

Things are a little different for Gavin Jericho. He's spent his life waiting for Evie, just like he always does. He knows, without a doubt, she'll appear at some point and the hollow ache he always feels during the wait will give way to the completeness she brings.

 

There are theories about soul mates ranging anywhere from completely romanticized Fiction to scientific belief of one soul separated into two bodies. But is it a blessing or a curse to be tied so undeniably to another soul?

 

Can you find peace in your Infinity?

 

 

 

 

 

I wanted to scream. I wanted to beg him to look at me, really look at me, and tell me how to let him in the way he wanted. I just wasn’t enough, even though I tried. And that killed.

 

“I’m the kind of bitch who is usually proud of that title. I’m the kind of bitch who wears that title like fucking armor.” My voice wobbled and it pissed me off. His expression didn’t change and that just hurt more. How could he bring me to the brink of breaking and not even care? “I’m the kind of bitch who is just barely not bitch enough to pretend that it doesn’t bother me that you see me as a bitch.”

 

He pushed up, coming to stand right in front of me again, and I did everything in my power not to run away from him and the damage he could cause. This was only the beginning of what Infinity could do and I knew that, but I wasn’t sure I could stop it now. His hand lifted, almost like he was going to touch me, but at the last second, he raked his fingers through his own hair instead. “You’re trying to protect yourself from the wrong things, Evie. You’re guarding yourself on the wrong side and I’m afraid—no, I’m actually fucking terrified that by the time you open your eyes and see that, it’s going to be too late.”

 

Maybe it was already too late.

 

“It’s easier to give up everything now than to see how good it can really be and lose it,” I whispered, keeping my eyes on his with a great deal of effort.

 

He shook his head. “That’s just it. You won’t lose it. This thing between us, that’s the way it works. We all live, we all die, we all start over. The best part of that is knowing that when we start over, we have someone there the next time. And the next.” He sighed and this time he cupped my cheeks with his warm hands. I hadn’t taken the time to really enjoy the way his big hands felt when they touched me. Any part of me. I needed to. “This is the beauty of Infinity. This. Us. Knowing we will always find one another again.”

 

I had no words. None.

 

He bent his forehead to mine and closed his eyes. My body shuddered as his sigh washed over me, then he tilted his head up and pressed his lips to my forehead.

 

“I meant what I said earlier,” he whispered against my skin, the position keeping me from being able to see his face. “I have always loved you. And I always will.” It hit me all at once then. His words felt like goodbye, and it terrified me. My hands came up of their own accord, grabbing his back near his shoulders as if I could hold him to me…as if I could keep us together by sheer force of will.

 

But I couldn’t find my voice. My fear choked me and kept me from saying the words that would make him stay.

 

 

 

 

Maegan despises writing about herself in the third person. She also hates touting her accomplishments like she thinks she’s really done anything special…

 

Now that we got that out of the way, I’ll tell you what you need to know. I was born and raised in Tulsa, Oklahoma. I went back to school in my late twenties and studied Stage Production Technology. I now work full-time in the alterations shop of a major department store and part-time backstage in the various theatres around the area.

 

I’ve been an avid reader from a very young age and the top goal on my list of things to accomplish in my life was to write and publish a book. During the summer of 2013, while working backstage on The Lion King, I read eleven books in four weeks. I read my first New Adult book and was introduced to a genre I felt I could totally relate to. The idea for Perfectly Broken and the character of Lili was born backstage during that time.

 

   

Title: Epic Love

Series: Epic Fail #3

Author: Trudy Stiles

Release Date: Sept 19, 2016

 

 

 

HEATH STRICKLAND, the son of a prominent district attorney, lived his life surrounded by violence and crime. He was an unwilling witness to the corrupt lives his father swore to prosecute and keep behind bars. His escape was his music, which eventually led him to replace the iconic singer of the world famous band, Epic Fail.



NOELLE DURAND lived in luxury, growing up on a sprawling estate, with everything she could ever want or need. Her life, to everyone else, seemed perfect. Perfect house. Perfect things. Perfect family. But nothing at all was perfect. She lived in hell. A hell that nobody on the outside could see.



As a neighbor and childhood friend, Heath would have done anything for Noelle. He would have given up the world to protect her and keep her safe. Their friendship grew into something that neither of them expected. But then she suddenly disappeared, vanishing from his life as if she never existed. He never stopped hoping that one day she would resurface, alive and well. But as time went by, and her family gave up hope, he surrendered his heart to his lost love.



Twelve years later, one phone call changes everything.



EPIC LOVE is the third book in the EPIC FAIL series and can be read as a STANDALONE novel. 



This series is a spinoff from the FOREVER FAMILY series.

 

 

  

 

 

 

“I’m sorry, Noelle. I’m really sorry.” I don’t know what I’m apologizing for. The fact that I don’t believe her weak lie or because I kissed her. No. I’m not sorry for either.

 

“It’s okay. Really. Thanks for caring. And thank you for my birthday gift.” She pauses and brushes her pinkie finger against mine. “You made my birthday really special, and I’ll never forget it.”

 

Without thinking, I loop my pinkie finger around hers, linking them together. Linking us together. We walk to her window like this and I break our connection reluctantly, bringing my hand up to her bruised cheek. “Please be careful,” I beg, and I’m not sure what I’m even begging her to be careful of. I’m just so worried about her.

 

“I will,” she whispers. “Catch a couple fireflies on the way home.”

 

“I’d catch a million for you.” Her eyes light up, a smile on her lips. I want to kiss her again. So bad. But all I do is stare into her eyes and back away. I push the window open as quietly as I can and slide out onto the grass.

 

“Happy Birthday, Noelle.”

 

She smiles as we both slide the window gently along the track, closing it.

 

She leaves her hand pressed against the window and I immediately do the same, covering hers, only the glass pane separating us.

 

Her smile is weak and full of pain.

 

A pain that I would take away from her in an instant if I could.

 

 

 

 

Trudy Stiles is a New Adult Romance author, mom to two beautiful children, and married to the love of her life. She’s the author of the bestselling Forever Family series including “Dear Emily,” “Dear Tabitha,” and “Dear Juliet.” “Epic Sins” is the first book in the Epic Fail series and will continue with at least three more standalone novels. “Epic Lies” is scheduled to release in the Spring of 2016 with “Epic Love” and “Epic Holiday” to follow in the Fall and Winter of 2016. She plans to write many more stories about some of the characters you’ve already met, and maybe a few new ones.

 

Trudy is a music junkie and you’ll know that she’s writing when you see her plugged into her laptop with her earbuds in. Her playlist is unique and is a must for her writing sprints.

 

When she’s not writing, she’s carting her children to their various activities while avoiding any kind of laundry or housework. She also loves to run along the boardwalk of the beautiful New Jersey shore.

 

She celebrates Wine Wednesday almost every day.

 

   

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“I can’t go on with him when all I can think about is you,” I finally confess. “I need you out of my life.”
Silence fills the room. All I can see is him, so close to me. He doesn’t look at me—his gaze lingers on my dress, those long lashes hiding his emotions. I don’t know what he’s thinking. His breath is hot on me, and I want more. He presses a hand softly against my hip and melts me to my core. I want him to say something. I want him to tell me he doesn’t want to see me with David. I want him to be angry, to feel something.
But he’s so damn calm.
Until…
Finally, he looks up at me, his gaze slowly reaching mine. In his eyes I see anger, hurt, and… desire. He raises his hand to my cheek and touches it. So softly I barely feel it. He runs his free hand through my hair and tugs at my clip, pulling my hair. It hurts, but it also feels so good. He throws the clip to the floor. His fingers are feverish when they get lost in the tangles of my hair. With one hand on my hip, the other twisted in my locks, he presses me hard against the door. His mouth—heated, rough, and wild—lands on mine.
My entire being surrenders to him. He’s so powerful. One press of his hot wet lips and I abandon all my plans. I want to live this moment. If just for a minute, for a second.
I need him.
I open my mouth, wanting more. He tastes like beer, but I love it. I reach for his face. The rough feel of his unshaven jaw scratches my palm. Still, it’s not close enough. I explore further. I want more of him. My hands travel up and get tangled in his soft hair as we deepen the kiss, our mouths hungry, desperate. He grabs my ass and hikes me up as his hips push into me. He growls softly when I bite his bottom lip gently. I feel us falling. Out of control.
I came here to end this, and it’s only brought us closer. To this moment. If we do this, we can’t go back. We need to stop. I know we need to stop, but I can’t seem to pull away. He feels so good. The heat rushing through me, the pressure at my core, the desperate craving. But if we do this, I’ll never get over him. I know it.
And I think about Maggie. What about her?
I moan as I finally manage to tear my mouth from his. I press my hand against his chest, gasping.
He catches his breath and his beautiful eyes, pooling with desire, almost draw me back in. His gaze falls. He knows I can’t do this, that we shouldn’t do this. “I’m sorry.”
Two simple words. Unneeded. I know he’s sorry. I’m sorry too. I’m sorry I came here. I’m sorry I don’t want David. I’m sorry Aiden is the one I crave. I’m sorry I’m falling apart. I’m sorry my plan is in shatters. “I should go.”
He studies me for the longest time, his eyes taking me in wholly: my heavy eyes, my trembling lips, my wandering hands—I’m still touching him. I can’t seem to pull away.
He reaches for my hair, and slowly, softly, he pulls it behind my ear. Then he leans into me, his breath hot on my neck, and he presses his mouth there, sending me to heaven. “I don’t think you really came here tonight to end things with me, Amber.”
I close my eyes, at a loss for words. He’s right.
He trails his hands softly over my hips and down the skirt of my dress. “I think you’re looking for something else altogether. I think you’re restless.” He toys with the hem of my little black dress. His hands explore under it, and the feel of his touch against my bare skin arouses me so much I can barely breathe. “When was the last time you were touched?”
His question catches me by surprise. He’s seducing me wholeheartedly. I just say, “Don’t stop.”
He slowly slips his hand higher up the inside of my thigh and reaches the lace fabric of my panties. “You look fucking amazing.”
His fingers press against my sex, and all the while, he watches me, taking in my reaction. Do I want him to go on? He knows I do. He slides his hands slowly under my soft flowy dress, and I almost melt under his touch. His fingers travel up to my stomach, teasing me. He traces soft, slow circles around my navel and makes me shiver. The sensation of his gentle fingers on my skin makes my core heavy and hot, makes my sex swell and pound. Damn.
I think about Maggie again. “We can’t… what about Maggie?”
His hand stills. “Maggie and I are not together. We were never together.”
A heavy weight seems to lift from me. “But you said…”
He fixes me with dark eyes. “I know what I said. I lied. You’re the only one. The only one I think about, the only one I want.”
I want to kiss him again. I want him inside me. I should pull away, but I can’t. I physically can’t. He can’t stop. Almost as if he can read my mind, he explores further. As his touch travels back to the inside of my thigh, I spot a hint of a smile.
He loves this.








New Second Chance standalone from Roya Carmen.

Torn by tragedy. Reunited by love.

Releasing September 26th.

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Blurb
Torn by tragedy. Reunited by love.

Two years ago, I lost my husband and my brother to the same tragedy. To this day, I hold only one person responsible—Aiden Rogers, the beautiful boy I’ve known forever, the misfit I’ve both loved and hated, the one who always got to me. As far as I’m concerned, he’s the only one to blame.

Now he wants to be part of my life again—when I can finally see a future for my son and myself. I’ve found the perfect man in David, someone I can start over with, a man who will be the perfect father figure for Trevor. I have a plan. At last, I see the light, and I know I can make this work.

I will not let Aiden Rogers drag me back into the darkness.


Author's note: contains sexual scenes and some coarse language.

This is the first book of the Riverstone Estate Series and can be enjoyed as a standalone read.


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The Riverstone Series: A beautiful estate. Three unforgettable love stories.

Following the sudden passing of their father, Amber, Ruby, and Flynn Riverstone inherit the family estate and find themselves facing new challenges, growing closer, and discovering love along the way.




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When I’m not writing, I can usually be found hanging with my family, reading, camping and travelling, painting, yoga-ing (very ungracefully), shooting pool, or at my favourite bookstore café with my book friends.

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For The Love of English by A.M. Hargrove
Release Date: September 15^th, 2016

Synopsis:

From USA Today Bestselling Author, A.M. Hargrove, comes a New Adult, Single Dad, Sexy, Stand Alone Romance.

Single dad, Beckley Bridges, is sexy as hell.
No, really, he’s the hottest thing since the sun was created.
Honest to God, crack an egg on him and the thing will sizzle.
So what’s the problem?
He’s also a gigantic jerk.
I hate the bastard.
I try to avoid him at all costs.
But for some reason, everywhere I go he seems to show up.

Only the real issue is his daughter, English.
She’s an adorable quirky first-grader who’s the sweetest thing since iced tea.
And she’s one of my students but also the love of his life.
So I have to deal with him on a professional level.
It’s not easy.
On a scale of easy to hard, dealing with Beckley Bridges is like nails screeching across a blackboard.

But when English’s mother tries to gain custody after abandoning her on Beckley’s doorstep as an infant, he’ll do anything possible to keep English under his roof.

That’s how he ends up propositioning me.

And crazy as it sounds?

I find myself considering it.

This is a full-length novel that includes mature content not suitable younger readers.

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About the Author:

One day, on her way home from work as a sales manager, USA Today bestselling author, A. M. Hargrove, realized her life was on fast forward and if she didn't do something soon, it would be too late to write that work of fiction she had been dreaming of her whole life. So she made a quick decision to quit her job and reinvented herself as a Naughty and Nice Romance Author.

She fancies herself all of the following: Reader, Writer, Dark Chocolate Lover, Ice Cream Worshipper, Coffee Drinker (swears the coffee, chocolate, and ice cream should be added as part of the USDA food groups), Lover of Grey Goose (and an extra dirty martini), #WalterThePuppy Lover, and if you’re ever around her for more than five minutes, you’ll find out she’s a non-stop talker.

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Cole by Tijan
Release Date: February 13^th, 2017

 

Synopsis:

I shouldn’t have remembered him.

He was just a guy who walked through a restaurant. I didn't know his name. We never made eye contact. There was no connection between us at all.

But I could feel him.

The tingle down my spine. The command in his presence. The snap of tension in the air around him. That was the first time I saw him, and I was captivated.

The second time was different.

He was in the mysterious back elevator of my apartment building. Our eyes met for a fleeting second before the doors closed, and I was staggered. My breath was robbed. My senses on high alert. My body hummed.

That was just the beginning.

He was the leader of the mafia. I was about to fall in love with him, and his name…

Cole Mauricio.

 

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About Tijan:

Tijan is a New York Times Bestselling author that writes suspenseful and unpredictable novels. Her characters are strong, intense, and gut-wrenchingly real with a little bit of sass on the side. Tijan began writing later in life and once she started, she was hooked. She’s written multi-bestsellers including the Carter Reed Series, the Fallen Crest Series, and the Broken and Screwed Series among others. She is currently writing Fallen Crest Six (untitled) along with so many more from north Minnesota where she lives with a man she couldn’t be without and an English Cocker she adores.

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