Saturday, 24 June 2017


It's nothing that a pair of fourth row hockey seats can't fix. Hailey can't resist the offer. Matt can't resist Hailey.
Everything in me is screaming to go after her, but I've got a secret that I'm fairly certain will end up with her roasting my nuts over an open fire. 
 I’m about to be wed to a man I know nothing about. In fact, I don’t even know his last name.
Aaric Christos was a guy who protected me. Wanted me. Maybe even loved me.
That man is gone.
 My two worlds are about to collide with the force of a supernova. Once Raya knows the truth, will she be able to accept all I am?
Despite her better judgment, Phoenix is attracted to Callum. And he’s promising Phoenix a summer she’ll never forget.
I waited, bided my time, and when she was ripe for the taking, I stole a single weekend with her. 
It’s been ten years since he’s had her in his arms, but that hasn’t lessened his intense need for her.
Dallas Drake has a big salary and an even bigger…ego…and he’s not afraid to use either of them to his advantage.

#New from #ShaySavage #Deklan

“You know what I am…what I do.”  It’s a statement, not a question.  I don’t know the specifics of the job, but the image of Deklan holding a gun to my father’s head flashes through my mind.  I nod quickly, and Deklan’s eyes soften slightly.  “I’m not gonna hurt you.”
Deklan stares into my eyes with intensity, his pupils dilated.  I have no idea how to respond to his statement; I don’t even know what he means.  He won’t hurt me right this second?  He won’t hurt me when he fucks me?  Or does he actually mean he’s going to be merciful and wait to kill me in my sleep so I won’t feel anything?
“I know you’re scared,” he says.
“I’m not.”  I don’t even sound convincing to myself.
“I know you are,” he says again.  He releases my chin and sighs.  “You have every right to be scared.  This whole situation is…is…fucked up.”
I can’t argue with the sentiment.
“But I’m not going to hurt you.”
I nod though I’m still not sure I believe it.  Deklan looks back at me.
“Stand up,” he says as he takes my hand in his and pulls lightly.
I do as he asks, and he pulls me around until I’m standing in front of him.  With him sitting on the bed and me standing, we are just about at eye level.  He watches me as he reaches to his waistline and pulls off the plain white T-shirt, and I’m staring at his naked chest.
Every muscle is outlined.  He’s got an eight-pack for abs instead of the usual six.  His shoulders and arms are huge.  They look like they could crush a man without any effort at all.  There’s a long, thin scar near his shoulder.
I look back to his face, and his blue eyes have a softer look about them.  For the first time, I find myself really looking at him.  His cheekbones are high, his jaw strong, and his nose perfectly straight.  His dark hair is cut short, nearly military style, and contrasts sharply with his skin.  The calm displayed in his eyes has changed his appearance completely, and I feel some of my fear slip away.
I watch as he drops his gaze from my face to my body, feeling heat rise to my skin as he looks down to my feet and then back to my eyes.
“You’re a beautiful girl,” he says, and I glance away, embarrassed by his words.  Deklan reaches up and touches my shoulder before slowly tracing his fingers down my arm and gripping my hand until I look back at him.
He takes my hand and places it on his chest, right above his heart, never taking his eyes off mine.  I take in a long breath, wondering why my heart is beating so quickly.  He doesn’t speak.  He just holds my hand against his skin until I move my thumb back and forth, running it along the curve of his pectoral, and a shiver courses through my body.
He’s so warm.  I can’t believe how soft his skin is, considering the hard, external appearance he’s displayed before.  I can feel his heart beating under my palm, and my head swims.
Deklan reaches up to my hips and steadies me.  I didn’t even realize I was swaying.  He moves his hands up and down my sides, and I tense.
“Relax,” he says quietly.
“I don’t know what I’m supposed to do.”
“You can do whatever you want, as far as I’m concerned.”
“But…what am I supposed to do?”
He smiles gently.
“Touch me,” he says.



My father owes a debt.  

I am his currency.
I’m supposed to marry the recently crowned mafia king of the Foley family as repayment for my father’s transgressions.  I don’t understand why the Foleys would want me, but I’ve grown up in a crime family, and I know the ugly consequences of not doing what you’re told.
But as the wedding date approaches, the deal changes, and I’m about to be wed to a man I know nothing about.  In fact, I don’t even know his last name.
Instead of becoming a mafia princess, I’m marrying the henchman.
After one look at him, I’m not sure I’ll survive the wedding night.

Available June 20th.  

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Shay Savage is an independent author from Cincinnati, Ohio, where she lives with her family and a variety of household pets.  She is an accomplished public speaker and holds the rank of Distinguished Toastmaster from Toastmasters International.  Her hobbies include off-roading in her big, yellow Jeep, science fiction in all forms, and soccer.  Savage holds a degree in psychology, and she brings a lot of that knowledge into the characters within her stories.
From the author: “It’s my job to make you FEEL.  That doesn’t always mean you’ll feel good, but I want my readers to be connected enough to my characters to care.”
Savage’s books many books span a wide variety of topics and sub-genres with deeply flawed characters.  From cavemen to addicts to hitmen, you’ll find yourself falling for these seemingly irredeemable characters!
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#NEW #Romanca: Just and Illusion - EP by D Kelly

 We move over to the window and look out at the people dancing below. He moves behind me and pulls my back to his front. His mouth moves to my neck as he blazes a trail of kisses along my collarbone. I’m completely buzzed and not even paying attention to the music anymore, just him and the incredible things he’s doing to my body.
Song after song plays while he plays my body like his own personal instrument. His erection presses into me and his mouth drops to my lips. His mouth never leaves mine as he pushes me back against the window.
“Open your legs wide, Mel,” his husky voice murmurs against my skin as he drops to his knees in front of me. He hikes my skirt all the way up and peels my panties off. We’re right in front of the window and I hesitate. “Remember, they can’t see anything,” he reassures me as his tongue greets my clit. He lifts one leg over his shoulder and groans. “I want these heels wrapped around my neck tonight when we get home.”
The thought of fucking him again makes me even wetter, and from the way he’s relentlessly working his tongue against me, he’s appreciating that fact. When his tongue hits my clit again, and his fingers slide inside of me, tingles flood my body as I grip his hair.
“I’m going to come!” He hooks his finger just right and as his teeth graze my clit, I’m off like a rocket.
As I ride wave after wave of endless bliss, he swaps his fingers for his tongue, making my body hum. The way he insists on drinking down every drop of my release makes me drunk with lust. With careful ease, he places my leg back on the floor and turns me around to face the window. “Lean forward, Amelia, and keep your legs spread. I’m going to fuck you now.”
With my head against the glass, I hear the sound of his zipper and the tear of the condom wrapper. “Arms up,” he commands, pulling my dress over my head when I comply. I’m not wearing a bra with this dress because it’s got built-in support. His hands cup my breasts and he pinches my nipples. His whispered words flutter against my ear. “Imagine they could look up here and see us, Mel.” He takes one hand and thrusts his cock into me, making me cry out with pleasure.
“Do you know how fucking hot that would be for them to look up and see us fucking? For them to see your eyes roll back into your head as I thrust into your body? See that guy down there in the blue shirt by the D.J. stage? He’s looking up this way.” He moves a hand down to my clit and circles it while he pinches my nipple. “Do you think he can see us? He’d be so fucking jealous that I’m balls deep inside my Amelia.”
“Fuck!” My orgasm comes without warning. My pussy clenches around his cock as he slams into me harder and harder.
“That’s it, baby, ride my cock like you fucking own it because you do.” His teeth come down on my shoulder and he bites me again and again. The pain is exquisite. I know I’m going to bruise, but the thought of him marking my skin excites me.
“Make me yours, please!” My walls convulse around him again as he slams into me one final time.
“You’re so fucking amazing, Mel,” he says huskily into my neck after screaming his release. As my heartbeat comes back down to normal levels, I relish the feeling of his body clinging to mine. It’s not the first time we’ve done this by far, but I love how he likes to hang on to me after sex.
“You’re sure they can’t see anything, right? Because that guy is still looking up this way.” He laughs against my bare skin and turns me in his arms.
“As much as I love for the world to know you’re mine, I’d never let anyone watch the way you fall apart under my touch. That is for my eyes only.”


ABOUT Just an Illusion - EP

This is the third book in The Illusion Series. You will need to read the previous books Just an Illusion - Side A and Just an Illusion - The B Side in order to follow along.

Lives are turned upside down …
Everything was perfect before life came to a screeching halt.
When devastating loss flips Amelia’s world on its axis, she loses her spirit. Mel isn’t the only one hurting, though; the members of BAD are also struggling to find their way after that tragic night.
Life goes on …
Amelia’s friends move heaven and earth to help ease her sadness. Knowing she’s on a dangerous precipice, they fight through their own pain to bring her safely to the other side of her grief.
Love can conquer …
Amelia knows bottling up her feelings isn’t helping anything. With love at her fingertips, all she has to do is reach for it. Mel’s loved ones desperately hope she can once again find her way to happiness.
Can Amelia overcome her fears to let love in again, or will she let the weight of that night continue to drown her in sorrow? 


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D. Kelly, author of The Acceptance Series, The Illusion Series, and standalone companion novels Chasing Cassidy and Sharing Rylee, was born and raised in Southern California. She’s a wife, mom, dog lover, taxi, problem fixer, and extreme multi-tasker. She married her high school sweetheart and is her kids’ biggest fan.
Kelly has been writing since she was young and took joy in spinning stories to her childhood friends. Margaritas and sarcasm make her smile, she loves the beach but hates the sand, and she believes Starbucks makes any day better.
A contemporary romance writer, D. Kelly’s stories revolve around friendship and the bond it creates, strengthening the love of the people who share it. For all things D. Kelly, you can visit her website.

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#NEW from #StephieWalls: Redemption #SneakPeek

I pulled into my spot in the driveway, taking several deep breaths before exiting the car to go in the house. We’d lived here for a handful of years, but suddenly, I didn’t feel welcome in my home. Part of me wondered if the key would even work in the lock. When I stepped inside, I didn’t expect Matt to be standing in the foyer. His arms were crossed over his chest, his feet wide in an aggressive stance. The way his stare penetrated me was haunting. I’d never seen that look on his face. He never had so much as given me a sideways glance. Matt had a gentle spirit when it came to people he loved but was pure alpha outside of those relationships. It was one of the things I’d fallen in love with—the bad-boy exterior with a heart of gold.
The gold had been replaced with ice, and I’d been the one who’d frozen his heart.
“I didn’t expect you to come back.” There wasn’t a hint of emotion behind his statement. Years in the military had given him the ability to remain stoic regardless of the war that raged inside. I saw the anger in his eyes, the hatred in the way he stared at me.
My shoulders slumped in defeat. I hadn’t expected anything different except possibly indifference, avoidance, isolation. I never anticipated Matt’s confronting me the moment I walked through the door. It was like he’d been staring out the window waiting for me to pull up. Or maybe he’d been on guard in the entrance since I’d been released yesterday.
“Matt…” His name was merely a whisper of uncertainty.
“Don’t Matt me.”
I didn’t know what to do. I owned the house, too. I had every right to be here even if he didn’t want me to be. I agreed no one owed me anything, but even if he wanted me to leave, there was still the matter of my name on the mortgage, my things in the closets and rooms. If he wanted me to leave, I would, but I had to collect enough to survive which was all I’d be doing—surviving.
“Lissa, I’ve loved you since we were five, but I can’t stand the sight of you right now.” The way he gritted the words out expressed his fury in a way that frightened me.
“Do you want me to leave?” I’d do whatever he needed me to do. There was no fight in me, not for this.
He let out a long sigh, his anger turned to hurt. He was in agony, just like I was. Losing Joshua was more than life-altering, it was life-ending.  “I don’t know what I want. I want to lash out at you. Scream, rage. But none of that will bring him back.”
“I know.” It was the truth—the bitter truth of my actions.
“You don’t know! One minute I want to squeeze the life out of you—prevent you from ever taking another breath. But the next, I want to reach out to you and hold you, mourn with you. Love you the only way I know how. I can’t stand the sight of you but can’t sleep without you. I want to hate you but don’t know how to do anything other than love you.” His hands dropped to his side, fists clenched. Releasing, closing, the knuckles going white each time he retracted his fingers. Matt was a trained killer, one of the governments’ prized weapons. He could end me in the blink of an eye or torture me for days.
My head bobbed in a slow nod. I knew exactly how he felt. The same emotions assaulted my own psyche every second of the day.
“For fuck’s sake, Lissa. Say something!”
“I don’t have anything I can say to take away your pain, Matt. Joshua’s life is on me. I took that. I didn’t mean to. God, I didn’t mean to. But that doesn’t matter. None of it matters because none of it changes anything. My remorse doesn’t bring him back, and it doesn’t atone for my sins. It’s just that—regret.

The latch on the door clicked when the knob was turned. I glanced at the clock to see it glow 3:04 am. I only had three hours left to pretend I was asleep before I could get up and do this all over again. I didn’t turn over to see what Matt wanted. I assumed it was him but almost prayed it was a home invader who’d end this nightmare once and for all. When the covers receded, and a warm body filled the spot behind me, I knew it was my fiancé and not the grim reaper.
My body tensed, unsure of why he was here. I waited with bated breath not knowing how to respond. When he finally draped his arm over my hip and pulled me to him, I relaxed into the comfort I didn’t deserve.
“I can’t sleep without you, Lissa.” The thought lingered in the air without my response. “I want to hate you, but my soul needs you.” His words broke—the crack in his voice an indication of how hard he fought the emotion.
I put my hand over his and laced our fingers together. “I’m so sorry, Matt.” I was choked up. Regret, fear, grief—they all moved through me as his warmth surrounded me.
“I need to feel you. I need your skin on mine to remind me I’m alive.”
The last thing I wanted was sex, but if it brought him comfort, I’d allow him to use me in whatever way he needed. I owed that much to him. Without further thought, I removed my shirt and shimmied out of my panties. Reaching behind me, I found Matt already naked. We never slept with clothing on, but I hadn’t expected him to be that way tonight. When I turned to him, he uttered words I never thought I’d hear.
“It’s going to be painful and rough. Don’t mistake this for pleasure, Lissa.”
I turned over and nodded, hoping he could see me by the light of the moon that washed through the window.
Matt hadn’t lied. There was nothing pleasurable about sex that night. It was punishing and aggressive in a way I’d never experienced, but I’d do anything to try to right the wrong in our relationship. He took and took for almost an hour. My vagina was raw and irritated when he finally grunted his release. Tears leaked from the corners of my eyes, not because of what he’d just done, but because he’d needed to do it.
I didn’t know if we’d ever survive this, or if either of us would come back from it—but I’d give myself to him over and over in hopes of gaining his forgiveness or even the chance for an explanation. I was desperate for him to understand I hurt just as much as he did but knew I didn’t deserve that opportunity. I could only hope that time would provide some level of understanding on both of our parts.
When he was done, he didn’t bother to clean either of us up. He resumed his place behind me with a vice grip on my body. His breathing fell into a steady rhythm, and while he slept, I stared out into the night waiting for dawn. When the sun finally graced me with its presence, I slipped from his clutches and donned a pair of sneakers. The only thing I knew to do was run.



Desperate for the ultimate forgiveness, Melissa Jackson offers herself up in the most selfless way. But, by atoning for her past, she could lose her future as she tries to keep her secret from unraveling at the feet of the man she adores.

Daniel Hadley becomes enamored with the wrong woman at the right time. Forever the playboy, Dan falls for the redhead with a jaded past, but all he can see is the gift she so freely gives. Her soft spirit and noble gesture have him head over heels, even though it could be his undoing.

Hoping to right her wrongs, Lissa embarks on what will prove to be one of the most difficult challenges of her life. Clueless to the turmoil she hides, Dan plans for a future that might never be. Together, they set off on a journey to discover their path and fulfill their destiny.


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Stephie Walls is a literary whore - she loves words in all forms and will read anything put in front of her. She has an affinity for British Literature and Romance novels and an overall love of writing. She currently has eight novels out, four short stories, and three collections; all provocatively written to elicit your imagination and spice up your world. She has another novel on its way to bookshelves in May 2017. Be on the look out for the re-release of Freed!


Friends to Lovers Romance from #LaurenBlakely: #SNEAKPEEK of The Knock Up Plan

Quickly, I weigh the pros and cons of this unexpected offer to take a ride on his baby-making train. On the one hand, I’m asking him to give me a baby. A person. The least I can do is make it easier for him, right? A clinical exam room has to be up there on the list of unpleasant places to get off. Surely, I wouldn’t want to paddle the pink canoe on a doctor’s table.

On the other hand, sleeping with a friend and a co-worker is a recipe that calls for just the right mix of ingredients. Add too much of a spice, and it tastes awful. Bake too long and it burns. Would we be able to manage all the complications of working together and screwing at the same time?

My mind latches onto the prospect of . . . screwing Ryder Lockhart.

Having sex with the most handsome man I know.

Getting horizontal with this gorgeous, witty, generous man who’s willing to give me a piece of himself.

My stomach has the audacity to swoop.

My skin prickles as my mind fills with images. Undressing him. Undoing his zipper. Guiding him inside me. I lick my lips. My nipples tighten.

Oh dear Lord in Heaven.

It sounds dangerous and divine.

Truth be told, it sounds like a faster route from A to B, too.

And it’s also eons easier than the other way. This is the way it’s done. He’s asking to make my life simpler and to give me my greatest dream.

All I have to do is get naked for him and spread my legs.

Why on earth am I weighing pros and cons? This is all pro.

“You think we could pull this off?” I ask. “Working together and taking baby-making to the next level?”

He scoffs as if it’s incredulous that we couldn’t do that. “You and me—we’re pros. Who else can approach sex from such a practical angle?”

“And this is the practical way to achieve a goal?”

He shrugs playfully. “Practical and more pleasurable. Besides, we’re mature adults, and this is a quicker and better solution.” He takes a beat and pins my gaze. “Unless you don’t think we’d have fun in bed...”

I swallow and quickly dispel that notion. “Oh no. That’s not a worry at all. I’m sure it would be fun.”

He lifts a hand and fingers the end of my hair. “What do you think? Still think I’m a good guy?”

The swoop revisits my belly when he touches me. I nibble on the corner of my lip and fiddle with his collar. “Want to know what I’m thinking?” I ask, coy and flirty.

“That I now win the weirdest thing someone has asked you?”

“Would it be weird? Sex with you?”

“Do you like it weird?”

“I like it hard. I like it good. And I like it a lot.”



There are three little words most guys don’t want to hear on the first date. Not those…I mean these… “knock me up.”

This single gal has had enough of the games, the BS and the endless chase. I know what I want most, and it’s not true love. It’s a bun in the oven, and I’m not afraid to hit up my sex-on-a-stick co-worker to do the job. Ryder is gorgeous, witty and charming — and he’s also a notorious commitment-phobe. That makes him the perfect candidate to make a deposit in the bank of me.

I won’t fall for him, he won’t fall for me, and there’s no way baby will make three.


There are four words every guy wants to hear on the first date — “your place or mine?”

When my hot-as-sin co-worker makes me a no-strings-attached offer that involves her place, my place, any place — as well as any position — I can’t refuse. Besides, I've got my own reasons to take her up on her deal even with her one BIG condition.

There’s no way I’ll want more from one woman than any position, any where, any night? Except . . . what if I do?

Note: Be prepared to swoon and fan yourself from the heat! This full-length standalone contains lots of hot baby-making s-e-x, happy tears, naughty jokes and a hot, swoonworthy hero you will fall madly in love with. 

Available on June 23rd!
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A #1 New York Times Bestselling author, Lauren Blakely is known for her contemporary romance style that's hot, sweet and sexy. She lives in California with her family and has plotted entire novels while walking her dogs. With fourteen New York Times bestsellers, her titles have appeared on the New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal Bestseller Lists more than eighty times, and she's sold more than 2 million books. In June she'll release THE KNOCKED UP PLAN, a standalone contemporary romance. To receive an email when Lauren releases a new book, sign up for her newsletter!
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