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Author Spotlight: Charlie Daye

 

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Raina had the perfect life, until the day she lost everything. Wanting to pull her out of her depression, her best friend Gaby suggests a Halloween escape to the spooky town of Salem. It’s a weekend to indulge and forget about everything else.



Upon entering one of the many psychic shops that call Salem home, Raina is handed a flyer for one of the biggest Halloween parties of the year. It’s a promise of good music, mysterious drinks, tempting men, and a night she won’t soon forget.


Raina laughed as she followed her friend into the cemetery. She reached into her pocket to grab her own phone when she heard the sound of her name on the wind. ” R A I N A…”
Charlie Daye began writing at the tender age of thirteen. With an obsession for romance, happy endings and the supernatural she delves into your greatest fantasies and worst nightmares. She will have you laughing, crying, falling in love and getting angry. She will always give you a HEA but getting there is the journey worth taking.
Charlie Daye was born in Lynwood, California. Her greatest passions are music and writing. Her first short story was written at the age of thirteen. At the time her entire class was asked to write a short story for Halloween as part of a homework assignment. Most of the kids in the class wrote one to two page stories… Charlie wrote eight. The short story titled The Haunted House went on to win her district wide awards and was published locally. From their she began writing poetry as means of expression.
Since her writing career began she’s has published several titles… The House, The Colonial, The Reservation, The Portrait, The Gypsy’s Dance, Mistaken for a Call Girl, Her Last Request and Breeders. Four of which have been nominated for the 2012 RONE Award.
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Posted in Dark Contemporary, Romantic Thriller, Suspense

Catch a Whiff of Midnight Scent

 

 

Title: Midnight Scent
Series: Amour Toxique #1
Author: Dori Lavelle
Genre: New Adult Romantic Thriller/Suspense
 Release Date: September 27, 2016

 

Blurb

I find the love letters in my new dorm room, left behind by a previous occupant.They’re meant for someone else, but the words speak to me. They slide off the page and wrap themselves around my body, touching me in places I never knew existed.

I’m falling in love with each word, unable to stop myself.

And I don’t even know his name.

Until they tell me.

His name is Judson Devereux. They say he’s toxic. Falling for him will be a mistake.

I want to believe them. I want to walk away. But the words refuse to be erased from the invisible parts of me.

I’m hooked on the scent of his poison. It’s bad for me. It could kill me. But I’m in too deep.

*This series contains sexual content, dark themes, and violence that could trigger emotional distress in readers.*

*Amour Toxique is a serial that unfolds over three volumes.*

 

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Dori Lavelle, is a mother, wife, and a sucker for happy-ever-afters and mint chocolate.Growing up, Dori read a lot, and when she wasn’t happy with a particular ending, she wrote a different one, just for herself. Before long, she was writing stories when she should have been doing homework. The time has come for her to share the stories she cooks up in her head.

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Title: Kill Me
Series: Kiss of Death #1
Author: LP Lovell
Genre: Dark Romance
Cover Design & Photographer: Cassy Roop, Pink Ink
Model: Casey Creswell
Release Date: October 24, 2016
Blurb

UnaTo many, I am little more than a myth. The Kiss of Death, a hired killer, revered by the some of the greatest criminal organisations in the world. Trained by the bratva themselves, without conscience, without mercy, the perfect soldier. I’ll kill anyone… for a price. Death doesn’t discriminate, she sells to the highest bidder, but even I have a weakness.

Luca

I want one thing—power. But power is merely a game of strategy. The pieces are on the chess board. Death is my queen, and also my pawn. She’ll paint this city red in exchange for the one thing she wants. Now all I have to do is watch it all play out. She’s nothing more than a weapon, and yet, I find myself wanting to dance with death, to possess her. And I always get what I want.

A game of power. A risk that could cost her everything. An obsession that would see the world burn at their feet. A bloodied king. A broken queen. Kill me or kiss me?

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Lauren Lovell is an indie author from England.She suffers from a total lack of brain to mouth filter and is the friend you have to explain before you introduce her to anyone, and apologise for afterwards.

Lauren is a self-confessed shameless pervert, who may be suffering from slight peen envy.

LP loves to hear from readers so please get in touch.

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Pre-Order Dangerous Curves Ahead by Tymber Dalton

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Dangerous Curves Ahead (MMM)

by Tymber Dalton
Suncoast Society

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Heat Rating: SEXTREME
Word Count: 59,178
Alternative (M/M, Gay) BDSM Menage a Trois/Quatre
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[Siren Sensations ManLove: Erotic Alternative Consensual BDSM Ménage a Trois Romance, M/M/M, spanking, sex toys, HEA]

Dr. Justin Rede has just graduated college…and just come out of the closet. During a trip to Florida to visit his sister, Rachel, and her fiancé, Andrew, they introduce Justin to their kinky friends in hopes they can help talk Justin into moving from South Dakota to sunny Sarasota.

Including hunky, older, experienced Doms Wade and Glen.

Wade and Glen are newly married since the marriage ban fell, but have been together for years. Sure they’ve played with thirds before, in the dungeon as well as in their bed. But their standing rule has always been it’s just for fun, not for love.

Until they meet Justin.

Now the two sadistic Doms realize something’s happened that they never expected—they’ve lost their hearts to Justin. But can they convince him they’ve changed their minds and want him for life before someone else comes in and scoops their perfect subby unicorn right out from under them?

Note: This book contains double anal penetration.

A Siren Erotic Romance

Tymber Dalton is a Siren-exclusive author.

Excerpt

STORY EXCERPT

Justin was still trying to work through the relationship dynamics Glen had just explained to him about Keith and Scott and their absent third, Scott’s wife, Noel. Scott and Noel had been married before Scott met Keith—who was gay—and now both Scott and Noel were Keith’s slaves and poly with him as sexual partners.

“It is that confusing,” Glen assured him. “But what’s good is, Scott and Noel didn’t have to get divorced, they all get what they need, and they’re happy. That’s the important thing.”

Keith took off his shirt while Scott stripped completely naked. Justin felt his cock throb when he saw Scott’s nipples were pierced, as was the end of his cock.

That was something—the nipple piercings, not the PA piercing—he’d thought about getting more than a few times.

Not something he’d dare to do in South Dakota, though. Small towns and a lot of talk. The last thing he’d needed was word getting back to one of his cousins and then catching flack for it.

Then again, maybe it would be for the best, considering what he’d overheard a couple of weekends earlier.

With Glen narrating the action and Wade apparently content to sit back and observe, Justin watched the two men begin to scene. Keith tightly bound the man to the bench with rope before he started in with a bare-handed spanking and pummeling along the man’s ass and thighs.

Had Justin been witnessing this alone, without an experienced guide to narrate and explain, watching the scene would have scared and sickened him despite the porn he’d viewed. Seeing it in real-life was a totally different matter.

Glen, however, took care to point things out to him that he wouldn’t have noticed on his own.

“Notice how Keith keeps checking his hands and feet? That’s to make sure his circulation’s okay. And when he’s leaning in like that, he’s checking in to make sure Scott’s okay.”

“It looks…brutal.”

Wade nudged his arm and pointed across the room to where a man had a naked woman cuffed to a wooden X-frame. He was using what looked like a fur flogger on her.

Glen let out a laugh. “It’s all relative. People can scene on the light end of the scale, like those two, or they can play hard and rough, like Keith and Scott. What’s hard and rough to one person might be fluffy-bunny to someone else. Scott likes it rough because he’s a masochist. Keith is a heavy sadist. So it works. Trust me, nothing happens that hadn’t been negotiated ahead of time, no matter what it might look like. Scott has a very high-stress job, with lives literally on the line and depending on him. He uses this to help him unplug and recharge.”

“Oh.”

Keith’s scene with Scott was sensual and raw and hard and brutally beautiful all at the same time. The Dom used the music as a tool, sometimes picking up the beat, sometimes deliberately not, to throw Scott off and keep him guessing when a hit was coming. Keith either ignored the noises coming from other players sharing the space with them, or he’d totally tuned them out, immersed in a world of his own with Scott.

Other than briefly glancing at the other scene, Justin couldn’t pull his eyes from Keith and Scott. When Keith finally ended the scene almost forty-five minutes later, Scott’s ass and thighs were heavily striped with purple welts from a couple of different kinds of canes, in addition to all the other marks on his body from the impact play and various implements.

As a doctor, even though not a physician, Justin tried to stay objective. He noticed how, after Glen pointed it out, that Keith didn’t hit Scott over his kidneys, avoided his spine and other bony points with most implements, and frequently checked the man’s hands and feet to make sure he was okay.

But only a blind idiot would miss the sizable bulge the Dom now sported in his black jeans, and how he frequently had to adjust that bulge while they played.

After untying Scott, Keith wrapped him in a blanket and led him over to another empty couch. Then he packed up their stuff and wiped down the bench before joining Scott.

“Aftercare,” Glen explained. “Everyone’s different. Some people need a lot, some don’t want any.”

Keith hadn’t put his shirt back on yet, and as Justin watched, the man who’d just brutalized his slave moments earlier now tenderly cuddled him, leaned in to softly talk to him, held his hand.

Kissed his forehead.

Justin swallowed hard, his cock throbbing.

At that moment, he wished he was the one in Keith’s lap, being cuddled by the handsome Dom with the leanly muscled torso.

Loved by him, as he obviously loved his slave.

Wade touched his shoulder. “Well?”

“Wow.”

The man smiled and nodded.

“Common reaction,” Glen said.

Glen and Wade led him back to the social area. Rachel smiled up at him. “You look like you just got an education.”

Justin nodded.

Wade hooked a thumb over his shoulder, at the doorway. “Keith and…Scott.” Justin thought he detected a slight hesitation in the man’s voice. He’d noticed it a couple of other times.

Andrew leaned back in his chair and smiled. “Just threw him into the deep end of the pool, huh? Might as well have had him watch Landry topping Cris.”

“Well, better he sees the heavier end of it now so he doesn’t freak out later.” Glen took a seat across the table from Andrew and Rachel, as did Wade, and Justin sat between them. “But in all seriousness, a lot of people don’t play a fraction as hard as Keith and Scott do. I don’t recommend a newbie jump into a scene like that their first time out. Definitely a great way to get scared away for life.”

“How do you guys play?” Justin asked Glen.

“Lalalalala,” Rachel said, quickly rising. “I think I’ll see who’s out in the office.” She threw her brother a smile. “I’ll be back in a while.” She headed for the door.

Andrew laughed. “Don’t worry. Doesn’t bother me to talk about it. Although I think I have to agree with her that I wouldn’t be comfortable with you actually watching us play, or watching you play, only because you’re her brother. But I’ll be happy to answer questions.”

ADULT EXCERPT

During the whip demo, Wade had to shift his throbbing cock around in his shorts. He loved watching Glen wield a whip. The guy was a natural with it, looking like it was a fluidly smooth extension of his arm.

That was before he’d put literally hundreds of hours into learning how to throw one.

Just because Wade didn’t want to be on the receiving end of it didn’t mean he didn’t enjoy watching Glen use one.

And Glen had held back, too, not hitting Justin hard enough to leave lasting marks. Every red stripe he currently sported should be faded by the next evening at the latest. Glen hadn’t even raised any welts on Justin’s flesh.

Justin reached behind him and ran his hands over his back and ass.

“H-hallway bathroom,” Wade helpfully suggested.

Justin grinned and bolted to go look.

Glen coiled the whip, a smug smile on his face. He stepped over to Wade and kissed him. “You up for some handsies tonight, maybe?”

“Maybe. If h-he is.”

Five minutes later, they were all in the pool, naked. The temperature was perfect, balmy, close to ninety degrees from a day with the sun pounding down on the water. Wade’s interior temp was on the rise, too. The view was damned sexy. Yeah, Justin had a nice body, tight ass, built slender but not all knees and elbows and bony. The right amount of lean muscle with just a little softness to him from several years of college laying between now and his high school cross-country days.

Justin stared up at the night sky through the screened pool cage. “This is really nice out here. It’s almost like being out in the middle of nowhere.”

“That’s why we planted the way we did,” Glen said. “After we put up the privacy fence. It’s had time to fill in nicely. Helps buffer some sounds as well. And since we have a heater, we can warm the pool up, even in the winter, and enjoy it all year. Or use the hot tub, if we want.”

“Can’t do that in South Dakota,” Justin said. “If you have an outdoor pool, it becomes a skating rink.” He swam up to Wade and Glen, who were lounging on the pool’s stairs in the shallow end. “This is really great. Thank you.”

Glen offered him the winning smile that never failed to twist Wade’s heart in the good way. “You’re more than welcome. Feel free to come over anytime.”

“I don’t want to impose.”

“It’s not an imposition.” Glen slid sideways, making room for Justin between them on the stairs. “Before you’re moved down here, we can play around, and even scene with you, if you want, but full-on sex is off the table.”

Wade didn’t miss that Justin immediately moved into the space between them. Wade draped his arm around the man’s shoulders and spread his legs a little so their thighs were touching.

Justin spread his, too, and looked up into Wade’s face.

“Play around…how?” Justin asked, his voice soft.

Glen turned slightly toward Justin. “You tell us,” he said, his voice low and deep.

“I…” Justin licked his lips, and Wade wanted to lean in and kiss him but somehow forced himself to behave. “I suck at negotiations. What’re my options?”

“You don’t suck at negotiations,” Glen said. “See? That was a smart question. A couple of things are off the table unless or until you move down here, and you get your blood tests. We can show you ours, too, by the way. No fucking, and no unwrapped oral.”

“Okay,” Justin said, licking his lips again. “So what’s on the table?”

Glen’s gaze darted up to Wade’s. Wade nodded.

“Toys,” Glen said. “Orgasm play. That can include hand jobs, or even wrapped oral.”

Justin’s voice dropped nearly to a whisper. “Sounds good to me.”

“Oooh,” Wade breathed. “Yeah.”

* * * *

Justin was a second from begging them to do…whatever it was they wanted to do to him. He didn’t care at that point.

Feeling their thighs along his was about to drive him insane with need, his cock screaming for the touch of a hand besides his own.

He grabbed one of each of their hands and placed them on his thighs, hoping they’d take the hint.

This was literally the first time he’d ever had the freedom to explore without worrying about getting caught or who might see or suspect.

There were no worries like that now.

The only worry he had was that he’d disappoint the two men.

“Even after you’re down here full-time,” Glen said, “if we do get to fuck-buddies status, remember that you’re free to pursue a relationship. And if the guy’s right for you, we’ll be happy for you, too. But once you do that, and take it physical, that ends the sexytime with us, even if we still play together. We don’t want to be assholes. That means you need to understand this is only as permanent as is practical for you. We won’t lead you on and let you think this is forever, when you need to find your own forever eventually. Understand?”

“Yes, sir.”

Wade’s voice rasped over Justin’s body. “Hot t-tub.”

As one, the two men stood, each grabbing one of Justin’s hands and helping him up and out of the pool. Quickly pulling back the cover, they found the hot tub was the perfect temp. Sliding down into the steamy water, it was Wade who leaned in and kissed Justin first, feathering his lips over Justin’s while Glen nibbled at the back of Justin’s neck. Glen’s left hand skimmed down Justin’s left arm, fingers curling around his and then placing them around a hard, hot cock.

“Yeah, baby,” Glen whispered in his ear. “Just hold it for right now. No pressure.” Glen’s right hand found Justin’s and then wrapped his fingers around Wade’s cock, who responded with a soft moan into Justin’s mouth.

“Let me kiss him,” Glen murmured.

Wade lifted his mouth, breaking their kiss. Glen immediately captured Justin’s lips with his own.

So different, and still so damn good. Wade started nibbling along Justin’s shoulder, his fingers closing around Justin’s cock and making him moan into Glen’s mouth.

“Yeah,” Wade whispered.

Glen reached around Justin, his hand delving lower, cupping Justin’s sac and one finger teasing along his taint. He leaned back, pulling Justin with him, stretched out along Glen’s torso.

Lifting his lips from Justin’s, Glen whispered, “You still a virgin back there, baby?”

“Yeah. Just my…” His face heated. “Just played with myself in the shower a few times with my fingers.”

“You play with us, we got a lot of toys we can use there instead of our cocks, baby. Not quite as good as the real thing, but they sure can last a lot longer in there.” The tip of Glen’s finger teased Justin’s tight, puckered rim.

“Please,” Justin gasped, hoping they understood.

“I…like the way you b-beg,” Wade said, his lips still doing delicious things to Justin’s shoulder and the side of his neck.

“Lot of sexy play we can’t do at the club,” Glen said. “Against their rules. But if you want, we can go play at the club and come back here after for the big finish.”

“Did you…beat off…Sssaturday…when y-you got h-home?”

“Yeah,” Justin admitted. “And Friday night and Saturday morning.”

“Ah, youth,” Glen teased. “Want me to go get a little somethin-somethin for you right now? Beginner level?”

“Yes, sir. Please.”

Glen kissed him again, hard, possessively. “Good boy,” he said. “Let go of Daddy’s cock and I’ll be right back.”

Justin did, and like a flash, Glen was out of the hot tub.

Leaving him there with Wade.

Wade turned his full attention to Justin, kissing down the front of his throat, to his pecs, licking first one nipple, then the other, back and forth.

It was a good thing Wade wasn’t actively stroking Justin’s cock, because he knew he’d explode from the slightest friction like that.

“Like that?” Wade asked.

“Yes, sir.”

Oooh, it felt more than right to call them both that. He wished he could wrap his mouth around their cocks and swallow a load from both of them tonight despite knowing that wouldn’t happen.

Glen returned with a couple of things and set them on the edge of the hot tub before rejoining them in the water. “Turn around. On your knees, that gorgeous ass of yours up in the air.”

Wade let go of Justin’s cock, and Justin was forced to release Wade’s as he assumed the position, Wade to his right and Glen on his left.

“Spread ‘em wider than that.”

Justin did.

He heard a glove snap, then the feel of a finger against his rim, and cool lube.

Wade’s hand returned, too, this time cradling his balls, gently stroking them.

Glen’s breath brushed warm into Justin’s left ear. “Just my finger, baby.” Justin moaned as the tip lightly pressed for entrance. “Gonna lube you up, then let you have a little fun with this little goodie.” Glen held up a small butt plug, which he’d also wrapped in a condom. “Start you slow and give you a taste. Get you hooked on us and wanting more.”

“Talk you into m-moving,” Wade added.

“This could be you every weekend,” Glen continued. “Just think, two cocks to service, two cocks to fuck that sweet ass.” His finger massaged his rim, more insistently now, pressing more firmly but not quite yet breaching. “Two mouths to suck your cock.”

Justin’s eyes fell closed, his head drooping as he struggled not to come just from the fucking sexy things Glen was saying, much less from his finger.

“Can’t wait for the first time I get to slide my cock inside you,” Glen continued. “Gonna have you on your back in this sling we got, keep you hogtied, spread, able to watch your face while I take that sweet ass.”

“Make…you come,” Wade said.

“Not many things hotter than the feel of a guy’s ass squeezing my cock while he’s busting a nut.”

Another hot image right out of his own imagination.

Finally, Glen slipped the tip of his finger into Justin’s ass. Glen nipped Justin’s ear. “Tell Daddy what you want.”

“Fuck my ass, please, sir!”

His low chuckle rumbled through Justin’s body. “Oh, you stick with us, we’ll be fucking you anytime, anywhere we want. Show you how good it can be. Get you trained to get hard any time you bend over, we’ll fuck you so well and often.”

Justin thought his eyes were going to roll back in his head. Glen’s finger slowly started fucking him, going deeper each time, slowly sliding in and out of his ass.

“One box…checked,” Wade said.

“Yeah,” Glen said. “Give me a minute to make sure you’re nice and lubed and I’ll slide this guy up in there. Not very big, just to give you a taste.” Another nip, this time the back of Justin’s shoulder. “Fair warning, I’d love to work up to fisting you, baby. You stay with us long enough, that’s gonna be on your dance card.”

Justin had to bite his lower lip to keep from coming.

Another fantasy so tantalizingly close to being made a reality.

“Yes, sir,” he whispered.

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Denial:Careless Whispers 1)

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Careless Whispers is a standalone series, however, it is a spin-off from the Inside out series. This is the story of Ella, the best friend of Sara from the latter series, and Kaden.
Ella wakes in a hospital in Rome, Italy with a killer headache and a gorgeous hunk of a man at her bedside. He informs her that he found her passed out in an alleyway. Ella finds that she can’t remember…anything. That includes her name, and how she ended up in the alley in the first place.
A detective comes to question her, and the hostility between him and Kaden only serves to add more questions. When Kaden informs her that she needs to remember who she is because she’s on the run from a gangster, she finally remembers her name. Ella. As bits and pieces add up and she remembers small flashbacks, she starts to question if she’s safe with Kaden, and when she is supposed to meet up with him, she runs.

Denial just gets better from there, as Ella begins to regain her memory a piece at a time, questions are answered, but more are brought up. Her rescuer becomes someone we can’t be quite sure that we understand what his motives are, and the cliffhanger at the end of the book leaves us breathless anticipating the next chapter in Ella and Kaden’s story.

I loved this book, and having been in love with the whole Inside Out series, I was just as thrilled with this spin off as well. I can’t wait for Demand.

Definitely a 5 Orgasm book!

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Irrefutable by Ravenna Tate

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Irrefutable is the second book in the Tortured Love series by Ravenna Tate, author of The Weathermen Series and other yummy books. I must say, I am really loving this new darker series. It’s not as dark and twisty as some dark BDSM romances get, and that’s perfectly okay. I can’t tell you how many of them I’ve had to put down because they just pushed a boundary or hit triggers like a minefield.

We have Carolyn Lucchesi, who’s a career shoplifter and at the station because of a suspected Prada theft. When a jewel heist gets mentioned, her life is about to get very complicated. Her uncle Tony had not only been in prison for this before, but now he’d mentioned something like this happening. Then, he complicates her life even further.

Jagger is no saint. He’s been in prison before, but he’s changed. When he’s accused of a crime he didn’t commit by a curvy little spitfire, it’s time to find out some answers, any way he can. It’s no surprise they end up in bed sooner rather than later due to some explosive chemistry between the two of them. But something is going on with this jewel heist, and they have both been set up. Will they find out before it’s too late? Buy on knotty readers!

Loved the writing in this, and Jagger was definitely a Dom I could sink my teeth into. (Or, he could bite me, just saying.)  It took me a while to warm to Carolyn, but I eventually did. I wasn’t happy with her behavior in the beginning. (SO deserved a spanking or 10)

I received an ARC in exchange for an honest review

5 Moves Like Jagger Orgasms

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All or Nothing Release Blitz!

 

 

 

Title: All or Nothing
Series: Black Lilith #2
Author: Hazel Jacobs
Genre: Contemporary Romance
 Release Date: September 29, 2016

 

Blurb
Sersha Walsh is a gifted lyricist. She learned her craft on her mam’s knee back in Galway, Ireland. After years as a successful freelancer she’s ready to take on her first big client—Black Lilith—the rock band making waves around the world. But the band’s bass player and current lyricist, Tommy, is less than thrilled to hear that the production company has hired Sersha. He’s moody and distant, but there’s a haunted look in his eyes that has Sersha dithering between wanting to kill him or kiss him.

Living out of a suitcase in the heart of Manhattan may sound romantic, but it’s the sort of thing that can drain a girl, even one as bubbly as Sersha. Thankfully, Black Lilith’s manager, Mikayla, seems determined to make Sersha feel at home. All the while, Sersha and Tommy grow closer, weaving poetry into music and sharing flirtatious looks over his battered notebook.

Just when things seem to be looking up, a ghost from Tommy’s past surfaces, threatening to tear down the careful equilibrium that Black Lilith has built. Sersha will need to decide who to believe and who to trust when the time comes.

 

 

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Hazel Jacobs is a passionate fan of romance novels and a crazy fan of rock and roll. Never trained as a writer, she began creative writing as a hobby. That quickly evolved into a mission to pen a novel that brings a new generation of readers into the wild realm of loud music and total passion.

 

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Check out the hot cover for Revenge by M. Stratton!

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Synopsis

Ten years plotting.

Ten years of waiting.

Ten years of patience and planning.

Finally, he would have his revenge.

But–there is another side.

A dark side.

Revenge can cloud your judgement.

Revenge can take over your life.

Revenge can take away the one thing you really want.

After the murder of his partner, Mick, and watching his Stormy yanked from his grasp, all Nutter could think about was making Bender hurt. He wanted to show him more than the pain he lived with each and every second of the day, he wanted Bender to be nothing but pain.

Without Mick by his side, Nutter expected to feel alone, without purpose–but something wonderful happened, instead. He found his focus. He found his Kitten, the one woman who could match his intelligence and his appetite for killing. Together, they could rule the world. All they had to do was fulfill Nutter’s plan for revenge.

This is one killer of a story…

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AboutTheAuthorM. Stratton is an International Amazon bestselling author in the romantic suspense and mystery suspense categories for her Storm Series and Bender. She lives with her husband and son in Arizona, which is a big difference from where she grew up north of Chicago, Illinois. As an only child she learned to tell herself stories to make the long winters go by quicker while dreaming of summer vacations. Now as an adult she still makes up stories to pass the time, but now she writes them down to share with other people.

Stratton is a self-proclaimed dork who loves to make people laugh. Her inner rock star is always on stage performing to a sold out crowd, but she quiet and shy on the outside. She spends her days plotting new ways to surprise her readers.

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Author: Normandie Alleman
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An online connection.
Masked by anonymity.
No cameras. No pictures.
Curiosity ignited to intrigue.I thought I knew what I was getting into, but had no idea how far we would go…

My intention was to test the waters, dip my toe in the wading pool. Instead I surrendered to the world of seduction and submission as he submerged me–body, mind, and soul–into an ocean of eroticism.

Emails, texts, and hidden identities, were one thing. But now, coming face-to-face with the mystery man, the star of my fantasies, both terrifies and completely thrills me. If all goes according to plan, he will intensify the exquisite bond we share by transporting me to that glorious intersection between agony and ecstasy. If not, everything we’ve built will come crashing down around us, destroying my dreams in the process.

Either way, there is no going back. Because I want more. Much more.

He always says, “For every ounce of pleasure, a price must be paid.”And I am going to pay …

 

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He’s my addiction, my love—my life.
He’s my Dominant—my everything.
He’s changed me, and I never want to go back.

But now, he’s asking for too much.
Going too far.
It’s out of my comfort zone–not who I am.

I’ll swallow my pride and face my fears
But something tells me he has ulterior motives for this extreme request,
and I will get to the bottom of it.

That is, if I can pass his test.

 

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She’s my addiction, my love–my life.
She’s changed me, and I never want to go back.

I tried to protect her.
Hell, I tried to protect myself,
but I fucked it all up.

I may be a sick bastard, but I would lay down my life for her.
And I’ll do whatever it takes to make every inch of her mine again.

I always tell her for every ounce of pleasure a price must be paid.
She’s already paid more than she ever owed.

Now it’s my turn to pay.

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This would be the first meeting where I would see my lover face-to-face.He’d left strict instructions for me to sit at the table he reserved for us. He requested I sit with my back to the entrance. This tricky move on his part allowed no way for me to see him as he entered. If his intention was to control and torture me, it was working. A loose strand of hair tickled my cheek, so I tucked it behind my ear.

I watched for the waiter, again wanting that drink, but as much as I hated being outside my comfort zone, I loved the naughty, decadent feeling I got from doing something simply because my Master told me to. When I submitted to his demands, I stepped outside my safe little world, the one where my ex-husband ignored me for years, where I felt inconsequential. With him I wasn’t invisible. He relied on me.

Sure, it was for things of a sexual nature, but to me, that was something, and I felt fulfilled for the first time in ages.

A few months ago, when I’d been supremely pissed at my cheating husband, I went online. I admit it, I’d been looking for trouble, which was mind-numbingly easy to find. I hadn’t intended to find a darker side of myself with needs that shocked me. I’d never meant to find someone. I’d merely been looking, searching—for what, I wasn’t sure.

What I did find was a whole new world of dominance and submission, self-inflicted pain as well as pleasure, and sexual satisfaction with a stranger. A man who reached out and touched me in corners of my soul I hadn’t known existed. We spoke every day, I performed sex acts upon myself at his command, and sent him reports on the intimate and sometimes humiliating tasks he gave me.

I was his submissive, and he was my Master, and every aspect of our relationship took place over the internet. I addressed him as “Sir,” but in our chats he went by the moniker, “MC.” We communicated via Skype, email, chats, and the occasional phone call, never seeing one another. That is, until today.

I had insisted we not use cameras, even though he implored me to do webcam “sessions.” My privacy was of the utmost importance to me, so I always refused. I’m a kindergarten teacher and couldn’t take the risk of being videotaped. So the only notion I have of what my Master looks like is a product of my imagination.

But today he flew to Houston to meet me in person. To have a real “play date.” In the flesh. A chill ran across my skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake.

Today I would finally meet the man who dominated me for the past few months. My stomach roiled with anticipation. What would he look like? Would it matter? Of course whatever he looked like, he wouldn’t be the “Master” I’d daydreamed about.

Things never worked that way. It would be like conjuring an image for the hero in a book. When a movie is made, the actor never matches the character in your head. It was always a disappointment.

I’d tried to prepare myself for that from the beginning. I never pictured MC to be a handsome movie star. Instead, I envisioned him as rather average, with salt-and-pepper hair and kind features. For some reason I pictured him wearing glasses, and possibly a beard.

In any case, it wasn’t his physical appearance that captivated me. MC awakened a primal response in me. He exposed my mind to a world in which I could be open about my sexual desires. A world where the wanton girl inside me was encouraged to come out and play, rather than squelched and pushed into a back closet where she had always lived. He controlled my sexuality, sensing my deepest, darkest needs. And it didn’t hurt that he made me feel cared for and cherished at a time when I desperately needed that.

My phone showed it was 5:12. Any minute now… The wait had been both excruciating and delicious at the same time—a perfect reflection of our relationship, a testimony to both pain and pleasure.

“Close your eyes, my pet.” The familiar voice was a sound I’d come to crave, and hearing it sent shivers of anticipation dancing down my spine. Suddenly, I wanted to freeze that moment in time, to stop while things were still beautiful between us, before reality could mar the fantasy…
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A former psychologist, Normandie has always been fascinated by human behavior. She loves writing quirky characters that are all too human. Fiber arts, baking, and Pinterest are a few of her favorite pastimes. A shamelessly proud basketball mom, Normandie lives on a farm with a passel of kids, an adorable husband, and a pet pig who’s crazy for Red Bull. If you’d like up to the minute new release info on Normandie’s books text RACYREADS to 24587 (Use all CAPS).
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Coming October 11th! Meet the Masters of Blasphemy! Introducing Bound to Submit

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12 Masters. 12 Desires. 12 Fantasies Come to Life.
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Releasing October 11, 2016, BOUND TO SUBMIT is the first full-length novel in Laura Kaye’s erotic new Blasphemy Series, and today we have a teaser excerpt just for you! Check it out below!

 

 

 

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From the ruins of an abandoned church comes Baltimore’s hottest and most exclusive BDSM club. Twelve Masters. Infinite fantasies. Welcome to Blasphemy…

He thinks he caused her pain, but she knows he’s the only one who can heal her…

Kenna Sloane lost her career and her arm in the Marines, and now she feels like she’s losing herself. Submission is the only thing that ever freed her from pain and made her feel secure, and Kenna needs to serve again. Bad. The only problem is the Dom she wants once refused her submission and broke her heart, but, scarred on the inside and out, she’s not looking for love this time. She’s not even sure she’s capable.

Griffin Hudson is haunted by the mistakes that cost him the only woman he ever loved. Now she’s back at his BDSM club, Blasphemy, and more beautiful than ever, and she’s asking for his help with the pain he knows he caused. Even though he’s scared to hurt her again, he can’t refuse her, because he’d give anything to earn a second chance. And this time, he’ll hold on forever.

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Hey everyone! I’m super excited to share an excerpt from my upcoming Bound to Submit, the first official book in my brand new and super hot Blasphemy series! There are less than two weeks until release day and I’m so excited!! This is a steamy second-chance romance with a tall, dark, and tortured Dom and a kick-ass veteran amputee heroine, and I just loved writing these characters. I hope you’ll grab your copy of Bound to Submit, and the prequel, Hard to Serve—now available at all retailers—too!!

Now, enjoy this little taste Bound to Submit – coming October 11!

 

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“Use your safewords if you need them, Kenna.”

Griffin hesitated only one more second.

And then he was on her. His mouth on hers. His tongue sinking deep. His hands in her soft blond waves. The moan she unleashed shot straight to his cock and made him want to wring every moan he’d missed these five long years out of her beautiful, curvy body.

“Put your arms around my neck,” he said. When she did, he cupped her ass in his hands and pushed off the couch. “Hang on, little one.”

He made for the adjacent door to the play room, but, good as it was, that one kiss hadn’t been nearly enough. Not when he was absofuckinglutely starving.

Pinning her to the wall, he dove back in again. Kissing, claiming, devouring. He ground himself against her pussy, the strangled cry she released around his tongue making his balls heavy and full. “I’m not sure you realize what you’re getting into with me, Kenna. Because I’ve missed the hell out of making you come.”

“Oh, God,” she rasped.

“God can’t save you. Not from me. Not tonight.”

He swung open the door, the motion-activated lights coming on as they moved into the play room. Others occasionally used this space, but he used it most. He’d designed and installed the furniture, suspension hooks and shackles, and pulley systems in the room for all different kinds of bondage play, and he’d outfitted the storage cabinets with every possible implement he’d need, too.

And he had just the thing in mind, for tonight.

“Feet down,” he said.

The way she slid down him nearly drove him insane, and then he stepped back and considered her body suit. It was so fucking sexy that he hated to ruin it, but PVC was a bitch to get on and off.

“I fucking love and hate that body suit right now,” he said, planting a stern expression on his face.

Amusement flashed across her eyes. “Sorry, Sir,” she said, not sounding sorry at all.

A thought came to mind and he retrieved a roll of red Kinesio tape from a cabinet. Tearing a length off he said, “I’m going to allow you the suit. This time. But I need you to tell me where the prosthesis ends and your arm begins. Can you do that for me?”

“Yes,” she said, lifting her arm as he moved in. “The stump extends about two inches below my elbow.”

“Here?” He held the tape over the black of her suit. When she nodded, he gently applied the red marking around her forearm. “Once we start, you have carte blanche—for tonight—to speak. I want you vocal. I want you telling me how I’m making you feel.” He nailed her with a stare. “Don’t let me hurt you. Don’t even let me get close.”

“I won’t, Master Griffin. I can handle this.”

“I doubt don’t it, Kenna, but I will cut the scene if I have even an inkling that I’m causing unintentional pain that you’re not owning up to.” He arched a brow. “Are we clear?” She gave a fast nod. “Good. Then spread your feet and put your hands at your side. Now.”

Her ready compliance fucking slayed him. After all this time, it really did.

“Mmm. Very good. Now, don’t move a muscle unless I tell you to. Because the scene begins right now.”

 

 

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“A searingly sexy story with some of the hottest scenes I’ve read in a long, long time. Laura Kaye shows her mastery of the BDSM world. I’m eagerly anticipating more in this bold new series!

~ Cherise Sinclair, NYT Bestselling Author of the Masters of the Shadowlands Series

“Smoldering and sexy, Laura Kaye’s Blasphemy series is everything I look for in a romance. Haunted heroes and strong heroines populate this one of a kind club and I can’t wait to see the big bad Doms fall one by one.”

~ Lexi Blake, NYT Bestselling Author of the Masters and Mercenaries Series

 

 

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Laura is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of over twenty-five books in contemporary and paranormal romance and romantic suspense, including the Hard Ink and Raven Riders series. Growing up, Laura’s large extended family believed in the supernatural, and family lore involving angels, ghosts, and evil-eye curses cemented in Laura a life-long fascination with storytelling and all things paranormal. She lives in Maryland with her husband, two daughters, and cute-but-bad dog, and appreciates her view of the Chesapeake Bay every day.

 

 

 

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