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Hotshot by Ahren Sanders, New Release and Review

Title: Hotshot

Author: Ahren Sanders

Release Date: August 29, 2016

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Synopsis

I don’t remember a time I didn’t love Crenshaw Bennett.

I tried to deny it, but my feelings grew deeper.

I thought he could never love me the way I love him.

I was wrong–outrageously, deliriously, and beautifully wrong.

On innocent kiss changes my life forever.

Suddenly, Shaw is mine.

Loyal, devoted, and the most loving man on Earth.

Together, we created an explosion fo fiery passion, devotion, and chemistry I never knew was possible.

All of my dreams are within reach, but I should have known it was too good to be true.

The past always catches up to you, and I’m left staring at my worst nightmare.

Faced with the unthinkable, I am forced to choose between the man I love and a past I cannot change.

Shaw’s fighting like hell to prove we can have it all, but can I find the strength to be the woman he needs?

 

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Review

Crenshaw Bennett has always been a great guy. From beginning to end, there is no lack of honesty and integrity for him. He’s handsome, he’s successful and he is her dream, always has been. But she has only ever been his kid brother’s best friend. She gave him his nickname, Shaw, while he was in college and demanded a nickname in return. Lizbeth Hasting became Bizzy in an instant. Two other things happened in the same moment, Bizzy  picked Shaw’s career path and she also found the man she knew she wanted to spend the rest of her life with. of course, Shaw didn’t think much of it, Bizzy was a big part of his life, his family, his world.

They relied upon each other, the held each other up in the hard times and they laughed together in the good times. Bizzy became Shaw’s everything, without him even realizing what was happening. It a blink of an eye, he knew she was it. But this was not going to be an easy ride to happily ever after. There was no way of knowing if they would truly make it to that point. There were struggles, there was drama and there was love. More than anything there was love. If love sees us through all things, Ahren Sanders has written the perfect book to show how far we will go for love and what we are willing to do to hold on to those that have always held on to us.

This book had me bawling in an instant and clinging it to my chest in the next. It stole my breath and breathed new life into each page. The struggles, the hope, the love. This book was more than just another story, so much more. The brothers in this book just completely threw me for a loop, they were honest, they were good and they were worth every single good thing that was said about them. But Bizzy… Bizzy was beautiful. She was smart, she knew what each one of the brothers was destined to be and she knew they were her family. She was so amazingly strong and brave and you just can’t help but envy her strength and her heart.

What did I love about the Bennett brothers? EVERY LITTLE THING! When Nicky met Bizzy, they were young they were in the hospital and they pulled one another through the toughest of times. There is nothing could keep them down. Mathis and Shaw and Nicky were honest and good and always had one another’s back, but more than that, they all protected Bizzy. She was one of them and she would always be in their lives and in their family. No matter what.

I don’t want to spoil anything, but I want to tell you, my favorite part of the book was Christmas. First of all, I love Christmas in general, but Christmas in this book… I loved this moment, this time, this holiday! It was raw, it was emotional and the perfect scene in the perfect place. It was powerful and I just clung to the book during this part in complete awe.

Ahren, you took a good story and made it truly great. You have written a lot of books and I have been with you through each one of them and damn, this makes my heart swell. This book is so much more than I have ever read, it is so much more than I ever expected, it is an amazing book and there is so much love in my heart for this book. Not only one more amazing book for you, but a new favorite for me. You have outdone yourself and I am so in love with this book, if five stars is the best, this book is worth 10!

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3bde2-ahren2bsandersAbout the Ahren Sanders

Ahren spent her formative years living in an active volcano. There her family made collectible lava art. She studied rock collecting at the Sorbonne in France. There she met the love of her life-her pet pig Sybil. She returned to the states and started writing. She is happily married to a guy who used to live under a bridge and she met while pole-dancing. They have one amazing daughter.

Now, meet the real me. I grew up in the south and consider myself a true “Southerner”. Most of the special locations mentioned in my books are reflections of my favorite places. Living on the Florida coast, my family spends a lot time at the beach which is where I usually can be found with a book in my hand. I started writing my Surrender Series, in the spring of 2013 and have received incredible support from the Indie community. Throughout this year, I have been privileged to meet some amazing people that I am thankful to have in my life.

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Cover Reveal: The Found by Cole McCade

 

 

Title: The Found
Series: Crow City #2
Author: Cole McCade
Genre: Dark Erotica/Contemporary Romance
Cover Design: Cole McCade  
 Release Date: August 22, 2016
Blurb
Witness to a murder. Kidnapped by a monster. Life hanging on a whim. Willow Armitage’s world was already falling apart; between getting fired and caring for her chronically ill father, she’s had little room for anything but survival. But that survival hangs in the balance the night she stumbles into a back alley – and watches a stranger die at the hands of the most beautiful man she’s ever seen.Lethal. Powerful. Unstable. Terrifying. The contract killer known only as Priest is a dangerous unknown, and when Willow wakes tied to a chair in his hideout, the only thing she sees in his fox-gold eyes is death. Yet for Priest, Willow is a dilemma: an innocent, a saint among the sinners he cuts down in the streets of Crow City. His code of honor forbids shedding innocent blood. Releasing her will send her straight to the police. The only answer is a warped game, and his promise: that he will find the darkness inside her, expose it, and prove that deep down, everyone is just as monstrous as he…and just as worthy of death.

Yet he unearths not a monster, but a smoldering and secret desire – one that has always terrified Willow, and may be her undoing. His touch sets her alight. His strength burns through her like flame. And his control melts her each time he binds her virgin body, possesses her, teaches her the strength in weakness and the passion in submission. But that passion may be her damnation, and in the end Willow must choose: Priest’s love, or her own life.

When his every kiss is pure sin…can she resist damnation long enough for Priest to find his way to redemption?

TRIGGER WARNING 18+: This story contains content centered around non-consent, bodily autonomy, sexual assault, bodily functions, and violence. Please focus on self-care above all, and don’t be afraid to put the book down if you need to in order to protect yourself. You come first, always.

Excerpt

His fingers grazed the curve of her waist. With a gasp, she snapped her eyes open. He met her gaze, fox-gold turned hot as melting amber, fierce and animal and stripping her more bare than that exposed, naked flesh. She felt like a butterfly pinned to a board, held by his gaze, her limbs going slack and her struggles stopping against her will. She hardly felt it, when he hooked a fingertip under the bunched edge of her tank top—then ripped with such effortless strength, the threads of the side seam snapping apart one after the other, until there was nothing left of her tank top but rags of cloth. No, she hardly felt that…but she felt it when he teased those rags from underneath the ropes, as every scrap of cloth stroked and washed against her skin until she was nothing but a trembling tangle of sensitivity and frozen breaths building tighter and tighter in her chest.

And she felt it when that taunting, teasing fingertip hooked in her panties, slipping into the opening just above her thigh, and she realized just what he intended to do.

“Don’t touch me.”

Suddenly she could move again—and she writhed against the ropes, fighting to squirm away. But she had barely an inch of slack, nowhere to go but against the ropes, hanging in midair and so fucking helpless she would scream with sheer rage if she didn’t want to cry with sheer hopelessness. Was he enjoying this? Enjoying watching her struggle? Enjoying how her skin tightened and pulled and her nipples swelled and her breaths came shallow with every touch, her fucking disobedient body whispering dirty thing, dirty thing, give me more of that dirty thing while her mind and heart screamed no, no, not like that, never like that?

Was he enjoying having her at his mercy, unable to escape his every touch?

His fingers dug into the fabric of her panties. Clenched it against his fist. Pulled. Cloth creased, bit, burrowed into her dirty, dirty thing, her wet dirty thing, her pulsing dirty thing, and she was a fucking dirty thing when she arched off the seat and cried out and whimpered and mewled, as he dragged the cloth against her and all she felt was sweet-rough friction and that slickness, sickness, wet and running like a licking tongue.

“D-don’t,” she cried again, and yet he only pulled harder, the panties so much worse than the rope when every fold and crease molded to her flesh like liquid fire and left nothing untouched. “Don’t!”

He paused, held that steady pressure, keeping her on the end of a taut-stretched wire. “Are you a virgin, firefly?” he growled.

She spat in his face.

Panting, body heaving, she drew back and spat in his face, and watched with a sort of foggy, dazed satisfaction as it landed in a wet streak on his cheek, dripping down his bronzed skin like a tear. He remained unmoved, watching her steadily, waiting, holding her dangling from the one hand as if he hardly felt her weight and those damnable fingers pulling her panties against her flesh.

“My body is not your business,” she hissed.

“Right now, your body is my property.” He slid a fingertip down into the crease between her hip and thigh, the place where the seam of her panties normally cut in whenever she sat, moved, shifted; there was something too personal about that touch, so close and yet so far, a threat that made her shrink back even as that feeling inside her nearly exploded, that hollow feeling that seemed like a rapacious beast, a dragon with an open maw and empty gullet that was hungry, so hungry to be full. “I want an answer.”

He bunched her panties into his hand again, curling the fabric in stretched wrinkles against his palm—and this time when he pulled he gave no quarter, a single sharp rip and a sound of cloth tearing like tape pulling off the spool, high and shrill. There was a moment’s painful bite, a muted cry welling in her throat, and then the pressure eased as the tatters of her panties fell, forgotten, to the floor.

Still he watched her. And she, naked with nowhere to hide, curled into herself; she felt her nudity like a presence, like a thing touching her and twisting over her flesh to force her to feel every moment of her exposure, every moment of her vulnerability and helplessness. Priest said nothing. He didn’t need to. He never needed to. When he wanted an answer, he got one, and would wait her out as he had before, implacable and unmoving and relentless. She had always imagined men like him to be all force, all bluster, all violence and snarling and threats.

She was quickly learning that silence—silence and careful, metered application of just enough strength to drive his point home—was just as effective as force.

And just as frightening.

Dangling from his grip like a puppy, she hung her head. Anything not to meet those piercing eyes; anything not to feel the shame of giving in to the quiet demand in his gaze; anything to make this end, so he would stop tormenting her and leave her alone.

“…yes,” she mumbled. Still he didn’t speak, or put her down. Defeat sparked into frustration, and she glared at him from under the fall of her hair. “Yes, all right? Are you happy? Is that what you fucking wanted to know?”“Yes,” he said simply, and lowered her to the floor.

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Author Bio

 

Cole McCade is a New Orleans-born Southern boy without the Southern accent, currently residing somewhere in Seattle. He spends his days as a suit-and-tie corporate consultant and business writer, and his nights writing contemporary romance and erotica that flirt with the edge of taboo—when he’s not being tackled by two hyperactive cats.He also writes genre-bending science fiction and fantasy tinged with a touch of horror and flavored by the influences of his multiethnic, multicultural, multilingual background as Xen Sanders. He wavers between calling himself bisexual and calling himself queer, but no matter what word he uses he’s a staunch advocate of LGBTQIA representation and visibility in genre fiction. And while he spends more time than is healthy hiding in his writing cave instead of hanging around social media, you can generally find him in these usual haunts:


He’s recently launched the Speak Project, an online open-access platform where anyone can anonymously or openly share or read stories of abuse – a way for survivors to overcome the silencing tactics of abusers to speak out against what was done to them, and let other survivors know they’re not alone.

He also runs an advice column called Dammit, Cole, where he occasionally answers questions about everything from romance and dating to the culture of hypermasculinity, from the perspective of a male romance author:


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New Release: Hard Rules by Lisa Renee Jones

 

 

Title: Hard Rules
Series: Dirty Money #1
Author: Lisa Renee Jones
Genre: Contemporary Romance 
 Release Date: August 9, 2016
Blurb
Wall Street meets the Sons of Anarchy in Hard Rules, the smoldering, scorching first novel in the explosively sexy new Dirty Money series from New York Times bestselling author Lisa Renee Jones.


How bad do you want it?


The only man within the Brandon empire with a moral compass, Shane Brandon is ready to take his family’s business dealings legitimate. His reckless and ruthless brother, Derek wants to keep Brandon Enterprises cemented in lies, deceit, and corruption. But the harder Shane fights to pull the company back into the light, the darker he has to become. Then he meets Emily Stevens, a woman who not only stirs a voracious sexual need in him, but becomes the only thing anchoring him between good and evil.


Emily is consumed by Shane, pushed sexually in ways she never dreamed of, falling deeper into the all-encompassing passion that is this man. She trusts him. He trusts her, but therein lies the danger. Emily has a secret, the very thing that brought her to him in the first place, and that secret that could that destroy them both.

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Early Praise

Over 100 5-star early reviews on Goodreads! 

“Angst-y, sexy contemporary romance with big emotional and financial stakes set against the backdrop of two dynamic families. Sure to leave readers desperate for the next installment.” – Kirkus Reviews
“High-octane romance set above the glittering lights of Denver is enhanced by the dominance of a powerful man and the cunning sweetness of a woman who isn’t cowed or swayed by his wealth…a fascinating mystery and characters with distinct voices.” – Publishers Weekly

“I was hooked from beginning to the end and was gasping when I reached that last page. I am in desperate need to get book two. The characters are completely charming. Shane and Emily are perfect together,” – Lindsey, The Smut-Brarians

A Note From Lisa

This series will have FOUR full-length books in it. The first four will be Emily and Shane’s story and there will be a fifth fir a secondary character’s story (more information to come soon). I don’t have covers or buy links for these books YET, but I DO have titles and tentative release dates!

· Book One – Hard Rules – August 9, 2016
· Book Two – Damage Control – February 2017
· Book Three – Bad Deeds – August 2017
· Book Four – End Game – February 2018

I am SO excited for this series to come out, because it is so unlike my other series. I am hoping my readers love it just as much as I did when I was writing it! PLEASE be sure to sign up for my TEXT LIST (link below). That will be where/how I communicate when these titles, and others, are available for pre-order, on sale or when I have a big giveaway!

XOXO,

Lisa Renee Jones

Excerpt

My order appears and I
straighten, intending to claim my coffee and find a seat, when a pretty
twenty-something brunette races forward in a puff of sweet, floral-scented
perfume, and grabs it.
“Miss,” I begin, “that’s—”
She takes a sip and
grimaces. “What is this?” She turns to the counter. “Excuse me,” she calls out.
“My drink is wrong.”
“Because it’s not your
drink,” Karen reprimands her, setting a new cup on the counter. “
This is your drink.” She reaches
for my cup and turns it around, pointing to the name scribbled on the side.
“This one’s for Shane.” She glances at me. “I’ll be right back to fix this. I
have another customer.”
I wave my acknowledgment
and she hurries away, while my floral-scented coffee thief faces me, her
porcelain cheeks flushed, her full, really damn distracting mouth, painted
pink. “I’m so sorry,” she offers quickly. “I thought I was the only one without
my coffee and I was in a hurry.” She starts to hand me my coffee and then
quickly sets it on the counter. “You can’t have that. I drank out of it.”
“I saw that,” I say,
picking it up. “You grimaced with disgust after trying it.”
Her eyes, a pale blue that
matches the short-sleeved silk blouse, go wide. “Oh. I mean no. Or I did, but
not because it’s a bad cup of coffee. It’s just very strong.”
“It’s a triple-shot latte.”
“A triple,” she says,
looking quite serious. “Did you know that in some third- world countries they
bottle that stuff and sell it as a way to grow hair on your chest.” She lowers
her voice and whispers, “That’s not a good look for me.”
“Fortunately,” I say in the
midst of a chuckle I would have claimed wasn’t possible five minutes ago, “I
don’t share that dilemma.” I lift my cup and add, “Cheers,” before taking a
drink, the heavy, rich flavor sliding over my tongue.
She pales, looking
exceedingly uncomfortable, before repeating, “I
drank from that cup.”
“I know,” I say, offering
it back to her. “Try another drink.”
She takes the cup and sets
it on the counter. “I can’t drink that. And you can’t either.” She points to
the hole on top, now smudged pink. “My lipstick is all over it and I really
hate to tell you this but it’s all over you too and . . .” She laughs, a soft,
sexy sound, her hands settling on her slender, but curvy hips, accented by a
fitted black skirt. “Sorry. I don’t mean to laugh, but it’s not a good shade
for you.”
I laugh now too, officially
and impossibly charmed by this woman in spite of being in the middle of what
feels like World War III. “Seems you know how to make a lasting impression.”
“Thankfully it’s not
lasting,” she says. “It’ll wipe right off. And thank you for being such a good
sport. I really am sorry again for all of this.”
“Apologize by getting it
off me.”
Confusion puckers her brow.
“What?”
“You put it on me.” I grab
a napkin from the counter and offer it to her. “You get it off.”
“I put it on the cup,” she
says, clearly recovering her quick wit. “
You put it on you.”
“I assure you, that had I
put it on me, we both would have enjoyed it much more than we are now.” I
glance at the napkin.
“Are you going to help me?”
Her cheeks flush and she
hugs herself, her sudden shyness an intriguing contrast to her confident
banter. “I’ll let you know if you don’t get it all.”
My apparently lipstick-
stained lips curve at her quick wit but I take the napkin and wipe my mouth,
arching a questioning brow when I’m done. She points to the corner of my mouth.
“A little more on the left.”
I hand her the napkin. “You do it.”
She inhales, as if for
courage, but takes it. “Fine,” she says, stepping closer, that wicked sweet
scent of hers teasing my nostrils. Wasting no time, she reaches for my mouth,
her body swaying in my direction while my hand itches to settle at her waist. I
want this woman and I’m not letting her get away.
“There,” she says, her arm
lowering, and not about to let her escape, I capture her hand, holding it and
the napkin between us.

Those gorgeous pale blue eyes of hers dart to mine,
wide with surprise, the connection sparking an unmistakable charge between us…

 

Author Bio

 

New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Lisa Renee Jones is the author of the highly acclaimed INSIDE OUT series, which is now in development for a television show to be produced by Suzanne Todd of Team Todd (Alice in Wonderland). Suzanne Todd on the INSIDE OUT series: Lisa has created a beautiful, complicated, and sensual world that is filled with intrigue and suspense. Sara’s character is strong, flawed, complex, and sexy – a modern girl we all can identify with. I’m thrilled to develop a television show that will tell Sara’s whole story – her life, her work, her friends, and her sexuality.

In addition to the success of Lisa’s INSIDE OUT series, she has published many successful titles. The TALL, DARK AND DEADLY series and THE SECRET LIFE OF AMY BENSEN series, both spent several months on a combination of the New York Times and USA Today bestselling lists. Lisa is presently working on a dark, edgy new series, Dirty Money, for St. Martin’s Press.

Prior to publishing Lisa owned multi-state staffing agency that was recognized many times by The Austin Business Journal and also praised by the Dallas Women’s Magazine. In 1998 Lisa was listed as the #7 growing women owned business in Entrepreneur Magazine.

Lisa loves to hear from her readers. You can reach her at www.lisareneejones.com and she is active on Twitter and Facebook daily.

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Cover Reveal: Hammer and the Mist by Clare Power

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Book: Hammer And The Mist
Author: Clare Power
Series: The Biker and The Valkyrie
Estimated Release: September 2016
Cover Designer: Margreet Asselbergs
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Synopsis

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Norse mythology meets bikers meets love where it isn’t supposed to exist.

Statuesque, blonde and beautiful, Mist is the epitome of Norse perfection. As leader of the Valkyries, she’s been sent to Walhalla, South Carolina by Odin himself…

The Valkyries’ objective is clear: gather the souls of biker warriors for Ragnarok; the war at the end of the world.

Hammer is the president of Odin’s Ravens MC, and as dark as Mist is fair. He’s going to need help from Mist and the Valkyries to keep the Iron Barbarians from taking over the state.

The Valkyries aren’t supposed to get involved, and Mist isn’t supposed to fall in love. Add in the complications from witches, trolls, and some trouble-making nightmare Maras and Odin’s army of souls may soon have reserves.

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Hi – my name is Clare, and although it shocks me, I’m an author…

I’m English and consider myself a biker, whether you do or not is up to you.
I come from the Midlands, but have moved up North (!)

I started to ride bikes in 1980, and have been around bikes and bikers ever since.

I’ve loads of interests and hobbies but particularly I ride and drive horses and craft

Contact me

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On Facebook I can be contacted in a number of ways.

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Cover Reveal: Hotshot by Ahren Sanders

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Release Date: August 29, 2016

Genre: Contemporary Romance

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Synopsis

I don’t remember a time I didn’t love Crenshaw Bennett.

I tried to deny it, but my feelings grew deeper.

I thought he could never love me the way I love him.

I was wrong—outrageously, deliriously, and beautifully wrong.

One innocent kiss changes my life forever.

Suddenly, Shaw is mine.

Loyal, devoted, and the most loving man on this Earth.

Together, we create an explosion of fiery passion, devotion, and chemistry I never knew was possible.

All of my dreams are within reach, but I should have known it was too good to be true.

The past always catches up to you, and I’m left staring at my worst nightmare.

Faced with the unthinkable, I am forced to choose between the man I love and a past I cannot change.

Shaw’s fighting like hell to prove we can have it all, but can I find the strength to be the woman he needs?

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New Release & Review: We Shouldn’t and Yet… by Stephanie Witter

Title: We Shouldn’t And Yet…

Author: Stephanie Witter

Category/Genre: Erotic Romance

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Cover Designer: Stephanie Witter

Release Date: June 7

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Blurb:

What happens when you’re attracted to the wrong person?


AIDEEN


I didn’t expect to feel so drawn to my best friend’s father when I first meet him.

It’s unexplainable and most of all, it’s unexpected. He drinks too much, is rough around the edges, and is so obviously into casual sex and nothing more, but there’s just something about him that calls out to me. 

I’ve thought my heart was battered beyond repair, but maybe I have been wrong. 


“There was something so sexual, so carnal, so intense in the way Jensen looked at me.’’ 


JENSEN


She is my son’s best friend and I know he wants more, but I can’t help it. Whenever she is around or her name is mentioned I’m turned on. I’m not used to denying myself to feeling so strongly for a woman so young, but she gets me.

I can’t do a damn thing to stop these feelings. 

No amount of alcohol helps.

I didn’t think it could be possible to feel so drawn to a woman, but it looks like I have been dead wrong. 


“I want her to want me just as madly as I do her.’’ 


They shouldn’t and yet…

They can’t resist each other.


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Review

Taboo for sure, forbidden, even more. Stephanie Witter takes romance someplace it really shouldn’t go but it is so fun getting there!

Aideen has been Hal’s best friend for years. He has been her pillar through the darkest of times but Hal is just waiting for his change with the beautiful woman. That is if his dad doesn’t step in first and claim what he wants. Yup, taboo and forbidden.

Jensen is 16 years older than Aideen and Hal, but there is something about Aideen that seems to crash barriers and bring him from a dark place. But Hal is his son. This is bad, so bad… and yet, you can’t look away! You have to keep reading.

Forbidden love and taboo romance is what this book is all about but it is also about finding that one person that is just made for you. Sometimes you have to hurt others and sometimes you have to break the rules to make your life count.

Now, with all that said, they are both of age and both consenting adults and can decide for themselves what is right or wrong. But can they convince everyone around them that they know what they are doing?

This book is well written and there is lots of steam. It wasn’t a traditional read for me, but I enjoyed it just the same. I loved seeing all the darkness come to light and that to me indicates a book worth reading!

Excerpt:

“I’m the worst fucker, right? I’m going after the girl my son has feelings for. I actually fucked the girl he’s after. Tell me I’m not bad news now.’’

I cringe, but even then I don’t feel it. I’m supposed to be angry on Hal’s behalf, to be disgusted that a man could go behind his son’s back like this, but I’m not. I want to forget everything and Jensen can do it. I want to be wanted, so wanted that all control has gone out the window and I’ve only known this with Jensen. It’s only Jensen always on my mind, even more than Yann these days. It’s Jensen I crave in a way I’m still unfamiliar with. 

“I’m just as bad, then. I only found out today and I still want you.’’

He stops breathing before he lets out a long relieved sigh. “You don’t want to be with him?’’

I shake my head. “Not at all.’’

He comes back to me and forces me to walk backward as he takes a hold of both my hands and locks my wrists behind my back. He’s crowding me and I’m letting him lead. “Do you have any idea how crazy you make me?’’ He backs me against his bike, my ass pushing against the slick machine as he tugs on my wrists behind my back until I lower my back slightly. “Do you know how dangerous it is for me to feel this way? I’m losing it with you, beautiful. I’m lost on the very edge of the cliff now and at any time I’m going to fucking jump. You better be ready to jump with me and fall,’’ he growls out before he releases my wrists to grab my hips and bring me on the bike, my legs wide open, my back to the handle bars. He throws his long leg over the saddle and faces me before he grabs me again and sits me over him until I feel his thick erection against the apex of my thighs, pushing against my aching core.

I lose all train of thought. I can’t process his words, the way his eyes seem desperate for me. All that’s on my mind is the way his hands feel on me, the way he’s already so hard, so ready for me. All I want is him inside me. Now. On his bike.

“Jensen,’’ I say in a sigh as we lock our mouths in a deep kiss that shakes me whole.

I grip his head, my fingers weaving through his short hair as his tongue battles with mine in a delicious war that sends my blood into overdrive. I move against him, pushing just enough to feel his cock rub over my clit through our jeans. 

“I want to hear you scream my name until you’re hoarse, beautiful, and you’re going to,’’ he says in my mouth as he unzips my jacket and takes it off me, sending it to the dirty ground full of dead leaves, dry sticks of wood, grass, and moss.

About the Author:

Stephanie Witter is a dreamer. She started learning English at three, and fell in love with the language. Always with a book, or two close by, she can’t spend a day without reading (or writing).

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New Release: Tyson Caine (Brothers in Arms #1) by Aleya Michelle

 

Title: Tyson Caine
Series: Brothers in Arms #1
Author: Aleya Michelle
Genre: Contemporary Romance/Romantic Suspense 
Release Date: May 26, 2016
Blurb
Brothers by blood, friends by choiceI am Tyson Caine, the eldest brother of three; I am their keeper, role model, watchful eye.

I am also seventeen and in love with the most beautiful girl in the world, she just doesn’t know it yet, plus she is my best friend…
Should I risk our friendship for love?Family Life is average, never a dull moment, especially with three totally different personalities…

What will happen when chaos & turmoil are thrown upon us?
Can we keep our lifelong bond or will our connection be ripped apart,
Will the most sacred person to us, our mother turn her back and walk away?Can we unite and fight as one, or will the feud be brother against brother… The fight has begun, can it be stopped before it turns to a brutal war and blood is shed?

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 Excerpt
No one can truly explain the way love feels—it’s something you have to experience for yourself. Brooklyn never ceases to amaze me. Every day I fall in love with her a little more.

Tyson Caine

 

 Author Bio

 Born and raised in Sydney, Australia. I am in my thirties and happily married with three gorgeous boys.
My first love has always been reading, so the writing side is very natural to me. Favourite books include anything by Abbi Glines, but Fallen too Far is a favourite, Pulse & Collide by Gail McHugh and The Driven trilogy by K Bromberg.
Hobbies of mine are playing netball; shopping and I love listening to music. I add it into my writing frequently.

I am totally enjoying this rollercoaster of being an Indie author and hoping others enjoy my writing as much as I love writing it.