Friday, March 31, 2017

James Crow




Title: Six Toy 
Author: James Crow 
Genre: Erotic Romance 
Release Day March 29th












Emma,
Moving in with Jonathon Gold was a whole new wonderful life. It felt like I’d been plucked from another dimension and dropped into a carnal nirvana, with endless rabbit holes of exploration just waiting for me to tumble down them. And gladly I tumbled – until I wanted more.
I wanted to be Head Girl, to service clients, especially when The Judge made enquiries for a day with a plaything. I thought I was strong enough. I thought I was on top of this newfound promiscuous game, but I was wrong.
Jonathon Gold had demons in his closet. Thing is, Jonathon’s closet turned out to be real, and if I really wanted to nail my man, really wanted to learn the art of the submissive and face The Judge and his perverted kinks, I’d have to live it first, in that sordid little room, and become Jonathon’s toy for a day without a squeak of complaint.
Then I’d face The Judge.
Giving is receiving, so Jonathon tells me.
I’m pretty sure I can do that.
~~~ 
Jonathon,
Emma Jane brings bubbly brightness to my world. She’s sexy, gorgeous, na├»ve and vulnerable, and her enthusiasm for her new life lifts me, really lifts me. I love her, my dirty girl, and I know in my heart it’s a love that will last forever, but right now she’s a rookie, an over-confident rookie.
The best way for rookies to learn is to be thrown in at the deep end, is it not? And it couldn’t get any deeper than The Judge – a man-mountain of depravity.
The last time he visited, he took charge of the closet for a day of filthy debauchery, but the door to that seedy little hole has been locked for almost two years.
Demons await me in that room, and demons either need to be purged or danced with, don’t they?
If Emma wants more, she has to earn it. And earn it she will when I unlock that door.
~~~ 
Emma Jane must learn the art of the true submissive before she can become Head Girl, but Jonathon has demons to struggle with as he takes her down the steamy path to subservient bliss.








James Crow lives in the UK in a redbrick mansion, where the walls are tall, the basements deep, and where secrets aplenty are just waiting to be told. Watch this space.









Melissa Toppen


How We Fall Cover Reveal



It’s not always about how we fall- it’s about where we end up once we land.

I remember the very first time I laid eyes on Cole Lincoln. It still feels like yesterday when he stumbled into my life with his messy brown hair and dark eyes. Even though I was only ten years old at the time, I knew right then and there that he was going to change everything.

From that point on Cole and I were always together—inseparable—and I naively believed we’d be best friends forever. But forever didn’t last nearly as long as I expected.

We grew up and grew apart, life driving the distance between us, but my love for Cole never faltered. Even long after he moved away, leaving me and our little town behind, I still carried a piece of him with me every single day. Because Cole wasn’t just my childhood best friend- the boy who knew me better than anyone else in the whole world. He was also my first love- a part of my very core.

When a tragic death brings us face to face again after six years, every single memory comes rushing to the surface. Only this is not the boy I fell in love with all those years ago. The man before me is hardened, intimidating, and so damn sexy I practically melt when those dark eyes meet mine for the first time in six years.

And like the first time he walked into my life, I know with complete certainty that everything is about to change.

How We Fall is a STANDALONE Contemporary Romance.







Melissa Toppen is a Reader's Choice Award Winning and Bestselling Romance Author of New Adult, Contemporary, Erotic and Romantic Suspense. She is a lover of books and enjoys nothing more than losing herself in a good novel. She has a soft spot for Romance and focuses her writing in that direction; writing what she loves to read.



Melissa was born and raised in a small town in Ohio and now resides in Cincinnati with her husband and two children, where she writes full time.


In addition to spending time with family and friends, Melissa loves going to concerts and is obsessed with the T.V. shows Game of Thrones, The Walking Dead, Once Upon a Time and Outlander.


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Synopsis
Charlotte Kenny is nineteen years old and a prostitute.
Not by choice, though.

When a client is murdered, Charlotte is thrown into a world she believes should be between the pages of a novel.

Beau Mercier is an ass with a dark past.
When Charlotte ends up on his doorstep, he knows trouble will follow.

Two people, who neither trust nor like each other, are forced together in a town where all is not as it seems.
Can Charlotte escape her trouble? Can Beau open up enough to help her?
Both want to, but secret pasts, murder, and intrigue, get in the way.

Harlot accompanies the thrillers, Gabriel and A Deadly Sin, and can be read as a standalone.

For readers over the age of 18.

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Excerpt
I slumped into my broken and grubby sofa, wincing at the soreness of my bare feet. I didn’t have the energy to clean them. Instead, I poured myself a glass of cheap wine and gulped it down. My hand shook so much it was hard to hold the glass to my lips. The wine burned its way down my throat, mixing with the bile that was churning in my stomach. I pulled my dirty feet up onto the sofa and curled up. Finally, the tears fell.

I hugged myself, trying to get some warmth into my bones. The trailer I lived in was freezing with just a small gas heater that gave off enough of a smell for me not to want to use it. I pulled a quilt around my shoulders and then cried harder. 

My grandmother had made that quilt; it was the only item I had that reminded me of her.

I missed her bitterly. I had since she’d died but more so then. She would have hugged me; she would have known what to do. I would never have found myself in the situation I was had she been around. I cried out her name, praying she could hear and guide me. Not that I thought I could sleep, but I closed my eyes, hoping that dawn would arrive quickly and I’d have a clearer mind.

A sweep of car headlights across the room disturbed me. I sat up, pulling the quilt tight around me and held my breath. The lights came to a stop outside my trailer. I quietly slipped from the sofa, and in a crouch, I crept to the window. I sat on the floor, my back to the door, knowing if someone looked in, they wouldn’t see me.

My blood froze in my veins when I heard my name being called, more so, when I recognized the voice. If he wanted to get in, one kick would have the front door fly off its brackets. I covered my mouth to stifle the sob when the door rattled.

“I know where you’ve been, whore,” he slurred, before laughing. “You won’t be going back there.”

“Please, go away,” I whispered, hoping for divine intervention. That came in the form of a dog.

Barking echoed around outside, becoming more frantic. I heard his heavy footsteps clomp down the wooden steps, away from the door, and then the headlights swept across the room again. I sat, straining my ears to listen for the engine of his car and breathed a sigh of relief when that sound became faint.

I knew at that point I couldn’t stay there. I had to leave. I scrambled to my feet and rushed into my bedroom. I gathered what few belongings I had, and crammed them into a battered backpack. The last thing I picked up was the quilt. 

I pulled on some socks and my sneakers, still aware of how dirty my feet were, and headed for the kitchenette. Hidden in a cupboard, in a small tin, were my meager earnings, well, the portion of earnings I was allowed to keep. In addition, there was my ‘gift’ of a hundred dollars. At the thought of that ‘gift’ and the person who gave it, tears welled in my eyes again. I would call the police, but I would have to do it anonymously. There was no way I could go forward and publicly report what I’d seen.

I was scared, I was trailer park trash, and I was a prostitute.

Copyright T J Podger



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Tracie Podger currently lives in Kent, UK with her husband and a rather obnoxious cat called George. Shes a Padi Scuba Diving Instructor with a passion for writing. Tracie has been fortunate to have dived some of the wonderful oceans of the world where she can indulge in another hobby, underwater photography. She likes getting up close and personal with sharks.

Tracie likes to write in different genres. Her Fallen Angel series and its accompanying books are mafia romance and full of suspense. A Virtual Affair is contemporary romance, and Gabriel and A Deadly Sin are thriller/suspense. The Facilitator is erotic romance.


Available from Amazon, iBooks, Kobo & Nook
Fallen Angel, Part 1
Fallen Angel, Part 2
Fallen Angel, Part 3
Fallen Angel, Part 4
The Fallen Angel Box Set
Evelyn - A Novella To accompany the Fallen Angel Series
Rocco A Novella To accompany the Fallen Angel Series
Robert To accompany the Fallen Angel Series
Travis To accompany the Fallen Angel Series
A Virtual Affair A standalone
Gabriel A standalone
The Facilitator A standalone
A Deadly Sin A standalone
Harlot A standalone

Coming soon
Allana - 2017
Hitchhiker - 2017
Jackson - 2017
Letters to Lincoln 2018
Rocco: The Missing Years 2018

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Thursday, March 30, 2017

Lauren Landish



Title: Anaconda 
Author: Lauren Landish 
Genre: Romantic Comedy  





They say size doesn’t matter... 



Football star and internet sensation Gavin “Anaconda” Adams is the biggest celebrity our little town has ever seen.

But I had no idea who he was when I accidentally walked in on him naked.  

I was shocked, seeing all of him, a cocky grin on his face. I didn’t know what to do.

So I ran.

Now I’m in a world of trouble. No matter what I do, I can’t get that image out of my head. His strong muscular thighs. His washboard abs. His big, throbbing, toe-curling… Jesus!

To make matters worse, Gavin wants a date with me. He’s seen the lust in my eyes, and he’s not taking no for an answer. I should tell him to get lost. He’s nothing but trouble, and he’s only here for a week. 

But with one look, I go weak in the knees. And whenever I hear his deep, rich voice, I feel my defenses crumbling. 

It’s only one night. What could it hurt?

Anaconda is a full-length Sexy Romantic Comedy with an HEA, no cheating, and no cliffhanger!






Brianna
I freeze as Gavin strolls into the coffee shop, moving with a swag that steals the breath from my lungs. He’s dressed in black pants and a white dress shirt that’s opened at the front, showcasing the tanned skin underneath. And he looks damn good. Not as good as he did standing in front of me naked. But still good.
For a moment I freeze, unsure of what to do, but then I quickly duck down behind the counter before he can see me.
What the hell are you doing?” I hear Mindy demand in a whisper from above me. I give her a shushing gesture as I hear the sound of footsteps approaching.
Hi, welcome to the Beangal’s Den,” I hear her say pleasantly. “How can I help you?”
I’m looking for someone,” I hear Gavin say. I close my eyes and hold in a groan at his deep tone. God, that voice. I feel like I’m lying on a bed of velvet whenever he speaks.
Sure, sir . . .”
Mindy Parker, you bitch, you’d better not give me away.
Gavin Adams.”
It’s a pleasure, Mr. Adams. I’m Mindy, the assistant manager here at the shop,” Mindy says flirtatiously. “We here at Grand Waterways are happy to host D-town’s biggest celebrity.” I have to roll my eyes at her audacity of putting emphasis on biggest, and if I weren’t hiding, I’d give her a good smack to boot.
Nice to meet you too, Mindy,” Gavin says, seemingly ignoring her play on words. “I’m looking for one of your co-workers, one of the maids. She’s about my age, maybe a little younger?”
Gonna need a little more than that,” Mindy says, and I bite my lower lip, hoping she’s not about to play a prank and betray me. “There’s a lot of part timers here. The hotel has a work assistance deal with the university. Do you have a name?”
No,” Gavin says. “She ran out on me before I could get it.”
Thank God he didn’t get a good look at my name tag.
Ran out on you?” Mindy says, a note of humor entering her voice.
My heart pounds in my chest as I wait for his response. If he’s here to find out my identity so he can report me to my asshole boss, I’m screwed.
I hold in a groan as hear Gavin clear his throat. “Um, yeah, I bumped into her in a vending machine room on the top floor,” he lies.
Relief sweeps through me and I close my eyes in gratitude. Good, he’s not here to find out who I am so he can report me and make a big deal out of it. My eyes pop back open and go wide a second later as what he’s really here for hits me.
No way.
Oh really?” Mindy hums innocently, making me want to smack her upside the head. She’s enjoying this a little too much. “How about you tell me what she looks like?”
Well, she’s about five eight or so, with rich brown hair and big, beautiful brown eyes,” Gavin says, a slight catch in his voice. “And a face that’s just . . . perfect.”
My breath stills in my lungs as I listen to his description of me, and I have to wonder if he’s talking about someone else. I’ve got plain brown hair and there’s nothing special about my eyes.
Damn, I’m jealous. You’re making me wish I were this chick with the way you’re talking about her,” Mindy jokes. “She sounds absolutely gorgeous.”
She is gorgeous,” Gavin says, his voice heavy.
I nearly choke, I’m so flattered. I wish I looked like the girl he’s describing. I almost feel like he’s lying, but it’s obvious he’s not. He came all the way down here just to find me. I bite my lower lip, my heart racing. It’s just so hard to believe.
Mindy taps a finger to her lips. “Hmm . . . now that I think about it, I might know who you’re talking—” Mindy begins to say, but before she can complete her sentence, I pinch her leg as hard as I can. “OW!” Mindy squeals.
What’s wrong?” Gavin asks as Mindy glances down at me, rubbing her thigh while I shake my head, mouthing no, no, no!
A sudden sharp pain,” Mindy says smoothly as if nothing happened. “You know, one of those annoying, pesky things that just seems to stab you out of nowhere?”









Lauren Landish is a #1 Contemporary Bestselling Romance Author. Her Sports Novel Blitzed reached #2 on the US Amazon Kindle Bestseller list and #1 in Canada in May 2016. Additionally, her other books have frequently cracked the top 10 and 20 on the Amazon Kindle Bestsellers lists.
Writing has always been her first love and she's happy to write for women who are thirsty for a little heat in the bedroom!
Lauren now resides in North Carolina with her boyfriend and her fur baby.










Bella Love-Wins




TITLE: The billionaire and the virgin 
AUTHOR: Bella Love-Wins 
GENRE: Romance 







Jackson
The world tilted a little on its axis the second that innocent little country girl appeared from the other side of the privacy glass on my penthouse terrace. Everything changed. Her timing couldn’t be any worse, but the second she climbs onto my balcony, I have to have her. 
Her name is Dahlia.
My doll.
Now, she’s my property. 
She doesn’t know it yet, but Dahlia is about to be owned.

Dahlia
The bossy billionaire wants to make me pay.
The first time I laid eyes on Jackson Knight, the bossy billionaire next door, he gave me an intense, panty-dropping stare with those mesmerizing, sky-blue, brooding eyes. 
The second time, I trespassed onto his penthouse balcony to retrieve a wayward, high-strung Shih Tzu I was pet-sitting for his neighbor.
Jackson warned me never to do that again, or next time he’d punish me and make me pay.
Well, dogs will be dogs.
It happened again.
And I found out he wasn’t lying about punishing me.
Now I’m naked and tied to Jackson’s bed. Any minute now, I’ll have to tell him that I’m a virgin.

*Authors’ Note: The Billionaire and the Virgin is a Standalone Romance with a guaranteed HEA ending and no Cliffhanger.






Bella Love-Wins
Copyright © 2017
All Rights Reserved.
 Jackson POV
“Jackson,” she moans. Grinding on my hand and cock, she whispers how much she wants me against my lips.
Fuck. My cock can’t wait another second to get inside her. I pull my fingers out, and with one sharp jerk, I bury my dick balls deep into her tight, smoldering hot pussy. Dahlia pulls from our kiss, and cups a hand over her mouth, muffling her moans as I fuck her hard. Knowing I’m the only one to ever breach her inner walls make me wild, and taking her raw like this, here at work, well it’s hot as fuck.
We go on this way for a while, and I drag her sweater up, moving her bra aside to suck and tease her breasts. As I swirl my tongue around each nipple, her core starts to tighten and throb around my shaft, letting me know she’s close without words. Grabbing her ass again, I ram into her, thrusting in and out.
I can stay like this for ages, taking her on every piece of furniture and in every position imaginable. But the thing is that we’re in my office, and although the door’s locked, I know there’s enough going on business-wise that I shouldn’t drag this out for too long. Someone is liable to interrupt us, and if it pertains to Mont Blanc, it’ll be too important to ignore. As much as I hate being responsible at a time like this, it’s best if I wrap this up before I get pulled away.
“Come for me, doll,” I whisper into her ear.
 She digs her fingernails into my shoulders through my shirt, holding on tight as she grinds her hips. With a small cry, her body writhes through her climax. Her tight cunt feels like it’s summoning my dick to cum inside of her. I can’t fucking resist. A moment later, I explode my release deep in her core.
We pant hard to catch our breath, and after a short while, I get to my feet while she’s still connected to me, carrying her to my private bathroom. “You know what this means?” I ask as I lower her legs to the floor.
“What?”
“You need to bring your fine ass down to my office more often. In those hot cowboys boots.”
She smiles, pulling her skirt back down her legs. “We’ll see.”
Just as I expected, there’s a hard, demanding knock on my office door. “What the hell is it, Gemma?” I shout. “I’m busy!”
“That’s no way to talk to your secretary,” says the very familiar masculine booming voice coming from the other side of my office.
It’s my dad.
“Fuck.”
“Who is that?” Dahlia asks nervously.
“My father. Don’t worry, I’ll get rid of him,” I tell her, grabbing a hand towel to clean off. I put my dick back in my pants, zip up, and give my hands a quick wash. “You go ahead and get yourself straightened up.”
Walking briskly to the door, I pull it open a few inches. I’m almost bowled over by Dad, who charges in and walks right past me to my desk, wearing a three-piece pinstripe suit, and with his gray hair neatly combed back.
“We need to talk,” Dad grunts, and rests his hand on the backrest of the very chair where I just had my way with Dahlia.
He doesn’t notice that she’s standing in the middle of my bathroom—and Dahlia is too nervous to draw any attention to herself by shutting the door.
I’m not afraid of my father finding that I’ve been up to extracurricular activities in my office. It’s my office after all. What I know, though, is he’ll be very interested in the object of my lust. Dahlia isn’t going to leave here without Dad meeting her again. And he’ll want to know more about her. Which can go either way for her.
Dad gives me a once-over from head to toe. “Since when do you walk around the office looking like that? Half your shirt is out of your pants…and fix your damn tie.”
“Let’s talk in one of the boardrooms,” I tell him.