Tuesday, June 27, 2017

Michelle Hughes

Church
By Michelle Hughes
Blurb:
Sebastian Church is a heartless, egotistical bastard and those are his positive qualities.  He’s ruthless in business, using the leverage in his multi-billion-dollar company to crush anyone who gets in his way. People are stepping stones, and mercy isn’t a word he’s familiar with.  Sex is a pastime hobby and Church isn’t against using it to his advantage.
Ashley Mulder is a recent graduate from college eager to get her foot in the business world.  When her best friend gets her an interview with Church Industries it’s a dream come true.  Until it’s not.  Meeting Church she discovers the fear people have of him is well-founded and she’s no match for the merciless CEO with no compassion.  What Church wants he gets.  He wants her. She’ll have to decide.  Is selling her soul to the devil to save a friend worth the chance of being destroyed?
Innocence meets sinful corruption.  Darkness meets light.  Temptation has never been so terrifying.  In Church’s own words. “I’m the only religion you’ll ever need.”
Snippet One:
“You make me sick.” Her words were still softly spoken, even as she insulted.
“You’ll learn to want me more than any man.” It wasn’t ego talking, I knew how skilled I was in bed. Shrugging, I let her words roll of me, because they didn’t matter. The bottom line did. “Are you agree-ing?”
“I’m a virgin.” Did she think that would save her? I didn’t mind setting her straight.
“You won’t be for long, if you say yes.” It was rude, but I wasn’t known for my flowery words.
“God! Yes, okay. Just promise me that Deshawn is no longer indebted to you.” The tears made me an-gry, and I wanted to demand she stop them.
“I’m the only religion you’ll ever need. Leave your precious God out of this. Now, get yourself together woman.” Standing up, I walked over to the bar and poured her two fingers of scotch and brought it back. “Weakness is something you should never
Snippet Two: “Invite me in.” I wasn’t taking a step inside until she did. Ashley had to want me more than that pa-thetic little man she’d kissed earlier!
Her gaze was still confused as her lips spoke the words that gave me every right I needed, “Come in.” I pushed the window open feeling like some teenager as I propelled my body through the opening. “This is a dream.” She shook her head, looking at me, tears filling those gorgeous eyes.
“This is not a dream, Ashley.” Walking over to her bed, I ripped her nightgown down the middle, exposing that beautiful body I’d craved to possess. She pulled the tattered pieces together in front and sat up quickly. Her hands trembled as she attempted to cover herself.

Author Bio:
Michelle Hughes is an American author who writes sensual romance and paranormal fiction. Hughes was formerly a country singer/songwriter and toured with a national satellite talent showcase. Recently, she was awarded a Kindle Press contract for her western romance, Cowboy Sanctuary. Other books in her library are: Fantasyís Bar & Grill series, Tears of Crimson series, Sin, Rude, and the You Donít Know Jack series. Hughes lives in Alabama with her husband and five children.
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Victoria Flynn

Title: A Soul’s Surrender
Author: Victoria Flynn
Genre: Urban Fantasy/Paranormal Romance
Cover Designer: Airicka’s Mystical Creations
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Blurb:With great power, comes great responsibility. That’s something Maya Thibodeau has found out the hard way.
Maya thought she had it all. She had defeated the man that sought to destroy everything she held dear and in the process, found the love of her life and saved her best friend. However, that was before the Loas decided to meddle in her life. If only she hadn’t signed that contract...
Now, she finds herself whisked away to the Land of the Dead and facing her own impending nuptials to the Baron Samedi.
Far from home and anything familiar, she must navigate the muddy waters of royal politics among those who would love nothing more than to see her fail. As if that weren’t hard enough, she must do it all while finding the Baron’s missing wife and battling the growing seed of darkness left by Drake.
The clock is ticking.
Only one thing is certain. War is coming and she will decide who wins and who loses…But, which side will she be on?
Victoria Flynn is a married mother to two daughters and a recent graduate of the University of Michigan. She married her high school sweetheart and together, they travel as often as possible. Mostly, frequenting the wonderful city of New Orleans. When she's not writing or working, she can be found with her nose buried in a good book or outside enjoying the unpredictable Michigan weather and doing mom stuff.
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Years ago, when I was sixteen, my friends thought it would be fun to visit one of those tarot card readers and have our fortunes told. At the time, I didn’t believe in such things, but being at the tender age of sixteen and needing to fit in overrode those thoughts. I went along, thinking maybe at the very least, the fortune teller would be a good laugh and weave some pretty fantasies for me and my friends, very generic ones that could apply to just about everyone.
The fortune teller had a small storefront in the local shopping district in Lafayette. She was gorgeous with her mocha skin and opulent garb covered in sequins and gemstones. Her presence demanded attention and respect when she entered the small room from behind a crushed velvet curtain. The stereotypical costume and her initial predictions didn’t stray from my expectations. My girlfriend’s fortunes held a man in her future, a death in the family for another, some would come into money, and others would be greatly successful.
Things changed though when she came to me. The tarot cards started off fairly run of the mill, but changed as she turned over each of the six cards. The Emperor—I would have success and achievement and an important man would help support me in my endeavors. The Lovers—I would have a great choice ahead of me, one with considerable risks. Death and the Tower—a turbulent or catastrophic change was coming to my life and such changes would conjure a lot of fear within myself. Strength—my negativity could become my downfall. The World card—I would be successful on my journey.
Madam Jeanine had seen great potential in my reading.
“May I read your palm?” she had asked, hand outstretched and concern carving deep lines into her face. Those lines grew deeper as she gazed at my hand while shooing my friends out of the room.
Waiting for her to say something, anything, I had simply looked around the room at all the trinkets she had fastened to the wall. Antique mirrors, tall pillar candles, and patchwork quilts decorated the space. In the corner of the room was a large alter covered in feathers, skulls, and a large brass bowl where incense smoke billowed up.
“Very strange indeed.”
Madam Jeanine, had sprung up from her seat and shuffled over to the small bookcase that sat hidden in the corner by draped tapestries. She had ran her finger over the spines before finding whatever it was she was looking for and plucking it up from its resting pace.
It was a black, leather bound book with no discernable title etched into its cover. Madam Jeanine had turned and looked me straight in the eye.
“I have a theory, but I just want to do one more test to make sure, you know, just to confirm my suspicions.”
I had nodded indifferently, going along for the ride. The fact that I was being held up, irritated me to no end, but I remained courteous as ever and tried not to let my irritation show. Madam Jeanine had walked about the room, blowing out the candles as she came upon them. She had grabbed a large white pillar candle and placed it in the middle of the table before me. She had fished a cloth sack out of the lower half of the altar and returned to the table. She inhaled deeply.
“Ready?” she’d asked.
I shrugged. “I guess so.”
I wasn’t sure where she was going with this or what was waiting in the bag, and I was a tad nervous to find out.
She had pulled a small pile of bones out of the bag and held them between her hands. Madam Jeanine started whispering to them too low for me to make out what she was saying; I knew from growing up in New Orleans that this was voodoo at its finest.
At sixteen, you think you know everything, both about yourself and about the world without ever really experiencing it. This situation was no different. I thought voodoo was superstitious bullshit that was ingrained into the very fabric that Louisiana was cut from. I paid no real attention to what Madam Jeanine told me on that very ordinary day with my friends.
Angie had poked her head into the room. “You going to be much longer?”
I’d waved her back into the other room and returned my attention to Madam Jeanine. The woman hadn’t wavered in her attentions to her tasks at all. My momentary distraction was all it took for Madam Jeanine to swoop in and prick my finger. Blood welled up where she had punctured my fingertip. She brought the bloodied metal into the flame of the candle.
My finger stung and I popped it into my mouth. I tasted the metallic tang of my blood as I attempted to staunch its flow.
Her eyes had popped open and she dumped the contents of her hands onto the table top, scattering the bones in every different direction. I looked down at the bones, not seeing how someone could make sense of those things. My gaze shifted back and forth between Madam Jeanine and scattered bits, waiting.
Madam Jeanine had looked back up at me, the twinkle in her eye shone brightly. “Maya, you have a hell of a road ahead of you.” She patted my hand. “One that will be filled with heartbreak and loss.”
I internally rolled my eyes at the cliché.
“You will find great love, to be sure. The everlasting kind,” she said with a kind smile. “But it will not last. He will be lost to you.”
I asked no questions of the woman, nor did I give much acknowledgment to her prophecy. Despite her ominous statement, she’d looked radiant, like she had just discovered a diamond mine.
I guess in a way, she had.
It’s funny the things you remember years later, when hindsight is twenty/twenty and crystal clear. Madam Jeanine had been right in everything she had said. I had experienced great loss; my parents had died when a megalomaniac murdered them so they wouldn’t be able to interfere with his future plans. My destiny had been written long before I was born, and I would be great. But would I be happy? I doubted it.
What the fortune telling voodoo woman had been the most right about was the very thing that hurt me the most. I had known great loss, but nothing greater than the despair I felt in that moment. Sitting there in my new bed chamber where the Baron Samedi had promptly deposited me upon my arrival to the Land of the Dead, I pondered how my life had come to this.

Michelle Dare

Title: Daylight Follows
Author: Michelle Dare
Genre: NA Romance Standalone
Blurb:
Daylight Follows is a standalone new adult romance.
Direction and a sense of purpose for her life evaded Daniella Archer. She was in college, but her classes didn’t hold her interest. She had a boyfriend, but never got butterflies when he was near. Her two best friends were her lifelines, the ones who always stood by her. Then tragedy shattered her world and she sunk into a deep depression. She watched helplessly as the rainy sky mimicked her tears and the dark clouds, her mood.
Garrett Ramsey secretly loved Daniella throughout their high school years. When he moved away, he finally put those feelings behind him and moved on with his life, or so he thought. Just seeing Dani again brought all of the feelings he thought were long dead, straight to the surface again. She never saw him as more than a friend, so he didn’t tell her how he truly felt.
Two people, two paths, both missing something significant. Storms swirled all around and the blackness of night seemed to last forever. They dared to hope daylight would follow.
Michelle Dare is a romance author. Her stories range from sweet to sinful and from new adult to fantasy. There aren’t enough hours in the day for her to write all of the story ideas in her head. When not writing or reading, she’s a wife and mom living in eastern Pennsylvania. One day she hopes to be writing from a beach where she will never have to see snow or be cold again.
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Author Niquel

Title: Bed of Lies
Series: Bed of Lies Vol 2
Author: Niquel
Genre: Dark Erotic Romance
Release Date: June 26, 2017
I considered my life to be lackluster.

I craved something new and exciting.
I thought I needed a man to take care of me, 
to show me what true love meant.
After countless failures and terrible dates, 
I decided to go online, and that’s where I met him. 
He was everything I could have ever wanted: sweet, 
caring, and a true gentleman. 
Linc was the epitome of true boyfriend material
—until he showed me his true colors. 
Now I’m fighting for my life in a place unknown; 
I’d give anything to go back home.
“Bed of Lies plays with your mind, rips your heart and leaves you strangely falling in love with the Monster Linc” ~Smashly Bookalicious Reviewing Chicks
“It will rip your heart, mess with your mind and ultimately you don't have a choice but to love Linc” ~Goodreads Review (Betty)
“An epic dark read and can't wait for Bed of Lies 3.” ~Goodreads Review (Catherine)



Linc is back and darker than ever.
He's after a family and even the attempt on his life in Boston does not deter him from finding the right woman to take as his own.
His business is dark but he is a far more darker man. He lures, captures and breaks his prey.
She wanted someone to take care of her. She wanted excitement and a different life. Now, all she wants is to return home to life she once had.
Going the distance, isn't what one would hope. At least not for Tricia, no one comes for her. She is falling for a gentleman, a business man and is about to meet the real Linc.
This is a dark read and is not intended for all readers but if you love dark reads and have a chance to pick up this series you will fall in love with Niquel. 
“Go inside, asshole!” I heard Linc yell at someone. The light was turned on and the brightness stung my sensitive eyes. I blinked to focus, but everything was moving too fast and out of focus.
“Linc, it’s not what you think!” the young kid yelled out.
“It’s not? Did you not betray me? This woman was not taken because of your loyalty to El Tigre?”
The kid didn’t answer.
My eyes finally adjusted and the kid looked like he was barely eighteen. He had long dark hair and tanned skin, and he had on a suit that was several sizes too big. Linc pushed him down in front of me, pressing his skull down with the sole of his shoe.
“She almost died because of you! Whatever they were paying you, I could have paid you double if you were loyal!”
Linc took a sharp hunting knife out of his jacket and stabbed the kid in the back of his neck, right under the base of his skull. His body went limp, but he was still alive. I shook and cried, trying to back away from him. I didn’t want that to be my fate.
Linc snapped his fingers and Yavuz came in to remove the boy. Linc kneeled down in front of me and cut the tape away from my ankles, spreading my legs open wide. He ran the cool metal over my thighs and I was paralyzed with fear.
He cautiously peeled the tape from the corners of my mouth and placed a kiss on my sore lips. His tongue slid in between and I opened up, letting him consume me. This man confused me like no other.
I broke our kiss and looked him in the eye. “Can you untie my arms?”
“I can’t.”
“Why not?”
“Because I don’t know what I’d do if you touched me right now.”
“Well, I’d be gentle. I’d massage your shoulders then work my way down your chest and stomach. I can’t be responsible for what happens next, but I’d need a shower first.”
“I can’t protect you if you’re not tied up and out of sight.”
“Yes you can!”
I didn’t think I’d get him to do it, but he cut the tape from my wrists and I smacked him in the face. He looked at me but didn’t react. I thought for sure he was going to stab me with the blade, ending my life.
“What is the matter with you? If you want me, you can have me. You don’t have to go through all of this. I don’t want anyone else, Baş.”
He stood to his feet and extended his hand out toward mine. “Come.”
I followed him out of the room and up the stairs, and it took us a while to get out of that prison. It seemed like we were walking up the stairs for an eternity then we finally went through another side entrance to the kitchen. This place has more secret passageways than the Underground Railroad.
As we walked up the stairs, my pumps smacking off the hardwood, I saw his wife glaring down at us from above. “So are you two in love now?” she snapped.
“What does it concern you?” Linc replied.
I laughed. Their relationship was odd, but I didn’t want any part of it. Whatever issues they had were between them.
He brought me to his suite and locked the doors behind us. I stood by the bed as he disappeared into the bathroom and I heard the shower turn on. I wasn’t sure if I should go in or wait, but before I could make a decision, he came to the door naked and waved me in.
I stepped inside the standing glass shower and he came in behind me, running his hands down my spine and over the curve of my ass. I heard him squirt body wash on the pouf he’d previously grabbed from beside me and he ran it over the back of me, thoroughly cleaning everything, and then turned me around to repeat.
He washed me then stood there staring at me. His cock was hard as a rock and I fell to my knees. I placed my hand around the base and slid my lips over his slick rod. He grabbed the back of my head and shoved himself in deeper, causing me to gag, but I kept on sucking.
He grabbed me by my hair and brought me back up to a standing position, pushing my back against the wall, and made his way down my body, straight to my core. He lifted my right leg and placed it over his shoulder, palming my ass as his tongue slid in between my folds.
“Baş, I’m gonna come.”

“Do it, right in my mouth. Don’t hold back, my princess.”
Niquel is a self diagnosed coffee addict, lover of rice and beans, and chocolate—preferably not all together. She’s the creator of multiple stories full of love, passion, and power. She may toss in a ghost story every once in a while.
When she’s not busy taking care of her two little girls, she's writing or creating graphics or you can find her binge watching TV with her significant other. 
Boston born and raised, she’s always been a creative soul: attending multiple colleges to develop her love of the visual arts.
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