Reckless Conduct by Brandy Ayers @EJBookPromos @BrandyWritesSex

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Title: Reckless Conduct
Series: Blue Line Book One
Author: Brandy Ayers
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: November 22, 2016

 

He burned her once…

Sophie Gallo has survived a lot in her twenty-three years. Both parents gone, dreams abandoned, and a heart shattered. But she came out on the other side stronger than ever.

Then, one night with Luke in her bed… on her kitchen table… against the wall… made Sophie feel alive again. Right up until he ran before the bed stopped shaking. Seeing him every day at the Middleburg Police Station, thanks to her job as the office manager, is a special kind of torture. But she clings to her hate and anger, hiding her sadness and desire, even from herself.

She weakened him once…

Sergeant Luke McCracken lives to serve and protect. Not only the citizens of Middleburg, but also the woman who captivates him mind, body, and soul. Even if that means shielding her from the biggest threat to her happiness – himself.

Luke gave in to his lust once. But he won’t allow himself to be reckless with Sophie’s heart again. Though he can’t help but provoke her just to see her passion, even if it comes in the form of hatred. He’d live on nothing but the memories of their night together if it meant she’d have the life she deserved.

His town is being plagued by a rash of break-ins and an increase in drug overdoses, and his desk overflows with cases waiting to be solved. But never, in all the time he told himself to protect Sophie from the risks he presented, did he think she would find herself in danger from outside forces.

One night with her stole his heart, one dispatcher call stopped it.
This is book 1 in the new Blue Line Series, all featuring a different hot police officer at the Middleburg Police Station. Each book can be read as a stand alone. If you like hot men in uniform doing naughty things to strong, smart women, this is the book for you!



 “This sexy book is a fun fast read that will capture your attention from the first to the last page with the sass of Sophia and the swagger of Luke.” – Hot Box Reviews

“A bit of violence, drama, a sexy time or two, this was a good read…” – MJ’s Book Blog and Reviews
“Although you know going into this story of the end result, the journey to get there truly made this an entertaining escape.” – Reader Review

 


The door swung shut behind her, and she sent a silent prayer out to the sky that he wouldn’t follow her.

No such luck. Not three paces from the door, it swung open with enough force that it slammed against the brick wall.
“Sophie! Where the fuck are you going?” He bellowed across the quiet parking lot.
“Home. Stay away from me; I’m warning you. I have pepper spray.” Tears threatened to spill once more. She would not cry in front of this asshole.
“I promised your uncle I’d watch you tonight. You can’t leave without me.” Footsteps echoed off the walls of the surrounding buildings as he stalked after her.
She stopped on a dime and spun to face him. “Don’t you dare try and use my uncle as an excuse to try and get into my pants, you asshole. We both know you don’t give two shits about my well-being. Just go back inside. There are plenty of badge bunnies in there that would love to do you in the bathroom. Go bother one of them.” It hadn’t been her intention to yell at him, but once she got started, her control quickly snapped and anger spewed from her mouth.
“Listen, I’d be lying to your face if I said I didn’t want to fuck you against that car right this second. But I swear to you, I will just make sure you get home okay. I gave the chief my word, and damn it, I keep my word.
She could tell he was struggling to keep his cool. But his bullshit moral self-righteous act needed to be called out.

“Really? You keep your word?” She shoved a finger hard into his chest, the pain and anger she’d held for far too long finally breaking free. “What about two years ago when you said I wasn’t just a hook-up?”

Luke hung his head, unable to meet her gaze.
“That’s what I thought, fuck-wad.”
“Jesus, Soph, it was two years ago. Like you said, get over it. I was an asshole, I admit it.”
“Yeah, you were an asshole, all right. You took advantage of a girl who’d lost her dad not four weeks before.” The crack in her voice made her even madder. “Sure, the tequila was my idea, but you went along with it. You were the one saying crap like I was the most beautiful woman you’d ever seen, and you just wanted to be closer to me. You have any fucking idea what words like that do to a woman?” She wiped at the bitter tears that spilled from her eyes. “I thought you liked me. I thought we had a future. The bed hadn’t even stopped shaking from our fucking before you were out the door. Then at work you just pretended like nothing had happened. And now, what? You want a repeat performance?” Silence filled the air as she waited for a response.
“Sophie…”
“No. Fuck you, I don’t give a shit about your answer. I’m done. I’m going home.”
Before she could move an inch, his hands gripped her biceps, pulling her flush against his hard body. His lips crashed into hers. She tried to retreat, but he followed until her back pressed against the cold metal of her car.
Her initial resistance to the kiss evaporated as soon as his teeth nibbled her bottom lip. A needy moan slipped out as she opened her mouth, welcoming his tongue. She clutched at his shirt, wrapped a leg around his hip, and thrust her mound against his arousal.
Breaking the connection, Luke’s voice was thick with desire. “We should get you back home.”
Regret swept through her as reason returned. This was Luke McCracken, infamous womanizer, classic alpha male. Not a potential boyfriend, just a heartbreak waiting to happen. Again.
Brandy Ayers is a writer of erotic romance. Or romantic erotica, depending on how you look at it. She has been telling stories in one form or another since she was a child and decided her English / Irish heritage was boring. Instead, for a 4th grade class genealogy assignment, she weaved a tale of mystery and intrigue about her great, great grandpa chief of the Navajo tribe. No one bought it. Brandy lives in Pennsylvania with her husband, son, and a very depressed basset hound.

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Put Out and Beard Mode by Lani Lynn Vale @EJBookPromos @LaniLynnVale

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by Lani Lynn Vale
Title: Put Out
Series: Kilgore Fire Series #5
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release Date: January 26, 2017
Cover Model: Matthew Hosea
Photographer: Furious Fotog
Angie is a survivor. Anything you could throw at her, she could overcome.
After her father left her like a pile of unwanted trash, she began fighting. Fighting to build a life. Fighting to keep her child. Fighting to matter.

She thought she had it all figured out.

Then Bowen Race Tannenbaum walks into her life, turning it into a flurry of confusion, hope, and then ultimately despair. He tore down, brick-by-brick, her carefully constructed world, leaving her heart in tatters and longing for more. Such as a happily ever after, something that wasn’t ever going to happen for her. Not when she couldn’t give him what he wanted. He’d break her, and she couldn’t be put back together a second time.
Bowe wasn’t always so jaded, but when you keep drawing a losing hand, it tends to affect a man. He didn’t mean to lash out so carelessly. But he was so over being told no. He was done being lied to. He was through with being cheated on.

This time, his heart was getting what it wanted. If Angie wasn’t able to see what he was offering, what was right here in front of her, well then, he’d just have to damn well show her.

“What’s wrong with you?”  Booth asked, following me.
I turned my head only far enough so he could see my glare.
Obviously, though, the glare didn’t’ have the intended affect when he continued to walk into the room, parking his ass in the bunk straight across from mine.
Sure, the bunk was his, and I wasn’t the only one who shared this room, but I wasn’t up for any chatter. Especially after the night I’d had.
“You gonna make me guess?” He continued as if I wasn’t ignoring him.
“You’re a persistent bastard,” I grumbled, turning my head to face the wall.
“Come on, you know you want to talk to your best friend, Booth.”  He teased.
I tossed the man a look.
“You’re not my best friend.”  I told him.
He pouted, and I sighed, rolling until I was on my back, very carefully since it seemed the bed was about the same width as my back.
“I’ve completely and utterly failed in getting the woman I want to go out with me to even hold a conversation with me for longer than a minute.” I told him.  “I saw her last night—with another man—and I don’t know what to do to get her to see me.”
Booth’s mouth fell open.
“You’re shitting me.”
I shook my head, feeling heat hit my face as I did.
“No.”
“But…you’re the dream boat.  You’re the man that Masen tells me all the time is the hottest guy at the firehouse. You literally could have anyone that you wanted.  What’s the deal?”  He kicked his feet up so they were resting on the side of mine.
“Nothing to tell.  I’m just…awkward.”
“Awkward, how?”  He persisted.  “Awkward as in you can’t talk to a woman awkward, or awkward in which you accidentally whip your dick out of your pants to break the ice instead of using your big boy words?”
I tossed him a look.  “She was shot…or something. I have the girl in the back of the ambulance with her shirt off and all I can do is stare at the scars on her abdomen. My staring kept me from asking her anything when I had the chance. Now that I’ve decided that she’s worth losing my favorite mechanic’s trust, I’ve done everything I could to speak with her, and she still ignores me.”
“Where does she work?”  He asked.
“The hospital and for her brother.  You know her.”  I cleared my throat. “It’s Angie.”
Booth stared at me for all of two seconds before he fell backwards to the cot.
“You’re doomed.”
I laughed, zero humor in my voice.
“Yeah, I know.”
The tones dropped indicating a call was coming through for us.
We both paused in our conversations, and I cursed when I heard what it was.
“Mother fucker.” I sighed.  “This has to be a fucking joke.”
Booth’s face showed the way he felt about the call that had come in just like I was sure mine was as well.
“This is some fucking cosmic joke, isn’t it?”  I asked.
“Sorry buddy.”
Hurrying to my feet, I jogged lightly to the bay where my turnout gear was located.
Despite this being a medical call, we were still required to put our gear on.
Which was why I was sweating my balls off when we finally arrived at Soco Garage, the very same garage that none other than Angie Soco also worked.
Title: Beard Mode
Series: The Dixie Wardens Rejects MC Series #1
Genre: MC Romance
Release Date: February 23, 2017
Cover Model: David Byers
Photographer: Michael Stokes
Aaron don’t ever call me Fatbaby’ Sims is lucky to be alive. Or at least that is what everyone keeps telling him. He doesn’t feel lucky, though.

He’s scarred, has more than a little bit of a bad attitude, and there isn’t a single day that goes by that he doesn’t wish his wife would’ve just finished off the job.

After being denied his old position at the fire department, he leaves, and doesn’t look back. He heads straight to Alabama and into the semi-welcoming arms of The Dixie Wardens MC. There he becomes a part of a brotherhood that forces him to get back in the land of the living.

—

Imogen is a smart girl. A girl who doesn’t always make the best decisions.

Her heart is in the right place when she walks into that prison, but it doesn’t take long for her to realize that her heart shouldn’t have had any say so in the matter. Especially when one wrong move lands her in the arms of a scarred man that looks frightening enough to scare any sane woman away.

Immediately enthralled by the angry man, she tries to get closer to him. But the harder she tries to get to know him, the further he pushes her away.

—

The only thing Aaron wanted to do after his now ex-wife was sent to jail was escape. Escape the awful memories. The pity-filled eyes. The curious glances.

He does a damn fine job at ensuring he draws as little as attention as possible, but then that annoying woman with her startling blue eyes starts hammering away at his resolve. Makes him feel when he doesn’t want to feel.

Imogen comes into his life and carves out a place for herself, obliterating his defenses one heated kiss at a time.

It doesn’t take long, and he realizes he’s in deep. Too deep to ever want to come out.

Imogen will know what it’s like to be loved by a reject.
“New guy.”  Someone muttered behind me.
I turned only my head to find Stone, the president, staring at me with hard eyes.
“Yeah?” I asked him, dropping my bag on the floor and heading in his direction instead of out the door like I’d originally intended.
“You’re here because you have a special set of skills that we need.”  The leader of the band of misfits, Stone, drawled.
I nearly laughed.
“That sounds like a bad line out of a movie.” I muttered, wondering where he was going with this.
He tossed me a glare and then yelled.
“Truth!”  Stone yelled.  “Ghost! Get the fuck in here!”
Ghost and Truth walked in the door at the same time, both of them turning to the side to walk inside, and stared at Stone
“Ghost, hold Truth down so New Guy can give him the fuckin’ shot.” Stone grumbled.
Ghost tackled Truth and wrestled him to the desk, then sat on him while Stone leaned back and watched.
“No, motherfucker!” Truth yelled.  “I don’t want it!”
“It’s the fuckin’ flu shot, you dumb shit.  Not a fuckin’ tracking device. Take a fuckin’ chill pill.”  Stone grumbled, staring at the scuffle that was going down in front of him.
I picked up the syringe from the table, similar to the one I’d given everybody else’s flu shot with, and stabbed it in the meat of Truth’s arm.
Truth bellowed in rage, and I flipped the guard up on the syringe before tossing it into the trash can.
“Done?” I asked Stone.  “I have to get to work.”
Stone nodded.
“Yeah, thanks.” He nodded. “Have fun at the nut house.”
I grunted something unintelligible, causing him to laugh.
“Don’t sound so excited.” He laughed.
I flipped him off and walked out the door just as Ghost was letting Truth up
“Why you gotta be such a big motherfucker?”  Truth growled.  “If you’d been anyone else, I’d have gotten away.”
“Why do you think I called Ghost instead of anyone else?”  I heard Stone reply.
I’m a married mother of three. My kids are all under 5, so I can assure you that they are a handful. I’ve been with my paramedic husband now for ten years, and we’ve produced three offspring that are nothing like us. I live in the greatest state in the world, Texas.

   
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Over The Edge by Meredith Wild @BareNakedWords @bnwauthorservices

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 Over The Edge by Meredith Wild

Genre: Contemporary Romance

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“An intriguing, sexy story about unexpected love and balancing others’ expectations against your heart”
NYT Bestselling Author Shayla Black
“The third book in Wild’s Bridge series is a fantastic read, certain to woo new readers and satiate her returning fans. Over the Edge checks off all the boxes: it’s emotional, intense and extremely sexy. Wild taps into an often thought of as taboo fantasy — one woman sharing two men — and makes it a possibility, allowing the reader to live vicariously through the main character. While this is part of the Bridge series, it’s also effective as a standalone novel.”
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Olivia Bridge has always been a good girl—good grades, good friends, and a good job that her wealthy parents handed her. Desperate to carve out a life that is truly hers, Liv walks away from it all and takes on the challenge of helping her brothers open a chain of fitness centers in New York City. Just as she’s beginning to find her footing in a new place, she’s caught between two men who couldn’t be more determined to turn all her goodness inside out.
Will Donovan has the capital to make the Bridge brothers’ entrepreneurial dreams a reality. Taking their uptight sister to bed seems a reasonable perk for the risk. Liv is the smartest, sexiest prude Will’s ever met, and he can’t wait to break her down.
Life is too short for Ian Savo to play by anyone’s rules. Sharing women with his friend isn’t anything new, so when Will introduces him to Liv, he can’t wait to get a taste. But falling for the same girl, or falling at all, was never in the plans…
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The Bridge Series follows Cameron, Darren, and Olivia Bridge, three siblings living in New York City. Desperate to break away from the crushing expectations of their wealthy and privileged and equally broken family, they carve out a new path together. But can they find real love along the way?
Each book follows a different sibling’s journey and can be read as a standalone.

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Meredith Wild is a #1 New York Times, USA Today, and international bestselling author of romance. Living on Florida’s Gulf Coast with her husband and three children, she refers to herself as a techie, whiskey-appreciator, and hopeless romantic. When she isn’t living in the fantasy world of her characters, she can usually be found at www.facebook.com/meredithwild.

Other Books in the series:

Into The Fire (The Bridge Series #2)

On My Knees (The Bridge Series #1)

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Untouched by Renee Regent @EJBookPromos @reneeregent

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Title: Untouched
Series: Higher Elevation Series #2
Author: Renee Regent
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Release Date: November 22, 2016
Love isn’t always what it seems to be…..when you are living in the past
When you can’t believe what you see…

In the summer of 1978, photographer Zac Daley is the only one who sees a young woman in the lake, crying for help. When she shows up in his photos, and begins sending him cryptic messages, he must find out why.

When you don’t believe what you’re told…

Amanda Bresky has not given up on Zac, even though her parents have forbidden her to see him. They can’t see past his long hair and hippie clothes, and even Zac himself has told her they aren’t a good match. He wants no part of a relationship, and thinks they should just remain friends. But she is determined to break through to his heart, whatever it takes.

When the truth is buried in the past…

Zac’s interest in the mysterious girl in the lake becomes an obsession when she appears, demanding he deliver a message for her. With Amanda’s help, he sets out to solve the mystery, but at a cost neither of them could foresee. Haunted by his own past, Zac is determined to leave Fort Winston, Colorado as soon as possible─but a wayward ghost and a certain hot-blooded redhead are tempting him to stay.

His words were smothered by her lips. It wasn’t a friendly kiss, either. She’d thrown her arms about his neck, pulling him to her, the softness of her chest smashing into his. His brain reeled in protest but his body’s response was the opposite; any passerby would have told them to get a room. His hands traveled of their own accord, one grabbed her hip while the other was buried in a handful of her hair. Their tongues were waging war, exploring in a frenzy, months of pent–up desire spiraling out of control. A small part of his brain pleaded for reason to return, but it was too late.

A lifelong entrepreneur, Renee Regent spent most of her life writing for business. But she never lost her love of writing stories, especially romance, science fiction, and fantasy. She’s always been fascinated with the science of how the universe works, but equally entranced by the unexplained. Being an incurable romantic, she now writes stories about the power of love, with a supernatural twist. Her stories feature psychics, witches, ghosts and ordinary people who do extraordinary things.

Renee, a California native, lives in Atlanta with her husband, three cats and four turtles. When not working or writing, she can be found sitting on her deck enjoying nature. Wine may or may not be involved….

A member of Georgia Romance Writers and the Georgia Writer’s Association, Renee also loves blogging and sharing her ideas on the business side of being an author, trends in fiction, and tips she has learned in her writing journey.

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Whiskey Neat by Lani Lynn Vale @EJBookPromos @LaniLynnVale

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Griffin Storm wasn’t prone to violence, but when someone takes what Griffin holds dear, the world as he knows it is gone. Retaliation, revenge and rage fuels him. His MC, The Uncertain Saint’s, do their best to offer support, but Griffin is beyond redemption. He’ll do what he has to do. Kill who he has to kill. He doesn’t care if that means he dies. If it gets him what he wants, then it’s worth it. He fakes it all until the night he walks into a sex shop for batteries and lays eyes on a woman that will change his life. Lenore makes him think past tomorrow. Makes him want to see just what the future might bring. But his life’s a dangerous one built around pain and deception, and not for the faint of heart. He won’t give up the past, not until he’s done what he promised to do. And if that means she’s not there when the dust settles, he’ll risk it. Lenore, though, won’t give up on him. She’ll fix him, whether he wants her to or not.

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Torment by Aleya Michelle @aleyamichelle @EJBookPromos

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Title: TORMENT
Author: Aleya Michelle
Genre: Dark Romance/Romantic Suspense
Cover Design: Rebecca Berto, Berto Designs
* Image by Lindee Robinson Photography
* Models – Denise Emilia & Chad Feyrer
Can two afflicted strangers from the dark side, help each other back to the light?
Willow Steele is a survivor – barely.
Her mother was murdered in front of her.
Eight years old. Nowhere and nobody to call home. Willow did what she had to in order to survive life.
Alcohol.
Drugs.
Rehab.
Faced with a straightjacket, a bare cell at Ferndale and the prospect of going cold turkey from the vices that have been keeping her alive, Willow is furious. She wants her drugs. She wants her freedom. She wants out of this place.
Hunter Edwards is an addict.
Just one taste, to impress a girl, and heroin ended up taking every bit of self-control he’d ever owned.
Six months later he is hooked and spiralling out of control. Break and enters, car accidents, trouble with the law. His mother and the cops sign him into Ferndale as a last resort before shipping him off to the army.
That’s where he sees her. Willow. The girl in the cell.
The dark haired, blue eyed angel that steals his heart.
Can Willow & Hunter help each other through the hardest fight of their lives?
Or will they both fall harder than ever before?
This is a dark romance. It is not for the faint hearted. You’ve been warned…

Born and raised in Sydney, Australia. Aleya Michele is in her thirties and happily married with three gorgeous boys.

Aleya is the author of six full length books and one novella.

Her first love has always been reading, so the writing side is very natural. Favourite books include anything by Abbi Glines, but Fallen too Far is a favourite, Pulse & Collide b Gail McHugh and The Driven trilogy by K Bromberg.

Hobbies are playing netball; shopping and listening to music, which is frequently added to her writing.

Aleya looks forward to introducing her readers to new characters, as her new book’s come out. She totally enjoys this rollercoaster of being an Indie author and hopes others enjoys her writing as much as she loves writing it

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Fail to Fight by Maci Dillon @macidillon @EJBookPromos

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Title: Fail to Fight
Series: Lessons In Love #1
Author: Maci Dillon 
Genre: Erotic Romance Novella
Release Date: November 22, 2016
An emotional story of unrequited love…

 


Chloe

Now, I ask you not to condemn the man I loved without knowing all the details. What he did was inexcusable and unforgettable, yes, but I wanted to forgive.

What I struggled with was why he left me scared and broken, without a fight.

With no goodbye, no closure. 

And without closure, there was no moving on.

Will

Visions of her would haunt my dreams for all eternity. That night destroyed my world and changed my life forever.

Will grabbed my hand and led me toward a semi-hidden corridor at the secluded end of the establishment. “I can’t wait until tonight,” he told me as I followed willingly.

He slammed my back against the wall and covered my body with his much larger frame when we reached a point hidden from wandering eyes. “The sound of your soon-to-be name makes my cock so fucking hard for you, Chloe,” he growls. Possessing my mouth unapologetically, he devours my whimpers and with precision slips his hand beneath my dress to pull my panties to the side.

Panting with need and already oblivious to anyone who might walk past and spot us, I happily spread my legs to allow him to work his magic. I would never deny him. I couldn’t. He owned me; mind, body and soul. And he knew it.

Two fingers deep inside my soaking pussy, I grind myself against his hand. The heat of his kisses trail down my neck, across my collarbone and make their way to the tops of my breasts, driving me wild. His erection was hard against my midsection as he seduced me, almost to my knees. The harder he pumped his fingers, the louder I moaned until he took my mouth again and fucked me senseless with his tongue.

In less than a minute I came completely undone around him, pulling at the short lengths of his dark hair, sucking at his tongue as I rode out my orgasm over his fingers. This man could take me anywhere, and the result was always the same. I couldn’t get enough of him.

Swaying in my moment of ecstasy I started to unbuckle his belt to release the button on his jeans. I could feel how badly he needed a release too.

“Fuck, little one. You’re so goddamn beautiful,” Will whispered into the cusp of my neck.

The pocket of his shirt started to vibrate, he ignored it or didn’t notice as I took out his cock and began to stroke it. When it started again only seconds after it ended, I grabbed the phone and handed it to him. I slowly began to slide down the wall until I was crouched before him. Will watched with raw hunger in his eyes as I came to rest my ass on my heels to avoid marking my bare knees on the concrete floor.

I teased the tip of his cock with my tongue, his groan making my core wetter. “Answer it, Will.” The phone still buzzed in his hand. He groaned with displeasure and flicked open the phone. “Jamie, what’s up?” he breathed heavily into the phone as I took him deep into my mouth.

I could vaguely hear Jamie laughing on the other end. “You, I’m guessing. Can’t you leave that poor woman alone for thirty minutes, man? Get your ass here, it’s your turn to buy drinks, and we’re thirsty fuckers.”

Will grunted, slammed the phone shut and clutched my head while he guided himself in and out of my mouth with perfect, even strokes.

It was no secret, our sexual appetite for each other. Even if we’d wanted to, we couldn’t hide it. We were in love.

Will was my drug.

His moans grew louder, and his hold on my head tighter. He was close. I could taste the pre-come when I flicked my tongue seductively in and out of the small opening at the tip. I pumped my fist up his length as I toyed with the head of his cock, licking, sucking and finally taking him all the way to the back of my throat.

A deep growl rose from his chest and he began to drive his cock into my mouth at a fast pace. I loved giving head, it was the only time he allowed me complete control.

“That’s it, baby, yes,” Will panted. “I’m gonna blow.” I sucked harder and moaned around his cock until he emptied his load into me. Licking my lips, I looked at him from beneath hooded eyes.

“So, I heard you’re buying,” I teased.
Maci Dillon is a self-confessed lover of chocolate, wine and mummy porn. A mother of three sporty children, Maci fits in writing between her family and full-time Marketing & PA business. Maci is a daydreamer who loves writing short, erotic scenes and loves reading M/M, ménage and sports romance. A true minx at heart, in her spare time you’ll often find her by the beach with a cocktail in hand.

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The Ball Games Novella Bundle by Andie M. Long @EJBookPromos @andiemichelle

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Title: The Ball Games Bundle
Novellas Included: 
– Balls
– Snow Balls
– New Balls Please
– Balls Fore
Author: Andie M. Long
Genre: Romantic Comedy Novellas
Release: November 21, 2016

MEET THE TURNERS in the hilarious Ball Games Series. 

The First Four novellas now available in one sexy bundle.

 

BALLS: Camille Turner meets ex-tormenter Dylan Ball again, only now he’s grown up and HOT.
SNOW BALLS: Tyler Turner gets his eviction notice. It’s son versus mum Dora, but while he’s at war will he ever notice he has an admirer?
NEW BALLS PLEASE: Feeling ignored Dora goes on holiday to learn tennis. While she’s there partner Tim turns Alpha. At the same time, a guilty Dora reads one of her self-help books about becoming a devoted Housewife. What’s going to happen when they reunite?
BALLS FORE: A blast from past returns to upset Beth and her carefully ordered life.

It’s not every day a chocolate penis is wanged in your face.‘Mum. Stop it, you’re in a children’s play centre,’ yells my best mate, Camille. Her shouting only has more people turning towards us.‘Oh, Camille. How do you think all those children were made? If it wasn’t for willies, there wouldn’t be anyone in your business.’‘Talking about business, leave Beth alone.’‘But she’s an expert.’‘Not with penises I’m not.’ I sigh. ‘But chocolate, yes. Cam, go make us a drink so I can have a proper conversation with your mum.’

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Sighing, I follow Dylan through the bank. I can’t help noticing that for an arsehole, his bottom is rather nice. Tight and firm.
He swings round. ‘Are you checking out my bum?’‘No.’ I go to flip my hair but meet nothing as it’s in the damn ponytail.‘Sorry, my mistake,’ Dylan raises his hands in mock surrender. ‘That’s just how it looked. You know, in the reflection there.’ He points to a glass cabinet. I look and see our reflections. Fuck.‘It’s a kink in the glass or something. Makes it look weird.’ I fold my arms around myself.Dylan tilts his head as he looks at me. ‘Kink, hey? Hmm.’

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What the fuck does she read?I called in sick again. It’s now late Tuesday morning and I’ve spent hours pouring over these books. Billionaires. Cowboys. Rock Stars. I’ve also been through the shelves. Dora already had a couple of the books I’ve bought her. One thing they all have in common? What I have seen termed as an Alpha Male. Basically, you start off treating the woman like absolute shit, but it’s okay because you have issues. It’s not personal, it’s because you’re an orphan. In these books, every one of them is an orphan. Could the authors not be fucking bothered to write parents and family in? Fuck those few thousand words and complications. Road accident for Ma and Pa. Job done. Well, I’m not an orphan but my mum died a few years ago, so that’s something I can work with. I’ll develop some kind of issue with it, to make myself angry.

Andie M. Long is author of The Alpha series which includes Amazon Number One Erotic Thriller The Alphabet Game; Co-writer of the Amazon Number One Erotic Romance/Adult fiction bestseller The Bunk Up with DH Sidebottom and The Ball Games series, amongst others.

She lives in Sheffield with her son and long suffering partner.

When not being partner, mother, employee or writer she can usually be found on Facebook or walking her whippet, Bella.

Andie will be signing in Liverpool and Newcastle 2017 and York 2018.


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Stay The Night by KT Webb @EJBookPromos @KT_Webb_Author

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Title: Stay the Night: A Chicago Love Story Novella
Author: KT Webb
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: November 18, 2016
Available on Kindle Unlimited

Twenty-four-year-old CeCe is ready for law school, she just has to decide which one. A surprise opportunity at Harvard Law beckons, but a ghost from her past returns and forces her to reevaluate her priorities.

CeCe finds herself staying with Miles, her best friend’s older brother, and learning how to love again. She’s spent years building up her walls, and Miles tears them down in seconds.

If she decides to stay the night with him, she needs to be sure he will stay forever.

KT Webb is a big city girl living in small town South Dakota. Although she was born in Michigan, most of her younger years were spent between the suburbs of Chicago. Moving to South Dakota was a big change, and she never would have guessed she’d fall in love and decide to stay. She has been married to her wonderful husband since 2006 and they have two beautiful children ages 7 and 4.

KT has been writing for as long as she can remember and always dreamed of becoming a published author. She loves to create stories that make readers look at things differently and question reality; which is probably why she tends to write paranormal or fantasy novels.

She is a firm believer in the power of redemption, second chances, and that magic surrounds us every day if we know where to look. KT is a goofy and fun-loving person and is often described as snarky, bold and brash.


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Tremble by Alison Foster @alisonsreads @EJBookPromos

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Title: TREMBLE
Author: Alison Foster
Genre: Contemporary Romance/Romantic Suspense
Release Date: November 15, 2016

 

Not everything sounds good when you say it. Some things sound, well, just wrong. Like saying I hired a male escort to be my fiancé leading into (yeah, this is sounding bad) marriage, a fake marriage, one about money.

 


See, that did not sound good at all, but you’ll have to just trust me on this, that was the innocent part of the story. You know, the sunny bit before the fall. Because the rest of this story cannot be described in polite company. Not even a little.

First it gets, well, unapologetically hot and then it gets wickedly hot and then it kind of goes nuclear and becomes oh-muh-goodness hot.

That’s Lukas Dupree. He’s a-whole-nother level of naughty, but that’s not what this is about. This is about the darkness that followed—the chilling turn my story takes after he made me tremble to my core.

Maybe the choices mentioned above mean I deserved it all in the end.

I don’t know. You’ll have to tell me.

Dreams must feel like this. I stand quietly in the door frame of my apartment, gazing at any woman’s fantasy. Lukas Dupree in nothing but dark blue boxer briefs. His tan back is muscled in so many delicious ways. He’s like a sculpture with incredible detail. Smooth and powerful. Velvety and mouthwatering. The tattoo that runs from the top of his left shoulder down to where his right kidney would be is an added bonus.
He does not acknowledge my presence. It must be a dream. When he turns slightly, his abs cause an electricity surge to race up my spine and tickle the back of my neck. I feel delicate and combustible.
He’s dancing a little. I notice he’s wearing ear buds and holding his phone. Maybe this is real. Maybe I’m here with Lukas. Maybe my eyes are enjoying his explosive pecs, deltoids, biceps, triceps, the entire gamut of sinews and tendons. So much for a woman to admire in a single man.
Too much. Entirely too much.
He stops his little groove when he spots me. His eyes bust me and capture my racing heartbeat. He takes the buds out of both ears.
“Oh, hey,” he says. “I didn’t hear you.”
Because I didn’t say anything. Good that he thinks I did, instead of just silently staring at his offerings like a lusting stalker.
“Yeah,” I say, finally finding the strength to lift my eyes to his face and keep them there. “Sorry to interrupt your little groove.”
“And sorry about the casual dress,” he says. “I always sweat after a hot shower. I need ten minutes to cool off.”
I don’t know how to respond so I don’t. And if I were to complain, he would see right through me. In fact, I try not to look at him at all. He reads people too well for me to give him another glance into the hot mess of my dizzy mind right now.
Today’s the day I’m presenting him to my family and friends. We should be leaving soon.
“Can you be ready in fifteen minutes?”
“On it,” he says.
I feel almost sad he’s going to get dressed. Okay, I need to get it together quick. Trying to forget the way he filled out that one tiny piece of clothing he had on is proving difficult. Thank God for my breathing technique.
I can’t help but stare as the pants slide slowly up his legs and get stuck on his bulge. Oh, come on! He grins and raises his eyebrows sheepishly.
I’m furious and thrilled at the same time. I glare at him, but my eyes can’t help but watch as he uses his right hand to push his bulge down so he can pull the pants over the obstacle until he finally gets them to his waist.
I march past him in an angry panic. “We’re going to be late,” I say quietly through my suddenly parched throat.

My dress is waiting for me on the bed, but I have to sit next to it and catch my bearings. I get up quickly and shut my door. I lock it. Only then can I exhale. I feel like screaming. This should all be much easier than this.    

USA Today Bestselling author Alison Foster loves reading a good love story almost as much as she loves writing one. She spends her time dreaming up strong heroes and even stronger heroines and she enjoys finding unexpected strengths within her characters when they are in the most unexpected places.

She believes that passion makes the world go round and that a sexy grin is as sweet as candy. She loves interacting with readers, so feel free to drop her a line.
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