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DISCIPLINED by Lenore Ashwood @inkslingerpr
Today we have the excerpt reveal for Lenore Ashwood’s upcoming DISCIPLINED! Check it out and be sure to grab your copy today!
Title: Disciplined
Autor: Lenore Ashwood
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: June 29th
About Disciplined:
$5,000 per “engagement”?!?
At that price, Anya can stay in med school, her late grandmother’s only wish.
Sex with strangers is still just sex. Right?
Wealthy Cavendish Club partner, Dimi, is ready to move on from the affluent escort service he helped build. His lifelong business dream is ready, and he’s itching to pull the trigger.
Then Anya shows up…
She’s the key to the Cavendish owners’ ultimate plan—a deadly game of revenge against a powerful, evil man.
Anya unlocks Dimi’s fierce protective nature. Instead of executing his business plan, he’s breaking every rule to keep her safe. Keep her close.
She’s the bait and the stakes rise with every “engagement.” How long can he protect her? How long will she let him?
Read Disciplined today! Find out if they’ll find a way to trust each other, or lose everything trying.
Welcome to Cavendish Club, a secret playground for billionaires where science and technology combine to fulfill tailor-made sensual fantasies. It’s also the place where one woman will seek the ultimate revenge.
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Exclusive Excerpt:
He was a mountain; she could think of no other way to describe him.
His brown hair was cut in a perfect fade, wavy on top and extremely short on the sides, showing a little silver at the temples, which made it hard to pinpoint his age. Definitely over thirty, she’d guess.
His brow was strong and shadowed his eyes, but his shoulders took her breath away. They were so wide he couldn’t have fit through the car window if he tried.
His mouth was straight and stern, although his demeanor was friendly. It set off no alarm bells, and she completely trusted her instincts when it came to threats.
Her brain was weird like that. It existed in a state of calm, and the one time she’d been in a dangerous situation, it had jumped into action. It had analyzed the situation, calculating the best move to safety, resulting in her dragging a screaming Jenn away from the knife fight that had broken out in Jenn’s favorite club.
This last week of money problems had introduced her brain to a new state: stress. It could be the only rational explanation as to why the sight of this man had put her on edge. Not stress, exactly. Or any danger. More like a low hum of tension.
Twice, she’d had to keep her hands still when they’d wanted to tuck a stray hair behind her ear or adjust her glasses.
And now he was speaking, and she had no idea what he just said.
“I’m sorry—what was that?” she asked, covering her embarrassment with a brisk tone.
He held his very large palm out, hovering it over her door, and said, “I’m going to need Trevor’s card back first.”
“Oh. Of course.” She dug into her raincoat pocket and pulled out the metal card, placing it in his hand. His fingers closed over it, hiding it completely from view. “How did you know I had it? Does it have a sensor in it?”
“I think I can help with your request,” he said, ignoring her question. “But I have to advise you that you’re on private property, and that covers all information you learn or hear. This is a type of verbal NDA. Can I get your agreement on that?”
Her pulse skipped at the words “I can help,” her imagination running away with all the ways he could help her get an escort job. She conjured her grandmother’s face telling her to Prekrati eto, or knock it off. It worked.
“I understand and I agree,” she said. She looked to the house, a Spanish-style mansion, and back to the man, wondering what would happen next.
About the Author:
Lenore Ashwood is a steamy contemporary romance author who believes if you’re not squirming in your seat, she’s not doing her job.
She lives in the U.S. but considers herself a global citizen. She believes in sex positivity, human kindness, and the kind of girl power the Spice Girls sing about.
Lenore is best known for her wildly innovative Cavendish Club series, featuring stories of the ultra-affluent who seek unusual services at an elite escort agency. But Cavendish Club is different—it combines science and technology to create experiences guaranteed to more than satisfy their billionaire clientele and the consultants they “engage” with.
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I Never Let You Go by Stefanie Jenkins @givemebookspr
Series: I Never #3
Cover Design: Ya’ll That Graphic
Photo: Lindee Robinson Photography
Models: Anthony Parker & Alyde Madej
Release Date: June 29, 2020
Lauren Lawson believed happily ever afters didn’t exist for everyone—especially
her. Now a decade after watching the love of her life walk away, he’s back.
scared. She keeps her feelings locked up to protect her fragile heart from
being shattered again. But Finn has a way of getting her to open up—he always
has.
where she never lets him go?
to me so that our bodies are now touching. He’s so close that I have
to look up at him. “It’s just one dance, Lo.”
toward the dance floor and pull the corner of my bottom lip between my
teeth, contemplating my answer. I’ve never been able to resist
Finn Reynolds—why start now? I can hear his voice in my head all the
times he said, “C’mon, Lo, just one more…” One more smile,
one more minute, one more kiss, one more orgasm. What’s one dance?
rest of the champagne and place the glass back on the bar. I know that my
cheeks are flushed—I could easily blame that on the alcohol and not
at the idea that I’m about to be in Finn’s arms once again. I turn to
face him, holding one finger up. “One dance.”
widens, knowing that he won. Don’t fall for it, Lauren. That
smile still seems to make me weak in the knees, and I hate it. ”One dance,
I promise.”
his hand in my direction. I glance down first as if it were a snake ready
to strike. He tries to set me at ease, confirming it’s just
one dance. I place my hand in his, and my body comes alive. I never had my
body react the way it does with Finn, no matter with all the guys
I tried to date to forget about him.
over to an opening on the dance floor before spinning me and pulling me to
his chest.
mutter under my breath but loud enough for him to hear me. His deep chuckle
vibrates my body with his closeness. I tuck my head into the crook of his neck
and close my eyes as he holds me, just like he did for all
of those dances in high school I dragged him to.
tighter as “Unchained Melody” by the Righteous Brothers continues to
play, and I let him. In fact, I cling to him the same way I
did at the airport, clutching to him as if he were my lifeline.
We are no longer in a church hall full of a hundred and some guests,
but it’s just Finn and me. I don’t care who’s watching us,
questions be damned later, as being in his arms just once is worth everything.
But is it enough?
irony isn’t lost on me as I listen to the lyrics. I squeeze my eyes
tighter to keep the tears at bay. Nothing compares to the feeling of being in
Finn’s arms.
way he breathes my name fills me with life. His head is resting
against the top of mine. I slowly lift my head meeting his
gaze. Is he going to kiss me? Do I want him to? I swallow
thickly as he closes the distance between us, and I close my eyes. I
can feel his breath on my skin. His nose brushes against mine, and my
heart is ready to jump out of my chest.
whisper, but it screams to my heart. “I miss you.”
close. I can’t do this, especially today of all days. I slowly back
away from him, needing the distance now more than ever. My bottom lip
quivers, but I refuse to let him see me break.
sorry, I can’t do this.”
please.”
word again, the one that broke us the first time.
only supposed to be one dance. He promised—another broken promise. Finn
Reynolds seems to be full of them.
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to look at you.
two, three, four, five . . . the lyrics to the hell inside your OCD head.
not dead. In chains.
broken, Amy. I did this. Can’t undo that.
years ago, I played a cruel joke on you in front of the whole school. The girl
who made a happiness machine to put her happy inside my head. And I just ripped
your heart out.
back to fix what I broke. I’m a psychologist, Amy. I can give you back the
happiness I stole . . .
a lie. I’m not a
doctor.
She doesn’t get a choice.
I buy the Victorian estate she lives in, blackmail her into fake therapy
sessions.
I get her addicted to my body like a painkiller, make her wish me dead.
hero. I’m the monster. The orphan boy gone bad. Cursed, everything broken.
when I discover a dark secret that makes her every inch off-limits, I don’t
keep my hands off her.
bones are made from emeralds, she’s that precious.
stop chasing her until she’s mine.
a pretty little liar, too. Her lie is the deadliest of them all.
us is telling the truth.
what. Nobody’s gonna believe her over me.
word . . .
in a bad place, Amy. Where the monsters go. But it’s only in the bad places . .
. I can get to you.
No cheating — this alpha-hole keeps it in his pants.
better than I expected. I thought it would be good, but the way Amy falls apart
is maybe the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. It starts in her shoulders,
where she seems to go weak, and at last, when her hand closes over the kid’s,
when she takes the flowers, the weakness goes to her eyes.
are gone now. She’s afraid and real and sad and crying into a pile of flowers
that are already dying.
me want to destroy things. But Amy doesn’t want to destroy anything. She wants
to save Max, protect him from the big bad monster. That is what tears at her.
Amy’s wondering where the danger is and I smell fear rolling off her in waves —
such intense fear that she will do or say the wrong thing. She can’t guess what
I’m up to. She’s wondering if I plan to give her a demonstration of what kind
of monster I really could be. Remind her I have a fuck for a heart.
of Amy’s delicate hands and onto the floor. She says to the kid, ‘Thank you,
Max. You mind if you leave me and Shepherd alone? We’ve got some important
adult matters to discuss. Boring stuff. Why don’t you go back to your mum? I’m
sure she’s missing you.’
trots out of Amy’s room, saying, ‘Smell you laters,’ with a
skip in his step.
kid? Surely?’ Amy whispers, her words hot as lava.
Max into this.’
time, she looks at me. Looks into my eyes with pure hatred. It’s what I wanted,
and now I can’t remember why I wanted it so bad.
refuse my help with your OCD, Amy. Don’t you get it? This shit is ruining your
life.’
quiver. ‘Why can’t you leave me alone? Why is it so hard for you to just let me
be?’
alone again.’
automatic. Easy. Because god fucking forbid she withers and dies.
someone who’s already dying?
see?’ I say. ‘You’re a zombie, Amy. Still fucking beautiful, but half alive. You’ve
given me no choice. If you don’t let me inside that pretty little head of
yours, I’ll kick Max and his mum out onto the streets.’
don’t align so you have to make them. That’s what I’m doing with Amy. I’m
playing God. Fuck Fate. Fuck us destined for a never. I’m
making it happen.
open. I can see into the dark reaches of her. ‘You can’t.’
right? She’s poor. Comes from some derelict housing estate on the east side. I
hear it’s bad for her at home. Her uncle or something . . . They can’t afford
to pay for treatment — you know that? They’re behind on their payments. I’ve
been letting her stay scot-free.’
were doing that for Daisy . . . ’ Her voice is quiet like a mouse.
lot about me.’
pride that creeps in my voice. All that destruction, all that chaos I’m making
for her. It’s like a lion lying a bird at her feet.
want. The lies give me that power. That’s what got me addicted to them.
be? Start therapy with me? Or you wanna go downstairs and help Daisy pack her
bags?’
suit with dead eyes and a poison tongue, and Amy gives me a death stare. Her
face is glazed for a split-second, like a China doll. Then she frowns. Her lips
purse together. Her eyes are unblinking.
one real thing in my life and you’re wrecking it,’ she says.
is what I do best.
her eyes were a weapon, the piercing look in them could cause serious
annihilation. It’s like she’s a lioness and I just went into her territory,
poked her, and she’s ready to attack.
blackmail. You’re using my friend and little Max to get what you want. I never
thought you could sink this low.’
me laughing the way she looks at me. Pure fucking contempt on a cracker. If
looks could kill, Amy would be more deadly than me. Her hate — that’s good all
by itself, makes me run hot.
breathe her in. All vanilla and flower and bubble-gum. I give her a reassuring
smile. Such a narrow margin between reassuring and predatory.
want, isn’t it?’ she says. ‘You want me to hate you, because you think hate is
stronger than love,’ she says right in my face.
opposites.’ I smile wickedly. ‘I think hate and lust are very close.’
hot with hate. She’s not afraid of what I’ll do or say next. She’s thinking
about killing me, maybe.
opposites, but you’re wrong. Hate isn’t stronger,’ she snarls, spit in the
corners of her mouth, and I don’t want her to stop. I want her to hate me a
whole lot harder if that’s what this is.
attention, now.
you, but hate is weak. Don’t you understand? I feel nothing. I don’t even hate
you, anymore.’
‘Soon enough, you’ll want me dead.’
that she doesn’t already.
gold seahorse around her neck. ‘Start making an effort to heal — or Daisy and
her little kid get booted out. Hell, I’ll raise the prices so high nobody will
be able to afford living here. Even those stuck-up rich girls. The roof over
their heads rests on your shoulders. Sink or swim — your choice, Amy.’
apart like candy floss. I’ve ruined her. I’ve burned down her dreams, hopes.
Turned her wishes to ashes. And I’ll keep ruining her, keep destroying her.
Maybe a deep part of me wants her to stop me.
hesitate. Doesn’t even calculate. That’s how bad she wants to save Daisy and
Max from the big evil monster.
fight?’
heart. I’m not you.’ She looks down at her bare dainty feet. ‘I just want
peace.’
could kill your way to . . . that’s how I see peace, Amy.
after that.
‘You’re vile.’
don’t already know.’
green, hazed in mist. ‘I thought you were beautiful when I first saw you at the
children’s home.’
me, not since I hurt her. And a slow, sickening feeling comes on me.
fourteen, I used to love you.’ She says it all in a cold, steady voice, and it
stabs like sharp icicles in my heart.
the wall behind her, and snarl, ‘Used to love me?’
heavy, rage brews in my gut.
Little fourteen-year-old me — in love and thinking about you.’
she’s come to showing me any real feelings. But she uses it in
the past fucking tense.
that does to me, Amy, hearing you used to love me?’
it does to my heart?’
as good as it feels, as much as I want to lean back and get off on her
submission, I can’t. Because she looks at me from under her eyelashes. Looks at
me with my damned soul in her eyes. She never looks at me when I — no, I never
let her look at me when I go over the edge of ecstasy. And now she won’t stop
looking at me. It knocks me for six.
damp down the anger. Pride — that’s my cardinal vice. Not wrath. Pride. The one
sin from which all others stem. Yeah, I can be the greedy man and the mean man,
the envious and the enraged man, the licentious and the vicious man, but it all
spirals down to pride. To the mortal sin of playing God. Of being a complete
arse to the only girl I fucking love.
neutral and fix my raw eyes at the butchered flowers on the floor.
the pleasure comes back so intense I want to eat her alive. For the first time
I have to give chase, like a wolf after prey. I take her to her bed, and her
tears are hot and delicious in my mouth.
us, the chemistry, it’s fucking toxic. I know my body is some kind of
painkiller, a poisonous addiction, a fix she needs when it
hurts too bad. It’s like a knife to my chest but I’ll let her use me. Take
whatever I can get. Give whatever she needs. I’ll feed her addiction.
knowing I’m the one she needs to make the pain go away.
she’s crying so hard, her sobbing clutches at me so tightly, it feels like a
supernova when I come.
the Artic. Like a vampire, there’s no place for sunshine in my world.
fucking killer to dead souls like me. All the same, I’m like a wasp to the
biggest flame.
hates me, forever. All I want is for her eyes to stay alive when I’m there. If
she loved me again, would the darkness in my soul be converted? Or would the
scar her soul has left in me, fade?
loves writing sadistic book boyfriends because, hey, life is pain, right? She’s
on a mission to rip girls’ hearts out with alpha-holes, then fix them whole.
Maybe.
fitness freak. A pudding-holic. And a Brainiac. She lives in London and enjoys
playing — winning — golf with her sexy lawyer fiancé.
Crash Into Me Series: Crescent Bay #1 by Alyne Hart @givemebookspr
A sexy and emotional romance that transcends the ideas of
life and death. Can you suspend disbelief?
For one entire and blissful night, I wasn’t Megan the widow. I was Megan out
having a drink with her best friend. I was Megan, getting hit on by a hot,
younger guy. I said no to him, but everything inside of me said yes.
I was still grieving and healing the loss of my husband Sam. Getting my life
back to some kind of normal. Until it got complicated. Very, very complicated.
Because that hot young guy who wasn’t even supposed to be on my radar? He came
crashing in with this weird electric pulse between us and a chemistry that’s
off the charts. If that wasn’t complicated enough – he’s is a student in my
creative writing class with enough complications of his own.
The words in his poems remind me of Sam’s. He says things
that are too familiar. Knows things about me no one else knows. It’s like
seeing a ghost. I wasn’t supposed to fall for him, but my happily ever after is
gone, and his arms feel like home.
But when everything starts to make sense, and the pieces come together in the
end, am I in love with him? Or the memory of Sam?
connoisseur living in Walla Walla, WA. She’s known for writing stories that
pack an emotional punch and get you right in the feels.
She loves writing real, flawed characters and writing about realistic, gritty
and raw romance. She’s a romance junkie and happy endings addict, and if you’re
a lover of deeply emotional, flawed and realistic romance reads with lots of
delicious angst, her books are for you. Alyne’s stories involve characters with
bigger problems than just finding love. She writes stories about making peace
with the past, rekindling old flames and healing old wounds. She loves small
towns, men in uniform and alpha males with a heart of gold.
She began her story-telling journey first with her dolls, then it progressed to
paper. She has a deep love for anything romantic, and she’s a believer that in
love anything is possible.
When Alyne isn’t writing, you can find her reading, scrap-booking, and spending
time with her two children and her boyfriend. She enjoys trips to the mountains
just as much as trips to the city, live music, chick flick movie marathons and
hanging out with her eclectic group of friends.
Tempted by Love (The Steeles at Silver Island #1) by Melissa Foster @givemebookspr #ContemporaryRomance @Melissa_Foster
Series: The Steeles at Silver Island #1
beautiful and toe-curlingly sexy romance in Tempted by Love, an
emotionally riveting story about a man who has lost it all and carries a
torturous secret, a divorced single mother who has everything to lose, and the
little girl who helps them heal.
Fall in love on the sandy shores of Silver Island, home to coffee shops, boat
races, midnight rendezvous, and the sexy, sharp-witted Steeles.
In TEMPTED BY LOVE…
Years ago, bestselling author Jack “Jock” Steele lost his girlfriend and baby
in a horrific accident that drove a wedge between Jock and his family, keeping
him from sharing a devastating secret. An aging philanthropist saved him from
the brink of despair, and for a decade Jock cared for his ailing friend who
became his family. Now his friend has passed away and left him a fortune—on the
condition that he publishes another book. Jock is floundering, unsure how to
rebuild the life he’d walked away from, much less find his muse, have another
relationship with a woman, or even think about having a family of his own. But
he can’t get his sweet, sexy new friend, single-mother Daphne Zablonski out of
his head, and her adorable toddler must know something he doesn’t, because she
wraps her tiny fingers around his heart and won’t let go.Daphne has been through the wringer with her ex-husband and doesn’t believe
true love is in the cards for her. Friends she can handle, but letting a man
see her mom bod naked? Especially someone as strikingly handsome and
unbelievably sexy as Jock? No, thank you. Besides, she has a toddler to chase
after and enough fictional boyfriends to fill her lonely nights. If only her
book boyfriends could make her body tingle the way one look from her mysterious
neighbor does.
As Jock and Daphne’s friendship turns to something too tempting to deny, their
lives take an unexpected turn. Can a man who has lost everything find
redemption with a woman who has everything to lose? And then there’s that
secret…
TEMPTED BY LOVE (Jock)
MY TRUE LOVE (Jules)
ALWAYS HER LOVE (Levi)
ENTICING HER LOVE (Sierra)
CAUGHT BY LOVE (Archer)
WILD ISLAND LOVE (Leni)
bestselling and award-winning author. She writes sexy and heartwarming
contemporary romance and new adult romance with emotionally compelling
characters that stay with you long after you turn the last page. Melissa’s
emotional journeys are lovingly erotic and always family oriented–perfect beach
reads for contemporary romance lovers who enjoy reading about wealthy heroes
and smart, sassy heroines.
Hate You Not by Ella James #Release #Contemporary #Romance @givemebookspr @author_ellaj
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Release Date: February 12, 2020
that person. You know—the one who gets the kids. But that’s what the will said.
June Lawler: Legal Guardian.
arrive the day after the wreck, pack up my sister’s mansion, and fly them back
to Georgia.
it’s home. That’s all they really need.
Himalayas, and he didn’t even buy in. It was a week before I found out what I’d
lost. My little brother meant the world to me. Now even his kids are gone.
26-year-old who didn’t finish high school. Nowhereville is not the place for
little Mastersons. But I’ll get them back. It’s the money she must want, and
I’ve got lots of that.
dreams come true—and do one last thing for my brother.
She makes me crazy.
He thinks he can buy me off! I’ve never met a man so arrogant.
There’s no woman anywhere more stubborn.
I wish I had never met him.
But that’s not the story.
author of more than twenty novels. She writes emotional, hard-won love stories
with steam, suspense, and Kindle-throwing twists. She lives in Colorado with
her husband, three young children, and hyperactive dog.
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