Thursday, February 20, 2014

BOOK BLITZ RELEASE WILD by Adriane Leigh


Title: Wild (Wild #1)
Author: Adriane Leigh
Expected Release Date: December 11, 2013
Genre: Erotic Romance
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Kat Kennedy moved to the rugged coast of Maine to start a new life, but encountered much more than she bargained for in dark, dangerous, and seductive Lane Wild…
Desire and temptation smolder before she succumbs to her darkest fantasies with the captivating stranger. She doesn't expect to see him again after an explosive one-night stand leaves her breathless and craving more, but just like lightning in the darkness, he shows up in her life at the most unpredictable moments.
A sensual game of cat and mouse ensues before the attraction between them reaches a fever pitch—the magnetism combustible, the sexual tension nearly unbearable—and Kat finally abandons inhibition and explores the cunning, selfish, and sexual side of a world she's never known.
They have the perfect non-relationship—passion-fueled nights with no strings attached—until lifegets real and the past and present collide in a dangerous storm of lust and obsession.



Top 5 Dirty Talkers



1)     Nathan Thorne, Breach – KI Lynn; the mother of all dirty talkers!


2)     Matt Sky, Night Owl – M. Pierce; Matt loses himself a little and the result is so gritty and raw, I love it!
3)     Knight, Knight – Kristen Ashley; some readers didn't like Knight's particular brand of dirty talk, but I loved it!
4)     Gideon Cross, Crossfire Series – Sylvia Day; Gideon ups his dirty talk in later books.
5)     Horse, Reaper's Property – Joanna Wylde; Horse is an unapologetically, rough around the edges dirty talker! 


Valentines Day Note
Hey Ladies,

Wild here.
I’ve been told I need to write a fancy letter for Valentine’s Day, but if you know me, you know hearts and flowers isn’t my deal.
Roll your eyes, call me a prick, but believe me, what I've got in mind for Kat will keep her (and me) perfectly satisfied.
This year I’m getting her a day at the spa in Portland, because she deserves it, and because I figure it's a sure-fire way to get me between her thighs. And because I'm never a man to be outdone, I also bought her one of those see-through, emerald green babydolls (the color of her eyes—cue the 'awws'—this is why the ladies fuckin’ love me) with a bit of lace around the edges, and a matching, strappy thong. Just imagining her, full tits peeking out from the bits of lace, curve of her ass on display, has me hard as a fucking rock and wanting to plow into her all night.
And because my girl likes to play in public, I picked up a remote control vibrating egg that tucks right into her panties. I want her stifling moans and clutching at the table when I take her out for a candlelit Valentine's Day dinner. What can I say? I'm a man with ulterior motives.
Which brings us back to the spa appointment; if I have her the way I want her, she'll be plenty sore the following morning and in need of that massage.
Fuck, now I’m hard just thinking about all the things I'm going to do to Kat. And I have a feeling this letter wasn’t supposed to go off the rails like it has, but fuck it. What did they expect when they asked Lane Wild to write a Valentine?
I’ve been told you like my dirty mouth and all the things I can do with it. Kat's a fan, too.
But before I go off on another dirty tangent, I want to say thanks to each and every one of you.
The story Kat and I share wasn’t an easy one to tell (and often very NC-17), but I happen to think that the couples that are meant to be are the ones that go through everything that is meant to tear them apart and come out even stronger than they were before
I hope you all find your very own dirty-talking, straight-shooting, sexy-as-sin, wild-between-the-sheets lover, and in the meantime, keep reading the mommy porn you women like to read the fuck out of, and if you’re ever in Rock Island and see me and the boys shootin' pool, stop by and say hi.

Love,
Wild

Copyright 2014 by Adriane Leigh for Love Between the Sheets


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Coming Soon
Ridge (Wild #2)
Expected Release Date: March 3, 2014



Sometimes doing the wrong thing feels so right...
I'm a player. I'm an asshole. I'm someone you should stay away from.
I have demons.
I've made mistakes.
And the biggest can't be taken back.
I've gone to hell and back in twenty-nine years and I'm only now coming to terms with moving forward, righting my wrongs, and making amends. Except not everyone deserves forgiveness. Sometimes the damage done is beyond repair.
Everyday is exactly the same. I focus on the pain, in the quest to feel and forget, but I remember everything. When I close my eyes the darkness encroaches and some days it feels like the things that kill me are the things that make me feel alive.


About the Author

Adriane Leigh was born and raised in a snowbank in Michigan's Upper Peninsula and now lives amongst the sand dunes of the Lake Michigan lakeshore.
She graduated with a Literature degree but never particularly enjoyed reading Shakespeare or Chaucer.
Adriane is married to a tall, dark and handsome guy, plays mama to two sweet baby girls, and is a voracious reader and knitter.

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Double Cover Reveal Blurred Lines & Bad Girlfriend by Brooke Cumberland


Book Title:Blurred Lines

Author:Brooke Cumberland

Genre: New Adult/Contemporary Romance





Two weeks. Spring Break.
No strings attached. No long distant relationships. Just sex.
She agreed to have fun over spring break.
What Emma didn’t realize was that her heart would be shattered into pieces after meeting Brody. Growing up she got everything she ever asked for, so when their two weeks were over, there was nothing money could buy to heal her broken heart.
Emma works hard in college to ignore the pain. She doesn’t know where he lives, his number, or even his last name. She thought he was out of her life forever…
Until two years later.
She hasn’t stopped thinking about him.
But it’s not that easy when they finally reunite.
Seeing Brody again has memories flooding to the surface again…making it hard to resist him. But can Emma keep her distance like she has to, or will there be blurred lines between what she wants and what she must do to move forward?


“You sent us the drinks?” I ask, finally putting all the pieces together.
“Well, technically, I just sent the first round. You guys just kept ordering.” His face is so soft; I just want to rub my hands over it. Shit. Focus.
“Oh.”
“Yeah, guess I better sign for that tab.” He grins and I know he’s secretly enjoying it.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t know—”
“It’s fine, honestly. I don’t mind.” Hannah lays her head on his shoulder as she passes out. “I think she’ll be fine with an aspirin and some sleep.”
“Where’s your room? I’ll carry her back.” I nod, because ironically, I’m not sure what else to do. He could be a total creepier for all I know, but I can’t carry Hannah back myself, so I let him help.
“Room 480,” I reply. We walk back to the resort lobby, and I see him grin at me. And I finally see his face for the first time. “Hey, you’re the guy from the plane, right?” My stomach suddenly turns to knots. The feelings from remembering our one and only encounter replays in my mind—the way his hands soothed me after practically falling into his lap. I can’t help the lame smile that forms on my face.
I already know it’s him, but I ask anyway because it seems so unreal. I looked for him after we landed and was oddly disappointed when I didn’t see him.
I see him bite his lip before answering, “Yeah, Brody.” We reach the elevator, and I press the call button as I watch him intently. “Emma, right?” he asks.
“Right,” is all I say, because well, I’m an idiot. He’s just as beautiful as he was earlier. His hair is clean cut and his face is smooth. For a moment, I lose myself in his face— his perfect silk face.
“So how long are you in Cancun for?” I ask, making conversation as we walk onto the elevator. I press number 4 and watch as the doors close.
“Couple weeks. I’m here with my friend, Caleb, for one last spring break. What about you?”
“Same. Except this is Hannah and mine’s first college spring break.” I smile nervously, thinking how pathetic I look right now.
“Ahh, freshmen, huh?” He grins.
“Is it that obvious?”
He laughs, but doesn’t answer as the elevator dings. I wrestle my key card out of my purse as we walk to our room. We walk in silence, but I can’t help but feel what I felt before on the plane. It was like an unspoken tension—heat and intensity that riveted between us. I feel his presence not only because he was next to me, but because it was like an electric force that made me very aware of him. And his very solid, chiseled arms.
I slide my key card in and open the door. I completely forgot that we left the room a mess. Fuck.
“Her bed is that one.” I point to the farthest one. I watch in amazement as he pulls the covers down and gently lays her down. He then covers her back up.
“Did you just tuck her in?” I ask, grinning.
“Yeah, is that bad?” he asks self-consciously.
“No, it’s just—most guys don’t do the whole ‘tucking in’ thing.”
“Oh, well I could untuck her in, if you’d prefer?” He smiles. He’s messing with me.
“No, it’s fine,” I say softly. “Thank you.”
“No problem. Just make sure you tell her I didn’t grope her or anything. Would hate for my neighbors to think I’m a creep or something,” he quips, walking closer to me. I can’t deny the heat coming off him, making me want to wrap my arms around him just to feel his body.
“Neighbors?”
“Oh, right. I’m in room 482. Across the hall.” He nods his head toward the door. He’s standing right in front of me, making me tilt my head back just to look up into his eyes—his beautiful bright green eyes.
“Oh.”
Of-fricken-course.
“Well, thanks again,” I say, breaking the awkward silence.
“My pleasure.” He continues looking at me intently, and I wonder if he’s thinking the same thing I am. “Have a good night, Emma.” His hand brushes mine as he walks toward the door. I watch as he opens it, and then he’s gone.
I almost wonder if I imagined the whole thing. And I could’ve swore he winked at me. No. Now I know I’m drunk.



Book Title: Bad Girlfriend

Author: Brooke Cumberland

Genre: Contemporary Romance



What if time were the only thing that kept you from falling in love?


What if you knew when your time was up?
Kate Wesley knows about that all too well.
When time is no longer on her side, she decides to live.
When Kate visits her cousin Natalee the week of her wedding, Kate finally decides to be spontaneous, take risks, and live with no regrets. Kate‘s holding a secret she hasn’t even told her cousin but when an unexpected run-in with another house guest risks everything she’s fought hard against, she must make a choice.
Gabe never expected to meet Kate at his old college roommate’s house. Spending the week there before his friend gets married has turned out to be the best decision he’s ever made. Running into Kate wasn’t something he planned, but once he came face to face with her, he knew he didn’t want to let go. No matter how fast she ran away.
Life has a tricky way of catching up to you—of making choices for you that you wish you could change. Kate accepts her destiny and pushes anyone out that threatens to get close. But how will she feel when Gabe pushes right back? Right into her life where she swore him off?
Would you be with someone if you knew it wouldn’t last forever?
Would you risk it anyway for a chance at love?



There’s nothing like a big slap of reality to get your life in check. The whole “you only live once” and “live like there’s no tomorrow” couldn’t be more true for me. At least now, I knew.


I broke up with my boyfriend recently. He didn’t deserve it, but it was inevitable. It had to happen. There was no point leading him on. I just saved him years of grief.
“Kate, don’t do this. I love you,” he pleaded. I knew he did…and that’s why this was hard, but it was like ripping a band aid off. I just had to do it.
“Sorry, Kyle. I don’t love you,” I lied. If I told him the truth he’d promise to stay with me, but in the end, he’d only resent his decision.
“I can’t believe this.” He brushed both hands through his hair, pacing back and forth in front of me. I tried to remain calm, not affected.
“You’re a bad girlfriend, Kate. I can’t believe you’d do this.” He walked toward me, his face directly in mine. “You’re a bad girlfriend…I’m lucky to be rid of you.” I knew his words were spit from anger. I understood. He gave me everything—and in return—I couldn’t give him anything.
I think about the words he said to me six months ago as I drive up north for the week. Bags packed in the trunk with a weeks worth of clothes and necessities. Kyle was supposed to come up with me on this trip, now it’s welcomed silence.
The silence makes me feel numb. Numb to the facts. Numb to reality. It’s what’s best and I’ll give in to what my destiny holds.
Going to my cousin, Natalee’s wedding this week is my chance. My chance to be spontaneous, wild, and carefree. It’s possibly my last chance. And I will enjoy every moment of it.



Brooke is a midwestern gal, from the cheese state of Wisconsin! Go Packers! She's a stay-at-home mom to a wild three year old. Most days you can find her reading or writing, or just hanging out with her family! She loves movies, cooking, and shopping! She's addicted to Starbucks, Coach purses, and wearing yoga pants.





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Release Deviant




SloaneI'm not proud of the things I've done.
The things I've had to do.
The things I've given away.
but I'd give it all over again to find her.Even if i die trying,
I have to find Alexis.
Zeth
She wants me to help her,
But I won't.
She wants me to save her sister,
But I can't.
She wants me to be her hero,
But I'm not a good man.
I am her damnation.

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“You’re sick, you know that?” I say into the darkness. A soft rustling sound greets me, followed by the shift of movement. Yes, the lights are off but the corridor is lit behind me so it’s not like last time. I can see enough to make out the looming figure that slowly paces toward me. 
“I know I’m not normal, if that’s what you mean.” A terrible devil’s mask appears before me, two feet away; Zeth is dressed entirely in black, the suit he wears obviously a thing of beauty even in the half light. His dark eyes shine from within the mask, sharp and hungry. “You’ve surprised me, Sloane. I like being surprised,” he rumbles. 
“Well you’ve surprised me, too. Although I can’t say the feeling is mutual.”
He laughs, his voice so deep and powerful I can feel it in the soles of my feet. “You should open up a little. You never know what you might enjoy until you try it.”
“I know exactly what I enjoy, Zeth, and standing around watching fifty naked people grind on each other isn’t it.”
The eyes behind his mask flicker with annoyance when I say his name. He stalks toward me and reaches out, tracing his fingertips across my jawline. He seems pensive, intrigued by my stillness—I can’t freaking move—as he touches my skin.
“If you don’t like watching, Sloane, you can always join in.”
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Callie Hart is a bagel eating, coffee drinking denizen of the greatest city on this earth. Born in Colorado, she moved to The Big Apple to study and undertake the Bar exam, and in the meantime she wrote this book! She lives on a ridiculously high floor in a way-too expensive building with her fiancé and their pet goldfish, Neptune. Deviant is the first instalment in her Blood and Roses series. The next instalment, Fracture, is scheduled to be released in April.
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Wednesday, February 19, 2014

Cover Reveal Fate by Nikki Sex

Book Title: Fate

Author: Nikki Sex

Genre: Romance

Release Date: February 26, 2014



How far would you go to get something you really wanted?
Emily Malone has had a crush on her brother’s best friend, Paul, all her life.
Unfortunately, he just sees her as his friend's little sister.
Desperate and infatuated, Emily resorts to lies and deception.
She only needs one night with Paul, to finally get over this obsessive crush.
But Fate has other ideas. . .



Am I really going to do this?
Emily Malone had gone over her plan a thousand times, maybe more. Should I? Shouldn’t I? The answer was always the same because there really wasn’t a choice at this point. She’d done too much, and come too far not to go through with it.
I have to. It’s the only way.
She looked in the mirror and didn’t recognize herself.
Emily’s normally long, dark brown, wavy hair was recently cut short, straightened and bleached white-blonde. She’d styled it in a wild, uninhibited sort of “just tumbled” look. Not long ago, she wore glasses in an “a la geek” style. Now, colored contact lenses turned her light-blue eyes dark brown. With the addition of silk eyelash extensions, her eyes looked striking.
The stranger staring back at her in the mirror struck a pose, further exposing her generous cleavage in that tight red halter. Emily practiced an alluring smile – creating a slutty, eager, “come hither” seductive look.
Yes. Perfect!
That seemed to be exactly the kind of girl Paul Jarman went for, she mused. He never went out with “nice” girls. He liked experienced, big breasted, naughty girls who put out. He was looking to get laid – not looking for love. There was something about him, too. Every girl seemed to instantly fall in love with Paul, probably because he didn’t commit to anyone. Ever.
Well, he won’t want to commit to me either, but who cares? I just want to have sex with him.
“The only way to banish temptation is to give into it," the saying went. She sure hoped it was true. Emily intended to finally scratch that long term, never ending itch of hers. There was a fine line between “hopeful persistence” and “stalking.” Clearly she’d gone well over that line. Hell, she’d literally and metaphorically driven past state borders and even left the country when it came to “crossing the line.”
Emily frowned, frustrated by the mystery. How do normal people get over their first love? What she felt for Paul was a bone-deep ache that never went away.
Being obsessed with someone was like being caught in Chinese handcuffs, or finger traps. The more she struggled and fought the infatuation, the tighter the cuffs held on. She told herself that if she just had one night of mind blowing, intense, no-holds-barred, toe curling sex with the object of her fixation, then maybe, just maybe she’d finally get over him. Maybe then, she could move on with her life.
At least, that was the plan.


Three time Amazon Bestselling author Nikki Sex writes sexy contemporary romance, often involving a bit of kink. She's also a sucker for Happily Ever After endings, so no matter how dark her stories get, fear not! It always all works out in the end.





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