The Girl’s Got Secrets (Forbidden Men, #7) by Linda Kage

THE GIRL’S GOT SECRETS
Forbidden Men #7
Linda Kage
Releasing Nov 28th, 2015
Self-Published

 

Here’s
the same old “girl posing as a boy” story but with a rock-n-roll twist.
Remy Curran dreams of one day being
in a band, except the group she wants to join refuses to hire a girl drummer.
So, she auditions as a guy…and makes the cut.
Becoming “Sticks,” a member of
Non-Castrato, isn’t quite what she dreamed it would be, though. She spends most
of her time keeping up the subterfuge and learning how to walk, talk, act, and
drink like a man.
But what’s even harder to deal with
is acting oblivious when the band’s heartthrob lead singer, Asher Hart, treats
her like one of the guys and not a woman. She never imagined he’d be so much
more than a pretty face with a nice voice. But he’s better than perfect. He’s
perfect for her.
When love and lies combine, Remy
must keep up the act or lose everything. But who knew lying to reach one dream
could prevent you from attaining an even bigger dream?
 
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EXCERPT #1

 

“…You look just perfect. I would so throw you down on your bed and ride you right now if I didn’t know you were really a girl in there. Hell, I’m tempted to, anyway.”

 

I rolled my eyes but chased it with a smile. “Thanks. I think.”

 

“Now practice your man walk,” she demanded, waving out her hand.

 

I faltered. “My what?”

 

She sighed. “You’re not going to pass for a dude if you stroll in there with your hidden girl hips swaying and flattened tits pooched out on display.”

 

My mouth fell open. “Excuse me. I do NOT walk like that.”

 

She snorted. “Oh…own it, puta. You’re a hot piece of ass, you can’t help the girly swagger.”

 

“But I don’t—”

 

“Hunch your shoulder over a little more, concentrate on keeping your hips in line, and try to jut your cock forward when you strut.”

 

“Do…what?”

 

“That’s how hot guys walk, like they’re leading with their junk.”

 

I could only shake my head. I had honestly never seen a guy walk as if he were trying to poke his pecker out ahead of him. “Where do you come up with this shit?”

 

“Just do it, puta.”

 

I sighed but used her suggestions, trying to overdramatize the cock-and-go strut, as I was thusly dubbing it.

 

“What do you think?” I asked.

She purred out a promiscuous growl and clawed the air in my direction. “How do you say ‘I want to sit on your face’ in Spanish?”
EXCERPT #2

Remy and I bent at the same time to turn on the karaoke machine.

“Sorry,” we murmured together when we nearly bumped foreheads. Then we shifted an inch apart but still both going in to get the machine up and running.

“Holy shit,” she murmured under her breath, turning toward me slightly. “You smell really good.”

I didn’t want it to, but my body reacted, remembering every touch, lick, and kiss she’d ever given me. I glanced at her face, and her eyes flared as if she was in trouble for saying such a thing.

“Sorry.” She lifted both hands in some kind of surrender. “It’s just…it’s new. You’ve never smelled like that before.”

Lust stirred through me. I tried to bite it back, tried to cling to the fact I was mad at her, but a need unlike any I’d ever experienced with any other person roared through my blood.

I had to shake my head and blink myself back to the present, remind myself where I really was and what I was doing. And that was most definitely not Remy Curran.

“It’s, uh…Eva gave it to me as the best man gift. I figured I should wear it today.”

She nodded, agreeing. “Well, it’s amazing. I think I just got pregnant.”

 

 

Linda grew up on a dairy farm in the Midwest as the youngest of eight
children. Now she lives in Kansas with her husband, daughter, and nine cuckoo
clocks. Her life’s been blessed with lots of people to learn from and love.
Writing’s always been a major part of her world, and she is so happy to finally
share some of her stories with other romance lovers.

 

 

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*****Patty’s Review*****

*****4.5 STARS*****
{ARC Generously Provided by Author in Exchange for an Honest Review}

My body surged with awareness, skin prickling with a knowledge that the person touching me and pressing against me was the one person who was supposed to.

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This is book seven in the Forbidden Men series and actually can be read as a stand-alone. Having only read book one, Price Of A Kiss, I was able to follow the story just fine even though there were several secondary characters whom I haven’t met before. What I can say is that after reading this book I am SERIOUSLY going to find the time to read this entire series!! I definitely need to get to Pick’s story because he kind of stole my heart along with Asher.

Remy Curran is a young woman with serious musical talents. She can sing, write music, and play several instruments. She has a shot at becoming the new drummer for one of her favorite local bands, Non-Castrato. They recently lost their drummer and are holding open auditions. But when she goes to try out for the band, she is quickly shot down simply for being a woman. She is so enraged that with the help of her bestie, who is a makeup artist, she goes back the next day in disguise as a dude. This reminded me of a couple of movies I’ve seen in the past and I was excited to dive right into the story.

 

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Of course, she ends up impressing the crap out of the band and becomes their new drummer. Her plan was to reveal her identity as soon as she won the spot as drummer but when the exciting news is dropped about an upcoming gig, she decides to go along with her charade for a while longer.

Remy had one problem she didn’t count on, that she’d end up falling in love with the lead singer, Asher Hart. She had a crush on him before she joined the band, but after she got to know him, Remy was falling in love with the person he was on the inside. They become fast friends and early on Remy is labeled as gay because she’s caught ogling Asher on many occasions. Asher doesn’t have any homophobic tendencies and actually enjoys the friendship he has formed with Remy.

Asher hasn’t had a lot of meaningful relationships in his life and his childhood was truly horrific. His mother was an abusive addict who never let him forget that she wished he was dead and his father was just as horrible and is in jail for murder. But lately Asher has been feeling lonely and is craving the love of one special woman. He’s surrounded by all of his friends who have amazing relationships and he can’t help but want what they have. He doesn’t think he is capable or worthy enough to have true love or a family that cares for him, even though his half brother, Pick, tries so hard to bond with him. I found some of their moments to be really heart warming and I honestly fell in love with Pick.

As time keeps going by, Remy is having an inner struggle with herself. She knows that she is falling in love with Asher and that once he finds out the truth, she very well may lose him forever. He’s opened up to her about so many things that he has never told anyone before. She has also learned that he had seen her months ago, performing karaoke in the bar he works at, and that he actually become infatuated with the beautiful girl in a tight Incubus t-shirt.

 

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Even though some aspects of the story were over the top and hard to believe, I really did love this one. I was able to suspend disbelief and really just fell in love. I struggled a bit in the beginning as I thought it started off a little slow but once I got into it, it was seriously hard to put down. I was really debating on whether to fore-go sleep last night because I just couldn’t wait to see how it all turned out for Remy and Asher!

I honestly loved this and do highly recommend it! I will definitely be making some time to read all the books that I have missed out on in this series.

COVER REVEAL – FIGHTING SOLITUDE (On The Ropes, #3) by Aly Martinez

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I was born a fighter. Abandoned by my parents, I spent my life forging my own path—one guided by my fists and paved with pain.

Untouchable in the ring, I destroyed everyone who faced me, but that’s where my victories ended. Outside the ropes, I repeatedly failed the few people who loved me. Including my best friend, Liv James—the one person I’d die to protect.

Even though I didn’t deserve her, Liv never stopped believing in me. Never gave up. Never let go. After all, she understood what I’d lost, because she’d lost it too.

Liv was everything to me, but she was never truly mine.

That was going to change.

I lost my first love, but I refused to lose my soulmate.

Now, I’m on the ropes during the toughest battles of my life.

Fighting to be the man she deserves.

Fighting the solitude of our pasts.

Fighting for her.

 

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Excerpt

Fighting Solitude

Prologue

“Mia!” I shouted.

It was worthless. She’d been deaf since the day I met her.

She’d never once heard my voice.

She’d never heard the deep rumble of my laugh when she was excited, signing so fast I could barely keep up.

She’d never heard my content sigh when she barged into the locker room after a fight—just her presence soothed the lingering madness brewing within me.

She’d never heard me whispering my deepest fears into her ear as she fell asleep on top of me.

She’d never heard the reverence in which I cried her name each and every time I took her body.

And she’d never once heard the ease in which the words I love you tumbled from my lips as I stared into her deep, jade green eyes.

But as I screamed her name while watching her petite body seizing in the passenger seat beside me, I’d never needed her to hear me more.

“Mia. Oh God. I’ve got you, baby.”

She was still thrashing violently as I made my way around to her door, yanking it open while pleading with whatever god was willing to help.

When she stilled, a whole new level of silence filled the air around us. It wasn’t the absence of sound.

 It was the absence of life.

“Mia, breathe!” I roared as her chest remained agonizingly still. “Help me!” I screamed at the closed emergency room doors, but no medical savior rushed out with the miracle I so desperately needed.

My hands shook wildly as I released her lifeless body from the seatbelt.

“I’ve got you, just hang on. Please just hang on, Mia,” I whispered lifting her into my arms and sprinting through the sliding doors. “I need a doctor! She’s not breathing!”

Nurses rushed towards me in slow motion as the seconds without air in her lungs passed at a terrifying speed.

Breathe.

 A doctor appeared with a gurney and quickly took her from my arms.

The immediate loss was staggering.

Hope became my only solace.

She needed help that I wasn’t capable of giving her, but that didn’t stop me from following close behind as they rolled her away. I was on the verge of self-destructing; letting her out of my sight wasn’t an option.

I stood motionless in the doorway while doctors and nurses swarmed around her. Their mouths moved frantically, but without my hearing aids I was worthless to make out the words their faint voices carried.

I never wore my hearing aids when I was with Mia. There was no point. She rarely spoke with her voice.

We’d spent four years building a relationship with our hands.

Those hands had told me animated stories that made me laugh until my face hurt from smiling.

They’d fought with me relentlessly, but always ended the night raking down my back in silent ecstasy.

Her fingers had fluidly signed I love you more times than I could ever count—or forget.

But as I felt the nurse attempting to physically remove me from the room, my eyes became fixated on her limp hand dangling off the side of the bed. It was the only sight more frightening than watching her flail mid-seizure.

It ripped the heart straight from my chest.

That hand was supposed to be full of life.

It was the very essence of Mia.

Pale.

White.

Still.

Oh God.

Sucking in a deep breath, I held it until the room began to spin.

It provided me no relief even as it forced me to my knees.

There would be no distraction from this.

I was going to lose her.

Yet another woman I couldn’t save.

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Born and raised in Savannah, Georgia, Aly Martinez is a stay-at-home mom to four crazy kids under the age of five, including a set of twins. Currently living in South Carolina, she passes what little free time she has reading anything and everything she can get her hands on, preferably with a glass of wine at her side.

After some encouragement from her friends, Aly decided to add “Author” to her ever-growing list of job titles. Five books later, she shows no signs of slowing. So grab a glass of Chardonnay, or a bottle if you’re hanging out with Aly, and join her aboard the crazy train she calls life.

 

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LAWLESS (KING, #3) by T.M. Frazier – BOOK TOUR & RAFFLECOPTER GIVEAWAY

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Thia is prim and proper.
Bear is leather and lawless.
It will never work between them.
It’s a lie they almost believe.

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“I’m going to remember this as the worst time in my entire life. The very worst.” She shook her head. “There is nothing I can do to change that.  Girls my age are playing sports, going to dances and parties, kissing boys.  And that’s never been me.  I’ve had a full time job at the grove and a part time job at the Stop-N-Shop. I’ve done nothing over the last few years except work my ass off and watch my family fall apart. Just when I thought it couldn’t get any worse…now all this.”  She waived around to the house and to me and let out an awkward laugh. She took another hit off the bowl, passing it back to me.  Her coughing much less than it was on her first try.

“Ti, how old are you?”  I asked, clearing my throat as I ventured into territory I knew I shouldn’t.  She was a pistol, even if she was a sad one, but there was a wave of innocence about her that had me both feeling bad for her and salivating for a taste of her.

This is for her, not you. I told myself.  It was only a partial lie.

“Seventeen,” She said, sniffling.  “Eighteen soon.”

“You ever been kissed?” I asked, her eyes met mine. “And not a peck on the cheek or a brief smack of the lips, but a real fucking kiss? One that leaves you without air in you lungs and your thighs pressing together in search of more?”  I said, my voice coming out deep and strained.  My cock coming alive at the thought of tracing my tongue along her pump lips.

“Why?” She whispered, and as soon as the words left her mouth I knew there would be no coming back from what I was about to do.

I pushed off the fire pit and pulled her up off the chair, pressing her tits into my chest and my straining cock against her stomach.  I tipped her chin up and looked into her confused emerald greens. She followed my thumb with her eyes as I traced her bottom lip.  There were too many lines marring her face, questioning what it was I was up to.  I knew she would try to pull away at any second, try to stop me.  But it was too late for that.

I was beyond stopping.

Just one taste.

“Answer the question,” I pressed.

“No,” she said with a slight shake of her head, and before she could try to argue, I leaned down and pressed my lips to hers.

I was already going to hell.

Might as well enjoy the ride there.

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LIVE – LAWLESS (King, #3) by T.M. Frazier

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T.M. (Tracey Marie) Frazier resides in sunny Southwest Florida with her husband and three feisty fur kids.

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It will not be about hamsters.

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LIVE – FOR CAM (Chicago Syndicate, #4) by Soraya Naomi

 

 

 

Title: For Cam
Series: Chicago Syndicate #4 
Author: Soraya Naomi
Genre: Romantic Suspense/Mafia Romance
 Release Date: December 8, 2015
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Camilla Guillermo’s life has been turned upside down ever since she joined the Chicago Syndicate and was reunited with Adriano Montesi, the cocky and charismatic Mafia man who captured her heart two years ago. Finally, she has a family that she can depend on and the one man she’s always wanted but who was never truly hers before.Adriano’s a man on a mission, yet Cam’s magnetic pull toward him doesn’t waver while he’s busy building a new empire. Although as his lustful affair with Cam grows into an undeniable love that neither of them can fight any longer, it also brings numerous conflicting emotions to the surface. Emotions that seep into Adriano’s psyche while he becomes one of the most powerful men in Chicago.Love within the Mafia is more than complicated; it’s explosive. And now that Adriano and Cam are both members of the Chicago Syndicate, not only has everything changed, but their new roles in their business lives are accompanied with new rules, new players, and new deadly enemies that must be dealt with while they’re still cleaning up the dirt of their past.

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I was born in South America in 1984 and raised in Europe where I presently reside with my fiancé.

I read many genres but favor intense, dark, seductive, and provocative novels where the male character loves fiercely, without remorse or boundaries. I also adore forbidden love tales and have an odd fascination with kidnapping romances. No, I don’t secretly want to be kidnapped, though!

I have a passionate obsession with the written word and indulge in chocolate pastries much too often.

My debut novel For Fallon (Chicago Syndicate, #1) was released on July 26, 2014. I’m honored that For Fallon won “Best Breakout Novel 2014” in the Novel Grounds Semi Annual Literary Awards.

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LIVE – SOJOURN (The Bellator Saga Book 3) by Cecilia London

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Haunted by her experience at The Fed, Caroline tries to create a new identity. A new present, a new future. She can’t escape the memories that dog her when she least expects it, leaving her mired in a depression that she finds difficult to escape. Caroline needs to regain her physical and mental strength if she intends on surviving the journey to find the elusive rebellion. But that’s easier said than done with the ghosts of the past constantly whispering in her ear.

The road is long and dangerous, and there are no guarantees. She and her companions have no idea what they will find when they arrive at their destination. And what they finally discover may change everything.

Part Three of a Six Part Saga. Sojourn (approximately 89,000 words) is not a standalone and must be read after the first two books in the series. Ends in a cliffhanger. For readers 18+. This book contains adult situations including explicit sex and violence.

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She slid the key in the lock and opened the box. A set of five books lay inside, arranged in order. She stared at the binding. “Decameron de Bocace,” she read.

“Very good,” Jack said. “I was afraid you’d forgotten how to read French.”

Caroline was tempted to smack him but contained herself. She examined the books closer. “This set is exceptionally old.”

“1757, I believe. One of the more valuable 18th century editions.”

It would have been too easy for him to pick up a paperback copy from a normal bookstore. “Why French?”

“You are fluent,” he pointed out.

As if the classics weren’t challenging enough in English. “You bought me Boccaccio in a foreign language?”

“I do love how you enjoy the oldies,” Jack said.

The Decameron is more than an oldie. It’s one of my favorite books.”

“I know.” He smirked. “I read that interview you did for Philadelphia magazine.”

“You set up that interview,” Caroline said.

“I remember. Did you tell them that you only mentioned that book so you could sound intellectual?”

She very rarely spouted off about that sort of thing but they’d asked about it and she’d answered. She’d also mentioned her favorite childhood reads and a host of dystopian tales, but Jack had clearly forgotten that part. “It’s a wonderful example of medieval literature. Hush up.”

He glanced at her nervously. “What do you think?”

Was he worried that she would be disappointed in such an incredible gift? “Do I even want to know how much you spent on this?”

“I’m not going to tell you,” he said. “Not without a little bit of prodding or a lot of sexual favors.”

She could work on that later. The book set was in near perfect condition for its age. “This is beautiful,” Caroline said.

He looked a little too proud of himself. “I thought you’d like it.”

“I want first editions of Harry Potter next,” Caroline said. “The U.K. versions.”

“Instead of telling me to stop buying you things, you’re giving me ideas?”

“Damn right.” She leaned in to kiss him, long and hard. A gift like this deserved more than a peck. “Thank you, darling.”

“Read it to me,” Jack said.

He didn’t speak French. That request made no sense. “What?”

“Read it to me,” he repeated.

Maybe she’d misheard him. She was thoroughly confused. “In French?”

He moved behind her and leaned toward her ear. “Bend over the desk and read it to me,” he whispered, taking one of the volumes and carefully turning the pages to where a bookmark marked the spot.

Caroline scanned the words, swallowing hard. She recognized the tale immediately. Rustico and Alibech in the desert. The randy monk exposing himself to the curious virgin and seducing her. Possibly one of the most salacious tales in the entire book. “You want me to read this to you?”

“Yes,” he said. “If you promise to translate it correctly and are very, very good, you might even get a reward.” He slid his hand under her skirt. “You can do that, right?”

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MISCONDUCT by Penelope Douglas

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Title: Misconduct
Author: Penelope Douglas
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: December 1, 2015
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Former tennis player Easton Bradbury is trying to be the best teacher she can be, trying to reach her bored students and trying to forget her past. What brought her to this stage in her life isn’t important. She can’t let it be. But now one parent-teacher meeting may be her undoing…

Meeting Tyler Marek for the first time makes it easy for Easton to see why his son is having trouble in school. The man knows how to manage businesses and wealth, not a teenage boy. Or a young teacher, for that matter, though he tries to. And yet…there is something about him that draws Easton in—a hint of vulnerability, a flash of attraction, a spark that might burn.

Wanting him is taboo. Needing him is undeniable. And his long-awaited touch will weaken Easton’s resolve—and reveal what should stay hidden…

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“Good morning. Tyler Marek’s office,” a woman’s pleasant voice chirped. “How can I help you?”

My heart pounded in my ears, and I could feel the pulse in my neck throb. I held back, almost wishing he wasn’t in his office after all.

I needed time to calm down.

But I swallowed and pushed forward anyway. “Yes, hello,” I rushed out.

“Easton, keep your cool,” I heard my brother warn from my side.

I bit my lip to keep the anger out of my voice. “I’m Easton Bradbury calling for Mr. Marek,” I told her. “I’m sure he’s not in today, but—”

“Just a moment, please,” she interrupted, and disappeared.

I sucked in a breath, realizing that he was in after all.

“Marek?” my brother asked. “Tyler Marek?”

I glanced at him, arching an eyebrow in annoyance.

“Easton, get off the call,” Jack ordered.

His arm shot out, trying to grab the phone, but I slapped his hand away.

“Watch the road!” I barked, pointing at the street ahead.

“Easton, I’m serious,” he growled. “Tyler Marek has a workforce of more than ten thousand people. He may be a senator, for crying out loud. It isn’t your place to argue with him.”

I shot him a look. My place?

My brother was worried about his career, but I didn’t care who Marek was. He was still a man.

Nothing but a man.

“Ms. Bradbury.”

I turned my head away from my brother, suddenly hearing Marek’s voice in my ear.

Thick anticipation filled my chest, and I dropped my eyes, disappointed that I was actually excited.

“Mr. Marek,” I replied curtly, remembering why I had called. “I received your e-mail, and I’d love to . . .” I trailed off, wiping the sweat off my hairline. “I’d love to schedule a meeting to sit down and work out a plan for Christian.”

“We’ve already met,” he pointed out, his voice clipped. “And it was not a productive use of my time, Ms. Bradbury.”

I tried reasoning. “Mr. Marek, we both want what’s best for your son. If we work together—”

“Ms. Bradbury.” He cut me off, and I could hear people talking in the background. “Apparently I wasn’t clear enough in my e-mail, so let me save us both some time. My son has no problems with any other teacher, so it goes without saying that you’re the problem.” His stern voice cut me, and I felt like shrinking. “You suffer from an overindulged sense of entitlement, and you forget that your job is on a yearly contract.”

My eyes widened, taking in his threat that my job this year could belong to someone else next year. I fisted the hem of the skirt at my thigh.

“Now, I’m a busy man,” he continued, sounding condescending, “and I don’t have time for silly young women who don’t know their place.”

My skin stung from where my fingernail dug in. His son didn’t have problems with me. Perhaps I graded harder than other teachers, and I might have had unorthodox methods, but most of the students enjoyed my class, including Christian. When he participated. If he ever challenged me, it was because his father wouldn’t allow him the freedom to have the tools to participate like all the other students.

“Now, can I get on with my day and consider this issue settled?” he sniped.

Heat spread over my skin, and I bared my teeth. “You can go to hell,” I shot back, raging. “No wonder he can’t stand you.”

“Easton!” Jack burst out next me.

But it was too late. My eyes widened, and my hand tingled, nearly losing grip on the phone.

What the hell did I just say?

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The Truth About Him (Everything I Left Unsaid, #2) by M. O’Keefe – Excerpt

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“I don’t want to be alone,” she breathed against my chest. Her hands, cool and shaking, slipped around my waist.

I didn’t want to be alone either. For the first time in longer than I could remember, my solitude chafed.

She stared back at me with haunted eyes. “Don’t make me be alone,” she whispered.

Oh. Jesus. I could not refuse.

“Come on.” I led her into the bedroom. Which was so damn tiny. There was the double bed in faded and worn flowery sheets and there was us. She took a deep breath and her chest nearly touched mine. “Let’s . . . let’s try and get some sleep.”

She crawled up onto my bed, and I looked out the window instead of at her ass in those little shorts. Her petite body curled up into almost nothing on one side of the bed.

“You cold?” I asked, and she shook her head. Her blue eyes piercing in the darkness.

“Do . . .” Annie sat up, her eyes on her hands. “Do you want me to leave?”

“No.” Fuck me, but that was the truth. I didn’t want her to leave.

I crawled into bed beside her, making sure we weren’t touching. Half my leg was hanging off the bed and my arms were behind my head. The bed was barely big enough for me and while she might be tiny, this thing between us was huge.

Tell her, I thought. Tell her why you’re here. Tell her what being here might cost her.

But I couldn’t. I didn’t want to scare her. I didn’t want to add to her worry; she had enough.

Bullshit, that voice said. You don’t want her to leave. You don’t want her to leave you alone in this fucking trailer park with Pops and your brother and your past. Be man enough to admit that.

Suddenly, she crawled toward the end of the bed.

“What are you doing?”

“This is worse than being alone,” she said. “I’m lying here thinking about everything you asked me to do, everything we did together, and you’re right here and I’m right here and we might as well be miles apart. It hurts, Dylan.” Her eyes, her beautiful eyes, revealed it all, the width and breadth of her agony. “It hurts to be near you like this.”

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Molly O’Keefe has always known she wanted to be a writer (except when she wanted to be a florist or a chef and the brief period of time when she considered being a cowgirl). And once she got her hands on some romances, she knew exactly what she wanted to write.

She published her first Harlequin romance at age 25 and hasn’t looked back. She loves exploring every character’s road towards happily ever after.

Originally from a small town outside of Chicago, she went to university in St. Louis where she met and fell in love with the editor of her school newspaper. They followed each other around the world for several years and finally got married and settled down in Toronto, Ontario. They welcomed their son into their family in 2006, and their daughter in 2008. When she’s not at the park or cleaning up the toy room, Molly is working hard on her next novel, trying to exercise, stalking Tina Fey on the internet and dreaming of the day she can finish a cup of coffee without interruption.

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SALE BLITZ – MY TIME IN THE AFFAIR by Stylo Fantome

Title: My Time in the Affair
Author: Stylo Fantôme
Genre: Contemporary/Erotic Romance
 Release Date: May 2, 2015
Blurb

I made a conscious decision to cheat on my husband.

Now, before you judge me, hear my story. Hear how much I’m like you, how similar my thoughts are to your own. Yes, I’m a horrible person. Yes, I’ve done horrible things. Yes, I don’t deserve forgiveness. Yes, bad things happened because of my actions.

But I’m willing to bet I’ve done things that maybe, just maybe, you have thought of doing.

Maybe, just maybe, you’re not as innocent as you’d like to think.

Or maybe I’m not so guilty… 

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Misch stared up at him, simply amazed. She couldn’t believe he was there, sitting next to her. Bubble, officially burst. Mr. Tal Canaan was a real life man, flesh and blood, not some fantasy to be locked away in some hotel room, shoved to the back of her brain. And the fantasy-come-to-life sitting next to her happened to be dressed up, as well. Sexy didn’t cover how he looked that evening.

“Tal, we can’t do this,” Misch lowered her voice. “You did me a huge favor the other night, really. I appreciate it, more than I can say. But it ended in that room.”

His hand moved off of her hip and across her lap. Came to rest on her bare thigh. Her voice caught in her throat.

“Oh, no. No, I don’t think so. I don’t think it ended at all. I think it’s still very much going on,” he breathed, sliding his hand up, moving the skirt of her dress out of the way.

“Tal, please,” she whimpered.

Whimpering. The man makes me whimper.

“Ah, there’s that word I love.”

“My boss could walk up any minute,” she hissed, pressing herself back into the cushioned booth, trying to gain some distance.

“Don’t worry about your boss,” Tal whispered, dipping his head and kissing her temple.

“We can’t. He knows I’m married,” she whispered back, squirming as Tal’s hand pushed the last bit of material out of the way. If a waiter popped up, he’d have a great view of Misch’s hot pink underwear.

“I told you, don’t worry.”

“Don’t worry!? How can I not -,”

She gasped as his thumb slid under the crotch of her panties. While her lips were parted, he dove in, kissing her hard. She moaned, welcoming him. Fuck, she’d cook him dinner and rub his feet, if he’d just keep touching her. Just keep wanting her.

“I love that you’re always so ready for me,” he pulled away to laugh at her. She gripped onto his arm.

“Oh my god, I’m gonna get fired,” she panted, but made no move to stop him. His thumb was ridiculously dexterous; she wondered if he was double jointed. It swam in circles, making her dizzy.

“You won’t get fired, I promise,” he had his sly smile on, and he actually rested an elbow on the back of the booth, propping his cheek against his fist. His relaxation actually made her more aware of their surroundings. She was sitting in the middle of a nice restaurant, waiting for her boss, and she had a man’s thumb in her crotch.

Slut.

“Someone’s going to see us. Please.”

“You know what’s funny,” he ignored her. “This really wasn’t my plan when I decided to come here. I thought we could have a drink, talk. I could watch you laugh. You have a great laugh. But then I sat down, and you’re wearing this amazing dress, showing those amazing legs, and well, here we are.”

“I don’t want to be doing this,” she begged.

“Why not?”

“Because,” she couldn’t finish the sentence. Didn’t want to say it out loud. Wanted to pretend that she was begging him to stop for the right reasons.

“Because why?”

I’m such an awful person.

“Because I’m …”

“Since our night together,” he whispered, “this is all I’ve thought about. All I’ve wanted to do. From this point on, you’re going to be the only person I fuck while I’m here.”

“Tal, please, I’m going to … I’m about to …,” she couldn’t catch her breath. She was too busy trying to stave off a huge orgasm.

“Shhhh,” he shushed her. Then his thumb was gone. He pulled his fingers free of her underwear, ran it up her body. Rested his hand against the side of her jaw. She was breathing heavily through her nose, staring up at him. He stared right back and pressed his dewy thumb against her bottom lip. Traced it back and forth.

Resistance is so fucking futile.

“What are you doing to me?” she whispered. He smiled, then stuck his thumb in his mouth, sucking her wetness away.

“Anything you want, babe. Come find me,” he whispered back.

Then he was sliding out of his seat. Walking away.

Misch dropped her head back on the booth, tried to catch her breath. She pressed a hand to her chest and gulped in air. She had thought the night was going to be boring. Shmoozing their international partners, talking about insurance, trying to tell bad jokes in broken Italian. Getting off in the middle of a crowded dining room hadn’t been part of the plan.

Mr. Canaan had never been part of the plan.

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Crazy woman living in an undisclosed location in Alaska (where the need for a creative mind is a necessity!), I have been writing since … forever? Yeah, that sounds about right. I have been told that I remind people of Lucille Ball – I also see shades of Jennifer Saunders, and Denis Leary. So basically, I laugh a lot, I’m clumsy a lot, and I say the F-word A LOT.

I like dogs more than I like most people, and I don’t trust anyone who doesn’t drink. No, I do not live in an igloo, and no, the sun does not set for six months out of the year, there’s your Alaska lesson for the day. I have mermaid hair – both a curse and a blessing – and most of the time I talk so fast, even I can’t understand me.

Yeah. I think that about sums me up.
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KING & TYRANT LIMITED EDITION COLLECTION

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King: Homeless. Hungry. Desperate. Doe has no memories of who she is or where she comes from. A notorious career criminal just released from prison, King is someone you don’t want to cross unless you’re prepared to pay him back in blood, sweat, sex or a combination of all three. King’s future hangs in the balance. Doe’s is written in her past. When they come crashing together, they will have to learn that sometimes in order to hold on, you have to first let go. Tyrant: I. Remember. Everything. But the relief I thought I would feel never comes, and I’m more afraid now than I was the morning I woke up handcuffed in King’s bed. Because with the truth comes dark secrets I was never meant to know. I will put the lives of those I love most at risk if I let on that my memory has returned, or if I seek help from the heavily tattooed felon who owns me body and soul. I don’t know if I’m strong enough to resist the magnetic pull toward King that grows stronger every day. He’s already saved me in more ways than one. Now it’s my turn to do whatever it takes to save him. Even if that means marrying someone else…

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Tattooing Doe was the single most erotic moment of my life. Marking her perfect, pale skin with a tattoo I’d designed for her made me so fucking hard I had to adjust myself every thirty seconds in order to concentrate on my work.

When I was done, I handed her the hand mirror, and she walked over to the full-sized mirror that hung on the back of the door, like she’d seen dozens of my other clients do before. When she held up the hand mirror, she gasped.

“What?” I asked in a panic, hoping she didn’t already see what I’d hidden in the tattoo. I was an asshole for putting it there. I was an asshole for tattooing her in the first place.

I was just an asshole.

But I couldn’t help myself. My name needed to be on her. It wasn’t enough just to call her mine. I needed to mark her as well. So hidden in the vine work under the quote I found that I thought was perfect for her, was my name.

KING was woven into the design.  In order to see it you had to tilt your head or otherwise you wouldn’t notice it. But it was there.

I would tell her eventually of course, but I wanted it to be my secret for a while. She’d stopped being my possession a while ago, a lot longer before I cared to admit, but I still felt the need to mark her as mine.

I still liked the idea of owning her.

Only now, she owned me, too.

She didn’t notice the name. Tears filled her eyes. She stood there staring at the hand mirror in just her panties. Little cheeky ones where her ass hung out of the bottoms. Her tits were only inches from my face. Her tears of happiness made my dick twitch. Although her sad tears evoked the same response.

My dick wasn’t partial to which kind of tears he liked.

I took the mirror from her hand and lifted her up onto the counter. “You like it?” I asked, pushing her panties down her legs.

“I love it,” she panted, wrapping her legs around me, drawing me close. Her wetness soaking my boxers. I pushed them down with one hand. I’d been hard for three hours, the entire time I’d been working on her, and couldn’t wait any longer. I pushed inside her tight, wet heat.

We both moaned at the contact.

“You love it?” I asked, needing to hear her say it again.

“Yes, I love it!” she said as I thrust up into her, hard. “I love it. So much. I love you.”

I froze when I heard the words, and when I did, her eyes flung open.

“I didn’t mean—”

“Shut the fuck up.”

“Oh my god, I have that word vomit thing. I’m sorry.  Shit, I just meant that—”

“Shut the fuck up!” I demanded, thrusting hard to get her attention. She closed her eyes, and her head fell back. “That’s fucking better. Now, keep that pretty mouth of yours shut while I fuck you.”

“Okay,” she whispered, breathless.

“Shut up,” I said again, and she closed her mouth. “Shut up so I can fuck you…and show you how much I love you.”

She nodded and although her eyes stayed shut, a tear rolled down her cheek. I sucked it off her chin before it could fall to the floor.

Then, I fucked her.

Hard.

I showed her how much I loved her until I couldn’t tell where I started and she began. Until all that was in that room was me and her and the thing between us that kept pulling us together like magnets. Until we were lost in sensations and orgasms.

And in each other.

I fucked her until we were one person, and in a way we were, because I’d lost myself along the way and I found myself again in the most unlikely place.

I’d found myself again in the haunted eyes of a girl who was just as lost as I was.

Or maybe, we didn’t find each other at all.

Maybe, we just decided to be lost together.

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He cupped my ass and lifted me up, wrapping my legs around his waist. “There was one point I’d made the decision to tell you the truth. I owed you that much. But then all the shit went down with Isaac and Preppy, so when I made the deal with your father for Max, I thought I was doing you a favor by giving you your life back and getting you out of all the shit that came with being in mine.”

I squeezed my thighs around his waist, rubbing myself against his hardness. I moaned. “But you weren’t giving me my life back.” I corrected. I placed my palms on his cheeks and held his face in my hands, searching for any sign in his eyes that what I felt for him might have been wrong, but instead what I found was a resounding need to fix what was broken between us. Tears formed in my eyes. “You were taking it away.” King’s lips parted. He ran his thumb across my lower lip, turning his head he kissed his way up my arm.

“Goosebumps,” King observed, running his fingertips across my already stimulated skin. I bit my lip and stifled a moan.

“It’s just the heat,” I lied.

“You’ve got that fucking right,” King growled, bending my wrist behind my back, his lips came crashing down over mine. We were a tangling of lips, clanking of teeth, sloshing through the water to better line ourselves up with each other. It wasn’t pretty.

It was need.

“I’m still fucking mad at you for letting me go,” I said into his mouth, while our tongues did things other parts of me throbbed to do.

King stilled and held my face away from his, our chests heaving in unison, my erect nipples rubbing against his hot hard skin as we panted together. Our breaths mingled in the air. He ran his hand down the side of my face and cupped my cheek in his palm. “I didn’t give you away, Pup. I released you.”

I stilled. “You released me?” I couldn’t hide the hurt in my voice. For some reason, releasing me sounded worse than letting me go.

King ran his tongue across the tip of my earlobe, holding me tightly against his warmth. Chills ran down my spine and into my very core and they had nothing to do with the temperature of the rain.

 “I tried to release you, Pup. For Max. But there was a major problem with that plan, and no matter what happened, it would never have worked,” King confessed.

“Why is that?” I asked, needing to know, but at the same time acutely aware of the pulsing between my legs. Relief and release was only a scrap or two of fabric away. Throbbing for me.

“The problem was…you never released me,” King growled, crashing his lips to mine. He moaned into my mouth when I rubbed myself up against his straining erection. He pushed the fabric of my shorts aside and the second he parted my folds with his index finger, I shuddered. He plunged a long index finger inside of me, and for a second my eyes rolled back in my head until he withdrew it. I cried out in frustration, wiggling myself against him, needing him to make me feel anything other than empty.

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About the Author

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T.M. (Tracey Marie) Frazier resides in sunny Southwest Florida with her husband and three feisty fur kids.

She attended Florida Gulf Coast University where she specialized in public speaking. After years working in real estate and new home construction, she decided it was finally time to stop pushing her dreams to the back burner and pursue writing seriously.

In the third grade she wrote her very first story about a lost hamster. It earned rave reviews from both her teacher and her parents.

It only took her twenty years to start the next one.

It will not be about hamsters.

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