Thursday, July 30, 2015
RELEASE BLITZ - July by Audrey Carlan
Title: July
Series: Calendar Girl #7
Author: Audrey Carlan
Release Date: July 30, 2015
Blurb
Hip-hop, Miami heat, and the Latin Lov-ah.
The second half to this year-long journey has taken me to Magic City…Miami. I’ve been hired by the nation’s top hip-hop artist Anton Santiago. His name is as sexy as him, and rolls off the tongue the same way his muscled body rolls to his music. He goes by the name Latin Lov-ah and boy does he work that title from his rock hard body, Latin hip-hop fusion dance moves, to the way he beds his women.
He’s raw, dirty, and one hundred percent player...and I want to wrap my naked body all over him and forget about everything.
Every word that comes out of his mouth is a sirens call.
Every thrust of his hips draws me closer.
Every breath against my neck sends me into a tailspin of need and desire.
After what happened in June, I need to rip the bandage off. Move on. Anton could be just the thing I need to get back to me.
I was hired to play the part of a seductress in Anton’s new music video but in the end, I’m was the one seduced.
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In the seventh book of the Calendar Girl serial, Mia is sent to Miami, Florida. Still on her mission to save her father, she is hired to be in a hot new music video where her unique look and recent popularity will prove invaluable.
Each installment in the Calendar Girl Serial will release every month throughout 2015. The stories will feature Mia’s journey as an escort to twelve clients in twelve different locations.
Warning: This book is designed for audiences 18+ due to language and graphic sexual content.
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who writes erotic contemporary romances, such as the wildly popular
"Falling Series." She lives in the sunny California Valley two hours
away from the city, the beach, the mountains and the precious…the vineyards.
She has been married to the love of her life for over 10 years and has two
young children that live up to their title of “Monster Madness” on daily basis.
When she’s not writing, sipping wine with her “soul sisters”, or doing yoga,
she can be found with her nose stuck in book or her Kindle. A hot, smutty,
romantic book to be exact!
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RELEASE BLITZ - Devil in the Detail by Max Henry
Title: Devil in the Detail
Series: Butcher Boys #4
Author: Max Henry
Genre: Suspense/Contemporary
Release Date: July 30, 2015
Blurb
Loves comes in all shapes and forms, and sometimes it can be hard to distinguish which one you’re given.
I run from my pain—that’s just what I do. It’s how I’ve managed to keep a handle on the shame and remorse at what I did the day my life changed. Has it changed me for the good, or for the worse—I can never be sure? Some days it's one and most it’s the other.
Now, each day is getting darker, ever since I met the woman who has the power to ease my ache and got a taste for what could be.
Selfish? Maybe. Foolish? Definitely. But nothing can stop me until I prove to her she needs me just as much as it kills me to wake up one more day without her.
I run from my pain—that’s just what I do. It’s how I’ve managed to keep a handle on the shame and remorse at what I did the day my life changed. Has it changed me for the good, or for the worse—I can never be sure? Some days it's one and most it’s the other.
Now, each day is getting darker, ever since I met the woman who has the power to ease my ache and got a taste for what could be.
Selfish? Maybe. Foolish? Definitely. But nothing can stop me until I prove to her she needs me just as much as it kills me to wake up one more day without her.
I’ll do whatever it takes—even if I risk my life and my health fighting her psychotic and possessive old man to get her in my bed.
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Her brow twitches. “I can’t do this. I’m sorry.” She steps away, heading for the door.
Lunging from the chair, I catch her shoulder and spin her to face me. “Can’t do what? Why are you running?”
“Because being around you makes me feel things, and I know it’s wrong to.”
“Ramona, you need to tell me,” I plead, heart beating erratically. “What kind of ‘things’ are you feeling?” I need to know if they’re the same.
“Like you could be something incredible for me. But . . . ”
God, she’s killing me. “But?”
“It’s not the right time.” She smiles softly.
A beat passes with us staring at one another. I don’t want the moment to end. I don’t want her to walk away. “Do you love him?” My tongue is thick in my mouth.
Lunging from the chair, I catch her shoulder and spin her to face me. “Can’t do what? Why are you running?”
“Because being around you makes me feel things, and I know it’s wrong to.”
“Ramona, you need to tell me,” I plead, heart beating erratically. “What kind of ‘things’ are you feeling?” I need to know if they’re the same.
“Like you could be something incredible for me. But . . . ”
God, she’s killing me. “But?”
“It’s not the right time.” She smiles softly.
A beat passes with us staring at one another. I don’t want the moment to end. I don’t want her to walk away. “Do you love him?” My tongue is thick in my mouth.
She shakes her head, smiling, yet her eyes are sad . . . so damn sad. “Not like you think—that’s the problem.”
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Originally born and bred in Canterbury, New Zealand, Max now resides with her family in beautiful and sunny Queensland, Australia. Life with two young children can be hectic at times, and although she may not write as often as she would like, Max wouldn't change a thing.
In her down time, Max can be found at her local gym, brain-storming through a session with the weights. Or, she may be out bumping, and jostling her way along a dirt track with the family in hubby's 4WD.
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RELEASE BLITZ - Trace + Olivia Series Boxed Set by Micalea Smeltzer
Title: Trace + Olivia Series Boxed Set
Series: Trace + Olivia #1-4
Author: Micalea Smeltzer
Genre: New Adult
Release Date: July 30, 2015
Blurb
Finding Olivia: How far would you go to find yourself? That’s the question that’s been haunting Olivia Owens for years.
Chasing Olivia: How far would you go to reignite the spark you once had? Two years later, Trace and Olivia are as much in love as they’ve always been. But the spark they once had for life is waning and Trace is determined that they find it again. His solution? A road trip. But he doesn’t tell Olivia the real reason they’re heading north.
Tempting Rowan: I’m drowning in the numbness. It’s pulling me under and I can’t see the surface. It’s easier to pretend I can’t feel. And the longer you pretend, the easier it is to believe. But he wants to save me. Only he can’t. I have to save myself…and I don’t know if I want to.
Saving Tatum: Even tough girls need saving. Jude Brooks is bad news. He’s the kind of guy that leaves behind a string of broken hearts and Tatum O’Connor is not about to be one of those girls, despite all of Jude’s advances. They have a past, and Tatum’s determined to make sure they don’t have a future.
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“No, no, no, no!” I beat my steering wheel with the
heel of my hand. “No! You’ve got to be kidding me!” I pulled off the road, my
tire bumping along.
heel of my hand. “No! You’ve got to be kidding me!” I pulled off the road, my
tire bumping along.
I put my car in park and climbed out to assess the damage.
My feet crunched on the gravel scattered alongside the road.
Immediately, the oily burnt smell of my peeling tire met me.
Calling this a flat tire didn’t do it justice. This was
complete and utter carnage.
complete and utter carnage.
I looked behind me, at the trail of tire pieces leading
straight to my car, like a path of breadcrumbs.
straight to my car, like a path of breadcrumbs.
It was starting to get dark and this wasn’t exactly the
safest road.
safest road.
I was also a twenty-year-old girl, ripe for the picking.
I kicked the side of my car. “I don’t have time for this!”
I stalked around the back, to the trunk, lifting it and
looking for the necessary tools to change a tire.
looking for the necessary tools to change a tire.
Which was pointless because, unfortunately, I didn’t know
the first thing about changing a tire. My father had made sure that I only knew
how to do a woman’s work.
the first thing about changing a tire. My father had made sure that I only knew
how to do a woman’s work.
I slammed the trunk closed and stalked back to the driver’s
side, pulling at the ends of my hair. I glared at the offending nail, that had
to be four inches long, sticking out of the tire. How many nails did people
drive over a day and I was the one to get a flat freakin’ tire?
side, pulling at the ends of my hair. I glared at the offending nail, that had
to be four inches long, sticking out of the tire. How many nails did people
drive over a day and I was the one to get a flat freakin’ tire?
Not cool.
Not at all.
I opened the door and reached for my phone to call my
roommate to come pick me up.
roommate to come pick me up.
The sky was darkening and I didn’t want to be stranded here.
I wrapped my lightweight jacket tighter around my body, as
the wind gusted around me, blowing leaves off of the nearby trees. I watched
the red, yellow, and orange leaves fall down and scatter over my car. One,
unfortunately, got caught in my hair. I reached up and pulled it out before
letting it drift to the ground.
the wind gusted around me, blowing leaves off of the nearby trees. I watched
the red, yellow, and orange leaves fall down and scatter over my car. One,
unfortunately, got caught in my hair. I reached up and pulled it out before
letting it drift to the ground.
Gravel crunched behind me. I turned quickly, to see a guy
getting out of a black car that looked like something old, but classic.
getting out of a black car that looked like something old, but classic.
I hadn’t even heard him pullover.
I backed a step away, thinking he might be a murderer, or a
rapist.
rapist.
But when I got a look at his face I was stunned.
He was tall, with a lean body, but muscular. He had short,
dark brown, almost black, hair and the greenest eyes I had ever seen. Five o’
clock shadow covered his cheeks and chin. My eyes trailed down, over the white
t-shirt glued to his chest, and stopped there. I could see black ink underneath
the white shirt and licked my lips. The fact that he had tattoos only made him
hotter. To protect against the cold, he was wearing a long-sleeved plaid shirt.
dark brown, almost black, hair and the greenest eyes I had ever seen. Five o’
clock shadow covered his cheeks and chin. My eyes trailed down, over the white
t-shirt glued to his chest, and stopped there. I could see black ink underneath
the white shirt and licked my lips. The fact that he had tattoos only made him
hotter. To protect against the cold, he was wearing a long-sleeved plaid shirt.
“Uh—can I help you?” He asked, smiling pleasantly at me, and
putting my earlier fears about him being a murderer or rapist completely to
rest.
putting my earlier fears about him being a murderer or rapist completely to
rest.
Help? With what? I needed help?
“Huh?”
He grinned crookedly, tilting his head. “With your tire. Do
you need some help?”
you need some help?”
He had the deepest, huskiest, voice I had ever heard. I
shivered at the sound. I was pretty sure I’d be happy for him to help me with a
lot of things, and none of them included my tire.
shivered at the sound. I was pretty sure I’d be happy for him to help me with a
lot of things, and none of them included my tire.
“Help would be great,” I blushed, ducking my head.
He chuckled. “You do have a spare, right?”
“Yeah, it’s in the trunk,” I pointed, like he didn’t know
where the trunk was.
where the trunk was.
He grabbed the spare, and all the necessary tools and sat
down, next to the ruined tire.
down, next to the ruined tire.
“I—uh—would’ve changed it myself, but—uh—my dad never taught
me,” I ran my fingers nervously through my wavy brown hair. “He said something
about it not being appropriate for a girl to do and if I ever got a flat tire,
I better hope Prince Charming came along. My dad’s very—uh—old fashioned,” I
stammered.
me,” I ran my fingers nervously through my wavy brown hair. “He said something
about it not being appropriate for a girl to do and if I ever got a flat tire,
I better hope Prince Charming came along. My dad’s very—uh—old fashioned,” I
stammered.
He looked up at me. “Does that make me Prince Charming?” He
grinned.
grinned.
“Oh—uhm—Prince Charming is fictional, so I guess not, and
he-uh-usually rides a white horse or something… I think.”
he-uh-usually rides a white horse or something… I think.”
Somebody, stamp AWKWARD across my forehead already.
The guy threw his head back and laughed. “I guess a shiny
black '69 Camaro doesn’t count as a white horse. You watch a lot of Disney
movies or something?”
black '69 Camaro doesn’t count as a white horse. You watch a lot of Disney
movies or something?”
“No,” I blushed tomato red. “At least not anymore.”
“You’re funny,” he squinted up at me, shielding his eyes
from the orange glow of the setting sun.
from the orange glow of the setting sun.
“I hope that’s a good thing,” I muttered. Unfortunately, I
wasn’t trying to be funny.
wasn’t trying to be funny.
“It’s a very good thing-” He paused, waiting for my name.
“Oh—uh—Olivia. Olivia Owens.”
“I’m Trace,” he reached a hand up to me and I took it. It
was warm and calloused, swallowing mine whole. “Trace Wentworth,” he grinned
when my hand jerked at his touch.
was warm and calloused, swallowing mine whole. “Trace Wentworth,” he grinned
when my hand jerked at his touch.
Author Bio
Micalea
Smeltzer is a bestselling Young and New Adult author from Winchester, Virginia.
She’s always working on her next book, and when she has spare time she loves to
read and spend time with her family.
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RELEASE BLITZ - Indecent Cravings: Part Two by S.K. Cross
Title: Indecent Cravings: Part Two
Series: Indecent Cravings #2
Author: S.K. Cross
Genre: Erotic Romance
Release Date: July 30, 2015
Blurb
Abigail's fun and dirty conversion to her sexy alter-ego Jayd continues in Part Two of the hot new steamy series INDECENT CRAVINGS
WARNING: This is NOT a story for prudes.
Abigail settles into her new life in Miami with a restaurant job on the beach, all the while keeping an eye out for the mysterious Lukas Thorn.
When a rich old woman invites her to a decadent party and makes a generous offer, Abigail is swept into a hot and filthy world of kinky fun. Soon she finds herself under the tutelage of the "Director", competing against two other girls to gain admission to Lukas Thorn's submission school.
Sparks fly, passions grow, and dark glimpses into Lukas Thorn's tortured soul are revealed as Abigail tries to get a foothold into his world of joyous debauchery.
DO NOT READ IF ANY OF THE FOLLOWING OFFENDS YOU: Dirty talk, floggers, riding crops, anal sex, strap-on dildos, heavy ropes, threesomes, foursomes, moresomes, tongues in places they probably shouldn't go, sensory deprivation, public humiliation, girl-on-girl, girl-on-guy, guy-on-two-girls, two-girls-on-girl, well-endowed M2F transsexual-on-girl, well-endowed M2F transsexual-on-guy, tease and denial contests, dominatrixes, and sex swings...all consensual and in the spirit of fun and personal growth. (Not all of these appear in this book but will be explored over the course of the series... and more!)
You have been warned.
THEMES EXPLORED: Overcoming personal challenges, discovering one's purpose in life, inspiring people to live their own lives on their own terms, and refusing to allow others to control how you think.
Mature content. 18+ ONLY. Book 2 of a multiple-part continuing series.
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A shadow
blocks some of the light behind me. I turn.
blocks some of the light behind me. I turn.
I’m glad I had some of that
drink, because I nearly have a heart attack at the sight of Lukas Thorn.
drink, because I nearly have a heart attack at the sight of Lukas Thorn.
Everything disappears. The
sunset, the cavernous apartment, the low hum of the conversations, the music.
My entire world centers on the man I’ve been trying to find for two weeks.
sunset, the cavernous apartment, the low hum of the conversations, the music.
My entire world centers on the man I’ve been trying to find for two weeks.
Right here.
And not just here, but standing
directly in front of me again.
directly in front of me again.
I try not to squeal in delight.
If I thought he was a god among
men before, I’m only more convinced now.
men before, I’m only more convinced now.
He’s in a black flowing shirt,
one of many flowing shirts in his collection apparently. Taut thick chest
muscles press it outward anyway, sinewy neck muscles leading to broad
shoulders. Broader than before. Like he had some added on since the last time I
saw him.
one of many flowing shirts in his collection apparently. Taut thick chest
muscles press it outward anyway, sinewy neck muscles leading to broad
shoulders. Broader than before. Like he had some added on since the last time I
saw him.
But no, that’s ridiculous. I’m
just seeing them from a new angle. So close. So close I could almost stick my
tongue out and . . .
just seeing them from a new angle. So close. So close I could almost stick my
tongue out and . . .
“Jayden Raye, Jayd for short,”
says Lorena, “I’d like you to meet Director Lukas Thorn. Oh, but that’s right.
I forgot. You two have already met. I believe Lukas saved your life at Bogart
that night a couple of weeks ago.”
says Lorena, “I’d like you to meet Director Lukas Thorn. Oh, but that’s right.
I forgot. You two have already met. I believe Lukas saved your life at Bogart
that night a couple of weeks ago.”
I’m not sure if it’s just me or
if it’s both Lukas and me, but we just stare at each other. He wears a
half-smile, the perfect stubble still in place over the tanned skin and
flawless square chin that burned itself into my memory on the plane here.
if it’s both Lukas and me, but we just stare at each other. He wears a
half-smile, the perfect stubble still in place over the tanned skin and
flawless square chin that burned itself into my memory on the plane here.
His hair is especially
“just-fucked” tonight, waves of brownish-black darkness with those delightful
wispy ends that I just want to bite.
“just-fucked” tonight, waves of brownish-black darkness with those delightful
wispy ends that I just want to bite.
His expression is relaxed but
incredulous as he stares into me, his sapphire eyes searing a sensuous pathway
into my soul. He looks at me like he knows me, like he’s known me for a
thousand years.
incredulous as he stares into me, his sapphire eyes searing a sensuous pathway
into my soul. He looks at me like he knows me, like he’s known me for a
thousand years.
Yeah, glad I waited. Fuck Karissa
and Jaxon. Fuck Javier. Fuck those shitheads who hit on me. This is what I
want! This man right here! Wherever he is, I’m home.
and Jaxon. Fuck Javier. Fuck those shitheads who hit on me. This is what I
want! This man right here! Wherever he is, I’m home.
“What the fuck, Lorena?” says
Lukas Thorn, not breaking his stare into my eyes.
Lukas Thorn, not breaking his stare into my eyes.
His words knock me out of my
spell. I turn to look at Lorena’s shocked expression.
spell. I turn to look at Lorena’s shocked expression.
“Excuse me?” she says.
“This is a joke, Lorena. What are
you up to?”
you up to?”
She folds her arms and throws him
an evil questioning stare. “I don’t like your tone, Lukas.” Her voice has gone
three octaves lower than usual.
an evil questioning stare. “I don’t like your tone, Lukas.” Her voice has gone
three octaves lower than usual.
He chuckles, then returns his
gaze to me. He looks me up and down like he’s buying a horse.
gaze to me. He looks me up and down like he’s buying a horse.
“No thanks, Lorena,” he says as
he turns to walk away. “I’m not going to fall for it again.”
he turns to walk away. “I’m not going to fall for it again.”
At that, he turns and drifts
across the room. Everyone notices him, like he’s the center of all magnetism in
the universe.
across the room. Everyone notices him, like he’s the center of all magnetism in
the universe.
I’m frozen in place, unable to
move. I’m not sure what I’m feeling.
move. I’m not sure what I’m feeling.
Did he just reject me like I think
he just did? Like a piece of meat?
he just did? Like a piece of meat?
“Don’t let him get to you,”
Lorena says. “It’s just his nature. He likes you.”
Lorena says. “It’s just his nature. He likes you.”
I take another sip of my drink,
watching his broad shoulders under that muscular neck as he joins a group of
well-dressed women at a tall round table on the other end of the balcony. He
motions a naked attendant over. His is flawlessly blonde.
watching his broad shoulders under that muscular neck as he joins a group of
well-dressed women at a tall round table on the other end of the balcony. He
motions a naked attendant over. His is flawlessly blonde.
Bitch.
“He likes me?” I say. “That’s not how someone reacts when they like
you. Wait, oh wait. Is it him? Is he the one you want to ‘sell’ me to?”
you. Wait, oh wait. Is it him? Is he the one you want to ‘sell’ me to?”
“No, of course not, dear. And
there’s no selling. That’s an awful term. He’s just the director of my academy.
It is very strange that he reacted that way. Wait, you don’t know him, do you?
Did you meet him before the restaurant?”
there’s no selling. That’s an awful term. He’s just the director of my academy.
It is very strange that he reacted that way. Wait, you don’t know him, do you?
Did you meet him before the restaurant?”
My head spins. I don’t know how
to answer. I don’t want to tell her about the plane. Apparently, she doesn’t
know about it. The less people who know, the better.
to answer. I don’t want to tell her about the plane. Apparently, she doesn’t
know about it. The less people who know, the better.
Suddenly, my inner diva fires up
inside. I never know when she’s going to show up. Yeah baby, hello! I down the rest of my drink . . . hoo-hah! . . . and place it on a nearby
table.
inside. I never know when she’s going to show up. Yeah baby, hello! I down the rest of my drink . . . hoo-hah! . . . and place it on a nearby
table.
“If you would excuse me for a
moment, Lorena,” I say.
moment, Lorena,” I say.
“Of course,” she says.
I march across the room toward that flowing
untucked shirt and glistening hair. I plant myself behind him and to the left,
making eye contact with the three bitches who are laughing at whatever he’s
saying. My heart beats out of my chest as I wait.
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