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Friday, November 24, 2017

Bookbub Blitz: Road to Royalty by Autumn Jones Lake (November 20-26)

Title: Road to Royalty
Series: Lost Kings MC Boxed Set
Author: Autumn Jones Lake
Genre: MC Romance


LIMITED EDITION BOX SET 

THREE FULL-LENGTH NOVELS, OVER 225,000 WORDS. PLUS NEVER BEFORE SEEN CONTENT. 



ROAD TO ROYALTY (LOST KINGS MC SERIES BOX SET) 
INCLUDES: 
SLOW BURN (LOST KINGS MC #1) 
CORRUPTING CINDERELLA (LOST KINGS MC #2) 
STRENGTH FROM LOYALTY (LOST KINGS MC #3) 
BONUS CONTENT: Glossary, Character Interviews, Two BRAND NEW, NEVER RELEASED BONUS SCENES,Preview of TATTERED ON MY SLEEVE (LOST KINGS MC #4) 
by Autumn Jones Lake 



Also includes excerpts from two other HOT MC Romance authors: Bink Cummings, and Phoenyx Slaughter. 



SLOW BURN (Lost Kings MC, Book #1) 
Original publication date: October 14, 2014 
Forced to represent an outlaw biker, a married attorney must come to terms with her feelings for her client while avoiding the danger he brings into her sedate life. 



CORRUPTING CINDERELLA (Lost Kings MC, Book #2) 
Original publication date: December 2, 2014 
Although attorney Hope Kendall cares deeply for President of the Lost Kings MC, Rochlan "Rock" North, the truth is they come from completely different worlds. Add to that the fact that they are also both headstrong people, and they have a very rough road ahead of them. 



STRENGTH FROM LOYALTY (Lost Kings MC, Book #3) 
Original publication date: March 17, 2015 
As a dark cloud descends over Hope and Rock’s already precarious future, will a long-hidden secret push them both past the point of no return? 



Bonus Scenes: 
At the Gun Range: Rock, Hope, Wrath and Trinity. 
Prom Dress: Hope, Heidi, Muphy and Teller. 








Slow Burn (Lost Kings MC #1)

My jaw locked as I held back the laughter I knew would only get her more ticked off at me. I hadn't even realized I'd started after her until the glare of the afternoon sun hit me. By then, I needed to grab her and make things right before she stormed off. And never came back. Because the thought of not seeing her again left me cold.

"Fine, Hope. I respect you. I'm sorry I got carried away. It won't happen again." There. I'd managed to give her my most reasonable tone of voice and not choke on the words because I wasn't even a little sorry. Her shoulders relaxed, and the expression on her face softened as she finally met my gaze.

"Thank you. It's not your fault. Around you, I feel—"

The absurdly loud buzz of a motorcycle on the main road drowned her soft voice out. Since bikes were my thing, naturally I tipped my head up to see who would be stupid enough to ride that loud near my club.

Fuck.

I recognized the ape hangers and the logo on the cut. I pushed Hope behind me as I watched the Viper cruise by. His bottom rocker identified him as from out of town. Not good. Where there was one, there had to be more of them moving in from other charters. The fucker had the nerve to take an unnatural interest in Hope, and I didn’t like it one fucking bit.

"What's wrong?" Her timid voice came from behind me. Pride surged through me when I realized she'd moved and stayed put without me even having to ask. She trusted me. Her hands settled against my shoulder blades, and I swear even through the thin material of my tee and the thick leather cut, her warmth pulsed against my skin.

When the Viper finally moved out of sight, I hooked my arm around her waist and hauled her in front of me.

"Nothing. Just never know."

Her forehead wrinkled, but she wisely chose to keep her opinions to herself.

"Now, what were you saying?"

Guilt flashed in her eyes. Her gaze darted somewhere over my shoulder before she answered, "I don't remember."

I took her words at face value. I’d messed with her head enough today. If it wasn't for the damn ring around her finger, I'd have her on my bike on the way to my house so damn fast. But, believe it or not, I didn't believe in cheating either. And honestly, I liked her too much to disrespect her. Above everything else, I knew I couldn’t stand it if she ended up hating me.

"I should make an appointment to come into your office to talk about a few business things."

"My office is in my house. I meet my clients at a friend's office downtown usually."

Fuck me. The thought of going to her house, seeing what she liked to surround herself with, and getting in her personal space excited me a lot more than I liked to admit.











Autumn was born and raised in Upstate, New York. She spends her free time listening to music, going to concerts and spending time with her family. She enjoys reading, writing, acting and horror movies. Her favorite books are mystery, thrillers, horror, romance, erotica and urban fantasy.



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Cover Reveal: Beg by Eden Butler

Title: Beg
Series: God of Rock #2
Author: Eden Butler
Genre: Erotic Romance
Release Date: January 9, 2017



I am a liar. My words were poison and everything I touched got filthy. Except Iris. 

She was the best part of who I was. The only bright spark in my dull, gray world. 

But denial made me stupid and a cruel insult destroyed everything I hoped to have with the girl of my dreams. 

Now I will crawl on my knees and grovel because sometimes, even rock Gods have to beg.




She was starlight, bright and brilliant and out of my fucking reach. There was a hardness to those beautiful features now, a glint of something distant I’d never be able to take from her face.

Didn’t mean I wouldn’t try.

“You good, mami?”

The endearment bothered her, had Iris jerking a glare my way and I couldn’t decide if I loved or hated it.

“Don’t.” It was all she said, all that seemed able to move beyond the anger and bitterness that had tightened the muscles around her mouth. I did that. I’d caused all that rage, all that venom. I should take it for the medicine it was; gulp it down because I deserved it. But Iris was my past, the sweetest and best part of who I hoped like hell I could be again. More than that, she was my end game, my forever more. I’d do anything to have her back, anything at all to deserve her again.

I took two steps—slow, careful, like she was a landmine easily triggered by the wrong words, the wrong look from me. The closer I came, the straighter her back went and I knew not to push. She hated me and I understood why. I got that I’d done something unforgiveable.

“If saying sorry was enough, it’d be the first thing I’d utter every time I opened my mouth.”

She kept silent, staring straight ahead, watching the nurses shuffle around their reception area, thumbing through files, answering phones. I could only watch her, profile sharp, face tense, but none of that lessened that beautiful lines of her face or the sweet swell of precise features that gave her the look of a statue—something formed with love and care, something far too beautiful for this ugly world.

Blinking brought images straight to my mind of Iris and me, her laughter, her smile and how many times I’d put it there; how often it was my words, my music, my jokes that kept her face lit up and sweet. But that had been a long damn time ago and I hadn’t been the cause of anything remotely similar to those expressions.

“Sorry means nothing,” she started, focus still on the movement of activity around us. “Especially when it comes alone.”

“Alone?”

She nodded once and her voice was tight, the inflection shaking with what felt like anger to me. “Words are just words, sounds and syllables that fade to nothing. Actions. Deeds. Those are the things that matter.”

“Tell me what to do,” I said, moving closer than I should have, making Iris step away from me. “Please.”

Iris inhaled, wetting her lips with her tongue before she shot one sharp, furious glare at me. “Forget you know me and for God’s sake, Jamie, leave me the hell alone.”

The click of her boots sounded like slaps against my face as she moved down the hallway, further and further away, and I fought the urge to chase after her. Her hair was longer now, sliding against her back, grazing her waist as she moved. I wanted to tangle all that hair between my fingers. I wanted to know if that honeysuckle scent still hung in her hair.

“Sorry,” I told her, knowing she was too far away to hear me. “You can’t forget the only good you’ve ever known, mami.” I walked forward, scrubbing my face as I watched her. “Forgetting you is that last thing I’ll do.” 



Eden Butler is an editor and writer of Mystery, Suspense and Contemporary Romance novels and the nine-times great-granddaughter of an honest-to-God English pirate. This could explain her affinity for rule breaking and rum. 

When she’s not writing or wondering about her possibly Jack Sparrowesque ancestor, Eden patiently waits for her Hogwarts letter, edits, reads and spends way too much time watching rugby, Doctor Who and New Orleans Saints football. 

She is currently living under teenage rule alongside her husband in southeast Louisiana. 

Please send help.



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