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Monday, April 9, 2018

Cover Reveal: Keeping 6 by Freya Barker (April 9)

Title: Keeping 6
Series: La Plata County FBI Rock Point Series #1
Author: Freya Barker
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release Date: May 2, 2018
Cover Design: Rebel, Edit & Design





Bookstore owner Kerry Emerson finally seems to be back in control of her life. Her failure of a marriage firmly in her rearview mirror and her recent business expansion a success, she is in charge of her own future. One that is looking better than ever. 


The sight of the tall man, with the familiar salt and pepper goatee pushing open the door of her store, sets her hair on end. He doesn’t exactly bring good memories. 

FBI Special Agent in Charge, Damian Gomez, is just looking for a decent cup of coffee when he walks into the small store offering books and brew. The pretty, feisty woman behind the counter is an unexpected surprise. Not at all unpleasant, especially since her finger that used to hold a wedding ring is now bare. 

Her wild hair, boho style and silvery grey eyes suddenly hold a lot of promise. But when his office is pulled into an international investigation into the trafficking of rare books and manuscripts, the straight-laced SAC realizes he has to keep his distance from the woman who might well be involved. 

Easier said than done, since fate seems determined to throw them together.




Damian

“You?”

My head whips around at the sound of a woman’s voice.

It’s been a long-ass morning already with meetings I would’ve loved to have avoided. Since being put in charge of the Durango field office, it seems I spend more time in meetings than working in the field. I swear each week there are new task forces put together, and I can barely keep up. I stepped out of the office for a much-needed break to find that the coffee shop around the corner had a sign plastered on the door stating they were closed due to a family emergency. Desperate for my caffeine fix, I kept walking and bumped into Kerry’s Korner: Books & Brew. Something about the name is familiar. I push the door, which opens with the ring of a bell, when I hear her voice. 

She’s pretty. The woman behind the counter looks like a seventies flower child, with wild, dirty blonde hair, some kind of flowy top leaving her collarbones and a goodly amount of cleavage exposed, and a pixie face. Something about her is familiar, and it appears she knows me, too. Fuck if I can’t place her. 

“Got me at a disadvantage, sweets,” I tell her with a shrug.

“You’re FBI,” she says, propping her hands on her nicely rounded hips. “I remember you.”

I look at her a little closer. Not a hardship, there’s a lot to check out. Those pale gray eyes trigger a memory. “You’re Kimeo’s girl,” I say, remembering the case a few years ago when I first saw her for the briefest of moments. A case long since put to rest, but not before this woman was snatched and roughed up before we got to her. We’d been called in by Gus Flemming, a friend of mine who owns an investigation and security company in Cedar Tree. Kimeo, the wife of one of Gus’s guys, found herself in the middle of shady land deals and this woman, her best friend, had been kidnapped to ensure her silence. I may not have remembered her name until I saw her standing behind the counter of Kerry’s Korner, but I sure as hell remember her. I also remember the wedding ring on her finger, which is why I didn’t bother looking twice at the time. 

The hands resting on her hips no longer sport that wedding ring, just a large knuckle ring on the middle finger of her left hand as a sort of fuck you to the world. I bet she flips that bird easily, judging by the attitude she throws off. I like it.

“Kerry,” she says, almost as a challenge. 

“Right. You look better now,” I tell her, making her snort loudly.

“No shit. I’d just been used as a punching bag when you found me and shoved me into the back of a van without a word.” Yup, most definitely a challenge. She doesn’t like me much, I deduct from the slightly distasteful look on her face.

“Was a little preoccupied with my investigation. Sorry if I didn’t take the time to make nice.” Fuck me, I sound like a dick. Something about her attitude grates on me, especially when she rolls her eyes dramatically before placing her hands on the counter in front of her and leaning over. 

“Damian. Right?” She doesn’t wait for my confirmation before she continues, “Well, Damian, what brings you to my bookstore?”

“Coffee. Straight up,” I tell her without blinking. She turns her back without a word and starts fiddling with the expensive-looking machine on the sideboard, and I take the opportunity to check out her backside. “Double shot?” she asks over her shoulder, catching me ogling. 

“Good guess.” I smile at her, which only earns me another eye roll. Attitude in spades, this one. As much as it irritates me, it somehow turns me on, too. 

She’s late thirties, maybe forty, if I had to venture a guess from the lines around her eyes. She obviously laughs a lot—something I wouldn’t mind hearing. I have a feeling with that slightly raspy voice of hers, her laugh will sound even sexier. She’s not wearing a stitch of makeup from what I can tell and seems totally at ease in her skin. Not usually the kind of woman I find myself drawn to, but this one has an appeal all her own. Most women I end up with are well put together: stacked, sweet, and sultry. Just the way I like them. This one, though? This one is like the fucking girl next door. Fresh-faced, with a hippy vibe, barely enough tit to fill my hands, but an ass that should be framed, it’s that lush. Always considered myself a boob man, until I just got an eyeful of her backside. 

While she doctors the elaborate coffee machine, I take the time to check out her shop. An older building, it has an old-fashioned facade with shallow bay windows, displaying an assortment of books, framing the door. Old wood floors that have been left bare to the wear and tear of foot traffic, resulting in a well-worn look more suited to an old saloon. Rows of rugged bookcases, jutting out from the back wall, with chalkboard display signs indicating the different genres. The counter is on one side in front of the window and on the opposite side, in front of the second bay window, is a small seating arrangement with an old, brown leather couch and two club chairs around a small, round coffee table. On the counter is a large, round, glass cake stand with pastries. 

“Here you go. Anything else with that? A pastry to sweeten you up a bit or perhaps a book on appropriate social behavior? I have both.” I can’t stop the smirk tugging at my mouth. This one’s a handful, for sure. Too much of one. I pull out my wallet and slap a couple of dollar bills on the counter. 

“Nah,” I drawl. “Not the kind of sweet I’m looking for, and as for the book, I’ll just wait until you get done with it. You’re probably due for a reread.” I snag my coffee off the counter, and with a wink, I saunter out the door, leaving her standing with her mouth hanging open and fire shooting from those pretty gray eyes.




Freya Barker loves writing about ordinary people with extraordinary stories.

Driven to make her books about 'real' people; with characters who are perhaps less than perfect, but just as deserving of romance, thrills and chills, and some hot, sizzling sex in their lives.

A recipient of the RomCon “Reader’s Choice” Award for best first book, “Slim To None”, and Finalist for the Kindle Book Award with “From Dust”, Freya has not slowed down. 

She continues to add to her rapidly growing collection of published novels as she spins story after story with an endless supply of bruised and dented characters, vying for attention!





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Release Blitz: Taming the Alien Warriors by Rie Warren (April 9)

Title: Taming the Alien Warriors
Series: Intergalactic Lurve Book 3
Author: Rie Warren
Genre: Sci-Fi Alien Warriors M/M/F Romance
Release Date: April 9, 2018 


If two cocks are better than one, then M/M/F-alien-human-ménage must be a triple-treat.

Dex and Jedrek are famed Zenithian warriors of the Valkrane class. Close friends and comrades for decades, the two males tough it out on the training grounds, share living quarters, and even take the same females to bed. But now, newfound lust for Dex has consumed Jedrek for months, and he’s about to make the male his latest conquest. 

Enter Laurel. Sweet, human, female, but far from oblivious. For years, the massive pair of warriors have maintained careful distance while making sure no others take advantage of her maiden charms. And Laurel’s about fed up with them cock-blocking her. 

When new danger descends on Zenithia, Jedrek, Dex, and Laurel are thrown into close quarters, which only ignites their three-way lust to boiling point. Just as ultimate intergalactic love seems within their reach, the plot against humans on Zenithia reaches its deadliest endgame.




The doors slid closed behind Jedrek, and he immediately unbuckled his chestplate. With a twist of his brawny bronzed shoulders he shrugged free, leaving his torso bare.
I inhaled shakily, exhaled slowly. “I thought you liked females.”
“I do.” With a prowling gait, he advanced. “But I like you best.”
His pronouncement made my cock leap to attention.
I stepped back. “In that case I guess I should admit I have been hearing a rumor.”
He lifted one eyebrow, continuing to stalk toward me. “Indeed?”
“That you’re going to fuck my ass.”
He leaped at me, driving me against one of the softly glowing walls. “I can’t wait to get my cock,” his hands reached for my thighs beneath the kilt then roamed higher, “in this tight . . . hot . . . ass.”
The moment his broad palms cupped my bare ass, his mouth lowered over mine.
No chance to retreat, no place to retreat to, and no thoughts of running, I groaned harshly.
Jedrek’s kiss was fiery and fierce. His tongue plunged straight into my mouth, and I retaliated. Grabbing hold of his short hair with my fingers, I twisted his head, darting my tongue around his.
The feel of a man’s firm lips so different. Hot as hell. Rough, not gentle at all.
Breaths gusted from our nostrils, and the warm wetness of his mouth alone took my straining cock to the very edge of release already.
Grunting, Jedrek broke away only to lash his tongue along my neck to my shoulder, swirling over the ropey tendons with slow wet swipes.
And then his hand was on my cock.
My head coiled back. “Fuck. Jedrek.”
Sensation exploded beneath the rough feel of his palm stroking the full length all the way to the ripe head, which he ran his hand around and around.
I shuddered, almost collapsing. No other man had ever fisted me before and the rawness of it set my pelvis pumping in rhythm with his sliding hand.
“Can’t believe I’m finally touching you,” he muttered against the side of my neck, rubbing his cheek against my beard.
“More,” I begged.
“You need more?” He nipped my chin then pulled back, taking his hand from my iron-hard flesh.
I’d never known Jedrek to tease, to be so sexual. My body vibrated as hot jolts of need pounded through me.
“Well, I need you naked,” he said.
He whipped off my kilt then rid himself of the rest of his garb while I shucked out of the chestplate. Hard naked bodies crashing back together, our tongues twined and our mouths twisted.
All his bare flesh pressed against me, and his large cock rubbed right alongside mine, another entirely foreign sensation.
My dick pulsed, and I slipped my hips up and down, rocking the whole solid length against the barrel of cockmeat rising rigid from his groin.
I palmed his buttocks, yanking him as close as possible, invading his mouth with my tongue to taste him more fully.
Jedrek drew his mouth away, eyes hooked low to watch our two dicks slipping together.
The sight of both big cocks was insanely hot, sandwiched between two armor-hard abdomens.
“I can’t wait.” Falling to his knees, he dragged his lips all the way down my torso and over the ridges of my stomach.
“What are you . . .”
He peered up at me with half-mast eyes, his tongue rolling out to dab the bead of liquid welling from the bulbous tip of my staff. “I want you to feed me your cock.”
His words were so hot I could’ve shot off right then and there. But it was the feel of his long wet tongue caressing the dome of my dick that pulled a terse grunt from my throat.
Dipping lower, Jedrek licked all over my heavy balls.
My palms flew to the wall, slapping against the smooth surface as riotous heat shot from my groin outward.
He slurped loudly, wetting my entire sac. “Mmm. Yeah. This is what I needed, Dex.”
Breath rushed out of my heaving chest. “Fuck. Why did you wait so long to do this?”
“Didn’t want to scare you off.” He kissed the base of my cock before pulling slightly back. “Now I want you to fuck my face.”










Rie is the badass, sassafras author of Sugar Daddy and the Don’t Tell series–a breakthrough trilogy that crosses traditional publishing boundaries beginning with In His Command. Her latest endeavors include the Carolina Bad Boys, a fun, hot, and southern-sexy series. 
A Yankee transplant who has traveled the world, Rie started out a writer—causing her college professor to blush over her erotic poetry without one ounce of shame. Not much has changed. She swapped pen for paintbrushes and followed her other love during her twenties. From art school to marriage to children and many a wild and wonderful journey in between, Rie has come home to her calling. Her work has been called edgy, daring, and some of the sexiest smut around. 
You can connect with Rie via the social media hangouts listed on her website. She is represented by Saritza Hernandez, Corvisiero Literary Agency



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