Release Day Blitz & Giveaway ~ Wrong by LP Lovell & Stevie J. Cole

Title: Wrong

Authors: LP Lovell & Stevie J. Cole

 Release Date: June 2, 2015

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My life was everything I wanted it to be. It was mapped out and planned. I wanted it all, the career, the right husband, the white picket fence and kids. Until he was thrust into my world, ripping me from it. My carefully planned life shattered, proving to be nothing more than a cheap illusion, and now I’m living in this twisted form of hell, where enemies and friends are one and the same. I thought I wanted perfection. Now I don’t know what I want - perhaps not even my own freedom.

Jude

I define wrong. I thrive on the corrupted greed of others, on their trivial hope, and their false optimism. I am the bookie, and the bookie always wins. For those whose hopes far outweigh the depths of their pockets, well, let’s just say paying with your life is not just a figure of speech.

I have always been in control, until suddenly I’m not any more. The day one of my collectors dragged her into my office as payment on a debt, I should have killed them both right there, but I didn’t. Now she threatens my control, threatens everything I’ve built, and yet I still can’t kill her. Why can’t I kill her?

By the time I’m done with her, she may pray for death.

Everything is not always as it seems. Lust, blood, lies…Nothing this wrong should feel so right.

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LP Lovell

Lauren Lovell is an indie author from England. She suffers from a total lack of brain to mouth filter and is the friend you have to explain before you introduce her to anyone, and apologise for afterwards.

She's a self-confessed shameless pervert, who may be suffering from slight peen envy.

LP Lovell's She Who Dares series are all international best sellers.

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Stevie J. Cole

I love writing (obvious since I'm on here, right?) I don't have a specific genre - I just write whatever story manifests itself inside my brain.

Writing is like therapy. There is nothing else that I can lose myself in the way I can a story. It amazes me that words can take you away from reality and leave you in a dazed state once you've finished.

Aside from writing, I love sloths and mythology. I kind of have a thing for vampires, because let's face it, something about the fact that they fight the urge to bite your neck and drain the life from you is rather sexy. I have an irrational fear of the zombie apocalypse. I honestly cannot imagine a more horrifying way to go than by being ripped to shreds by a mass of mumbling, decaying, and oozing corpses with clicking teeth. Ugh! I just shuddered typing it.

Now the boring basics: I'm married with two wonderful children. I grew up in the south listening to a ton of grunge rock. Me and my sister have an obsession with going to concerts and getting front and center. We often fight over who can get the most swag from the band. I have an unhealthy obsession with Russell Brand's mind, and the smell of crayons is the most soothing smell there is.
 

I hope if you read my work that you will enjoy it. After all, writing is the most amazing magic trick of all... it puts the reader in the mind of the writer (kind of creepy if you think about it). It's scary inside my brain, watch out!

I hope you love my little worlds as much as I do.

Xx- Stevie J

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Release Day Blitz & Giveaway ~ My Mind's Eye by Gillian Jones

Title: My Mind's Eye

Series: Pub Fiction #1

Author: Gillian Jones

 Release Date: June 2, 2015

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Ryker

She is the epitome of the girl next door, but with a feistiness that makes my dick throb.

I'm drawn to her like no other. She stirs things in me I have no desire to feel, makes me long for things I shouldn't.

This is my game. I choose the players. I never play for keeps.

I don't believe in fate. I make my own destiny. I work hard and play harder. Luck is for pussies, karma for idiots. Me, I make shit happen.

Meeting her fucked up my plan. Threw me off my game.

I'm now face to face with my karma. Her name is Kat Rollins.

Kat

Ryker Eddison is the epitome of a player. You know the type: Mr. Get In and Get Out.

He's all about the chase, wanting just one night. Everyone knows this, I know this. Still, I find myself craving him, my greedy body betraying what my heart and mind already know: he will only bring me pain.

He's the guy that girls like me should avoid. I'm smart, I know better. But when I'm with him, I feel things I’ve never felt before. Things I never knew I wanted.

I can't deny it … I like the chase. The high is explosive but I'm afraid if I give in, I may end up losing more than I can handle: my heart.

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Kat

“Where do you want to sit, Kat?” Beth asks, and I scan the library for an open table closest to one of the exits. The girls are more than aware of my little quirks since the fire, so they usually allow me to choose our spot when out together. We’ve been spending a lot of time all together, so it’s something I’ve been very open about. I’m so lucky to have met them, because they have all been more than understanding about everything, including my dad adding the extra safety gear around the house.

Once we're settled at the long study table, Radha, Beth, Jenn, Laurie, and I pop open our laptops with the intention of finishing up our research notes that we need for our essays.

“God, this inquiry stuff is killing me. I feel like we’ve been working on it forever. Have you had any luck finding good journal artic—” Jenn interrupts her own words and I look to where she’s staring. “Holy cheese monkeys! Look at that fucking guy over by the reserve desk; holy rainbows, he’s pretty.” She all but drools. I see who she’s talking about and immediately my heart begins to pick up its pace.

Really? Really? Does he need to be everywhere I am?

“Oh, shit, guys, look down, and just keep looking down. Please, do not draw attention to us.”

“Kat, are you batshit loopy or what? ‘Don’t draw attention?’ Hell, girl, I wanna rip my fucking clothes off and ask him to go bag me in the stacks over there, ‘cause hot damn, woman, that man is fine, and I would like to fuck —a lot,” Radha shares while she’s fanning herself, sinking further and further into her chair.

“First of all, you need to stop hanging around Claire, Radha. You just freaked me the hell out with that Claire-ism. Next thing I know, you’ll be calling me Jedi or grasshopper.” I try to stifle my laugh because it was really quite funny. “Second, that over there is none other than Ryker Eddison. The torturer of all things Kat Rollins. So, yeah, keep it the fuck down, ladies. I do not need him to see me.” I sigh in defeat as the fuckers do exactly what I just asked them not to.

“OH, MY GOD, KAT!” Beth shouts.

“No way! He is sooo fucking hot,” Beth and Laurie practically yell in unison. Perfect. Draw attention to us, to me.

“Guys, this is a library. Please shut up! I said I do not want him to see me,” I plead a bit louder.

“Holy snickerdoodles, Kat. Claire is right; you need to tap that!” Laurie is now looking right at him.

“Please, Laur, keep your voice down. Stop gawking,” I mutter, my eyes still looking downcast at the keys of my laptop.

“Ohh shit, Kat, he’s on the move. He’s looking this way. Jesus, he really is fine with a capital F for fuck me,” laughs Beth.

I want to throat-punch her. Please don’t see me. Please don’t see me. Unwillingly, my brain is an asshole and shuts down as I seek Ryker out. I can’t help it. It’s like I just need to see him. Lifting my head, I gasp in an immediate breath as Ryker Eddison is staring at me. He’s like ten feet in front of our table, and he’s just standing there, like the beautiful Adonis he is. Finally, as my eyes make their way from his shoes back up to his eyes, I suddenly feel the urge to smoke, because for the first time in my life, I, Kat Rollins, Miss Uptight, just eye-fucked a man. Not only in public, but with my friends sitting beside me giggling at my blatant display of appreciation. As our eyes meet, his go wide before he nods and gives me the biggest shit-eating grin known to man. All before he mouths, I see you too, baby, without anyone seeing him and saunters out the library doors, leaving me speechless.

“Well, that was just all kinds of hot. Jesus, Kat. That was the sexiest eye-fuck I have ever seen. Tell us again how you don’t wanna tap that,” Laurie basically calls me out. After telling them all about my recent Ryker experiences, we finally manage to get a bit of work done. Well, they do.

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I'm a wife, and mother. My Mind's Eye is my first book writing adventure! Eeeeek! I'm Canadian so I might spell things a little odd once in a while ;) I love red wine, adore my friends and I'm so completely in love with my hubby and little boy. I'm addicted to shoe shopping! But my biggest addiction however is reading. That shit runs deep in my veins, I'm a lover of alpha males, hot sex, with a side of angst all topped off with the happy ever after. I'm a new indie author and I can't wait to start this journey.

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Release Day Blitz & Giveaway ~ Blue Genes by Sydney Jamesson

Title: Blue Genes

Series: The Story of Us Series: Into the Blue #1

Author: Sydney Jamesson

 Release Date: June 2, 2015

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“Ayden Stone and Beth Parker Stone are back and better than ever in Blue Genes by Sydney Jamesson!”

“The perfect modern day fairy-tale … Sydney Jamesson has done it again.”

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Take the plunge with Beth Parker and be ready to fall headfirst Into the blue …

“I promise. Wherever you are, Beth, I will always be with you," ~ Ayden

Blue Genes is the continuation of the bestselling trilogy, The Story of Us.

Handsome, media magnate, Ayden Stone came into Beth Parker’s life like a bolt out of the blue, introducing her to an extravagant lifestyle filled with promises, new experiences and sensual pleasures. Possessed by love, they have fulfilled a childhood dream to be man and wife, believing nothing can come between them ‘until death us do part.’

Having been tortured by tragic events involving angels and demons from their past, these star-crossed lovers are ready to start a new chapter in their lives. Now, family comes first.

But which family?

Time is running out! Difficult decisions must be made that will stretch their fated bond to its very limit. Unforeseen enemies are conspiring and about to test the very foundation of their relationship: trust.

Blue Genes is an emotional, adult fairy-tale that transcends the ordinary: a sensual, suspense filled story overflowing with love, laughter and a longing for a happy ever after.

But sometimes, longing just isn’t enough …

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While Beth sleeps, I’m scrolling through the notes Charlotte jotted down during our conference call. It reads like a script for a movie: a far cry from the life I had mapped out for us. We made love last night and it took every ounce of self-control I had to hold back. She wanted to be loved, and all I wanted to do was to fuck her so hard and so deep; to lose myself in her, knowing the memory of it would have to last us for … who knows how long.

Keeping this fucking secret from her is killing me. But what I can I do? I’ve been boxed into a corner and I hate it. Guilt is gnawing at my insides like a cancerous growth, causing me to sweat through my clothes with a fever inducing fear that I may never be forgiven. Trust is the foundation of our love, and here I’m desecrating it. She was the one missing mechanism in my life that I needed to make everything work; without her everything will grind to a halt.

I won’t be living: I’ll be existing.

There will be tears enough to drown in, and in Beth’s eyes, I’ll be the bastard who’s ditched her for the sake of some fucking business deal, or worse, for a family I hardly know. This will be the hardest thing I have ever done, or will have to do again …

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Sydney Jamesson is an English teacher by day and bestselling author of romance by night. She is nocturnal by nature and loves nothing more than staying up late, listening to music and being inspired to write. She has always scribbled things down; in her home is one enormous waste paper basket full of discarded phrases, opening lines and pieces of dialogue that have hit her like lightning in the middle of the night or whilst parked up at a set of traffic lights. Her bestselling trilogy, The Story of Us is available worldwide, and she’s thrilled to continue Ayden Stone and Beth Parker’s epic love story in her upcoming The Story of Us Series: Into the Blue.

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Release Day Blitz & Giveaway ~ Hunter (Bad Boys of Retribution MC #1) by Rie Warren

Title: Hunter

Series: Bad Boys of Retribution MC #1

Author: Rie Warren

Genre: Contemp Erotic Romance

Release Date: June 2, 2015

From the world of Carolina Bad Boys! Hunter Sexton is too hot to handle..

Hunter:

My call-sign is GHOST. My roadname, too. I keep my head down, stay off the grid, fly under the radar. I’m the rough, gruff, good guy who does bad things for pay. 

JB is my most recent mistake. The MC babe is innocence wrapped up in a rockin’ body. Don’t get me wrong, she has a wicked side, too. She’s kickass in bed, when we make it that far. But she’s the ultimate wholesome good girl, and I don’t want to dirty her up. 

Hey, no one said life was all fun and games, right?

JB:

Good girl? I prefer to think of myself as a rebellious hellion. I live my life like I ride my bike: carefree, in your face, and full throttle. My soft side? Well, that’s reserved for my job. 

I’m not looking for love, and I certainly don’t need any relationship complications. Too bad complicated is the only way Hunter comes. 

He’s a quiet, deadly storm. He prowls. He hunts me. He wants me. He’s sexy, sinful . . . secretive. Hunter will turn my life inside out no thanks to his dangerous past about to come back and bite us both in the ass. 

Who’s gonna save us now?

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Stalking to her, I kept my gaze locked on hers. “Enough sightseeing.” I returned the photo to its place.

“Something else you want to see?” Wide innocent eyes the color of a night sky delved into mine.

“Yeah. You. Naked.” On my bed.

I lead her upstairs without another word spoken. In my bedroom, I switched on a small light because I was not about to waste this opportunity. Our lips crashed together, and hers were warm and pliable, her tongue motherfucking acrobatic as it danced and dived around mine. For a moment, we tasted each other outside of our mouths, lips held open, tongues touching, and it was so hot I broke away with a groan.

“I need . . .”

“What do you need, baby?” JB’s voice had lowered to a dirty gritty lusty tone.

My cock lay at an awkward angle inside the constricting jeans. I popped open the top buttons, worked my hand inside, and straightened myself. The wet engorged tip kissed my stomach, stretching beyond the waist of my jeans. “Needed some breathing room.”

“Show me.”

I arched an eyebrow.

“If your cock’s so hard because of me you can’t fit in your jeans anymore, I deserve to see what I’m getting.”

Far be it for me to argue. I drew my shirt off and tossed it aside.

My cock needed no coercion making an appearance. Another couple inches pulsed out of the opening, splitting the denim wide.

“Good lord,” JB gasped. “You’ve got girth.”

My shoulders shook with a laugh. “Girth?”

“Holy shit, yeah. You’re . . . um”—she pulled her top lip through her teeth, leaving it shiny and still lipstick red—“thick as my wrist. See?”

She lined up her hand with my shaft butting out of the jeans. My thighs tensed at the touch of her skin against mine. I glanced down then slammed my eyes shut. She wasn’t wrong.

“Oh my God.” Her hands flew to my chest, and I looked at her through half-slit eyes.

Her touch ignited the fire racing to my nads. “What?”

“Chest hair, too. Sexy.” She tweaked my flat brown nipples and I shuddered hard.

I was a man, yeah I had chest hair, a black smattering across my pecs that formed a straight line down my abs and beyond.

She seemed to approve, rubbing her cheek against the light pelt then attaching her hot moist mouth to my skin, on the move to my stomach.

“Not so fast.” I pulled her up. “Fair’s fair. Top off.”

Crossing both arms at the hem, she winked before pulling the longsleeve up and off. Encased in a sheer black bra, her tits bounced, and her nipples were dark, coin-sized, pebbled. As I’d imagined, hoped, fantasized, she had tiny dots of freckles on her shoulders and across the high, full, creamy mounds.

Pulling her to my chest, I looked down her back. Those tempting butterfly tats increased in size the lower they were inked on her spine until the largest—bright blue, violet, and black—decorated her skin just above the dimples of her ass.

Finding what I was looking for, I snapped open the clasp of her bra. I hooked one strap then the other off her shoulders. When I pushed JB a step back, the bra fell to floor.

I ran my hands from the flair of her hips to the indent of her waist, over her ribs and up to her breasts. Cupping the twin mounds of so-soft flesh, I watched her plum-colored  nipples peek between my fingers.

“Gorgeous.” I bent, kissing one nub with a lingering suck then the other. I crouched even farther, trailing the tip of my tongue from her belly button and up through her deep cleavage. “Freckles,” I moaned. “I love your freckles.”

I tongued all the little dots I could find, palming her generous tits, scraping my thumbs across her nipples.

She raked her fingers through my hair before tugging on it. “My turn to see more.”

I stared at her breasts, frowning. “For a small woman, you sure are bossy.”

JB cupped her tits, pinching her nipples. “Small?” 

“You’ve got a beautiful cock, Hunter.”

Oh dear God!

“Gonna suck it so good now.”

She slid her lips up one side of my shaft then the other. I watched, out of my head horny.

When her saliva mixed with my precome, she smacked her lips against the engorged purple head. She sucked on me, just to the rim and back.

“Is this what you wanted?” JB looked up with big innocent eyes. “Want to feel dirty with me?”

I held her face between my hands and drove up into her mouth.

After that first touch, I let her blow me how she wanted. My toes curled. My back bowed. I pulled the bottom sheet clear off the bed and struggled to hold back.

She came up for a breather with a smile, holding my cock in her hand. She stroked me, looking at the bulge of veins that stood in relief when she squeezed tighter.

“Can’t get you all the way inside, but maybe you’ll like this.” She flipped her hair forward and wrapped the silky strands around the base of my cock.

She went back to sucking and kissing my tip, stroking my length with her hair. The thought of the smell of my cock on her hair pulled a loud shout from me.

My balls drew up, turned hard, and almost traveled inside my body, my release was so imminent. But Jessica released me, blowing a hot soft stream of breath along my shaft.

“Fuck,” I growled. “Please. Need to come.”

She skimmed her teeth along the helmet of my head, and gently bit down.

My head knocked back.

“My big tough man likes that?” She bit me again. “You like it a little rough?”

The pain was just enough to heighten my senses, the soft lips afterward mind-blowingly intense. “God, Jessica . . . what you do to me should be illegal.” 

An hour later, I slid onto my motorcycle. Helmet in hand, I ramped the Deus Grievous Angel to life.

JB materialized next to me, huddling inside her padded leather jacket. “Sorry about before. Rayce has issues.”

“And where’s your bodyguard now?”

“I don’t need one.” She unfolded her arms, and her jacket gaped open at her chest. She took my helmet from my hands and slung it onto the handlebar.

“Beg to differ.” She definitely needed protection from me.

JB made the first move, I’d testify to that shit in court. She leaned over me and licked her lips. Then my hands were in her hair, burrowing deeper, and I dragged her to my mouth. She straddled me when I lifted her onto my lap. The moist touch of her tongue parted my lips.

I groaned, opening up to her talented lunges, following the sleek kisses into her mouth where our tongues collided. I wanted to thrust down her throat with my cock. Rip her pants apart and fuck her until she screamed. Take her on my motorcycle and spray my come all over her body. The intensity of my reaction steered all coherent thought from my head.

The soul-searing kiss lit me up inside. I wanted more.

Bad move. One of my worst. I’d regret it later. Right now I’d savor the way JB moaned, riding my thigh, getting off on me.

I wanted to have this for one more minute.

I wanted her.

I couldn’t have her. I shouldn’t stain her. My soul wasn’t even intact.

With a growl, I pushed her off me. I steadied her with a hand on her hip as she found her footing.

“What’s your problem?” JB frowned, her lips swollen from my kisses.

“I can’t. Not with you. Not like this.” I wouldn’t meet her eyes.

“Damn right you can’t. I’m too good for you.” She zipped her jacket all the way to the chin.

Nothing hotter than a woman with an attitude who knew what she wanted, but I couldn’t take advantage.

“Exactly.” I throttled my raging black bike, shouting over the roar of pipes, “We agree. Never gonna happen.”

Peeling out of the parking lot, I glanced back one last time. Big mistake. JB stood under the halo of a streetlight with one stiff middle finger raised in my direction. And I wanted her even more.

Not gonna happen.

Only one good thing had come out of my life, and I had nothing left to give. 

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 https://www.riewarren.com. She is represented by Saritza Hernandez, Corvisiero Literary Agency. http://www.corvisieroagency.com/Saritza_Hernandez.html

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