Daily Archives: July 30, 2015
Hip-hop, Miami heat, and the Latin Lov-ah.
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.
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.
Audrey Carlan is an Amazon Best Selling Author
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!
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.
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.
Max is the author of the suspense filled, and highly emotive Butcher Boys series. She writes uniquely dark romance, featuring damaged alphas and the women who help them achieve balance in their lives.
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.
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.
heel of my hand. “No! You’ve got to be kidding me!” I pulled off the road, my
tire bumping along.
complete and utter carnage.
straight to my car, like a path of breadcrumbs.
looking for the necessary tools to change a tire.
the first thing about changing a tire. My father had made sure that I only knew
how to do a woman’s work.
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?
roommate to come pick me up.
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.
getting out of a black car that looked like something old, but classic.
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.
putting my earlier fears about him being a murderer or rapist completely to
you need some help?”
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.
where the trunk was.
down, next to the ruined tire.
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
he-uh-usually rides a white horse or something… I think.”
black ’69 Camaro doesn’t count as a white horse. You watch a lot of Disney
movies or something?”
from the orange glow of the setting sun.
wasn’t trying to be funny.
was warm and calloused, swallowing mine whole. “Trace Wentworth,” he grinned
when my hand jerked at his touch.
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.
Lana Washington chooses to hide. She hides from life. Hides from her abusive ex-husband. From the fact that everyone she loves eventually she loses, but when Lana’s house catches fire she is forced out of the predictable comfort her life has become.
Jake Weston had led a simple life, ever since he was called home from war for a family emergency four years ago, leaving only him and Hallie. Then one phone call throws his neatly-pieced world upside down.
Jake wasn’t supposed to be there. This wasn’t his problem. But as soon as those piercing green eyes focused in on him, he knew he was done for.
Can Jake hold onto his secret, all the while still holding onto Lana?
Will Lana be able to let go of the past and the hurt that binds her to her lonely existence?
Or will one small white lie ruin it all?
Stephanie is a Happily Ever After addict.
Loving mushy romance, books, movies and music since she was young, and constantly daydreaming up stories and plots, Stephanie decided to put them on paper.
Living in South Australia with her own alpha male and two princesses she spends her days reading, writing and playing with the girls out on their property.