Thursday, March 30, 2017

Her Russian Knight by Red Phoenix

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Take a peek into the sensual world of BDSM...

Her Russian Knight by Red Phoenix is available now!

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Rytsar Durov is a sadist—and he’s upset. He just sent Tono Nosaka packing
and is about to confront Master Brad Anderson. Bones may be broken.
The Russian Dom is a force unto himself, and he intends to take care of the threat once and for all.
No one touches radost moya. NO ONE!
Nothing fazes this sexy Russian Dom, but how will he cope when he finds out the tragedy
that’s befallen his comrade—the only man he calls Brother?

Excerpt:

Rytsar grasped her head with both hands and lowered it so he could kiss her firmly on the top of the head. “What you do not realize, Tatianna, is that I will make sweet, sensual love to this mind. Every thought will become mine, not because I demand it, but because you will be hopelessly devoted to me.” Her eyes shone with the enthusiasm of young love, and she tentatively took his hand and placed it on her right breast. “Make love to me, Anton.” Rytsar had to check himself. What she was asking was exactly what his entire body ached for, but he could not succumb to the temptation. Tatianna deserved to be swept off her feet, and that was exactly what he planned to do. After a day of being treated like a princess for her birthday, then—and only then—would he claim her virginity. Rytsar took the Durov family ring off his pinky and slipped it onto her delicate finger. “The day I ask for this ring back is the day I will make love to you, Tatianna. It is my solemn vow.” Tatianna stared at it, knowing it’s worth and significance to Rytsar. His grandfather had gifted him the ancestral ring, passing over his father and older brothers to do it. Although it had created animosity with his kin, Rytsar treasured this symbol of his grandfather’s belief in him. He was not a product of his current lineage—his reputation and destiny was his alone to forge. HRK-AN

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About Red Phoenix:

Red Phoenix, USA Today Bestselling author, has received numerous awards for her original romances. When she’s not writing, you can find her online interacting with fans. Visit her website: RedPhoenix69.com Post 4

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Release Day for Sex is the Best Medicine: A Steamy Contemporary Medical Romance by Kathleen Grieve! #ku #doctors #contemporary #medical #romance @KathleenGrieve

Release Day for Sex is the Best Medicine: A Steamy Contemporary Medical Romance by Kathleen Grieve!

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It's here! Yes, you can finally grab this sizzling title on its own! Yay!

Originally published in the Coming in Hot Boxed Set, Sex is the Best Medicine readers requested to be able to shelve the title by itself so, of course, we just had to!

If you haven't read this talented author with her steamy medical romance books, now is your chance! Definitely worth it, in my humble opinion!

Blurb:

When adventurous and sexy becomes the most thrilling dare of all...

Conservative psychiatrist, Grant Anderson plays by the rules, believing he's in complete control of his own deep, dark compulsions. Just on the brink of making a life-altering decision, a minor accident lands him in the emergency room. Encountering the irresistible and outrageous Kate Sumner changes everything for the stuffy psychiatrist. Suddenly, the fun-loving, adventure-seeking nurse tempts Grant in ways he's never known, daring him to forgo all inhibitions and expectations.

Will the doctor learn that pleasure is the world's best medicine?

About the Author

Full time nurse, amateur cake baker, writer, and zombie obsessed, Kathleen draws a lot from the real-life medical drama she experiences as a RN for her novels. Writing romance is a creative outlet where she can effectively deal with the daily stress and sorrow, adding levity and humor to situations that provide a happily ever after when there isn't one.


A graduate of University of Nebraska Medical Center, Kathleen Grieve earned a Bachelors Degree in Science and Nursing in 1994. She has been a dedicated nurse for more years than she cares to count, serving most of those years in trauma, neurosurgical, cardiovascular and medical intensive care units. She recently discovered the wonderful world of Air Ambulance and works as a flight nurse on both a medical helicopter and fixed wing aircraft delivering emergency services whether it be on the side of the road at the scene of an accident or transferring a critical patient from one hospital to the next, this world has opened up all new possibilities for her writing.

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Sale Blitz: Heart of a Savage

Title: Heart of a Savage
Author: Lashanta Charles
Genre: Romance — Contemporary, Sports

Heart of a Savage by Lashanta Charles is on SALE for 99¢ through March 31st!

They call him THE SAVAGE PRINCE.

He told me to call him MY SALVATION.


Bailey Ross-O’Malley has spent her whole life catering to others. She used to enjoy it. Until her father died. In an attempt to protect her, her father chose Connor to be her husband, but that was a mistake. Connor was supposed to love her, be her rock – but some rocks need to be tossed as far away as possible. She only has one source of happiness now, her son, and if Connor doesn’t get his way, he’ll take that joy from her as well.

MMA fighter, Dominic Prince, has only one mission in life: forget his past. Forget the pain, the drama, and the loss of things taken away from him too soon. He’s guarded and secretive and that’s the way he likes it. He was doing a damn good job of keeping it that way. Until her. Bailey showed up and Dominic’s life became a minefield. He can’t decide if he wants to kiss her or shake her, but he does know that he’ll fight to keep her safe. He’ll be as savage as he is in the octagon, outside of it.

Neither of them wants to accept it happening, but the past has a way of sneaking into the present. Hearts will be shattered and bonds will be broken. Will they survive it?

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As I lock the door Tyrese and one of The Isley Brothers are extolling the virtues of having a girl who loves them. Why the fuck did he think it was a good idea to team up with Tank and Ginuwine? Something small and soft touches my forearm and I barely resist the urge to jump a mile because, what the fuck, I see a hand. A hand with long, slender fingers and neon pink nail polish, sharp in its contrast to the smooth, mahogany skin. I follow an arm covered by a leather jacket to a face with big brown eyes, stretched wide as they look up at me, a small nose, and luscious lips. Her brown eyes are surrounded by long, dark lashes and arched eyebrows. They’re beautiful. She could be beautiful. She’s not though. There’s something blocking it and against my better judgment I want to know what it is. A beanie covers her head, but short black hair peeks out from one side. Those luscious lips move and I remember I still have my headphones on, but I also remember that since Janae, I hate being touched. I should really go talk to someone about these issues I’m having, but I’m a guy. Soooooo . . . I look back down at the hand that’s still on my forearm and she quickly pulls it back before dropping her gaze to the ground. I slip my headphones off just as she speaks again.
“I’m sorry. I was trying to ask you about the gym, but I knew you couldn’t hear me.”
And Junior has decided he likes her fucking voice. Soft and sweet and conveying utter innocence, even with her mumbling like she’s scared out of her mind. I would contribute that to my size, but she’s pretty tall for a chick. I’d say about 5’ 9” at least. Not to mention that chicks seem to be more turned on by my size than afraid of it. Being bigger means I can protect them. Not her though. I expect her to run for safety at any moment. She hasn’t made eye contact since I initially turned to her and she’s fidgeting. I take in her clothes, which look like they could be expensive, and I notice that she’s skinny as hell. No hips, no ass, no tits, just slim and athletic. So why in the hell is Junior stepping up to full throttle? The icing on the cake? I feel beads of pre-cum. Eleven months dry as the desert and this timid little boy-girl is un-manning me. That gets my blood boiling and for a second causes me to question my masculinity, which is totally unacceptable. Did I just say totally? This girl is destroying my vibe.
“What the fuck are you doing creeping around here this late at night?”
She squeaks. Literally jumps a foot in the air and squeaks like a scared little mouse. Granted, I did snap at her, but come on. Really? I glance around the parking lot and around the building. She can’t be out here by herself, but there is no one else and I don’t even see a car. When I look back at her, she’s hugging herself and slowly backing away. I reach out and grab her by both arms and she whimpers, her face a mask of terror. What the fuck?
“Please,” she begs. “I’m s-sorry. I-I only wanted to ask about the gym. I’ll leave. I promise.”
“You think I’m going to hurt you?” I try to keep the growl from my voice, but I can’t. Everything about this girl is irking the fuck out of me. Why would I want to hurt her and why in the hell is she so scared when she sought me out? She shrugs her shoulders in answer and although she tries to cower away, she doesn’t physically try to get free. Now I’m upset and confused. Either she’s scared or she isn’t. “I’m not going to hurt you. I’m going to let you go and you’re not going to run, okay? You’re going to tell me what you’re doing out here and why you’re alone.” She nods her head in agreement and I let her go. She keeps her eyes trained on the ground and that gets to me even more.
“How’d you get here?”
“I walked . . . from the bus.”
“Why?” The bus stop is roughly a quarter-mile from here. This isn’t a bad neighborhood, I made sure of that when I picked the location, but she’s a female and no place is really safe for her to be alone at night. But shit, why do I even care? Why does her being here, alone, unsafe, bother me so much?
“The gym.”
Captain Obvious. Of course she’s here for the gym. She’s literally at the gym. And why is she still mumbling? “Why?”
“I looked online. It said you have self-defense classes.”
At no point would I have considered that to be her reason. She’s asking about self-defense classes and yet she’s here alone this late at night. She risks a glance at me just as a pick-up truck pulls into the parking space in front of where we stand. I groan because I know that as scared as she is, it’s about to get ten times worse.



LaShanta Charles was born and raised in the small town of Orangeburg, SC. She has always been an avid reader of all genres, but Romance has always been her true love and is what inspired her to pursue a writing career. In high school, she began letting her classmates read the short stories that she would write and based off of their feedback, her passion for writing pushed her to become a published author. She published her debut novel, Lovely Lies, in 2013 and released the sequel, Lovely Lies 2, in February 2014. Her third novel, Splitting Karma, was released in October 2014. She lives in Yelm, WA, with her husband and three children and also serves in the US Army. She’s a home body who enjoys SLEEPING, reading, SLEEPING, eating, SLEEPING, white chocolate mochas, SLEEPING, sexy alien romances, and of course, writing. Oh, and she hates spiders; they’re extremely creepy, why do they need eight legs??


Wednesday, March 29, 2017

Cover Reveal: Game Ender

Title: Game Ender
Series: Game Series #4 – The series finale
Author: BJ Harvey
Genre: Romantic Comedy with Heat
Release Date: April 17, 2017
Cover Designer: Najla Qamber Designs


From USA Today bestselling author BJ Harvey comes the fourth and final book in the Game series and this time it's the reformed playboy and the single mom.
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"You have chlamydia." 
Three words no man wants to hear.
I've always been liberal with my appreciation of the female form, a firm believer in the 'try before you buy' principle, but living life to the fullest obviously didn't end well for me considering the unexpected—and very unwelcome—consequence of my free and easy past. 
After living through the horrendous experience that was informing my recent sexual partners of my acquired 'condition,’ I made a vow to myself – and a bet with my best friend—that the next woman I sleep with will be the ‘one.’
What I will learn is that even when something happens and the games come to an end, there's always the chance of something—or someone—crashing in and changing everything. 
So this is my story. It may start with a venereal disease, but I promise you, I’m determined to get my happy ending.
"Mommy?" Rose asks, standing next to Kate and tugging on her top. 
Kate takes a sip of wine before looking down at her daughter with a smile on her face. "Yeah, princess?"
"What's an ortasm?" 
Wine shoots out of Kate’s mouth, as she chokes. The rest of us either gasp, snort, or in Mac's case, cackle with laughter.
Noah and Zoe's Nate, never one to miss out on being the center of attention, decides to wade in with his five-year old wisdom. "I have a penith," he says, before pulling down his pants to prove the fact.
"Oh God, I can't breathe," Abi wheezes, bent over in her chair and laughing like a loon.
"Daddy says that he'll cut off any boy's penis that touches me," Megan, Sean and Sam's gorgeous nine-year old daughter, informs the group.
"He'd be right, pumpkin," Sam replies, pursing her lips and not looking at all surprised by her daughter's announcement. 
"I'm so glad Riley can't hear us. You don't want to know the things she comes out with," Mac adds just as Riley appears beside her. "Shit," she mutters.
“Daddy told me I'm not allowed to talk about penises. But if you can then I can too."
"Riley, this is adult conversation."
"But you said adults have toys, like when I found a huge plastic penis in that red box at the back of your closet and you told me it was a paperweight." 
Mac’s face goes red, and her lips twitch. "Ah . . . yeah.”
“You told me it was a paperweight.”
“That’s because it was, honey."
"That's good, because I put it on Daddy's desk in his office this morning. You shouldn't hide things like that."
The rest of the group struggles to stifle their laughter but somehow Mac powers through it. "I told you about going into my closet, missy."
Riley shrugs, her hand darting out to grab a handful of potato crisps from the bowl in the middle of the table. "I was looking for the chicken."
We all go silent, waiting for the penny to drop. 
Mac's head jerks back. "What?"
"Oh no. I’m not sure I want to know where this is going . . ." Abi says quietly beside us
"I heard you say you wanted Daddy's cock." Riley turns to her mother and narrows her eyes, her hands moving to her hips as she takes a hilarious—and very indignant—pose. "And I couldn’t find a chicken in your room so I looked in the closet. You shouldn't hide Daddy's cock. It’s mean for Daddy to keep a chicken inside." 
"Ah . . ." Mac wide eyes move to Kate. 
"Riley," Kate says, her voice full of humor. "I think you should go ask your Daddy about his chicken. Make sure you do it so that all of the uncles can hear too. I bet they’ll love to hear about the chicken."
"I think I will," she states with a firm nod before turning on her heels and leaving the room in search of her father. 
Mac can do nothing but shake her head. "I swear to God that child is not mine.”
BJ Harvey is the USA Today Bestselling Author of the Bliss Series. She also regards herself as a smut peddler, suspense conjurer and a funny romance thinker upper.
An avid music fan, you will always find her singing some hit song badly but loving every minute of it.
She’s a wife, a mom to two beautiful girls, and hails from what she considers as the best country in the world—New Zealand.


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