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One woman's mad crush on her brother-in-law spirals into a red-hot affair / SWAP / by H K Carlton

Friday, 31 January 2020

All about Owen from E.D. Parr's New #Paranormal #MMRomance Shower You With Love

Shower You With Love
by
E.D. Parr
Words 23,636
MM romance, paranormal romance
Evernight Publishing January 2, 2020

Chris Everhart attends his best friend’s weeklong wedding festivities. He meets handsome, enigmatic, Owen, and in a haze of attraction ignores the strangeness surrounding Owen. Convinced he’s falling in love, Chris spends every moment he can with Owen, until on the final day of his best friend’s celebrations he discovers a heartbreaking and shocking truth. He and Owen can never be together.

Traumatized, lonely, Chris can’t settle into another relationship, and then, after two years of wishing he could feel the way he felt for Owen with another man, fate intervenes. He meets gorgeous, gentle Matthew.

Spooked, Chris is about to run from Matthew who reminds him so much of Owen, but Matthew asks Chris to dance with him.

In Matthew’s arms, Chris can’t ignore the feeling of belonging that rushes over him.

Will he take the risk to love again, or continue to yearn for a ghost?



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The pretty song playing was thankfully slow. Matthew took Chris into his arms.

Instantly, comfort blanketed Chris. He held Matthew and closed his eyes. It only took seconds before he rested his forehead on Matthew’s. The melody flowed over him. The vague fragrance from Matthew’s cologne, soft, and like summer sea breezes filled his head. He relaxed in the intimacy of being hip to hip with the gorgeous man.

Matthew’s murmur teased gently on his lips. “This is perfect. Thank you.”

Soothed by the physical contact with a man after long months of not dating and keeping his head down with work, Chris let the pleasure guide him. He soaked up the feel of Matthew’s strong shoulders under his palms. He closed his eyes to bask in the sheer masculinity radiating from Matthew. The lure of brushing his lips on Matthew’s in a gentle exploratory kiss tugged at him. Surprised by this reaction after he’d been willing to leave the bar, Chris drew his face a little away from Matthew’s.

Matthew looked into his eyes. “I’m desperate to kiss you.”

Chris’s stomach tightened. He tensed with the sexual need that rippled through his body. He kissed Matthew and lingered against his mouth, merging his lips with Matthew’s in one kiss after another as a delicious feeling of desire and belonging coated him.

Matthew returned the kisses, and murmuring soft sounds, he swept his hand down from Chris’s back to his ass.

Passion rose in Chris, his cock thickened, and he pressed his lower body onto Matthew’s.

The gorgeous man in his arms smiled onto his lips. “I want you. I know you want me. Come home with me.”

Chris burned with longing. He couldn’t resist. “My car’s on the side street. I’ll drive us.”

Copyright E. D. Parr 2020, Evernight Publishing

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About Owen. Notes from E. D. Parr Owen is a ghost. He’s waited for Chris for around twenty-five years … someone who can see him, see his world—the world his spirit inhabits. Destiny leads Chris to discover Owen. He’s the one able to free Owen’s spirit and set in motion the life magic that will lead Chris to Matthew. Who is Matthew really?

The similarities in the character Matthew and Owen are sprinkled throughout the last half of this love story purposely because Matthew has an uncanny connection to Owen, in fact for those who believe in soulmates, Owen might well be Matthew. You decide.

Wednesday, 29 January 2020

Book Tour + #Giveaway - Unconditional [Always, bk 1] by Lexxie Couper @lexxie_couper #contemporary #romance


Unconditional
Always Book 1
by
Lexxie Couper

Genre: Contemporary Romance


Life’s great — it’s the terminal degenerative disease that sucks. 

Maci is young, smart and about to embark on the adventure of a lifetime. It looks like she has the world at her feet, but appearances can be deceiving. Because Maci is not like other college girls. She already knows her future is written and there’s no happy ending in sight. 

For Raphael, life is all upside. He’s on the fast track to success and nothing can stop him—except his unexpected love for a girl who’s convinced she’ll hold him back. 

When Maci and Raphael are drawn irresistibly together, they’ll both have to redefine everything they thought they knew about life, love and happy ever after. 

“One of the BEST New Adult Coming of Age romance books I’ve read…funny, heartwarming and sexy”~ Five Stars, Slick Reads 

***The Always series is a 3-book series about love, life, laughter and hope. Originally released under the pen-name Cherie M Hudson, the Always series is Lexxie Couper unlike you've read before.*** 


International bestselling romance author Lexxie Couper started writing when she was six and hasn't stopped since. She's not a deviant, but she does have a deviant's imagination and a desire to entertain readers with her words. Add the two together and you get romances that can make you laugh, cry, shake with fear or tremble with desire...Sometimes all at once. 



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Monday, 27 January 2020

Cover Reveal - Stolen Soulmate - by Mary Catherine Gebhard @MaryCGebhard #NewAdult #BullyRomance



Title: Stolen Soulmate
Author: Mary Catherine Gebhard
Genre: New Adult Bully Romance

Cover Design: Hang Le
Release Date: February 27, 2020

Blurb

There’s a rule in Crowne Hall: never look a Crowne in the eyes.  

It protects us more than them.  

I broke it once, the night Grayson Crowne mistook me for his true love and stole my first kiss. I’ve regretted it every day since.  

He hates me.  

He torments me.  

He won’t let me go, because that night he whispered a secret against my lips not meant for me. Grayson Crowne, heir to the Crowne empire and notorious playboy prince is… a virgin.  

I signed a contract in my heart’s blood as much as ink: help him get back his love, repair what I broke. Give him my body, my soul, my heart, let him use all of me, so when the time comes to marry her, he won’t need me.  

I shouldn’t need him.  

But he’s my stolen soulmate, and I’m at his mercy. 


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Excerpt

The ink was barely dry on the pages. I don’t know if I was ready for this. Somehow I felt like I was more of a virgin than Grayson. Nervous, skittish. He’d warned me when all of this began that the things he’d seen and done would wreck me.  

I should’ve believed him then.  

When I didn’t do anything for a minute, he arched a brow.  

Do whatever he says.  

I could use my safe word, but a twisted part of me liked doing what he told me to do. Liked the rush and the way his eyes hardened. It felt like power, power over one of the most powerful people in the world.  

I’d barely taken a step to him, when he ripped me to him by the small of my waist. His other hand tangled in my hair, yanking my head to the side.  

“Fuck,” he said, lips at my neck. “Which part do I eat first.”  

Delicious tingles spread along my skin at his words. His nose ran along my neck, goosebumps following in his wake. His hands slid from hair, from my waist, along my body, feeling every inch of me, like he couldn’t do it fast enough, before settling back in my hair.  

Deliriously, I found the zipper of my dress, but his overtook mine. Stopping me.  

“I’m going to ruin your white dress, Snitch. Ruin you. Until you’re all fucked up from me.”


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Author Bio  

Mary Catherine Gebhard bites off more than she can chew. She's lived in Salt Lake City, Utah her entire life, but occasionally goes on vacation from reality.  

Don't worry, she sends postcards.
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Thursday, 23 January 2020

New Release - Rock Me Harder - by Jenna Jacob @JennaJacob [Licks of Leather, bk 2] #contemporary #RockRomance

Rock Me Harder 
Licks of Leather, 2
by
Jenna Jacob

Release Date: January 21, 2020
Genre: Contemporary Romance


“If Darren Ash played my body as well as he did the guitar, he would destroy me." ~ Tori Combs 

BLURB

   I dazzle the world when I play the guitar,
         But I never let anyone dazzle my heart…

               Until I spent one night with her.

Darren Ash is living the dream. As lead guitarist for iconic rock band Licks of Leather, he seemingly has it all. But secretly he’s struggling to forget the woman he shared a scorching encounter with over two years ago. Every time he closes his eyes, he sees her shattering in ecstasy, feels her soft body beneath him, and hears her screaming his name. Unable to purge his ache, he resolves to find and claim her. There’s just one problem… He doesn’t know her name.

Tori Combs can never forget foolishly tumbling into bed with bad-boy rocker Darren Ash. Every day, she sees his face. Every night, she’s haunted by memories of his addictive kiss and masterful touch. Thankfully, he’ll never find her; she made sure of that. If he did, he would destroy the new life she’s created…with the son he knows nothing about.

But Darren refuses to let her go. Soon, he’s at her door, demanding answers—and her heart. Though Tori tries to resist him, their undeniable passion explodes. But when he learns the shocking truth, can they recapture the chemistry they once shared. Or will her betrayal keep them apart forever?


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Tori still tasted as sweet as honey, and the feel of her lush, warm curves pressed against me again...pure heaven. The serenity and peace I’d lost so long ago were now shining light in every crevice of the dark and empty spaces inside me. Drinking down her kitten-soft mewls as she restlessly writhed against me, I felt as if I was finally home.

When she tossed all inhibitions aside, clutched my neck, and wrapped her legs around my waist, a grunt of approval tore from my chest.

Ambling in the direction of her bed, I nearly tossed Tori onto the mattress when my legs met the frame. Instead, I slowly lowered her to the fluffy comforter and followed her down, laving, nipping, and kissing the milky column of her neck. Her fingernails scored the flesh beneath my shirt as she arched, bucked, and moaned beneath me. 


Wednesday, 22 January 2020

New Release - Lust in Dalat [Asian Adventures, bk 6] by Lisabet Sarai #FFT #transgender #erotica


New Release!
Lust in Dalat:
Asian Adventures Book 6
by 
Lisabet Sarai


Contemporary FFT transgender erotica (X rated)
4,200 words
Smashwords and Amazon KDP
ISBN: (Smashwords) 9780463996539
ASIN:  B083JB1K6J
HFN ending

Blurb:

Lust can be a revelation.

The woman in the window seat to my right had more flesh than I’d usually find attractive, and most of it was on display. But she wasn’t trying to tease. Every detail—the silver hoops in her earlobes, the teakwood clasp in her hair, the anklet decorating her high-arched foot—broadcast confidence and a healthy disdain for anyone else’s opinion. A woman alone, on a public conveyance, in a foreign country, Helen nevertheless looked thoroughly at home.

And me? Traveling outside of the U.S. for the first time in my life, I was nervous, inexperienced, awkward and excited. Especially excited. With Helen in the next seat, who wouldn’t be?

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Excerpt:

She was practically naked.

I tried not to stare as I clambered barefoot onto the bus that would take us from the steamy, crowded  streets of Saigon to the Dalat highlands. My sandals stuffed into a plastic bag provided by the management, I peered at my ticket and tried to locate the corresponding seat. Well, “seat” wasn’t exactly the appropriate word. Three double-tiered racks of padded, bed-like recliners ran from the front to the back, one on each side of the bus and one down the middle, with narrow aisles between them. This was a “sleeping bus”, designed for the twelve to twenty hour overnight trips common in Vietnam.

“A or B?”

“What?” She was obviously talking to me. I had to look at her.

The woman in the window seat to my right had more flesh than I’d usually find attractive, and most of it was on display. Her light, floral-patterned sundress had spaghetti straps, one of which had slipped down over her smooth shoulder. Her massive breasts shifted underneath, every time she moved. The short hem rode up to expose her big but surprisingly firm thighs. She was fair-haired with a peaches-and-cream complexion—her accent suggested she was a Brit. The dress was thin enough, though, that I could make out darker patches surrounding her nipples.

Your seat number.” She gestured at the ticket dangling from my fingers. Her lush tits swayed. “A is down here; B is on the upper level.”

Oh—um—A. 12 A.” Geez. Working on my PhD and I couldn’t manage a coherent sentence.

That’s right here, next to me.” She flashed me an easy smile, pointing to the middle row. “A pity, you won’t have as good a view. Of course, if you have any tendency toward motion sickness, the middle is better.”

The other strap flopped down her arm. Idly, she pushed it back into place. “I’m Helen,” she said, sitting up a bit, so that her breasts bounced. She offered her hand—short fingernails, clear lacquer, a silver ring on the thumb.

Her skin was as soft as it looked. “Geri,” I replied, struggling to ignore the accelerating pulse between my legs.

About Lisabet

Lisabet Sarai has been addicted to words all her life. She began reading when she was four. She wrote her first story at five years old and her first poem at seven. Since then, she has written plays, tutorials, scholarly articles, marketing brochures, software specifications, self-help books, press releases, a five-hundred page dissertation, and lots of erotica and erotic romancenearly one hundred titles, and counting, in nearly every sub-genreparanormal, scifi, ménage, BDSM, GLBT, and more. Regardless of the genre, every one of her stories illustrates her motto: Imagination is the ultimate aphrodisiac.

Youll find information and excerpts from all Lisabets books on her website (http://www.lisabetsarai.com/books.html), along with more than fifty free stories and lots more. At her blog Beyond Romance (http://lisabetsarai.blogspot.com), she shares her philosophy and her news and hosts lots of other great authors. Shes also on Goodreads and finally, on Twitter.  Sign up for her VIP email list here:  https://btn.ymlp.com/xgjjhmhugmgh

Tuesday, 21 January 2020

Release Blitz - Descent - by Natasha Knight @NatashaKnight13 #DarkRomance


Title: Descent
Author: Natasha Knight
Genre: Dark Romance

Release Date: January 20, 2020

Blurb

Persephone Abbot is in my debt. 
Exactly the way I want it. 

The sins of the father should not be inherited by the daughter. It’s unfair, I know, but since when has life been fair? 

The events that brought us here began on Halloween night more than five years ago in that chapel ruin. I saved her that night. Carried her home through the storm that was the omen warning of what would come.

I didn’t know it then, but I do now. 

Her father destroyed something precious. Someone innocent. I don’t believe in an eye for an eye. I won’t just balance the scales of justice, I’ll tip them so far in my favor his legacy will topple. 

I’ll take that which is most precious. His daughter.

But I’m not the only monster lurking in the dark corners of her world. She’ll sleep in the bed of the beast, but I’ll keep her safe. Protect her fiercely. 

And maybe I'll keep her. 

Set in the Benedetti Mafia World, Descent is a brand-new Standalone Enemies-to-Lovers Romance.



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Teaser

Persephone will be sacrificed, but that can’t be helped.
It’s fitting, actually. Almost poetic.
An eye for an eye.
A girl for a girl.


Author Bio



USA Today bestselling author of contemporary romance, Natasha Knight specializes in dark, tortured heroes. Happily-Ever-Afters are almost always guaranteed, but she likes to put her characters through hell to get them there. She’s evil like that.

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Saturday, 11 January 2020

Slipping in one last holiday treat from the fabulous @LisabetSarai! Santa, Baby! #femdom #holiday #erotica

This Christmas, Santa discovers it’s nice to be naughty. 

Santa, Baby!
A naughty holiday fantasy
by 
Lisabet Sarai


Femdom Holiday Erotica
12,000 words, 51 pages
Smashwords and Amazon KDP
ISBN (Smashwords): 9780463715581
ASIN: B082ZTHVKJ

Blurb:

Recent university grad Matt Glaser may not have the Santa Claus beard or belly, but when it comes to earning extra holiday cash, it's a case of 'ho ho ho, let's start the show'—he loves his red suit like a reindeer loves carrots. This potential client, though—classy, curvy Eleanor Danforth—seems more interested in checking out his butt than his references. And two grand for a private party? Oy vey, Prancer, something's not kosher about this particular Vixen. She's not one to be denied, though. When the interview takes a carnal turn, he finds he’s unexpectedly eager to satisfy the demanding older woman.

Wearing the provocative costume supplied by his employer, Matt arrives at the Danforths’ swanky apartment to discover he’s been cast as the emcee for Eleanor’s intimate gathering. His duties include managing a pair of scantily-clad blond elves, distributing decadent treats to guests who’ve been good, and meting out punishments to the naughty. Meanwhile, the mistress of the house has a Christmas gift especially for him—one made of silicon and leather straps, which requires plenty of lube. Ho ho ho, Matt! It's going to be a very merry Christmas indeed.

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X-rated Excerpt

Clusters of sofas and chairs were scattered around the vast space. Several male figures occupied a grouping at the far end. Closer, two women from Mrs. Danforth’s generation sat sipping cocktails, their heads together like gossiping teenagers. Despite their age, they both had dressed seductively, in tight, glittering gowns with low necklines that displayed their abundant flesh.

“Delilah, Jane — this is Matt, our Santa.”

“Oh my! You’ve outdone yourself, Ellie! He’s gorgeous!”  The raven-haired woman had a Middle Eastern look, with a prominent nose and dusky skin. She offered her hand. “I’m Delilah,” she said, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

Picking up on her mood, I bent to brush my lips and my soft beard across the back. “Enchanté, Mrs….”

Delilah giggled at the tickling sensation. “Mrs. Nothing! I’m happily divorced.”

“Me too,” added the other woman, who had a square, somewhat plain, face but astonishing red-gold hair. “I’m Jane,” she announced. She grabbed my other hand, brought it to her mouth and licked my palm.

Electric pleasure sizzled through me at the unexpectedly intimate move, down to my increasingly rigid dick. My pelvis jerked reflexively. The three women laughed.

“Mmm! If the rest of you tastes as good as your hand…Can I have a sample, Ellie?”

“I don’t see why not. He looks as though he could use some relief. Matt, pull out your cock.”

There it was. I’d known it was only a matter of time. The die was cast when I pressed the doorbell. But was I really ready to become a whore?

Eleanor didn’t give me time to consider the question. Yanking at the front of the spandex bottoms, she tucked the elastic waistband under my balls. The upward pressure immediately made me harder. My erection reared up, pre-cum pooling at the slit. It bobbed with my racing pulse as my employer pulled me closer to the sofa.

“There you go, Janie. Do your worst!”

“You mean my best? I haven’t had a good meal of cum in ages!”

The middle-aged vixen grabbed me by the hips. Sticking out her tongue, she lapped along my rod, from the balls up to the bulb. I shuddered as delicious sensation coursed through me. When she pursed her painted lips around the head, I gasped and thrust against them. She opened. In one gulp she swallowed me to the root.

Oh God! The heat and the wetness almost overwhelmed me. She locked her lips around my shaft, sliding back and forth along the rigid length. As she approached the head, she used her tongue to stroke and tease my sensitive flesh. When she took me deep, she swallowed deliberately, letting me feel her throat working around the tip.

I could tell I wasn’t going to last long. Well, she’d said she wanted to taste my cum. I certainly wasn’t about to deprive her. Shaking off my passivity, I began to thrust, pushing my cock down her throat. She didn’t gag or fight me. Relaxing her muscles, she consumed every inch I fed her, sucking eagerly as if hungry for more.

If more was what she wanted, that’s what she’d get. I was fucking her face in earnest now, fast and hard. She was helpless, open, her mouth no more than a container for my raging dick. In, out, in out—I wanted to come, needed to come, but I also didn’t want these amazing sensations to end.
My fingers tangled in her gorgeous coppery hair, I held her still so I could keep control as I ravaged her mouth. I couldn’t hold on much longer. I closed my eyes, savoring the building pressure. Yes, oh yes…

Skillful fingers tickled my balls, then gave them a gentle squeeze. Pleasure exploded, spiraling up and out from my taut groin. My cock shuddered and expelled a flood of cum into Jane’s welcoming mouth. Her muscles fluttered around my shaft as she swallowed, triggering another cataclysm. More jizz erupted from my rod. She turned up the suction. My cock produced another ecstatic spurt.

Finally we released our hold on one another. My softening dick slipped from her mouth, painting a thick trail of cum along her cheek. I was about to apologize when Delilah leaned over, stuck out her tongue, and lapped the jizz off her friend’s face.

About Lisabet


Lisabet Sarai became addicted to words at an early age. She began reading when she was four. She wrote her first story at five years old and her first poem at seven. Since then, she has written plays, tutorials, scholarly articles, marketing brochures, software specifications, self-help books, press releases, a five-hundred page dissertation, and lots of erotica and erotic romance – over one hundred titles, and counting, in nearly every sub-genreparanormal, scifi, ménage, BDSM, GLBT, and more. Regardless of the genre, every one of her stories illustrates her motto: Imagination is the ultimate aphrodisiac.

Youll find information and excerpts from all Lisabets books on her website (http://www.lisabetsarai.com/books.html), along with more than fifty free stories and lots more. At her blog Beyond Romance (http://lisabetsarai.blogspot.com), she shares her philosophy and her news and hosts lots of other great authors. Shes also on Goodreads, Pinterest, and  Twitter. Join her VIP email list here: https://btn.ymlp.com/xgjjhmhugmgh