Wednesday, September 30, 2015

◉●•◦ Cover Reveal ~ Paramour by Julie Morgan ◦•●◉

 
 
Welcome to the cover reveal of Book 5 in the Southern Root Series.
 
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Author Bio:

Originally from Burleson, Texas Julie always had a love of books, especially paranormal stories. Julie finally took the leap to begin writing with encouragement from her family.

Having worked in IT her entire career, Julie now spends her free time writing. Living in Central Florida with her husband and daughter, her favorite pastime is reading children's stories to her daughter, especially those around animals.

.¸,¤°´ Release Blitz & Giveaway - Stay: A Dark Romance by Chelsea Camaron `°¤,¸.

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Title: Stay: A Dark Romance
Author: Chelsea Camaron
Release Date: August 30, 3015


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Blurb

Fair Warning … This isn’t a sappy romance. It’s not sweet. It’s far from anything you would want to imagine. This is a story to leave you feeling dirty.

Nothing about us is normal.
Nothing about us is natural.

Can love ultimately be defined in such ways, truly? This is our story.

He is a hitman. The very one who took my family the night that changed us both forever. Something in my eyes stopped him from killing me. Something in my eyes called out for him to take me.

At ten he captured me, at fifteen he consumed me, and at eighteen he owned me.
Outsiders think he’s my father … that is so far from the truth.

Our twisted desires fuel the darkness that lies deep inside us both. My innocence never existed. He takes me as I am.



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About the Author

Chelsea Camaron is a USA Today Best Selling author who loves bringing you panty-melting, page turning romantic suspense novels.

When I was younger I once said I wanted to become an author “when I grow up”. Well, I am a big kid and don’t plan to ever fully grow up, but this is an amazing journey to accomplish something I set out to do in childhood.

Chelsea Camaron has a love for old muscle cars and Harley Davidson motorcycles. She currently resides in Southern Louisiana with her husband and two children. She was born and raised in Coastal North Carolina and her heart is always Carolina daydreaming. Her love for reading has sparked a new love for writing with a few projects currently in the works.

I love hearing from my fans, feel free to email me at mailto:chelseacamaron@gmail.com.  


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.¸,¤° Blog Tour & Giveaway - Clutch by Drew Elyse °¤,¸.

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Title: Clutch (Disciples' Daughters #1)
Author: Drew Elyse
Genre: Contemporary/MC Romance
Release Date: September 15, 2015

 
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Synopsis

Once a Disciple, forever a Disciple.

Cami was born into the Savage Disciples MC, but she ventured out to build a life of her own away from the club. She’s engaged now, living a new life despite missing the bikers that raised her. Overall, she’s… fine. Sure, fine. She’s fine with the fiancé who is more interested in position and image than the woman in his life. She’s fine with the fake people around and the suffocating passive aggression. She’s fine with the fact that she is turning to drugs to self-medicate.

A Disciple will fight like a savage for what he wants.

When Gauge tags along to visit his club brother’s daughter, he can’t believe the two women he meets: the fiery daughter of a biker and the puppet with the blank affect. And yet, they’re both Cami.

He sees the fire beneath surface, and he wants to watch it burn. He wants to rip away the man smothering her like a wet blanket. He wants to see the flames consume that cookie-cutter future-wife facade to the ground and dance with her in the flames.

When this biker clutches onto a Disciple’s daughter, there is no letting go.    



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I finally retrieved my phone to charge it for the night. I could not say what possessed me to do it, but I found myself opening my contacts and scrolling down to Gauge’s name. Only, I did not find it. It took me a few minutes to realize there were no new entries in my contacts at all. But there was a text to an unsaved number. Gauge had sent himself a message from my phone. I went to save the number, pausing when I saw what he sent.

Me: Gauge, you are so fucking sexy. I want your huge cock.

I did not know whether to laugh or roll my eyes. The man seriously needed to be taken down a peg or two. With that thought, I sent him a text of my own.

Me: Keep dreaming.

I meant to tease him, yet, once I finally drifted off, I was the one who dreamed about Gauge and all the illicit things he could do to me.

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Cami: Have you ever had sex on your bike?

Jesus. Fuck. That damn woman was going to be the fuckin’ death of me. It had been three weeks since the day I met her, and I’d talked to her almost every day since.

When I gave her my number, I honestly hadn’t thought I’d ever hear a damn word from her. I’d already been prepared to let that shit go. She was engaged—albeit to a total fuckwit—and unhappy or not, she didn’t seem like she was in a hurry to change that. I figured the next time I heard anything about her would be from Tank mentioning something. Then, I’d gotten a text from her that same evening in response to the one I’d sent myself from her phone. Even then, I’d anticipated the line of communication going dark real fast. Still, I’d taken advantage of the door she opened.

Me: I will, babe.

She hadn’t responded that evening, and I’d planned on taking cues from her, so it was a serious fuckin’ surprise when my phone went off the next day with a text from her.

Cami: Any club girls thanking you this morning?

She was flirting with me. Shit, she was playing with fire. Somehow, I knew I was the one who would get burned if I played her game, but I couldn’t find it in me to care.

Me: Nah. Just me thanking my hand.

Cami: Disappointing.

Me: You want me fucking the patch whores?

Cami: No. I meant for you.

Me: Trust me, you didn’t fucking disappoint.

Cami: Me?

Me: Told you I’d be dreaming about you.

Cami: You’re disgusting. And I am oddly flattered.

Me: You should be.

That was how it unfolded, day in and day out. Sometimes the conversations were harmless. That first day, we eventually switched gears and talked music for a while. Other days, we talked about movies, bikes, random things that happened during the day. I was really getting to know her. It was normal, more normal than anything I’d ever known. Then, one of us would blow that all to hell.

It would be simple, sometimes just one fuckin’ text.

Cami: I hate having a housekeeper. It makes me seriously uncomfortable that she cleans and sorts my panties.

I could claim I tried to be good when she sent that one, but that’d be a damn lie. First thing I did was picture what sort of panties Cami had—I figured lace, skimpy but nothing like the pussy ‘round the club wore. Hers would be classy shit. Picturing that ass of hers in lace, my dick got hard real fast. Before I could fuckin’ consider whether I was making a big mistake, the fucker was out and in my hand as I texted her back.

Me: What kind of panties?

Cami: Wouldn’t you like to know.

Me: Fuck yes I would.

There wasn’t an immediate response, but I didn’t need one. Just the image my mind conjured up of her in lace, moving the material aside so I could fuck her while the little panties stayed on, had me close to blowing my fucking load. Her teasing only pushed me closer. Then, my phone went off again.

A picture. She sent me a fuckin’ picture of a pair of red lace panties laid out on top of what appeared to be a fuckin’ drawer full of similar folded pairs in different colors. I shot off in my hand at the sight. It was not the last time I called that picture up either.

I felt like a pubescent fuck who recently discovered the joy of coming. I hadn’t masturbated so much since I was a teenager, but fuck if I could stop. One flirty text from her, one thought of that picture, or any of the mental images I cooked up, and I was bringing myself there again. I told myself more times than I could count that I could grab one of the girls and have her help with the problem, but none of them held any appeal. I didn’t want just any warm pussy to sink into, I wanted fire. I wanted a girl who had me aching before I even touched her.

I wanted Cami.

The moment at hand had me dreaming up a whole new set of images. Had I ever had sex on my bike?

Me: No. Never had a woman on my bike.

Though, that seemed like something that needed rectifying.

Cami: Like, at all? Or sexually speaking?

Me: At all.

Cami: Seriously?

Me: Ain’t puttin’ random pussy on my bike.

With the exception of my mom—who would “never, ever do it”—or a woman I at least planned to make my old lady, no chick was getting on my baby. I’d give her a ride on my bike, though. Whatever kind she wanted.

Of course, Cami was the type of woman I would seriously consider making my old lady.


 
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About The Author
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Drew Elyse spends her days trying to convince the world that she is, in fact, a Disney Princess, and her nights writing tear-jerking and smutty romance novels.
 
When she isn’t writing, she can usually be found over-analyzing every line of a book, binge watching a series on Netflix, doing strange vocal warm ups before singing a variety of music styles, or screaming at the TV during a Chicago Blackhawks game.
 
A graduate of Loyola University Chicago with a BA in English, she still lives in Chicago, IL where she was born and raised with her boyfriend and her fur babies Lola and Duncan.
 
 
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Tuesday, September 29, 2015

.¸•★´ Release Blitz & Giveaway ~ Rope Burn by Em Petrova `★•¸.

 
 


 


Title: Rope Burn
Series: The Boot Knockers Ranch #5

Author: Em Petrova
Publisher: Samhain Publishing
Genre: Contemporary Western Romance

 Release Date: September 29, 2015




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She wants to turn up the heat. He’s got the skills to whip her into a frenzy.

TV food show host Tabbart Tracy works hard to give viewers her best recipes. But while her fans are legion, her personal life is colder than a meat locker. Most men just want her to serve up some pie—in the nude.

One glance at her assistant’s sexy brother, though, and her body skips straight from low simmer to rolling boil. Especially when she tracks him down at a stud ranch. Where he’s the stud.

When a certain little TV foodie personally requests Stowe’s company for a week, he’s flattered as hell. She needs to give up some control, and as a sex therapist otherwise known as the “Dom from Down Under”, Stowe has the leather, rope, and paddles to do it.

Just as Tabbart melts into a puddle under Stowe’s hands, her worst fear chills her back to reality: someone recognizes her. Worse, her Master frowns on opening her checkbook to make it all go away. But trusting him means hanging onto their connection with both hands—while he takes her for the ride of her life.

Warning: This book contains a TV chef looking for some R&R (as in rough and raunchy) and a whip-wielding Aussie cowboy Dom intent on showing her she can take the heat. As hot as—and anywhere—she wants it.


   







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Then she saw it—a glimpse of black. A pickup truck with the door hanging open. She barely had time to conjure the words of the greeting she’d prepared when her door opened and a big male arm reached inside. Sprinkled with dark hair, a thick leather watch strapped around the wrist.

Her mind was wiped clean as she looked into a set of very dark eyes staring at her from under the black hat she’d come to know so well. The upward curl of his lip made her heart turn over painfully, then gallop out of control. She sat there like an idiot.

He gripped her hands and pulled her to her feet. She locked her knees to keep from falling over, then Stowe’s trim backside moved away from her. He opened the trunk of the car and hauled her luggage out.

When he spun and fixed her in his gaze again, she released the breath she’d been holding. Her pulse pounded in her ears. God, she was acting like a young girl with her first crush. She was a grown woman. She was…

At a sex ranch with the man of her fantasies.

Her pussy clenched.

“This all you got?” he drawled in that hot accent.

“Y-yes.” Stutter activated.

He grasped her forearm as he passed. The warmth and roughness of his hand on her bare arm scalded. Sweat broke out on her forehead. He opened the passenger door of the truck for her and guided her inside, then dumped her suitcase in the bed.

Her hand twitched to shove her glasses up and get a real look at him, but she couldn’t blow her cover. She watched as he swaggered back to the silver car, pulled his wallet from the back pocket of worn jeans—molded to his fine ass—and took out some bills. He handed them to the driver through the window. Then he tapped the car roof twice and the driver moved off in a new cloud of dust.

I’m alone with him. In the middle of nowhere. He could do anything to her. Strip her, fuck her. God, she wanted both.
 


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Em Petrova lives in Backwoods, Pennsylvania, where she raises four kids and a Labradoodle named Daisy Hasselhoff. Her dream is to buy an old pickup and travel small-town USA meeting people and hearing their stories. Her heroes are hardworking—in bed and out—and she is known for panty-scorching erotic romance. 


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•¤» Release Blitz & Giveaway ~ Awakened In Shadows by Tigris Eden «¤•

 
 



Title: Awakened In Shadows
Series: Shadow Unit #4

Author: Tigris Eden
Publisher: Kats Kreative Ideas
Genre: Paranormal/Erotic Romance

 Release Date: September 29, 2015



 
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Can someone constantly on the receiving end of betrayal learn to trust again?Dietrich Omari Johnson trusts no one.

Sold into slavery by his own people, he learns early what the sharp edge of betrayal feels like. Working for the Shadow Unit is out of forced necessity.

Never one to do something for nothing, he plays both sides of the fence. Every move, every decision, is calculated for his own personal gain.

Jorunn McLellan, given into the care of the Unit’s meanest team member, tries to make the best of a frightening situation.

The dominating Walker hides behind his shades, and harsh comments, yet still manages to heat up her body.

Can she put to rest the emotions Dietrich awakens and move on with her life before he steals her soul and shatters her heart? Or is the glimpse he allows her to see enough to fight for what she knows is his only chance for happiness?
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“I’d like to be a part of this mission,” D said the words before he could stop them. Shaking his head to clear his brain, he stood back. Did he really just volunteer? He’d gotten what he needed. Now all he had to do was stick close to the club owner.“You’re always a part of the missions. You’re transport,” Xee reminded as if he’d gone and lost his mind.

Shaking his head, he walked up to Xee, making sure she understood his intentions. He didn’t like the way Draven was eyeing him.

“I want to be on the ground for this one.”

The female’s eyes got big. Even Draven and Gabe’s eyebrows shot skyward.

“What?”

Xee tried placing her hand on his forehead, but he easily dodged her.

“You feeling okay?”

He was fine. It wasn’t like anyone truly cared either way. He stuck to his shit, they stuck to theirs.

“I’m good. I just want…” What the hell did he want? Oh, right, to get closer to Phineas, fuck Jorunn out of his system, and in the end, be one step closer to getting his sister back. Wait, what? Fuck Jorunn? No. Hell, no! That was not part of the plan. Dick says otherwise. His dick was fucking stupid. “I just want to ensure we get the Sahidic and tell Eremiel he can go fuck himself.” Yeah, you sound so convincing. He never bragged he was up for the next Academy Award. It was convincing enough, though.

“Well, fuck me and call me Sally. Dietrich is trying to be a model citizen.” Xee laughed.

“Is that an invite, girl?” he growled.

Xee knew him better than that. She was tied to Gabe, he knew, but he wanted to remind everyone listening that he was still a dick.

“Dude, seriously, sooo not my type,” Xee quipped back.

“You ain’t got a type, girl.”

Xee cracked a grin. “How do you figure that?”

Dietrich turned his attention to Gabe, who was standing with his arms crossed, trying his best to look badass. Draven quietly left, taking Faith with him. The wolf was probably going in search of his mate.

“You’re literally fucking Death,” he deadpanned.




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Tigris is a military brat who's done her fair share of travelling, thanks to her Army father. She's married to the infamous LL and has three boys. She currently resides in Houston and is actively seeking a book-buddy for the end of the world.



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