Saturday, December 31, 2016

Release Blitz & Review: Xavier by Brit Lauren





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Xavier - Book 3 in The Recherché Series

by Brit Lauren



Blurb

I’m selling your fantasy. Are you buying? Life has a way of throwing you a curveball when you least expect it. My curveball tore away everything I loved and left me with nothing. Now, I’m a male escort. I make good money, really good money and I’m living the life most guys would probably sell a limb for, but I’m not happy. I haven’t been since she left me six years ago. Six long years, and there she is…as a client. Alexa Trent broke me once, and I’m not sure any amount of time heals the kind of wounds she inflicted. The question is, can I remain professional with the woman I both loathe and love? Lust and hate are so very close, and with her wealthy husband looking on, hatred shouldn’t be too hard to muster.



Excerpt

“Fuck her.”Will’s voice is a gruff command, and my gaze snaps to his. He hasn’t moved but I can practically see the tension building in him. 

Yanking Alexa to her feet, I spin her away from me, forcing her to face him. She gasps as I wrench her back against my chest by her hair, which is still wrapped around my wrist. 

“Take your underwear off,”I growl against her ear before nipping her earlobe. I want to demean her, to make her feel worthless and unvalued. Because I don’t value her, not now. Each breath she takes is nothing more than a ragged gasp hitching in her throat desperately. She slides her hands down her sides and I feel her shimmy her hips from side to side as she takes her underwear off. I bite back a groan as her now bare arse cheeks press against my cock. Releasing her hair, I grab her hips and shove her towards to bed roughly, making her stagger a few steps. I’m being an arsehole to her, but it’s the only way. I can’t do gentle or even respectful when it comes to her. This man wants to watch his wife get fucked, which means he gets off on the idea of her being a whore. 

I’ll treat her like a whore. I grab the condom from the pocket of my discarded trousers and slide it on before I climb on the bed and lay flat on my back with my head towards hubby. She stands beside the bed, her eyes shooting between me and him. I want her to ride me, because I don’t want to look at him. I’m not sure I want to look at her either but I can’t deny that Alexa has always been gorgeous. It’s easier to watch her and get lost in her body, easier to forget that it’s her. 

“I don’t have all day,”I say coldly. My cock is standing up, ready and waiting. I popped a Viagra before I came here, but honestly, I wouldn’t have needed it. Alexa has always made my dick turn to stone. Because aside from the fact that she’s a shallow bitch, her body is perfection and her face looks like a damn work of art. Yes, Alexa Daniels was the girl every single guy wanted to fuck. And I got her, or so I thought. 

She crawls onto the bed, tentatively gazing down at me. I grip her hips and wrench her forward. She half falls over me and swings a leg over my hips. Her palms slap against my chest and our eyes meet for a moment. Something passes between us and I don’t know whether it’s regret, resentment, lust, or a combination of all three. Honestly, this situation is so messed up, but who am I to call time on this shit? This is my job. She could have said something the second I walked in here and she didn’t. Maybe she’s just not keen on the idea of being fucked by a stranger. Maybe she’d rather get fucked by me, even if she knows I hate her. 

Her gaze never leaves mine as I slowly force her down on my waiting cock. Her lips part and her eyes close, her long lashes casting a shadow over her high cheekbones. 

She slides all the way down until I’m balls deep inside her, and I bite my bottom lip hard enough that I taste a hint of blood. She gasps and tosses her head back, sending waves of dark hair cascading down her back until it’s brushing my fingers at her hip. Her back bows and her tits strain against the lace of her bra, making me want to tear it off and suck on her perfect fucking nipples. She rolls her hips, bringing her eyes back to mine. And there it is, the connection, the spark, everything that made us, us. Time and distance seem to fall away in an instant and it feels as though nothing has changed and I’m right back to where I was six years ago, fucking obsessed with Alexa Daniels. And I hate it. I want her to feel as rejected and hurt as I did until the need becomes unbearable.

Xavier Buy Links -

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I’m selling your fantasy. Are you buying?

They say that love is the most powerful force in the universe. They’re wrong. Sex, lust, passion, these are the emotions which human beings crave. And they’ll spend any amount of money for a taste.

I’m the guy that makes your heartbeat rise with a look, your breath falter with a touch. It’s my job. My name is Thor Jameson and I’m a male escort. No, I’m THE male escort. My reputation is unrivalled and well deserved.

I’ve always been for sale, until the one thing I didn’t even realise I wanted was thrust in my face by chance. For once, I’m not selling, and she’s certainly not buying.

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I’m selling your fantasy. Are you buying?

My name is Kaden Ryan and I’m a male escort. I never intended to become an escort, but an opportunity fell into my lap and I took it. It was simple: get paid for sex, an orgasm, a night of pleasure. It's certainly an easy way to work my way through medical school.

But not everyone's fantasy is as simple as an orgasm. Some women like the game, and one in particular wants to push me to places I never thought I would go, paid or otherwise. She's going to be the one to give me a real education
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About the Author




Brit Lauren is a pen name of LP Lovell. LP Lovell is an Indie Author from Salisbury, England. She's known for her sick sense of humour, her outrageous comments and a general lack of brain to mouth filter. Fuelled by copious amounts of Diet Coke, she likes to create feisty female characters who bring their men to their knees. If she's not writing then LP can be found riding her horses, or walking her ever present writing companion; Tulula the dog.

LP Lovell's first novel; Besieged was published in February 2014, and was an international Amazon best seller. The sequel Conquered is due for release in September 2014.

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4 out of 5 Sexy Heels

Oh good lord! I was so excited to find out that Brit Lauren is releasing another Recherche Series book! After reading Thor & Kaden's book I couldn't wait to get my hands on the next one.

So many authors who have series often have a similar cadence and general plot line or maybe it would be better described as flow...so there are some surprises but they are often fairly predictable, but not Brit Lauren. Each book has it's own plot and you never know exactly what to expect from her stories. 

This book is about Xavier, who we get to meet a little in Thor & Kaden's books and you get just enough about him in those books to make you wonder what his story will be about. You get to see how Xavier feels about his current profession and how he deals with his ex showing up as a client after 6 years. 

Throw out all your preconceived notions when reading this book...sit back and enjoy the ride through all the twists and turns that keep you guessing.

I loved the ending, but I am hopeless romantic that believes in soulmates...do you?

Thursday, December 29, 2016

Excerpt Reveal: Separation Games by CD Reiss

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Separation Games by CD Reiss

Series: The Games Duet # 2 Release Date: January 3, 2017 Genre: Contemporary Romance

"CD Reiss writes the best erotica I have ever read."

Meredith Wild, #1 New York Times bestselling author of The Hacker Series

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Synopsis:

The stunning conclusion to the New York Times Bestseller.
There’s one, unbreakable rule in the game.
Stay collected. Compartmentalize. Think your next move through. Never let your heart dictate your tactics.
The heart is impulsive.
The heart makes bad decisions.
The heart doesn’t see the long game.
Because the heart may have decided to get Adam back, but when the endgame comes, the heart’s going to be the first thing to break.

Excerpt:

Adam pulled me to the next door to the left. It opened into a small theater with about two dozen red velvet seats with lights at the bases.
“There was this guy in Marine Park who collected vintage pornography. When he died, one of the clubs uptown took it and preserved it. When all the clubs merged, they reels moved here.”
“We’re going to watch porn together?”
He guided me down an aisle. “Yes.”
“How adventurous of us.” I smiled at him, flirting.
He smiled back a little, but was reserved in his enthusiasm. We sat in the center.
“Now I’m sorry I wore pants,” I said.
The lights dimmed to black. I took his hand, and he paused before dropping our entwined fingers in his lap.
“I’m trying to illustrate something. I want to talk. So I’m glad you wore pants.”
The bullseye countdown appeared. Adam leaned his head back, closed his eyes, and exhaled. They went back to the screen as if all necessary strength had been gathered.
She’s blindfolded, arms tied above her. He’s lashing her.
“These are from the late sixties,” he said as the picture flickered. There was no sound. “The stuff here is very real. There’s no retouching. It’s 16mm, so there’s none of the porny quality of video.”
He’s wrapping her tits in black tape.
“I see,” I said.
He was right. The frame was raw. The beauty of her submission wasn’t on the film. I didn’t feel as though I was watching something. I felt as though I was witnessing something.
He’s clamping her nipples until they’re elongated meat.
“This is called tit torture,” he said matter-of-factly. “Every step of this was worked out beforehand. You’re not seeing the dozen things he’s not doing.” He twisted in his seat to face me. He was backlit, so I couldn’t see his expression. “Give me an adjective. What do you think of it?”
“Is this your thing?”
“Answer me first.”
I loved him. I wanted him. I’d get on my knees and submit to him.
“It’s gruesome.”
“It’s not my thing.” He sat back and faced the screen. The light flickered on his face. “There’s so much more though.”
He’s putting the business end of a hairbrush in her anus.
I’ve never seen skin that shade of purple.
What is she eating?
In all of them, the submissive may have cried or screamed, but she always came back for more. She kissed the Dominant’s hand or looked at him admiringly. Her lips did a dance of gratitude.
Thank you.
Ten minutes in, I couldn’t hold my questions anymore. “Why are you showing me this? You don’t want to wrap me in duct tape.”
“Someone might. I want you to know what it looks like first.”
“Adam Steinbeck!” I stood and put my fists on my hips. “You fucking shit!”
He crossed his legs, shrugging as if it wasn’t his fault. He just worked here. “What?”
“You’re trying to scare me.”
“I’m trying to inform you.”
“To hell with this. I’m going out there right now and getting someone to fuck me with a wooden spoon.”
I stomped down the aisle. He grabbed my arm. I spun around to face him. Behind him, a woman was getting choked, and every time she breathed, the ecstasy on her face was unmistakable.
“Let go of me,” I growled.
“Look at it. You weren’t meant for this.”
But he was? But Serena was? Was I too good? Too weak? Too strong? None of that mattered.
“You love me. Say it, Adam.”
“I’m keeping the love I have left.”
“Why can’t you love a submissive?”
“I don’t know.”
“You can’t love weakness?” I asked.
“I said I don’t know.”
“You’re unworthy of a woman who would kneel for you?”
“What do you want out of me?”
He was hurting me. I jerked my arm away, and he let go.
“I want you to leave me for a reason. A real reason. I left you because I was unhappy. I thought we were incompatible. You’re leaving me because you asked me to submit to you and I love it. You’re leaving me because you love me a little but not enough. What is all that? It’s not a reason.”
“I’m protecting you!”
“You’re protecting you.”
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Separation Games

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About the Author

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CD Reiss is a New York Times bestseller. She still has to chop wood and carry water, which was buried in the fine print. Her lawyer is working it out with God but in the meantime, if you call and she doesn't pick up she's at the well hauling buckets.
Born in New York City, she moved to Hollywood, California to get her master's degree in screenwriting from USC. In case you want to know, that went nowhere but it did give her a big enough ego to write novels.
She's frequently referred to as the Shakespeare of Smut which is flattering but hasn't ever gotten her out of chopping that cord of wood.
If you meet her in person, you should call her Christine.

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Wednesday, December 28, 2016

Release Blitz: Lustful Letters by Maggie Adams


Release Blitz:
Lustful Letters
by
Maggie Adams
Dec 28th



            When the picture-perfect wife of a prominent local businessman decides to let loose of her inhibitions, she begins a journey into the darker art of romance and sexual gratification. Through online chats and fetish forums, she explores the world of kink, from Dominance and submission to BDSM. Sensory deprivation, wax, fire, rope and knife play are ideas waiting to be experienced.  Then there’s the relationships with Daddy/littles, Master/slave, primal, puppy play, hedonists, and leather families.
 She yearns to explore, and yet, fears the loss of her vanilla world, for once seen, it can never be unseen. Her solution is to conduct dalliances online, but it soon becomes apparent that this will not satisfy her cravings. So, she must choose to continue in cyberspace or take the leap and truly begin to live the life her body, and her heart, desires.   
            But not every kinkster is a good soul, and she learns the hard way that trust can be misplaced, the mind can be twisted, and those that seek the darker passions may have their own psychotic agendas.  Just like Alice’s wonderland, nothing is as it appears and what’s right is wrong and what is perceived as pain is, in fact, nirvana.



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Maggie Adams is an Amazon Best Selling contemporary romance author. Her first book in the Tempered Steel Series, Whistlin’ Dixie, debuted in Amazon’s Top 100 for Women’s Fiction, humor, on November, 2014 and then again at #61 in 2016. Since then, she has consistently made the Amazon best seller 5-star list with Leather and Lace, Something’s Gotta Give, Love, Marriage & Mayhem, and Forged in Fire. She is also the recipient of the Dayreader Review’s Best New Series Award for 2015. Her series has launched the tiny town of Grafton, Illinois, into International recognition with sales in Mexico, Ireland, Scotland, Australia and the UK.

Maggie’s books can be found on eBook and paperback at these links:
http://goo.gl/62rVI7 - Whistlin’ Dixie, Book One in the Tempered Steel Series
http://goo.gl/sEqWwU- Leather and Lace, book two
http://goo.gl/D6n7EU - Something’s Gotta Give, book three
http://goo.gl/2zAsQt - Getting Lucky, A Tempered Steel Novella
http://goo.gl/lGPKcd - Love, Marriage & Mayhem, book four
 https://goo.gl/iR1rem - Forged in Fire, book five
http://goo.gl/OrQHpm - The Tempered Steel Series, Books 1-3



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4 out of 5 Sexy Heels



This book is like no other book I've ever read...it's hot and I found myself blushing just a little as I read it in public.

At first, it was difficult to keep straight whose POV the letters were from, but as I continued reading I started to catch on.

This book takes you through a woman's sexual exploration past her very vanilla life in what I would say is the most intriguing way. When you come from a very closed minded lifestyle it is easy to understand why she pursued it the way she did and maybe even put yourself in her shoes.

I love how her experiences take shape with each encounter and you can see how she grows sexually as she things figures out. I was definitely a little shocked by the ending and it definitely left me wanting more.

No cliffhanger, but clear that there will be another book...I look forward to reading it.


Cover Reveal: How to Date a Douchebag: The Failing Hours by Sara Ney

Title: How To Date A Douchebag: The Failing Hours
Author: Sara Ney
Genre: New Adult, Sports Romance, College Romance
Release Date: January 31, 2017
Zeke Daniels isn't just a douchebag; he's an asshole. 
A total and complete jerk, Zeke keeps people at a distance. He has no interest in relationships—most assholes don’t. 
Dating? Being part of a couple? Nope. Not for him.
He's never given any thought to what he wants in a girlfriend, because he's never had any intention of having one. 
Shit, he barely has a relationship with his family, and they're related; his own friends don’t even like him. 
So why does he keep thinking about Violet DeLuca? 
Sweet, quiet Violet—his opposite in every sense of the word.
The light to his dark, even her damn name sounds like rays of sunshine and happiness and shit.
And that pisses him off, too.

 
Purveyor of all things witty & romantic, I love: iced latte's, traveling, and bright, bold colors. On any given day, you can find me in my office, lovingly gazing at my bookshelf or shuffling my Bic felt-tip pen collection. I love hand writing letters, and sarcasm. 

I live in the midwest, but "Will Write for Travel," and believe everyone should follow their dreams, no matter how big or small. My favorite authors include Cindy Miles, S Walden, Suzanne Enoch, Tessa Dare (to name a few). I am a glutton for Historical, RomCom, Sports and MC romance.
One husband. Two daughters. Plenty of chaos.
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