Tuesday, September 29, 2015

Title: Strength Weakness Bond
Series: Blind Vows #3
Author: J.M. Witt
Genre: Romance
Cover Design: Sommer Stein (Perfect Pear Creative)
Photography: Darren Birks Photography
 Release Date: Fall 2015


Strength, Weakness, Bond: Another experiment of marital proportions.

FitzWilliam Kerrigan: Sexy, smoldering, arrogant, insatiable, lonely… Will has run from love at every turn. His business with his brothers is thriving and he doesn’t have time for love, although he craves it. He sees the happiness his brothers have found and is beginning to feel like his time has run out.
One phone call and another potential match will change everything.

Will he take on the experiment this time?

Mikayla Phillips: professional, beautiful, grounded, divorced, secluded… Kayla helps make marriage matches every day. It’s her job and she loves it, yet doesn’t believe in it herself. Especially when the one man who makes her feel things she shouldn’t messed with the experiment she helped build.
Accepting the challenge of her colleagues, Kayla will embark down the aisle once again.

Will she open her heart to the one man she knows has the potential to destroy her?

Strength will help them conquer their fears.
Weakness will expose old scars and lay hearts bare.
Bond, something they never thought they’d find.

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Author Bio

I'm a stay-at-home mom with four young children and one extremely supportive husband. We've been married for over ten years and reside in Metro Detroit, Michigan.

I've dreamed of writing romance novels since I was little. After having baby #4, who may or may not have been fathered by Christian Grey, I decided it was time to pursue my dreams.

When I'm not running to various appointments, enjoying time with my friends and my family, dating my husband, or avoiding cleaning my house, I'm writing!

I love music and believe that books and music can't exist without the other. My goal is for you to read more than a good book, but for you to have an experience!

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Friday, September 25, 2015

Man Up Playboy

Danielle Sibarium

No one knows the man behind the face.

Cooper Sutton loves nothing more than living up to his reputation as a playboy. That is until he meets Selene Davis in a coffee shop. Unlike the girls he's known before, she doesn't fall for his good looks and witty charm. She makes him work for every bit of her time and attention.

Haunted by memories of his childhood sweetheart, Cooper doesn't believe in love, marriage or monogamy. And much to his delight, neither does Selene. She appears to be his perfect match. Until she changes the rules of the game. And he finds himself knee deep in a committed relationship.

When the stakes are raised, Cooper's faced with a decision. Can he put the past behind him and move forward with Selene, or will he push love and happiness beyond his reach forever?

***Due to language and sexual content, this book is intended for mature audiences.
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 Chapter 1

     I lean across the bar and give the pretty girl behind it my sexiest, flirtiest smile. She's been checking me out all night. If I play my cards right her soaking, wet panties will be off in a matter of minutes.
     "What are you doing from now until the sun rises?" I ask leaning on the bar to get closer to her.
     "When I'm finished cleaning up, I'm going home to my boyfriend and then hopefully getting some sleep," she says pretending she has no interest in me.
     I shake my head as I run my eyes up and down her rocking body. "You mean you're going to go home and fuck your boyfriend. Lucky shit. Wish I was tapping some of that."
     "Come on, Cooper," Noah puts his hand on my shoulder and tries to pull me away from the bar. "Party's over, we're the last one's here. Sorry about him," he says to the beautiful bar tending wench as if I did something wrong. "He had a little too much to drink."
     Don't fucking apologize for me, you cock sucker." I laugh at the name I just called him. Noah sure as hell doesn't suck cock. Pussy maybe, never cock, that would be my father. And to add insult to injury, he just professed his undying love and affection for his boyfriend in front of a shitload of witnesses. Me? I want the girl.
     "Look at her, man." I extend my arm out toward the beautiful red head. The red heads I've been with have been crazy-sick in the sack. I doubt she'd be any different. I can see the wild abandon in her eyes. "Hey baby, ever been with two guys at once? We could do it now, before you get on your way. You, me, and my buddy. We don't even need to go far. Right there behind the bar works for me. I could bend you over and..."
    "Cooper! What the fuck is wrong with you!"
     I let out a long sigh. Where the fuck did Lexi come from? I'm not going to hear the end of it now.
     "Don't worry. I got him." Noah answers.
     "I liked you so much better before she cut off your balls." I point to my sister, then look back at him. "Fucking prick. You're going to get some tonight, too. Aren't you?" I shove his shoulder, not quite alright with the idea of him leaving there and fucking my sister. "So listen, red." I focus again on the girl who's pants I want into. "Take a look at these abs and tell me you don't want to oil me up and get slick between the sheets." I unbutton my shirt, but for some reason, instead of looking at me, she walks away to wipe down the opposite end of the bar.
     "Come on, Cooper. You need to get out of here. You're embarrassing yourself and your father."
     "I'm embarrassing my father? Me? Are you serious? He's the one that just married a dude. A fucking dude! He's the one that should be embarrassed. I'm doing what I'm supposed to, I'm looking for some sweet pussy. How the fuck am I embarrassing myself? Unless, is that why you're with Lexi? Is it really me you're trying to get with? Because dude, I don't... I mean I love you and all, but not in that way."
     "You fucking wish you could snag someone as hot as me."
     "Fuck, Noah. You're serious aren't you? You fucking want my cock."
     He shakes his head. "You're a real dick, Cooper. You know that?"
     "I'm all dick," I say, my eyes on the girl again. "Long, hard, dick, ready to go all night long." I say loud enough for her to hear me.
     Noah isn't laughing as he pulls me away from the bar, away from the place the sexy vixen and I eye fucked. If only she'd get me off, then I could end my night with a high note. I don't remember the last time that happened. I let out a long breath.
     "I was going to fuck her until you came along," I scold my friend.
     "No, you weren't. She was just being friendly in hopes of getting a better tip."
     "You don't know that."
     "Lexi, can you hang with your brother a minute?"
     She crosses her arms over her chest, glaring at me, while Noah goes back to talk to the girl I want riding me through the night. That shit just isn't fair.
     "You better get your shit together, Cooper. Time is running out. You can't act like a selfish, self-centered prick forever."
     "Fuck you, bitch."
     Noah's back and he's in my face. They're like a tag team, these two. And I hate it.
     "Watch how you talk to her, Cooper."
     "She's my sister, so if I want to tell her to go fuck herself, that's my right."
     "And she's my girlfriend, so if I want to kick your ass in her name, that's my right."
     "You know, Cooper, this is one of those times I wish to hell that you weren't my brother, and that my boyfriend didn't have any association to you, because I truly believe you brought out the worst in him."
     "What are you getting all bent out of shape over?"
     "Dude, you fucking offered me up in a threesome."
     I wave it off like it's no big deal and turn to my sister. "Like I'd let him in on the action. You really think I'd do that? You think I'd even let him look at her damn tits knowing he's with you? It was a test. If he jumped at the opportunity I'd have to kick his ass."
     "I think you're so fucking out of your head right now, you don't know what the hell you're doing, so yes, I think you meant it."
     "Even if I did, it's not like he's never been with anyone before you. He's had his share of tits and ass."
     My sister lunges for me, but Noah grabs her around the waist and keeps her from making contact. I'm not sure what she'll do if she gets her hands on me. Maybe that's why I'm taunting her. I want to feel something, anything but the emptiness that has taken residency in every fucking cell of my body since I walked out on Selene.
     "Enough of this. I've worked too hard to get her to leave the past where it is. Get your head out of your ass, Coop." Noah says with my sister wrapped in his arms as he walks away.
     "Where are you going?"
     "To our room," Noah says looking back over his shoulder. "I suggest you do the same."
     I flip him the bird before they stop short and Lexi pulls her phone from her clutch purse.
     My heart leaps from my chest into my throat. I don't move. The world is standing still, the red head forgotten. I listen to my sister talk to the girl I lost. To the girl I hurt so bad she won't take my calls; to the girl that left me empty and stole what little of a heart I had left.
     "Oh my God. I'm in California, but I'll be home as soon as possible. Please, call me if anything changes."
     I can't help myself, I rush at my sister and grab her by the shoulders as if my life depends on the information she just got, and it very well may.
     "That was Selene?"
     Lexi glares at me. Her green eyes are filled with tears. Fuck, this isn't good. I can feel the emotion pouring out of her. Why isn't she saying anything? I need to know what's happening with Selene.
     "Is she okay? What's going on?"
     Lexi doesn't answer. She stares me down. 
     "What Lexi? What the fuck is going on? Tell me!" I'm in her face, yelling, ordering her to tell me. I don't want to wait another second to know. The anticipation has me freaking out like a fucking teenager.
     "Like you give a fuck about her, about anyone but yourself."
     I'm breathing hard and heavy. "Don't fuck with me, Lexi. Not about her."
     "Fine. You want to know? She's in the hospital, Cooper. She went to pick up her prenatal vitamins from the pharmacy and some punk was looking for a fix. He had a gun..."
     My fingers squeeze tight around my sister's shoulders because I can't breathe. I can't fucking breathe! The air just left my lungs. It left the whole fucking room. Maybe even the whole planet. I have a mass growing in my stomach of nerves and anxiety. My throat is constricting because I still don't think I'm breathing. I dig my fingers into her flesh, because I'm holding on for dear life. It's the only thing I can do. I'm fucking helpless. Selene needs me right now and I'm no fucking use to her. Instead, I'm thousands of miles away when I should be at her side. I'm here, and here is too fucking far.
     "Did her hurt her? Please, let her be okay."
     "She's not okay, Coop."
     I had to have heard her wrong. "But that was her on the phone just now, right? RIGHT?" My heart is pounding a mile a minute. Why is my sister torturing me like this? Why isn't she just spitting it all out?
     After what feels like forever Lexi answers.
     "She's not conscious. I don't have the details."
     "Please, No!" The words leave me in a whisper. I'm not even sure I can speak until I hear a gut wrenching cry. It takes a minute before I can make out what's being screamed. I reach up and hold my head as the realization dawns on me that it's me, screaming into the nothingness of the night. It's be screaming the only word my mind will process. "SELENE!"
     I drop to my knees and call out for her again. I yell out as if doing so might magically make her open her eyes, or better yet, make me appear at her side and shove all the bad stuff away, like it's been nothing more that a dream.
     Noah pulls me back to my feet and wraps his arms around me, pulling me into a guy hug. "It's okay. She's going to be okay."
     I don't answer because I can't. I can't formulate words. I can't breathe, and I'm scared shit it's never going to be okay again. I hold on to Noah and nod. It's all I can do, and I'm afraid if I let go my knees are going to cave in. I hold him tight. Tighter than I ever held onto anything, including Selene. I stay there, holding him, allowing my emotions to keep their strangle hold on me, because I can't breathe, and I can't move. I want to rush to her side, but I'm across the country, which at this moment is as good as the opposite end of the world.

Author of YA & NA romance. Danielle grew up in Brooklyn, New York. Throughout her childhood, she transported herself into a fantasy world full of magic and wonder. Books were the gateway between her play world and reality. On any given summer afternoon she became Snow White sweeping and cooking for the dwarfs, or Cinderella waiting for the prince.

In 2004 Danielle won Honorable Mention in the Southern Heat contest. In 2007 she collaborated with Charlotte Doreen Small to write songs for her CD More. Danielle wrote the lyrics for Take My Hand, and Goodbye, while Charlotte contributed the melody.

Danielle graduated from Fairleigh Dickinson University with honors, and currently resides in New Jersey with her husband and three children.

In October 2011 Danielle's debut novel For Always was released. She has since released The Heart Waves Trilogy, Heart Waves, Breaking Waves, and Waves of Love, as well as To My Hero: A Blog of Our Journey Together, Into You, and Regret Me Not.

Danielle on writing- "I write because if I didn't my sould would shrivel up and die! And I love to fall in love!"

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Monday, September 21, 2015

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Suit (The Twin Duo)
Best Selling Author Jettie Woodruff
Release Date ~ September 21st
Identical twins, Gabriella and Isabelle, separated at the age of eleven. Reunited after thirteen years. One horrible accident tears them apart again. One wakes up married to a man with a dark side, and two little girls. One is missing.

Once upon a time I was Gabby Delgardo.
And then I wasn't...
I was Gabriella Pierce.
Stepford wife.
Soccer mom.
Paxton's trophy.
PTA parent.
And the slut...
We were the model couple. Picture perfect in the eyes of the beholder. A beauty created by our observers. A flawless marriage with a lifetime agreement. One made to suit both our needs.
I signed my name on the dotted line. My marriage certificate.
Lies. Regrets. Secrets from the past.
I was Gabriella Pierce.
And then I wasn't...
"I'm not sure you want me cooking for you, or anyone else. I feel like you kidnapped me and you're trying to give me this life that's not really mine. I don't feel like the type to be controlled."
Paxton placed a finger over both my lips and shushed me with a quiet, "Shhh, hush now. I assure you with everything in me that you are the type to be controlled. That's why you suck my dick. That's why your legs fall apart whenever I come near you. You're a slut. My slut. I own you," he said in a dry, sultry tone, fingers gliding down my neck. The dry swallow stuck in my chest when his fingers wrapped gently around my throat. His grip tightened and his lips met mine. "Shhh, don't talk, baby girl. Turn around and go take a shower like you were told."
My name is Jettie Woodruff. I am from Ohio. I don't know what genre I write in. People tell me I have my own genre. I write whatever I feel, because that's what makes me happy. I don't want to be in that box where I can only write one genre. I tend to like my bad boys, taboo; the touchy subjects that make you want to throw your kindle. Usually at said hot alpha male. Sometimes the female lead as well. My motto is life is short. Very short. If it doesn't make you happy anymore then why do it? Move on. Some of my favorite things, besides writing are, friends, family, and the beach. Music, although my interest has changed after forty, I like the new stuff. Happy reading.


Title: The Weight Of Rain
Author: Mariah Dietz
Genre: Contemporary Romance 
Release Date: October 27th

I've dreamed of him since before I was old enough to form memories. I'm as sure of this as I am of breathing.
When I close my eyes, my mind paints a picture of his smile and shades the contours of his hands, the deep scar around his bicep. People say that I'm an artist, yet my mind is vacant, my hands unsteady. With his presence, he has unknowingly broken that something inside of me that makes me who I am, because being around him is like standing in a rainstorm. First the drops tickle my skin, and then they coat me, refusing to be ignored. Finally, it seems they soak into me, reaching parts of me I don’t think anyone has ever touched. I’m not certain how he’s capable of doing so—I’m not sure that he even realizes it. Sometimes I'm terrified that it’s apparent in my reactions: other times—I really hope that it is. I've been waiting for this. For him. But I never knew it would come with such a price. 

“Ben, Brian, Benny, Brent, Bailey?” “Isn’t Bailey a girl’s name?” I ask, my eyebrows drawing down in question though I’m tired of playing this game. “No, I’ve known guys named Bailey. It’s one of those names.” Charleigh twists in the driver’s seat, arching her eyebrows at me knowingly. I catch her glasses sliding down the bridge of her nose and her hand brushing blonde hair from her face before I turn to watch the road. “One of those names?” My voice is surprisingly even as we dangerously near the median. “Yes. One of those names. You know, where a boy or a girl could have it. Like Charleigh.” “It wasn’t Bailey. I would have remembered that name for sure.” “You were pissed! You can’t even recall how you got home!” “Drunk,” I reply automatically. “I was drunk.” “Drunk, pissed, same difference.” “Only you Brits think pissed means drunk. Here in America, we all think it means angry. We’ve gone over this.” “Yeah, yeah, stop changing the subject. Brandon, Brad, Bobby, Benedict?” “Benedict?” I ask, my neck snaps to face her. “Yes, Benedict.” “Who names their kid Benedict?” “Plenty of people!” My eyebrows rise as I look to her with disbelief that she returns with a glare. “Did he tell you where he lives?” Charleigh asks, undeterred by my attempt to change subjects. My index finger slams against my chest. “Drunk. Remember?” “At least you remember what counts I suppose.” “I don’t remember his name, Charleigh!” “But you remember that he made you see stars!” “Stop! You make me sound like a floozy.” “You were a floozy. You got pissed and slept with a complete stranger with good teeth.” “He did have great teeth,” I agree. “At least we know he has good hygiene, that’s a plus.” I groan, slapping a hand across my eyes to hide from my own embarrassment. “I’m just teasing. I’m proud of you, Crosby, you finally got a piece! It’s been over a year since the last time someone dusted your hallway.” “Stop!” my objection is met by laughter which has my eyes rolling. “Don’t get your knickers in a twist. I’m just teasing you. I’m glad you found someone you’re interested in.” Her focus moves back to the windshield for a moment and then turns to me, her lips pressed tightly into a hopeful smile. “We could try changing the last two digits and try dialing the number, see if we get anything.” I look down at the palm of my left hand that’s been scrubbed clean. Two weeks ago I woke up with a pounding headache, a hazy recollection of events that involved meeting a guy with auburn hair, warm amber eyes, and some of the straightest, whitest, most even teeth I’ve ever seen, along with a phone number that was half smeared/half worn off of my palm. I vaguely recall mentioning to him that it was hard to read at the time and him smiling at me, offering me more water. My memories contained blurbs including people dancing and me laughing, but the bright smile, and eyes that held so many unspoken words that I could vaguely recall trying to pull out of him, were the most potent. The memories grew clearer and clearer as the night went on, including one where I definitely remember convincing him I was sober enough to have sex. I, Lauren Crosby, convinced a complete stranger to sleep with me at a house party.  

Mariah Dietz lives in Eastern Washington with her husband and two sons that are the axis of her crazy and wonderful world. Mariah grew up in a tiny town outside of Portland, Oregon where she spent the majority of her time immersed in the pages of books that she both read and created.  She has a love for all things that include her sons, good coffee, books, travel, and dark chocolate. She also has a deep passion for the stories she writes, and hopes readers enjoy the journeys she takes them on, as much as she loves creating them.

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Teasing Hands: The hands kneading my flesh into submission are strong, yet gentle. Rough yet tender. His talented fingers dig deep into my naked flesh applying the perfect amount of pressure, bending me to his will. "Undress for me."
Taunting Lips: Her body was my greatest damnation. I craved her and the way she came alive beneath my fingers. The way she’d let me force my will upon her tender flesh, so breakable and trusting—open to all I could teach her. “I hate that I love you.”
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10636087_697176003699285_5614064241691176291_n About the author
Elena M. Reyes was born and raised in Miami Florida. She is the epitome of a Floridian and if she could live in her beloved flip-flops, she would. As a small child, she was always intrigued with all forms of art—whether it was dancing to island rhythms, or painting with any medium she could get her hands on. Her first taste of writing came to her during her fifth grade year when her class was prompted to participate in the D. A. R. E. Program and write an essay on what they’d learned. Her passion for reading over the years has amassed her with hours of pleasure. It wasn't until she stumbled upon fanfiction that her thirst to write overtook her world. She now resides in Central Florida with her husband and son, spending all her down time letting her creativity flow and letting her characters grow.
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