Tuesday, November 24, 2015

FORBID ME ~ Release Day Blitz


It was only a matter of time until the truth came out.
I never thought it would come to this…
I tried, God knows I tried to stay away from her but eventually I crossed that line and broke that trust. I could no longer go back and I sure as fuck didn’t regret a single moment of it. I knew there would be hell to pay, I knew the wrath I’d be facing but I would willingly take the burns and scars just to have the love of my best friend's sister.
If there is one person I’d willingly go to hell and back for it was…

Lillian Ryder

Standalone within a series. New Adult Contemporary Romance: Strong language and sexual content, not intended for readers under 18.

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“Is that right?” I replied arrogantly, centimeters from her lips. “I don’t know you? Really? What part don’t I know? Maybe I don’t know the way you move your hair to cover the side of your face when you’re nervous. Or maybe I don’t know how you bite your bottom lip when you’re deep into your strings. Or do you mean that I don’t know the way you freak out if it’s too dark in a room and you won’t walk in? Or maybe I don’t know that you bite your fingernails when you think no one is looking. Oh wait, here’s a good one. I don't know that you're trembling in your skin right now. I don’t know that your heart is beating a million miles a minute, your hands are clammy, and you can’t swallow. How there are hundreds of thoughts going through your mind, but the top one being how bad you want me to kiss you. How bad you want me to fuck you. How bad you want me to claim every fucking inch of your perfect body,” I paused to let my words sink in, and her flushed complexion gave away that everything I was saying was true.
“You’re right. I don’t know you. I don’t see your gorgeous smile in my sleep. I don’t hear that ridiculous giggle you have when I’m away from you. I don’t see those dark brown eyes every time I close mine.” I leaned in a little closer so she could feel my breath against her lips. “I don’t stroke my cock to the memory of your sweet pussy pulsating down my shaft and the taste of your come dripping down my chin.”

Best Selling Author M. Robinson loves to read. She favors anything that has angst, romance, triangles, cheating, love, and of course sex! She has been reading since the Babysitters Club and R.L. Stein.

She was born in New Jersey but was raised in Tampa Fl. She is currently pursuing her Ph.D in psychology, with two years left.

She is married to an amazing man who she loves to pieces. They have two German Shepherd mixes and a Tabby cat.  




Title: Her Christmas Surprise
Series: (Book 2 in the Kane Family Series)
Genre: Erotica/Holiday Romance
Author: C.M. Steele

Reed Landry and Danielle Kane want each other. Despite her concerns, she lets her inhibitions melt away in Sin City.
Waking up in Vegas can be problematic especially when it’s with the man your family dislikes and distrusts. Running away, Danielle can’t keep everything hidden in Vegas.
Reed isn’t going to let his runaway woman get away from him forever. He refuses to let her spend Christmas without him, even if it means walking into a houseful of Kane men and claiming his Danielle.
Their relationship is a surprise for the family, but Danielle’s got a special surprise for Reed as well.  

His Christmas Rose

All Spencer wanted was some quiet peaceful time away to cope with his issues. All Rose wanted was to spend the holidays with someone who cared. Neither expected someone's plotting could change their world for the better.


Wolfe Creek is a place with a zero percent divorce rate because wolves mate for life. Most meet their mates by the time they are twenty-five. The Alpha is already thirty-two and still unmated. Unrest is starting to rise in both him and his pack. Something’s got to give.

Hunter is on the prowl, searching for his mysterious nightly lover. She has to be his mate, but he can’t find her anywhere. He’s well past his breaking point, and needs to find her before he loses his mind.

Catherine Kinney is struggling to get by from day to day with no job or money. She was doing well in school and work until she started dreaming of him. Damn him and his beautiful blue eyes, she thought.
Both of them thought they were going crazy. They developed a love/hate relationship for sleep.

Would they ever find peace?

Just when they feel like there’s no hope, fate steps in and brings them together. 
But what happens when you get what you ask for and then some?

Can they handle the passion that engulfs them both? Especially when they can feel each other’s emotions.

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C.M. Steele is just in the beginning stages of writing dirty romances. Even with so many novellas under her belt she still has a long way to go. C.M. owes all of her success to her wonderful readers and supporters who keep her on her toes or rather on her rear typing away. She always loves to hear from her readers because they are the reason she gets to do what she loves.

Monday, November 23, 2015

CARNAL DESIRE ~ Release Blitz

Title: Carnal Desire
Series: Onyx Club #3
Author: Sebastian Ex
Genre: Erotic Romance
 Release Date: November 23, 2015

My name is Nathan Stone, and I’m part owner of a BDSM club called The Onyx Room – and I’m not like any other man you’ve ever met.

I own the club with my two best friends, Matthew and Brandon. I’m the dungeon Master who runs The Onyx Room. Matthew and Brandon support me.

I’m also in love with my girl. Bianca and I have been together since the night she got in my car to sell me her body. She thought I’d take her for an hour to sate my carnal desire, but what she didn’t know was that I’d seen her before and purposely bought her to save her from herself.

Bianca needed more than a Dominant. She needed a Master. My name is Master Nathan Stone, and welcome to my world.

*Possible triggers, coarse language, graphic sex and adult themes.

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Bianca requires aftercare as much as she needs the sting of the pain. I clean her wounds, and apply a liberal amount of Neosporin ointment and let the wounds breathe. I then cover her up with the thin blanket and sit on the bed beside her. “Slave.” Her eyes flicker open. “Here you go.” I unscrew the water bottle and hold it to her lips. She automatically reaches out so she can take the bottle, but I lightly smack her hand away. “I’ll take care of you.” Bianca smiles, then puts her lips to the bottle as I tip it so she can drink.

“Thank you, Master,” she dreamily says before placing her head on the pillow and falling into sleep.

Walking away from the bed and to the opposite side of the playroom, I take my phone out of my pocket and call Matthew.

“Hey,” he says when he answers.

“Hey, I’m supposed to do an inventory check today but Bianca is starting to fall. We’ve just had a mini scene, but she’s out of it. Can you go in and start it, and I’ll be there in a few hours. I need to make sure she’s okay.”

“She alright?”

“Not great, but I’m hoping this time I can get to her before her mind fucks her over.”

“Dude, whatever you need.”

“Thanks, can you go in and start inventory?”

“Yeah, I’m taking Ella to see Debra her OBGYN, check the baby and make sure everything’s alright, then we can head in and start on it.”

“Thanks, we’ll be there before the club opens, but I just can’t get there for a couple of hours.”

“Yeah, man, don’t worry yourself. I’ve got it covered, look after your girl.”

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Author Bio
Sebastian Ex is a native of Sydney, Australia, having grown up in a tight-knit family mostly surrounded by women. From a young age he had a passion for all things green and outdoors, when he hit mid-teenage years he did an apprenticeship as a landscape gardener. 

A serial lover of women, Sebastian was encouraged to pen his words when a lady friend of his compared some paragraphs from contemporary erotic novelists to his scorching, hot sexts. Now, Sebastian is about to release his debut novel in a bid to transition from landscaping to writing full-time.

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Saturday, November 21, 2015


Release Day Blitz
by Stella Marie Alden
Release Date ~ November 18th

What foul devilry is this? They told her he was dead. After six long years without a word, her knight falls onto his knees and sings poetry. Then he denies their son? Heed this well. She's no longer an innocent who'll giggle and tarry on his every word. The sharp edge of her tongue and knife is the only welcome he'll get. She'll not marry him. Besides, the pain would be too much to bear should he ever leave again.

Her attitude is beyond understanding. What voice did he have? The king commanded and he obeyed. Regardless of her hatred, the Templar knight weds. This time she will travel with him and he will win back her favor. It's a long road from London to Hadrian's Wall. Evil deeds weave a plot laced with castles, kidnappings, and missives. Will the treacherous journey split them asunder forever? Mayhap only in heaven will he rekindle the passion they once shared.


England, near London Towne
Year of our Lord 127
Behind them, massive columns stood tall and their only chaperones in the ancient Roman bathhouse. Peepers croaked, night birds lamented, and water gurgled as it cascaded down from each of the three tiers. Sir Thomas led her deeper into the shadows made by blue moonlight. Tiny waves of light reflected off the pools and onto his beautiful Norman features.

The dark centers of his eyes widened as he brushed his lips over hers. "You shouldn't be here."

"You don't want me?" Merry's lower lip quivered. Thick black hair caressed the tender places between her fingers when she reached her hands to the back of his head. Warmth spread from where their lower halves met and she kissed him with all her being.

Her Templar knight groaned. "I've promised your liege that I'll not lay with you until we're wed. If we continue down this road, my honor will be questioned."

Letting go of his silky wet locks, she reached into her purse and waved six colorful ribbons of yarn in front of his nose. "But I brought these."

He leaned over to where he'd placed his sword, belt, and boots and came up with similar lengths of wool. "As did I."

Her cheeks ached with the wide grin she sent his way. "Anon. Let's do it."

Rough palms cupped her face as the man she adored bore a hole into her soul with his gaze. "Lass, 'tis serious. We'll be hand-fasted. Are you sure you want this?"

She covered his hands with her own and fell into the depths of those magnificent eyes. The drum in her chest beat faster and her lips parted. "I'm six and ten seasons. I know my own mind."

A soft moan escaped his perfect lips and his kiss went deeper than any of the others they'd shared all summer. One of his hands slid to the back of her head and the other glided down her back and clamped her bottom globe. He pulled her tight to his hard want and her mind filled with lustful thoughts.

Warm breath met her ear. "We'll have a proper wedding when I return from London Towne in a fortnight. Ready?"

She nodded and held forth her hand with the yarns.

Never releasing her from his fierce gaze, he clasped his sword arm to hers, tied them together with the yarn, and bound them forever. "I take thee as my wife."

With eyes watering, her hand shook as she brushed a dark lock from his blue-gray eye. "I take thee as my husband for all eternity."

He flicked his cloak open and lay her down. Then there was only him; his scent, his tongue, and his hands pulling her so close that she mayhap died and went to heaven. He went to his knees and with a small growl in his chest and removed his colors. Slivers of moonbeams danced across his glorious body. Strength bumps above his navel led down to small curls of black hair. The 'V' pointed to a staff so large, surely it would never fit.

Holy mother of God. Her mouth lost its liquid and she swallowed hard.

"Don't worry, love, all will be well." He leaned over and devoured her in gentle kisses. Their tongues danced and her heart soared. One knee lifted, he straddled her, and found the hem of her tunic. He muttered an apology as it tore when it caught coming over her head. Then his mouth dropped open, his hard pintle danced upon her navel, and he sucked in his breath. "Bloody love of Christ. You're perfect."

She arched up so that the aching wet spot between her legs could rub against his length. His soft kisses started at her mouth, lowered to her breast, and he suckled.

"Please..." The lips between her legs swelled. She moaned at the sweetness of his hands kneading her breasts and his tongue licking the tips of her ever-hardening nipples.

He spread her legs wide with the outside of his knees and rasped, "We play with fire."

A calloused fingertip rubbed the pebble between her legs, she closed her eyes, and prayed for release. Never had she experienced such need, such wanting. It was as if the gates of heaven were open and she but a foot away.

His wet tongue laved the perfect spot and she gasped. Heated breath from his hiss met her folds and she shivered. A gentle nibble and... Oh, dear God in heaven... She burst apart, bright lights flashed behind her lids, and her body shook in perfect release.

He slid up her naked body and kissed her fiercely upon the lips, tasting of her. "Clamp your thighs around my rod."

She did as told and he rubbed it against her sensitive nub repeatedly, but did not enter her. He thrust once more, she clamped him tight, and he shouted into her mouth. His release sent her over the cliff again and she went to holy bliss as sticky fluid lubricated her inner thighs.

"You're mine." He fell onto his side, panting.

She sighed and turned toward him. When their breathing calmed, she said, "I wish you didn't have to go."

"But I do and you should be off to your pallet. Soon, we'll lay together every night and I shall breach you as a proper husband does his wife." He reached across her body for her skin of wine lying on the mosaic tiles and drank deep.

A tiny squeak escaped her lips. "Wait, no. Thomas, don't!"

He looked at her askance and his eyes darkened with a fierce scowl. "What was in that draught?"

She shivered. "Just a foolish love potion from old Agatha. I wasn't really going to use it."

He moaned and his eyes rolled to the top of his head. "'Tis no love potion, 'tis juice of the poppies. Quickly, get dressed and leave. You've no idea its affect upon me."

"I won't. This is all my fault. Oh, what have I done?"

"Merry. Do as I say. Go" His body convulsed.

Sobbing, she held him, not daring to leave and not daring to tell a soul. He hardened again and this time there was no stopping, no restraint, just his pure love inside her. He was fierce and hard and beautiful all at the same time. When his breathing became calm, and his moaning stopped, she dressed and ran back to her chambers, no longer a virgin. Already the cock crowed and pale orange of the rising sun lit the grassy knolls in the distance.

Stella Marie Alden loves Zumba, yoga, watercolor painting, and fixing up her house. Growing up in Vermont, crayons fought over placement in their cardboard box and imaginary friends crowded the house. Her brother complained. "Tell her no one's here, Mother."
She's been a librarian, a clarinetist, recording engineer, electronics repairman, and now architects software. She lives in NJ with her life-long hero and two cats. Her girls are grown but ever supportive. Go Mom!