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SINS OF A BAD BOY ~ Book Blitz
Title: Sins of a Bad Boy
Series: The Original Bad Boys #1
Author: Soraya Naomi
Genre: Erotic/Historical Romance
Release Date: September 5, 2015
Blurb
William Kade was a renowned fighter who fought hard and played dirty. He titillated all women and was rejected by none – he was an Original Bad Boy.
An orphan who came from nothing, William became a ruthless businessman who desired to build an empire from a gaming club and an illegal fight club with his best friend and mentor, Charles Lindon.
But when profits declined, Charles and William ventured into a new world and decided to open the first hardcore sex club in the U.S. More money was needed to expand their business; however, when debts of the gambling club weren’t being paid, they were forced to take drastic measures to secure a steady cash flow. Drastic measures that involved Ivy, a woman William already had unfinished business with. A woman that might be the only female that equally annoyed and intrigued him.
When William and Ivy start to play a game, the stakes become higher with each passing day until no one can find a sane way out anymore.
No one feels the depth of your pain, only your own heart.
A dark, erotic historical romance.
Book one of The Original Bad Boys series. All books in this series are standalones and can be read in random order.
From Soraya Naomi, Amazon Bestselling Author of the Mafia Romance, Chicago Syndicate series.
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Excerpt
She rolled her eyes. “Mr. Kade, please just leave me alone after this dance. You bore me to no end.”
“Liar,” he said softly with an icy bite. “I don’t bore you, and my dear Ivy, you do the exact opposite to me.” He drew her even closer to him. “Don’t tempt me.” An amused warning was directed at her.
“How am I tempting you?” she threw back with an absolute bothered countenance.
He gave her a dark, jaded smile and didn’t answer her since he didn’t comprehend himself how she was tempting him. William was having a lot of trouble melting this ice princess, and why he’d actually asked her to dance in the first place evaded him right now. She was exasperating; why did she have an aversion to him? It surprised him that he possessed such an infatuation for this perfect stranger.
As he took in her delicate features, he remembered why he’d asked her to dance. She was oblivious to how she shimmered with an innate sensuality. There was something in her sky-blue eyes that betrayed a hidden desire, or fear. He couldn’t quite make out which one, and usually, he could read people easily because Charles had taught William to notice and how to interpret people’s mannerisms. And he still didn’t know her age but guessed she must be eighteen or nineteen.
Finally, when some of the other guests started to watch their closeness, William allowed her to take a small step back, and he ended their dance in uncomfortable silence. He escorted Ivy away from the crowded dance floor as people kept brushing past him and decided he’d had enough of teasing her.
“My lady.” He bowed slightly and winked, detecting a small twitch in her pretty pink lips.
She inclined her chin, and he turned, feeling her gaze burning into his back as he walked away, toward Charles on the other side of the room.
William was unsure how he felt about their odd encounters, and he couldn’t refrain from looking back one more time. Ivy had a full grin on her face, causing William to frown at this weird woman. He shook his head and joined Charles; however, before he could even open his mouth, there was an uproar among a few of the couples who were dancing nearby.
William and Charles scrutinized the commotion.
The musicians kept playing, but a stream of couples moved to the side, and one man’s voice came booming over the music, “Who took it? No one leaves this ballroom! I knew I felt something a few minutes ago!” Said gentleman was checking all his pockets.
As William watched the man, a strange sensation came over him, and he searched for Ivy, who was now holding a tall glass in her hand, staring at him. There was something in the way she was smirking at him that made him check his own inside jacket pocket, and he was completely surprised to find a lightweight wallet in there – one that was not his.
He muttered under his breath, “Are you kidding me?!”
William glared back at Ivy while gritting his teeth; he couldn’t believe she’d just set him up.
“William.” Charles regarded him with narrowed eyes. “What’s wrong?”
“She fucking set me up!”
The crease in Charles’s forehead deepened as he stepped closer to William so no one overheard their words. “What are you talking about?”
“Liar,” he said softly with an icy bite. “I don’t bore you, and my dear Ivy, you do the exact opposite to me.” He drew her even closer to him. “Don’t tempt me.” An amused warning was directed at her.
“How am I tempting you?” she threw back with an absolute bothered countenance.
He gave her a dark, jaded smile and didn’t answer her since he didn’t comprehend himself how she was tempting him. William was having a lot of trouble melting this ice princess, and why he’d actually asked her to dance in the first place evaded him right now. She was exasperating; why did she have an aversion to him? It surprised him that he possessed such an infatuation for this perfect stranger.
As he took in her delicate features, he remembered why he’d asked her to dance. She was oblivious to how she shimmered with an innate sensuality. There was something in her sky-blue eyes that betrayed a hidden desire, or fear. He couldn’t quite make out which one, and usually, he could read people easily because Charles had taught William to notice and how to interpret people’s mannerisms. And he still didn’t know her age but guessed she must be eighteen or nineteen.
Finally, when some of the other guests started to watch their closeness, William allowed her to take a small step back, and he ended their dance in uncomfortable silence. He escorted Ivy away from the crowded dance floor as people kept brushing past him and decided he’d had enough of teasing her.
“My lady.” He bowed slightly and winked, detecting a small twitch in her pretty pink lips.
She inclined her chin, and he turned, feeling her gaze burning into his back as he walked away, toward Charles on the other side of the room.
William was unsure how he felt about their odd encounters, and he couldn’t refrain from looking back one more time. Ivy had a full grin on her face, causing William to frown at this weird woman. He shook his head and joined Charles; however, before he could even open his mouth, there was an uproar among a few of the couples who were dancing nearby.
William and Charles scrutinized the commotion.
The musicians kept playing, but a stream of couples moved to the side, and one man’s voice came booming over the music, “Who took it? No one leaves this ballroom! I knew I felt something a few minutes ago!” Said gentleman was checking all his pockets.
As William watched the man, a strange sensation came over him, and he searched for Ivy, who was now holding a tall glass in her hand, staring at him. There was something in the way she was smirking at him that made him check his own inside jacket pocket, and he was completely surprised to find a lightweight wallet in there – one that was not his.
He muttered under his breath, “Are you kidding me?!”
William glared back at Ivy while gritting his teeth; he couldn’t believe she’d just set him up.
“William.” Charles regarded him with narrowed eyes. “What’s wrong?”
“She fucking set me up!”
The crease in Charles’s forehead deepened as he stepped closer to William so no one overheard their words. “What are you talking about?”
“Ivy,” he snarled and touched his breast pocket, “stole the wallet and planted it in my pocket.”
Author Bio
I was born in South America in 1984 and raised in Europe where I presently reside with my fiancé.
I read many genres but favor intense, dark, seductive, and provocative novels where the male character loves fiercely, without remorse or boundaries. I also adore forbidden love tales and have an odd fascination with kidnapping romances. No, I don't secretly want to be kidnapped, though!
I have a passionate obsession with the written word and indulge in chocolate pastries much too often.
My debut novel For Fallon (Chicago Syndicate, #1) was released on July 26, 2014. I’m honored that For Fallon won “Best Breakout Novel 2014” in the Novel Grounds Semi Annual Literary Awards.
I read many genres but favor intense, dark, seductive, and provocative novels where the male character loves fiercely, without remorse or boundaries. I also adore forbidden love tales and have an odd fascination with kidnapping romances. No, I don't secretly want to be kidnapped, though!
I have a passionate obsession with the written word and indulge in chocolate pastries much too often.
My debut novel For Fallon (Chicago Syndicate, #1) was released on July 26, 2014. I’m honored that For Fallon won “Best Breakout Novel 2014” in the Novel Grounds Semi Annual Literary Awards.
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SLUT ~ Blog Tour
Slut
(The Twin Duo #2)
by
Jettie Woodruff
I thought losing my memory was the worst thing in the world.
Forgetting who you are, and where you came from was like driving on a road with only right
turns. All leading in the same direction. A direction I wanted to avoid, a dark tunnel that I had to
enter if I ever wanted answers.
Losing my memory wasn’t the worst thing in the world. Learning, who I was, and the secrets I
had kept was way worse. The unbearable pull and the passion we shared, mixed with the past
that I didn’t want to remember, created a whole new storm. The perfect storm of two kinds of
crazy. Stupid little fish.
Paxton leaned up on his knees. “Is that Nick?” “Yes,” I replied as I
fell into the same tense position he moved to. Elbows on knees, and eyes and ears on the voices.
“Where the fuck are my kids?” I leaned up and hit pause, stopping it right there. “This is how it’s
going to go? We haven’t even started yet, Paxton. I don’t know where they are. I just asked
myself the same question. I’m assuming they were at one of the thousands of activities you had
them in. I don’t know.” “You were supposed to be with them.” “Yeah, well, I wasn’t, and I don’t
remember why. So. Do you want to do this or not? I don’t see where any good can come from it
if you’re going to be like this.” “How the fuck do you expect me to be, Gabriella? You’ve been
involved with Lane for the last year. And this shit. I don’t even know what you’re doing here, or
why you’re not with our children.” “I’m done. You have fun watching it by yourself,” I said as I
pulled my stone from his, and stood like it was really that easy. Paxton jerked me back to his side
by my shirt, his hand went around my throat, and he told me how things were going down. Not
my way. “You fucking did this to us. You’re the one that showed up here like this with all these
lies and secrets. Let’s find out what you’ve been hiding. Okay? We said we were doing this
together. That’s what we’re doing. Understand?” I couldn’t reply with one single word. Not even
a nod. My eyes closed, my throat closed, trying to control it, and tears slid down my face. Paxton
abruptly stopped, let go of me, and stood. “Fuck this, Gabriella. Fuck. I’m sorry. Fuck. I’m just
so fucked up over all of this. You forget to stop and think about what it’s like for me. Look at
what you’ve brought into this house over the last few months. How do you expect me to be?”
Words spewed from my mouth as tears slid down my cheeks. “This isn’t working, Paxton. Let’s
stop. I can’t do this with you anymore. I bring out the worst in you, and you do the same to me.
It’s not fair to either one of us. We can be good parents without one another.” Paxton looked at
me like I’d just punched him in his other eye. “We’re not quitting. No, Gabriella. We’re not
quitting. Don’t you ever think you’re leaving me. You’re never leaving, not even if we find out
that you’re the wrong wife. You did this. You’re not going anywhere.” “There’s not a lot you can
do to stop me, Pax. I can’t do this thing with you.” I jumped a little when he moved back to my
side, afraid of him for a second. “I’m sorry, Gabriella. I’m sorry. I don’t want it to be like this.
I’m sorry. I swear I won’t get mad. I know you don’t remember any of this, but damnit. It’s so
frustrating. Where the fuck was I? Why didn’t I notice this going on right under my nose?”
“Paxton, I don’t know.”
Suit
(The Twin Duo #1)
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=CK7aM1vIkLM
Jettie Woodruff is a lifelong writer, living in a pretend world since
she was a little girl. Jettie spent hours filling pages of spiral notebooks with a number two pencil
and a wild imagination. Her very first story was a scifi of all things.
Jettie writes more along the lines of erotica now. She likes to keep her readers on edge, and
deliver a story that will pull out every emotion possible. Writing on the edge of taboo and dark,
Jettie hopes to distribute an adventure you'll not soon forget.
Married for twenty five years, raising two boys and one girl has left lots of writing material. She
has recently become a grandma to not one, but two of the most beautiful little girls on planet
earth.
Jettie also hates doing this bio. That's all you get. She loves to read and write. What else is there?
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