Dirty Sexy Inked Preorder Promo with Carly Phillips & Erika Wilde

Carly Phillips & Erika Wilde

Dirty Sexy Inked (Dirty Sexy #2)

April 5, 2016

Blurb: 

Breaking hearts is what wild and rebellious Mason Kincaid does best. Hit it and quit it is his motto, and with his bad boy reputation and tattoos, he doesn't lack for female companionship. Until one hot night with the one woman he swore he'd never touch becomes an all-consuming addiction he can't kick. Katrina Sands has been his best friend for years, but now that he knows what she feels like, and tastes like, there is no going back to being just friends. Hot, dirty sex has never felt so good...or so right.

Goodreads:

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/28499736-dirty-sexy-inked 

Video trailer: 

Direct Link to Trailer: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NqgoSgLNiH4&feature=youtu.be

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About the Authors:

***About Carly Phillips*** 

Carly Phillips is the N.Y. Times and USA Today Bestselling Author of over 50 sexy contemporary romance novels featuring hot men, strong women and the emotionally compelling stories her readers have come to expect and love. Carly is happily married to her college sweetheart, the mother of two nearly adult daughters and three crazy dogs (two wheaten terriers and one mutant Havanese) who star on her Facebook Fan Page and website. Carly loves social media and is always around to interact with her readers. You can find out more about Carly at www.carlyphillips.com. 

Website: http://www.carlyphillips.com/
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/10000.Carly_Phillips
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Carly-Phillips/e/B001I9W0MS
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/CarlyPhillipsFanPage
Twitter: https://twitter.com/carlyphillips

***About Erika Wilde*** 

Erika Wilde is the author of the sexy Marriage Diaries series and The Players Club series. She lives in Oregon with her husband and two daughters, and when she's not writing you can find her exploring the beautiful Pacific Northwest. For more information on her upcoming releases, please visit website at www.erikawilde.com.

Website: http://www.erikawilde.com/
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5357264.Erika_Wilde
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Erika-Wilde/e/B00CVE4WSO
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/ErikaWildeAuthorFanPage
Twitter: https://twitter.com/erikawilde1

Cover Reveal: Dishonor Thy Wife By: Belinda Austin

Dishonor Thy Wife

By: Belinda Austin

Releasing June 13, 2016

Self-Published

Blurb

A Sexless Marriage. A Dangerous Game. A Suspenseful Thriller. A Hot Romance.

After six years of a sexless forced marriage, Ronni finds she enjoys her husband spying through the keyhole of her bedroom door. She begins to perform for him, even remembering his past violent outbursts, because Brad returned home to Austin from a Philadelphia business trip a changed man.

Once Ronni has a taste of forbidden passion, she is addicted until Brad begins acting like a Jekyll-Hyde.

She believes Brad may be bipolar, never realizing that something far more sinister is going on.

What happened at a Philly medical convention sets off a chain of events that begs the question, does a woman really know the cracks beneath her husband's skin?

Goodreads Link:https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/29550840-dishonor-thy-wife 

Buy Links:      Amazon

Author Info

Belinda is a former Software Engineer and Web Developer. She is a Zumbaholic. Belinda loves to create novels with twists and turns, and love stories that will squeeze your heart. Her goal is to entertain and touch you by making you laugh, cry, get angry: go through the emotional experience that makes us all human and by doing so humanize her characters.

Her aim with her books is to grab the reader by the shirt collar and drag him or her into the novel, and not let go until the end. She hopes that the reader will not just read her story, but experience it, with chills, blood pounding, brain bursting, etc.

Belinda was born in the Los Angeles area and lives in Texas.

Author Links: Website | Facebook | Twitter | Goodreads

On Sale: Fighting for Devlin by Jessica Lemmon

Fighting for Devlin

Lost Boys #1

By: Jessica Lemmon

Released November 24th, 2015 

Loveswept

Blurb

Perfect for fans of Christina Lauren and Katy Evans, Jessica Lemmon’s irresistible Lost Boys series kicks off with the story of a good girl who plays by the rules—and the bad boy who brings out her wild side.

Devlin Calvary makes his own luck. Orphaned as a young child, he was taken in by a crew of bookies and gamblers—and they became his family. They’re the reason Dev’s running a trendy bistro, living in a high rise, and enjoying the good life with a string of women who never ask for too much. Until, one night, he finds out how much it hurts to trust the wrong people. . . .

Rena Lewis sticks to the straight and narrow, determined not to slip up again . . . like the terrible night of partying four years ago that ended in tragedy. A waitress at Oak & Sage, she knows that sleeping with her boss is not a smart move. But when Dev shows up on her doorstep, beat up and clearly shaken, Rena’s not about to turn him down . . . or kick him out of bed.

Dev reawakens something primal within her—a need to go wild. And Rena soon finds out that the heart she’d sealed away years ago still has the power to fight for love.

Book Trailer: https://youtu.be/zacaEw2rn3c

Goodreads Link:https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/25057512-fighting-for-devlin?from_new_nav=true&ac=1&from_search=true

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Author Info

A former job-hopper, Jessica Lemmon resides in Ohio with her husband and rescue dog. She holds a degree in graphic design currently gathering dust in an impressive frame. When she’s not writing super-sexy heroes, she can be found cooking, drawing, drinking coffee (okay, wine), and eating potato chips. She firmly believes God gifts us with talents for a purpose, and with His help, you can create the life you want.

Author Links: Website | Facebook | Twitter | GoodReads 

Dodging Trains Blitz & Giveaway with Sunniva Dee

Dodging Trains
Sunniva Dee
Publication date: March 29th 2016
Genres: Contemporary, New Adult, Romance

I was twelve when a stranger at a train station taught me the meaning of ugly. He forced himself on me and threatened to kill my family if I told.
I stayed silent and the ugliness grew.
Now, that word rolls in film clips through my mind. All I’ve done since my best friend, Keyon Arias, left town is cement how ugly I am. Ugly on the inside—deep down to my core. On the outside… I am a Vixen. I flash men a smile and make them moan out pleasure I control.
Not them. Never them.
After five years of being away, my beautiful boy has come back to town for his father’s masquerade ball. He’s different. Hard muscle supersedes the skin and bone of his once boyish frame. One thing hasn’t changed though: the murderous look in his eyes when he slaughters his opponents. In the ring, I see the bullied boy, all grown up, dominating in ways he couldn’t in high school.
He’s the mayor’s son. The rising MMA fighter. The beautiful one.
I’m not the Paislee Cain of before, not the sweet girl he once knew, the one who chased away his bullies. I’m the town slut. The dirty girl whose shame will never fade no matter how many men I use. He’d disown what I’ve become.
Because beautiful can never love ugly.

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EXCERPT:

I’ve been on a one-track rail to landing Paislee in my bed since she got off the plane. Not that it’s been planned, but I convinced her that Pizza Pazza in Tampa is better than Mamma Lucia’s in Calceth. I told her about Simon during dinner, one thing led to another, and here I am unlocking the door to my duplex and letting her enter first.

She hasn’t commented on how we took my car from her hotel, how she’s basically dependent on me and my whims. But hey, I’m fucked too; it wasn’t my choice to have someone fill my head, and I didn’t ask that person to come to Florida.
We haven’t talked about tomorrow’s schedule, but I’m going to the rich dude’s house with her. He could be a total freak for all I know, so she’s not facing him alone.
“Oooh,” she whispers through a reverent puff of air like she’s never seen a cat before. Simon’s playing it up too, slinking around the corner with all the grace in the universe, stroking the doorjamb with a hip before he meanders over to us. “He’s soooo beautiful.”
“He’s just a regular old black street cat,” I say, but by the wink she shoots me, she doesn’t buy it. She read me back when too. “’Kay, fine: Simon’s awesome. Straight up the best pelt ever.”
“Pelt? You ass,” she giggles as she pets him from the top of his head and down the length of his body to his tail. Simon lifts it, happy. Any minute now, he’ll crank the volume on his purr-machine.
“Wow, he purrs loud.”
And there. For a cat, he’s being unexpectedly predictable.
“He loves the ladies,” I say, which makes her giggle more. I love to make her giggle. When she stands up again, I pull her in with one arm, fingers splayed across her spine. Firm breasts press against me, and I groan a little.
She puffs another laugh, all Simon’s fault. He’s gotten to the part of the agenda where he’s going to cramp my style. His purrs reach us from the floor, and he’s scissoring in and out between both of our legs.
“Never mind him. Look at me,” I whisper. Let my thumb and forefinger slide over her chin. The amusement recedes from her eyes when she sees that I mean business. I’m hardening. She yelps. Then she laughs out loud.
“Simon, quit it!” I say, exasperated, and bend to unhook his claws from the fabric over her knees. “I’m sorry. You see how it is now, right?
Simon’s the ass in this house. I should sell him to the highest bidder. Fifty cents flat will do. Come to think of it—I’ve got fifty cents in my pocket,” I say, kissing her down the corridor. “I could pay someone to take him. ‘Perfectly good cat with a year’s worth of free cat food.’”
Obviously, I’m digging my own grave here. There’s no hot lovemaking when your girl’s laughing so hard she’s about to pee herself.

Author Bio:
Between studies, teaching, and advising, Sunniva has spent her entire adult life in a college environment. Most of her novels are new adult romance geared toward smart, passionate readers with a love for eclectic language and engaging their brain as well as their heart while reading.
Born in the Land of the Midnight Sun, the author spent her early twenties making the world her playground. Southern Europe: Spain, Italy, Greece--Argentina: Buenos Aires, in particular. The United States finally kept her interest, and after half a decade in Los Angeles, she now lounges in the beautiful city of Savannah.
Sometimes, Sunniva writes with a paranormal twist (Shattering Halos, Stargazer, and Cat Love). At other times, it's contemporary (Pandora Wild Child, Leon's Way, Adrenaline Crush, Walking Heartbreak, and Dodging Trains, coming in late March 2016).
This author is the happiest when her characters let their emotions run off with them, shaping her stories in ways she never foresaw. She loves bad-boys and good-boys run amok, and like in real life, her goal is to keep the reader on her toes until the end of each story.

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A Billionaire after dark Review & Giveaway with Katie Lane

About A BILLIONAIRE AFTER DARK

With endless wealth comes irresistible temptation . . .

It's an undisputed fact that Nash Beaumont is the hottest of the Beaumont brothers. His slow, sensual smile charms every French Kiss employee-and tempts every woman to buy the company's lingerie. But beneath Nash's raw charisma is a dark, kinky side that he struggles to control . . . a side that may be exposed by one lovely-and unexpectedly adventurous woman.

Reporter Eden Huckabee needs a story. And when she discovers Nash's dirty little secret, she thinks she's found it. But Eden doesn't count on Nash turning the tables on her-or that she will fall so deeply for this unbelievably sexy, one-in-a-billion Beaumont.

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Billionaire-After-Dark-Overnight-Billionaires-ebook/dp/B0112T4YMW

B&N: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/a-billionaire-after-dark-katie-lane/1122253181

iBooks: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/a-billionaire-after-dark/id1016546330?mt=11

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Google Play: https://play.google.com/store/books/details/Katie_Lane_A_Billionaire_After_Dark?id=rs4aCgAAQBAJ

Review:

I received this book for review and I was kinda bummed out I missed on the first book in this series but I'm so glad I didn't miss out on this one! 

Right away the blurb had me interested, I mean who wouldn't want to read about a sexy billionaire owning a lingerie company? This story is about Nash and oh man I seriously fell in love with him from the very beginning. He's charming, laid back but he has some demons from his past that are holding him back. Nash doesn't think he can overcome it but he hires an escort with simple rules no touching, no talking and she needs to do what he says. After the first night he meets Eden he knows he won't forget her but staying away from her is isn't possible. 

Eden is trying to make it as a reporter and has her sights set on the big story which involves Nash. During her uncover work she gets to know Nash better and realizes she has found much more then her big story. I really liked Eden's character. She had charm, determination, goals, and a big heart. The way she wanted to help her friends and put them first just goes to show what a good person she was. 

Lane delivers another fantastic family read that is filled with laughs, romance, and characters I will never forget. Once I started this story I couldn't put it down and I loved the uniqueness that was included. This story definitely stands out from other billionaire books out there. 

Im excited to read the next book in the series and even go back and read the first book. These brothers have it all and I don't want to miss one moment of them! I would definitely pick up your copy today! 

About Katie Lane

Katie Lane is the USA Today bestselling author of the Deep in the Heart of Texas and Hunk for the Holiday series.  Katie lives in Albuquerque, New Mexico, and when she isn't writing, enjoys reading, going to the gym, golfing, traveling, or just snuggling next to her high school sweetheart and cairn terrier Roo.

Learn more about Katie Lane at:

www.katielanebooks.com

https://twitter.com/ktlane3

https://www.facebook.com/katielaneauthor

Giveaway

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Excerpt:

“How did you become an escort?”

There was a slight hesitation before she answered.  “My friend got me into it.”

“Some friend.”

Another pause.  “Actually, she is a pretty good friend.  She’s one of those people who sees the glass as always being full—like to the brim.”

“And you’re not?”

“I wouldn’t say that.  I see the glass as half-full, and it’s my job to get the water to the top.”

He laughed.  “You sound like my oldest brother.  He views everything as his job.”

She joined in with his laughter.  It was a hearty laugh, almost too loud for a woman.  But he liked it.  He liked its sincerity and lack of inhibition.  “You figured me out,” she said.  “I am the oldest.  I have two younger brothers.  Both pains in the butt.”  

“I think that’s the job of younger brothers.”

“Is your younger brother a pain?”

The smile wilted on his face.  “I didn’t say I had a younger brother.”

“Oh,” she said.  “I guess I just assumed you had another brother when you were talking about your oldest brother.”  

The tension left his shoulders.  But the scare was a strong reminder that he had no business sharing information with the woman.  “No more talking,” he said.  “Take off your dress.”

“In the dark?  But how will you see?”

He got up from the chair.  “I’ll use my imagination.”

There was a long pause, and he wondered if she would leave.  Physical force played no part in the equation, but he couldn’t help getting up and positioning himself between her and the door.  There was a whisper of material.  

“It’s off,” she said.

It was strange, but having the lights off seemed to make everything more intense.  He could hear her breathing.  Smell her sweet, earthy scent.  And visualize exactly what she looked like in nothing but her bra and boy shorts.  His penis came to full attention once again, and he found it hard to speak around the desire that clogged his throat.

“Now your bra.”  He moved closer to the bed.  “Hand it to me.”  Something soft brushed his bare stomach, and he reached for it, his fingers curling around the bra.  After a year at French Kiss, he knew his bras.  It was slightly padded, and the material wasn’t top-grade.  As for the size, he would guess 34B.  He lifted the cup to his nose, and her herbal scent filled his nostrils.

“Now the panties,” he said, his voice muffled in the cotton.  This time, she took longer.  So long that he moved a step closer, his leg brushing the mattress.  

“Promise you won’t turn on the light?  Not that I’m deformed or anything.  I just don’t exactly have a perfect body.” She was talking with her hands again.  He could feel the shift of air.  

“From here, it looks pretty perfect to me.”

Another pause before a whisper of material and her hand brushed a line of fire across the ridged fly of his jeans.  He drew in a sharp breath and tried to calm the heat that ate its way through him as she apologized in a husky voice.  

“I’m sorry.  I didn’t realize that you were . . . so close.”

Oh, he was close, all right.  It would only take one stroke from her fist for him to shoot the moon.  He gritted his teeth.  “Lie down.”

“I’m not having sex with—”

“No, dammit!  We are not having sex!”  He didn’t know if he was yelling at her or himself.  Thinking he had frightened her, he started to apologize when she came right back at him.

“Well, how the heck do I know that?  I’m naked!” He could feel the shift of air as her hands waved.  “You’re obviously naked.  And sex is usually what happens when two people are alone in a bedroom naked.”

He released a frustrated sigh.  “Granted.  But it’s not going to happen with us.”

“Why?”

He could’ve lied, but concealed by darkness, he chose not to.  “Because then I wouldn’t be a fucked-up pervert.  I’d just be a loser who has to pay for sex.  Now please lie down.”  

“Fine.”  

The thump of butt to mattress made his anger leave, but none of his desire. Especially when he heard the wisp of skin against the satin of the duvet.  He could picture her now.  Awkwardly stretched out on the bed like she had been the other night.  But now she was naked.  Completely naked.  And all his.

He should’ve return to the chair.  He was too close.  But maybe this would be the final test.  If he could resist when a naked woman was only inches away, it would prove that he had control over his body.  

And hers.

“Scoot over,” he said.  “I’m not going to touch you.  I’m just going to lie next to you.”  He waited to hear her shifting before he lowered himself to the bed.  The satin still held her heat.  But rather than further ignite him, it calmed him enough that he was able to roll to his side and face her.

“Now I want you to close your eyes and touch yourself.  And everywhere you touch, I want you to tell me what you feel . . . everything that you feel.”

Cuff Me Blast & Giveaway with Lauren Layne

Cuff Me

New York's Finest #3

By: Lauren Layne

Releasing March 29, 2016

Forever

Blurb

Vincent knows he's not the most charming of the Moretti brothers. He prefers brooding to flirting, reading to talking, and he sure as hell isn't about to give into his mother's insistence that he 'settle down with a nice girl.' Luckily, Vincent's gig as one of the NYPD's top homicide detectives keeps him busy. As does his long-time partner, Jill Henley–a tough-as-nails cop with the face of an angel and smart mouth that makes Vincent crazy in all the worst ways. 

After six years of working the homicide beat with the tight-lipped Vincent Moretti, Jill figure she knows him better than anyone. Which is not at all. But when their most recent case points to a potential serial-killer situation, the higher-ups send them on a rare undercover mission to a place no NYPD officer dares go: the Upper Eastside. 

Now the bureau's most antagonistic set of partners is posing as Mr. and Mrs. Brooks of Park Avenue. Spending 24/7 in the suspect's territory brings them closer and closer to their killer . . . and closer to each other. Soon Vincent and Jill are playing good cop/bad cop in and out of bed, and Jill's falling hard. But can she convince Vincent to give her a shot as partner in life, as well as at the bureau?

Link to Follow Blast:http://www.tastybooktours.com/2016/02/cuff-me-new-yorks-finest-3-by-lauren.html

Goodreads Link:https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/25862018-cuff-me 

Goodreads Series Link: https://www.goodreads.com/series/142511-new-york-s-finest

Buy Links:  Amazon | B & N | Google Play | iTunes | Kobo

Author Info

Lauren Layne is the USA Today Bestselling author of more than a dozen contemporary romance novels.

Prior to becoming an author, Lauren worked in e-commerce and web-marketing. A year after moving from Seattle to NYC to pursue a writing career, she had a fabulous agent and multiple New York publishing deals. 

Lauren currently lives in Manhattan with her husband and plus-sized Pomeranian. When not writing, you'll likely find her running (rarely), reading (sometimes), or at happy hour (often).

Author Links Website | Facebook | Twitter | Goodreads | Instagram | Pinterest

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Excerpt 

There’s something wrong with a man that grins like that at a crime scene.” 

Detective Vincent Moretti glanced up from where he’d been studying the gunshot wound of the vic and glared at the officer who’d been shadowing him for the past three months. 

“I wasn’t grinning.” 

Detective Tyler Dansen never paused in scribbling in the black notebook he carried everywhere. “You were definitely grinning.” 

“Nope.” 

Dansen glanced up. “Fine. Maybe not grinning. But I’m one hundred percent sure I saw you smile.” 

“How about you be one hundred percent sure about who shot this guy instead?” Vincent said irritably. 

Dansen returned his attention to his damn notebook, but he didn’t look particularly chagrined by Vin’s reprimand. 

Oh, what Vin wouldn’t give to go back to those early days when all he’d had to do was look at Dansen, and the kid practically dropped into a deferential bow. 

Three months of spending every workday in each other’s company had the newly minted detective acting nearly as impudent as Vincent’s actual partner. 

Nearly being an important distinction, because Vincent didn’t think they made ’em sassier, more stubborn, or more annoying than Detective Jill Henley. 

And he would know. They’d been partners for six long years, and their pairing up as partners was proof of God’s sense of humor. 

Jill Henley was Vincent’s opposite in every way. 

Jill was chipper, charming, and smiley. 

Vincent was... none of those things. 

Especially not the last one. Although, if he was being really honest with himself, Dansen may have been right about Vincent cracking a smile earlier. 

It’s not that Vin was immune to death. There was absolutely nothing humorous about a man lying cold in his own blood and guts, dead from a gunshot wound to the stomach. 

But after six years as a homicide DT for the NYPD, one learned to compartmentalize. To let the brain occasionally go somewhere else other than death even as you were staring straight at it. 

It was the only way to survive. Otherwise it was nothing but puking and nightmares. 

And speaking of puking... 

Vincent stood and gave Detective Dansen a once-over. 

“If you’re gonna barf, do it outside,” he said, just to needle the younger man. 

Dansen threw his arms up in exasperation. “That was one time. One time! And I hear it happens to everyone on their first day.” 

“Didn’t happen to me.” 

“That’s because you’re a machine,” Dansen muttered under his breath. 

Vincent didn’t respond to this. It was nothing he hadn’t heard before. Robot. Machine. Automaton. 

He just didn’t know what people expected him to do about it. 

In the movies, there was always some reason for the semi-mechanical, unfeeling action hero. 

Either a dead wife, an abusive past, or some other sort of jacked-up emotional history. But Vincent had always sort of figured he’d been born this way. Quiet. Reserved. Broody. 

It’s not that he didn’t feel. Of course he did. He just didn’t feel out loud. He wasn’t sure that he really knew how to, and wasn’t sure he wanted to learn.