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31 July 2017

Cover Reveal ~ Wicked Envy, Wicked Horse Vegas #3, by Sawyer Bennett

I am excited to bring you the next cover in the Wicked Horse Vegas Series by New York Times, Wall Street Journal and USA Today bestselling author Sawyer Bennett.

Get ready for Wicked Envy!

The Wicked Horse Vegas promises to fulfill your darkest desires,while leaving you with your greatest pleasures. Stop by and visit The Wicked Horse Vegas with the release of Wicked Envy, coming October 27, 2017!


The best of friends.

Two men. One woman.

A sinful playground called The Wicked Horse.

Entrepreneur turned millionaire, Dane Hawthorne, has been known to get his kicks at The Wicked Horse Vegas, and he has no shortage of beautiful women waiting for a shot at him. Driven to succeed, no matter if he’s in the boardroom or the bedroom, Dane never backs down from a challenge.

Avril Carrigan isn’t the type of woman to take risks in her personal life but after a broken heart and too much liquid courage, Avril decides to best way to get over one man, is to get under another. Looking to experience all the debauchery she’s heard about from her best friend and business partner, Dane, she requests one thing of him—take her to The Wicked Horse.

The request seems simple. One friend helping another in her time of need. But now that they’ve crossed the threshold, things aren’t as easy as they once seemed. Not only is Dane looking at Avril in a new light, but so is their other business partner and best friend, Andrew Collings. As Dane’s envy blooms, he wonders if he made the right decision when he agreed to show Avril his wicked world.

What happens when the lines of friendship are blurred and boundaries are crossed? Will their relationships survive or will jealousy tear them all apart?


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About The Author

A reformed trial lawyer from North Carolina, Sawyer uses real life experience to create relatable, sexy stories that appeal to a wide array of readers. From new adult to erotic contemporary romance, Sawyer writes something for just about everyone.

Sawyer likes her Bloody Marys strong, her martinis dirty, and her heroes a combination of the two. When not bringing fictional romance to life, Sawyer is a chauffeur, stylist, chef, maid, and personal assistant to a very active toddler, as well as full-time servant to two adorably naughty dogs. She believes in the good of others, and that a bad day can be cured with a great work-out, cake, or a combination of the two.


Cover Reveal ~ Palm South University: Season 3 by Kandi Steiner


Palm South University: Season 3
Author: Kandi Steiner
Release Date: Aug 10, 2017

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Drama. Lies. Sex.

Welcome to Palm South University.

The weather isn’t the only thing heating up in South Florida. At a school where fraternities and sororities don’t exactly play by the rules, relationships are bound to be tested. Parties and sex are definitely key ingredients in the Palm South recipe, but what happens when family issues, secret lives, and unrequited love get tossed in the mix?

Follow Cassie, Bear, Jess, Skyler, Erin, Ashlei, and Adam as they tackle college at a small, private beach town university. Written in television drama form, each episode of this serial will pull you deeper and deeper into the world of PSU.

Where the sun is hot and the clothes are scarce, anything can happen.



Kandi Steiner is a bestselling author and whiskey connoisseur living in Tampa, FL. Best known for writing “emotional rollercoaster” stories, she loves bringing flawed characters to life and writing about real, raw romance — in all its forms. No two Kandi Steiner books are the same, and if you’re a lover of angsty, emotional, and inspirational reads, she’s your gal.

An alumna of the University of Central Florida, Kandi graduated with a double major in Creative Writing and Advertising/PR with a minor in Women’s Studies. She started writing back in the 4th grade after reading the first Harry Potter installment. In 6th grade, she wrote and edited her own newspaper and distributed to her classmates. Eventually, the principal caught on and the newspaper was quickly halted, though Kandi tried fighting for her “freedom of press.” She took particular interest in writing romance after college, as she has always been a die hard hopeless romantic, and likes to highlight all the challenges of love as well as the triumphs.

When Kandi isn’t writing, you can find her reading books of all kinds, talking with her extremely vocal cat, and spending time with her friends and family. She enjoys live music, traveling, anything heavy in carbs, beach days, movie marathons, craft beer and sweet wine — not necessarily in that order.


Blog Tour ~ Risqué Pleasure, A Thrill Seeking Relationship #2, by Ray Sostre

Risqué Pleasure
Series: A Thrill Seeking Relationship #2
Author: Ray Sostre
Genre: Adult, Erotic Ménage Romance
Published: June 27, 2017

When Johanne Courier finds about her husband’s infidelity, she decides to take charge of her life. In doing so she has an affair of her own with Jean Dorcel, the fiancé of her husband’s mistress. Johanne and Jean spend a weekend together, where erotic fantasies are fulfilled. After sharing a weekend of indulgence and pleasure, what lies ahead for these betrayed lovers?

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Risqué Pleasure Excerpt © Ray Sostre 2017

The two arrived back in Montreal. Johanne was already turned on by Jean’s dirty fantasies, and all the things he wanted to do to her. She loved it. She still couldn’t believe she’d shared an erotic conversation with someone she had just met, and that he’d been willing to fulfill some. Johanne was more than willing to participate in his sexual fantasies; even try a few things she had never done. If there was anything Jean had promised her, it was to give her the excitement the two had been longing for.

When they arrived at her place, Jean parked the car in the garage. She lived in a five-story building just outside of downtown. Once inside, they rode the elevator up to her floor. Johanne lived at the very top. The ride back home had her all hot and bothered; she couldn’t wait to get naked with him. When they arrived at her condo, the two were in each other’s arms.

Johanne kissed him wildly. She felt herself being pinned against the wall, while his hands wandered over her body. His hand then reached over her breasts, and the two exchanged a lustful, demanding kiss that could’ve lasted a lifetime. Johanne was hungry for him, burning with need. She felt herself turning around, and pinning Jean against the wall, and Johanne felt like she was taking charge. She felt her ass being cradled by his touch. The way his tongue moved inside her had her thinking of other places where his tongue could be.

Then she broke away from her kiss and said. “Let’s go to the bedroom. It’s much more comfortable.”

Jean let out a chuckle. “You know, we could do it anywhere.”

New York born, East Coast raised, and West Coast bound.
Writing erotica happened by accident in the summer of 2010.

He lives in Nevada with his long-time girlfriend, is an avid listener of electronica, and has constantly joked: “I’m always looking for writing material.”




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Book Blitz - Out Too Far, Love Overboard #3, by Andrea K. Stein and Sawyer Stone


Out Too Far
The Love Overboard Series Book 3
by Andrea K. Stein and Sawyer Stone


Rania Elsaeid is the brilliant engineer aboard the 115-foot yacht, the Bonnie Blue. She’s also a deadly, well-trained security guard. She keeps her cool when everything around her heats up.

Morris “Moj” Johnston, internationally famous music producer, is on a much-needed vacation cruise through the islands of the Indian Ocean. He’s not looking for love but trying to heal a broken heart.

When Moj meets Rania, everything changes. Suddenly they find themselves on the run from pirates, lost on a deserted island, and dangerously close to going…Out Too Far.



Excerpt

Chapter One

15º35'00"N, 73º44'00"E
April 10, 2016
Arjuna Beach, Goa, India

Rania Elsaeid stood with her arms crossed and her brow furrowed. After all she'd been through in her life, crowds made her nervous, and every eye seemed to linger on her a little too long. She didn't like the undulating concert mob packing Arjuna Beach, and the damn sand kept getting in her sandals.

One good thing, the ocean blew a nice cool breeze over her face and the sweating bodies swaying to the music below the flashing lights.

In the VIP section in front of the stage, it wasn’t so crowded. Behind Rania, in the vast festival admission area, the brightly colored bodies were packed in tight.

This wasn’t her scene. She didn’t like pop music, from any continent. She was there only to guard Captain Lindsay Fisher and her celebrity chef boyfriend, Alton Maura. But Rania had made it clear she was more engineer than security guard. Too many times working for Global Security at high-profile events, she'd been photographed, and that would only lead to trouble.

Rania stood behind Alton and Lindsay so she could keep watch on them. Alton was easy to guard. He was so tall and blond. His muscled arm circled Lindsay’s shoulders, keeping her close. Her hair color was similar to Alton’s, cut short in a cute bob.

Rania wore a dress that gave her plenty of movement and hid the thigh holster where she kept her Sig Sauer P320 9mm Subcompact pistol. Goa, India, wasn’t exactly the safest place, even when it wasn’t packed with fifty thousand revelers.

Arjuna Beach had been transformed. A stage rose above the normally pristine stretch of sand where the Indian pop star Shreya Ghoshal shared the spotlight with Sia. Both sang, backed by dozens of musicians, as David Guetta mixed beats from his elevated DJ stand.

Sia’s trademark white wig covered her eyes, but the huge black bow haloing her head was even more distracting. Shreya Ghoshal sparkled, amazing in a ruby-red sari and chandelier earrings.

While Goa was known for its beach-party rave scene, the Moj Majestic International Music Festival had taken the venue to a new level: The usual ratty ravers were overwhelmed by India’s middle class, young people who came from every part of the country, from Tamil Nadu to the Punjab. All had come to see the top musicians from India and around the world. Katy Perry had been the opening act, followed by a who’s who of the India pop charts - Rahat Ali Fateh Khan, Arijit Singh, and Sunidhi Chauhan. It was a dream concert for the subcontinent.

Food stalls fanned out along both sides of the performance arena. The smell of deep-fried peppers served in newspaper cones mingled with incense burning at unseen altars offering pooja to the millions of Indian gods. The odor from the crowd offered its own spicy perfume, people in their best clothes and best scents. British teens with dreadlocks danced with Indian girls in maroon, mauve, and golden punjabis, their scarves whirling. Bindis sparkled from the girls' foreheads above radiant smiles. Danish women, blonde and barely dressed, swayed with Nigerians in agbadas, long shirts over baggy pants.

And then there were the Mumbai hipsters, young Indian men with five o’clock shadows, shirts unbuttoned and wearing sunglasses, even in the dark. Undoubtedly, most were there to posture and be seen. But others had their sunglasses pushed up into their thick, dark hair and were picking through the mob, looking for marks.

Hawkers meandered, selling light sticks, bottles of water, and drugs of every description. And of course, along the edges were the beggars, signs of India’s crushing poverty.

When Alton bought a bottle of water, Rania leaned in. “Check the seal. A lot of times, they take empty bottles and refill them with Goa tap water. You don’t want that.”

Alton wiggled the cap, which came off easily. “Thanks, Rania. Nice tip.”

She nodded, feeling a little better. Still, she did not want to be there. She wanted to be in a quiet place on the beach, sipping a mango lassi that wouldn’t leave her infected with some horrific parasite.

Shreya Ghoshal yelled into the microphone, something in Hindi, then waved goodbye as Sia, backed by David Guetta, launched into song. This one must’ve been popular, because the crowd thundered around her in shouts and whistles.

A guy in a soccer jersey with Germany’s colors pressed into Rania and threw her a very stoned smile. His eyes looked several shades gone. He bent close and yelled, “Sia and David Guetta, so good!” Good came out sounding a lot like gut.

He danced into her and she moved away. He followed, weaving.

She tried to distance herself while staying close to Lindsay and Alton, but Herr Deutschland weaved closer. He wasn’t getting the hint.

Rania beckoned to him. He bent forward like a puppy for a bone. “You think I’m pretty, yes?”

He backed away, nodding, smiling even bigger. He muttered a long sentence in German.

Again, she waved him closer and fixed a machine-gun stare on his face.

“I may be pretty, but I'm not interested. Do you understand me?” Her words shot out like bullets.

His smile tripped off his face, and he looked confused.

She ended his confusion. “Go find someone else.”

He tried to dance casually away. Instead, he dropped all pretense and hurried off. She didn't feel a bit bad.

Sia sang a last chorus and then yelled out across the sweating crowd, “Thank you, Goa. We love you! I have to go, but Cloude is up next!”

David Guetta threw out his own goodbye, and the pair left the stage. The crowd murmured and continued to sway, awaiting the next act.

Lindsay cocked her head at Rania.

“I see you had an admirer," she shouted over the din of the crowd. "One of many, but most of the guys don’t have the courage to come close.”

“Sober, he wouldn’t have had the courage, either. It was drugs. Drugs drive men to me,” Rania joked.

“Not true!” Alton said loudly. “It’s just your impossibly high standards. Come on, cut my gender some slack. We aren’t all bad.”

“No, not all of you are bad,” Rania agreed. She thought of her father, so unlike most Egyptian men. She'd found other good men. However, her troubled past always seemed to choke the relationships dead.

“What did you say to the German?” Lindsay asked.

“I said I wasn’t interested,” Rania said. “He took me seriously.”

“As he should,” Lindsay said.

Rania frowned. Several cameras or phones flashed pictures of the concert; two teens stuck out their tongues to take selfies.

While the chances were slim, if her image hit the Internet, she'd be in serious trouble. It was time to make her exit, but how? She was supposed to be guarding Lindsay and Alton.

Lindsay might've seen Rania's discomfort, but it was Alton who said something.

"Rania, if you aren't feeling the vibe, you don't need to stick around. I'm big and Lindsay is mean. We can handle ourselves."

"Are you sure?" Rania asked. "I came to keep you safe, but I can’t save you from your bad taste in music.”

Alton made a face. "Oh, please, this is the concert of a lifetime."

Rania didn't respond. She was just happy she could jet.

Lindsay, though, had other ideas.

“Don’t go yet. Moj is on next. He’s coming out to talk to the crowd and introduce Cloude. You should see them since they'll be our passengers for the next month."

“Fine,” Rania agreed. “I’ll stay for Moj. I would like to skip Cloude's performance. I've heard her songs. I’m embarrassed for her.”

“Don’t say that around Moj,” Alton said. “He’s her producer and he can’t stop making hits. Everything he touches turns platinum.”

“Right,” Rania said. “He’s not the pop star, but he produces pop stars.”

“Like P. Diddy or Dr. Dre.” Alton grinned.

"Definitely not my kind of music," Rania said.

The crowd cheered and pointed when a tall African-American man in tight jeans and a purple silk shirt, unbuttoned and showcasing his sculpted abs, strutted onstage. Over that chest hung a simple gold necklace with two rings attached. Wedding rings. Diamonds winked from both his earlobes, and his head was completely shaved.

But it was his eyes, those long-lashed eyes, so gorgeous, so powerful, that drew Rania to him. She couldn’t look away. She tried and failed, unable to ignore a warmth starting low in her belly.

She couldn’t look at him long enough to satisfy some forgotten need.

That need had to stay repressed. She was not going to get involved in any kind of shipboard romance, and not with some nightmare celebrity producer who was dating a teenager.

No.

If that were true, why couldn’t she pull herself away?

* * *

Morris Johnston, otherwise known as Moj, pulled a blank and couldn’t think of a single thing to say to the crowd. He stood at the microphone, caught in the spell of the woman in the VIP section standing near Lindsay and Alton.

This woman, who was she?

Green eyes glittered from a face framed by dark hair the color of a midnight after party, and skin so clear he wanted to eat caviar off her. What the hell?

She wasn’t Caucasian; no, something about the shape of her nose and the slight dusk of her skin, but where was she from?

Probably India, since the women here were so gorgeous; but she didn’t look Indian. Maybe Middle Eastern?

Wherever she was from, she was beyond beautiful. His heart stopped, his brain seized, and he had nothing for the fifty thousand people waiting for his next words.

“We love you, Moj!” someone yelled.

It snapped him back to his performance.

“Love you, too,” he said in his easy style. He came across cool. Inside, though, the guilt was already starting. He shouldn’t be looking at a woman like that. Not yet.

Moj fell into the scripted words, each one carefully chosen by his publicist. “If you love me, you’ll love Cloude. You know her from the Family Laugh Channel's Wild Willamina. Now Cloude is all grown up and ready for the world.”

His protégé, a thin nineteen-year-old model turned actress turned wannabe pop star stepped out in a shining diamond dress that accentuated the swell of her breasts and the curve of her hips. She was thin but not so much you wouldn’t know how much of a woman she was. And the boobs were real.

Although Cloude's blonde hair glowed from the lights, her smile was what dazzled the audience. That smile, her best feature, had made her millions.

But she wanted more. She’d come to Moj to take the wannabe out of her wannabe pop star status. He took it as a challenge.

And they had an understanding beyond that, an understanding that kept Moj somewhat sane.

Cloude sashayed close and kissed his cheek.

Moj followed his publicist’s orders, took her in his arms, and gave her a big hug. He couldn’t kiss her, not in India, where the rules of decorum were strict, even at concerts. Even though he was thirty-nine, and she could’ve been his daughter, the illusion was what the world expected, and Moi had learned to give the world what it wanted.

“You ready, baby?” Moj asked.

She sighed spitefully and whispered low, just for him. “Following Sia and David Guetta? You have got to be kidding me. I should’ve been their warm-up act. This is bullshit, Moj.”

“Keep it clean, baby,” Moj said, then whirled her around. He leaned into the microphone and busted out in perfect Italian, “Noi riprodurre un brano, Maestro!

All the Italians hooted. His publicist hated it when he spoke Italian. It crushed the “street” reputation she’d been trying to nurture. He thought her idea was ridiculous and slightly racist. He wasn’t some Tampa Bay street kid. Far from it.

The beats fell like fat raindrops, and Cloude snatched up the microphone, launching into her single, “Love Isn’t Love.”

Moj hurried off the stage. He’d done his bit.

His publicist, Bronwyn Hackshaw, grabbed him when he wasn’t even down the steps backstage. Security guards stood at a roped perimeter packed with fans, hawkers, and beggars. Luxurious tents for the superstars rose from the sand among strings of lights. Fans with backstage passes wandered around, starstruck.

Moj couldn't see the ocean, but he could smell it sweeping through the incense, crowd sweat, and fried foods. He loved those fried peppers, sizzling and seconds out of the grease. Getting them hot was the key. You didn’t eat cold food in India, unless you wanted to get sick.

He sniffed the air and caught the scent of something, a spice, garam masala. Indian food was amazing, and he loved all the vegetarian dishes. Although he was a carnivore, Fiona had shown him a whole new world of cuisine, mostly vegetables. Thinking of her made him ache. Dammit.

“Water,” Moj said, and one of the gophers slipped a green Pellegrino into his hand. Moj cracked open the bottle and drank the whole thing despite the carbonated sting.

Most of the time, sparkling water was all he drank. He’d grown up seeing what alcohol could do to people.

“Moj, you know this is a mistake,” Bronwyn said. She was a tall, severe woman who loved her phone like some people loved Jesus. Even while she was talking to Moj, he heard her phone explode with texts and messages and calls.

Moj drifted over to the fence line and started signing CDs and posters and pictures for the waiting people. He smiled at the fans, and they shivered being so near the music producer Rolling Stone said was more Motown than Motown, a hitmaker for the new millennium. Webzine SPIN claimed he could turn anyone into a pop star.

They were referring to Cloude. Poor Cloude.

Bronwyn wouldn’t relent. She followed along after him. “Moj, I know this part is important, but can we talk? Really talk?”

“Nothing to talk about,” Moj said, stepping back from the fence. “This is the last one of these things I’m going to be doing for a month. Period. I’m taking a month off.”

A fan caught his eye, a good-looking Indian guy, perfect hair, perfect shadowy beard. They nodded at each other.

The guy seemed more fan than hipster. He turned three shades of purple and stood there stupidly.

“Not a complete month,” Bronwyn said. “We have a photo shoot in a couple of weeks in the Seychelles. Have you been there?”

“I’ve been everywhere,” Moj said. “Fiona liked to travel.”

“No,” Bronwyn snapped. “You don’t say the f-word. You and I both know talking about her only makes it worse. I’ll give up on the photo shoot if you give up on this cruise thing. How many islands are you going to? Maldives, Seychelles, Mauritius, Reunion? Isn’t that a bit much? I mean, you’ve seen one strip of jungle dirt in the middle of the ocean, you’ve seen them all.”

“I’m taking time off, and I’m taking it on the Bonnie Blue,” Moj said. “Try and stop me, Bronwyn, and you’ll find yourself out of a job.”

Moj pushed forward. A couple of Sikh teens in turbans and wispy beards turned their phones to take selfies with him. He grinned and played the part.

The Indian guy had waited patiently for his turn. He held up a Seventh Generation CD, a boy band Moj had taken from the bottom of the charts to the top. There wasn’t a tween in the world who didn’t just love 7G.

Moj signed it in a flourish. “Aren’t you a little old for this?”

The guy’s face turned quizzical. His voice came out with the lilt of a South African accent. Not a local.

“Music doesn’t have an age, right? I love Seventh Generation. 7G forever. But only what you produce. Their first album was a waste.”

“Yeah, man, I was being a dick,” Moj said. “Sorry.” He gestured over at Bronwyn. “Give this guy one of the promos for 7G, Bronwyn. Please and thank you. I have to go say hi to Lindsay and Alton.”

And find that woman, Moj thought. I have to see her again.

Moj started to walk away along the side of the stage, to get to the VIP section, but again, Bronwyn was in his face.

“Yes, sir, you got it, no problem. But you can’t walk out there alone. You know this is not…you know…this isn’t…” she mouthed the word A-mer-ic-a. All four syllables.

Moj grabbed one of his own personal security guards, Jeffrey something, who was chatting with Val Kendrick, supermodel and ubiquitous celebrity. Val's long dark hair reminded him of the woman he'd seen in the crowd, and though Val had a face created to break hearts, the other woman had been prettier in a rougher, tougher sort of way.

Val applied her dazzling smile to him, and he couldn't help but smile back. He and Val went way back.

"Cloude sounds good, Moj," Val said. "You should double her vocal coach's salary."

Moj rolled his eyes. "Come on, Val, the kid has heart. Besides, you dissing her makes me think you're jealous."

Val matched his eye roll with her own. She was younger. It came off better.

"Please. Word on the street says Cloude likes girls. And we both know you aren't over Fiona yet."

"Maybe, maybe not," Moj said easily. "Regardless, Cloude and I are together. So stop with the flirting."

Val gave him a long look, kissed Jeffrey on the cheek, then strutted to her superstar tent. She turned to give him a smoldering look. "See you later, Moj. Bronwyn booked me for the Seychelles photo shoot, and you better bring your 'A' game."

"'A,' 'B,' and 'C,'" Moj pursed his lips and nodded. "You know me. I can play all the games."

Val ducked through the silken flaps and was gone.

Jeffrey cleared his throat. "About the kiss, sir, nothing is going on there."

That made Moj laugh.

"Don't worry. I know about Val and what she does with her kisses. Not that I've experienced it firsthand, but I know it don't mean a thing, not to her and not to me."

Jeffrey let out a sigh of relief.

Moj slapped his bodyguard on the back and then followed him through the secret passage under the stage and out a side door.

More fans crowded forward, as did Lindsay and Alton.

But the green-eyed girl? The gorgeous woman with the raven hair?

She was gone.

Moj laughed at his disappointment. And yet, that disappointment also brought on the guilt. That guilt, every time, no matter how far he traveled and no matter how happy he made the world with music.

He hoped his month sailing around the Indian Ocean on the Bonnie Blue would help him with all the memories, so sharp, that cut so deep, no matter how many of these publicity tours he did, no matter how many platinum records hung on the walls of his mansion in L.A., no matter how many music critics called him the new Berry Gordy.

It just didn’t matter, not after what had happened with Fiona.


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About Andrea K. Stein

Andrea K. Stein’s daddy was a trucker, her momma was an artist, and she's a scribbler. The stories just spilled out—the pony escaped, the window magically shattered. Not her fault. Twenty years as a journalist couldn't stifle the yarns. Yacht delivery up and down the Caribbean only increased the flow. Now those tales celebrate romance on the high seas. As a sailing captain and instructor since 1996, she's logged nearly 30,000 miles to destinations around the world. She now lives in the Rocky Mountains and is the author of four historical sailing romances available on Amazon.com.


About Sawyer Stone

Sawyer Stone grew up dreaming of far-off cities and far-flung continents even though those exotic locations seemed way out of reach. But the dreams of travel and love never left. It wasn’t long before Sawyer walked the alleys of Istanbul, watched the sunsets from the island of Santorini, trekked the Himalayas, and dove through shipwrecks in the Andaman Sea. Now, while still traveling, Sawyer writes all kinds of books under all kinds of names. The world needs more stories about quirky characters falling in love.

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30 July 2017

Release Blitz & Review ~ Mr. Right-Now by Lila Monroe


Mr. Right-Now
Author: Lila Monroe
Genre: Romantic Comedy
Release Date: July 30, 2017


Blurb

“I’m face-down in forty glorious inches of well-endowed cake, seriously reassessing my life choices, when suddenly I hear it. The voice that launched a thousand teenage boy-band dreams. My #1 crush, Drew Delaney himself.”

Ten years ago, Drew was boy-band royalty: the subject of a million teenage fantasies - and the guy next door. He was so far out of my league, I couldn’t see him for stars, but now I’m back in town for our high-school reunion, guess who I run into but Mr. Right-Now himself…

Older. Hotter. And still sexy enough to make me forget about the glittery white frosting currently smeared across my chest.

Sparks are flying, and so are my panties, and soon, our trip down memory lane has taken a detour to ‘oh my god, don’t stop!’. Population: me.

But can I turn Mr. Right-Now into Mr. Forever? Or will crazed fans, vicious yoga moms, and three dozen c#ck-sicles (don’t ask) doom our romance to the ‘Where are they now?’ section of MTV’s greatest hits?

You’ll be begging for a taste of Lila Monroe’s new sexy, laugh-out-loud summer romance!



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Review

Lila Monroe is back with a fun, witty, sassy rom-com that will knock your socks off and wanting to rock out to your favorite boy bands.

Maggie Hayes is back home after her business failed to regroup and come up with a plan to get her dreams back on track.

Drew Delaney is back home making this is home base for his production company.

A unlikely chance encounter brings these two former neighbors back together. Yet this time Drew sees Maggie is a whole different light.

Maggie always though Drew was sexy and even crushed on him way back in the day, so finally getting to live out her deepest fantasy with Drew is like a dream come true.

But just as their relationship heats up and possibly on the verge of something deeper, life throws a curve ball that could spell disaster for this couple.

So will they part and think of this a brief fling? Or will they fight for what could be their forever love?

Oh my goodness! I'm noting gonna lie, I always get excited when a Lila Monroe book lands on my ereader. So when I picked up Mr. Right-Now I did a little happy dance, grabbed a glass of wine, and settled down to get lost in Lila's words. And hours later with wine not drunk, my sides hurt from laughing, and in despite need of a cold shower (FYI ~ Drew is hot, hot, hot!), I am completely satisfied and head over heels in love with this book.

I connected with Maggie and loved how feisty she is. She may be down on her luck, but she keeps her head held high and sets about finding a way to make her dreams come true once again. I thoroughly enjoyed her witty banter with Drew, her sister Lulu, and friend/Drew's sister McKenna. And the camo by Ruby was fun little tidbit.

Drew is just down right yummy. He's got the looks for sure, but there's more to him than that. He's got a big heart that has been willing to help anyone in need. He loyal to those around him even if those people don't have his best interest at heart. Add in the fact that he's sweet (yes sweet!), funny, talented, and an all-around nice guy. Seriously, I dare you not to fall in love with him!

Lila is a storyteller you know will deliver a story full of hilarity, heart, soul, and passion. And Mr. Right-Now has all that pack into a very sexy cover.

So if you're looking for a read that will leave you satisfied and yearning for an alcohol infused cupcake, then I highly recommend you pick up Mr. Right-Now! Heck, even if you aren't one for an alcohol infused cupcake I'd still recommend you pick Mr. Right-Now. Either way, don't deny yourself from reading this rip-roaring book.


Author Bio

Combining her love of writing, sex and well-fitted suits, Lila Monroe wrote The Billionaire Bargain. Lila enjoys writing, as it gives her a flexible schedule to spend time with her kids and a wonderful excuse to avoid them. She lives in Los Angeles with her husband, who strips out of his well-fitted suits nightly.

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Release Blitz ~ Sapphire, Bratva Jewels #1, by J A Low


Sapphire
Series: Bratva Jewels #1
Author: J A Low
Publisher: Hachette Australia
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release Date: July 30, 2017


Blurb

An unconventional love is tested to its limits in this completely immersive dark ménage suspense, for fans of JL Perry and Pepper Winters.

Mateo is used to being in the spotlight, he craves it in everything he does . . . except when it comes to his love life - that is firmly in the closet.

Tomas shuns the spotlight, the one he was born into, he wants nothing to do with it or his high-flying family who now reject him for his choices in love.

But Tomas’ and Mateo’s carefully constructed lives are turned inside out when they discover a beautiful, battered woman on their doorstep. The woman with the sapphire eyes has no memory of who she is or how she got there. She doesn't know about the Bratva Jewels – the Russian mafia’s most desired escorts – or how her story intersects with theirs. Can Tomas and Mateo help her remember before the men who are after her find her first?

The first standalone book in the Bratva Jewels series from the author of the Dirty Texas books, JA Low.



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Author Bio

JA Low lives in Canberra, Australia. When she's not writing steamy scenes, she's tending to her husband and two sons, and dreaming up the next epic romance. Jess is the author of the Dirty Texas series and the Bratva Jewels series.

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Release Tour & Giveaway ~ A Daring Desire, Dare Menage #4, by Jeanne St. James


A Daring Desire
Dare Menage Series Book 4
by Jeanne St. James
Genre: Adult MFM Romance



Take two defense attorneys, add one troubled NFL QB who needs them, and what do you get? A threesome of hot, sexy conflict.

Gryff Ward made a serious mistake when he hired the hot-as-hell defense attorney Rayne Jordan as an associate in his high-profile legal firm, even though she’s one of the best. Now he’s struggling to keep it professional, especially when she insists on calling him “Boss.”

Rayne’s been attracted to the firm's top attorney ever since her interview. And she’s well aware that calling the conservative man “Boss” drives him crazy…in a very good way.

Add Trey Holloway, their newest client, a troubled NFL quarterback, into the mix. Tension arises when it’s clear that both Gryff and Trey want Rayne and Gryff is willing to fight for her. However, Trey doesn’t hide the fact that he wants Gryff too.

Now Gryff’s having a hard time fighting not only his attraction to Rayne but to another man. Even though he stubbornly refuses to admit his deepest, darkest desires.

Then Rayne takes control. She’s determined to have them both in not only her bed but her life, and she won’t give up until she does.

Note: This book in the series can be read as standalone. It includes an HEA ending. It is intended for audiences over 18 years of age since it includes explicit sexual scenes between all three characters.






Rayne’s eyes slid sideways to the man in her passenger seat. No doubt he was feeling good. She then peeked in her rearview mirror. And so was the one in the back.

The later the evening became, the looser the men became. Not that Trey needed any help, but Gryff? Yeah, he needed the booze to get the stick out of his ass and contemplate Trey’s suggestion of the three of them hooking up.

Amazingly enough, Trey had talked them into going back to his place. It surprised her when Gryff agreed. Still, she had no idea where things would go from there.

But whatever happened tonight, she was all in. How could she not be? Two handsome, hot, successful men. Anyone in their right mind wouldn’t say no. Of course not.

The only issue looming? Gryff was her boss and Trey her client. That may be not only an issue, but a big one. And possibly the fact that she was the only one a hundred percent sober. Not that either of the men were sloppy or falling down drunk, but they both seemed loose and happy. Besides, it was nice to see Gryff like that. The more he smiled and laughed, the more Rayne couldn’t help but fall for him.

Which, again, reminded her of the not-so-small matter of him being her boss. Damn.

He didn’t stick his dick in company ink.

No, that wasn’t right.

He didn’t stick his pen in company pussy.

Nope. Not right either.

Well, either way, it was too late. His cock had been inside her and they both had liked it. Really liked it. Once wasn’t enough for her. And from what she could tell, not enough for him either.





Are you looking for a read that will cause you to overheat and leave you yearning for more?

Then I highly recommend you pick up A Daring Desire.

I enjoyed A Daring Desire from start to finish. The sexual tension grabs you right from the get go and it only builds. Each individual is strong, independent, and knows what they want. When they get together the passion goes off the charts.

What I loved most is Rayne, she's a woman that know who she wants and isn't afraid to make things happen. She gets her men right where she wants them and she's one happy woman.

Gryff isn't exactly sure about Trey but he can't deny there is something there. And when he finally takes the jump, he's all in. Trey is a man on a mission when he fest lays eyes on both Rayne and Gryff and doesn't take no for answer. You can't help but love a man that isn't afraid to take a risk.

A Daring Desire is book four in the Dare Menage series, but can enjoy it without reading the previous books.

So if you like naughty, sultry, and excitement in your reads, then I highly recommend you pick up A Daring Desire and let these three make your knees weak and your panties melt.




Jeanne St. James is a best-selling erotic romance author who loves an Alpha male (or two). She was only 13 when she started writing since it gave her an escape from teenage angst! Her first paid published piece was an erotic story in Playgirl magazine. Her first erotic romance novel, Banged Up, was published in 2009. She is happily owned by farting French bulldogs. She writes M/F, M/M, and M/M/F ménages.




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