Showing posts with label new release. Show all posts
Showing posts with label new release. Show all posts

Thursday, October 12, 2017

Laurie Olerich and Koivu Release Day

Happy Release Day to our good friend and author,
Laurie Olerich! We are so excited for the release of this
3rd book in the Demons After Dark series.
We love our Primani but these boys kick it up to a whole new level of heat! How about a couple of Excerpts!

Warning: This story contains intensely hot sex, an irresistibly-damaged hero, and a damsel with a steel backbone. Have a box of tissues handy. The author takes no responsibility for missed work or grouchiness from lack of sleep.

Excerpt One:
If you take off the blindfold, you’ll never know what you’re capable of.” He tapped her arm with something narrow, icy, and hard. “Feel that? That’s my toy for tonight.” He skimmed it across her belly and asked, “Does it scare you?”
Goosebumps followed the cold, pebbling her skin. Her pulse soared. Her voice turned breathless. “Yes.”
It should.” He leaned in, stroking her lips with the tip of his tongue, licking at her, coaxing her to open for him. When she did, he plunged his tongue into her mouth, stroking rhythmically until she forgot all about fear. Breaking off the kiss, he gently caressed her cheek with the toy. She tensed up again, but he reclaimed her mouth in another blistering kiss. Pulling away at last, he said, “I swear I won’t damage you. Will you trust me, baby?”
For now.”
Sit back against the headboard, bend your legs and spread them wide.”
Her new position drew the tiny thong through the center of her cleft, digging into her delicate skin. She wriggled her ass to relieve the pressure but only tightened it more.
The bed shifted when he sat down beside her. The rough hair on his thighs brushed her knees as he moved between them. He hesitated for so long she began to squirm again. “What are you doing?” she asked, turning her head left and right.
Hold very still.” Something sharp glided beneath her bra strap. A sudden quick motion sent the strap falling down her arm. The toy was a blade. Her breath caught with a whimper. He chuckled softly and drew the cold metal across her breasts to the other bra strap. It fell too.
She jumped and a sharp point pricked her skin. She froze with a shocked gasp. She squeezed her eyes closed behind the blindfold and waited for fear to kick in, but it didn’t. Her heart pounded madly. Her breath came in pants. She wasn’t afraid at all. She was more aroused than she’d ever been.

Excerpt Two:
Yo, asshole! Let her go!” Koivu roared. He helped the guy let go of Micki by twisting his arm behind his back like a chicken wing. Walking him towards the exit, he missed the door and accidently-on-purpose slammed the guy’s face into the doorjamb once or maybe twice or possibly three times before his nose decided to bleed and Micki started shrieking in his ear.
Koivu! Stop it!” She tugged on his arm, her delicate hands barely noticeable. “You’re hurting him!”
And?” he asked. What was her point? “He was hurting you. It seems fair.”
The guy—whatever his name was—was busy trying to twist out of Koivu’s hold without breaking his own arm. Koivu simply jacked his elbow a bit higher and the struggles stopped.
She threw up her hands in exasperation and cried hoarsely, “Let him go! I just want him to leave. Okay?”
You sound terrible. Didn’t the doctor tell you to take it easy today? Yelling your head off can’t be helping your sore throat.” He felt compelled to point that out since she wasn’t following the doctor’s orders.
The guy turned his head in her direction and restarted the argument Koivu heard through the door. “Is this him? Is this the guy you’re fucking?”
And what if he is? It’s none of your damn business, Jake. You’ve got your life and I’ve got mine. Just stay away.” She blinked back tears and pointed at the door. “Please. Just stay away.”
Jake opened his trap to say something else, but Koivu was fresh out of interest. Micki was trying to keep it together, but she was shaking like a leaf, and he’d seen the tears she tried to hide. Time to end this bullshit. He jerked Jake around and shoved him through the open doorway onto the front porch. Before he dumped him into the yard, he bent closer to warn, “Come near my girl again and I’ll break you in half. Understand?”

Tink's Review
I had a chance to check this book out before it's release and I am here to tell you that you are in for a real treat. Having read the other two books in the series, I already had an affinity for Koivu, he is a overtly sexual and very sexy former demon who has a wicked sense of humor and a smoking hot body too! What's not to love, right? So I was very excited to get his story.
There is so much more to Koivu than meets the eye. In hell he was a playboy MMA legend but on earth, he is a human who looks forward to going back. When he suffers a shoulder injury, he goes to Micki for physical therapy and the attraction is instant and undeniable. Now how does he get her in his bed?
Micki, Dr. Micki Glass that is, does her level best to keep it strictly professional. She has come off of a bad relationship and doesn't want to get hurt again, and she is his therapist. Some lines you just shouldn't cross, or should you?
This book moves really fast and it has tons of interesting twists and turns. You can't help but love Koivu and you root for him and Micki throughout. You are going to love this book!

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Thursday, May 18, 2017

Jane Grey by Nina Mason blog tour

Today we're celebrating the release of Jane Grey, an historical romance in the style of the classics by Nina Mason. Set in France’s Loire Valley in 1850, Jane Grey tells the story of a frustrated painter and a beleaguered English governess who comes to France to tutor a flirtatious young heiress in the social graces. Jane Grey meets Matthew Brontë when he takes a spill from his horse near where she is walking—the same way Jane Eyre met Mr. Rochester in the book our Jane is reading at the time. Jane finds it uncannier still that Matthew is a cousin to the author of Jane Eyre.

As the weeks pass, Jane and Matthew discover they have many shared interests. They seem perfect for each other apart from one significant snag: Matthew cannot marry without forfeiting his fortune, and Jane can only marry a man with the means to support her and her dependent relations back in England.

Will the strength of Jane and Matthew’s devotion be enough to overcome this seemingly unsolvable dilemma? Or will Jane be forced to choose her duty to her family over her own greatest desire?

Jane Grey is an original work with subtle shadings borrowed from Charlotte Brontë’s Jane Eyre and Anne Brontë’s Agnes Grey.

Here’s the blurb:

Matthew Brontë, a true romantic at heart, believes the only happiness in life is to love and be loved. And yet, he fears he lacks the capacity to love…until he meets Jane Grey. Jane, a humble English governess, seems perfect for Matthew, apart from one significant snag: Jane can only marry a man of means and Matthew must give up his fortune if and when he marries.

When faced with the choice between love and money, which will each of them choose?

Here’s an excerpt:

“If you don’t mind my asking, was your relationship with the countess an affectionate one?”


Matthew’s candor pleased Jane on more than one level. “So, you didn’t love her?”

After an extended silence, he said, looking pained, “To be truthful, Miss Grey, I’ve never loved any woman—and often doubt myself capable of experiencing that most-coveted of emotions.”

His words crushed her hopes and brought more tears to her eyes. “Surely, you are wrong. For you strike me as a man of great passion.”

“I used to be.” His countenance grew even more sullen. “But now, my heart is like a tree in winter. Barren, leafless, and encrusted with ice.”

“Perhaps it will thaw when you meet the right woman,” she offered hopefully.

He brought his face very close to hers and, for a breathless moment, she thought he meant to kiss her. Instead, he said in a strained voice, “I probably should keep this to myself, but my cold heart has warmed some since making your acquaintance.”

For several hellish-yet-heavenly moments, they sat together in silence. His mouth was so close to hers she could feel his breath warming her lips. As her heart leapt toward him, her body impulsively followed. Their mouths met ever so sweetly. Then, mortified by her forwardness, she jerked back and turned away.

“Forgive me. I shouldn’t have been so presumptuous.”

“There’s nothing to forgive,” he said. “I rather liked the feel of your mouth on mine.”

She liked the feel of his, too—very much indeed—but carrying on like a common hussy would only lead to her ruin. “Perhaps we should return to the house and see if Cécile’s headache is any better.”

“Yes,” he said with audible strain. “Perhaps we should at that.”

He stood and offered her his arm. She took his coat sleeve between her gloved hands and let him lead her farther along the path. After they’d walked several paces, he said, “I don’t believe I’ve yet asked your favorite flower.”

“No, you haven’t.”

He waited a few moments before letting out a small laugh. “Will you not tell me what it is?”

“Very well.” She released a sigh. “I shall tell you. As queer as it may seem, my favorite flower is bleeding heart.”

He laughed, drew to a stop, and freed his arm from her grasp. Turning toward the bed to their right, he bent over the boxwood border and plucked several stems of the flower she’d named. Then, he offered the bouquet to her with a gallant bow. “Please allow me to offer you this humble token of my admiration.”

She accepted the flowers with joy in her heart. It was foolish, perhaps, to experience so much elation in response to so simple an offering, but no man had ever given her anything before. He’d also demonstrated tremendous compassion when she told him about her family—and had admitted to liking the brief intimacy they’d shared.

Might he have some feelings for her? Or was he just being kind? Oh—and what about his secret? She must take care not to let him turn her head, lest she end up brokenhearted when the truth came out.

Buy Jane Grey now on Amazon!

Note: Jane Grey will be 99 cents until May 21 and thereafter will revert to the regular price of $3.99.

Here’s more about the author:

Nina Mason, the author of eleven published books to date, is an incurable romantic who strives to write love stories that entertain and edify. A research fanatic, she goes to great lengths to ensure the locations and time periods in her books are accurately portrayed (and thanks the Powers That Be for the internet). Born and raised in Southern California, Ms. Mason lived in Oregon briefly before moving to Georgia, where she lives with her husband and college-bound daughter. When she isn't writing, she makes historic dolls, fairy babies, and putters in her garden.

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Wednesday, April 19, 2017

Provocative by Lisa Renee Jones


Provocative (White Lies Book One) by Lisa Renee Jones Release Date: April 18th Genre: Contemporary Romance

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Book one in the sexy and intense new White Lies duet by Lisa Renee Jones!
There are those moments in life that are provocative in their very existences, that embed in our minds forever, and sometimes our very souls. They change us, mold us, maybe even save save us. But some are darker, dangerous. If we allow them to, they control us. Seduce us. Quite possibly even destroy us.
The moment I walked into Sonoma’s Reid Winter Winery and Vineyard and made eye contact with Faith Winter for the first time was one of those moments. Provocative because I know at least one of her secrets, of which, I suspect she has many. Provocative because she believes I was a stranger to her when we met, but I am not. Provocative because I sought her out, with no intention of touching her. But now I have. Now I want her. Now I have to have her. But that changes nothing. It doesn’t change why I came for her.


Hi everyone! I’m so excited that PROVOCATIVE is available now! Just a few notes: if you order PROVOCATIVE this week only you will get $1 off and it will only be $2.99 - I will be increasing this price at the end of the week! You’ll also receive the FREE novella Rebecca’s Forgotten Journals (these are NEW journal entries) in the back of your copy! PS - if you missed your chance to receive any of my bonus scenes from Amy & Liam, Chris & Sara, or Ella & Kayden, this is your last chance to get them! Register your order of PROVOCATIVE here - and you’ll receive them early next week!

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Book two: SHAMELESS will be out on July 11th!



Prize: $100 Amazon gift card

About the Author:

New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Lisa Renee Jones is the author of the highly acclaimed INSIDE OUT series. Suzanne Todd (producer of Alice in Wonderland) on the INSIDE OUT series: Lisa has created a beautiful, complicated, and sensual world that is filled with intrigue and suspense. Sara’s character is strong, flawed, complex, and sexy - a modern girl we all can identify with. In addition to the success of Lisa's INSIDE OUT series, Lisa has published many successful titles. The TALL, DARK AND DEADLY series and THE SECRET LIFE OF AMY BENSEN series, both spent several months on a combination of the New York Times and USA Today bestselling lists. Lisa is presently working on a dark, edgy new series, Dirty Money, for St. Martin's Press. Prior to publishing Lisa owned multi-state staffing agency that was recognized many times by The Austin Business Journal and also praised by the Dallas Women's Magazine. In 1998 Lisa was listed as the #7 growing women owned business in Entrepreneur Magazine. Lisa loves to hear from her readers. You can reach her at and she is active on Twitter and Facebook daily. Lisa Renee Jones Author Pic

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Monday, March 13, 2017

Dress Blues by Lisa Carlisle

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Dress Blues (a second chance military romance)
Recalled to Love book 2 (each book can be read as a standalone)
Lisa Carlisle

Genre: Contemporary romance

Publisher: Lisa Carlisle
Date of Publication: March 13, 2017


Number of pages: 99 pages
Word Count: 34k

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Book Description:

Sometimes, it all comes down to timing…
Volunteering at a cat shelter is much calmer than the adrenaline-fueled skirmishes of Vivi Parker’s last deployment in the Marines, but her limp is a constant reminder of what she endured. The shelter is her sanctuary, her one relief from memories that haunt her. At a fundraiser, she runs into a man she could never have while she served, but had never forgotten.
Active duty had its challenges, but starting over as a civilian in Boston is more difficult than Jack Conroy anticipated. When his mom and sister drag him to a cat benefit, he never expects to see a woman he last saw wearing Dress Blues.
Vivi fears she’s no longer the woman Jack was drawn to, able to tackle rock climbing walls or other outdoor challenges. And Jack has decisions he must face.
Military rules forbade their burgeoning passion. But now, years later, the rules have changed.
Yet, so have they.
Is it ever too late for a second chance at love?


“How about that dance?”
Vivi sucked in a breath. The moment she'd both anticipated and feared was here.
“Sure.” She feigned indifference, terrified her pounding heartbeat would give her away.
He took her hand and led her out onto the main floor. It was as if sparks ignited where they touched. The way she heated up from that small gesture was nothing short of exhilarating. Forget dancing, it was a wonder she could put one foot in front of the other.
Will you get a grip? When you met him, you were in the Marines, a tough-ass warrior. Not some teenager with a crush.
She'd been so lost in her thoughts that she hadn't noticed what was playing, A Kiss to Build a Dream On, sung by Louis Armstrong.
Jack turned to her and dropped his hand to her lower back, pulling her toward him. Although she yearned to close the remaining space between them, she kept her expression neutral. She wrapped one arm around him and followed his lead.
Being supported by Jack took some of the pressure off her injured leg. She moved so lightly on her feet, rather than the usual encumbrance on her left leg, like she was dragging an anchor around.
She was dancing. Dancing!
Neither spoke, but energy sizzled between them. Or maybe she was imagining it. It was hard to tell. It was even harder to breathe. He was so achingly close she could barely function. Whatever his scent was, it teased her with a faint, delicious hint of male musk. Aftershave or something. If she leaned toward his neck, she could drink it in deeper…
“I remember seeing you in Dress Blues.” When he glanced at her, his eyes twinkled. “And now you're wearing a blue dress.”
She stumbled on hearing those words, but steadied herself, hopefully before he noticed.
“You okay?”
No such luck. “Yes,” she stammered. “I haven't worn these shoes in a while. Or danced.”
“We were supposed to dance that night. We never had the chance. So, this is long overdue.”
He remembered. She exhaled. He hadn’t forgotten after all this time, as she’d feared. After all, they’d never had a chance to be together. As soon as they'd inched closer, they'd been torn apart.

Early Reviews

Wow! Dress Blues is an awesome, fun, short must read in contemporary romantic fiction with a side of hot military characters and some sweet, fuzzy furballs! ... Lisa Carlisle always hooks me from the first page, to where I don't want to stop reading until I'm done, but then leaves me wanting more :o lol ... This has a fresh storyline, great descriptions and witty dialogue that will engage readers & keep pages turning! And who doesn't love second chances with a HEA, right?! I highly recommend this & can't wait to read more from this author!

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Tuesday, December 15, 2015

Elle Boon - Jett's Wild Wolf

Happy Release Day to the delightful Elle Boon and 
Congratulations on the Release of Jett's Wild Wolf.

Jett’s Wild Wolf Blurb

A WILD WOLF, A SEXY AS SIN SHIFTER, AND A BOND THEY COULDN’T DENY. Will Jett and Taryn be able to get their happily ever after, or will it be destroyed by their enemy?

A WILD WOLFTaryn yearned for the freedom to find a place where she belonged. A place where she was loved and could love without fear. The first time she saw Jett, her heart and mind knew he was the one for her.

A SEXY AS SIN SHIFTERJett nearly lost his place in the Mystic Wolves because of one wild wolf. Now, she’s saved his life, and his wolf wants her for their own. Can he trust her not to betray them all?

A BOND THEY COULDN’T DENYTaryn and Jett fight the attraction they’ve felt simmering between them, until danger almost takes what is most precious away… an unyielding love they’d never thought they deserved to have.


Now for an awesome excerpt - WARNING - this excerpt is HOT!

There was a brief pause in his breathing, and she could see he meant it. His dick twitched against her, still trapped within the confines of his clothes. If he’d been one of the wolves of her pack, she knew he’d already have fucked her six ways to Sunday, and not given two shits if he’d hurt her, or if she was willing. The fact he was willing to stop after she’d teased to the point she had, showed what kind of man he was.

I want you almost as much as I want to drive your Road Runner.” She smiled when his
eyes glinted with that hint of humor she loved seeing.

He dropped back down, keeping most of his weight on his elbows. “You got a thing for my car?” His tongue came out, the piercing making her think of naughty things he could do with it.

She nodded. “Oh, yeah, buddy. I definitely think your car is sexy.”

His right brow raised. “I think there’s a country song about that.”

She was having a hard time listening to his words while his mouth began tracing a path
along her collarbone. “I think that’s about a tractor.” Her back bowed off the bed just as his lips latched onto her right breast, sucking the tip into his mouth. Good, goddess, she swore her nerve endings wouldn’t survive the tongue lashing.

He placed kisses on her stomach, going lower until he reached her belly button. Jett’s hands gripped her knees, drawing them apart and laying between them, a wicked smile played on his lips. “Watch me, Taryn.” He used the fingers of one hand, holding her pussy open while he made one long swipe with his tongue.

Her eyes widened, utterly transfixed by the sight. That first touch nearly had her coming
undone. The barbell hit her clit, the tiny touch from his piece of jewelry jolted through her system. She closed her eyes, gripping the sheet below her.

Taryn couldn’t keep her eyes open as he began nuzzling her flesh. His talented, yet
diabolical tongue, was driving her insane as he lifted her legs over his shoulders, tilting her hips at a better angle, and his tongue slid inside her.

She screamed his name at the feel of him stroking her inner walls with his piercing.

Jett’s big hands held her tighter, his arms wrapped around her thighs, lifting her closer,
circling her clit until the bud became hard.

He moved one hand down, stroking through her cream, humming. “You taste fucking
amazing. I knew you would, too.” He licked his fingers, making a smacking noise, and then tongued her core as he wiggled his tongue against her clit.

Taryn came as he found just the right pressure, her body bucking against his face while he held her to him, licking and fucking her with his fingers and mouth. He didn’t let her go until he’d finished, his growls adding another layer of ecstasy to her pleasure. She’d never come so hard in her life.

Jett,” she murmured, twisting her hands in his hair. Her legs shook, her heels dug into his back, and he still pressed kisses along her inner thigh, licking her, gentling his attention on her clit. The man knew just how, when and where to touch a woman. She didn’t want to think of the countless, faceless women he’d done exactly the same thing to. He eased her legs off his shoulders, massaging them before climbing up her body, his breathing labored as he lay over her.

He worked his boxers off, letting them fall off the side of the bed.

The ease which he slid into the cradle of her hips, and the smile that lit his gorgeous face
made her heart stop for a second. She could so easily love this man.

His cock bumped against her pussy. “You ready for me?”

She wrapped her legs around his waist, gripping his shoulders for something to hold on to.

Absolutely. Do you need me to show you what to do, or…” He stopped her words with one long thrust, filling her full to bursting. Her wolf wanted to sink her teeth into his shoulder, but she pushed her back. She couldn’t keep her nails from digging into his back as he pushed a little further into her pussy, the tight fit almost too painful, but she relaxed her muscles, allowing him to sink a little more inside.

He pulled back, slipping one hand between them, the other he wrapped under her shoulder.

As he used his thumb to play with her clit, she felt him slide all the way inside. She exhaled.

You okay?” he asked, pausing to look down at her.

She licked her lips, and released her fingers from the death grip they had on him, hoping she hadn’t hurt him, but he didn’t seem to mind. “Yes. I’m fine. You can move.”

Jett’s head bent, and pressed his lips to hers, he kissed her mouth, and she tasted herself on his lips. She sucked his tongue into her mouth as his hips pushed forward. The feel of the piercing was both foreign and erotic as hell.

He pulled his hips back, almost pulling all the way out until only the tip of his cock was
inside her. She squeezed her thighs around his hips, not wanting to lose him, making him

Believe me, nothing could make me stop fucking you right now.” He powered back inside.

His words sent a shard of hurt through her. Why she should care he would use such crude words she didn’t know. She assumed the slight bond she’d had to form when saving him was the reason, but she pushed it aside. The feel of him filling her became her sole focus. With each thrust he slid in more easily, her body accepting him as more cream flowed from her while he brought her closer toward the edge again.

Changing the angle, he tilted her hips, pulling a pillow over and placing it under her, he
pushed into her faster, rotating his hips on each downward thrust, the swiveling motion hitting her clit each time.

Taryn cried out as he hit the right spot, arching into his strokes again and again.

Open your eyes. Look at me. Know who is making you come,” he demanded.

Her eyes jerked open. “Jett,” she screamed, her head thrown back, the pleasure so intense it took all her willpower to do as he’d commanded. Their bodies slammed together, his groan was accompanied by a loud growl. He let go of her shoulder and gripped the headboard, she was sure she heard the wood splinter as his thrusts increased. She didn’t think she could come again, but then he pulled out, flipping her to her stomach, raising her onto her knees, and drove into her from behind.

One more time. I want to feel you milking my cock.”

Her gasp of pleasure was her only answer. Kneeling behind her, Jett’s strokes came faster, his hands on her hips held her steady for his thrusts.

Taryn’s pussy clenched around him. The rhythm he set up was fast and furious, and one she had no hope of denying, not that she wanted to. He pressed his fingers against her clit, circling it, then rubbed side-to-side.

Yes, oh god, yes.” She balanced with her knees farther apart, and then her climax hit,

throwing her headlong into a vortex of pleasure. Her fangs elongated, wanting to sink into his flesh and mark him. Instead, she bit into the pillow.

Jett followed her, his orgasm making a mini spasm go off in her. If they’d been mates he’d have been knotted inside her. A pang of loss hit her.

He draped over her back, their sweat cooling as they caught their breaths. “Did I hurt you, sweets?”

She tried for nonchalance, but with him still inside and over her she wasn’t sure if she could pull it off. “No, but you’re kinda heavy.” She wiggled for effect.

He chuckled softly. “You keep moving that fine ass, and you’ll get fucked again.”

Hmm, I don’t think I’m up for that just yet,” she said then yawned for affect.

Jett kissed the side of her throat. “Stay still. I’ll be right back,” he said as he slid out of her.

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                         About Elle Boon

Elle Boon lives in Middle-Merica as she likes to say…with her husband, two kids, and a black lab who is more like a small pony. She’d never planned to be a writer, but when life threw her a curve, she swerved with it, since she’s athletically challenged. She’s known for saying “Bless Your Heart” and dropping lots of F-bombs, but she loves where this new journey has taken her.

She writes what she loves to read, and that is romance, whether it’s erotic or paranormal, as long as there is a happily ever after. Her biggest hope is that after readers have read one of her stories, they fall in love with her characters as much as she did. She loves creating new worlds, and has more stories just waiting to be written. Elle believes in happily ever afters, and can guarantee you will always get one with her stories.

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