Saturday, February 17, 2018

Release Blitz: Catching London by MV Ellis @givemebooksblog @hottreepubs @authormvellis




Title: Catching London
Author: MV Ellis
Publisher: Hot Tree Publishing
Genre: Rock Star Romance
 Release Date: February 17, 2018



Blurb

He’s not looking to change his bad boy ways.

Arlo Jones is a badass millionaire rock star with the world at his feet. He lives the “sex, drugs and rock ‘n’ roll” lifestyle to the max, and believes in working hard and playing harder. He’s a man who always gets what he wants, especially when it comes to women. Until he meets London.

She’s a damaged dancer not looking to fall.

All London Llwellyn wants is to rebuild her life following the tragic car accident that robbed her of her fiancé, and ended her career as a professional ballet dancer. She’s working two jobs to scrape together the cash to set up her own studio, and reinvent herself as a photographer. The last thing she wants is to get involved.

Arlo promises to always be there to catch her, but can London trust him enough to let herself fall?







Purchase Links

$1.99 (half price!) for a limited time

AMAZON US / UK / CA / AU 






Author Bio


MV ELLIS knows what it’s like to fall head over heels in love with a badass musician. She followed her heart halfway around the world to be with one. She moved from London to Sydney after a steamy holiday romance with a sexy bass player in sultry Brazil.

Twelve years, two children and a dog later, and she’s still smitten. All this with a guy she sat next to on a bus for 36 hours! She has toured internationally as a “WAG,” and her experiences inspire her writing.

Ellis’s love of romance began when she was 11 years old, after a summer spent secretly reading her auntie’s books. She’s been a sucker for an alpha hero and strong heroine ever since.

An avid reader, Ellis always knew she’d write a book of her own one day. She was right about that. Following a career spanning advertising, marketing, and social media, she finally wrote Catching London in 2017.


Author Links

Wicked For You by USA Today Bestselling Author Erzabet Bishop #PNR #shifters @naughtynightspr @erzabetbishop @ginakincade


Read the first book in the Westmore Wolves series by USA Today Bestselling and Award Winning Author Erzabet Bishop!


Blurb:
True love awaits. Passion burns bright…
Carrick is an Alpha werewolf preparing for the annual Pack Gathering. Pack law dictates he must have a mate by his thirty-sixth year or forfeit his rule. But what if he’s already found her and lost her in a swirl of cinnamon-scented dreams? Can this Alpha brave a sea of single wolfy females to find the one woman who enchanted his heart?
She’s a kitty girl, in a wolfy world…
Sage is the curvy owner of the Hot Whips Café. Bound by pack law, even as an adopted cat, she must attend the Gathering for the Alpha to select a new mate. Heading to a wolf ball isn’t high on her list of fun activities, but damned if she can’t get the image of a certain amber-eyed wolf out of her head.

Release date: Dec 30, 2016
Publisher: NNP



Tags:

#Shifter, #cat shifter, #wolf shifter, #m/f, #abuse recovery, #infamous, #monster movies, #series, #tattoo, #coffee shop, #cinnamon, #erotic romance, #novella, #alpha, #big beautiful woman, #bonding, #business owner, #cafe, #cats, #cisgender, #erotic, #felines, #heterosexual, #mating bond, #paranormal, #paranormal romance, #rubenesque, #shifter romance, #shifters, #shifters / cats, #shifters / #felines, #shifters / wolves, #werewolf romance, #wolves, #bachelor

Buy links:
Amazon Smart URL: http://hyperurl.co/WFYz



Excerpt:
Carrick stood with his back to his second in command, his wolf pacing beneath his skin. He wanted to break the double doors open and bound into the woods rather than face the torment waiting for him in the grounds outside. Women. Hundreds of single wolfy females. All vying for the privilege of putting his cock and balls into their handbags like some godforsaken trophy.
Fuck.
Ever year he’d dodged the bullet, but this year one of the hungry piranha circling his house would become his mate.
Double fuck. He’d been through this before. He already had one. He just needed to find her, but the elders wouldn’t listen.
“You have to make a choice, Alpha.” Reid crossed the room and stood in front of him, blocking his view.
Carrick growled and spun away. “I’ll find her.”
Reid’s lips flattened, his dark eyes flashing in his anger. “You know the rules. Thirty-six is the last year an Alpha can rule without a mate by his side. The pack needs an Alpha female to be whole.”
“The pack is stronger than it’s been, or are you forgetting how I got here?”
Reid swallowed and backed up a step. “No. Justin was a horrible Alpha. You were right to destroy him. He was wrong for the Westmore Pack. Evil.”
And the bastard had been. He’d abused his power as Alpha to enslave his pack rather than uplift it. The amount of victims he’d unearthed in the days that followed would disturb him for the rest of his days. He could still see the faces of the women Justin had taken against their will and the shivering form of his sister and the strange girl who stood up to a monster.
Hers was the face that haunted his dreams. Her need reached out to him and made him into who he needed to be to overcome a near impossible situation. He had been up against a being far superior in strength but what he lacked in brawn, he’d more than made up for in sheer bullheadedness. And the electricity he felt when he touched her. His wolf recognized his mate and so did he. Now all that remained was to find her. It wasn’t like he hadn’t been looking. No one knew her name and, with her face partially shifted, her image was only a fleeting ghost in his mind.
“You’re damned right.” Carrick leaned back against his desk and rubbed the bridge of his nose. His father would be proud of the work he’d done. He’d turned the Westmore Estate from a near financial ruin to a lucrative operation centered on the newly formed security company owned by him and his second, Reid. Where people had once feared shifters for their propensity for violence because of Justin and his henchmen, he’d turned the tide and people paid for their protection. Handsomely. So much so that when the media had heard about the weekend’s festivities, he’d been dubbed the Ultimate Bachelor.
It made him fucking nauseous.
The one person he needed to find and he couldn’t and it made him crazy. Now, in a matter of a few days, he would either have to relinquish his role as Alpha or marry a gold digging piece of arm candy. The closest person he’d found was a barista at the coffee place he frequented but she didn’t look anything like the girl in his dreams. And now whenever she saw him coming, she hightailed it for the hills.
But she had popped a whisker.
Just like his goddess.
Jesus. He was losing his shit. Completely.



About the author:
Erzabet Bishop is a USA Today bestselling author who writes paranormal and erotic romance. She lives in Texas with her husband, furry children and can often be found lurking in local bookstores. She loves to bake, make naughty crochet projects and watch monster movies.
Follow her on Twitter @erzabetbishop.

Links:

Zero Tolerance by Lynn Burke

 NOW AVAILABLE - Book #4 in the Elite Escorts series by Lynn Burke!
Zero Tolerance Elite Escorts #4 by Lynn Burke
Publisher: Evernight Publishing
Art Work: Jay Aheer,
  Simply Defined Art
Keywords: Erotic, Romance, Contemporary, BDSM, Suspense *Warning: BDSM, anal sex, anal toys


 As the owner of Elite Escorts, Micah Fox’s material needs are met, but money isn’t everything. Watching his friends all settle down makes him realize he needs a woman of his own. The one thrust into his life, however, is unable to tolerate physical contact. Not exactly the ideal submissive he can dominate. Can he truly be happy without kink in his life? Faced with her new boss, Jasmine Swift experiences a hunger to touch—and be touched—for the first time in twelve years. Psychological baggage from her childhood has always hindered any hope of a normal relationship, let alone one with a man as dominant as Micah. Passion flares to life between them, however, and Jasmine blossoms under Micah’s touch. When her past returns to haunt her present, it threatens everything. Love and peace can be found in true submission if only Jasmine can trust her Sir.


Tense silence zapped between us, but she didn’t lower her head like usual when she seemed uncomfortable. Her pale-green eyes peered at me with a hint of question. Insecurity. But the pupils dominated, and the pulse jumped in her neck. “Have you dreamed about me touching you?” I heard myself ask. So much for inappropriate. “Yes,” she whispered. I wouldn’t touch her, but I wasn’t about to pass up the opportunity to enjoy every fucking inappropriate bit of information I could get passed her lips. “How?” “You mean how do you touch me in my dreams?” Her low, husky voice rushed the blood to my cock, but I didn’t bother trying to hide the fact she turned me on. I nodded. “Gently.” She swallowed, but held my gaze. “With your fingertips until I grow accustomed to your touch.” “Where do I touch you?” My voice sounded strangled in my ears. “Here.” She lifted her hand and glanced at her palm. “Where else? Put your wine down and show me.” I relaxed back into the chair, legs spread, giving her an eyeful of the hard ridge lining my jeans. Her attention drifted down between my legs, her lips parting on a sharp inhale as her trembling hand set the wine glass on the table beside her. When she sat back, she uncrossed her legs, but kept her thighs together, the darkness beneath the skirt beckoning to me. “H-here.” She trailed her fingers up her arm, over her collarbone where she lingered. Up her neck. Over her lips. I groaned. “Where else do I touch you?” She swallowed, gaze still on my cock, and ran her hand back down her neck and over the swell of her breasts. “Show me.” My Dom voice took over, and she followed the command without hesitation, slipping her hand up inside her tank top. Lower lip between her teeth, she squirmed on the couch, same as when I’d caught her drooling over sex toys online. “Is my touch still gentle?” I asked, my attention glued to the hand moving beneath her shirt, hiding one of the hard nipples pressing against the cotton. “N-not so much.” Her needy tone brought another groan to my lips. “What else do I do in your dreams?” Face red, she closed her eyes. “You suck on my breasts. Bite my nipples.” “And do you like it?” “Yes,” she gasped and clenched her legs together. Fucking heaven, I mused, watching her touch her breasts. I’d never wanted a woman so much in my fucking life. “Are you turned on right now?” She swallowed and nodded. “Where else do I touch you, Jasmine?” “D-down there.” Fuck, yes. “Lift your skirt and show me.” Every tense muscle in my body ached to move, but I held myself still. Waiting. She didn’t even hesitate, but shimmied the skirt up to her hips. Pink, fucking panties. With one finger, she skimmed down the lace covering her pussy from me. “Goddamn,” I groaned, my own fingers digging into my knees. She slid her fingertip beneath the edge of her panties and rubbed up over her clit, a gasp parting her lips and tipping her head back. I found myself stroking my cock through my jeans. “Do I make you come in your dreams, Jasmine?” “Yes,” she whispered, eyes still clenched shut. “Show me how.” With one hand, she pulled her panties to the side. Pink lips glistened beneath a thatch of blonde curls. Drooling, I stroked myself and stared as she pressed two fingers of her right hand into her pussy. She moaned, slowly fucking herself with her fingers, hips grinding her against her hand. “I want to watch you come, Jasmine,” I murmured, lifting my attention to her face as little noises flew past her parted lips. “Open your eyes and look at me.” Panting, she did as told, hazed, pale-green eyes peering my way. A sharp inhale lifted her chest, and her back bowed off my couch. “O-oh!” Her breath caught again, and she shuddered, crying out. I squeezed my cock to keep from blowing my load in my jeans, my blood rushing and ears ringing as she slowly settled, her breaths slowing. “If you ever decide you want me to touch you for real,” I murmured, “you only need to ask.”
OTHER BOOKS IN THE ELITE ESCORTS SERIES:
ABOUT LYNN BURKE:
Lynn Burke is a full time mother, voracious gardener, and scribbler of spicy romance stories. A country bumpkin turned Bay Stater, she enjoys her chowdah and Dunkin Donuts when not trying to escape the reality of city life.

Friday, February 16, 2018

The Pilot and the Puck Up @givemebooksblog @ReadPippa




Title: The Pilot & the Puck-Up
Author: Pippa Grant
Genre: Sexy Romantic Comedy
 Release Date: February 16, 2018



Blurb

He’s the biggest, baddest, most spider-fearing motherpucker on the ice…

When you’re named after the king of the gods, the world expects certain things of you.

Tough? Damn right.

Smart? Don’t let the hockey uniform fool you.

Large and in charge? Honey, I’m the biggest, baddest, mother pucking-est machine to ever own the ice. I shoot. I score. In and out of the rink. I don’t come early, but I come often, if you know what I mean. And I always leave the ladies wanting more.

Until that chick last night.

I’m no one-thrust wonder, and you’re damn right I’m going to prove to her I can do better. But every time I think I’m finally on my way back into her pants, she one-ups and out-balls me.

I should cut my losses, lick my wounds, and walk away.

But Zeus Berger doesn’t walk away from anything.

Especially when she's the only woman in the world who might be able to handle me.



The Pilot and the Puck-Up is a standalone romantic comedy featuring a hockey player whose ego is the only thing bigger than his shoe size, the most badass woman to ever fly a plane, rubber chockey (don't ask), and no cheating or cliffhangers.







Purchase Links

AMAZON US / UK / CA / AU

Free in Kindle Unlimited





Excerpt

Zeus Berger (aka the biggest, baddest, most spider-fearing mother pucker to ever play in the NHL)

Coconuts are itchy. I should’ve gone for the watermelons.
But it was a bitch and a half getting that last-minute private fitting at Madame Cosette’s anyway, and the woman probably would’ve had to stitch three bras together and then nailed the damn contraption to my shoulders to get it to hold without losing a melon, so coconuts it is.
Besides, it’s the heels that are gonna be the bigger problem. Damn good thing I have ankles of fucking steel.
And my minidress is stretched to max capacity over the coconuts anyway. It’s also in danger of showing my other coconuts, if you catch my drift. And there’s definitely a drift—or is that a draft?—on my other coconuts.
A wolf whistle echoes through the swanky private clubhouse where I’m strolling in with my twin brother on my left and my brother from another mother on my right. A passing server drops a tray of champagne. Conversation stops. And a bunch of stuffy golf pricks gape at us like we’re a mutant alien circus freak show crashing their million-dollar wedding reception.
We’re three dudes who have more money than God, more muscles than all the Kardashians’ bodyguards combined, and more fun than cotton candy and roller coasters.






Also Available


FREE for a limited time!

AMAZON US / UK / CA / AU

Always free in Kindle Unlimited



99c for a limited time!

AMAZON US / UK / CA / AU

Free in Kindle Unlimited






Author Bio

Pippa Grant is a stay-at-home mom and housewife who loves to escape into sexy, funny stories way more than she likes perpetually cleaning toothpaste out of sinks and off toilet handles. When she’s not reading, writing, sleeping, or trying to prepare her adorable demon spawn to be productive members of society, she’s fantasizing about chocolate chip cookies.


Author Links

Cover Reveal: No Tomorrow by Carian Cole @CarianCole @LWoodsPR

NOTOMORROW_Banner
♥︎ An Emotional New STANDALONE by Carian Cole ♥︎ No Tomorrow by Carian Cole is releasing on March 8th! Get your tissues ready...
No-Tomorrow-ebook-cover.jpg
Photography: Regina Wamba ✭ PREORDER on iBooks: http://bookl.ink/NoTomorrowItunes ✓ Sign up for updates, excerpts, and release alert: https://www.subscribepage.com/NT ✓ Add to Goodreads: http://bookl.ink/No-Tomorrow-GR 


The people we love are thieves. They steal our hearts. They steal our breath. They steal our sanity. And we let them. Over and over and over again. ********************************************* They say you never forget your first time. Mine was with a homeless musician who effed my brains out under a bridge. He was my first love. And sixteen years later, I still can’t get him out of my head. He broke all my rules. He also broke my heart. I watched him climb to stardom, cheering him on from afar. But I was never a fan; just a girl in love. Like a tornado, he spiraled, leaving a path of destruction in his wake. But love conquers all, right? It has to. Because here I stand, ravaged and ruined, needing it to be true. You can’t go back, but I want to. Back to the bridge. Back to when he sang only for me. Before he was famous. Before he shattered my heart. I thought I knew everything about him. But I could not have been more wrong. He promised me every tomorrow. And here I am, waiting. And hoping. Again.
25348615_1883959395250888_7675165953541324782_n About the Author: I have a passion for the bad boys, those covered in tattoos, sexy smirks, ripped jeans, fast cars, motorcycles and of course, the sweet girls that try to tame them and win their hearts. My first novel in the best-selling Ashes & Embers series, Storm, published in September of 2014. I have many books and sequels slated for this series. My new spin-off series, Devils Wolves, launched in 2016 with the best-selling novel, Torn. There are several books planned for this series as well. Born and raised a Jersey girl, I now reside in beautiful New Hampshire with my husband and our multitude of furry pets and spend most of my time writing, reading, and vacuuming.


Sign up for her newsletter: http://bit.ly/cariancolenews Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/cariancoleauthor Twitter: www.twitter.com/CarianCole Web site: www.cariancole.com Email: carrie@cariancole.com

Sin & Seduction: Showcase with Made Maleen: A Modern Twist on a Fairy Tale @naughtynightspr @JeanneStJames #shifterlove #bbw #alphamale #shapeshifter #paranormal #contemporary #romance #military #cowboys #sinboxedset #kindleunlimited #ku #amazon

Sin & Seduction

A Limited Edition Spicy Paranormal

&

Contemporary Romance Collection

Get ready for a passionate and exhilarating ride!
$0.99 limited time pre-order special! Regular price 2.99
Available in Kindle Unlimited
An Amazon Exclusive

Featuring New York Times, USA Today, and International bestselling authors, Sin & Seduction is a spicy, diverse collection of paranormal & contemporary, hetero & same sex romance reads designed to ignite fires of passion, love, and romance.

Bursting with sexy-as-sin heroes & devilish heroines, our titillating & romantic tales will seduce you and leave you craving more. Get ready for a passionate and exhilarating ride!

Warning: The Sin & Seduction authors suggest all readers ensure snacks and cool drinks are obtained before starting this collection. Once you start, you won't want to stop until the last page.



SPOTLIGHT on 
Jeanne St. James ~~~ Made Maleen


Two former high school sweethearts, Cow-boy and Princess, turn the heat back on.


 With the two drinks in hand, he went back to stand in front of her. She plucked her glass out of his fingers and swallowed a healthy mouthful.
Needing to touch her, hold her, he settled next to her on the old couch with the ugly 1970s pattern. His apartment and furniture were an embarrassment. But he’d decided to bring her here anyway to be completely honest with her about his situation. Which was that he was barely squeaking by. From what he knew, she had become a successful stock broker in New York City. He couldn’t compete with rich, successful men who wore expensive business suits, drank Johnny Walker Blue, drove fancy sports cars, and owned vacation houses at the shore.
He only had himself to offer.
Laying a hand on her knee, he squeezed. He wanted to do nothing more right now than pick her up, throw her on his bed, and make her climax over and over until the break of dawn. To give himself to her completely.
After emptying the contents of his glass, he reached for hers, setting it on the floor. He slid his hand along her jawline and into her hair, encouraging her closer. She didn’t fight him and her mouth parted slightly, the scent of cola and whiskey on her breath.
Licking along her bottom lip, he tasted the sweetness, before sucking it in between his teeth, nibbling gently, and with a final soft nip, he sealed their mouths together, deepening the kiss.
Last night he simply wanted to hold her, but she had wanted more. Tonight, he was the one asking for more. He wanted everything.
“I need to be inside you, Princess,” he murmured against her succulent lips. “I need to be a part of you.”
She moaned, the sound making his cock swell. “Yes,” she whispered. “Yes. I want you too.”
His erection impatiently pressed against his jeans, ready to dive deep into her wet heat once again. But this was more than sex. More than a fuck. He wanted to make love to her, feel the connection they had last night. Hell, fourteen years ago.
“Cow-Boy…”
“Yeah?”
“Take me to bed,” came her husky answer.
She didn’t have to ask twice. He stood, pulled her into his arms, and then threw her over his shoulder. She squealed and laughed as he hauled her across the room and tossed her onto the bed. She landed dead center, bouncing a couple times before stretching sexily before him.
“This is a lot softer than a pile of hay or the floor.”
“Only the best for you, Princess,” he teased.
She released a throaty laugh, one that turned him on from his head to his toes. He ripped off his clothes and within seconds, stood at the end of the bed, naked as the day he was born.
“Where’s your hat, Cow-Boy?”
He lifted a wait-a-minute finger and he grabbed an old, worn cowboy hat out of the only closet in the place. The same one he wore back in the day. He smacked it against his bare thigh and then placed it on his head, tipping it down as he stalked back over to the bed.
“That’s my Cow-Boy,” she whispered. She sat up and pulled the tight V-neck sweater she wore over her head. She whipped it at him and it landed softly at his feet.
With a sensual smile, he leaned over the foot of the bed to tug her old cowboy boots off and then watched as she lifted her hips and shoved her jeans down her thighs. He grabbed the bottoms of her pant legs, helping to get rid of the offending denim. And then she laid there in matching blood-red lacy panties and bra. The color went perfectly with the dark brown of her hair and her lightly tanned skin. He could stare at her forever. But his cock disagreed.
He fisted himself, his gaze sweeping down her body. From her long hair spread out like a cloud around her head to the delicate length of her neck, the curve of her shoulder, the swell of her breasts peeking out from her bra, the soft roundness of her belly, to her narrow waist widening into those luscious hips. Her legs were long and lean, like a runner’s.
“You just gonna look and not touch, Cow-Boy?”
“No, ma’am,” he groaned, his accent strong. He climbed onto the end of the bed and onto his knees to move up her body until he straddled her thighs.
“Save a horse. Ride a cowboy,” she said with a big smile.
Bray thickened the twang in his accent. He put a finger to the brim of his hat and tipped his head. “Happy to oblige, Princess.”
Don't miss all the news on Jeanne St. James by signing up for her newsletter!

★✩★Authors Featured in this Collection★✩★

Thursday, February 15, 2018

Thief by A. Zavarelli @givemebooksblog @Azavarellibooks




Title: Thief
Series: Boston Underworld #5
Author: A. Zavarelli
Genre: Dark Romance
Cover Design: Lara, Coverlüv
Release Date: February 23, 2018



Blurb

I’m a good girl.

I live by a code that can’t be bent or broken. It is my duty to my family to stay innocent and pure. To marry an Italian man. The stars are already aligned.

But Nikolai Kozlov re-writes my destiny with five simple words.

You belong to me now.

He's Russian mafiya. A thief. A skilled liar with no moral boundaries. He is everything I have been taught to hate. A man who stands for nothing. A man who takes what he wants without a second thought.

And what he wanted was me.

He thinks he controls my fate, but what he doesn’t know is, sometimes it’s the good girls you have to watch out for. 


I’m a dangerous man.

I live by a code. The Vory code. It is my duty to my family to protect the brotherhood. To destroy anyone who threatens what we stand for, including her.

She’s a dancer. A beautiful little doll. My prisoner, and my new favorite puppet. This mafia princess thinks she has me under her spell, but in the end, she is simply collateral.

It’s a shame to destroy precious things.


But this is what bad men do.







Playlist






Excerpt

The first thing I always notice about a person is their posture. I was raised to believe that good posture conveys good manners, as well as respect for those around you. Nikolai carries his posture like a casual ‘f#ck you’ to everyone around him. There is no decorum in his leather jacket, jeans, or his haphazardly laced motorcycle boots. Everything he wears is black, but the small glimpse of skin beneath is a riot of colors. Tattoos cover every inch of his exposed skin, including his throat.
I’m not sure which is more offensive- the ink or the faux hawk atop his head. This is not the way you attend a ballet, nor is he the type of man I expect my father to keep company with.
“Tanaka.” He reaches for my hand and kisses it in a way that few men would ever dare to do in my father’s presence. “You dance beautifully.”
The words are unmistakably accented. Russian. And I’m struggling to maintain my composure while making sense of this situation. My father has always been protective of me. His own men know better than to speak to me or look at me, but for this stranger, somehow, it’s okay. 

My manners, at least, are still intact, so I reply as I should. “You’ve seen me dance?”

Nikolai flashes a boyish smile in contrast to the deepness of his blue-green eyes. “I like to invest my time in the arts.”






Also Available


FREE for a limited time!

AMAZON US / UK / CA / AU




AMAZON US / UK / CA / AU




FREE for a limited time!


AMAZON US / UK / CA / AU





AMAZON US / UK / CA / AU


All books are FREE in Kindle Unlimited






Author Bio


A. Zavarelli is a USA Today and Amazon bestselling author.

She likes all things chocolate, books that come with warnings, and putting her characters through hell. Her tales have been known to flirt with darkness and sometimes court it unabashedly altogether. Revenge themes and tortured souls are her favorites to write and this gives her an excuse to watch bizarre and twisted documentaries in her spare time.

She currently lives in the Northwest with her lumberjack and an entire brood of fur babies. 



Author Links