Book Blitz: Immortals of New Orleans Box Set (1-4) by Kym Grosso

Immortals of New Orleans Box Set (1-4) 

by Kym Grosso 

Immortals of New Orleans #1-4 

Publication Date: January 20, 2015 

Genres: Boxed Set, Contemporary, Erotic, Paranormal, Romance

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Bestselling & award-winning erotic paranormal romance. Full length vampire & shifter romance novels, each with their own happily ever after.

KADE’S DARK EMBRACE (Book 1) 

After a series of girls are ritualistically murdered on the cold streets of Philadelphia, seasoned detective, Sydney Willows, is forced to work with sexy, alpha vampire, Kade Issacson. As he attempts to protect her from a murderer, Kade grows concerned that the beautiful, but very human detective, could easily end up dead should she tangle with supernatural forces that are beyond her control. The investigation leads them into a dark and dangerous world, deep in the heart of New Orleans, where together, they search for the perpetrators of the Voodoo killings. Sydney soon becomes the target of the killer and ends up fighting for her life and love in the Big Easy. Will she eventually give into the intoxicating desire she feels for Kade if she makes it out alive? 

  LUCA’S MAGIC EMBRACE (Book 2) 

Sexy vampire, Luca Macquarie doesn’t do love; especially not with humans. Yet, ever since he rescued Samantha Irving, he can’t deny the enigmatic attraction he’s developed for the alluring mortal woman. In the Big Easy, they embark on a spellbinding journey, searching for a mystical amulet that promises to release her obligation from an ancient, lethal vampire who’s been threatening her life. With cryptic clues and clandestine allies, will Luca and Samantha destroy the dangerous amulet before others acquire it, setting forth a chain of catastrophic consequences? And will Luca give into his erotic desire for the witch who magically captures heart? 

  TRISTAN’S LYCEUM WOLVES (Book 3) *RONE Award Winner 2014* Charismatic and powerful Lyceum Wolves’ Alpha, Tristan Livingston, is out for revenge after a devastating attack on his pack. Determined to mete out justice, he rescues a beautiful witness who may be the key to helping him find the perpetrators. Dr. Kalli Williams, dedicated veterinarian, is hiding a secret that endangers not only her own life but the lives of wolves across the country. She’s reluctantly agrees to help the sexy Alpha in his quest to identify suspects; ones who’d kill her on the spot if they knew she existed. As Kalli places herself in the hands of the dominant wolf, she soon finds she wants nothing more than to submit. Tristan, committed to ruling his pack as a lone wolf, is drawn to the mysterious and enticing woman, who seems more than human, but not quite supernatural. After living a lifetime alone, will he succumb to the visceral need to claim her? And will he prevail against the menacing enemy who threatens to destroy Lyceum Wolves? 

  LOGAN’S ACADIAN WOLVES (Book 4) 

*IRC Nominated Best Book of 2014 for Paranormal & Erotic Romance* 

 Deep in the heart of New Orleans, Acadian Wolves’ Alpha, Logan Reynaud, rescues a beautiful woman in the dead of night. Intrigued by the mysterious human, the commanding Alpha is determined to elicit all of her secrets, including her deepest fantasies. Driven by responsibility and honor, Logan must protect both his pack and the woman who’s captivated his attention. Dr. Wynter Ryan, a leading virologist, is fascinated with her charismatic protector. As the chemistry ignites between her and the dominant Alpha, she relinquishes her ties to the past, embracing ecstasy and submission within his arms and intrepidly acquiescing to her own adventurous instincts. Passion and mystery on the bayou stirs Logan’s wolf, yet Wynter’s a distraction he can’t afford when his priority is to lead his new pack. Will Logan surrender to the uncontrollable need to claim Wynter as his mate? And will he be able to keep her alive, finding the killer who threatens the Acadian Wolves? 

 *The books in this box set contain several erotic love scenes and are intended for adult readers only.

EXCERPT:

“Yes,” was the only word he heard in response to his proposal; Luca lost control. Passionately and provocatively, he took her with a hungry urgency. It wasn’t sweet. His mouth claimed hers, savagely taking what was his. The intoxicating nectar of Samantha only made him kiss her more deeply. He wanted her in a way that he’d never wanted any woman. Determined to possess every part of her body and mind in the moment, he would claim her tonight. She’d be his forever.

Luca tore his lips from hers. “Bedroom. Now,” he commanded. Leading her by her small soft hand, he stopped her before they got to his bed.

“I will have you tonight, Samantha. After tonight, you’ll never forget that you are mine. And I will be yours.”

Samantha silently nodded in response. She was ready to commit to this man, this vampire. Luca was everything she’d ever wanted in a male: strong, loving, trustworthy, and passionate. She knew in her heart that giving herself over to him was all she desired now and for her future.

Luca unraveled the belt on her robe, slid his fingers underneath the soft fabric and slowly pushed it off Samantha, letting his hands glide from the smooth skin of her shoulders to her hands. As the robe pooled at her feet, he gently took her hands in his. She stood bare before his eyes. “You’re enticing, Samantha. I cannot seem to get enough of you. So the question is, do you want to play with me tonight? Be honest with me, darlin’, because I plan to take you to places we’ve never been before.”

Samantha felt womanly, exposed to Luca. She trusted him completely as he released her hands and placed his on her waist. “Luca, please, hurry. I can’t seem to keep my hands off of you.”

“Well, I guess we’ll have to do something about that,” he smiled knowingly. “Turn around, face the wall. Don’t move unless I tell you. It’s time for some fun.”

Without question, she complied and waved her bottom at him, shooting him a sultry look that said, ‘come and get me’.

Luca loved how responsive she was under his direction. He didn’t ever bring women into his home, and certainly engaging in a little light bdsm was something he rarely did anymore. Yet he’d wanted to do this to her since the minute she’d danced with him in the club. Luca slid his hands slowly up the sides of her waist, under her arms, pushing them upward and placing the palms of her hands against the wall. With the same precision, he glided his hands back down her arms, waist, until finally, he reached her bottom.

“Samantha, you are everything I’ve ever wanted in a woman; beautiful, smart.” She let out a small moan; he rubbed his hard aching bulge against her. He wanted to fuck her right now, but he wouldn’t dare. No, he planned to make her beg for mercy as he slowly brought her to orgasm over and over.

Though he was still fully clothed, she could feel his magnificent erection against her bum. She wanted him in her now; she grew wet from the intense ache between her legs. “Please, Luca.”

His hands slid from her ass around to lie just beneath her sensitive bosom. She moved slightly to urge him to cup her breasts. He smiled, smelling the overwhelming scent of her desire, but he wanted to draw out the anticipation, tease her with delight. “No, no, no, darlin’. Not tonight. You don’t get to decide when or how the pleasure happens. You wanted to play, so play we shall,” he whispered into her ear. Goosebumps ran over her skin in response to his hot breath. “Tonight is about wanting what you can’t have until I give it to you. It’s about me savoring every stroke of your flesh. The ultimate pleasure, tasting you while you come, screaming my name. Now, do you want me to touch your lovely breasts? Tell me, Samantha.”

About Kym Grosso

Kym Grosso is the award-winning author of the bestselling erotic paranormal romance series, The Immortals of New Orleans. The series currently includes Kade’s Dark Embrace (Immortals of New Orleans, Book 1), Luca’s Magic Embrace (Immortals of New Orleans, Book 2), Tristan’s Lyceum Wolves (Immortals of New Orleans, Book 3) , Logan’s Acadian Wolves (Immortals of New Orleans, Book 4), Léopold’s Wicked Embrace (Immortals of New Orleans, Book 5) and Dimitri (Immortals of New Orleans, Book 6). In addition to romance, Kym has written and published several articles about autism, and is passionate about autism advocacy. She writes autism articles on PsychologyToday.com and AutismInRealLife.com. She also is a contributing essay author in Chicken Soup for the Soul: Raising Kids on the Spectrum. Kym lives with her husband, two children, dog and cat. Her hobbies include autism advocacy, reading, tennis, zumba, traveling and spending time with her husband and children. New Orleans, with its rich culture, history and unique cuisine, is one of her favorite places to visit. Also, she loves traveling just about anywhere that has a beach or snow-covered mountains. On any given night, when not writing her own books, Kym can be found reading her Kindle, which is filled with hundreds of romances.

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Soft Shatter

Dany Rae Miller

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Blurb

One smart witch and three sexy wolves tell a story of love, lies and rejection.

All Shavone Gentil wants is to find her runaway sister. When witchcraft fails to provide the answers, she resorts to the last resort -- getting a job at the Denver Dollhouse. Shav gets answers, but to questions she didn’t even know to ask.

In love and in lust with Shavone since childhood, all Nash LaFontaine wants is her safety, her body and her heart. Responsible and noble, the giant alpha waited so long. Did he wait too long?

All Ben LaFontaine wants is to do his duty as a French wolf. He comes to Denver to do just that. His first assignment is to help his cousin Nash protect the witch. Little does he know the power she'll wield over him.

All Enrique Cruz wants, all he’s ever wanted, is Shavone. There’s a night from hell that the Native alpha will never forget, the horrors of which his obsession is just beginning to remember.

Who will get they want and whose heart will shatter?

Note: Due to strong language and mature content, this Wolven Moon Novel is recommended for adults ONLY.

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Excerpt #1 

My hands over Shavone’s, I tighten my hoodie around her. She needs to keep it on — cover that beautiful, tempting ass of hers.
I indicate the dart board with a nod. “Are you an ace at that, too?”
She shakes her head. “No. I’ve never played darts before.”
“Hallelujah.” I throw my head back. “Maybe I can win a portion of my pride back.” I run my hands up her waist and around to her back. “Will you let me teach you?”
Yes, kitten, that was an innuendo. I want to teach you a lot of things.
The increase in feminine pheromone and blushing smile means she got my drift. Fuck. My dick twitches. I don’t know how much more of her I can take.
“Okay,” she’s says, eyes on my mouth.
I lick my lips. You want some of this?
Dilated eyes say yes just before they glance away.
“Sir?” She calls across the bar and once she has the old man’s attention, motions that the pool table is all his. He waves his thanks.
Touching her back, I usher her to the dartboard.
“I love this song.” She rocks her shoulders.
There’s music? I pause to listen. Sade softly sings something about giving the kiss of life.
“You like this old shit?” I tease her, pulling the darts from the board.
“Hey.” She giggles. “Yes. I like soul — old and new.” She throws out that bottom lip, again. “Don’t make fun of me.”
“Never, kitten. You have excellent taste in music.”
The broad grin that spreads across her sweet face wraps another string around my heart. And her swaying hips? Those put another quart of blood in my dick.
She is something. Beautiful and sweet and sensual. I wonder how she’ll react when she finds out I’m lying to her just as Nash is. And she’ll find out. No doubt. She’s digging in the right place. She’ll be angry. I have no doubt about that either. That we’re doing this to keep her out of the clutches of the hunters won’t make a bit of difference. How strange to feel remorse before the fact. The only chance I’ll have is to get under her skin and fast.
“Why the sad look?” She asks me.
I affect an exaggerated shocked expression. “You gotta ask, lady who handed me my ass in pool?”
“Sorry.” She exaggerates a giggle into her hand. She isn’t sorry at all. “Well, now you can trounce me.”
Fuck. Was that a euphemism, kitten?
 “At darts,” she quickly adds.
“I wouldn’t be very gallant, using your word, if I did that.”
“No, you wouldn’t.” She gives me her coquettish smile.
“You think batting those lashes at me will save you?” I laugh.
“A girl can hope.”
“You showed no mercy. I show no mercy.” I grin. “That’s the way the game works.”
I move behind her, and, with a hand at her hip, begin to murmur the rules into her ear. Jesus. Her scent. I inhale a lung full of it.
“This” — I toe a length of tape on the floor — “is the throw line. You cannot step over it when you throw.”
“What about my arm?”
“Good question.” I playfully squeeze her bicep, again. “Yes, your buffed arm can cross it.”
I feel her smile. “I prefer the word ‘toned’.”
“Kitten, you are so toned.” I nuzzle her hair. “Now, stop distracting me.”
She giggles and I grin. This is fun. She’s fun.
The rest of the rules, what there are of them, are fairly simple. I run through them quickly. “Let’s do a few practice throws.” I motion her aside and, when she’s safely out of the way, throw my darts. One lands dead center of the bull’s-eye and the other two in the interior ring, quarter inch from the bull’s-eye.
She laughs. “This is going to be bad.”
“Aw, c’mon. Positive thinking.” I move out of the way and bow for her to take my place at the line.
Lifting her chin, she shakes her hair out of the way and narrows her eyes at the board in concentration.
Hot and sexy, smart and sharp. No man can resist that. Sorry, Nash. I glance over at him. His eyes pierce me with an anger he normally saves for enemies and rival packs. Cherie grins at me.
Shavone’s first throw lands on the board, but in the number ring. No score. The second lands in the fat single score ring and the third misses the board completely.
The music clicks over to a sexy strong drumbeat that Shavone seems to like, too. I walk to the board to extract our darts. Ah, it’s John Mayer. I almost laugh out loud at the lyrics. I’m not the man I used to be either, John.
Shavone smiles at me as I walk back to her. Rocking her hips, she sings along to the music.
“Not bad.” I hand her her darts. “You’ve got pretty good form for a newbie. Can I show you a better way?”
She nods enthusiastically. “Yes, please.”
I lay my darts on a nearby table.
“Let’s work on your stance, first.”
Stop writhing that body, kitten.
“Okay.” She stands still.
Taking my sweet ass time and with a caressing touch, I position her body — feet there, hips like this, shoulders like that, hands like this. I’m disappointed when I’m done arranging her.
She looks up at me through her lashes, a flirty smile on her lips. I stifle a growl.
Moving back behind her, I drag my hand down her arm to her hand. “Holding the dart is an art,” I whisper in her ear — trying hard not to imagine her soft hand gripping my dick. “Two fingers forward on the stem, like this.” I manipulate her slender fingers. “And your thumb here near the back of the dart.”
Understanding, she nods. Her brow furrowed, she concentrates so hard.
“You want to extend your arm, pointing the tip of the dart where you’d like it to stick.” Placing my cheek directly on her temple, my hand over hers, I raise the dart in front of her face. “Stare down the tip and bring the dart straight back in front of your face,” I say. “Don’t hold it here, by your ear. You can’t see where it’s going if it’s beside your head.” I let go of her hand and hold her at the waist. “Do it now, but don’t throw it yet.”
While she lines up the dart, I dip my nose into her hair and inhale deeply — not caring if she hears it. My voice is thick when I speak again. “We’ll do a couple of practice movements. Don’t let go of the dart, though.”
“Okay,” she says softly.
My left hand glides from her hip to ribs while my right hand wraps around hers and the dart.
My wolf wants you so bad.

 

Ten Fun Facts about Dany Rae Miller

1.      Aside from The Hubs, no one else close to me (friends, family, coworkers) knows that I write paranormal erotic romance as Dany Rae Miller. Shhhh.
2.      My paternal grandmother was Amish. When she met my grandfather during her Rumspringa, she left her family and community for him.
3.      When I was eight, Highlights magazine published a story I wrote about my grandparents’ love story. It was my first published romance!
4.      Back in ninth grade, my science teacher assigned homework by telling us to “write a ten page paper on dinosaurs.” I raised my hand. “What kind of paper?” I asked. “Any kind you want,” he said. So, I went home and wrote a short sci-fi story about dinosaurs. I got an A, my first A ever in any science class.
5.      I’m a published young adult fantasy/sci-fi author under a different pen name.
6.      In the early 2000s, I won the grand prize in an international screenplay competition with my very first script.
7.      I’m a Joss Whedon groupie.
8.      I fantasize about Whedon reading and liking my work. Do you think he reads erotic romance?
9.      After a concert and before he was famous, I made out with Keith Urban for about ten minutes. A band member pulled him away to get on the bus.
10.  My Hubs kisses way better than Urban.

Excerpt #2 

The sweet scent that I have been looking forward to is not what walks into the Dollhouse.
Rage seizes my wolf, his internal roar louder than the music pounding through the lounge. Three young wolves sitting at the bar wisely get up and move away.
“Leave, Enrique.” Antonio insists.
Shavone’s luxurious essence steeped in French stench. My beast bays a forlorn cry, a true physical agony joining the fury.
How is it possible? What happened to the spell?
“Enrique,” my brother hisses. “Go.”
It’s too late to escape. I feel, and smell, Shavone behind me.
“Mr. Cruz.”
Steeling my heart and keeping a tight hold on the angry beast, I spin the stool from facing the bar to facing the little witch. She correctly gauges my wrath and steps back.
“You’re too early,” I say, careful to control the volume and tone of my voice.
“Oh.” She frowns, confused, her eyes dart between mine. “I came in early to do makeup. I assumed I had to be ready to work at four, but I can wait in my car.”
“That isn’t necessary,” I growl, attempting to squash the burning jealousy.
“Hi, Sara.” Antonio, using her Dollhouse name, draws her attention away from me. “Welcome to your first night.”
“Thank you,” she murmurs.
Antonio babbles some encouraging words while she nods and converses with him.
My wolf identifies the male odor on her skin as belonging to LaFontaine.
I’m going rip him to shreds.
Never mind that he somehow got around a spell crafted by a powerful family ally. The detective took advantage of his official protector status while my wolf remains sidelined by the Alliance. It boils my wolven blood violently, muscles coil ready to shift. I use every ounce of control I have to contain my beast.
You are mine,the wolf bursts into my eyes.
Shavone chooses that moment to return her gaze to me. With a sharp inhale, her eyes widen.
Antonio bugs his eyes out at me. “Have you ever tended bar?” He attempts to draw her attention back to him, but her gaze is locked on my angry wolf.
I force him back, fight to get him into his cage and lock the door. Am I an alpha or an omega? The animal shreds my insides.
“Hello?” Antonio waves his hand in front of the witch’s face.
Shaking her head and turning it toward my brother, her pink lips part to speak. Before she can, the night shift manager joins us.
“Is this our newest doll?”
“Yes,” I say. “Tanya, Sara. She’s sharing a dressing room with Paulina who is also her trainer.”
Shavone offers a hand to shake. The movement sends more French stink up my nostrils.
Hands in fists, I stand. “I have personally selected several costumes for you, Sara. Choose one of them to wear tonight.” It is not a request. “And put on some damn perfume.”
“This way, Sara.” Tanya turns.
The little witch blinks at me a few times before following the manager across the lounge. No surprise that practically every pair of eyes follows. Shavone in jeans is more enticing than the naked woman writhing on stage.
Just as she goes through the curtain, Shavone glances back at me, head tilted, brow creased.
“You haven’t been a monk either.” Antonio slings a towel over his shoulder.
“What the fuck does that mean?” Restraining the wolf burns my eyes.
“Don’t expect a healthy young woman to be a nun.” He puts a glass under the tap and draws a beer.
My beast snarls.
“Go punch something and cool off.”
I flip him off on my way to the door.
Outside, the fence behind the Dollhouse takes my wrath.
I recall the last time I found Shavone with another — the night I discovered her and Monbeau. The bastard heard my growl, smirked at me, taunted me as he fondled between her legs.
“No, Enrique!” Only Agustin tackling me mid-charge prevented me from ripping Monbeau’s dick off at that moment. Uncle had followed me, apparently had done so since the first of my visits to check on my witch.
The noise of our scuffle alerted French sentinels. Uncle, with his superior speed and strength, got us out of the canyon before they arrived. Once on our own territory, Uncle cuffed me to a granite wall.
“Enrique, the Monbeau clan has an impressive record. They’ve not lost a creole witch in the past 100 years,” he had said.
“Because of his heritage, I should let him fuck her?!” I pulled at the chains, altering between human and wolf so quickly my muscles ached as badly as my heart.
“Yes. If her well-being is a priority to you. Is it?”
The beast in me roared, torn by the damned-if-I-do, damned-if-I-don’t options.
“With him by Shavone’s side day in and day out, you’re assured of her protection. The Alliance chose him for a reason.”
“What if she mates with him?” I had gritted out between my teeth as my beast once again twisted my bones.
Days later uncle returned with a family friend, a witch. I lay on the ground, naked and limp from shifting uncontrollably.
“Help him, Kennedy,” he begged her.
She performed a spell relieving my wolf of his jealous agony.
As it were, uncle’s faith in Monbeau was well placed. The punk saved her — rescuing her from the fire. I was on the other side of the state, called to Durango by my sister for an emergency that wasn’t as dire as she had made it sound.
Had Monbeau not been in Colorado Springs with Shavone, she would have perished, the thought more unbearable than my own death. For that, the French wolf reluctantly earned my gratitude.
Nevertheless, upon his death, I went to the Alliance, pleading for the assignment as Shavone’s protector. They refused, bringing LaFontaine back into her life even though the bastard had abandoned her once before.
I threatened to challenge him, was on my way to do so. Kennedy convinced me otherwise. She used witchcraft to limit Shavone’s sex drive.
“It’s better than a wolf war,” Kennedy had said. “And drawing attention to a Soft witch.”
The fence in ruins, I call Kennedy now. “What happened to your spell?”
“You’ll have to be more specific, Enrique.”
“Shavone let LaFontaine fuck her.”
“What?” Kennedy gasps. “I bound your touch as the terminus. Either she discovered the hex and removed it or” —
When I interviewed her. “You didn’t tell me I couldn’t touch her.”
Kennedy hisses. “In order to have touched her you needed to have been in contact with her. Which, of course, is completely against Alliance orders.”
The fault is mine. I did this. I released her libido. Now there is only one remedy. I have to make her mine.
“Fuck the Alliance.” I hang up on Kennedy.

Soft Shatter Playlist

The Flaming Lips - Fight Test

Kiss of Life - Sade

I Don’t Trust Myself - John Mayer

Al Green - Tired of Being Alone

Rufus - Tell me something Good

Earth Wind and Fire - Greatest Hits, Sing a Song; Reasons

Corinne Bailey Rae — Trouble Sleeping

Leela James - Music

Kristina Train - Dark Black

Corinne Bailey Rae - Put Your Records On

About Dany Rae Miller

I’m Dany Rae Miller and I believe in the power of love.
I believe that love ~ real, unconditional, soulful devotion ~ can change who you are as a person. It can change you from shy to open, wary to trusting, scared to brave, running in circles to holding on to your rock.
Young and naive, believing I was in love, I married right out of high school. Three years later, I was a brokenhearted, single mom of a toddler. Fast forward two more years to another sweetheart turned asshole and my faith in love was lost.
Done with boys, I built a life for my child and me by myself. It wasn’t easy, but I grew up and learned how to stand on my own two feet. I didn’t need a man, I reasoned, I’ve got my confidence.
In my mid twenties, I wanted to up my earning power and decided to go to college, setting my sights on journalism school. It was then, when I wasn’t looking for him, that the love of my life walked into a college speech class and sat down next to me.
The right person at the right time changes everything and mends even the most shattered trust. I am living proof. That’s what I try to put into my novels.
When I’m at the computer writing, life is golden. It just doesn’t get any better than weaving sometimes euphoric and sometimes gut-wrenching tales of erotic romance.
In former lives, I was an advertising rep, then, a property manager. After college, I became a TV producer, and an award-winning screenwriter.
Now, I conjure sexy love stories from thin air. It’s a tough job, but someone’s gotta do it. I do it from my home in spectacular Colorado (a location featured prominently in my stories) where I live with my wonderful husband and two affectionate kitties.

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Just a Small Towne girl…

Raised on fairytales and dreams of true love, Arden Winger left for college with a smile on her face and a happy, hopeful heart. Fast-forward seven years and that small town is behind her, but not the baggage she’s been carrying since she left.

Just a city boy…

It’s not that Exton Alexander had anything against relationships—he just never had the desire to try. Not necessarily jaded, Exton considered himself a realist. Little did he know, the one woman that would change everything was about to rock his world. This Alpha male knows the second he lays eyes on her that Arden is special-- now he just has to work past her defenses.

Excerpt: Meet Arden & Exton

The bartenders in the VIP section are incredibly attentive and within sixty seconds of placing my order I’ve got a chocolate martini in my hand courtesy of a girl who looks like she should be a runway model as opposed to a bartender.  Color me skeptical that the drink is going to be even halfway decent.  Taking a sip, I let out a low moan of pure pleasure as the perfect flavor spreads across my tongue and I mentally scold myself for judging a book by its cover.  She isn’t just a bartender—she’s a mixologist.

I hear a groan at the same moment that I feel someone standing right at my back.  It sends a shiver through me as I lower my drink.

“I’ve never wanted a chocolate drink before,” a deep and incredibly sexy voice growls against my ear, “but listening to that moan made me want ninety of them.”

I have no explanation for why my nipples immediately become so hard that they could chip diamonds, nor do I know why I’ve got goose bumps.  I’m reasonably sure that the reason my panties are damp is because whoever he is, he smells like liquid sex.  Straightening my back and mentally erecting my barriers, I turn to tell the man with the fuck me voice to take a hike.

As soon as I’m turned to him, I realize my error.  He was too close to begin with and now, I’m right against him, looking at a pair of sexy as sin lips.  Suddenly my own feel desert dry and I lick them as I continue staring at his mouth and jaw line.  Sweet holy hell—this man’s DNA could be bottled and sold for millions.  I’m not even seeing all of his face and already I know that’s he’s beautiful.

A jostling from behind pushes him forward forcing us up against each other—enough so that I can feel that he’s semi hard.  My breath leaves me in a whoosh, as my panties get even wetter, and my inner voice is now screaming at me to run—far and fast.  Taking a deep breath I raise my free hand and set it on his chest, pushing him back from me.  “Don’t touch me,” I snap.

Lifting his hands to his side so that I can see them he says, “Don’t be angry, Beautiful.  I didn’t mean to close in on you like that. I just wanted to meet you.”

I am liquid just from listening to the husky tone of his voice, and it both annoys and terrifies me.  Lifting my eyes up to check out the rest of his features, I shiver as I get a good look at the man before me.  He’s well over six feet tall with jet-black hair and cognac colored eyes that are sending a very sexual message.  Licking my lips, I try to think of something to say, then stop dead when my brain finally engages and I realize that I’m staring at Exton freaking Alexander.

Yes, you read that correctly.

I am face to face with one of the biggest playboys in Hollywood, Exton Alexander.

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Ella Fox  writes like a woman possessed whenever she gets the chance!  She is the author of The Hart Family Series, The Renegade Saints Series and The Catch Series.

When she’s not writing, Ella indulges the gypsy in her blood and travels the country.  Ella loves reading, movies, music, buying make-up, reading Tmz, Twitter and pedicures… not necessarily in that order. She has a wild sense of humor and loves to laugh.  Her favorite thing in the world is hanging out with her family and watching comedy movies.

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Release Day Blitz: One Day At A Time by Evan Grace

For the past 4 years Cash has been living his life one day at a time… 

Finally sober, he's running is own business and repairing his relationship with his sister.  He's happy with his life and proud of his accomplishments he's made. Now if only he could completely forgive himself for the mistakes he's made.  

Tessa Brooks has lived a simple life…

She helps her widowed brother raise his daughter and spends her days surrounded by books. Then one day, a chance encounter brings her face to face with a man who will open her eyes to what she's been missing in life, happiness.

Tessa awakens something in Cash he thought was dead and buried long ago.

As their relationship grows he knows he needs to tell her about his past, but he’s afraid of how she will react. Will she be able to handle the painful truth of his past?

When forces out of their control lead them both down a path of destruction, they are both left wondering. Will their love be enough to heal each other when they need the other person the most?

AMAZON

THE STARTING OVER SERIES

                                  AMAZON                     AMAZON                      AMAZON 

A Midwesterner and self-proclaimed nerd, Evan has been an avid reader most of her life, but five years ago got bit by the writing bug, and it quickly became her addiction, passion and therapy. When the voices in her head give it a rest, she can always be found with her e-reader in her hand. Some of her favorites include, Shayla Black, Jaci Burton, Madeline Sheehan and Jamie Mcguire. Evan finds a lot of her inspiration in music, so if you see her wearing her headphones you know she means business and is in the zone.

During the day Evan works for a large homecare agency and at night she’s superwoman. She’s a wife to Jim and a mom to Ethan and Evan, a cook, a tutor, a friend and a writer. How does she do it? She’ll never tell.

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Title: Ricochet

Author: Jessica Wilde

Genre: Romantic Suspense

Release Date: February 23, 2015

Fear.

It's the last thing I remembered.

I was afraid.

Afraid to fight, afraid to run… afraid to breathe.

Then, everything had gone dark. As if life was finally hearing my pleas, my cries to end the torment. To end the fear.

But even in the dark, I still felt it.

I always felt it.

My life had been a ricochet of one event leading to the next. Bouncing back and forth from good to bad. Happiness to despair. Hope to fear.

My name is Arianna West. I'm stronger now. Steady. Alive.

I can find a way to survive on my own. I can see what is coming for me. I can channel my fear into strength.

Except… I didn't see Jack.

And Jack changed everything.

For readers 18+ due to language, violence, and sexual content.

I live in Morgan Utah with my husband, daughter, and dog, Kolo. I write as often as my active daughter will let me and my husband has the patience of a saint. I find inspiration from dreams, people I meet, and life experiences. When I write, I usually end up drinking one too many cans of Peace Tea, eating three too many Fruit by the Foot fruit snacks, and accidentally kicking my pup and best buddy, Kolo, too many times since he loves to sleep under my desk at my feet. I started writing as a teen, but my fear of the unknown won out every time and I threw everything out. After becoming a mother and deciding to stay at home to raise my beautiful little girl, I tried again when I couldn't stop thinking of ideas. I loved every minute, every hour of sleep lost, and every character that came to life in my mind. It's strange, but my favorite moments are when I have writer's block because I can turn to my husband and find inspiration through him by just doing what we do best together. Talking, laughing, and just being in love. He doesn't like to read, but he never stops encouraging me to keep going. Writing has become an important part of my life and every book has a special place in my heart.