Saturday, January 17, 2015

~~~BLOG TOUR WITH REVIEW~~~ SINGLE VOLUME ONE by Lyra Parish






Single Volume One



Lyra Parish




 





Blurb



After failing miserably at love, Roxane VanBuren swears off men but not before her determined best friend shows her all the advantages of being single. After a wild weekend full of sex, old-flames, and secrets, Roxane is desperate to forget it ever happened. But she learns it isn't that easy.





Since becoming the President of VanBuren Investments, she knows how important it is for her professional and personal life to remain separate from one another. If the two were to mix, the rumors could possibly ruin her reputation, which is bad for her and bad for business. To avoid that, Roxane allows rules to define and guide her every move. Unfortunately for her, Parker Williams is determined to break them all, one at a time.





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                                                            ~~~REVIEW~~~




I received a copy of Single:Volume 1 by Lyra Parish in exchange for an honest review. I have to say WOW!!! Roxanne VanBuren who is President of VanBuren Investments which is a family business. Parker Williams was hired as a lawyer for VanBuren Investments. Lyra Parish did a wonderful job with this story to the point that I was so into the book and only going to read one more chapter before bed found myself finishing the book. To see Roxanne at work and then to see her on the weekends you can say she "Let's down her hair" Does her day time catch up with her on the weekend or is the weekend catching up with her during the week? Those are questions that will be answered when you read the book. This book is hot. The sex scenes are well done. VERY HOT!!! I so can not wait for Volume 2 cause wow I need see how Roxanne handles what is ahead of her. Yes this is a fast read Lyra sucks you right in right from the very beginning. 


Excerpt #1 



Oh. My. God, I thought as Mr. Sex-on-legs leaned in and nibbled on my bottom lip like we were lovers. Though we've talked for weeks through a messaging service on an online dating site, tonight was the first time we had met in person, and I was sure it would be the last. Yes, the last. This decision wasn't made because Alex was boring or bad looking—he was far from either. I decided this because of the rules I’d set in place to ensure that there would be no sort of relationship in my future.


With a raspy voice full of sex appeal, he said all the right things to progress the inevitable, and he was confident about it. Whether what he said was truth or lies, I didn't care. My intentions were purely physical, not to learn every detail about him or fall in love. That wasn't possible anyway. Love was an emotion that took time, an investment, and I didn't believe in love at first sight. It always seemed like a silly concept to me. Love is a complicated emotion within itself. Add the first-sight bullshit to love, and I become completely lost on the subject.


As I sat there listening to Alex talk in depth about architectural design, a thought crossed my mind: I didn't know if Alex was actually his real name or not, and if it wasn't, then the playing field was even—because I didn't give him mine. There were rules to the game of potential one-night stands in the Internet dating world, rules that I followed religiously. I had a reputation to uphold, and there were too many stalkers and psychos around.


First rule: Never give your real name.


Second rule: Use the same fake name, so you won't forget who you are.


Instead of being Roxane VanBuren, the President of VanBuren Investments, tonight I was Katie, the girl who had one goal in mind. The girl who refused to talk about where she worked, and who also happened to love tequila and dirty martinis. Katie's favorite place to meet men she chatted with on the Internet was the Hilton Hotel Bar downtown. The location ensured there wouldn't be far to go if the night progressed into something else.


Third rule: Never bring men home.


It didn't take long for him to confirm that the night would be full of sex. A few drinks smothered with innuendoes, and we couldn't keep our hands and lips off of one another. After the last-minute booking of a room and the swipe of his credit card, we were stumbling through the hotel between kisses. Once inside the room, every single piece of clothing on our bodies disappeared from pure desire.


I ran my fingers through his blond hair as he pulled me closer to his strong body. Teeth grazed my neck, then he laid me down on the bed. Gently, his lips moved over my breasts. He flicked and nibbled on my nipple, then licked up my chest. I laughed because no one had ever licked from my belly button to my mouth before. No, definitely not.


We were ravenous for each other, and I wanted him to devour me with his tender touch and generous mouth. Before we went any further, Alex stood long enough for me to admire him. Muscles rippled down his stomach and his ass. Then he caught me staring and lifted an eyebrow as he quickly rolled a condom over his dick. Well, it was the best muscle on his body.


Fourth rule: Always have protection available. Safe sex is important.


Prepared. I love a man who is perpetually ready for his next adventure. Alex pulled me to the edge of the bed, and that was when I really noticed the dimple in his chin. Yes, a fucking dimple, and it was cute.


"That brown hair . . . are your eyes two different colors?"


I stopped kissing him. "Yeah. Green and brown."


"You are so fucking sexy, Katie," he whispered as he guided himself inside of me. Ready didn't fully describe how my body took him. It had been months since I felt that.


At first, he went slow. He gave me deep thrusts, long and hard. Out of nowhere, as if he switched bodies with a virgin, he was in and out so quickly that I thought it was a drive-by sex session to see how quick he could fuck. In and out. In and out. In and out. Over and over, again and again.


I felt like I had been pranked. The foreplay was amazing, but the actual act after the warm-up thrusts lacked in several areas. If I were to rate it, I'd say a strong two. I sarcastically moaned as I mentally counted in my head. My body desperately craved the release of an orgasm, but I wasn't even close. Actually, I was completely turned off.


Before I could even attempt to get myself there, he was bucking and moaning with his mouth wide open. "Oh. Oh. Uh. Uh. Uh. Oooooooooooh," he said, as he pushed a little deeper into me and finished his powerful orgasm, robbing me of mine.


I looked over at the clock on the table.


Five minutes.


It took him a total of five damn minutes before he came.


I sighed as he climbed off of me, tied the condom in a knot, then threw it in the trash. A huge smile filled the bastard’s face as he laid down completely satisfied. I wasn't sure if that really just happened or not. It was not supposed to happen like that. Both people were supposed to be satisfied.


"God, that was soooo good. Your pussy is perfection, Katie. That orgasm. Best one I've ever had," he said as I stared at the ceiling, trying to determine what the fuck just happened. Never in my life had someone fucked so fast that it left me speechless.


"Want to go for round two after I catch my breath?" he asked, then turned and looked at me.


I sat up in bed, wondering if he was fucking kidding. When I looked over at him, I realized he wasn't.


"Wait. Wait a damn second," I said.


"It was just as good for you, wasn't it?" He tried to pull me close to him so we could . . . wait for it— cuddle.


Fifth rule: No cuddling. It gives false hope and triggers emotions.


I pushed away from him and sarcastically laughed. It was almost hard for me to comprehend the absurdity of this situation. Obviously, he had not experienced the same five minutes of horrible sex that I just had, not by the smile on his face and the lingering hardness of his dick.


"No. Just, no. Actually, I think that was the worst five minutes of my life. I didn't even come. I wasn't even fucking close." I stood, exasperated by the fact that he wanted me to experience that again. I shook my head, and searched for every piece of clothing that I had quickly removed ten minutes prior, then grabbed my high heels and slipped them on.


"I thought you had. You were just so tight."


I wanted him to choke on every word I had said. After another moment, he finally understood what had taken place. "Hey, it was longer than five minutes. Let me make it up to you. Round two," he pled.


"Not happening. And just a pointer—fucking isn't a race. Next time, when some other idiot decides to fuck you, which I can guarantee will not be me, try to go for the marathon session and make sure she actually gets off. It makes you look like a selfish asshole, otherwise. Women don't like that."


"And you . . . well, you're being a bitch."


"Not the first time I've been called that, and I'm sure it won't be the last." I glared at him as I zipped my skirt. If looks could kill, he would have disintegrated instantly. Without taking a glance back at him, I slammed the door and walked furiously to the elevator. I stepped inside with hopes of forgetting what just happened, but somehow I couldn't. The images of him fast-fucking me were already replaying in my mind.


Dammit.


Two weeks ago, when we started chatting online, or even two hours ago, when we first met in person, I never suspected he would be the one to deliver me the most regretful sex of my entire life. He said all the right things, had a little swagger, a nice ass, and a fit body. What a waste of a good-looking man. No wonder he was single.


From that point on, I was convinced that there would always be something wrong with people who searched for love, or even just sex, online. So, I needed to figure out my issue and fix it, otherwise, my future might be doomed to speed racers.


When I got home, I took a shower with hopes of removing the entire situation from my body. After I lay down in bed, I slipped my hands down below and tried to relieve myself . . . but I couldn't. Frustrated both physically and mentally, I tried to force myself to sleep, deprived of the stress-relief that sex delivered and that I desperately craved.


Eventually, I would learn that playing with lust was like playing with fire; sometimes one got burned, while other times, one just enjoyed the warmth. Tonight, I was scorched.


Before I fell asleep, I pulled out my phone and texted my best friend, Stacey.


Me: I'm officially giving up on men. I'm done.


There was no reply.




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Excerpt #2



I was everything. I was nothing. I was weak, crumbling, melting into little pieces each time his tongue touched mine. We didn't rush. My world crashed down around me one touch at a time. This was my own personal doomsday, with an attack on my emotions, but I didn't prep. I wasn't ready to feel like, this but somehow I did.


He pulled me closer, so close, and his kiss deepened.


Parker.


His name was on my lips, but his lips were stealing my words, only allowing my thoughts to burn within me. I couldn't focus. I was losing everything that I was, that I stood for, and that I believed in. Relationships and Roxane didn't go together. What the hell was I doing?




Ten Fun Facts about Lyra Parish






1: When I first started writing I wrote young adult novels. Funny considering all the steam that I write now.


2: I've been writing since 2011


3: I have a black cat named nibbler named after the creature in Futurama


4: I'm from Texas


5: I pimp-slap spreadsheets at the day job


6: I have two bachelor degrees: Finance and Economics


7: I'm one of the easiest people to talk to. It may be because of number 4. Haha.


8: In my spare time, I love to ride my bike and glamp (glamorous camping). It's two of my favorite things to do.


9: I have way too many apple products in my house.


10: I'm addicted to drink buffets, electronics, and calendars.


 


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About Lyra Parish



Lyra Parish loves to write, glamp, and sing obnoxiously loud at the top of her lungs in the shower. Sweet love stories (along with the dirty ones) make her gush. She is a firm believer that a person can never have too many cups of coffee, cats, or happily ever afters. When she isn't busy writing, she can be found sipping various beverages from her non-alcoholic drink buffet, pimp slapping excel spreadsheets, or riding her bike. Lyra lives in Texas with her glassblowing, guitar-playing hubby and black cat named Nibbler.


For more information or to contact, please visit: lyraparish.com


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Friday, January 16, 2015

~~~RELEASE BLITZ~~~ YES,MASTER by NJ Cole


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BOOK INFORMATION



TITLE – Yes, Master

AUTHOR – NJ Cole

GENRE – Erotica

PUBLICATION DATE – January 16, 2014

LENGTH (Pages/# Words) - 10K

PUBLISHER – Butterfly Publishing

COVER ARTIST – Tm Franklin








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BOOK SYNOPSIS



Mary Jennings hit rock bottom. A stripper and brand new mother in New York City, she’s offered a

reprieve by her sister to move to Reno for a fresh start. Deciding to go for it, her life takes a drastic turn

when she offers to help out a friend.




After a car accident leaves Colton bed ridden, a surprising offer of assistance turns into so much more.

Driven by his need to dominate, sparks fly in the most unexpected way.




A natural submissive and a professional Dominant—what happens when they spend every waking

minute together? Will she be able to resist? Or will she give in to the urge and submit to him

completely?




Find out in this page turning sequel to Yes, Mistress.






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EXCERPT




“Mary, are you a good girl?”




His words made butterflies erupt in my stomach and seem to fly out from between my legs. “Are you,

Mary?” he repeated.




I don’t know why I responded the way I did, but I said, “Yes.”




“Then be a good girl and use your hands to help me with this little problem.”




I’d never actually given a hand job before. I’d used my hand to get a guy hard but never long enough

for




him to finish. “I, uh … I don’t know what to do.” I felt my cheeks blush.




“Just like you’ve had been doing, Mary.”




I trembled as I brought my hand up and down his shaft. “Rub your hand over the head, good girl,” he

groaned. I did as he told me and was surprised when fluid leaked from the tip instantly. “It’s been a

while,” he said by way of explanation, and warning apparently, because not two minutes later he

groaned, “You’re going to want to get a tissue, good girl.”




I leaned forward to get a tissue from the night stand on the other side of him. I was still jerking him off

with one hand, and because it was such a far reach, when I stretched for the tissue, my breast touched

the head of his penis. Colton let out a strangled yelp, and before I could even pull back, I felt something

warm and wet on my blouse. I stood up quickly, but apparently, he wasn’t finished because several

more streams of the warm fluid shot into the air. One landed right in the middle of my shirt, and the

other fell onto the back of my hand that was still gripping him firmly.




“Motherfucker,” he grunted as the last stream shot from his body.



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NJ Cole is the author of five published books, Midnight Caller, Midnight Eternal, Landslide, Second

Chances and Yes, Mistress. Unlike many of today’s authors, she chooses to write in first person, allowing

the readers to experience life through the eyes of the unique characters that live in her head. Her love

of those characters and respect for their stories come through loud and clear in her writing. With over

two million reads of her online work in the past year NJ Cole is clearly an up and coming author.




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Thursday, January 15, 2015

~~~RELEASE DAY & GIVEAWAY~~~ IT'S A DATE by J. Epps and S. Brümmer

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Book Info

Title: It's A Date

Authors: J. Epps & S. Brümmer

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Cover Designer: Judi Perkins

Release Date: January 15th 2015

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Synopsis
Worlds are realigned on one winter’s night.

“The thunderous storm that he is intensifies and I'm about to beg him for this.”

The Ballerina
I've had plenty of practice being graceful, but he has my heart tripping over my pointe shoes. I've conditioned myself to rely on nobody else and I won't start now. I'll push back as hard as I can. However, he seems to be determined on pulling down the wall I use to separate myself from others. Removing myself from his vise grip just became excruciatingly difficult. The storm that follows this man—no, the storm that is this man—has given me more than what I’ve bargained for.

The Storm
The primal need I have for her is deeper than any I’ve experienced before. My world has shifted in more ways than one, and I’m not going to stand around and be held hostage where I don’t belong. The next move I make won’t be for anyone else but myself, and if it happens to bring my world to a screeching halt, then I’m not going to fight it. I’m determined. I want her.



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Jess & Sasha -
JSAuthors. The co-authors come as a package deal with extravagant ribbons laced on top. Their combined enthusiasm is seen as a pink sunrise, uniquely captivating. They share a love for writing, fictional romance, passion-fruit tea lemonade, sweetened and shaken on ice, as well as the color pink. Their combined efforts to share their internal monologues, since they share a brain, can be found in The Date Series.

    J. Epps

J. Epps

Jess is a registered dental hygienist by day and a contemporary romance author by night. She currently resides in the Greater St. Louis area with her husband of over a year. When Jess isn’t writing (meaning her characters aren’t demanding her undivided attention), she enjoys reading books, scouring Pinterest, collecting fountain pens, and traveling with her husband.

S. Brümmer

S. Brümmer

A self-published author by night and all around busybody by day, Sasha is an international baby, born in gorgeous South Africa. Her cultured lifestyle is one that many don’t get to experience. Four countries, and a co-author later, she has published her first book of The Date Series. When she’s not preoccupied with her imposing owl fixation, she’s hashing out new ways to translate a titillating and libidinous scene onto a page.

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~~BLOG TOUR WITH REVIEW~~ SECRET SANTA by Jennifer Benson








Tonight is the night of the office holiday party and Olive Harper, a paralegal for a New Jersey law firm, was put in charge of the planning. To her surprise, a new employee has been hired at the firm and has brought his brother, Murphy Scott, as his guest. When Murphy wakes up on a strange couch in a strange house, he is curious and concerned until he is greeted by the beautiful woman whom he met last night at a holiday party. Instantly intrigued by her long night shirt and knee high socks, neither Murphy nor Olive could know where a chance meeting at an office holiday party might take them, but thanks to a Secret Santa, they are about to find out.




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******REVIEW BY TERRI******
What a great Christmas story!  It was not what I was expecting at all.  Here is an office worker, going to an office Christmas party, they will have a Santa and she falls in love with him.  Ha!  Not at all!

Olive and Murphy are one HOT couple.  She is a tough cookie and tells it like it is.  I love that in leading women characters.  She works for a law firm who hires on a new partner.  That partner shows up and brings his brother to the office party.  Who cares why he is there, he is hot!

This is such a cute story with some incredibly hot scenes guaranteed to melt the cold winter chill.  I am interested in reading more from Jennifer Benson.






My couch night was made up of my coziest pajama boxer shorts, my softest button down pajama shirt, my softy soft knee high socks and my hair thrown up in a messy bun on top of my head. I settled in to start reading my newest Kindle download. I was reaching for my mug of hot chocolate from the side table when my phone buzzed. I looked toward it and debated on whether or not to even check it, but it might have been Mikella. She had told me she would be working late tonight from home and might be calling…ugh


M: Well it took me five fucking days to finally get your number, but I got it. I had to do a couple of things I’m not proud of and will have flashing before my eyes at my final moments, but they were worth it. How about a little pic to make up for my acts?


O: Who in the hell is this?
M: Wow, you’ve forgotten me already. Well, how about I give you a reminder of your body pressed up against mine in your hallway with you only wearing a flimsy pajama shirt that barely covered the little boxer shorts that barely covered your ass. Your braless tits rubbing up against me causing my morning wood to get even more painfully hard.
O: Holy shit! Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?
M: I kissed your mouth with this mouth and I’d love to do it again and again and again. Then kiss even more places on you.
O: Seriously, who is this?
M: Woman, you had better fucking know who this is. Grrrr
O: Did you just Grrr at me?
M: I did and if you don’t type my name in your next response I’m getting on a plane and I’m going to remind you exactly who I am.
O: Oh Merick. How are you? It has been forever.
M: Woman!!! I have the phone in my hands
O: Oh sorry M… what was it again.
M: I’m dialing the airport…
O: Good! And when you get a hold of them you can tell them that the WOMAN you are coming out here to see is presently wearing another pajama shirt as well as an even smaller pair of boxer shorts and knee high socks. Murphy :p
M: Damn I was hoping to be on the plane by the time you ‘said’ my name.
O: And what would you have done when you got here?
M: Open your front door and find out
O: What? Are you really… stop
M: Olive?
M: Olive?
M: Woman!!
O: They are beautiful thank you :/
M: What is the :/ for? What you don’t like Gerbera daisies and Asters? You have a bunch of pictures of them around your house.
O: No, no. I do I love them, thank you.
M: Then why the :/ not the :D
M: Hello?
O: I’m here. I was just putting them in a vase. They are now up on my mantel. Pic attached
M: Holy Shit! I miss those lips. Did I really just meet you six days ago?
O: Yup. At a wonderful beautifully decorated country club that you drank yourself into a stupor at that required me to bring you home with me. Are you going to tell me what that was about BTW?
M: I had just lost a major deal and was pissed. Then I was dragged by my older brother to his new firm’s holiday party which was held in an awesomely decorated winter wonderland by a lady who has great legs that I would love to have …
M: Has it really only been six days? You’re sure?
O: my legs wrapped around your waist and my back pressed up against my hallway wall
M: as I run my tongue over the seam of your lips then slide in your delicious mouth until you are moaning for more
O: Murphy?
M: Yes
O: I really wanted you to be at my front door when I opened it :(
M: Me too :(
M: can we get back to you moaning my name?











Quick fire




Why did you start writing?
I see stories in my head and feel the need to put them down
Who inspires you to write?
The voices in my head
Who would you love to write with?
Oh my, what a question – so many that I would name – Nicholas Sparks and E.B. White 

 
What makes you start writing?
The constant chattering of the voice in my head
Do you set deadlines?
 I probably should just to force myself to keep on track. I’m easily sidetracked.

 
Any advice for any new starters?
Work with outlines, set deadlines, make friends in the indie world, treat others how you want to be treated, be willing to ask for help and help in return when asking for help.













~~~BLOG TOUR~~~ RESCUE ME by Kathy Coopmans



Rescue Me (Book two of The Shelter Me Series) by Kathy Coopmans BLOG TOUR

Jan.12th-22nd

                                       

Synopsis:



Erin McIntyre is a survivor. Four years ago she bundled up her six year old daughter and set sail into uncharted waters with nothing more than the will to survive. When offered a place to stay and a new job by her best friend's cousin Adam, she simply cannot refuse...but Adam quickly becomes more than a friend. Scared to love again, and convinced that giving her heart to a man will only lead to pain, Erin remains steadfast, certain the only person she can trust is herself. But when her past comes knocking, threatening to tear her carefully constructed world apart, and the support of a person who believes in her more than she does herself will be the one thing that can keep her head above water. Will old habits prove too hard to break and leave Erin drowning in a sea of self-doubt, or can she let go of her fears and learn to love once more?



Adam Payne never thought he would find Love. He really wasn’t even looking for it. He fell hard and he fell fast for Erin McIntyre. Determined to show her that she is worthy of not only his love but worthy of herself. He will stop at nothing to make this woman his and when their love for one another surfaces into a love that Erin never thought would come her way her past comes back to haunt them all. Will Adam be able to Rescue Erin from her worst fear or will she pack up and run for the simple reason that the only thing she has ever known is her will to try and survive.



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                                       ~~~ REVIEW~~~
I received a copy of Rescue Me in exchange for an 

honest review. HOLY HELL WHERE DO I 

START???? NEEDS MORE THAN JUST 5 Stars!! 

Kathy continued to blow my mind cause

 being book two she sure disappoint. 

Picks up where Shelter Me left off. This is the story 

of Adam who is Shayne's cousin and Erin who is 

Shayne's best friend. Kathy did an amazing job with 

this story touching on abuse and falling in love or 

trying to love after abuse. A survior Erin is and her 

will to survive. This book had every emotion out

 there from happy,sad,scared,crying,hair 

pulling,laughter and pure joy. I wanted to pull my 

hair out a few times and on the edge of my seat with

 things that were happening. But I do recommend 

this story.  



                  REVIEW FOR SHELTER ME
Holy Shit this must be blow Kim's mind week on books cause Kathy Coopmans Shelter me did just that. This book has everything in it.   Shayne and Luke's story.  Shayne and Luke separated 7 years ago due to some secret Shayne had no clue about just that Luke up and left her. Only one day her whole world changes. Thats where all the emotions come into play. Happiness,laughter,sadness,tears and of course I don't think it would be Kathy if I wasn't pulling my hair and sitting on the edge of my seat praying all goes well.   I so recommend this book.  This deserves more than 5 stars that's for sure.



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Trailer:

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Excerpt:



“Ready?” I ask as I approach him and continue on into the kitchen to get my purse.



“Yup, and I am starving. Let’s go.” He advances towards me. “Damn, woman! You’re not wearing those jeans, are you? No fucking way.”



Bewildered and totally caught off guard by his statement, I stand there with my hands on my hips.



“What the hell are you talking about? There isn’t anything wrong with these jeans.”



“No there’s not, and that’s the problem. Your sweet, fine ass looks too good in those jeans. I don’t want to have to kick someone’s ass for checking you out, especially when I have the girls with me. Can you go put on a baggy pair of sweatpants or something?”



“What are you playing at, Adam?” I remove my hands from my hips and place one of them on his forehead. “Are you coming down with something?”



He gently pulls me into his rock hard body.



“Oh, sweet cheeks. I came down with something three months ago when I checked out that ass of yours when I was in Texas,” he says with humor and as low-key as he can be. “And I am not playing.”



“You’re unbelievable,” I say, rolling my eyes.



Adam lifts me up onto the counter and whispers in my ear words that leave a tingle of pure pleasure down my spine.



“Although I love every tantalizing, sexy curve of your body, I am most definitely an ass man, sweetheart. And this ass,” he says as he places his hands underneath me and gives my bottom a light squeeze, “Has been in my dreams for the past three months. I can’t wait until I can feel it uncovered because Erin, I am going to make you feel like you have never felt before.”



“Oh my God, Adam.” I can barely get out a word as I feel my throat tighten up and, holy hotness, this man is mentally seducing me and I love it.



“You feel it too, don’t you, Erin?” he speaks in a ragged, raspy voice as he trails soft kisses up my neck.



“I do,” I whimper.









Shelter Me (Book one of The Shelter Me Series)

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Author Bio:

Kathy is a Michigan native where she lives with her husband Tony. They have two son's Aaron and Shane.

She is a sports nut. Her favorite sports include NASCAR, Baseball and Football.

By day she is a hairstylist and loves her job.

She has always been an avid reader and at the young age of 50 decided she wanted to write. She claims she can do several things at once and still stay on task. Her favorite quote is "I got this."



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~~~RELEASE DAY & GIVEAWAY~~~ WHATEVER YOU DO (Try Again, #2) by Stephanie Smith

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Title: Whatever You Do (Try Again, #2)

Author: Stephanie Smith

Release Date: January 15, 2014

Genre: Contemporary Romance

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Blurb

How do you trust someone who is everything you’re trying to avoid?

Harper Lindell is having a bad day. You know, if a bad day consists of getting fired from your cushy job and then catching your boyfriend red handed playing hide the salami.

Sick of meeting the same guys over and over, Harper decides to try her luck at Internet dating. How bad could it be? Right?

Tate Washington wasn’t looking to meet anyone. Still dealing with the consequences of his one serious relationship, all he’s interested in is revamping his family’s behind-the-times café.

He didn’t plan on seeing the beautiful receptionist from Argo again, walking into his life to use his café as a dating hub, and using him as a BFF.

Can Harper really trust Tate, who is everything she thinks she needs to steer clear of?

Can Tate wait while Harper works through her insecurities and fears?



Excerpt

Tate chuckles as he picks up a tomato and throws it to me. Thanking my quick reflexes, I catch it mid-air.

“Here, cut those,” he says, gesturing to the pile of tomatoes already stacked on the bench next to where he is preparing bacon.

I pop the tomato down and head to wash my hands. Once I return to the counter, Tate approaches me with an apron and wraps his arms around me as he ties the strings in front. We get stuck into it and work in companionable silence for the next few minutes.

“I’m sorry about the other day,” he says, not pausing for a second from the bacon he is cutting.

“I know,” I respond.

“I’m glad we’re okay.”

“Me, too.”

Silence descends once more, and we continue our tasks before Tate speaks again. “The other day, you said how you’ve never felt an instant connection with someone before.”

“Yeah?” I ask warily, wondering if I freaked him out.

“I didn’t get to tell you that I feel the same. When we’re together, it feels right.”

“Yeah … it does.”

Even though we don’t mention another thing about it, the silence doesn’t come again as the shots keep flowing and the music on the old radio gets louder and louder. We are laughing and carrying on and there is more ‘accidental’ touching on both sides.

‘Black Widow’ by Iggy Azalea and Rita Ora flows through the speakers and I sigh in happiness. “I love this song.” I leave my tomatoes

behind to shake my hips all over the kitchen to the beat, singing along with the lyrics.


Warmth covers my back as two strong hands land on my hips. Tate pushes into me from behind and moves his hips along with my own or forces my hips to move along with his—I’m not sure.

“You’re so fucking sexy, Harper,” he whispers into my ear. “I won’t be able to keep this friendship platonic if you keep shaking your ass like that in my kitchen.” His warm breath flows over my collarbone as he nuzzles my neck and goosebumps break out across my skin. Tate must notice as he lifts his head and slowly peppers small, light kisses along the crease of my shoulder.

My head rolls back onto his shoulder, and my body liquefies at the intimate and sensual touch. He’s breaking down my walls. My common sense. He’s slowly softening me, melting me so he can mould me as he pleases, and it’s working.

As the realisation hits me, I jump out of Tate’s arms, grab hold of his hand, and pull him to the middle of the kitchen. I smile seductively at him and wink. “I’ll just have to keep you in line and focused then.”

He throws his head back and laughs, allowing me to ignore the moment and lead him around the centre workbench as we shake, shimmy, and wiggle to ‘Shake it Off’ by Taylor Swift, which is now playing on the stereo.



Wherever You Will Go (Try Again, #1)

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Brooke Willis had everything she ever wanted: a happy marriage, volunteer placement at the art gallery, and the promise of starting a family with the man of her dreams.

Saxon Reed had everything he ever thought he needed: a successful career, nice cars, expensive apartment, and more money than he knew what to do with.

After losing her husband Brooke insists on taking over his company to keep his dreams alive. Struggling in an industry she knows nothing about, Brooke turns to Saxon, her husband’s best friend and business partner, for guidance and support. Their mutual grief, and Saxon’s need to look after his best friend’s wife, creates a connection beyond just business.

Can Brooke take over the company and find a new life without saying goodbye to the past? Can Saxon protect and care for Brooke without scaring her away?

What happens when your heart doesn’t listen to your head? When lines are crossed and boundaries are pushed?





About the Author

Stephanie Smith


I'm first & foremost a reader & fangirl, I will always be first & foremost a reader & fangirl. I am on street teams, I pimp and I brag. I LOVE my Authors!!

I have recently started writing as a way to relax and spend some time for me. My first novel Wherever You Will Go is due to release later this year. I'm having so much fun writing my first story and I'm looking forward to the journey it is taking me on.




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