Wednesday, July 23, 2014

Release Blitz & Giveaway: Come Back by J.A. Huss

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COME BACK - Release Blitz Dirty, Dark, & Deadly #2 

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Dirty, Dark, & Deadly, #2

By JA Huss 

Erotic Suspense

“Secrets keep the darkness alive,” Harper tells me. But that’s not how I see it at all. Secrets keep me alive. The truth is overrated. Honesty is never the best policy. And when your job involves killing the most dangerous men on earth, knowing more than you should, will get you killed.
Death is a business deal,” I tell her back. And I shake his hand every chance I get. Secrets are currency in my world. I pay my debts with them. I feed on them. They ground me in the present and they promise me a future.
But Harper Tate is everything I’ve ever wanted. She is my promise, she is my past, she is my future. She can be mine. She will be mine. All I have to do is complete the mission.
There’s just one problem.
I have no idea what it is.


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He takes three quick steps towards me and I back up instinctively, but I hit the sink. And then before I can come up with another plan, he’s pressed up against me, standing over me almost. His stare is captivating because everything about his expression, his body language, his breathing—all of it says this moment counts. His hands hover over my shoulders and then he give me a crooked smile. “Harper,” he says calmly. “What?” I snap again. “I want you. I’m going to touch you. I’m not fighting with you anymore. It’s a waste of time. I’m going to fuck the shit out of you right here, right now. In this goddamned desert shithole bathroom even though you deserve to be fucked on a tropical beach or somewhere with a mountain view, or, hell, even the goddamned Hummer would be better than right here. But you know what?” I swallow down my surprise. “What?” “You gotta make the most of what you got. And we’re not on a tropical beach or in front of a goddamned beautiful mountain. And fucking Smurfette is probably out in the Hummer. So this is all I got.” “None of this has anything to do with the fight we’re having.” He smiles and then nods at me. “Oh yes, it does. Because here’s the thing, Harp. We are about to have makeup sex. Right the fuck now. And if you don’t want me to do that, then feel free to finish this fight properly. You ready?” “So you’re gonna force me.” “I’ll count to three so you can have a few more moments to decide. One.” My heart begins to beat wildly. “What the hell—” “Two.” His hands are still hovering above my shoulders but now they slowly descend to rest on my upper arms. “Three.” I expect to be turned around, pushed against the sink, and fucked from behind. But that’s not what I get at all. His hands descend down my bare arms, stopping at the elbow for a brief moment to caress the soft skin on the underside. And then they continue down to my waist. He eases them underneath my tank top, and then places both palms flat against my skin. “I’ll take that as permission to proceed, but feel free to stop me at any time.” And then his strong hands grab my waist and place my ass on the edge of the sink. He cups my face and leans in, his lips lightly touching mine. I kiss him back. With tongue. I can feel the smile on his lips. Because he knows I gave in with that tongue. He won this fight hands down. I am out for the count before the bell even rings. “I win,” he whispers into my mouth. “I’m not here to fight with you. I’m not here to trick you. I’m not here to kill your pain-in-the-ass piece-of-shit brother. I’m here for you, Harper. And that’s all there is to it."   




ABOUT THE AUTHOR
JA Huss is the USA Today best-selling author of the Rook and Ronin series, the epic science fiction I Am Just Junco series, and hundreds of kid-friendly science books in subjects such as biology, physics, anatomy and physiology, astronomy, and forensics. She has an undergraduate degree in equine science and a master's degree in forensic toxicology. She has never taken a creative writing class and she hopes she never will. 


 

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Tuesday, July 22, 2014

Release Blitz & Giveaway: Torrent by Gemma James

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Title: Torrent (Condemned #1)
Author: Gemma James 
Publication date: July 22nd 2014 
Genres: Erotica, Romance
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I’ve been obsessed with Rafe Mason since I was thirteen. The twisted part of this story is that I still want him, even now. Now that he’s holding me captive on an island. Rafe has his reasons for doing what he’s doing, and if I’m honest, I can’t blame him—I’m the girl who sent him to prison for a heinous crime he didn’t commit. But now he’s free and the tables have turned…now he’s the one driven by obsession.
 
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1. I began writing Torrent last summer. Back then it was a barebones beginning about a young, reckless girl and her dead brother's best friend who couldn't fight his darkness any longer. The island has been in the story all along. 2. I really have Skye Warren to thank for how Torrent turned out. Last year around Christmas time, she called for submissions for a short story anthology about criminals. Well, I had an idea…and that idea was too good to confine to a short story. I decided to combine my earlier efforts with the premise of a girl sending a man to prison for a crime he didn't commit, and him coming back for what he felt he deserved. 3. Once I had the island in mind (small, privately own, with a single cabin on it), I turned to Google to find out if I could find any real islands of a similar nature to use as a reference. There just happens to be one about three hours from where I live, situated on the Oregon side of the Columbia River. It even has a cabin on it. I've driven there twice and have seen it from the highway. I call it "my island." The setting in the novel, though based on real places, is purely fictional, with the exception of the Columbia River and Portland, Oregon. 4. I rewrote the beginning about three, maybe four times. 5. Zach and Alex were originally full-blooded siblings. I gave into censoring myself out of fear of being banned from retailers, even though I had no intention at first of writing sexual scenes between the two. Once I changed their relation to step-siblings, the brief taboo scene in the beginning formed, and in my opinion, strengthened the setup of the novel. It also opened wicked avenues for book two. ;) 6. I didn't immediately know why Alex sent Rafe to prison. She was a stubborn character who kept me in the dark for a while! 7. Torrent is the first book in which I wrote from the hero's POV. It was interesting getting inside Rafe's head. 8. One of the twists about Rafe's past (something he learns after he's out of prison) basically wrote itself into the story part way through. Same with Jax, Rafe's buddy. These characters and subplots just popped in of their own accord! 9. If you're looking for an easy read with hearts, flowers, and mainstream topics—this isn't the book for you. This story will make you squirm, possibly make you sick at times, and push you into the darkest corners of your mind. But I'm a romantic at heart and believe in happy endings. Getting there is hell though. 10. I do not feel guilty about the cliffhanger ending. Have you watched any TV season finales lately? AHHHHHHHH! I understand the frustration, and I'm evil enough to rub my hands together in glee. Don't lynch me. I'm working on the second book. :D   
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About Gemma
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Gemma James (a pseudonym for Christina Jean Michaels) loves to explore the darker side of sex in her fiction. She's morbidly curious about anything dark and edgy and enjoys exploring the deviant side of human nature. Her stories have been described as being "not for the faint of heart." She lives with her husband and their four children—three rambunctious UFC/wrestling-loving boys and one girl who steals everyone’s attention.
   
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Release Blitz & Giveaway: Mr. X by Clarissa Wild

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Title: Mr. X
Author: Clarissa Wild
Publication Date: July 21, 2014
Genre: Dark Romance
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He’s come to kill me.

I’m a user and abuser of my own body. In my darkest hour I sold my soul to the devil and now I must pay the price. With his gun to my head I have no choice but to listen and obey, but I refuse to go down easily. Nothing is stronger than the will to survive. My instincts kicked into full gear the second he stepped into my motel room.

Except when I look at him I see my own heart staring back at me. A history tainted by blood.

I don’t know his name, but I know he wants me. To save myself I’ll sacrifice my sanity. My body. My soul. Something tells me the x-shaped scar that marks his eye is the only escape I have. He is Mr. X: the man who comes to claim my life. Can I save myself before he demands my heart?

WARNING: This book contains very disturbing situations, dubious consent, breath deprivation, strong language, drugs and alcohol, and graphic violence.



   
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She clenches her teeth. “You can’t keep me here …” “Watch me.” I lean against the wall, picking up a lighter and a pack of cigarettes. I’ve been dying for a smoke ever since I found her in that room. “And then what? Is this supposed to scare me?” she says, her hand fisted like she’s trying to resist, even though there is no way out of this. I smile and put down the lighter. “If you think I am doing all this just to scare you, you’re mistaken.” “Then what is the reason, huh? Why are you keeping me prisoner?” She fights the tears in her eyes. I can’t help feel a little overcome with the urge to grab her and kiss her to take away all the hurt. However, I can’t. The past cannot be erased. What we are is set in stone and nothing can chafe away the rugged surface of our souls. I’d be a liar if I said it doesn’t pain me to see her hurt, but I like pain. I live for it. I was reborn in it. I don’t fear it. On the contrary, I survive on it. Pain is a means to an end and her pain is my end. If she stops feeling pain, then so do I, and that would mean the end. It’s too soon. I need her pain to feel alive. And so, I will continue to make her answer for her sins. “A man must do what a man must do,” I say. “A man? How can you call yourself a man? You’re a monster.” The look in her eyes, so in awe of my wickedness, is exhilarating. I smile. “Thank you.” Her jaw drops, a brow rises, and she snarls. It’s amusing to see the mixed emotions scatter on her face. “Are you insane? Why are you thanking me?” “Because I’d rather be a monster than a man in your eyes. Being a monster beats being a wretched human being. You’ve freed me of the burden of having to act sane. So yes, you could say that I am insane.” She just stares at me, her mouth open, but in complete silence, like she’s at a loss for words. “Believe me when I say you are better off with me than out there,” I say. “You’re mad! You wanted to kill me, and now you say I’ll be safe with you?” she scoffs. “I never said you’ll be safe with me. I can get quite dangerous …” A smile quirks up my face. She shivers. Clutching her body, she stampedes toward me. “Let me out.” I grab both her arms, squeezing tight as I hold her back and look down at her. “You don’t want to do that.” “I want anything but staying here with you.” She tries to jerk free, but I keep her close, forcing her to listen. She cannot leave me, because I won’t allow it, but I’ll give her a good reason as well. “Do you think I am the worst thing that could overcome you?” I lean forward and whisper into her ear. “There is more evil out there than you think.” Her breath comes in short gasps, her tits pushing up against me as her chest rises. Courage is making place for fear again, I can feel it on her skin. It’s riveting. She fights me, her arms locking with mine as she attempts to free herself from my grasp, but I twist her in my arms and keep her hands behind her back. Her ass is bumping against my cock, straining it to the limit. God, I love it when she struggles. I never stopped loving it. “Do you think I’m the only one who came for you, huh?” I whisper in her ear. “That I’m the only one who wants you dead?” She shakes her head, and I can feel her heart thrumming through her chest. “Did you see those men that were following us? Can you guess what they wanted?” “Me?” I smirk. “Great deduction. Now, there is a difference between them and me; can you tell me what it is?” It’s quiet for a few seconds. I guess she really hasn’t figured it out yet. “They want your head. I want your body.” She swallows, and it turns me on so much I want to rip off her clothes right now and do her against the door. But I don’t. Taking her would be so easy, it would take all the fun out of it. I want her to offer herself to me willingly. I want to see the regret in her eyes afterwards when she realizes she gave her body to the devil. “But …. I don’t understand. I thought you wanted me dead?” “I did. Now I want more.” She gasps. “Why? What changed?” “I did.”   




About Clarissa Wild
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Clarissa Wild is the USA Today Bestselling author of FIERCE, a college romance series. She is also a writer of erotic romance such as the Blissful Series, The Billionaire's Bet series, the Doing It Series and the Enflamed Series. She is an avid reader and writer of sexy stories about hot men and feisty women. Her other loves include her furry cat friend and learning about different cultures. In her free time she enjoys watching all sorts of movies, reading tons of books and cooking her favorite meals.

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Release Blitz & Excerpt: No Regrets by Claire Kent

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Title: No Regrets
Author: Claire Kent
Expected Publication: July 22, 2014

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About No Regrets On my last birthday, I made one vow for the year. Live with no regrets. Eleven months have passed, though, and nothing has changed. I still sleep alone, spend my life working, and never move out of my comfort zone. Then the loss of my dog throws my whole life out of orbit, and I end up in bed with a very hot and slightly-too-young veterinarian, who has recently made a vow of his own. Live with no strings. Josh is more than happy to help me with the things I’ve been afraid to try. Semi-public sex. Spanking. Anal sex. He’s a willing partner for everything I’ve wondered about, as long as I don’t demand more. He’s serious about his no-strings philosophy. As serious as I am about living with no regrets. I can’t help but fall for him, even though I know better. So my biggest regret might be a broken heart.   


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I couldn’t stay on this park bench forever. I hadn’t moved yet. I was still staring blindly at the dogs and people on the path when I noticed from the corner of my eye a man slowing down from a run and then jogging toward me. Glancing over, I expected him to head past me toward the parking lot, but he seemed to be coming directly toward me. When he got close, I realized it was Dr. Bennett. He looked different than he had this morning. He wore a t-shirt and gym shorts, both wet with perspiration. His face and short brown hair were wet too. He’d obviously been running hard. His eyes rested on me as he approached. Obviously, he’d recognized me. Before I’d recognized him. “Hey,” he said, breathing heavily. “How are you doing?” “Fine.” It was a stupid question and a stupid answer, but that’s what people do. It was part of living in a civilized world. You made up nice-sounding lies and you said them to each other, instead of talking about how much the world sucked. His face was flushed, and he was having trouble catching his breath. Bending at the waist, he rasped, “I better do a lap to cool down. I’ll be right back.” “Okay.” I had no idea why he’d bother coming back. We didn’t know each other. We had nothing to say to each other. And I wasn’t really in the mood for talking. He’d killed my dog that morning, but I could hardly hold it against him. He took a slow jog around the track and ended up back at the bench with a water bottle in his hand. His breathing was less ragged as he sat down beside me. He didn’t say anything, and I felt a little strange. I didn’t know exactly what he expected from me. I certainly wasn’t going to cry on his shoulder, if that was what he was thinking. So I just asked a casual question. “You’re done with your shift for the day?” “Yeah. I got off at three.” “Do you always come here to run afterwards?” “Sometimes.” His vivid blue eyes rested on my face, searching or questioning or something. “It’s on the way home.” “Have you lived in Lexington long?” “I grew up here—in Versailles, actually. But I just moved back to the area.” “Where were you before?” “Vet school.” “Oh.” I blinked, slightly surprised. I’d landed on his age as younger than me but still in his thirties, but he must be quite a bit younger if he was just out of vet school. “So you just got your degree?” “Yeah.” As if he could see the surprise in my face, he added, “I started late. I didn’t go right after college.” That made more sense. The conversation, as casual as it was, managed to distract me from thoughts of Polly, so I pursued it. “What were you doing before you went to vet school.” He didn’t answer immediately, which prompted my curiosity. To take the edge off the silence, I said, “Bank robber? Computer hacker?” He gave a low chuckle and smiled at me—not broadly, but it still transformed his face until he was almost unbearably attractive, even as sweaty as he was. “Nothing that exciting. I was in Chad.” “Chad? In Africa? “Yeah.” “Wow.” My eyes widened in surprise. “What were you doing there?” “International aid work. I started right after college and did it through most of my twenties. I was mostly in Chad and Sudan.” “So what made you decide to be a vet instead?” He gave a strange little shrug and looked away from me. “I couldn’t do it anymore. And animals…are different.” I studied him, trying to read his expression, trying to interpret the paradoxically empty bitterness on his face. There was obviously more going on with him, but there was no reason to expect him to tell me. There was no reason I needed to know. “What do you do?” he asked, obviously trying to change the subject. “Paralegal.” “Who do you work for?” We chatted for almost a half-hour, about my job, about how he was settling back into the area, about running—which I used to do, although not much recently. Eventually, the perspiration had dried on his skin and his clothes, and we’d both faded into reflective silence. I felt a little better—like I wasn’t on the verge of tears—but the thought of going home still filled my stomach with dread. He’d been staring off in the distance, and he said without warning, “This morning was the first time I’ve had to do that.” I glanced at him in surprise, realizing immediately what he was referring to. “Aren’t you supposed to be professional and distanced about the whole thing?” “I guess. I thought I’d be able to keep the right perspective with animals, but it was harder than I thought. She seemed like a very sweet dog.” I took a loud, ragged breath as emotion surged up. “She was.” “I’m really sorry.” “Thanks.” I took a few more breaths until I was in control again. “I really don’t want to go home.” “Do you want to get a drink or something?” I blinked. “Right now, you mean?” “Yeah. Why not? I don’t want to go home either.” I finally landed on an explanation for his mood. He seemed adrift, kind of lost, not emotional but torn in some way. I wondered what he’d experienced in Chad. What it had done to him. Why he’d decided against working with people anymore. Even yesterday, I would have said “no” to his invitation. For the last few months, I hadn’t done much of anything except go to work and take care of Polly. I hadn’t liked to leave her in the evenings. It had been years since I’d had a drink with a guy I didn’t know, and this particular guy was too young for me anyway. But it was just a drink. Nothing more. He wasn’t coming on to me. He was just being nice. And it would give me something to do with myself, other than go home to an apartment without Polly. I felt a little better, talking to him. Like the world wasn’t about to pull me into some sort of black hole. I remembered my vow, eleven months ago, on the day I’d turned thirty-eight. I was supposed to be living with no regrets, and so far I hadn’t done a good job. This would be something I wouldn’t have to regret. “Okay,” I said. “Why not?”     




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claire Kent Claire has been writing romance novels since she was twelve years old. She has a PhD in British literature and, when she's not writing, she teaches English at the university level. She also writes contemporary romance under the pen name Noelle Adams.
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Sunday, July 20, 2014

Release Blitz & Teaser: Three Years by Lili St. Germain

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Title: Three Years (Gypsy Brothers, #5)
Author: Lili St. Germain
Publication Date: July 20, 2014
Genre: Dark Romance
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Every day for six years, I used to pray that I would find my way back to the boy I loved. Until finally, one day, I did. But that’s the funny thing about life. Nothing good ever lasts, not for me, anyway. You think you’re the one with the power, at least I did, but then I got careless. One tiny mistake, and now I am powerless to stop what comes next. People think money equals power, but all the money in my bank account, the dirty notes laundered clean that my father left for me, are useless.
Money does not equal power. Power is held by the one with the knife in his hand, tracing shallow cuts into your skin. Power is held by the one who owns you. I had power once. Now, I have nothing.  


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“I’ve got a surprise for you today,” Dornan says throatily, his mouth quirked into a dark smile, a smile that feeds off my suffering. A smile marked with my blood, his full lips coated in a red sheen. Surprises are bad. I don’t like his surprises. They always hurt me, make me bleed. I don’t even know if I’ve got any blood left in me to bleed for him. I cry softly as I remember the last words he spoke to me, in his office before he pressed the rag to my face and held it there until the noxious fumes in the material stole my consciousness. “I know you think this is going to be bad,” he had said, his grip against my face almost enough to break my jaw. “But however bad you think this is going to be? It’s going to be so. Much. Worse.”   **UNEDITED AND SUBJECT TO CHANGE**   



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Seven Sons (Gypsy Brothers, #1)
Six Brothers (Gypsy Brothers, #2)
Five Miles (Gypsy Brothers, #3)
Four Score, Gypsy Brothers, #4)
Three Years (Gypsy Brothers, #5)
   
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Two Roads (Gypsy Brothers, #6)
One Love (Gypsy Brothers, #7)
   
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Lili writes dark erotica and NA. Her debut serial novel, Seven Sons, was released in early 2014, with the remaining books in the series to release in quick succession. Lili quit corporate life to focus on writing and so far is loving every minute of it. Her other loves in life include her gorgeous husband, good coffee, hanging at the beach and running. She loves to read almost as much as she loves to write.
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Thursday, July 17, 2014

Promo Blast: The Lemon Orchard by Launne Rice

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From bestselling author Luanne Rice - a captivating and sexy novel of love, both enduring and unexpected.
   
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A heartrending, timely love story of two people from seemingly different worlds—at once dramatic and romantic In the five years since Julia last visited her aunt and uncle’s home in Malibu, her life has been turned upside down by her daughter’s death. She expects to find nothing more than peace and solitude as she house-sits with only her dog, Bonnie, for company. But she finds herself drawn to the handsome man who oversees the lemon orchard. Roberto expertly tends the trees, using the money to support his extended Mexican family. What connection could these two people share? The answer comes as Roberto reveals the heartbreaking story of his own loss—a pain Julia knows all too well, but for one striking difference: Roberto’s daughter was lost but never found. And despite the odds he cannot bear to give up hope. Set in the sea and citrus-scented air of the breathtaking Santa Monica Mountains, The Lemon Orchard is an affirming story about the redemptive power of compassion and the kind of love that seems to find us when we need it most.   81xWo7FrBkL._SL1500_    
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Roberto September 2012 Right now the breeze blew cool off the Pacific, but Roberto knew it could shift at any time. Summer had ended, and now the desert winds would start: the Santa Anas, roaring through the mountain passes, heating up as they sank from higher elevations down to the coast, and any flash, even from a power tool, could ignite the canyon. It had been dry for two months straight. He walked to the barn, where the control panel was located, and turned on the sprinklers. The water sprayed up, catching rainbows as the sun crested the eastern mountains. It hissed, soft and constant, and Roberto couldn’t help thinking of the sound as money draining away. Water was delivered to the orchard via canal, and was expensive. The Rileys had told him many times that the important thing was the health of the trees and lemons, and to protect the land from fire. He had something even more important to do before his coworkers arrived: make the coastal path more secure. He grabbed a sledgehammer and cut through the grove to the cliff edge. The summer-dry hillsides sloped past the sparkling pool, down in a widening V to the Pacific Ocean. Occasionally hikers crossed Riley land to connect with the Backbone Trail and other hikes in the mountain range. Years back someone had installed stanchions and a chain: a rudimentary fence to remind people the drop was steep, five hundred feet down to the canyon floor. He tested the posts and found some loosened. Mudslides and temblers made the land unstable. He wished she would stay off this trail entirely, walk the dog through the orchard, where he could better keep an eye on them, or at least use the paths on the inland side of the property. But she seemed to love the ocean. He’d seen her pass this way both mornings since she’d arrived, stopping to stare out to sea while the dog rustled through the chaparral and coastal sage. He tapped the first post to set his aim, then swung the sledge- hammer overhead, metal connecting with metal with a loud gong. He felt the shock of the impact in the bones of his wrists and shoulders. Moving down the row of stanchions, he drove each one a few inches deeper into the ground until they were solidly embedded. The wind was blowing toward the house. He hoped the sound wouldn’t bother her, but he figured it wouldn’t. She rose early, like him. © 2014 by Luanne Rice  
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Luanne Rice Luanne Rice is the author of thirty-one novels including many New York Times bestsellers.  Five of her books have been made into movies and mini-series, and her work has been featured at Hartford Stage in Hartford, Connecticut, the Geffen Playhouse in Los Angeles, California, and in several off-Broadway theatre productions.  She divides her time between New York City and the Connecticut shoreline. Want to know more about Luanne's other books? Have a look at The Complete Collection!
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Cover Reveal: Bound by Bonnie Bliss

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Title: Bound (The Holiday Doms Collection)
Author: Bonnie Bliss
Release Date: March 15, 2013
Cover Designer: LMK Graphics
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A single woman with a sexual longing and two homecoming marines. The 4th of July and a long due homecoming sees Brad Cooper and his Marine buddy Kenny Curtis return. Millie Newton has always loved Brad, but was crushed when he enlisted. Now he’s back and she has no intention of letting him go without showing her true feelings. The block party provides the opportunity as this surprise threesome find themselves providing the fireworks in this hot BDSM story. A hot nurse, a handsome fireman. Halloween is here and it’s a stressful weekend for Fireman Tom Newton. With the promise of a Halloween Play Party things seem to be picking up. Lucy, an overworked nurse is ready for some time off. She steps into a mess when her best friend, Millie gets them invites to Robert’s Halloween Play Party. Tom and Lucy both have desires on each other but neither are aware. Can Robert and Millie bring this destined couple together and will it run smoothly. Will true love blossom, will the Master get his slave?” A lost memory and a harbored secret; can bondage find true love. Wounded and depressed, lying in a hospital, Kenny Curtis has given up on ever finding happiness. Sacrificing a threesome lifestyle with his best friend Brad and Millie so they can be together, Kenny is now alone at Christmas. Lindsey has needs of her own, a sub, a slave, she wants what Kenny has to offer. However an incident in their past threatens to spoil everything. Can the spirit of Christmas pull them together long enough for them to see that they belong as one? Or will Lindsey desert and ruin her best chance? **Note: This title contains adult content and should not be read by readers under the age of 18. The titles in his bundle have been previously released as Bondage on the 4th of July, Halloween Submission, and A Slave for Christmas. The entire series has been reedited for rerelease. You can still purchase these titles individually.**  
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BOUND_Bonnie Bliss Bonnie Bliss is the brain child of two authors. Bonnie is a husband and wife duo who have come together to weave stories of passion, action, betrayal, and ultimate surrender. They have discovered that mixing genres is their thing. Their tastes go dark, and they love to twist up sweet stories and make them a bit more tense and sexy. Bonnie writes in multiple genres with plans to dabble into more areas of fiction. 

One is a Southern California native, the other was born and raised in Yorkshire, England. The husband spends his time giving the wife alpha males with bite. He is a man that needs to see his world in print. He has a panty melting accent, loves listening to music, watching Game of Thrones, and obsessing over Heisenberg. The wife spends her time writing strong women that evolve into their power, they don’t just come out guns blazing. She claims the song California Girls, by Katy Perry is totally accurate. She’s done everything from waitressing, customer service phone rep., Corporate Real Estate, and spent a pretty impressive part of her life working for the Disney Corporation—before finding her way into the publishing world with her husband.
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