GIVEAWAY: Signed Set of the Entire Up in the Air Series by R.K. Lilley

Today we are getting Mr. Beautiful, the fourth book in the Up In The Air series, and to celebrate Mr. Cavendish’s arrival, R.K. Lilley is generously giving away a signed set of all four books in the series to one lucky book junkie!!

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EXCERPT & GIVEAWAY: Burying Water by K.A. Tucker


The first book in a brand new series by K.A. Tucker, a New Adult Romantic Suspense novel that will grab you from the very first page and not let you go until the last word—Burying Water is the tale of a young woman who loses her memory, and the man who knows that the only way to protect her is to stay away, and it is an absolute must read! And today I have the great pleasure of sharing with you the Prologue and Chapter One, and to give away a signed copy!!!! Enjoy and don’t forget to enter!! 

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Left for dead in the fields of rural Oregon, a young woman defies all odds and survives—but she awakens with no idea who she is, or what happened to her. Refusing to answer to “Jane Doe” for another day, the woman renames herself “Water” for the tiny, hidden marking on her body—the only clue to her past. Taken in by old Ginny Fitzgerald, a crotchety but kind lady living on a nearby horse farm, Water slowly begins building a new life. But as she attempts to piece together the fleeting slivers of her memory, more questions emerge: Who is the next-door neighbor, quietly toiling under the hood of his Barracuda? Why won’t Ginny let him step foot on her property? And why does Water feel she recognizes him?

Twenty-four-year-old Jesse Welles doesn’t know how long it will be before Water gets her memory back. For her sake, Jesse hopes the answer is never. He knows that she’ll stay so much safer—and happier—that way. And that’s why, as hard as it is, he needs to keep his distance. Because getting too close could flood her with realities better left buried.

The trouble is, water always seems to find its way to the surface.




This can’t be real . . . This can’t be real . . . This can’t be real . . .

The words cycle round and round in my mind like the wheels on my speeding ’Cuda as its ass-end slips and slides over the gravel and ice. This car is hard to handle on the best of days, built front-heavy and overloaded with horsepower. I’m going to put myself into one of these damn trees if I don’t slow down.

I jam my foot against the gas pedal.

I can’t slow down now.

Not until I know that Boone was wrong about what he claims to have overheard. His Russian is mediocre at best. I’ll give any- thing for him to be wrong about this.

My gut clenches as my car skids around another turn, the cone shape of Black Butte looming like a monstrous shadow ahead of me in the pre-dawn light. The snowy tire tracks framed by my headlights might not even be the right ones, but they’re wide like Viktor’s Hummer and they’re sure as hell the only ones down this old, deserted logging road. No one comes out here in January.

The line of trees marking the dead end comes up on me before I expect it. I slam on my brakes, sending my car sliding side- ways toward the old totem pole. It’s still sliding when I cut the rumbling engine, throw open the door, and jump out, fumbling with my flashlight. It takes three hard presses with my shaking hands to get the light to hold.

I begin searching the ground. The mess of tread marks tells me that someone pulled a U-turn. The footprints tell me that more than one person got out. And when I see the half-finished cigarette butt with that weird alphabet on the filter, I know Boone wasn’t wrong.

“Alex!” My echo answers once . . . twice . . . before the vast wilderness swallows up my desperate cry. With frantic passes of my flashlight, my knuckles white against its body, I search the area until I spot the sets of footprints that lead off the old, narrow road and into the trees.

Frigid fingers curl around my heart.

Darting back to my car, I snatch the old red-and-blue plaid wool blanket that she loves so much from the backseat. Ice-cold snow packs into the sides of my sneakers as I chase the trail past the line of trees and into the barren field ahead, my blood rushing through my ears the only sound I process.

The only sign of life.

Raw fear numbs my senses, the Pacific Northwest winter numbs my body, but I push forward because if . . .

The beam of light passes over a still form lying facedown in the snow. I’d recognize that pink coat and platinum-blond hair of hers anywhere; the sparkly blue dress that she hates so much looks like a heap of sapphires against a white canvas.

My heart freezes.

“Alex.” It’s barely a whisper. I’m unable to produce more, my lungs giving up on me. I run, stumbling through the foot of snow until I’m on my knees and crawling forward to close the distance. A distance of no more than ten feet and yet one that seems like miles.

There’s no mistaking the spray of crimson freckling the snow around her head. Or that most of her long hair is now dark and matted. Or that her silver stockings are torn and stained red, and a pool of blood has formed where her dress barely covers her thighs. Plenty of footprints mark the ground around her. He must have been here for a while.

I know that there are rules to follow, steps to make sure that I don’t cause her further harm. But I ignore them because the sinking feeling in my stomach tells me I can’t possibly hurt her more than he already has. I nestle her head with one hand while I slide the other under her shoulder. I roll her over.

Cold shock knocks the wind out of me.

I’ve never seen anybody look like this.

I scoop her limp body into my arms, cradling the once beau- tiful face that I’ve seen in every light—rage to ecstasy and the full gamut in between—yet is now unrecognizable. Placing two blood-coated fingers over her throat, I wait. Nothing.

A light pinch against her lifeless wrist. Nothing.

Maybe a pulse does exist but it’s hidden, masked by my own racing one.

Then again, by the look of her, likely not.

One . . . two . . . three . . . plump, serene snowflakes begin floating down from the unseen sky above. Soon, they will con- verge and cover the tracks, the blood. The evidence. Mother Nature’s own blanket to hide the unsightly blemish in her yard.

“I’m so sorry.” I don’t try to restrain the hot tears as they roll down my cheeks to land on her mangled lips—lips I had stolen plenty of kisses from, back when I was too stupid to realize how dangerous that really was. This is my fault. She had warned me. If I had just listened, had stayed away from her, had not told her how I felt . . .

. . . had not fallen wildly in love with her.

I lean down to steal a kiss even now, the coppery taste of her blood mixing with my salty tears. “I’m so damn sorry. I should never have even looked your way,” I manage to get out around my sobs, tucking the blanket she loved to curl up in over her.

An almost inaudible gasp slips out. A slight breeze against my mouth more than anything else.

My lungs freeze, my eyes glued to her, afraid to hope. “Alex?” Is it possible?

A moment later, a second gasp—a wet, rattling sound— escapes.

She’s not dead.

Not yet, anyway.



in between

A fire.

The fragrance calls to me.

I cannot see, for my eyes are sealed shut against the wicked glow in his stare.

I cannot hear, for my ears have blocked out his appalling promises.

I cannot feel, for my body has long since shattered.

But, as I lie in the cool stillness of the night, waiting for my final peace, that comforting waft of burning bark and twigs and crispy leaves encases me.

It whispers to me that everything will be okay.

And I so desperately long to believe it.

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Beep . . .

“. . . basilar skull fracture . . .”

Beep . . .

“. . . collapsed lung . . .”

Beep . . .

“. . . ruptured spleen . . .”

Beep . . .

“. . . frostbite . . .”

Beep . . .

Beep . . .

“Will she live?”

Beep . . .

“I honestly don’t know how she has survived this long.”

Beep . . .

“We need to keep this quiet for now.”

“Gabe, you just showed up on the doorstep of my hospital with a half-dead girl. How am I supposed to do that?”

“You just do. Call me if she wakes up. No one questions her but me. No one, Meredith.”

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“Don’t try to talk yet,” someone—a woman—warns softly. I can’t see her. I can’t see anything; my lids open to mere slits, enough to admit a haze of light and a flurry of activity around me—gentle fingertips, low murmurs, papers rustling.

And then that rhythmic beep serenades me back into oblivion.

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EXCERPT & GIVEAWAY: Promise Me This by Christina Lee


A different kind of romance, one where the hero is the ‘boy next door’ and the heroine is the wild one, all tattoos and blue hair—Promise Me This is the passionate new instalment in the Between Breaths series, but it can be read as a standalone. And today, I get to share with you a sizzling new excerpt from this book and to give away a signed copy of another book in the series, Before You Break. Enjoy and don’t forget to enter!! ♥

A new love will test the boundaries of passion between a privileged boy next door and the tattooed, blue-haired girl who helps him embrace his wild side…

Nate has developed quite a playboy reputation around campus. It’s not that he doesn’t respect or trust women; he doesn’t trust himself. The men in Nate’s family are prone to abusive behavior—a dirty secret that Nate’s been running from his entire life—so Nate doesn’t do relationships. But he can’t help himself around one girl…

Jessie is strong, independent, and works at a tattoo parlor. Nate can’t resist getting close to her, even if it’s strictly a friendship. But it doesn’t take long for Nate to admit that what he wants with Jessie is more than just friendly.

With Jessie, he can be himself and explore what he’s always felt was a terrifying darkness inside him. Even when Nate begins to crave her in a way that both shocks and horrifies him, Jessie still wants to know every part of him. Testing their boundaries together will take a trust that could render them inseparable… or tear them apart.



My fingers were shaking badly as they turned the knob. It was so difficult to walk away from him but I needed to, or I’d just fall even harder.

Before I could get out of the room, his strong arm gripped my waist and he shoved the door closed. Nate lifted me, swung me around, and then forced me against the wall.

He grasped for my hands as he raised them above my head and his mouth lowered toward mine. “Is that really what you think? That all I want from you is a hookup?”

My body was trembling head to toe because I could feel his heat and smell his fresh soap scent. His breath fanned across my lips and his arousal pulsed against my stomach.

“C’mon Nate,” I whispered, because I didn’t have the strength to muster anything else. “Is . . . isn’t that what you do—with girls? You screw them to fulfill a need and then you move on?”

I knew it had been a low blow, but who was I to guess what the hell this had become between us.

“But I haven’t moved on, have I?” His gaze practically pierced through me. “I can’t f*cking move on . . . not from you. Not after I’ve discovered how you taste, how you smell, how you sound . . .”

I inhaled a harsh breath as his nose brushed along my jaw and headed toward my ear. God, how I wanted his lips on my mouth, on my breasts.

“You’re branded in my brain,” he whispered against my neck. “I have your skin committed to memory.”

It was like a visceral punch to my gut, zapping all of my air, that’s how much I savored hearing that.

“Like how that roll of film on your forearm nearly reaches the inside of your elbow . . .” His gaze slid down my body painstakingly slowly. “And the corner of that picture frame on your stomach shows just above those lacy panties you wear.”

My breath released in fluttery wisps as his fingers came down to trace across my chin before gliding down my throat.

“Nate.” My free hand now reached for his hair.

“I’ve got your lips memorized as well,” he continued as he outlined them with the rough pad of his finger. “Not only how they taste, but their shape.”

The tip of his thumb breached my lips and my tongue darted out to take a lick.

He groaned. “I know that you bite your bottom lip when you’re worried . . . and that your mouth pulls thin when you’re angry.”

My fingers encircled his hand and I sucked his thumb into my mouth. His eyes flared as he whispered, “And when you’ve been kissing me senseless, your lips are wet and plump and I want to keep them looking like that all night long.”

“Oh God,” I mumbled as my head fell back against the wall.

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SIGNED GIVEAWAY: Stepbrother Dearest by Penelope Ward

“I’m fighting the urge to back you up against this wall and f*ck you so hard I’ll have to carry you back to your room.”

An addictive ‘angst-fest’ cover to cover, nothing about this story is what I expected to find, and everything about it has been a wonderful surprise—from the confident prose, to the dynamic characters, Stepbrother Dearest by Penelope Ward is a love story that I immersed myself into fully and wholeheartedly, and loved every single minute of it. And today, to celebrate this wonderful book, I get to give away three signed copies, compliments of the author. ♥

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EXCLUSIVE BONUS SCENE & GIVEAWAY: Black Lies by Alessandra Torre

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One of the most mind-blowing books I have ever read, a book that simply left me speechless and desperate to tell everyone about it all at the same time, is Black Lies by Alessandra Torre. Faultlessly written, impeccably mapped out, this extraordinary book shows us how far a person is prepared to go for true love, how many sacrifices they are willing to make, and how far they would derail from their own moral compass just to make sure they never lose that unique love. A story of pure genius, it is absolutely no wonder that it has made the New York Times Best Seller list three weeks in a row!! So, to celebrate this epic achievement, Alessandra Torre has graciously agreed to write us an extended ending, to thank her fans for loving Layana, Brant and Lee as much as she does! Enjoy!! ♥

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Brant: Became a tech billionaire by his twentieth birthday. Has been in a relationship with me for three years. Has proposed four times. Been rejected four times.

Lee: Cuts grass when he’s not banging housewives. Good with his hands, his mouth, and his cock. Has been pursued relentlessly by me for almost two years, whether he knows it or not.

I love two men. I want two men.

If you think you’ve heard this story before, trust me – you haven’t.

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Two Years Later

“Hannah!” I stood at the base of the stairs and yelled, my voice floating up into nothing, silence the only thing in response. It’s official. This house is too big. There’s no earthly way to fill it, only a hundred ways to hide in it. I listened hard, for steps, for giggles, but there was nothing.

I turned, jogging down the steps, my bare feet hitting the floor as I quickened my steps. We were going to be late. We were going to be late and this demon of a child was hiding. That’s fine. She could hide from me. Morton would find her. I moved to the master suite, pushing open the door and letting out a low whistle, the entire bed shaking until two giant paws peeked from underneath, the black and brown pads stretching and pulling until his nose, ears, then upper body wormed into view, a giant rawhide in his jaws. “Drop that,” I scolded, bringing my hand from a fist to open, the hand motion one he knew, the soggy bone dropping to the floor with a wet smack. The Rottweiler looked at me, his ears up. Waiting.

“Hannah. Seek.” I opened the door behind me and stepped back. “Go.” He didn’t hesitate, bounding through the doorway, the scrape of paws on stone making him easy to follow, his journey interrupted by occasional pauses and sniffs before leading me to the pantry door. He sat immediately outside it and stared, putting his front paws out, the signal one he had been taught. I left the pantry alone, opening up a cabinet and grabbing a glass jar of treats, his eyes following me, training ignored in the presence of bacon. “Morton…” I warned. He snapped his eyes back to the door, the only sign of breakage his tail nub, which beat out a happy rhythm on the floor. I bent down and fed him the treat.

“Hannah,” I called out. “You’re cornered. Either come out with your hands raised, or I’m sending in Mort.”

“Go ahead!” The defiant voice inside made me smile. “I’m not going to piano lessons. I hate them!”

“I’m warning you…” I said slowly and with a side of menace. “He’s extra drooly today. And just ate a squirrel from the yard. He’s got gut breath.”

Silence. Then a giggle. “He doesn’t eat squirrels. He—”

The remainder of her sentence was lost as I flung open the door and Morton jumped into action, launching himself into the deep space, her shrieks hitting my ears as he became a blur of licks, nuzzles and fur, his paws pining her down as he gave her his best version of a hug.

“Mercy!” she screamed! “Mercy! I’ll go!”

I smiled. “Morton. Return.”

He paused, turning his head back to me as he scowled, his tongue hanging out, the beg of one more lick in his eyes. “Go. Return.” He wheeled, his feet trotting back and I watched him return in the direction of the bedroom, my mind imagining the shake of the bedframe as he wiggled back into his favorite spot.

I turned back to the pantry to find Hannah standing, her hands making an elaborate show of wiping off her shirt. “Ready?”

“I guess,” she grumbled.

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We weren’t going to piano lessons. Had Hannah been paying attention, she’d have realized that it was Tuesday, not Wednesday. But piano lessons were an easier distraction than the truth. Had I mentioned the doctor, she would have asked questions. Lots and lots of questions. The girl should write an encyclopedia one day with the answers of all of her questions.

I called Brant from the car, putting it on privacy mode and holding the phone to my ear.

“Where are you?” his greeting quick and to the point.

“Just left the house.”

“You’re going to be late.” I could picture him, calculating the time and distance in his head. “Don’t speed,” he added, as an afterthought. “Take your time. I’m already here.”

“Good. I was worried you’d get caught up at work.” I hadn’t been too worried. My absent man of before was gone. Brant didn’t miss appointments or disappear. His close team at BSX knew his condition, us all playing a constant game of watching, keeping an eye out for any signs of concern.

“I wouldn’t miss this. You know that.”

I smiled. I knew.

One month earlier. The push of his hands on my hips, forcing me back until I hit his office door, his hand reaching down, twisting the lock, his mouth hot on mine, need coursing through his kiss as his hands traveled back and dug into my ass. He pushed his hips forward and squeezed with his hands, tilting me up against his body as he groaned into my mouth like a horny teenager. “Right now,” he whispered, his fingers greedy as they moved up and yanked at the waist of my jeans.

“Shh,” I hushed, aware of the thud of us against the door, his body hard against mine, his need overriding any casual desire to keep our impending f*ck from his secretary.

“Get these off,” he growled, his hands frustrated with my shorts, his mouth moving to my neck as he worked at his own slacks.

“Brant – I can’t – I’m late…” I gasped, my hands misbehaving, twisting the button and shoving the silk shorts down, one foot stepping out of them, the second half of my sentence lost as his hand moved fast, pushing my free leg out, his fingers slipping down and into me, my eyes dropping closed as the press inside of me hit *there* – the spot that I couldn’t say no to.

“Just let me make you cum. Give me two minutes.” His plea made no sense, his cock already sticking out from the open fly of his pants, bare and ready. Bumping against my stomach as he moved his fingers and drove me crazy.

“Two minutes,” I gasped, gripping his shoulder, letting him pin me against the wall, my legs unhelpful in this moment in time. “Then I’ve got a meeting upstairs.”

“F*ck the meeting.” He curved his fingers inside of me and started to f*ck me with them, short hard thrusts that had my orgasm running full force to the edge of the cliff, ready to fly.

“Your cock. Now.” I gasped, wanting to come from more than his fingers, wanting the full connection. These intense f*cks, these moments when I feel Lee, can see him in Brant’s eyes, in the rough touch of a man who can’t control himself, of a man who takes rather than asks, and expects everything without argument… when I get this side of Brant I want as much as I can get, want to push the envelope of being used with being pleased. Want to let my husband f*ck me in his office with twenty people on the other side of the door. Want to let him take me, order me, make me beg.

“I don’t have a condom.” A Brant comment.

“I’m skipping the meeting, you can skip the condom.” I’m not gonna make it, can’t hold off this orgasm, his fingers getting stronger, harder, the darkening look in his eyes at my words pushing me ohmygodIcan’t….

I didn’t know when he shoved in, didn’t know when or how his fingers moved aside and the rhythm didn’t falter but suddenly I was full. Full of raw masculinity, thick and coarse and rough. Taking my orgasm and blowing it into pieces. His hand slamming against the door as his other pinned me into place and f*cked me senseless. My name, yelled from his lips as he pounded… pounded… pounded, each thrust fast and quick, as if he had lost all control, all sense, his mouth biting my neck for a brief moment before he swore out a string of words and came, his movements suddenly longer and deeper, burying fully before pulling slowly, my name a repeating crescendo on his lips before he finally stopped.

“You there?” The worry in his voice snapped me back to the present.

“Yeah. Sorry. I was just thinking about what got us into this mess.” I smiled.

Stop. You’re going to get me hard right here, in this waiting room.” The husk of his voice made me laugh.

“Then you stop. I’m about to pull in.” I ended the call, waiting for, and getting the question as soon as I turned into the office complex.

“This isn’t Mrs. Hobbins’ house. Where are we?” My little demanding child, her voice raised in indignation from the back seat.

“The doctor’s office.”

“I’m not sick.”

“It’s not for you.”

Silence. It was such an unusual response that I turned, glancing back as I unbuckled the seatbelt, surprise flooding me at the tears in her eyes, her small face scrunched up. Weakness on the child made of steel. “It’s okay, Hannah. Nothing’s wrong.”

I reached back, hitting the release on her booster seat, her small body moving through the SUV and colliding with my chest. I cursed myself. Hannah’s mother died of cancer. I should have thought, should have…. “It’s not a sick doctor, Hannah. Everything is fine.”

“Like Dr. Terra?” She sniffed, her hands quick to pull on my shirt, wipe her eyes.

“Well… not exactly. Dr. Terra is a psychologist. Be patient. Don’t cry. You’ll understand when we get inside.”

“I’m not crying,” she sniffed, her eyes glaring at me, telltale tears still wet where she missed them in cleanup.

“Okay.” I kissed her cheek and opened the door. “Child who does not cry, get off of my lap before you crush me to death.”

She wiggled off, launching herself towards the pavement, her feet hitting squarely and spinning her around to me. She held out a hand with importance, and I gripped it, shutting the door and walking towards the doctor’s office. Pushing open the door to Moran Family Planning & Pregnancy, I came face to face with Brant, his eyes on mine, his face dropping as he placed a quick kiss on Hannah’s head before leaning in to brush my lips.

“Ready?” he asked. I looked past him, at the nurse who stood behind him, waiting.

I nodded. “I’m ready. Let’s go confirm this.”

Then, each of my hands held with my family, we stepped towards the next piece of our future.

This is an extended ending to Black Lies, a New York Times Best Selling erotic romance. If you haven’t read this book, you can find out more information at


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EXCLUSIVE EXCERPT & GIVEAWAY: Rock Addiction by Nalini Singh


All the sexy librarian thought she was signing up for was a one-night stand with the hottest rock star on the planet, but that is not what he ever had in mind… From the best selling author Nalini Singh comes a hot and emotional rock star book, her first full-length contemporary novel, Rock Addiction. Over the next six days, leading up to its release on 9 September 2014, together with some awesome Blogs, we are revealing a never-seen-before excerpt and, today, I have the first part of the excerpt for you!!!! But there is also a little giveaway—three eBooks of this very sexy rocker romance!! ♥

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A bad boy wrapped in a sexy, muscled, grown-up package might be worth a little risk…

Molly Webster has always followed the rules. After an ugly scandal tore apart her childhood and made her the focus of the media’s harsh spotlight, she vowed to live an ordinary life. No fame. No impropriety. No pain. Then she meets Zachary Fox, a tattooed bad boy rocker with a voice like whiskey and sin, and a touch that could become an addiction.

A one-night stand with the hottest rock star on the planet, that’s all it was meant to be…

Fox promises scorching heat and dangerous pleasure, coaxing Molly to extend their one-night stand into a one-month fling. After that, he’ll be gone forever, his life never again intersecting with her own. Sex and sin and sensual indulgence, all with an expiration date. No ties, no regrets. Too late, Molly realizes it isn’t only her body that’s become addicted to Fox, but her heart…


Back arching, she came in a shocked spasm that left her melted and ready in his arms. He kept his hand where it was, pressed his body close to kiss her again. Seduce her. That orgasm had been beautiful, but he knew she had more inside her, his sexy little librarian. And he intended to see it, coax it out of her.

His cock throbbed.

Gritting his teeth, he reined in the driving need to pound into her. That would come. Right now Molly was back with him, that first short, sharp orgasm having left her ripe for another, this one darker, deeper, tighter. Her body twisted on his, her nipples pebbled points he fully intended to bite.

The wet sound of his fingers plunging into her body, the scent of desire thick in the air, her muscles clasping him with a sensual greed he fully intended to feed. “Don’t you come again, Molly,” he warned, sliding his fingers out of her, to her moan. “I want to feel you squeezing my cock this time, not my fingers.”

Lace tore, her panties in shreds in two short seconds.

“Open your eyes.” Holding the eye contact when she obeyed the harsh order, the possessive drive inside him a primitive thing, he luxuriated in the way she dug her fingers into the heavy muscle of his shoulders as he circled the broad head of his cock against the nerve-laced skin at her entrance.

A soft, feminine sound, her body going taut as a drum, her skin flushed a luscious pink. “I can’t—”

That was when Fox tightened his hold in her hair, his other hand gripping the softness of her hip, and pushed in an inch. Molly stiffened, her body rippling around him in a way that had nothing to do with pain. Growling in his throat, he kissed her again. “Don’t.

“Now,” she whispered. “Before I—”

He was buried in her the next instant.

Molly cried out into his mouth as he fought for control. Kissing her with every ounce of skill at his disposal—and yeah, he had a lot of skill—he licked his tongue against hers, stroked and sucked until she shifted restlessly.

He clenched his jaw so hard he could hear his bones grinding against each other. No way in hell was he going to last much longer. “Does it hurt?” She was stretched tight around his thickness.

A shake of her head, her fingers curling in his hair as she asked for another kiss with a sweet, hot brush of her lips against his. Willing to give her anything she wanted, he opened his mouth over hers at the same time that he began to move. Slowly. It took furious self-control.

Molly began to move with him on his fourth stroke, impatient and needy. “Fox.”

Thank God. Shifting both hands to her hips at that broken cry, her head falling back to expose the delicious line of her throat, Fox pounded into her, deep and relentless and ruthlessly fast, his chest rubbing against her nipples with every movement.

Wanting more, wanting her, he curved his hand around her throat and drew her down to his mouth. His ring pressed into the softness of her lower lip, his chest crushed her breasts, but she held on tighter instead of pushing him away, her pleasure-swollen tissues providing erotic friction against the aching hardness of his cock. “Wet and tight and so good.” The words came out a growl. “I might just f*ck you forever, Molly.”

She orgasmed on a gasp, her body gripping him with such feminine strength he was the one who felt taken, possessed, owned. Sliding his hold to her jaw, he kissed her throughout her pleasure, and then he pinned her to the wall and took his own.


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6 September – Smexy Books
7 September – Heroes & Heartbreakers
8 September – The Rock Stars of Romance

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The Giveaway

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The Author

New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of the Psy-Changeling and Guild Hunter series, Nalini Singh usually writes about hot shapeshifters and dangerous angels. This time around, she decided to write about a hot and wickedly tempting rock star. If you’re seeing a theme here, you’re not wrong.

Nalini lives and works in beautiful New Zealand, and is passionate about writing. If you’d like to explore her other books, you can find lots of excerpts on her website. Slave to Sensation is the first book in the Psy-Changeling series, while Angels’ Blood is the first book in the Guild Hunter series. Once Rock Addiction is out, swing by the site to check out the special behind-the-scenes page, complete with photos of many of the locations used in the book.

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SIGNED GIVEAWAY: Play by Kylie Scott

“Whatever you’re imagining, it’s bigger.”
“I’m not imagining anything.”
“I’m serious. It’s basically a monster. I cannot control it.”
“You’re pretty much going to need a whip and chair to tame it, Anne.”

There has seriously never been a male character like Mal Ericson, the hilarious but oh-so sexy Stage Dive drummer. His filter-free mouth is single-handedly responsible for Play being one of the funniest books I have ever read. A stellar story of opposites attracting, this book will make you laugh, pant, swoon, and perhaps even stalk Kylie Scott in the hopes of finding out whether Mal truly exists! And today, I get to give away two signed copies of Mal… I mean, Play, compliments of the author. ♥

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EXCLUSIVE EXCERPT & GIVEAWAY: One More Chance by Abbi Glines

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Ahh… you’re in for such a treat on 2 September!!!! I have loved every single storyline in the Rosemary Beach series, but Grant and Harlow have absolutely stolen my heart. The follow up to Take a Chance, One More Chance is the conclusion to this couple’s beautiful love story and it is the most heart-wrenching book that Abbi Glines has ever written. Over seven days, together with some awesome Blogs, we are revealing a never-seen-before excerpt and, today, it’s my turn!!!! But I also have a little giveaway for you—a signed set of both books in the Grant and Harlow storyline!!! And don’t forget to pre-order One More chance because you will want to start reading this gem as soon as possible!!! ♥

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She was it. His one. His only. Then he made the mistake of letting her go.

After fighting his way into Harlow Manning’s heart—and revealing a side of himself no one had ever seen before—Grant Carter destroyed his own heart by giving in to his greatest fears and doubts. Months later, he’s stuck in a miserable routine. Work relentlessly. Beg his best friend Rush for news about Harlow. Avoid all other friends. Leave nightly voicemails for Harlow, pleading with her to come back to Rosemary Beach. Fall asleep alone. Repeat.

Miles away, on her brother’s Texas ranch, Harlow can’t bring herself to listen to Grant’s voicemails. Though she wants to be with him, and knows he regrets letting her go, she doesn’t know if she can trust him. When he discovered the truth behind her sheltered upbringing, it shattered their relationship, but the secret she carries now has far greater consequences. Can she risk giving Grant one more chance, or will the gamble ultimately destroy her?



I wished Mase understood. I hated seeing the fear flash in his eyes every time he glanced down at my stomach. He was terrified because he loved me. I didn’t want to scare him, but he had to trust me. I could do this. From sheer willpower alone, I could have this baby and live. As if Mase could hear my thoughts, he jumped down off the horse and leveled his gaze on me. Always the concern. I watched as he led the horse back into the barn. We had been out here all morning, and now it was lunchtime.

Mase’s stepfather had given him some land at the back of their property, and Mase had built a small log cabin on it.

Luckily for me, his thirteen-hundred-square-foot home had two bedrooms. No one knew about this place, since it was tucked out of sight, so when the media showed up at Mase’s mother’s front door, she just told them neither of us was there, and if they didn’t get off the property, she would call the po­lice. Now that the media knew me as Kiro’s daughter, it was harder to hide.

Since then, it had been silent. We didn’t go into town, and I had been able to hide out in Mase’s log cabin. Other than the visit to the ob-gyn, which Mase’s mother took me to, I had been staying in seclusion. Dad had called a few times. I hadn’t told him about the pregnancy, but I had just found out myself last week.

Mase wanted to tell Kiro. He was sure Dad could force me to have an abortion. I knew it was pointless. I knew in my heart what I was going to do. No one was going to change that. And if my willpower to live wasn’t enough, my baby would be loved. The one person standing by me in all of this had assured me that she would raise this child and love it as if it were her own. Maryann Colt was the mother every kid deserved. When I was little and would visit Mase, his mother would make us cookies and take us on picnics. She would tuck us in at night, and after she would kiss Mase’s cheek and tell him she loved him, she would do the same to me. As if I belonged there.

And Maryann knew what it felt like to be a mother. She understood the need in me to protect this baby. She had held my hand when they confirmed that I was indeed pregnant. Her tears hadn’t been of sorrow but of joy. She had been happy for me because I was happy. That evening was the first time I had ever heard Mase fight with his mother. Maryann had stood by me while I explained that I wasn’t having an abortion. Mase had been furious. He’d ended up begging me to reconsider.

I knew that Grant would be worse. Telling myself that he had forgotten me or that he didn’t care was pointless. I knew better. He still called me every day and left a message. He wanted forgiveness and was possibly ready to take that chance of loving someone with my condition. But now the risk was so much greater. In the end, I didn’t think he would have enough strength to stick it out. I couldn’t forget the words he’d said to me the last time I’d seen him. Our chance was over.


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26 August - The Autumn Review
27 August – Natasha is a Book Junkie
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30 August – The Rock Stars of Romance
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Fallen Too Far: My reviewAmazon US | Amazon UK | Amazon CA
Rush Too Far: My reviewAmazon US | Amazon UK | Amazon CA
Never Too FarMy reviewAmazon US | Amazon UK | Amazon CA
Twisted PerfectionMy reviewAmazon US | Amazon UK | Amazon CA
Forever Too FarMy reviewAmazon US | Amazon UK | Amazon CA
Simple PerfectionMy reviewAmazon US | Amazon UK | Amazon CA
Take A Chance: My reviewAmazon US | Amazon UK | Amazon CA
One More ChanceAmazon US | Amazon UK | Amazon CA (2 Sep 2014)
You Were MineAmazon US | Amazon UK | Amazon CA (2 Dec 2014)
When I’m Gone: Amazon US | Amazon CA (7 Apr 2015)

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The Author

Abbi Glines is the New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal bestselling author of the Rosemary Beach, Sea Breeze, Vincent Boys, and Existence series. A devoted booklover, Abbi lives with her family in Alabama. She can often be found hiding in her office pretending to write while actually watching episodes of Buffy on Netflix. If she’s not in a Vampire Slayer mood she can be found watching Friday Night Lights. But please do not tell her husband. He has no idea she isn’t always hard at work.

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BOOK REVIEW: Black Lies by Alessandra Torre

blackliesBrant: Became a tech billionaire by his twentieth birthday. Has been in a relationship with me for three years. Has proposed four times. Been rejected four times.

Lee: Cuts grass when he’s not banging housewives. Good with his hands, his mouth, and his cock. Has been pursued relentlessly by me for almost two years, whether he knows it or not.

I love two men. I want two men.

If you think you’ve heard this story before, trust me – you haven’t.


“I have lied for this man, stolen for him, cheated on him… and sold my soul to his with our first kiss.”

The moment I opened this book and read the first few pages, I felt that tingling sensation in the back of my neck that usually alerts me of something great about to happen, and I knew, just knew that I had come across something truly rare. And the more of it I read, the more I knew I was right—this was the most perfect piece of writing I had read this year, and quite possibly ever. Every part of this unique story is sheer genius, ever facet of it truly unexpected and utterly mind-blowing. By the end of it, I felt like my mind had been stretched so far, I needed a map to navigate back to the mundanities of regular life. Without giving anything away, I will tell you that this book is not to be taken at face value. This story is so brilliantly woven together, so meticulously assembled that nothing is accidental, everything is intentional, and your preconceptions and assumptions as a reader need to be left at the door because apart from being a phenomenal storyteller, when Alessandra Torre decides to write an epic love story, she ‘recalibrates’ the entire genre. Remember that.

“When you really love someone, you cannot walk away. No matter what they do. No matter the lies from their mouth, or the actions from their bodies, you tie yourself tightly to their sail and vow to be there through thick and thin. Let the wind blow you where it may. Even if that place is a crash. Even if that place tears you apart and kills anything good.”

We meet Layana Fairmont on her twenty-fifth birthday as she comes into possession of a large trust fund designed to provide her with the same affluent lifestyle she grew up accustomed to, while she follows in her mother’s footsteps and seeks a wealthy husband whose name she would carry and whose arm she would adorn. But Layana is nothing like her own mother. Passionate, opinionated, generous with her heart—she hopes of finding an equal in the man she marries one day, someone who would share the same goals in life, someone to forge a future with, free from secrets and deceptions, someone to love her completely and unconditionally. Someone to ignite her body and stimulate her soul.

“I wanted the happily-ever-after of movies. Where my family would share their day while eating at a round table. Wanted to visit life in a world where mothers hugged daughters with bruises and consoled them after their first dates went awry.”

When Layana meets Brant Sharp, one of the country’s most eligible bachelors, a self-made billionaire, philanthropist and computer genius extraordinaire, she falls for his quiet charms and unassuming good looks, but what draws her to him the most is his intense interest in her, his focus on her pleasure and her happiness, something no man has ever given her before. However, she soon discovers that as perfect as their connection has been from the moment they laid eyes on each other, being the girlfriend of an inherently reclusive man presents its challenges, especially when those closest to him are willing to offer obscene amounts of money just to keep her away from him. But the more people try to discourage her from dating him, the more Layana sticks around, her feelings for him only growing stronger each day.

“It didn’t make sense. He was too perfect. How was I the first woman to tie him down?”

Layana’s fairy tale romance becomes her own personal nightmare when she discovers that the love of her life is not as perfect as she always believed him to be, his one hidden flaw having the power of tearing them apart, and yet she stays, her heart quietly hurting, but her determination to love him forever never wavering, not even for one single flicker in time. And that is the moment Layana meets Lee.

“We did not feel like strangers; our mouths instinctively knew each other.”

Lee is everything Brant is not—cocky, arrogant, sexually dominant and emotionally vulnerable all at the same time, a man who acts on instinct in all aspects of his life, showing no care for the consequences of his actions. And one look at him is all it takes to make Layana want him body and soul, her relentless pursuit of him knowing no limits. His passionate touches, his unapologetic use of her body for his own pleasure, his desire to claim her as his but thinking himself unworthy of a woman like her, make Layana’s addiction to him as true as her love for the man whose heart she risks breaking with her deceit. But her own heart won’t let her stop.

“Why does she cheat on me? What do I not provide for her? What part of me is not good enough?”

And this is where I must stop and let you unveil the rest of this story at your own pace, navigate through your own conclusions and ‘ah’ moments, to discover one of the most heart-stopping and heart-breaking love stories I have ever read. Never have I been so tempted to cheat and fast-forward to the end of a book like I have while reading this story. I was desperate to see the finishing line, to assure myself that my heart would remain in one piece because it did not stop racing beginning to end. But I didn’t—I inhaled every word, absorbed every scene, and let this story slowly reveal itself to me as intended.

“I couldn’t even tell you where I’ve been. Everything… everything fades unless I’m with you.”

Brace yourselves for one of the most astonishing tales you will ever read, and then want to re-read immediately after to make sure you did not miss a single thing. Faultlessly written, impeccably mapped out, this story shows us how far a person is prepared to go for true love, how many sacrifices they are willing to make, and how far they would derail from their own moral compass just to make sure they never lose that love. This story had everything I always hope of finding in a book, and I still cannot stop thinking about it. I was enthralled, I was stunned, and I was left speechless by the end of it. And then I went back and re-read it.

“I will fight for this love. Lie for it. Steal for it. It is worthy of that… I love her completely. She returns the love wildly. This love is worth the unsaid truths. The hidden lies.”




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SIGNED GIVEAWAY: Tangled, Twisted & Tamed by Emma Chase

The Tangled series by Emma Chase is one of the funniest, hottest, most entertaining series out there and, today, I am giving a signed set of the first three books in the series!!!! Bonne chance! ♥


Tangled: Amazon US | Amazon UK | Amazon CA | Paperback
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TwistedAmazon US | Amazon UK | Amazon CA | Paperback
TamedAmazon US | Amazon UK | Amazon CA | Paperback
TiedAmazon US | Amazon UK | Amazon CA | Paperback (7 Oct 2014)

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* Signed paperback of Twisted *
* Signed paperback of Tamed *

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