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Thursday, November 12, 2015

Blitz and Review: The Truth About Love by emma nichols

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Blurb:

Where most stories end, this one begins. Nina and Shane are already married and have a special needs baby. Life isn’t the fairy tale she imagined. Their happily ever after has never seemed so far away. Then one October, everything falls apart. Years of addiction result in Shane having a complete breakdown. Nina must decide whether to keep the family together, or keep Kylie safe.

The choice isn’t simple. The results are unexpected. The journey to happiness is long and difficult. See, the truth about love is that it’s messy, challenging, exhilarating, exhausting, and scary. Most of all, real love never ends.

Shannon's 5 Star Review:


5 McFlurry Stars

Nina and Shane are so in love, they have a special needs baby, and they're trying to make their life work.  But Shane's having some serious issues and it's causing big problems between he and Nina.  He's acting out, throwing things, and becoming verbally abusive.  

Nina fights back. For her life, her daughters, and even for Shane's.  She knows how he's behaving isn't normal and that he'd never intentionally do anything to hurt her but with his behavior she knows he needs some type of help.  

 Shane  finally gets some help and learns that his aggressiveness is due to prescription drug abuse over a number of years.  He finally sees that he does indeed have a problem.  He wants his family and his life back to normal but has he severed those ties with Nina or is she willing to help him and give their life one more try.  

I've grown up believing you got married for a reason - you have to get back to that reason in order to make a marriage work.  Now, as an adult, I know it's not that simple. Marriage is hard, difficult, and a fight.  You have to work to make it work.  It has to be 50/50.  You have to want to love and want to be loved. Shane had a lot of demons to work through.  He had years and years of substance abuse that led to his violence.  Nina.....Nina is my hero.  She fought.  She worked.  She did leave at one point, but that was for her daughter and her own sanity.  She is probably one of the strongest characters I've ever read and I absolutely adore her wherewithal to stand in there and fight for her family. 

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Snippet:



Autumn glanced at me sideways. “Well, I don’t know about you, but I’m still hungry. Let’s go eat.”

I had to give her credit. She knew how to help me through a tough time. “Where to?”

In the end, we drove to a bar near the house. Though she claimed to be hungry, as soon as we made it past the bouncer, Autumn ordered a drink. Me, I ordered chicken wings. Before the food had even arrived, however, I grabbed her arm. Whirling to look at me, she asked, “What?”

My heart raced and the air was caught in my lungs. “He’s here.”

“Where?” She looked about the room. “Wait. How would you know? Your back has been to the door the entire time.”

Grabbing her upper arms, I smiled. “I can feel him.” It felt impossible to explain. All I knew was for as long as we’d been together, I could always sense his presence. I could pick him out of a crowd instantly. When he even turned onto our street, I’d know he was near. This time was no different. I moved, placing my back to the bar, and in half a second, I made eye contact with him. Though I wanted to rush to him, I waited. He’d have to make the move. He was the one who ended things.

Instead, a tall, built guy came over. “What’re you drinking? Next round’s on me.”

“Oh, I’m not drinking. I’m driving.” I pointed to the Coke on the counter.

He grinned. “Not anymore. So what’s your drink?” He looked me up and down. “Cosmo?” He guessed.

Laughing, I made a face. “Never.”

Suddenly, a hand snaked around my waist and drew me close. I didn’t have to look. I knew it was Shane even before he planted the kiss on my neck.

“Hey, babe.” He greeted me loudly. “Joel.” Shane nodded at the guy who had been trying to pick me up.

“You two know each other?” My brows quirked in surprise.

Joel tugged at his chin. “I was just thinking the same thing about the two of you.” He eyed Shane suspiciously. “Sorry, brother. I’ll see you later.”

Once he’d walked away, I waited for Shane to release me, but it never happened. Peeking up at him, I feared the look I’d see on his face. Sure enough, he was scowling. “What?” I grumbled. “I didn’t do anything.”

“You should’ve gone home.” He turned my body to face him then planted his hands on my hips.

“I was hungry,” I complained.

Leaning low, he spoke sternly. “You could eat at home.”

Angrily, I crossed my arms over my chest. “I shouldn’t have to. And, as I recall, you’re not the boss of me. We broke up, remember?” My chin jutted out in defiance.

Shane’s head tipped back and he let out a laugh. I softened some. When he looked at me again, his eyes sparkled. “Have you thought about tonight? Because I can’t stop thinking about it.” He wore a lopsided grin. “I can’t get away from you! When you’re around, I can’t stay away from you either.” He shook his head as if in disbelief. “You somehow made it to the station before I did, even on those little stumpy legs.” He loved teasing me about my diminutive height.

“I can be fast when I need to be.” I looked up at him shyly through my equally stumpy eyelashes.

Chuckling more, he continued. “At my house, I watched you pack, but I couldn’t let you go.”

My head tilted to the side in confusion. “What do you mean? I left.”

“Right. My head kept telling me to let you go, but my heart.” He laid a hand over his chest. “I ache without you, babe.” He bent his head and kissed me on the lips. This man who hated PDAs and for the longest time had refused to even hold my hand in public, was now kissing me for the entire bar to see. When he pulled back, I felt even more confused than before. “I told you it didn’t feel like the end.” He growled, obviously frustrate with the situation.

My hand wrapped around his neck. Gradually, I pulled him closer while a war waged inside him. As I hoped, we were soon kissing, our lips locked, the rest of the world melting away. The chicken wings were completely forgotten. What did I need food for, when being with this man filled my heart and fed my soul? As I pulled back, he whispered against my lips.

“This is so different from anything I’ve ever felt. You’re so different from anyone I’ve ever known. I…don’t get it.” His forehead pressed against mine, his eyes closed as though deep in thought.

“That’s because it’s real,” I explained, as if I had any experience in this realm. “True love never ends.”

His eyes shot open, a smile slowly spread across his face. “Then I guess I’d better keep you.”

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about emma nichols

What made her decide to be an erotica author?

Simple.

How else was she going to parlay her two favorite past times into a career?

Emma is single and loving it. Like her first character, Alysin, Sin for short, she doesn't believe in settling or in settling down. She loves to indulge in her passions whenever the mood strikes and enjoys keeping all of life's cliché moments spicy.

Known for her sense of humor, Emma surrounds herself with friends whose antics often become the source of book fodder. Her ideal situation would be to explore the Caribbean while writing. She pursues that dream daily.


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Thursday, March 12, 2015

COVER REVEAL: echo by e.k. blair

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ECHO (Black Lotus #2)
Written by: E.K. Blair

Release Date: Tuesday, May 12, 2015
Genre: Psychosexual Thriller

Synopsis:

It's been said the longest echo ever measured lasted 75 seconds, but I can assure you, this will last much longer. The bang deafened the world around me, muting everything into nullity, allowing the reflection of its destruction to live far beyond its intended life. 

It will follow me forever, destroying me—destroying you.

You want answers?
So do I.

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Friday, March 6, 2015

BLOG TOUR AND REVIEW: WAIT FOR ME BY BJ GRINDER AND TS MCKINNEY


Book: Wait for Me

Author: TS McKinney & BJ Grinder

Genre: Dark Erotica



Synopsis

Susannah is a dominatrix and FBI agent. Jasper is a younger submissive who wants to surrender to her every desire. The dominant side of her wants him badly, but the age gap holds her back. Susannah’s first assignment introduces her to the sickening world of human trafficking. Jasper, a genius with computers, jumps at the chance to do anything that will allow him to spend time with Susannah. When Susannah is betrayed, Jasper is abducted.

Will Susannah rescue Jasper before too much damage is done to his body...and soul? Will she get the chance to prove her love?




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Karessa's 5 Star Review:

Special agent Susannah Valentine isn't quite sure she us cut out for the FBI. Together with her partner Tyler Montague, they are out to bring down one of the most elusive sex traffickers known to man. Can she handle this assignment with his help? After getting the lead she has been waiting for she jumps into action on proving to herself that she can do this. But when her plans take a tragic turn for the worst and someone she loves is caught in the cross fire can she stay strong. As her dominate side is revealed this is most definitely a journey that will test her in all aspects of her life.

I really really want to give this book more stars it truly is an amazing story of love and hope. I have never read a book that has really had me so, so all over the place with my emotions. This was the hardest book i have ever gotten through. It is a darker read than i normally find myself enjoying. It is not a book for the weak minded. It is powerful and will have u guessing at every turn. I definitely recommend this book to anyone that looks for a deeper erotic story. It is hot. I can't leave that out. It had my blood boiling on a thousand different levels. As i said the emotion is overpowering. It had an amazing ending and I am definitely looking for more from BJ Grinder and TS McKinney.


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Meet the Authors

BJ Grinder was born and raised in a small Tennessee town.  She is the single mother of four children, three dogs and three frogs.  She enjoys hiking, reading, and, of course, writing. With a life this busy, sometimes a girl needs to escape into the fantasy land offered by books.

TS McKinney lives in East Tennessee with her high school sweetheart/husband and all the countless dogs she picks up from deserted country roads.  Her professional career has been in business but her heart has always belonged to the fantasy world found in books.  Creating wicked worlds where one can meet the perfect hero - and then do anything to him that you want - has been a hobby that has brought her plenty of hours of fun and naughty entertainment.  When not working, reading, or writing, she loves to spend time with her family and forcing them (because they don't really have a choice) to allow her redecorate their houses...and listen to her naughty...sometimes sadistic stories.

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Thursday, November 27, 2014

COVER REVEAL: REPARATION BY STYLO FANTOME

We are so pleased to reveal the cover for Reparation, the final book in The Kane Trilogy releasing on December 8th. Has the Devil met his match? Check out the giveaway below. Good luck!!!


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Synopsis
The Devil has met his match

When Tatum O'Shea decides it's time for some payback, no one is safe from her new game - not even the devil himself. Tate is going to get her happily ever after, even if it means making everyone else unhappy in the process.

But a persistent Jameson, a meddling Sanders, and an amorous baseball player make it very hard for a girl to keep her focus, and suddenly it seems Tate has a few too many suitors for her fairy tale ending.

Sometimes, it's very difficult to tell who Prince Charming really is ...

WARNING: may induce Kindle throwing, screaming at fictional characters, and possibly a few tears. Also graphic sexual situations and sadomasochistic themes.

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Excerpt
Jameson watched the Bentley pull up the driveway. Sanders got out of it, alone. They hadn't spoken the entire time. Jameson hadn't called – if he had, he probably would've lost his shit. And he didn't want to do that. Sanders probably hadn't called for the very same reason.

“Nice little vacation you had there,” Jameson commented, taking in Sanders' rumpled suit.

“I wouldn't say that,” the younger man replied, heading into the house and straight into the kitchen. Jameson followed him.

“I almost thought you had left with her,” he voiced his fear. Sanders stopped in front of a cupboard.

“I would never do that. I simply tried to reason with her,” he said.

“Oh really. And how did that go?” Jameson snorted. Sanders snorted as well and pulled open the cupboard.

“Not well. She is severely unbalanced.”

Jameson was a little shocked as he watched Sanders pull a bottle Jack Daniel's out of the cupboard. He walked up next to him, watched as Sanders got a tumbler out of another cupboard and then poured about three-fingers worth of the amber liquid into the glass.

“She's also a bad influence. What are you doing?” Jameson demanded. Sanders handed the glass to him.

“This is for you,” he replied. Jameson took the glass.

“Oh god, why?” he groaned, then knocked back the liquid.

“She offered to sleep with me.”

Jameson started choking on the whiskey. Sanders pounded on his back, but Jameson waved him away. Stumbled over to the sink and turned on the faucet, stuck his mouth underneath it. He must have heard wrong. He couldn't believe it.

“I'm sorry,” he gasped for air, leaning against the counter. “You'll have to repeat that. What happened?”

“Sex. She offered to have sex with me.”

“I see. Did you take her up on this offer?”

Pause.

Oh my god. I have to kill Sanders. How am I going to do this? That stupid bitch ...


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Stylo Fantome Crazy woman living in an undisclosed location in Alaska (where the need for a creative mind is a necessity!), I have been writing since ..., forever? Yeah, that sounds about right. I have been told that I remind people of Lucille Ball - I also see shades of Jennifer Saunders, and Denis Leary. So basically, I laugh a lot, I'm clumsy a lot, and I say the F-word A LOT. I like dogs more than I like most people, and I don't trust anyone who doesn't drink. No, I do not live in an igloo, and no, the sun does not set for six months out of the year, there's your Alaska lesson for the day. I have mermaid hair - both a curse and a blessing - and most of the time I talk so fast, even I can't understand me. Yeah. I think that about sums me up.


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♥READ THE SERIES♥
Book 1 - Degradation - AMAZON | B&N
Book 2 - Separation - AMAZON | B&N


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Thursday, November 20, 2014

COVER REVEAL: CLAIMED BY M. NEVER

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Title: Claimed (Decadence after Dark Book 2)
Author: M. Never  
Genre: Dark Erotic Romance   
Release Date: TBA



Synopsis:
With one look he consumed me.
With one touch he marked me.
With one kiss he owned me.
With one whisper he claimed me.


"No matter where you go or who you're with, you'll always be mine."
Ellie Stevens thought she had moved on from the domineering man who abducted her. Now living in Hawaii and following her dreams, no one is going to keep her down. But things aren't always as they seem.
Kayne Rivers reluctantly let Ellie go, but just because she's gone now, doesn't mean she'll be gone forever. She is his, and he won't stop until he's reclaimed her as his own.


Claimed is a dark erotic romance. Please pay close attention to the use of the words dark, erotic, and romance. It has intense sexual situations, a Master/slave relationship, mild abuse, and some violence. Reader discretion is advised.

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Lights Go Out- Fozzy
Beast Within- Blood
Take Me to Church- Hozier
Control- Puddle of Mudd
Gravity- Sara Bareilles
If You Only Knew- Shinedown
Fade Into Me- David Cook


Author Bio & Media Links:  
M. NEVER RESIDES IN NEW York City. When she's not researching ways to tie up her characters in compromising positions, you can usually find her at the gym kicking the crap out of a punching bag, or eating at some new trendy restaurant.
She has a dependence on sushi and a fetish for boots. Fall is her favorite season.
She is surrounded by family and friends she wouldn't trade for the world and is a little in love with her readers. The more the merrier. So make sure to say hi!


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Monday, November 10, 2014

COVER REVEAL: KICK BY CARMEN JENNER

Book Title: KICK (Savage Saints MC #1)
Author: Carmen Jenner
Publisher: Carmen Jenner
Genre: Adult, Dark Romance
Cover Designer: Cover It! Designs
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RELEASE DATE: January 26th, 2015


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Blurb
When I was ten, my father indoctrinated me into the family.
A brotherhood who would fight, protect, and give their lives for one another. A club whose ties ran thicker than blood, murkier than the dirt and grime that tainted my soul. Stronger than the bonds that connected me to my own family.
A band of brothers where loyalty was kept and paid in a currency of blood.
When I was twenty-seven, I betrayed that brotherhood.
I’ve spent every day since running, avoiding paying back that debt.
My name is Daniel Johnson, and I have betrayed everyone I ever loved.
This is my story—if you’re screwed up enough to want to read it.
Warning: KICK contains graphic violence, profanity, drug use, and explicit sexual situations of a taboo nature. Intended for an 18+ audience only. Not intended for pussies.


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Welcome to Sugartown

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Greetings from Sugartown


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Carmen Jenner
Carmen Jenner is a thirty-something, USA TODAY Best Selling Author, doctor, pilot and CIA agent.  She's also a compulsive, flagrant prevaricator who gets to make things up for a living.

While Sugartown may not technically exist, Carmen grew up in a small Australian town just like it, and just like her characters, she always longed for something more. They didn't have an Elijah Cade, though.
If they did, you can be sure she would have never left.
 

Thursday, October 9, 2014

COVER REVEAL: SOCIOPATH BY LIME CRAVEN




Book: Sociopath
Author: Lime Craven
Genre: Dark Romance





Synopsis

The name's Aeron Lore. And you are...? Such a pleasure to meet you, sweetheart. Is that a southern accent? Gorgeous.

You fucking bitch.

Why so surprised? I control a billion dollar fortune. I control the news. Give me five minutes and I'll control you, too. If you could read my mind, you'd probably call me perverted. Unnatural. Manipulative. But I've learned to blend in, to be funny and charming. A predator in a designer suit.

I have no conscience. No shame in taking the things I want. And what I wanted was for Leontine Reeves to sell me her boutique tech firm so I could exploit the fuck out of it. Maybe exploit the fuck out of her, too, because desire haunts me in shades of scarlet, and I desire Leo most of all.

I never meant for this to be a love story. I fought it kicking and screaming, the same way Leo fought me. Now we're bleeding into each other, making a mess. A chaos. There's no control here. And what do monsters like me do when control leaves the building?

We attack.






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SOCIOPATH


Often, at this time of night, I go into my gym room and pound out a few miles on the treadmill. Work on the weights. Not tonight, though; not after the meeting. I'm hungry for other things.
A long hot shower is where the build-up starts. I rub at my thighs with soapy hands. Take deep lungfuls of steam. Watch my cock harden as the water beats down, making it bounce and bob. I don't allow myself women often—I'm too easily distracted by the ripe promise of flesh. But Miss Reeves and that ass. Jesus. I have to seduce her into selling her business; may as well go the whole nine yards and seduce her into other things, too.
In the bedroom, I don't wait to dry myself, so my damp skin sticks to the sheets. No matter. I wrap a lubed hand around my cock and just squeeze intermittently. Teasing. This is what her pussy will feel like, this tight, ebbing grip. Breath slips through my teeth in a cold hiss.
Leontine told me that her name means lion, and it makes for a pretty line but it's not what she is. Beyond those bedroom eyes and that surly, almost submissive manner, I know her type exactly; she's the kind of girl who'll let me play with her pussy until she's wetter than an April morning, who'll look pained and keep still while I lick her overripe clit. She won't want it, not really, will keep the fight inside and pretend it isn't happening. And then her orgasm will come from nowhere—desperate and aching—and she'll claw at me while I claw at her sweet spot, fingers jabbing harder than she ever thought she'd like.
The words she'll say in that accent. The haughty, breathy hitch in her voice when she comes—now that's my kind of drug. Why has nobody figured out how to charge for that yet? Hookers don't come like good girls; they rarely come at all, actually, but even when they do, it's always spoiled with fake gratitude afterward. I don't care if a girl thanks me for her orgasm, and I prefer it when she's still too traumatised to get the words out, but Jesus. Sex is all about honesty—that's what makes it sexy. And sex is one of the few things I can actually be honest about.
Which is why I don't have it too often.
I stroke myself; long pulls, short twists at the head. The throb of impending orgasm climbs the muscles of my inner thighs. With each new streak of heat, I lean further into the pillows, back braced, chin tipped. Eyes squeezed shut. In the darkness, Leontine comes back into view, walking away from me in the lobby with her perky, sculpted ass bobbing in goodbye. The mere thought of it bare sets my teeth on edge; I can see her bent over, ass high, her pussy peeking out beneath like a split peach. She'll want to be fucked when I'm done with my tongue and fingers. She'll want to be full, to feel something else. Something risky. Bloody. Ah.
She looked almost frightened of me earlier. If I had a conscience, I'd feel bad for thinking of her like this: bent over, begging for it, trembling with pleasure and fear. But I don't. And when I spray half a hell of cum over my abs, groaning and panting with the force of it, there's no devil on my shoulder.
There's just an empty room, a damp bed, and the dark undertow of impending sleep pulling me down, down, down.


Author Bio

I like dysfunction. Broken people who can't fix each other, but fit together because they're missing the same pieces. One of my favourite songs declares, "take the sinner down to feed desire," and that's my MO. I write dirty psychological thrillers with strong elements of dark romance.

I love antiheroes. Female characters who don't just accept their faults, but downright exploit them. No nice boys. No shame. Mindfuckery for all.



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