Tuesday, September 12, 2017

Cover Reveal & Giveaway : Black Belt in Love by Winter Travers

#CoverReveal #Giveaway Black Belt in Love by ☛ Winter Travers is #ComingSoon September 29, 2017!

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📚Blurb📚
Kennedy
Kennedy Kramer has lived the dream. It just wasn't her dream. Yearning to build a life of her own, free of her overbearing parents, she opens Zen yoga studio.
To appease her distressed parents and get them off her back, she needs to convince them she’s living the life they want for her.
She somehow finds herself entangled with Dante Craig and Operation: Decoy.

Dante
Dante Craig doesn’t want for much. As long as he has his friends and can do karate whenever he wants, he’s good to go.
With nothing holding him back or tying him down, Dante latches onto Karlton's harebrained scheme to be Kennedy’s Decoy. But it turns into something neither of them saw coming. Her ass in those yoga pants only helps cement the concept of making the temporary decoy position a permanent one.

Kennedy might have a decoy, but Dante is the one with the secret. When light is shined onto the truth, will they earn a black belt in love or end up with broken hearts?



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Thursday, September 7, 2017

Release Blitz and Review for : Ride My Beard by Jenika Snow and Jordan Marie


































Lola

My entire life I have been in love with one man.
Ryker Stone.
It doesn’t matter that he is more than double my age.
I don’t care about the whispers that say he’s too wild to ever be tamed.
I like that he’s reckless.
He makes me feel like I can be uninhibited.
Truth is I saved myself for him.
I belong to him.

Ryker

I’ve had my eye on Lola for more years than I should admit.
Her beauty drew me in, but it was her innocence that trapped me.
I shouldn’t want to claim her, but she’s all I desire. So I stay close and make damn sure no one else touches her.
I’m all wrong for her, but too damn stupid and hard-up to stay away.
She can run, but I’ll follow.
By the time it’s all said and done she’ll be riding my beard.


Warning: This is a short and over-the-top dirty novella that will have you searching out your very own dirty mechanic. It’s to the point and leaves noting to the imagination, but then again doesn’t everyone like it that way? *wink*




   

Can I write a review , that will express my feelings for this book , that won't give away spoil anything but yet to get across my thoughts. This book even though it is a short story , gives me everything I look for in my love stories. It gets the who, what, when,where and boy ol boy HOW! Just enough drama to make it sassy but not to much to make it over dramatic. Over all this was a wonderful, sexy,hot, kinky, over the top romance and I loved it!  












I walk over to Lola and don’t stop myself from reaching out and cupping one smooth, peach-colored cheek. I want to smack the flesh, spank her good and hard until my handprint is covering her pale flesh.

“Baby, I’m about to show you that working here, being around these motherfuckers, has consequences.” She looks over her shoulder at me, her eyes wide, her mouth parted.

“But it’s not my fault there are a bunch of assholes who come here,” she defends and if I wasn’t so fucking hard and ready to go off, I would smile.

No, it wasn’t her fault, but I need an excuse to touch her in the way I want to, in the way I need to. I also need her to understand that when it comes to her, to her safety—fuck, anything to do with her, I’m not about to be reasonable.

“Tell me you want my hands on you, want me to smack this perfect ass until the pleasure and pain melt into one, until my mark is on your body and you know that you're mine.”

She still looks at me over her shoulder, her eyes so wide, her pretty, pink lips still parted.

“Tell me, dammit.” My voice is harsh, rough, exactly how I'm going to be with her. I won’t be satisfied until she is screaming out for more.

“Yes,” she says softly and I can hear the need in her voice. Her hands are stretched out in front of her, her fingers curled around the edge of the desk.

I take a step back and put my foot between her legs to kick her feet apart. I look down at her ass, her legs spread wide enough that I can see her pussy lips. They are pink and glossy, and slightly swollen from her arousal. My mouth waters and my balls draw up tight to my body.

I want to reach down and unzip my jeans, pull my dick out, and align it right at the entrance of her pussy hole. I want to shove it deep inside of her, claiming her cherry and making her know she's mine.












Jordan Marie

A QUIRKY WRITER GOING WHERE THE VOICES TAKE HER.
USA Today Best Selling Author Jordan Marie, is just a simple small town country girl who is haunted by Alpha Men who talk in her head 24 hours a day.

She currently has 14 books out including 2 that she wrote under the pen name Baylee Rose.

She likes to create a book that takes you on an emotional journey whether tears, laughter (or both) or just steamy hot fun (or all 3). She loves to connect with readers and interacting with them through social media, signings or even old fashioned email.




Jenika Snow

Jenika Snow is a USA Today Bestselling Author that lives in the northwest with her husband and their two daughters. Before she started writing full-time she worked as a nurse.








Wednesday, September 6, 2017

Release Blitz and Review for : Rough Rider by Aria Cole




























































After years of living alone, Nash Campbell sets eyes on curvy beauty Eden Sutherland again, the day she steps out of her brother's pickup truck and falls directly into his arms. He may have made a promise to her brother to take care of her, but it isn't long before Nash is fixed on wrangling his best friend's little sister into his bed—and his life.

Eden Sutherland enjoys living alongside her brother in the old farmhouse where they grew up, but when he's deployed, she's uprooted to Circle C Ranch and dumped in the arms of her brother's best friend, irritatingly moody and maddeningly sexy cowboy Nash Campbell. The boy who pulled her pigtails and made the butterflies jump in her stomach for the first time when they were kids. She may have grown up running through the pastures at Circle C, but that doesn't mean seeing Nash again is easy on the heart. She's been purposefully avoiding this man for years, and now she has to call him roommate…

Warning: When this filthy-talkin' cowboy falls, it's hard and fast. Insta-love obsessed, countrified goodness is the best way to describe this rough rider. Sit back, relax, and grab a sweet tea, it's about to he heart. She may have grown-get sticky down south.






 




   
Cowboy up baby! This one hell of a ride,I am telling you , it is fast paced, hot and down right adorable. My only fault is , I wanted more and I wanted it longer! 















ONE

Eden

   I wrung my hands in my lap, eyes focused on the long gravel driveway that led to my imprisonment.  
   “You know, I don’t need a babysitter,” I spat to my brother in the driver’s seat.  
   “Sweet young girl like you, you most certainly do. These damn cowboys would eat you alive,” he drawled, eyes cutting to me then back to the windshield. The old truck rattled to a sputtering stop in front of the giant red barn I spent too many summer nights playing hide-and-seek in.  
   “I’m not sweet or young. Since I've managed to handle you my whole life, I figure these cowboys will be easy.” I shoved open the door of the truck, storming off with a desperate slam of the door for dramatic effect. But instead, it squawked on its rusty hinges. Baxter, the old golden retriever that’d been wandering this dusty ranch since the time I was eight, rambled up to me. I knelt down and put my arm around the old dog, giving him a good rub. His scent was so familiar, just as it had been all those years ago. I closed my eyes, sucking in a fortifying breath before I faced the man who inhabited this place.  
   “Welcome, Eden.” His throaty voice sent fire through my veins, just like it always had. My cheeks flamed, hands shoved into the pockets of my cutoff shorts when Nash Campbell’s dusty cowboy boots came into view.
   I wanted to die.  
   Colt, Nash, and I may have grown up together on this ranch, bonfires and swimming in the pond from sunup to sundown, but I hadn’t laid eyes on him in nearly two years. And there was a reason for it.  
   “Hey.” Colt came around the back of the pickup and pulled two giant duffles out of the bed. “She’s not too pleased ’bout me dropping her off here, but she’ll grow up and see I was right. Someday.” Colt shot me a glare.  
   “I should have gone away to college,” I grumbled. I still hadn’t looked Nash in the face yet.  
   I couldn’t. One look into those intense eyes would have me lost. It'd been too long, and those feeling and memories were still all twisted into knots from my head to my toes. The worst place those knots tangled around was my heart.
   There was too much history wrapped up in my feelings for him. Nash and my brother had been best friends since the time they were in diapers, and then I came along five years later, the annoying, tagalong little sister. They’d picked on me relentlessly, daring me to eat bugs and touch garden snakes, and then the teen years had hit, and everything changed.    
   Nash’s voice had deepened, suddenly sending spirals of excitement through my nine-year-old stomach. And then dark stubble smattered his cheeks and jawline, and I couldn't help thinking about what the scratchy scruff would feel like against my skin. And by the time Nash was fifteen, he was working in the field or around the barns all summer. Slinging hay bales six hours a day did a lot for his once lean, taut physique.  
   Nash had bloomed into a damn Adonis right before my eyes, his body rivaling the sketches of David I’d seen in my art class.  
   I fell in love with Nash Campbell the summer I turned eleven.
   While my brother still seemed perpetually immature and annoying, Nash’s confidence grew, his eyes lighting with genuine kindness whenever he saw me. I’d never met anyone like him back then, and I still hadn’t now. Nash was a once in a lifetime dream—a dream that was unattainable. Like a mirage, a faint whisper on the wind. A man like Nash would never want someone like me, but still, that didn’t matter to my heart. When I thought of him, I was still that eleven-year-old little girl who fell in love with a boy she could never have.  
   That was probably why today was all the harder.  
   Colt was leaving for his deployment in the Army, and I was moving in here, with my brother’s best friend, at Circle C Ranch.
    “Got your room all made up for you, the corner room upstairs, the one you used to sleep in when we were little.” Nash was addressing me.  
   Oh shit, that meant I’d have to actually look him in the face. I’d been considering a way to avoid his eyes for the entire time I was here, which would hopefully just be the summer. Colt didn’t know it, but I’d already filled out a few applications for colleges. I’d been going to the community college in our small town, but now that Colt wouldn’t be here, I didn't have a reason to stay.  
   Living on my own would be tight, but I was accustomed to making do on a budget. I just had to hope I would be awarded a few grants or scholarships for housing. I could afford the classes for the coming semester at least, but I couldn't pay for the housing on top of that.  
   And I needed to get out of this town.  
   I needed to get away from all these memories.  
   The gorgeous, impossibly sculpted, stubbled, and rugged memories.  “Thanks,” I finally muttered, allowing my eyes to wash across Nash’s face for the first time.  
  Oh God, was that my heart beating so loudly?
  It sounded like a John Deere vibrating in my ears.  
  “I can get this carried up for you. Dinner’s at five, so you've got some time to settle in before—”
   “I’m not hungry. I had a big lunch,” I lied.  
   Colt shook his head at my side. “She’s lying. If you don’t force her to eat, she’ll peck like a bird.”
   My cheeks flamed as my teeth gnashed together. “I thought you had somewhere to be tonight?”  
   Colt chuckled, taking off ahead of us toward the house.  
   “Still treating you like a dick, I see,” Nash said at my shoulder.  
   Shit, when had he moved closer?
   This was too much. His body so close to mine felt like a ticking time bomb waiting to detonate.  
   “He says he means well, but I personally think it’s a control thing.”
   “Can’t blame him. A man should take care of his only sister. I’d do the same thing.”
   I chanced a glance out of the corner of my eye, catching his gaze hovering at my neckline, then dipping lower.  
   My stomach dropped, my feet screaming at me to run before I made a fool of myself somehow. I’d never known quite how to act around men, especially this one, when it felt like he stole all the oxygen from my lungs with one look.
    “Maybe you’re on a power trip too, then,” I finally replied, stomping in the dirt after Colt and toward the house.  
   I was a prisoner here; there was nothing willing about it.  
   If Colt and Nash thought I needed a babysitter, that I couldn't be left to my own devices, I’d sure as hell prove them wrong—and have fun while doing it.  
   No way could they keep this woman down.  
   “Eden!” Nash called after me, amusement lacing his voice.  
   I stuttered to a halt, turning to find him hot on my heels, an intoxicating half grin darting across his face.  
   “What?” I asked.  
   “You have no idea what kind of power play I’m into. Keep that in mind.” That cocky grin deepened, and my thighs grew slick with drop-dead desire.  
   Oh, shit.  
   What the hell was I in for this summer?
















































Aria Cole is a thirty-something housewife who once felt bad for reading dirty books late at night, until she decided to write her own. Possessive alpha men and the sassy heroines who love them are common, along with a healthy dose of irresistible insta-love and happily ever afters so sweet your teeth may ache.

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Friday, September 1, 2017

Blog Tour and Review and Giveaway : Two Bit by : L. Wilder

Title: Two Bit
Series: Satan's Fury MC #7
Author: L. Wilder
Genre: MC Romance
Release Date: August 22, 2017

L. Wilder has really knocked it out of the park with this installment in the Satan's Fury MC series. This gritty, sexy, thriller will leave you breathless and begging for more.- Author RB Hilliard
This is my FAVORITE story from Ms Wilder to date. It kept me on the edge of my seat with its aggressive undertones and dark storyline. -Cali Gals Book Blog
Another great read by L. Wilder. This author knows how to bring memorable characters to life and keep readers on the edge of their seats.- Jenerated Reviews
Author L. Wilder has taken us on a trip into the dark world of the Satan's Fury MC. This read will leave you sitting on the edge of your seats. Definitely a 5 star must read addition to this addictive series- BookClub Gone Wrong.
There's always a bit of an edge to L. Wilder's writing, but it was definitely more pronounced here, and Two Bit is, by far, the grittiest MC story she's written to date. - Danielle D. Palumbo
If you like hot bikers this is definitely the book to read. -Billie Compton
I have never seen the brothers of Satan's Fury MC,collectively and on their own, in such a focused, determined, and revengeful state. The end result??!!! This book is BADA$$!- Lisa C.
Two Bit made me speechless. I just keep drooling here thinking of him. - Nearing BookAddict
Where I was his weakness, he became my strength.

Two Bit:
I've never been one to hold back. I’ve always said what was on my mind – right or wrong – and earned my name because of it. Giving my two cents hasn’t always been a good thing, but on one fateful night, it led me to her. She was a once-in-a-lifetime kind of girl. Undeniably beautiful. Fearless. Unforgettable.
I wanted her, but getting mixed up with her nearly cost me my life.
I tried to fight it. I tried to save myself from the flame... but after one touch, I knew there was no turning back.
Zoe would be mine.
Zoe:
Sometimes, you’ve got to hit rock bottom before you can find a way to move forward. Well, it’s time for me to find a way to move forward, because I’ve sure as hell hit rock bottom.
My father, the president of the Chosen Knights, died and left me a legacy I didn't want. The club was supposed to be my family, but with my father gone, they’d gotten tangled up in things I wanted no part of. I wanted out, free from the torment, but I was stuck with no money and no place to go. I’d thought all hope was gone.
Until he walked into the bar.
As if he’d stepped out of my dreams, he was everything I’d ever wanted. Handsome. Courageous. Passionate.
Being with him came at a price – a price I wasn’t sure either of us could pay.
When sparks fly and ignite a war, who will be left standing in the ashes?

I am not sure if I can give this book a review , and do it justices Zoe and Two-Bit might have to be one of my fave of the couples. The work they both had to do, the struggles, the emotional ride. It left me gasping for air and wanting more. Over all great book, loveable characters , wonderful plot, and outcome. Well done L.Wilder , you did it again !!! 
Reviewed by GypsyBelle





Leslie Wilder grew up in a small town in West Tennessee. A country girl at heart, she’s always thought that life is too short, but she had no idea how short it really was until her brother passed away in 2014. She’s always been an avid reader, loving the escape only a great book can give, and wondered if she had what it took to write one of the wild romances she’d come to adore. With the support of her family and friends, she published Inferno: A Devil Chaser’s MC, one year after her brother’s death. With him in mind, she fulfilled her lifetime dream of writing. Since then, she’s completed the Devil Chaser’s Series and continued on with the Satan’s Fury MC Series. She has so many stories in her head, and can’t wait to share each and every one.
Leslie has been blown away by the support of her readers, appreciating every message, review, and encouraging word she’s received over the past year. She looks forward to continuing this journey with them for years to come.
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