Release Day Blitz: Baby Maker by Jenika Snow

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Tex

There was only one woman I wanted, and I’d been secretly lusting after her for years.
My sister’s friend.

That first time I saw Calissa was like a right hook to the face, taking me down until there was nothing left. She was my world.

She’s too young for me, too innocent, but that won’t stop me from making her mine. There’s no stopping it, no controlling this possessive, primal need to claim her.

I’d have Calissa no matter what, as my woman, my wife ... with my baby inside of her.


Calissa

It was a forbidden desire to want your best friend’s older brother, but it was my reality. Tex was big and strong and a successful owner of a security company. He was definitely all man.

I’d thought he’d never see me as anything more than his sister’s friend. How wrong I was.

No more longing gazes or fantasies we were together.
He knew what he wanted out of life and apparently that was me ... pregnant with his child.

Warning: This hero really knows what he wants and that's the heroine and getting her knocked up! But no worries, this story is still sweet--even if it is filthy--and you still get that Happily Ever After.

 

Jenika Snow knocked this one out of the park! I enjoyed this real man so much. He knew what he wanted and he went after it!There was already so much history between them, that the awkwardness was over and we could get down to the good stuff.  Great story, HEA, funny and sexy. Over all another winner !

 

She’s real. This is fucking real.
“Are we really doing this?” she asked softly. “Is this really happening?”
Oh. Fuck. Yeah.
“It should have happened a while ago, Calissa. I should have made you mine when I first realized that’s what I wanted.” I took a step closer. “It was at the eighteenth birthday party. You’d been standing there in a white sundress, your hair piled high on your head, those little pearl earrings catching my eye.” I looked into her eyes. “You remember that night?”
She nodded slowly.
“I wanted you right then and there. I wanted to take you to an empty room, pull your dress up over your ass, and slide my cock deep into that tight little pussy of yours.” I reached out and touched her cheek, her skin warm, smooth. “I wanted to claim that tight little cunt of yours, and the way you looked at me, I know you wanted that, too, didn’t you?”
“Yes,” she said breathlessly.
I moved closer until I could reach out and touch her. I had my hand on her cheek and stroked my thumb along her jawline. I was glad Megs caught us. I was glad she gave her blessing, so to speak. That would have been a hurdle we had to cross later on, but now it was done, sealed. I’d left Megs’ with Calissa in hand, telling her I wanted us to talk, to really understand what was going on. If sex happened tonight than it was meant to, but if not … well I was a fucking patient man. Especially when it came to Calissa.
“How does this feel?” she asked, her voice a whisper.
“It feels pretty fucking incredible. It feels perfect.”
I didn’t stop touching her jawline. I wanted to touch more of her … all of her. She slipped her tongue out and ran it along the swell of her bottom lip. And I lost all semblance of the self-control I’d been holding onto. I lowered my head, moved slightly toward her, and knew if I allowed myself to kiss her, I wouldn’t be able to stop.

Jenika Snow, a USA Today bestselling author, lives in the northeast with her husband and their two daughters. She prefers gloomy days, eats the topping off of her pizza first, and prefers to wear socks year round.

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🎉Release Blitz/Review 🎉 Mine by Jenika Snow

 
That one word has never meant so much.

JANA

Ballet was my life, but after getting injured that dream faded. I still needed fast money, so I sucked up my pride and decided to strip.

All clubs could use a virgin stripper, right?

But from the moment I saw Cole Savage, owner of the strip club I was trying to get into, all rational thought left me.

He was dark and dangerous, and his personality screamed arrogance.
I wanted him, and by the way he looked at me I knew he wanted me as well.

But I should keep it strictly business, right?

COLE

From the moment I first saw Jana I wanted her. She needed a job at my club, but the possessive side of me rose up demanding she was only mine. I might have just met her, but I was already so damn territorial of her.

If she wanted a job I’d give her one, but she’d be keeping her clothes on.
I’ve been celibate for years, but it’s time to change that with her.

Jana would soon realize what it meant to be mine.


*Warning: This is a short story featuring an over-the-top possessive hero who makes no secret that the heroine his. It’s got dirty dancing, raunchy scenes, but is safe and has a Happily Ever After that comes with reading a Real Man story.





 

 

First off the cover ! WOW , holy cow. This was a Jenika Snow special , fast, hot and oh so good. Over the top alpha , with his sweet little virgin. This was a great add to the Real Men series!! Keep them coming Jenika .

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My cock was harder than I ever remembered it being, and the images of pushing her panties aside and shoving my dick inside of her played through my mind on repeat.

“I need you,” I said harshly, my voice nothing more than this guttural sound.

She didn’t tell me to stop, didn’t try to get out of my arms. In fact, she had her hands in my shirt at my back, holding on to me, keeping me close.

Once I was off the stage and standing back where my chair was, I put her on the ground and immediately cupped her cheek. “I could watch you all fucking night, baby, but I’m so hard for you.”

And before I knew what the hell she was doing, she slipped her hand down the front of my pants and pressed her open palm over my cock.

The arousal in me was so intense I nearly came.

She was breathing hard, fast, and I knew she was right here with me, knew she was ready for me. But I wanted to hear her say it, wanted her to tell me the words.

I tipped her chin back, made her look in my eyes, and said, “Tell me what you want.”

My cock was harder than I ever remembered it being, and the images of pushing her panties aside and shoving my dick inside of her played through my mind on repeat.

“I need you,” I said harshly, my voice nothing more than this guttural sound.

She didn’t tell me to stop, didn’t try to get out of my arms. In fact, she had her hands in my shirt at my back, holding on to me, keeping me close.

Once I was off the stage and standing back where my chair was, I put her on the ground and immediately cupped her cheek. “I could watch you all fucking night, baby, but I’m so hard for you.”

And before I knew what the hell she was doing, she slipped her hand down the front of my pants and pressed her open palm over my cock.

The arousal in me was so intense I nearly came.

She was breathing hard, fast, and I knew she was right here with me, knew she was ready for me. But I wanted to hear her say it, wanted her to tell me the words.

I tipped her chin back, made her look in my eyes, and said, “Tell me what you want.”

She took long seconds to answer, but when she did, I saw her pupils dilate and smelled her desire saturate the air. “I want you to be my first. I want you to own my virginity, Cole.”

I groaned, not able to help it, not able to even try and stop myself.

“I need to fuck you.” I couldn’t help but stare at her chest, at the way her breasts rose and fell, her cleavage showing over the hem of her bra.

“Take off the bra, baby. Let me see you. Let me make you feel even better.”

Her throat worked as she swallowed, and before I had to tell her again, she was removing the bra, showing me how hard her nipples were and how flushed her skin was.

“The panties, Jana. Get rid of the fucking panties.” And like a good girl, she was pushing her panties down her thighs.

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.

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📚Cover Reveal 📚 Viking (A Real Man #9) by Jenika Snow

Coming January 30th

She’ll be his greatest conquest.


INGRID

I should have been afraid of him, the brutal man with the violence covering him and blood on his face. But he’d saved me from a fate worse than death. He was a Viking, a man who took what he wanted because he could, because no one dared to cross him, to go against him.

And he claimed me.

I was his now, and I didn’t want to fight that.


GUNNAR

From the moment I saw Ingrid I knew I wanted her as mine, as my wife, the future mother of my children. I’ll go to any lengths to keep her by my side, to make her see I’m not letting her go. I may give her the option to leave, to find her own way, but the truth is I would follow her to the ends of the earth to keep her close.

I’m a Viking, a savage, dangerous and violent. I don’t give up when I see something I want. I’ve been searching for Ingrid my whole life; I just didn’t realize it until I looked into her blue eyes.

She will be mine. No matter what.


Warning: Hope you like your men filthy, brutal, and willing to slay for the woman he’s claimed, because in this story you’re getting it all and then some. It’s dirty, totally unbelievable, and probably holds no real historical facts, but it’s fun and hot and hits the right spot. It is what it is, so hang on and enjoy the ride.

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.

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💞Release Day Blitz💞 Dirty ( Real Men #8) by Jenika Snow

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I’m going to show her how good it can be to get dirty…


Josephine

Moving to a small town for a new job was the only thing I should be focused on. But the first time I see Gabe, all of that goes out the window. He’s the owner of a garage in the town I now call home, and picturing the filthy things he’d do to me with those grease-stained hands fills my head.
The way he looks at me makes me feel like a woman, like he’s undressing me with his eyes … like he could teach me a thing or two about what a real man does with a woman in his bed.
I don’t care if being with him is fast or sudden. I want him to devour me.
Gabe

The first time I lay eyes on Josephine, I know she’ll be mine.
I won’t stop until she is.
I want to get my dirty hands all over her. I want to make that creamy pale skin of hers dark from grease, and red from holding onto her.
And I’ll do all of that, because there’s no way I’m backing off, not until I know I have her.

Warning: You like filthy and insta-love? Well, this story is full of it. If you’re into a hero who knows how to handle his woman, and a heroine who’s all about tall, dark, and dirty, you better hang on because this story will most definitely give you whiplash.

  

In true Jenika fashion this is an instalove, a fast love, dirty talking hot men. Over the top alpha, but this wasn't one of my fave of her Real Men series. I personally wanted to have a little bit of drama. It to me was a little to smooth of a ride to the HEA. 

  

I left the bathroom, my focus on the ground, my thoughts on the crazy things I was feeling. I slammed right into someone and assumed it was Gabe from the way he cupped my arms and the low, masculine grunt that left him. But when I looked up, it was some random guy. He was young, maybe fresh out of high school. He smelled like middle school though, like that eighth grade Cool Water aroma that wasn’t bad but also brought back those awkward adolescent memories.
“Sorry,” he said, a grin already in place. “You new here? Just passing through?”
I didn’t want to be rude, but I also didn’t want to small talk with some random guy about whether or not I was new in town. It might have been some cheesy pickup line, or he could have been trying to genuinely be nice. Either way, I wasn’t in the right headspace for it.
He still had his hands on my arms, but before I could move away or even respond to his question, I saw Gabe step up behind him. Gabe was a whole head taller than this guy.
“You got somewhere else to be,” Gabe said, not phrasing it like a question.
The guy turned around, and the expression on his face told me he was annoyed. “Excuse me—” But that last word kind of hung in the air between them when he saw Gabe.
“I’m sure you got something else to do than speaking with Josephine,” Gabe said. He crossed his big arms, this easy but also serious expression hanging over him.
“Hey, Gabe,” the guy said.
Okay, they clearly knew each other.
“I didn’t know she was yours,” the guy said, holding up his hands. There was no weirdness between them. But there was this dominance coming from Gabe.
The guy ended up leaving, and I stood there wondering what in the hell had just happened.
“Ready?” Gabe said as if that little exchange wasn’t weird as hell. He went to leave, but I felt myself rooted to the spot.

“What was that?”
He stopped and looked over his shoulder. “What?” He turned fully around then.
“That…that…” I was at a loss for words right now. He’d been marking his territory. That’s what it had certainly seemed like. But that couldn’t be. I hardly knew him. And would a man be possessive of a woman he just met? He hadn’t even hit on me, and aside from a few looks I’d seen him throw my way, he’d seemed indifferent toward me.
He lifted a dark eyebrow. “That was what?”
I didn’t know, so instead of saying anything, I just opened and closed my mouth.
“Come on,” he said, his voice deep.
I found myself following him out of the diner, across the parking lot, and when I had my hand on the door handle, I finally found my voice.
“That was fucking ridiculous.” I surprised even myself with the words that spilled out of my mouth. Gabe had my door already opened, but he was on the driver’s side, waiting. When I spoke, he shut his door and walked around the truck to where I stood.
“You think so?”
I nodded, crossing my arms over my chest. “Yeah, I do. You don’t even know me.” he had the passenger side door closed a second later, and placed his hands on either side of me. He moved close, his big body pressed almost to mine. I had my hands hanging at my sides, my throat tight, my breath stalling. “What are you doing?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper.
“What does it look like I’m doing?” He glanced down at my mouth.
I swallowed the lump in my throat. “It looks like you’re invading my personal space.” And he was, really invading it, but the thing was I wanted more of it. I felt hot, a flush stealing over me, making my heart beat faster and my palms sweaty. He smelled so good too. Gabe smelled like a real man. All man.
“You don’t want me this close?” he asked, his voice low, the hint of a question hanging between us. “Or maybe you do like it.” He pressed his body flush with mine, hard to soft. He was all lines, masculine dips, sinew, and precise muscle.

“I don’t even know you,” I managed to say again, but it was clear, even to me, that not knowing him intimately didn’t mean a thing. I didn’t care that there were probably people staring at us, that we looked like a couple about to get it on.
God, I’d like to get it on.
“What do you want to know about me?” he asked, his focus on my eyes now. “I’ll tell you anything you want.”
I believed he would.
“For starters, I don’t know your last name.”
“Dressin,” he said without missing a beat.
“Or your age—”
“Thirty-five.” He fired that answer back at me, his gaze on my lips again. I couldn’t help but lick them. A guttural groan spilled from him, and I felt myself get wetter, felt my panties become soaked for this man.
When he slowly lifted his eyes to mine, he was heavy-lidded, his arousal clear. It was like our lust for one another bounced between us. I absorbed his, he absorbed mine, and together it was so intense we were saturated with it.
“What are you doing?” I asked again, but this time in a barely there whisper. He didn’t speak for a second, but the look he gave me screamed one word.
Mine.

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.

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