Monday, 31 August 2020

Toxic by W.S. Greer #Release Blitz

 




Title: Toxic
Series: The Therapist #4
Author: W.S. Greer
Genre: Erotic Romance/Contemporary Romance
Release Date: September 1, 2020



Blurb

I don't know when things became so out of control.

On one hand, I have new patients who exhibit all the signs of a toxic relationship: anger spewing from the man, fear emanating off the woman, faded bruises that look to be covered with makeup, and an obvious level of control that exceeds anything that can be considered healthy.

On the other hand, a blast from my not-so-distant-past has returned, and the effects of her arrival are like wildfires being set throughout my life. The flames are spreading too rapidly for me to put them out, and somebody is bound to be burned.

I don't know when things became so out of control, but if I don't reel it all in, everything I’ve built will become ashes in the wind.


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“I missed you,” Evelyn growls as she grabs a hold of my shirt and pulls me into her. Our mouths connect and our tongues go to work. She licks mine, I suck hers. In zero seconds flat, we’re all over each other.
My hands roam over Evelyn’s body, grabbing and squeezing every part of her. She feels so good beneath my grasp, and the hunger in me wants to devour her, especially when she moans in the way only she can. When I hear her, it sends a jolt of desire up my spine, and I want nothing more than to be inside of her.
“Jesus fucking Christ, why do you look so good?” I ask as I push Evelyn backwards. Our mouths stay glued together as she takes baby steps toward her desk. Once we reach it, I position myself between her legs and force her to lean against the wood. “We have dinner reservations in half an hour, and you open the door looking like this? What am I supposed to do with you?”
Evelyn leans forward and licks my neck before grazing my flesh with her teeth. “Well, Dr. Colson, it’s a twenty minute drive to the restaurant, so I suggest you do what you want as fast as you can.”
“Yeah? Tell me what you want me to do.”
Evelyn smiles like a child who has just gotten her way. She sits on the desk and reaches down past her knees, pulling her dress up inch by inch until I can see the sexy white lace of her panties.
“I like when you give me control, Dr. Colson,” she says with a devilish grin.
“I don't mind every now and then,” I reply, dropping to my knees, because I know exactly what Evelyn wants. I just want to hear it from her lips. “Tell me, Dr. Monroe.”
Evelyn reaches down and runs her hand over my buzzed haircut before gripping the back of my head.
“Taste me, Malcolm.”






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WS (Will) Greer is an international bestselling author, and an active duty military member with the United States Air Force. He's been serving his country since 2004 and writing since he was in the fifth grade when he wrote and recorded his very first song. Will is a military brat who bounced around the world as a child, and graduated from Clovis High School in Clovis, New Mexico in 2003.

Will now lives in Delaware with his wife and 3 kids, and when he's not writing bestselling books, he's writing poems or songs, and reading everything he can get his hands on. He's fascinated with history, science, and politics, has deployed to the Middle East 3 times, and always values an inconvenient truth over a reassuring lie.


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Shock Me by Casey Hagen #Release Blitz

 




Title: Shock Me
Series: So Wrong It's Right #1
Author: Casey Hagen
Genre: Opposites Attract Romance
Release Date: September 1, 2020



Blurb

Mama always warned her that a sense of adventure would only lead to trouble…
Tall. Dark. Delicious. Trouble.

Mabel Lee Montgomery lives in the cradle of the church’s stifling arms. A disgraced preacher’s dutiful daughter, she’s protective of her mama and works endlessly to abolish the stigma left by her father’s scandal. But sometimes a woman just has to hang up her good girl ways and break free for a night. What better way than a bachelorette celebration at a wildly popular and completely taboo strip club outside the city limits?

Kellen Savage never thought a brief stint stripping would be more than a quick infusion of cash to repair the wreckage of his tumultuous past. Repelling the hungry pursuit of a serious relationship by the female persuasion just served as an added bonus. Until the prim and proper hot mess sitting front and center gives him an unintended show of her own between her tongue, a cherry, and enticing cleavage. Fascinated by her resilience as she stubbornly tries to keep up with her fast friends, he might just have to rethink his bachelor status.

Call it fate or call it a night of sin ending with a phone number scrawled on a condom. Either way, Mabel Lee and Kellen are about to embark on the joy ride of their lives. Their adventure starts out with fun and games, but the blind curves in the road ahead may prove too sharp for this unlikely match to maneuver. When the dust settles, Mabel Lee may have to face that fact that she’s more apt for scandal than a church pew, but will she be cut out for the scarlet letter it comes with?







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“What’s a body shot?” Mabel Lee asked.
Catalina reared back. “My God, where did you find her, Kellen?”
He laughed and scratched his head. “Ironically, I found her right here in the crowd.”
“Girl, you have to do a body shot. It’s practically a rite of passage.”
Mabel Lee’s eyes lit up and she bounced on her seat. “Will you show me?”
“Sure. Kellen, hop up on the table,” Catalina said, rising to her feet.
“You are kidding, right?” he said, giving her a look through his lashes.
“Nope. I mean, I don’t mind if she does one off me, but I have a feeling she’d feel more comfortable if it’s you.”
“One shot, Mabel Lee,” he said.
“I promise. Just one,” Mabel Lee said with an excited grin.
“I can’t believe I’m about to do this,” he said, tugging his t-shirt over his head.
Catalina snagged an empty table and dragged it over, sliding it right up against Mabel Lee’s. “Can I get a shot of tequila over here?” she called.
Kellen climbed onto the table just to have Catalina tsk him. “Really, guy? It’s your girlfriend. Take the pants off.”
“I’m not looking to perform a sex act, Catalina. I’m on the freaking clock.”
“I’ll vouch that it’s on the up and up. You’ll be fine. Besides, the owners adore you. You make them a shit ton of money. You’re good.”
He knew what an asset he was, but he sure as hell didn’t feel good about taking advantage.
Catalina sighed when he didn’t reply. “Look, Mabel Lee is too dignified for that. Hell, she’s too dignified for this, but she trusts me, so ditch the pants, man.”
“Fine.” He slid off his jeans, leaving him in the G-string he’d grabbed from his clothes as he hurried out to catch her.
“Oooh, seems he prepared for the occasion,” Catalina said, letting out a laugh.
He climbed on the table, laid down with his back against the wood, and schooled his breathing so he wouldn’t knock the shot off his stomach.
“Where do you want it, Mabel Lee? Chest, stomach, or right about here?” Catalina asked, touching the glass to his inner thigh.
High on his inner thigh.
Like, right next to his fucking nut.
“Catalina,” he growled.
“Kellen…shut up,” she said and shoved the wedge of lime in between his teeth.
“You only live once, right? Put it there.” Mabel said.
He lifted his head, surprised to see her pointing to the nut zone. Shit.
Blood rushed south, and his cock perked up.
Not now. Not now. Not now.
He could see the headline now. Beloved Local Stripper Causes Eye Injury with His Wayward Erection. It was a goddamned nightmare twist on the old A Christmas Story line. The fucking X-rated version.
“Looks like he’s giving us a tighter gap to support the glass. Thanks, Kellen,” Catalina said, followed by a snort.
Mabel Lee giggled.
And that was with no alcohol in her system. Just as long as she didn’t start slapping things again, because his junk was in the swing zone.
He muttered a few choice swears through the lime that would singe Mabel Lee’s ears clean off as his head smacked the table. God was a funny dude putting him in this position.
“Okay, sugar. So here’s what you’re going to do. No using your hands now; you keep those tucked behind your back.” There was a brief pause. “Good, just like that. I’m going to do you a favor and hold your hair. Lord, it’s gorgeous. You need to tell me what shampoo and conditioner you use.”
“Well, aren’t you sweet. Thank you. I use Kevin Murphy, but I use the cleansing crรจme in between washes so I don’t dry it out. Have you heard of Water Lilies in Clendon? That’s where I get it.”
Nice they could exchange recommended bath products while held a shot glass with his knob.
“Thanks, girl. I’ll check it out. Now, are you ready? On three, I want you to bend down and wrap your lips around that glass and bring it right back up with you. The liquor will slide right down. Just swallow and roll with it.”
“Okay, I can do that,” Mabel Lee said, her voice dropping in that way it did when she adopted that laser focus of hers.
“After, you go on up there and bite into that lime.”
“Mmm, okay.”
“One…two…three.”
He clenched as Mabel Lee’s warm breath fanned over his thigh. The glass bobbled, and what he thought might be her chin grazed his cock, making it jump, but before he knew it, she and the glass were gone.






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Casey Hagen pens her snarky, passionate stories from the salty air of Kennebunk, Maine. She’s a born and raised Vermont native, a New England girl to the core, with Ben & Jerry’s in her heart and real Vermont maple syrup pumping through her veins.

She’s the proud mother of three girls and a new, first-time grandma with an insatiable addiction to Fall Out Boy, and a new, rather concerning obsession with tattoos and piercings. Can you say “cool grandma?”

The inked and pierced grandma spends her time tucked away in her office, coated in cat hair, alternating between tearing her hair out trying to find the perfect words and being one step ahead of her three scheming fur babies she is positive are plotting her demise with every swirl around her ankles at the top of her office stairs.
She loves writing stories about real people, with complicated histories, relatable everyday problems, and giving them the hard-won happily-ever-afters they deserve.

And she thanks every last one of you who picks up one of her stories.

Casey is done talking about herself in the third person.

*Casey out*


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Title: Rated-XXX
Author: Mya Oh
Genre: New Adult Romantic Comedy
Release Date: September 1, 2020



Blurb

So, this whole thing started with a dick cake. Literally, a cake shaped like a dick. Phallic confectionary. I spill a cup of coffee on the patron. We become friends. We fall in love.

Wait, let’s back-track a bit.

I’m Bailey Finch: twenty-four, living in LA, and working as the lowly Calendar Editor for a trendy Sex & Relationships magazine - think Cosmo on methamphetamines. I mostly take coffee orders.

I’m also woefully body-conscious, clinically anxious, and still a virgin. Not the cute, quirky sort, either. I’m a borderline train-wreck on my best days, and a dumpster fire on my worst.

But here’s the real kicker: the Dick Cake Guy? He also ends up being the best career opportunity to possibly fall into my lap. His name is Elijah Mattox: BDSM Porn Star prodigy, wanna-be mainstream actor, and the subject of my very first magazine interview.

Or at least, that’s how it started. There was something much bigger yet to come - no pun intended.

Rated XXX: A virgin. A porn star. A comedy.







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“Well, fuck me.”
Nothing makes you second-guess yourself like a room full of voluptuous models with tiny waists and breasts that still remained perky – side-boob abundant – without a bra. I told myself that if they were silicone, my boobs would look just as great in a thin, lacy bralette – but still found myself giving my own a mournful squeeze while hiding behind a potted plant. There there, boobs. You are stunning, even if you do fall sideways when I lie down. And one might be slightly bigger than the other. Spoiler alert: it was the left one. I'd named her Carly.
I'm still sexy, I told myself. I'm still that girl. You go, Bailey.
When I tip-toed from behind my hiding spot, I was immediately hit by the blinding light of bleached-white smiles and perfectly-winged eyeliner. Glossy mouths, long faux eyelashes. Laughter that rang higher, almost melodic, alongside the beating music that was playing. I could feel my pulse rise; my brain determinedly running hurdles as I quickly looked around, trying to find a spot to belong in a room – nay, a house – brimming with men and women who looked like they belonged on the set of Ex on the Beach.
Or, you know, a porn set.
And then, brain trip. I think I went cross-eyed. Anxious, uncertain of myself, feeling like a mouse amongst sphinxes. One looked at me, then another, and I could tell what they were thinking: who is this girl? The girl in what now felt like an ill-fitting maroon-colored dress with a high-neckline and full-length sleeves. The girl who bought her makeup at Target and had never worn a single false eyelash, and had actually forgotten to put mascara on before leaving the house. Who is she?
And it wasn't in any sort of inspired way. A maybe-she's-born-with-it way. More like, who invited the walking tater tot? With no mascara, and practically blonde eyelashes, I suddenly felt as if I looked like a plague-ridden Victorian child.
You've made a massive mistake, the mean, DJ-sounding voice in my head informed. Also, you're ugly.
I waited restlessly for Eli to pop up, texting him that I had arrived, when one of the women approached me. Pink-frosted hair, milky pale complexion – absolutely perfect, carved from ivory. Her highlighter made her cheeks pop; her eyes sparkled in that half-drunk, post-orgasm sort of way. She hadn't forgotten the mascara, and oh, how her ensemble was flawless. She was beautiful.
She smiled at me, almost too politely, and had the nerve to brush a strand of hair from my forehead.
“I've never seen you before,” she remarked. “Have you worked with Eli?”
“Erm,” I looked down at my knees. I felt, in that instant, like I had stumpy Hobbit legs. What was I thinking, wearing a dress that cut off mid-thigh? I should have gone for shorter; something to elongate my legs. And here I was. Dildo Baggins. “No. I work with Come Magazine. I've been interviewing him for an article.”
“Ah,” she nodded. “That makes sense.”
What was that supposed to mean? I could feel the Spanx sucking in my middle, wondering why the hell none of these women had an ounce of cellulite on them. Where were the actually curvy girls? Not to body-shame, of course – just for variety, for God's sake.
My face grew hot, and I had only just turned to walk straight out – sorry, Eli, another time, by which I mean a big fat NOPE – when he tapped me on the shoulder, extending a cocktail. The same he'd made me before.
“Morgan,” he didn't take his eyes off me. I felt myself swallow, hard. He wore a fitted black button-down, black slacks, and a silver watch. His hair was purposefully messy. His smile cunning as ever. “This is my good friend, Bailey. Doesn't she look stunning?”
“Oh yes,” Morgan agreed. “I love your shoes.”
“Thanks,” I told her. “Payless. Shoe Source.”
She looked at me as if puzzled. Then, giving Eli a wide smile, she walked away and disappeared into the throw of glittery bodies.
“For the love of God,” I exhaled heavily, relieved. I could hear Eli chuckle under his breath. “Could I just have some cake, please?”
He laughed louder, almost adoringly. As if he were charmed, and maybe he was. He left, returned with a big slice, and I happily accepted.
“I gave you a slice of the tip,” he told me. “I wasn't sure if you were ready for the shaft, or into balls.”
“I appreciate your consideration,” I dug in, shoving a large spoonful into my mouth while the eyes of a hundred former Miss-Carson-Cities studied me like I was anything but a human woman. “But it's all cake to me.”






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Mya Oh is an author, mother, and amateur baker. Rated-XXX is her debut novel.

When not writing, she enjoys spending time exploring the woods of her rural town. She currently resides on the East Coast with her husband, two sons, and ginger tabby cat.


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Securing It All by Livia Grant #Release Blitz

 




Title: Securing It All
Series: The Punishment Pit #2
Author: Livia Grant
Genre: Contemporary BDSM Romance
Release Date: September 1, 2020



Blurb

Punishing his wife for her mistakes was the right choice.

Having his best friend handle it definitely wasn’t.

 Choosing dominance should be easy.
But Markus has been torn apart by betrayal, entangled in dark lies.

His and hers. A matching set.

Lukus has always been the Master’s Master, 
yet seeing Brianna’s submission has him wanting more.
But she’s forbidden fruit—his best friend’s wife—
and a good man would help them fix this mess.

Everything is a gamble. A game of pain and pleasure.

One that might be too dangerous with all of their futures are at risk.

Will anyone come out a winner or are they all destined to lose at love?







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Markus’s face was beet red as his defensiveness kicked in. “Oh, do tell me, Master Lukus. I don’t recall you being with the same sub for longer than three months at a stretch… ever. So, what the hell makes you some relationship expert?”
Lukus was up on his feet, closing the distance between them in just a few seconds. He grabbed Markus’s shirt and pulled him close. “You listen here. I don’t know jack about being married, but I know everything there is to know about what makes a good Dom. And buddy, I hate to tell you, but you suck at it. You’re truly no better than Jake is and honestly, right this minute, I think Brianna deserves better.”
Markus’s face clouded with anger. “Fuck you, Lukus. In case you haven’t noticed, I’m not her Dom. I’m her husband. There’s a difference.”
“For some people, maybe, but not for men like us, Markus. Brianna needs a Dom. She wants a Dom and you totally let her down.”
Markus shoved Lukus until he had to release his hold on his still seated friend. “That’s bullshit. You should have seen her shake just thinking about what that asshole did to her. Even months later she was still a nervous wreck. We didn’t even have sex for the first two months we dated—which is a lifetime for me. I waited for her to be ready because she was special.”
“Well, finally. Something we can agree upon. She is special. She’s very special.” Lukus’s voice was shaking with emotion that even a stranger would pick up on.
Markus’s eyes narrowed at his friend’s words. He stumbled to his feet and shouted in his friend’s face. “What the hell? Did you fuck my wife?”






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USA Today bestselling author Livia Grant lives in Chicago with her husband and furry rescue dog named Max. She is fortunate to have been able to travel extensively and as much as she loves to visit places around the globe, the Midwest and its changing seasons will always be home. Livia's readers appreciate her riveting stories filled with deep, character driven plots, often spiced with elements of BDSM.


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Overcast by Hazel Grace #Release Blitz

 




Title: Overcast
Series: B723 #1
Author: Hazel Grace
Genre: Dark Romance/Suspense
Release Date: September 1, 2020



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The monster hiding in the shadows is real.
He doesn’t have horns or sharp claws, but a deep scowl, piercing hazel eyes, and a bunker deep in the woods equipped for his fantasies to play out like a horror movie.
And it becomes my reality in seconds.
My captor is out for retribution, and he thinks I’m to blame. He believes I’m the evil that shrouded his world and tipped it upside down.
Hate isn’t enough of a word for what he feels for me, and while he terrifies me, I mask my pain as best as I can.
A pointless feat because he feels my discomfort, revels in it.
And yet in the midst of his hell, I can’t seem to miss the way those eyes burn with hunger.
The kind that involves him devouring me with his tongue and teeth.
Emric is the beast in my darkest nightmares.
Until he realized that his reality is a blurred screen of the truth—mine.







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She’s obviously conceived ideas that I’m going to weaken and go easier on her, maybe let her go. The conundrum is that I don’t play with my mark. 
I can imagine it, dream it, eye-fuck it, but I won’t touch it. 






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Hazel Grace is an avid music lover and hardcore Oakland Raiders fan from the mitten state of Michigan. Her writing goals are "what the f*ck" storylines while enjoying her readers private messaging her to cuss her out.


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