zaterdag 17 oktober 2015

Release Blitz ~ Cornish Crusaders MC (South Coast Brothers #2) by Kacey Hamford


Title: Cornish Crusaders MC
Series: South Coast Brothers MC
Author: Kacey Hamford
Release Date: October 17, 2015


‘Heather never expected or wanted the life of an old lady.’

Blade changed that. 

But he left. 

Now Heather has to put on a brave face and move on. Her top priority is the safety of her newborn son. To find that safety she only has one option. The Cornish Crusaders. 

It didn’t take long for Heather to realise the Crusaders were a different breed of bikers. She was expecting history to repeat itself, but after a warm welcome there were no expectations of her, no disrespect and certainly no humiliation. They liked to party and lose themselves in women but when the time comes to defend and protect their club, their girls, their families, the drinks go down and the guns come out.

Just as Heather starts to live her life again old faces bring new danger and new enemies.

With all the secrets, lies and half-truths will Heather ever get to live happily ever after?


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Other books in the series:
Devon Destroyers MC


Heathers life drastically changed when her husband was murdered in front of her. Forced to live and work at the Devon Destroyers MC to pay off her husband’s outstanding debt.
With a baby on the way and no place to go Heather would do anything to survive, even play house with someone potentially dangerous. 

Blade turned enforcer for DDMC to aid his revenge mission; to find and exact retribution on the MC club that killed his wife and daughter and nothing will stop him. But now this overwhelming feeling to protect heather and her baby is confusing him.

Heather never expected or wanted the life of an old lady.

Blade never expected to want another family.

Neither expected to find love but can they make it work?


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About the Author:

Kacey Hamford is a pen name for me (Kelly). I am in my thirties and started this journey in 2014, I love to read romance books about rockstars, so thought I would have a go at writing one myself. I really enjoyed it and got a boost of confidence once my books started selling.
I have gone on to write a young adult series, set in a college. The series is still on going.
I also have an MC series, it was something different for me to write and I enjoyed it so much, especially when I got readers telling me they would love to read books about the sub characters.
I work full time as a dog groomer, I love to read and my friends and family are very important to me. They are all so supportive of my writing career and encourage me to carry on.

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Other books by Kacey Hamford:

Rocking Esme:

Rocking Scarlett:

Rocking Marcy:

Rocking Ashton:

Taking A Chance:

Giving A Chance:

vrijdag 16 oktober 2015

New Series & Preorder Contest ~ The Dirty Billionaire Trilogy by Meghan March

New Series from Meghan March
The Dirty Billionaire Trilogy
Preorder Contest

Dirty Billionaire: Releasing on 12/8

I've got a big dick and an even bigger bank account. That's pretty much where my bio ends.
Honestly, I don't need to say anything else. I've just sold 99% of women on going home with me.
Do I sound like an asshole to you?
That's because I am.
And guess what? It works for me just fine.
Or at least it did.
Until I met her.
Books talk about sparks flying. Fuck that shit. With her, it was like emergency flares mixed with jet fuel. Or maybe just straight up napalm.
Only one problem.
She wouldn't tell me her name or her number when she disappeared from the hotel room after the hottest fucking night of my life.
Now I've had a taste of unicorn pussy—the sweetest, rarest of all pussy—and I need it again.
So what's an asshole to do?
I took this problem to the street. A missed connection gone viral.
And when I find her? I'm keeping her.

Preorder your copy today:

Dirty Pleasures: Releasing on 12/29

I did it. I married a billionaire.

My reasons are my own, but the last thing I expected was to feel owned.

I may have taken vows, but I’m still determined to be me.

Now his rules are taking over my world, but I’m not the kind of girl to just obey.

There’s only one problem: I might actually be falling for him…

I have no idea how this marriage is going to go, but holding onto a piece of myself while succumbing to his dirty pleasures is shaping up to be the ride of a lifetime.


Dirty Together: Releasing on 1/12

My wife.

I love saying those words.

She’s mine, and if she thinks I’m going to let her run without tracking her down and bringing her back to where she belongs—with me—then she’s about to be introduced to a new reality.

Because I’ll fight dirty to give her the happily ever after she deserves.


About Meghan March:

Meghan March has been known to wear camo face paint and tromp around in woods wearing mud-covered boots, all while sporting a perfect manicure. She’s also impulsive, easily entertained, and absolutely unapologetic about the fact that she loves to read and write smut. Her past lives include slinging auto parts, selling lingerie, making custom jewelry, and practicing corporate law. Writing books about dirty talking alpha males and the strong, sassy women who bring them to their knees is by far the most fabulous job she’s ever had. She loves hearing from her readers at

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Contest Alert:

From now until 12/7, Meghan is hosting a HUGE contest full of fantastic prizes!

Prizes include:
$50, $100 and $250 gift cards to Amazon (or online retailer of your choice)
The Beneath Series – Signed copies
Early Review Copies of The Dirty Billionaire Trilogy
Signed copies of The Dirty Billionaire Trilogy (when available)
And more surprises…

To enter – simply preorder your copy of the Trilogy and then fill out this form:


Cover Reveal ~ My Screwed Up Life by J.L. Ostle


Cover Reveal
Title: My Screwed Up Life
Author: J.L. Ostle
Genre: New Adult Contemporary Romance
Release Date: October 24, 2015


"This story is about growing up with life throwing everything it has at you." I slept with two men. I don’t mean I slept with one then went to the other. I literally slept with two men at the same time. Now though, I know I need to choose one, or let them both go. The funny thing is they were my childhood best friends. Here is my story. I was a well adjusted thirteen year old, to an angry, horny sixteen year old who loves a little control in the bedroom. After some crappy circumstances I finally grew up and took control of my life. I am now eighteen years old and ready to have a fresh start at UCLA. Who do I meet though? The boys that were my world as a kid. They were my obsession without me even realising it. We are now older, years have gone by. We have changed, and they offer me something I don't think I can say no to. Them.

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  J.L. Ostle was born in Antrim, Northern Ireland, now living in Carlisle, England. J.L. Ostle is a full time mother looking after her cute, active little boy. When she she hasn't got her head stuck in a book or writing, she's watching movies, or doing activities with her friends and their children.


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 A Simple Change

 The Hardest of Changes



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donderdag 15 oktober 2015

Blog Tour ~ Heat: A Soldiers of Fortune Romance by Aubrey Irons

A Soldiers of Fortune Romance
Aubrey Irons

Genre: Contemporary Romance, Military Romance,
New Adult Romance, Billionaire Romance,
Alpha Male, Bad-Boy

Date of Publication: 8/11/15


Number of pages: 237 (kindle)
Word Count: 58,000

Cover Artist: Aubrey Irons

Book Description:

Five years ago, that cocky, egotistical a**hole played me like a fool and broke my heart.

Hudson Banks; the dominant, tattooed, womanizing, ex-Marine-turned-billionaire who runs God-knows-what at my late father’s company.

Oh, and he’s sexy as all f**k, and he damn well knows it.

He’s like a gasoline fire; a scorchingly hot disaster, and if I’m not careful, I’m going to get burned.

I’m on track to be the youngest New York State Senator ever elected; the bright, gutsy, good-girl media darling. Except my campaign funding just went dry, and it looks like the only solution is coming from the last person on Earth I’d ever want to take anything from. Oh, and it turns out bad-boy, tough-guy Hudson will be shadowing me 24/7 after he makes it clear that he’s in charge of "protecting the investment".

Yeah, just perfect; a reckless, irresistible d*ck like Hudson Banks is the last person I need being “in charge” of anything to do with me.

Especially when I still can’t forget the taste of his lips or the feeling of that massive hardness I know he’s packing between his legs. It’s not fair that he’s even hotter now than he was back then. It’s not fair that those smoldering, arrogant eyes and that cocky, panty-melting grin still make me warm in places they shouldn’t. And it’s definitely not fair that five years later, I still can’t get him out of my head.

So it looks like I’ve got two races on my hands: the one for election, and the one against the burning heat threatening to tear us both apart. But on the sprint to the finish line, what happens when the man who has everything comes up against the one thing he can’t have?

**This is a standalone, HEA novel**

Available at Amazon


My heart is pounding as I slam the door shut to my room. I’m pacing the floor, the blood roaring in my ears and hot across my face as I bring one of my fingers to my lips and chew at the cuticle; a habit I’ve been trying to kick since I was a kid. Shit; I just walked in on Hudson totally naked with those absolutely insane abs, those grooved muscles of his hips and that holy-fucking-shit HUGE cock. I can feel the blush bloom hotter through my face as I think of that particular part of him again; the part that had me staring and frozen like I was under a spell of some kind. It’s the part of him that has me wetter than I’ve ever been as the mental image of it sears itself into my brain.

I’m used to living alone, but I can’t believe I just barged in through a closed bathroom door. And I stayed! Why on earth hadn’t I just turned on my heal and bolted as soon s I’d seen him, instead of staring at him and his- his cock like I was some sort of sex-starved, tongue-tied weirdo! And what was I thinking letting him get that close to me, so close that I actually felt him against my thigh like that.

Say the word, Reagan’

My breath comes shaking as the desire floods through me, and I stop pacing to lean my forehead against the door. I have no idea where I possibly found the ability to say no, and as I feel my pulse throbbing in my ears and between my legs, I almost wish I could go back in time and try a different answer.


The knock at my door makes me jump, makes my heart leap into my throat; “Go away, Hudson.” I croak out. It takes every ounce of my control to keep my voice level and not betray the quaver I’m trying so hard to contain; “And learn to lock the damn door!”

I can hear him growl in the hallway; “Will you just open this one and we can ta-“

There’s nothing to talk about.” My eyes are clenched tightly, my fingers digging into my palms as I chew at my lip, not sure if I want to will him to walk away or break the door down and take me right here and now. I can hear him swear under his breath on the other side of the door and then I jump at the sound of a palm slamming flat against the doorframe.

Damnit, Reagan, open-“

There’s nothing to talk about, Hudson.” I saw quietly; “Just lock the door next time.”

Please don’t ask me to open this door again or I know I will, I think, chewing at my lip with my eyes closed tight. I’m so close to the edge that I know if he asks me again there’s no way I’ll be able to say no. I clench my eyes closed even tighter, feeling my body shiver with desire and feeling the heat pulsing between my legs. Please, ask me-

The door to the guest room slamming shut down the hallway makes me jump, and I let my breath out suddenly, realizing I’ve been holding it. I count to three, and then ten, and then fifty before I open my door. I poke my head out to see that the hallways is clear, before I slip out and pad barefoot to the bathroom.

It’s still steamy in here from him, though I guess he never got a chance to take a shower before I barged in. There’s a bottle of aftershave lying on the sink next to a razor, and before I can stop myself, I’m holding the bottle to my nose and smelling his scent; letting it fill my senses as the steam of the room swirls around me. His aftershave hasn’t changed, and the smell instantly has me back there, back where we came so close. His hands are on me again, pushing me against the stone behind us as he kisses me; his hardness pressing hotly against my thigh through his pants.

I blush crimson, knowing that as of seven minutes ago, I know exactly what that hardness looks like.

I shake my head to clear it as I reach to turn on the water, trying to shake him out of my thoughts. The aftershave hasn’t changed, and as much as I want to think the man who wears it has with this whole new sober, healthy, helpful and positive Hudson, I know it’s just a new facade. People don’t change, not like that.

But when I step under the hot spray of the water, he’s still in my head; all of him. And as much as I want him gone from my thoughts, as the water teases electrically over my skin, the vivid image of his rock-hard body and his big cock standing a foot away from where I stand now invade every corner of my brain. I’m wet; far wetter than I’d be just from standing under a shower head, and before I can stop it, I’m pushing my hands down over my hips and over my stomach, and sliding them lower. My fingers roll over my aching clit, making me gasp quietly as I lean my forehead against the tile wall. A moan as soft as the steam rising around me escapes my lips as I rub myself there, picturing Hudson standing hot and ripped and naked right in front of me, so close that I can feel the heat from his body, and then closer still as I feel the throbbing heat of his erection press against my thigh. I picture myself letting him go further then, instead of pushing him away like I did. His mouth is on mine, sliding down to suck one of my nipples into his mouth before he slides lower still until he’s sliding his tongue deep into my wetness as I buck against his mouth. I moan again, louder this time as I slide a finger over my entrance and push it inside. I’m squeezing my eyes shut tight, already feeling myself start to tumble as I rock my hips to grind my clit against the palm of my hand as I picture Hudson wrapping my legs around his muscled waist and sliding that big, hard-

The bathroom door slams open; “Is my toothbrush-“

Hudson!” But its not a cry of anger or shock, or even surprise; its me crying out his name as I come. And gasping out his name as my body begins to shatter pushes me tumbling over that sweet edge as my climax explodes through me.

I- uh-“ His voice is choked, and as I look up through the semi-frosted clear shower curtain, I see him staring at me as he backs out of the room; “Sorry.”

The door shuts, and I slump against the wall, feeling like I want to turn to liquid and let the water pelting down on top of me carry me right down the drain along with it.

It’s a frosted shower curtain, so- no, there’s no way-

The water and the steam swirl around me as I slide to my knees in the tub and curl my legs up to my chin as I rock myself. He couldn’t have; God he couldn't have.

About the Author: 

Aubrey Irons enjoys writing about bold, sassy, and intelligent women and the hot, cocky, and quite typically forbidden alpha males who love and lust for them; gripping stories, happy endings, and enough heat to keep things extra steamy!

In the real world, Aubrey is kept plenty entertained by her own tattooed Marine husband, their precocious and adorable three year old, and one very ill-behaved puppy.

Cover Reveal ~ Club Alpha by Marata Eros

Club Alpha by Marata Eros
Publication date: November 19th 2015
Genres: Adult, Psychological Thriller, Romance


Would you pay fifty million for your soul mate?”
Francisco “Paco” Castillo is a bilingual billionaire with unconventional ideas about love, sex and possession. He believes there is no other half to make him whole. Paco dreams of experimenting with a dangerous reality not of his own making. Club Alpha owner, Zaire Sebastian, can make Paco’s vision a reality—for a price.

Greta Dahlem is an extreme sports executive whose ambition masks a terrible secret. When her mentor Gia Township, sponsors her as a player in Club Alpha, Greta’s unsure she can survive the inherent risk of the game Zaire weaves. But in her heart, Greta yearns for a man who will complete her, and erase the brutal tragedy of two years ago.

As the fantasy progresses, Greta comes to realize she is the loose string in a plot of murder and deception that begins to unravel. Without knowing who to trust, Greta must decide between two men. When the three are thrown together, the lines of reality and fantasy blur.

Is there any way for her to know what is real?

Cliff-hanger free
Standalone novel

A dark romantic psychological thriller of suspense.


Marata Eros (a pen name for Tamara Rose Blodgett), is the NEW YORK TIMES and USA TODAY bestselling author of A Terrible Love. Marata has more than thirty-five titles in multiple genres including Dark Fantasy, Dark Romance as well as her highly successful Dark Erotica series.

Marata lives in South Dakota with her husband, children and fur kids. She is an ardent reader of many genres. Tamara enjoys interacting with her readers via Twitter, blog and newsletter as often as possible. Please stop by and say hi :)

Twitter: @MarataEros

Release Blitz ~ LONG SHOT by Lexi Whitlow


Release Blitz
Title: Long Shot
Author: Lexi Whitlow
Release Date: October 15, 2015
Cover Designer: Cormar Covers 



Long Shot tells the story of underground MMA champion Josh McRae, and the girl he fell for years ago--his stepsister, Dr. Natalie Shaw. In his eyes, she's the smart, sexy, cunning country girl he could never have. That's why he kissed her on the night after her father's funeral. And that's why he left right after for a drunken night on the beach and never came back to explain himself. As much as Josh "Long Shot" McRae secretly adores Natalie, she hates him and everything he stands for. And hell, she hates him worst of all because he broke her heart right before she left for medical school. Now she's back in her small island town, and she hasn't seen or heard from Josh in three years. She assumes he's been fighting, fucking, and drinking--the things he best at. And she ain't trying to get in touch, even though she knows he's only ten miles away on the peninsula. When he shows up on her doorstep one night with a dislocated shoulder, a cut that goes down to the bone, and a look on his face like he wants to take a bite out of her... she can't just turn him away, can she? Nat and Josh end up in a whirlwind romance--and an adventure--that neither of them ever planned for. But maybe it's just the kind of long shot that they both need.





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Lexi Whitlow is a small-town girl from Virginia. She spent her early years growing up between Virginia and North Carolina, playing in the dark rich dirt of Eastern North Carolina at her granddaddy's farm. She's a Southern girl at heart, and she spends her days chasing her five-year-old and writing her ass off. She holds a master's degree in English literature, and her mom is so proud she's "using her degree." (Her mom is actually very proud, but she's not allowed to read any of Lexi's books.) Lexi harbors a not-so-secret love for bad boys. She loves fighters, tough-as-nails cowboys, bikers, and criminals. Her husband is a scientist... but he has the heart of a bad boy for sure.
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woensdag 14 oktober 2015

Release Blitz ~ Raven's Cove by Claire C. Riley

Twisted Magic 
Raven’s Cove Series
Book One

It’s a darkness that doesn’t want to let go...
After being banished from her coven five years ago, Sarah vowed to stay away from black magic forever and instead tried to embrace the life of a white witch. However, now a family death has brought her back to her hometown of Raven’s Cove, and the good little witch is in line to inherit a powerful gift.
Peter is invisible. Voiceless. Imprisoned in the little cottage in the woods with no way out, waiting for the day that someone will set him free, even as his hope fades. He comes from a coven of white witches, yet was always tempted by the power of dark magic.
Sarah and Peter find themselves drawn together, and they soon learn that to escape the dark magic that controls them, they must first learn to embrace it.
Because the only way to rise out of the ashes is to first burn everything down to the ground.

Buy links 

Amzon US * Amazon UK


I wrapped the blanket tighter around my shoulders. My body was still shivering from the rain and my coven’s abrupt entrance back into my life. At least I knew where I stood with them now—there was no guessing involved. Mother was in control now, and she was not happy to have me back. I hadn’t thought she would be, or that I would be accepted by my coven, and yet the facts still stung.
I gritted my teeth to stop them from chattering and knelt down on the floor before reaching over to throw another log into the fire. A scratching sound behind me had my nerves prickling with worry. I turned swiftly, magic automatically teasing at my fingertips, but only came face to face with Whisky—Grandmother’s gray and white cat.
She jumped onto the back of the sofa and made her way slowly toward me. She was a miserable and untrusting animal, but who could blame her after all she had seen over the years.
However, she loved to be petted, and I reached out and scooped her up off the sofa and pulled her onto my lap on the floor. She clawed at me and meowed loudly until I began to stroke over her head and ears. I smoothed down her soft fur and her fighting immediately ceased and her cries turned to purrs. It had probably been weeks since anyone had shown her any affection. My own mother certainly wouldn’t have made any effort to come in and check on her.
Whisky rubbed her face against me, purring loudly as I petted her, showering her with my affection—affection that we both probably needed. I had loved this wretched old cat when I was growing up, despite her zero tolerance toward children. Seeing her again, petting her, was the best homecoming I could have had given the circumstances, and I smiled down into her face. But instead of another purr, she hissed and wriggled out of my arms before jumping from my lap and back on to the sofa
I turned to grab her again, but instead my gaze fell to a man.
I gasped loudly and Whisky scratched my hand, forcing me to pull it back. She then strutted off toward the kitchen with a flick of her long tail.
The man leaned against another dresser that stood along the back wall and was filled with yet more of Grandmother’s teacups and pottery. His arms were crossed over his chest, and his short blond hair was hanging a little too long around his ears. He was looking me, his face blank of emotions.
I watched him and he watched me, our gazes grazing over one another until they met somewhere in the middle and collided. He stood up straight, his nostrils flaring while his eyes flashed with a deep intensity. His stare was penetrating, seeing right through to my very core, yet his expression remained unreadable.
Who are you?” I whispered out, fear clutching at my throat.
Mother, was all I could think. Mother had sent him for me. I tried to contain the slight tremble in my hands, and I gritted my teeth in defiance. I didn’t know how he had gotten in—I thought I had protected myself and the house against her. Regardless, there he was.
His jaw hung slack and his handsome face looked to be drowning with relief. His knees buckled and seemed to give way beneath him, and he stumbled forward a step until he was almost clutching the back of the sofa to keep himself upright. And the entire time, his eyes never left mine. I swallowed, my nerve endings trembling with tension.
I stood up, my hands curling into small fists. “I said, who are you? And what are you doing here?” I kept my voice steady, showing more calm than I truly felt.
Finally, he took a step toward me. “She can see me,” he mumbled, more to himself than me. His voice was soft yet hard and I frowned, not sure what to say to that. Because yes, I could see him, but I didn’t understand why he seemed surprised by it.


Claire C. Riley is a USA Today and International bestselling author. She is also a bestselling British horror writer. Her work is best described as the modernization of classic, old-school horror. She fuses multi-genre elements to develop storylines that pay homage to cult classics while still feeling fresh and cutting edge. She writes characters that are realistic, and kills them without mercy. Claire lives in the United Kingdom with her husband, three daughters, and one scruffy dog.

Author of:

Odium The Dead Saga Series,

Odium Origins Series,

Limerence (The Obsession Series)

Thicker than Blood series,

& Shut Up & Kiss me,

Plus much more.
Contact Links:

Website * Facebook * TSU * Twitter * G+

She writes characters that are realistic and then kills them without mercy’ 
Eli Constant author of Z-Children, Dead Trees, Mastic and much more.