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Monday, September 25, 2017

Looking for your next audiobook? Don't miss out on Layla Hagen's Bennett Family series, available on audio now!

About YOUR IRRESISTIBLE LOVE Sebastian Bennett is a determined man. It's the secret behind the business empire he built from scratch. Under his rule, Bennett Enterprises dominates the jewelry industry. Despite being ruthless in his work, family comes first for Sebastian, and he'd do anything for his parents and eight siblings - even if they drive him crazy sometimes...like when they keep nagging him to get married already. Sebastian doesn't believe in love, until he brings in external marketing consultant Ava to oversee the next collection launch. She's beautiful, funny, and just as stubborn as he is. Not only is he obsessed with her delicious curves, but he also finds himself willing to do anything to make her smile. Ava Lindt has one job to do at Bennett Enterprises: make the next collection launch unforgettable. Daydreaming about the hot CEO is definitely not on her to-do list. Besides, the consultancy she works for has a strict policy - no fraternizing with clients. She won't risk her job. But soon their sizzling chemistry spirals into a deep connection that takes both of them by surprise....  

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About Layla Hagen

Layla Hagen is a USA Today bestselling author of contemporary romance.

She fell in love with books when she was nine years old, and her love affair with stories continues even now, many years later.

She writes steamy and romantic stories and can’t wait to share them with the world.

She is represented by fabulous Louise Fury (The Bent Agency)

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Today we have the blog tour for Birthday Girl by Lily Kate! Check it out and grab your copy today!

Title: Birthday Girl

Author: Lily Kate

Genre: Contemporary Romance

About Birthday Girl:

Good things come in extra-large, smoking hot birthday suits. Bad boy Cohen James has screwed up yet again. Star forward of Minnesota’s pro hockey team, Cohen’s made a name for himself—and not in a good way. So, at the insistence of his agent, he’s stuck volunteering at the local YMCA teaching introductory adult swim lessons for ten weeks. Ten weeks of torture. What he doesn’t expect is her. Annie Plymouth, star pupil. Her ruffled green bathing suit might be the most ridiculous thing he’s ever seen, but after a few heated breaststroke lessons and some intense mouth to mouth, Cohen’s ready to get her out of the water and into her birthday suit… except she has a different game plan. Is the pair destined to sink… or can they swim?

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USA TODAY bestselling author Lily Kate works a pretttttty boring day job and writes books filled with heat, heart, and humor by night. Her debut novel, Delivery Girl, landed instantly on the USA TODAY list, thanks to all of her fabulous readers! :) When she’s not writing books, you may find her watching Christmas movies before Thanksgiving, eating whipped cream from the can, or hanging out with her family.  

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Show Me the Way

The first stand-alone novel in A.L. Jackson's brand-new Fight for Me series...

Coming October 2nd

"This book is absolutely perfect.” - Corinne Michaels, New York Times Bestselling Author

 
The first sexy, captivating, stand-alone novel in the brand-new FIGHT FOR ME series from NYT & USA Today Bestselling Author A.L. Jackson . . .
 
Rex Gunner. As bitter as he is beautiful.
 
The owner of the largest construction company in Gingham Lakes has been burned one too many times. His wife leaving him to raise their daughter was the last blow this single dad could take. The only woman he’ll let into his heart is his little girl.
 
Rynna Dayne. As vulnerable as she is tempting.
 
She ran from Gingham Lakes when she was seventeen. She swore to herself she would never return. Then her grandmother passed away and left her the deed to the diner that she once loved.
 
When Rex meets his new neighbor, he knows he’s in trouble.
 
She’s gorgeous and sweet and everything he can’t trust.
 
Until she becomes the one thing he can’t resist.
 
One kiss sends them tumbling toward ecstasy.
 
But in a town this size, pasts are bound to collide. Caught in a web of lies, betrayal, and disloyalty, Rex must make a choice.
 
Will he hide behind his walls or will he take the chance . . .
 
 
 
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Tension roiled between us. That tether pulled taut. Drawing us closer. I swallowed around it and reached for the latch. He was quick to open his door, jumping out and rounding to my side before I had time to step out of his massive truck. He helped me down, and his hand scorched where he aided me by holding on to my elbow.
 
“Let me walk you to the door. Last thing I need to be worried about is you here by yourself and some asshole taking advantage of you.”
 
He quirked this belly-flopping grin that pierced me like an arrow. “Unless of course that asshole is me.”
 
He barely angled his head to the side. There was something so endearing and self-deprecating about it. Everything about him right then was at odds with the surly, bear of a man I’d met weeks ago, the man exposing himself, layer by layer.
 
I lifted my chin, both in strength and vulnerability, tossing all the uncertainties and questions out into the open. “Should I be afraid?”
 
“Yeah, you should be.” His response was hard, but there was no missing the fact his irritation was aimed at himself. He set his palm on the small of my back, helping me through the gravel drive in my heels, an inch behind as we ascended the porch steps.
We crossed the planks. That tension wound higher with each step until we were nothing but needy pants at my door. Slowly, I turned around to face him.
 
His presence sent a ripple of energy vibrating across the floorboards, the overwhelming sight of him the owner of my breath.
 
He stood beneath the faint glow of the hurricane lamp that hung outside the door. A sculpture of sinewy muscle and raw strength, forged through years of obvious physical labor. Every inch of him was rugged, from those roughened, callused hands to the crinkles set deep at the edges of his eyes.
 
The man was a carving of pure, daunting beauty.
 
“What exactly am I supposed to be afraid of, Rex?” My brow twisted, and my voice quieted with the admission. “Because when I’m around you, the last thing I feel is afraid.”
 
“I fuck everything up, Rynna, and the only thing I’ve got to offer you is my mess. I can’t do this.”
 
Restraint rumbled in his chest, the sound so deep I felt it shake the ground beneath my feet.
I gently cupped one side of his rugged face. “I’m not afraid.”
 
It was a promise.
 
An appeal.
 
“You should be,” he grated. “Warned you, my shit doesn’t ever end well.”
 
“Maybe that’s a chance I’m willing to take.”
 
He groaned and he planted his hands high above my head. The man panted above me, torn, desperate, his nose just brushing mine. “God damn it, Rynna. God damn it.”
 
I felt the moment he broke. When the thread pulled too tight and this mesmerizing man snapped. His mouth descended on mine.
 
Overpowering.
 
Overwhelming.
 
Dizzying.
 
Lips and tongue and nips of teeth.
 
And those hands. They were on my face. My neck. My waist. Somehow, I managed to hold on to him and spin away as I fumbled with the lock. He pressed against my backside, his cock against my bottom, and his mouth leaving a trail of fire at the side of my neck. We stumbled into the darkness of my house, breaking apart as I turned to face him.
The only light trickled down from the lamp I’d left on upstairs.
 
Slowly, he clicked the door shut behind him. We stood there, two feet away from each other, staring.
 
Chests heaving.
 
Before we collided.
 
A tangle of tongues and bodies.
 
The man frantic, trying to touch me everywhere.
 
“What am I doing? Fuck, what am I doing?” he muttered incoherently, kissing me deeper. Madder. Wilder.
 
I pushed up on my toes and tore my mouth from his so I could kiss down the strong column of his throat. His head thudded back against the door, his entire body pressing against it as if he needed it to keep him standing.
 
He grated my name, and I kept kissing at his throat while I worked free the button on his jeans, hands shaking.
 
Every reservation spun out of control.
 
Out of reach.
 
It was only spurred further when the defined muscles of his abdomen jumped and twitched beneath my touch, when he mumbled, “You’re killing me, Rynna. Fucking killing me.”
Desire rippled from him in heady waves.
 
And I felt so brave and bold, my kisses brazen as I nipped at the hollow of his throat.
Before I could consider it—the ramifications and the repercussions and the distinct threat to my heart—I dropped to my knees.
 
I refused to think of anything but setting him free.
 
Hoping he’d find a little of that freedom in me.
 
 
 

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A.L. Jackson is the New York Times & USA Today Bestselling author of contemporary romance. She writes emotional, sexy, heart-filled stories about boys who usually like to be a little bit bad.
 
Her bestselling series include THE REGRET SERIES, CLOSER TO YOU, and BLEEDING STARS novels. Watch for A.L. Jackson’s upcoming novel, SHOW ME THE WAY, the first stand-alone novel in her brand-new FIGHT FOR ME SERIES.
 
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At a secret masked ball at Yale, Naomi Costa is literally swept off her stiletto-blistered feet by a man with a killer jawline, a perfect body, and an even-better kiss. They bust out of an emergency exit and have axis-shaking sex. He pours whiskey in her belly button and after they run out of condoms, they have to get creative. That kind of sex.

The next day, she learns that he is none other than Dr. Benjamin Beck, a brand new member of the Yale faculty and the hottest thing to happen to academia since… well, ever. She has to take his damned junior seminar to graduate, but it gets worse. He’s also her College Master: her boss, her advisor, her everything. And he’s just moved in, right downstairs.

They can’t stay away from each other. They're either fusion or fission or both. They’re making out in libraries, hiding notes between stones, and sneaking off to nautically themed AirBnbs. Hear that sound? It’s the academic code of ethics going up in flames.

If they're found out, he’ll lose his job and his reputation. She'll lose her scholarship and be forced to return to the life of lobster fishing that she thought she’d escaped.

And they will be found out, yes they will.

So what the hell are they going to do?






















The next thing that happens is a familiar smell. At first, I can’t place it. It’s chemical and yet sweet…

Marker. He’s got a marker. My whole body gives a sudden, excited shake. I think he’s going to write on me. Somewhere, something, his handwriting in ink on my skin.

God, yes, yes, yes. Is that a thing? Writing on skin? Because that’s so hot.

He’s hovering over me. I can feel the mattress depressing on either side of my body, under his knees. “What are you going to write?”

There’s an airy breath. I know he must be smiling. He smiles so much. I love that about him.

“What I want to write is mine on every inch of your skin,”he says. I feel a touch on my arm, and at first I think it’s the marker, but it’s warm and soft. His fingertip. He trails it up my forearm, lingering on the shallow depression above my elbow. “Mine, mine, mine,”he says. “All over you. A thousand times.”

I can see it in my head. Mine everywhere. Big and little. Sloppy and neat. “Please. I’d love that,”I whisper.

“I want to get a jar of ink,”he says. Now his palm is flat on my stomach. “And put my prints all over here.”When he says here, which he says slowly, he slides his fingertips down my abdomen.

All I can do is nod. I have no way to tell him how much I want that.

The mattress squeaks a little as he lowers himself down on me. His weight is heavenly on my legs. The feel of his chinos pressing into my bare skin. The agony of knowing his beautiful cock is right there, not six inches from pressing into me. It drives me right out of my mind.

“But there’s really one word that needs writing first. Before all the rest.”

The words line up in my head like flashcards. Trying to guess. But then I just let it go. Let him do it. Let him take control.

The tip of the marker is cold on my skin. It begins on my right side with a downward stroke.

I, is what I think at first, but then there’s a curve at the top. And a kick-out. R.

Another downwards stroke. I again? Nope. Three right-to-left lines. E.

Oh God, I think I know. Diagonal stroke, and a second. He makes the crossbar just over my belly button with agonizing slowness. A.

I know the word. But I just want to savor every last drop of this. Downward stroke, half circle. D.

Small check mark on my left abdomen, small downward stroke. Y. Already I’m nodding.

“Are you?”he asks.

And I tell him a long stream of Yesses straight through the squiggle and point of a ?

READY?

My hands are in tight fists, my nails pressing into my palms. Whatever he’s going to do to me, if it hurts or teases or pulls or pinches, I want him to do it. All of it. “Ready,”I whisper back.

The next thing I hear is a snapping. Rattling of markers. Another uncapping. Now he’s closer to me. I feel his forearm over the soft skin of mine. This is harder to make out, it’s on my wrist and small. “What does it say?”

He doesn’t answer at first. The little marks continue on my wrist. I hold very still, trying to get a sense of what it could be. “Ben,”I whisper, “Tell me.”

“It’ll drive you crazy not knowing, I’ll bet,”he says when he’s done. I hear him cap the marker shut.

God, yes it will. “You don’t want me distracted.”

His laugh is quiet and smug. I love it. “It says Property of Master Beck.










































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Nicola Rendell writes dirty romantic comedy. She likes a stiff drink and a well-frosted cake. She loves to cook, sew, and play the piano. She realizes that her hobbies might make her sound like an old lady and she’s totally okay with that. She grew up in Taos, New Mexico; after receiving a handful of degrees from a handful of places, she now works as a professor in New England. An Amazon bestseller, her work has been featured in USA Today's Happy Ever After and the Huffington Post. She is represented by Emily Sylvan Kim at the Prospect Agency.

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Mad Love
by Amy Olle
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Prue Lockhart has loved Leo Nolan for as long as she can remember. From the first moment she saw him, through the years he spent fighting overseas, until he returned home, broken and beautiful.
He was always meant to be hers.
He just hasn’t realized it yet.
For the past four years, Leo hasn’t cared enough to want anything from this world, except whiskey—or vodka, or bourbon, or beer. Until he meets her, and suddenly, she’s all he’s ever wanted. But after a murky night together, he wakes up to discover the woman in his bed isn’t merely a pretty girl he picked up at the bar.
She’s his best friend’s little sister.
And she’s in trouble.
But as the failed mission four years ago proves, Leo can’t be the one to help Prue. No matter how delicious the madness that keeps pulling him to her.
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Prue stared at the man standing in her bedroom, wondering where the guy she’d brought home last night had gone.
Sober now, and alert, a hardness clung to him as a cold, inscrutable mask. No passion simmered in his green eyes.
“What’s your name?” He bit out the words.
She wanted to lie, though she didn’t know why. “You know my name.”
“I want to hear you say it.”
“It’s Prue.”
His shock gave way to something else, something darker. The hairs lifted on her arms.
“Prue what?”
“Leo, why are you—?”
“Your last name,” he snapped. “What. Is. It?”
“L-Lockhart.”
A nasty curse shot from him.
Alarm drove her to her feet. “Leo, what is going on?”
The words died in her throat when his gaze raked boldly over her body, zeroing in on all the places her flimsy sleepshirt didn’t provide cover. Her heart performed a series of perilous flips.
“You’re Owen’s kid sister?”
She blinked at him. “You know I am.”
“What are you talking about? I have no idea who you are.”
“Of course, you do. We’ve met before. Several times.” She spoke around the sand filling her mouth.
“When?”
“When you came home with Owen on your first leave, and at your graduation—”
“That was ten years ago.” He drove a hand through his hair and tugged at the ends.
“It was eight.”
“How in the hell am I supposed to remember something that happened eight years ago? Hell, I don’t even remember what happened last night.”
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“I don’t want to hurt you,” he said thickly.
“You can’t.” A smile found its way to her lips. “But if it makes you feel better, we’ll use a safe word.”
His brows slammed together. “What now?”
“You know, like they do in the sex clubs. A safe word. Like banana or Oklahoma.”
His rusty laugh carried on the night air. “Holy shit, this is the most fucked-up conversation I’ve ever had sober.”
Her laughter mingled with his. “Have I managed to convince you yet?”
“I don’t know what’s happening. I just keep hearing the word sex and everything else is a drone.”
“Okay, then hear this: Leo, I want you. For sex, not marriage. Maybe friendship, but that’s probably a slippery slope. When this is over, we’ll go our separate ways, as if we never met. What do you think?”
He snagged the zipper of her sweatshirt and tugged her to him. “I think I’m in trouble.”
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Amy Olle is a USA Today Bestselling Author of sexy contemporary romances filled with charmingly flawed characters and cozy settings. Her debut novel, Beautiful Ruin, is the first book in a series about five Irish-born brothers sent as children to live with family on a remote island in northern Michigan. She is delighted to put her Psychology degrees to good use writing romance.
Amy lives in Michigan with her long-suffering husband, brilliant son, and (female) turtle named George.
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SBPRBanner-The QueeN-BT.jpgThe Queen, the stunning conclusion of the Masterpiece Duet from Skye Warren is available NOW!

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The Queen by Skye Warren

Publishing Date: September 19th, 2017

Genre: Contemporary Romance

THE FINAL BOOK IN THE MASTERPIECE DUET

I have one chance at a new life. A college education. A future outside of Tanglewood's dark walls. For a breathless moment it seems like I might actually escape.

Then I get a phone call from home.

Damon Scott is my own personal dragon, the fight I've always lost, the secret hope of my heart. And he needs my help right now. Only my mind can solve the puzzle of his long-lost sister. Only my presence can keep him sane as the city fights against him.

Only my heart can unlock a man with such a tragic past.

This is my final gamble, with everything at stake. One last game to win a future for both of us.

And a love strong enough to break the city apart.

THE QUEEN is the final novel in the bestselling Masterpiece duet, about a game of lies and loyalty, of betrayal and power, and ascension to the city's throne.

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“I’m looking for my dad. He works for you.” That earns me a small smile, his lids low. “He does more than work for me. Does he tell you about his day when he calls me? About threatening people for money? About following through?” Acid burns my throat, because Daddy never mentions that. And I’m not naΓ―ve enough to think it hasn’t happened. When I’m in at one of the best colleges in the country, while I live in that dreamworld of numbers and Greek symbols, he’s doing dirty work for a dangerous criminal king. “So where is he now?” An indolent shrug of one shoulder. “I haven’t seen him. Though I did hear through the grapevine that he started gambling again.” He makes a tsk sound. “That’s never a good thing. Once debts start to pile up, how can I trust him to be loyal? I can’t.” My blood runs cold. “Did you do something to him?” “Let’s be clear, sweetheart. Whatever happened to him, he did it to himself.” The cold silver of his eyes tells me Damon’s conscious would not ache for even one second over my father’s death. “You asshole,” I hiss, unable to hide my anger any longer. A man steps forward, someone I’ve never seen before. He’s wearing a suit that’s been undone in most of the ways it can be, rumpled and pushed aside. I barely have time to register his aggression, his instinctive response to my insult. How does a man obtain that kind of blind loyalty? The man reaches for me, his fingers brushing my wrist. That’s how close he gets before everything shatters. Damon moves so fast he’s a blur. When he stills, he has the man pressed against the wall, arm twisted at a strange angle. “No one touches her.” Damon’s voice is quiet but it carries through the crowded hall. A rustle moves through the crowd, half awareness, half movement. The way they look at me has changes, the hostility faded away, replaced by something else. Maybe deference. Or fear. I’m under Damon Scott’s protection now. SBPR-SW-TQ-AN

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