Thursday, 23 November 2017

Blog Tour and Excerpt | Spirited Away by Mary Billiter | #BlogTour #RomanticSuspense #Excerpt



Title: Spirited Away
Author: Mary Billiter
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release Date: 31 October 2017

 

What happens when the legend of the old west becomes the new reality? In Mary Billiter’s fun novel of investigating the unknown and navigating love, a drop-dead sexy cop and a fiery redhead are linked by a mysterious haunting and the unsolved crime of passion behind it all.

When Reese Pemberton relocates from the Golden State to the Cowboy State for a corporate promotion, she discovers a different state of mind. From the hustle and bustle mayhem of the Bay Area to the slow and easy meanderings of Wyoming, Reese welcomes the change in pace as the hotel’s new general manager. However, she shuts the door on the notion that her hotel is haunted.

But when a series of mishaps introduces the fiery redhead to the hotel’s legendary cowboy ghost, she begins to question the events surrounding his demise.

Reese and Cheyenne police detective Cody Pring join forces to put to rest the spirit that haunts the hotel. In the process, they discover long-buried secrets. Can the two solve a decades-old mystery or are some things better left with the dead?




When I locked gazes with her, her hazel eyes looked a little sleepy. I knew she wasn’t ready for a nap, but she was ready for bed. She had a restful, dreamy look about her that craved naked escapism, and I wasn’t about to disappoint.
I carefully tore apart the two Velcro straps that held her knee brace in place. The brace fell to the floor and her fishnet-covered knee bent toward me. It wasn’t as badly swollen as before. Still, I gently massaged it as my hand slowly made its way along the inside of her thigh.
I stopped short and raised my brows. “Are you wearing a garter?”
She gazed downward at me through her long, dark lashes. Her come-hither look sent a signal straight to my cock, which pulsed hard.
She slowly inched off her skirt, and beneath the lace was more lace. Sexy. Red silky straps held her fishnet stockings attached to a high-waist, lacy, scallop-edged garter. A tiny pair of panties barely covered her patch. I couldn’t tell if she had hardwood, full carpet, or a landing strip. I was hoping for hardwood. Something about a naked pussy drove me nuts. My hand reached behind her and dug into her fleshy ass.
“A thong and garter. You’re the best-kept secret at this hotel.”
The corners of her mouth turned upward into a beautiful smile. “Thank you, Private. And perhaps you could help?” She turned, revealing the back of her corset. A row of tiny buttons traced her spine. I slowly began unbuttoning her. When the final button was unfastened, she turned back to me and slowly pulled away the corset.
Her breasts were instantly exposed. Plump breasts with erect cherry-red nipples were cradled on the cups of her bra. She slowly stood, and in a garter and thong, with full, supple breasts poking out, everything about her teased and tantalized. She looked like a showgirl. She pushed off my jacket and slid her hands beneath my T-shirt, feeling my chest. Her hand warmed me. I pulled off my T-shirt, and she pressed her tits against me.
I held her plump ass and slowly slid my finger along the thong that rode between her cheeks. Her body responded, and she wrapped her leg around mine and pressed into me. My cock rose to meet her. I unhooked my gun belt and laid it on the table beside the couch. She fumbled with the button on my wool pants. I held her wrist, unhooked my pants with one hand, and let them fall as far as they would. My cock stopped most of the progress. I released her and bent down to unbuckle my boots and toss them aside. My pants fell to the floor, and I kicked them off. But before I could straighten, her red heel rose and planted itself on my thigh. She gently pressed into me, and my desire heightened. As I knelt with my arms stretched toward her, I felt like Atlas, and she was my world.
I didn’t know what it was about this redhead, but being with her didn’t feel like I was running away. It actually felt like I was running toward something. But I had to be sure.
“I don’t want just a random hookup.” The words blurted from my mouth.
She gazed down at me and grinned. “Private Pring, is that all you think this is?”
With her heel pressed into my thigh, I wanted nothing more than to get things going and going good, but something inside me wasn’t convinced. “I don’t know what this is.”
Her eyes softened. “Cody, I usually don’t do this.” She paused. “But I also usually don’t get slammed into by a bar door while I’m jogging, and then get stuck in a boiler room in the same night—and rescued by the same man.”
I felt my face burn with a mixture of embarrassment and pride.
“So, this is new for me too,” she said. “But I thought it was time to break free, have some fun, and you were my first choice.” She giggled. “Truth be told, you were my only choice, so I’m really glad you didn’t refuse me my whimsy.”
“Refuse you? Reese, I could live to be a hundred and I wouldn’t be able to refuse you anything.”
I couldn’t tell if she was shocked in a good or bad way. I opted to shut up, change gears, and nibble on the inside of her thigh while my tongue trailed toward her clit. Heat radiated off her panties when I pushed the silky material aside and tongued her. A small strip of hair made me glad she hadn’t shaved it off. Her hands grabbed the sides of my head and pressed my mouth further into her. The way her lips swelled and the juice flowed so readily was primal. It was a signal to my cock that she wasn’t just ready for me, she wanted me.
But I wasn’t ready. Not until I heard the sweet echo of her orgasm. My tongue did a tango against her clit, moving it back and forth, backing off, and before I gently charged toward it, I reached up and tautly held her nipple. She gasped and then pressed her clit toward my lips. I watched her reaction as I suckled on it. Her mouth opened like she was about to roar. And when I ran my tongue along her swollen lips and dipped inside her sweet wetness, the sound she emitted was raw, primitive, and sexier than anything I’d ever heard.
“Yes. Right. There.”
My hand remained clamped on her nipple, and my tongue continued to play hide-and-seek with her clit. I’d rush it, then back off, then rush it again. It was a pace that sent her to a fevered pitch of euphoria.
“Oh my God,” she cried.
She threw her head back and sweat beaded between her breasts, but I didn’t stop. I wouldn’t, not until she had another orgasm. There was nothing composed about me or what I was doing. I operated from lust, passion, and point of climax. I wanted her to have an eyes-open, screaming orgasm she’d never forget.
I had less than thirty minutes, and I wanted to taste and feel every part of her. I released her nipple, looped my arm under knee, and turned her around.
“Kneel. I mean, if you can.”
“Oh, I can,” she said. And from the look in her eyes, I knew, bum knee or not, she was more than game for adventure.
I brought her arms up and placed them against the wall while she knelt on the couch. I spread her legs apart and frisked every curve, dip, and crevice of her body with my hands. I pressed my shoulder into her back as my hand felt along the seam of her fishnet stockings that stopped short of her ass. I grabbed my Leatherman tool from my belt, flipped it open, and placed the blade against the side of her panty and cut. I did the same with the other side, and her panties dropped between us on the couch. Her red lace garter belt hugged her waist, and nothing stood in my way of what I desired most.
I knelt on the floor in front of the couch and slowly licked her cheeks. Her body tensed. I repeated, increasing my rhythm until she surrendered to the sensation of my tongue on her sensitive skin. I parted her ass and buried my mouth inside her while my finger reached beneath her and fingered her. She dripped with wetness that I slathered on the shaft of my cock.
“Condoms. Where are they?” I kept my tone sharp and direct, and she responded by pointing toward the side table. I opened the drawer, and a large box of Magnum condoms was tucked inside. I grabbed a packet, ripped it open with my teeth, and placed it on my cock.
I stood behind her and placed the tip of my cock between her legs. When she didn’t stop me and instead pushed against me, I moved toward her wetness. 
Her hands remained pressed against the wall, and I remained pressed against the edge of entry.
“Am I hurting you?”
She looked over her shoulder, and her eyes were dark with desire. “Fuck me.”
Despite her command and her groans that filled the room, I slowly moved my cock toward her pussy. There was a moment when I either had to push forward or back off.
She turned again, and this time her eyes flashed and her tone was sharp. “Private, are you man enough to fuck me, or do I need to get someone else to do the job for you?”
“No, ma’am.” My response was instinctive to her authority. I wasn’t in charge. Who am I kidding? I may have the cock, but she directed every move I made. And the more she dominated the situation, the more I thought I wanted her to.
“Okay then, Private, take your big cock and fuck me—hard. And if by some miracle you don’t prematurely lose your load, then you can fuck me again. Understood?”
My cock throbbed, and it was a miracle I hadn’t lost my load. Still, I took my time entering her, and as soon as I did, I had to slow my roll or I’d lose it altogether. But she didn’t know slow. She rocked back and forth against my cock.
I had to take charge or face humiliation. I grabbed her hips, thrust into her, and took control. She cooed and practically purred.
“That’s right.”
I moved in and out of her with a burning desire only she could quench. Her cries filled the room. I pulled out and flipped her around so her breasts faced me.
“I want your tits. Your big nipples.” I tugged on one with my teeth, pulling it to the pressure point and then backing off. Taking her to the tipping point was tested when she mounted me. She hopped on my cock, held onto my shoulders, wrapped her legs around me, and rode me like a rented mule. With her nipple between my teeth and her other breast bouncing, she made me feel like a man. And when I was with Reese, I wanted to be that guy. That guy who did the right thing and was man enough to let down his guard so a beautiful woman like this felt safe and secure to open herself to me.  My cock slid in and out of her wetness. I released her nipple and looked at her.
“I’m not sure how much longer I can last,” I said.
The corners of her mouth drooped slightly downward—not a full-on pout, but enough to mimic a frown and inspire me to get a grip. The woman was insatiable. Or maybe she hadn’t ever been properly fucked. Either way, I had to cowboy up and fuck her proper.
But when her breasts continued to bounce, teasing me, taunting me, and her pussy maintained a tight choke hold around my cock, I wasn’t sure I’d last. Everything about her was a perfect fit. I wanted to last forever, but I’d settle for lasting another five minutes.
“I’m sorry you can’t last,” she said. “I thought I picked a man—not a boy.”
She’s good. Her jibe spurred me and hardened my cock until I thought my foreskin would tear. Her nails dug into my shoulders, and her stockinged legs wrapped around my waist. I nipped her nipple with my teeth, and she screamed with delight.
“Hell yes, Private. More. Now!”
I pinched her other nipple and gave a little nip to her tit. I quickly discovered Reese liked a little bit of pain with her pleasure. And as long as I didn’t draw blood, I was down. In turn, her heels dug into my ass, and together the pleasure and pain were in sync. Big time.
Her mouth found mine, and the tip of her tongue played with me, and I imagined it on the head of my cock. This beautiful redhead was driving me crazy with pleasure.
She ground hard on me. Her sexuality was as open as her passion that knew no bounds.
“Cody.”
It was the first time she called my name.
“I want you,” she cooed.
Her voice was a soft directive to my heart. Her desire for pleasure and for me to be in charge brought out my best. I leaned into her, burrowing my cock into her slippery, swollen pussy. She arched, and I held the small of her back. She screamed, and warmth oozed over my cock. That’s three. I no longer had to wait.
“I’ll teach you to sass me.” I pulled out and turned her around. “Grab the back of the couch, spread your legs, and shut. The. Fuck. Up.”
My cock had a full load ready to discharge. I slowly slipped into her pussy, and the tightness from entering her from behind was beyond my ability to maintain control. But I grabbed her hips and got three long, deep, penetrating strokes into her hot, tight little pussy before I erupted deep inside her.
No sooner had I collapsed on top of her than my cell phone buzzed on the end table.
“I think my thirty went into sixty,” I said into her velvety hair.
Her lips found mine and tenderly kissed me. “No regrets.”
“With you?” I said. “Never.”

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Mary Billiter is a weekly newspaper columnist and fiction author. She also has novels published under the pen name, “Pumpkin Spice.”

Mary resides in the Cowboy State with her unabashedly bald husband, her four amazing children, two fantastic step-kids, and their runaway dog. She does her best writing (in her head) on her daily runs in wild, romantic, beautiful Wyoming.



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Wednesday, 22 November 2017

Out Now | Second Best by Noelle Adams | #NEW #Contemporary #Romance


Title: Second Best
Author: Noelle Adams
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: 15 November 2017



Blurb

We meet every other Wednesday night in a
downtown hotel. No dates. No commitments. No hearts and flowers. Just his body and mine.


Maybe I’m his second best. He’s definitely
mine.

But second best has never felt so good.


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Author Bio


Noelle handwrote her first romance novel in a spiral-bound notebook when she was twelve, and she hasn’t stopped writing since. She has lived in eight different states and currently resides in Virginia, where she reads any book she can get her hands on and offers tribute to a very spoiled cocker spaniel.


She loves travel, art, history, and ice cream. After spending far too many years of her life in graduate school, she has decided to reorient her priorities and focus on writing contemporary romances.

New Release | His Sugar Baby by Fiona Murphy | #NEW #Contemporary #Romance


Title: His Sugar Baby
Author: Fiona Murphy
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: 21 November 2017



Blurb

Grant

I made my first million at sixteen, my first billion before I was thirty. I get what I want how I want it, and I have no problem paying for it, that includes women. Hell, I’ve already been doing it with the women I’ve been dating. They enjoy my credit cards during the day and I’m supposed to be able to enjoy them at night but as the weeks go on the excuses pile up but they still spend my money. So I’m done with dating. It’s time for a woman who knows the deal and signs on the dotted line. I’m looking for a sugar baby, it's instant lust when I find Anne and see her curves that should come with a warning sign. Until I find out she hasn't just been a sugar baby before; she's sold herself by the hour in Las Vegas. It's one step too far for me, only I can't stop thinking about her. I find out she had her reasons for what she did, like I have mine. Her past is her past; I want her for what she is now. Besides, this is just sex, a simple exchange for time and money. Except, little by little, it becomes far from simple as I find out money doesn't buy everything.

Anne

I thought I was done with being a sugar baby, of selling myself for security and a better life than the one I grew up in. Even though I’m a plus size, not a size two, men were more than willing to buy what I was selling. I tried to go white collar, to be normal. For four years I worked my ass off to get a degree in accounting; only, things don’t always go as planned. The instant attraction to Grant is a cherry on top; he's gorgeous and very generous. Is that why all my rules begin to blur, blend, and break to please him? I'm not ashamed of my past and all I’ve experienced, but it doesn't prepare me for Grant and all the things he wants and needs from me. I don't believe in forever, in happily ever after. What happens when he wants more than I give?




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Excerpt


“Fifty thousand a month for a year, whether we make it the entire twelve months or not. You’ll also get a credit card for personal use, whatever you want to use it on, no limit.”

Her reaction isn’t what I expect. Taking a step back, she shakes her head. “What are you expecting from me?”

I follow her. “You, all of you. I’m not into kinky shit or anything. You make the rules.
I’ll accept what you are willing to give or not give. You don’t do blow jobs,
fine, but I’ll need to taste you, that preview in the car wasn’t enough.”

“If you want to.” The words come out of her in a rush. Her grey eyes begin to glow as my hands catch her hips to keep her where I want her, close to me.

“You’ll spread your pussy wide for me to feast when I want.” It’s not a question. I can smell her wet for me; I need to taste her again. Sliding my hands down over her beautiful round ass, I squeeze what has been tempting me.

“Yes, yes.”
Her hips rock against my straining cock.

Fuck, her breathing flutters as she rocks against me again. Needing to know before I tear her clothes off and fuck her where we stand; I almost groan as I ask. “Any other no-gos for the bedroom?”
“Anal.”

“You mentioned it already, I’ll live without it. Tell me more, any other limits?”
Her hand comes up to my arm to steady herself. Her breathing does that thing again, then her other hand is at my waist. Her eyes are hypnotic pools of silver.
 

Her voice is trembling. “I agree to sex at least three times a week, but I have the right to say no to more than five. The right to my own space and to sleep in it instead of with you. No pimping me out or trying to share me with other men or women. No fondling me in front of people. No discussing our arrangement publicly, if you talk to your friends about it privately I’m fine, but just not putting it on blast to just anyone.”

“When you say three times, is that each time I fuck you or every time I take you.” Fuck, she’s panting for me to be inside her. Her hands go around my neck then pull me down to her mouth.

“Take me.”
She groans into my mouth.

Clinging to my last shred of sanity I ask the last question that matters, “Are you protected? I fuck bare and I want to come inside you.”

“Yes, yes.”
She moans as she presses her breasts against my chest. 

“You’re mine.” It’s not a question. Question time is over. 

Author Bio

Due to commitment issues I have lived in many different cities and my favorite is Chicago but I have managed to settle into Austin and perhaps my commitment issues are behind me.

I have enjoyed reading from a very young age and it wasn't long before the children books bored me and I read the books my mother enjoyed Stephen King and Dean Koontz and I didn't sleep without the light on until I was about ten.

I came across my first Harlequin by accident and it was love at first read, no one died and happy endings? It was a whole new world and I loved it.

I wrote my first story at eight and everyone died, of course. Since then I would like to think I've gotten better and now I'm writing the happily ever afters I first fell in love with, with some hot sex thrown in along the way.


Cover Reveal | The Baby Maker by Lili Valente | #Cover #TBR #Contemporary #Sexy #Romance


Title: The Baby Maker
Author: Lili Valente
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: 5 February 2018

Cover Design: Bootstrap Designs 
 Photo: Wander Aguiar Photography

Blurb
Some men are troublemakers or dealmakers. The men in my family? We’re baby makers.

For six generations, the women of wine country have had a saying: don’t bang a Hunter man unless you want a bun in your oven.

Yeah, well. I’ve got a saying too: no thanks. The last thing I need is baby makes three. My business is expanding and the only thing I’m interested in getting knocked up is my bottom line.

But then one night Emma Haverford makes me an offer I can’t refuse—she backs away from the land I have my eye on in exchange for a favor…

A big, fat, baby making favor…

******

When I hear women have gotten pregnant shaking hands with Hunter men, I know I need Dylan Hunter’s…ahem, special skills…way more than I need to expand my vineyard.

I’m ready to give my heart to a child and I’m tired of waiting for my late-to-the-party Prince Charming to make my dreams come true. So I promise Dylan—three months of hot, heavy, baby-making s-e-x and then I’m out of his hair forever.

But what if when it comes time to say good-bye, all I want to do is keep bottling up more memories with this big-hearted man?

This sexy Standalone romance will make you laugh, swoon, and blush baby-makin’ red. Heat level: A risk of getting knocked up during download. Paperback and audio versions are especially dangerous. Handle with care…




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Author Bio
Lili Valente has slept under the stars in Greece, eaten dinner at midnight with French men who couldn’t be trusted to keep their mouths on their food, and walked alone through Munich’s red light district after dark and lived to tell the tale.

These days you can find her writing in a tent beside the sea, drinking coconut water and thinking delightfully dirty thoughts.


Available Now | Tied (Crown and Anchor Novella) by Kerri Ann | #NEW #MMRomance #Novella


Title:Tied
Series: Crown and Anchor
Author: Kerri Ann
Genre: M/M Romance Novella
Release Date: 22 November 2017



Governor Chris Rock is Carli Katana's boss—well, ex-boss. And now that she's run off with her man candy, Whiskey Crown, Chris finds himself in trouble. Without her keeping him out of the press, out of trouble and in check, he's in for a dick of a lifetime. I mean, a trip of a lifetime.

Arriving in New York for a Governor's something or other, he's finding himself in a predick-ament. As a prolific public figure and ex-Marine, there’s always been an expectation of who Chris is and should be; strong, dangerous, fearless, and the typical man’s man. But that’s not him. And as he finds himself longingly staring at the speaker, Tyler Marshall, Chris knows he’s in trouble. Tyler is gorgeous, and he's everything Chris looks for in a man. The real problem is that in this venue, Tyler's unattainable.

**This novella has characters from both the Crown and Anchor series and the standalone Rushed. It’s sexy hot and full of laughs. Pre-warning you about it won’t do you any good.












With an avaricious appetite for stories, Kerri Ann can be found quite often with her nose in a book or writing it. On many occasion it has been said that she's in her own world, living in the stories of those she reads about, giving them a life they deserve.
She can easily be found under a tree in the shade, or reclining at Starbucks scribbling notes about new stories and new characters, all while keeping the coffee chain in business.
Whether late at night, at a music festival, or sitting on a ski lift, when the thoughts arise, Kerri Ann will add them to those in progress. So be wary, your antics could be in her next book.







Cover and Series Reveal | Hard Core (Dirty Bad Things #1) by Madison Faye | #Cover #Series #TBR #Contemporary


Title: Hard Core
Series: Dirty Bad Things #1
Author: Madison Faye
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: 27 November 2017

Cover Design: White Rabbit Creative

Photo: Wander Aguiar  |   Models: Gia and Jaclyn S.

Blurb

She’s sweet, pure, and untouched, and she’s about to lose her innocence on camera. To me.

Trust me, I’m no porn star, even if I do have the equipment of one. But when the Moretti crime family comes calling to collect on a debt I owe, they want it in trade.

You see, there’s big money in dirty movies, and the more real, the better. Me? I’m already filthy, damaged goods from my time in Afghanistan.

But then I meet Rose, my “co-star”, and my whole world shatters.

She owes the Moretti’s too, but she’s too good for all of this. Too sweet, too beautiful - too innocent for this shit. And I’ll be damned if I let them steal that away from her.

It’s wrong that she’s here, but it’s also wrong that she wants me to “teach her” things. It’s worse that I want to.

But one taste of her lips, and I’m hooked. One touch of her soft skin, and I know Rose is going to be mine. Not the camera’s. Mine.

The virgin with the debt, the ex-marine with the dick, and a porno for the mob.

Welcome to Vegas, baby.


*Please note that while a connected storyline, each of the Dirty Bad Things books are completely standalone stories centered around one couple, with no cliffhangers or spoilers.

Dirty, filthy, and oh-so-sweet, with an utterly obsessed alpha hero, explosive insta-love, and enough kindle-melting steam to make you sweat. Get ready to get wrong in the right kind of way. HEA with NO CHEATING!






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Author Bio

#1 bestselling contemporary romance author Madison Faye is
the dirty alter ego of the very wholesome, very normal suburban housewife
behind the stories. While she might be a wife, mom, and PTA organizer on the outside, there’s nothing but hot, steamy, and raunchy fantasies brewing right beneath the surface!



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Single-minded alpha hero, sinfully taboo relationships, and wildly over-the-top  scenarios. If you love it extra dirty, extra hot, and extra naughty, this is
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