Monday, 30 November 2015

New Release: Magic & Mistletoe by Annabelle Jacobs | #NEW #Christmas #MMromance


Title: Magic & Mistletoe
Author: Annabelle Jacobs
Genre: M/M Romance
Release Date: November 30, 2015
Publisher: Annabelle Jacobs


Cover Artist: Natasha Snow

Blurb
Christmas is Harry’s favourite time of the year, but it looks like he’ll be spending it alone. When it comes to the men he fancies, his luck is non-existent. Harry’s nerves always get the better of him—especially when he tries to talk to Andrew, the hot guy downstairs.

Everything changes when Harry meets a mysterious girl in the woods who professes to be a witch. He dismisses her claims, but when odd things start happening to him, he has to reconsider.

Andrew was attracted to Harry from the start, but their awkward encounters put him off. All goes well until Harry opens his mouth—and ruins it with his stupidity and silly comments. When Harry suddenly becomes more relaxed and they have a proper conversation, Andrew realises his first impression was wrong. As the days count down to December 25, they get swept up in the Christmas spirit and their relationship moves faster than either expected.

A little winter magic might have been the push they needed, but Harry worries that when it wears off, he’ll no longer be the man Andrew wants.



Excerpt
Harry didn’t need to look behind him to have his suspicions confirmed. The smug expression on Jason’s face said it all. “I hate you,” he whispered.
Jason kicked his shin. “Sit up, smile, and look happy to see him.”

Two minutes later, Andrew was pulling up a chair and setting his drink on the table.

Harry looked at the red takeaway cup topped with a mountain of whipped cream, and grinned. Instead of blurting out the first thing that came to mind—“Are you really gonna drink that?”—because God only knew what would happen this time to make him stop, Harry paused and took a sip of his coffee.

Andrew darted a glance between Harry and Jason, beginning to look uncomfortable, as though he thought he’d interrupted them.

Harry took a deep breath, then gestured at Andrew’s cup. “Is that one of the Christmas specials?” That wasn’t so hard, was it?
He relaxed a little as Andrew smiled at him and settled back in his chair.

“Yeah, it’s the gingerbread latte. I don’t normally indulge, but it’s bloody freezing out there today, and I fancied something delicious and bad for me.” His gaze caught Harry’s and lingered.

A flare of warmth filled Harry’s chest. This was flirting, right? It wasn’t his imagination.

Then Jason opened his big mouth and ruined the moment, saying, “Yeah, I think Kyle has that effect on a lot of people.”

Harry choked on his mouthful of coffee, just managing to swallow it instead of spraying it over the table. He glared daggers at Jason, who feigned innocence.
Andrew glanced over at the counter, then back at Jason, and laughed, his eyes crinkling at the edges. Harry bit his lip in frustration. Why couldn’t he get Andrew to laugh like that?

“Yeah,” Andrew said, “He’s not bad to look at.” Then his gaze slid back to Harry and his smile softened. “Not my type, though.”


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Meet the Author
Annabelle Jacobs lives in the South West of England with her three rowdy children, and two cats.

An avid reader of fantasy herself for many years, Annabelle now spends her days writing her own stories. They're usually either fantasy or paranormal fiction, because she loves building worlds filled with magical creatures, and creating stories full of action and adventure. Her characters may have a tough time of it—fighting enemies and adversity—but they always find love in the end.



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Blog Tour: Reckless Fear (Black Viper #1) by Micki Fredricks | #NEW #MC #NA #DarkRomance #MustRead



Title: Reckless Fear
Series: The Black Viper Series #1
Author: Micki Fredricks
Genre: Dark New Adult Romance
Release: November 21, 2015




Tight Everly, Sergeant-at-Arms of The Black Vipers M.C.

In the world of The Black Vipers, sin runs free and I'm sin personified. 

Given permission by the cut I wear, I take whatever the emptiness inside me desires, by any means necessary. 

Unfortunately, the truth sin doesn’t want you to know–nothing is ever free. It takes payment in flesh and degradation.

A highly venomous predator, it slithers around inside of you, wreaking havoc and claiming your soul as its own.

Sasha was the savior to my sinful ways…only she didn’t want the job.

When sin rules your life, there are no boundaries. You take without regret.

She would be my salvation, even if I had to play the Devil to get her.

Sasha Campbell

Being near Tight was like standing on the edge of a raging fire. 

The heat dangerously intoxicating, offering protection from the darkness while promising the burn of betrayal if I got too close.

Yet here I stand, staring endlessly into the dancing flames, not noticing the building smoke or the ache of his all-consuming heat. 

Unfortunately, I know how this story ends. Burned beyond recognition and discarded, I’m turned to ash without a second thought.

Completely destroyed by him.

There had to be a way to avoid the damage he’d inflict. The problem was, I wasn’t sure I wanted to.

Because with Tight, this kind of burn feels amazing.

**WARNING**
Contains sexual situations, violence, sensitive and taboo subjects, offensive language and mature topics. Recommended for age 18 years and up. 




“A bomb has exploded in my brain … what the hell did I just read; wait not read, devour in one sitting. Ben “Tight” Everly, Sergeant at Arms, that’s what … and the Black Vipers M.C. Good gawd. This is one where you don’t want to read “this is a work of fiction.” Hell no please make Tight Everly real. I don’t know who Robin Harper is either but the cover; yeah I need to give the lady a fist bump.”~  💖  💖  💖  💖  💖 Ramblings from Beneath the Sheets

“Hot damn! I found a new MC Romance author to stalk! My fellow biker romance lovers, listen up. This is a series that you don't want to pass up. My clicker finger is already twitching, ready for another, and another.” ~ 💖  💖  💖  💖  💖  iScream Books

“I loved this book! Once I started, I didn't want to put it down. This is a beautifully written story with amazing characters with an ending that will WOW you.”  💖  💖  💖  💖  💖 Goodreads Reviewer





TEN YEARS EARLIER


Fear.



It’s an open, oozing wound, festering inside my head. I crave it like a strung out, drug-sick junkie. It gives me a high I’ve never found at the bottom of a bottle or chasing the needle and believe me, I’ve tried some crazy shit in my sixteen years. But fear, that’s a different kind of addiction for me.



It’s the only constant in my life. Slithering around my spine, it whispers to be careful, warning my stupid ass to be alert, be smarter than the next homeless screw-up.



Fear has kept me alive...and I just told it to go fuck itself because this time, I’m doing it my way.



The voices echoed upward toward me, bouncing around the dark, cavernous warehouse I’d called home for the last six months. From inside my safe haven in the rafters, I leaned closer to the thin boards that were the only barrier between me and the crowd below.



My heart lurched forward, pounding painfully, but I loved it; a little too much.



A twisted fantasy of mine played out in front of me, turning my emotions into a hurricane. I struggled to stay still. I wanted to be closer, hear the words and feel the excitement.



Six inches off the ground hung a man, naked and bound by chains wrapped around his bloodied wrists. His wild eyes searched the darkness for a rescue that would never come.



Muffled screams fell on deaf ears as he fought against the gag tied around his mouth. Sweat rolled off of him in rivers, mixing with the dirt and blood as he arched his back not wanting to leave any angle open. Crazy fucker, I’d close my eyes and let them come. Who wants to see death face to face?



A gaping hole in his thigh gushed blood around the knife left where it had sliced through the tissue.



The sight of his torture triggered something inside of me. A slow smile stretched my dry lips as I realized, for the first time ever, I wasn’t afraid. Energy snapped through my veins making me flex my fists open and shut at my sides.



I dug up the bones of buried memories I’d tried for so long to keep at bay. My soul screamed silently as the faces of every bastard who’d unleashed their punishment on me, flashed like a horror movie in my mind. Normally I would cower from these flashbacks. But today, I relished in them, letting all the pain wash over me like a new beginning.



And there I was in my memory, a small boy, unable to protect myself from sadistic hands and bloodshot eyes. Pinching, burning and unspeakable things that should never happen to anyone, all happening to me.



My constant companion--fear--tried to rear its ugly head. But I pushed it down. A small spark ignited somewhere inside of me, something I’d always wanted but never knew I could have. A desire to do more than just survive. I wanted fucking revenge.



The terror in the doomed man’s eyes empowered me, warming my chest as I longed to be a part of the destruction they had planned for him.



His captors taunted him, staying far enough in the shadows to keep their faces hidden, but close enough there was no mistaking their presence.



They circled him like the predators they were, letting it be known he was merely a play thing.



Prey to be toyed with, destroyed and discarded.



Every skeleton from my closet came out to play as I enjoyed the show. The savage faces haunting me, now hung in place of this unlucky bastard, who had obviously pissed off the wrong people.



They were bikers. The Black Vipers to be exact and there was no denying their reputation for being ruthless. From what I’d seen in the last fifteen minutes, the rumors were true. I was sure as shit, losing my mind to think I could mess with them. But that was the plan.



The back of their denim cuts were embellished with their signature insignia, a snake with blood red eyes wrapped around a skull. The bottom rocker proudly displayed, Midwest. Most clubs claimed a state, these guys claimed the whole Midwest region.



This wasn't the first time I’d seen someone about to be butchered. The streets weren’t warm and fuzzy, they were dirty and desperate and there was always someone willing to sell their soul to the devil for their sin of choice. But this was the first time I planned on sticking around to watch and, if it was my lucky day, join in.



A man stepped out of the shadows. His eyes black and without pity. He didn't seem to enjoy the scene-didn't seem not to. The coldness he carried toward taking a man’s life made me shiver. He was a true killer.



His cut read Road Captain.



The hanging man turned sharply in his direction, hissing as the chains cut deeper into his mauled skin. His bulging eyes crazed with fear.



The Viper stepped up, pulled out a long, serrated knife, and slowly drew it across the man’s chest.



Throwing his head back, the hanging man’s eyes rolled back from the pain before screaming out in agony against the gag. Blood beaded in the cut at first as the knife sliced the skin wide open, but quickly changed to rivers streaming down his torso, pooling on the floor below him.



A dark haired man stepped up next, stopping the Road Captain with a just a nod.



I strained to read his patch.



President.



My stomach lurched as I closed my eyes and laid my forehead on the boards in front of me. Holy. Shit.



Pops Cole.



He ran The Black Vipers and was as vicious as they came. This dumb ass plan of mine...I was as good as dead.



Pops reached up, pulling the gag from the soon to be dead, man’s mouth.



“Please, Pops,” he begged. “Please, I will tell you everything.”



Pops stood with his arms crossed at his chest. His tone was calm as he shook his head.



“It’s too late for that shit and you know it.”



The hanging man thrashed around, attempting to release himself from the chains. Screaming out again and again.



The Black Vipers just watched. No one moved, no one talked. They stood quiet like angels of death, waiting to deliver their sentence.



I scoffed to myself. Even if this stupid son of a bitch got loose, did he think he could fight his way through the five or six Vipers surrounding him?



Pops began pacing in front of the man, drawing in slow steady breaths, as he meticulously rolled up the sleeves of his shirt.



A small tremor began in my core. The hair on the back of my neck stood up as the atmosphere changed.



He spoke again, anger boiling just under the surface of his controlled tone.



“I gave you every opportunity to get me the information I needed. And what do you do? Stab me in the back? Try to bring down my club, my family!”



He lunged toward the hanging man, twisting the knife sticking out of his thigh. The man arched his back, screaming and crying in agony.



“No one fucks with The Black Vipers then tries to make a deal, you stupid asshole!”



I turned quickly, making my decision. If they heard me, I was a dead man. Not like it mattered, I was probably dead anyway with the plan I had.


If they’d known about ADHD when I was little, my Ritalin dosage would've been OFF THE CHARTS!!It goes without saying; I spent A LOT of time by myself after the teacher moved my desk out into the hallway. ** Silver lining** With all that alone time on my hands, I used my imagination to make the world a more interesting place. When I was little, people said I had an "active imagination". In elementary school, teachers called me a "daydreamer". My high school counselor said I needed to “learn how to focus" and my college professors warned me to "buckle down". Before I knew it, it was time to “grow up”.So that's what I did. I grew up, got married and had five kids. I work as a full time nurse, I'm active in my church, part of the most amazing book-club, blog about books with my best friends and cart small humans to school, football, theater, dance ect. Oh yeah...and write a bit when I can and now people call me "talented". Moral of my life story: Hug your kids, embrace their differences. Love them for who they are. Someday, the traits you think are struggles now… Might be exactly what they needed to turn their dreams into reality!Micki lives in small town Iowa with her husband, kids and a fat Cocker Spaniel named Joey. She is the author of Winds of Darkness and Chasing Jenna.




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Because Naughty Holidays can be oh so Nice - 2015

by Nicole Edwards at the sale price of $2.99! Don't miss out!!!


Book: Because Naughty Holidays Can be oh so Nice
(3 novella collection)

Official Release date: December 1st, 2015

Author: Nicole Edwards

Genre: M/M/F, M/M, M/F/M

Contains: Three stories from Nicole Edwards series and couples as voted by the readers!

Warning: Contains M/M/F, M/M, M/F/M... Did you really expect it to not be Menage?

Because Naughty Holidays can be oh so Nice - 2015
Nicole Edwards

Blurb

The readers voted and the winners for the 2015 holiday book are: Alluring Indulgence: Travis, Kylie, Gage; Sniper 1 Security: RT and Z; Club Destiny: Luke, Sierra, Cole. Come and see how they are heating up the holidays this year!

The Walker brothers are at it again...
Travis Walker won’t deny he has a competitive spirit, and this year, when his brothers decide to go all out with the holiday decorations, Travis is intent on winning this free-for-all.

What’s the best gift you can get for the man you love?
Ryan Trexler is hell-bent on getting his husband the best Christmas gift. One that will make Z think about him all year. Only he doesn’t have the slightest clue what to get him.

Spend New Year’s at the hottest fetish club in town
Luke McCoy has been known to throw a good party, but this year, he wants the New Year’s celebration at Devotion to be the best yet.



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  New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Nicole Edwards lives in Austin, Texas with her husband, their three kids, and four rambunctious dogs. When she’s not writing about sexy alpha males, Nicole can often be found with her Kindle in hand or making an attempt to keep the dogs happy. You can find her hanging out on Facebook and interacting with her readers - even when she’s supposed to be writing.

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#Release : Atlas by Alyne Roberts | #NEW #DarkRomance #MustRead #Capture

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Stella lost everyone and everything important to her. After all the lies and hiding, she's ready for a fresh start somewhere where her brother’s enemies won’t find her. One last night out turned into her worse nightmare. The morning she should be moving away from all the painful memories, she finds herself a captive by exactly who she was running from.

Atlas is determined to finish what they started. Stella is unknowingly the key to solving the unanswered questions her brother left behind. Taking advantage of their sexual chemistry at the club, he forced her to his lake house. He promised her protection but Stella made a promise of her own: Trust no one, especially the man responsible for ruining her life.

What happens when Stella’s life depends on trusting Atlas? What happens when keeping Stella is risking everything he worked for? What if neither one is willing to let go?

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"Stella," I heard Atlas growl from the end of the hall. Only a few dozen feet of expensive hardwood floor separated us.

The sound of his deep and commanding voice pushed one more burst of will through me. I could hear my own cries as I punched the rest of the shards away. The glass digging into my skin didn't register in my mind as I tried to push my body through the thin opening. I was able to fit the upper half of my body through before I felt a hand grab my leg.

"You fucking bitch." One of the goons had my leg and yanked me roughly back.

"Let go!" I cried and kicked. My bare foot connected with a hard body and I was released.

Hearing my name called once more, I used every ounce of strength to pull myself the rest of the way. Glass and wood scraped at my skin, but I didn't stop. I could feel the cool night air on my skin. I could smell the rain that had recently fallen and saw the moon hidden in the clouds in the sky. I was outside!

The night was so dark I couldn't see a more than few feet in front of me. I actually couldn't see any light in the distance at all.

My heartbeat thumped and my breath came in hard pants as I ran away from the house. I could hear the shouts for me, and Atlas barking commands, but I couldn't look back. It didn't matter that I had no idea where I was going. My bare feet hit the gravel and my body cut through the night air as I sprinted up the gravel drive. I had to keep going. I had to lose him and find help. I just had to keep running.

"Stella! Stop!" My heart stopped when I heard Atlas's voice behind me.

In a panic, I turned off to the right into the tall grass. I could hear him cursing as he entered the thick brush behind me. The grass and branches slapped my bare skin, stinging me. This would be my only hope to lose him and get away. I kept running, ignoring the pain and shortness of breath until I couldn't hear him any longer.

Bent over with my hands on my knees, I struggled to breathe. Every gasp of air burned and my entire body ached. I couldn't see in the darkness, and all I could hear was my own heartbeat pounding. Even the moon had been swallowed by the clouds. Goosebumps trailed over my sweaty skin as I noticed how very lost and screwed I really was.

"There's nowhere to go, Stella," his voice surrounded me. "You won't get away."

Fuck! Just when I thought I was alone, he had found me. A cry escaped my lips and I tried to run, only to be pulled back. My back hit a hard body behind me at the same time a hand clamped over my mouth. My cries and screams were muffled under the pressure of his hand. Another arm snaked around my chest and fingers wrapped around my throat.

"Shh," Atlas whispered in my ear. "That was fucking stupid. So stupid. You're hurt now."

I lashed out against him but it was pointless. The hand around my throat tightened in warning. His hold was strong and held me immobile in his arms. I slumped against him in defeat and despair. All the strength and determination leaked out of my body.

He found me. I ran and he caught me. I was warned how foolish it would be to run and now I would have to face the consequences. Tears streamed down my face and over his hand as the adrenaline wore off and reality sank in. Everything hurt and it was only Atlas holding me up on my feet.

His lips brushed my ear, sending a shiver down my spine. "Don't you dare fucking scream, understand?"

I nodded once and his fingers slowly lifted from my mouth and wrapped around my waist. I pulled in a deep breath, feeling the pain in my ribs with the inhale. Atlas tilted my head back while still keeping his grip on my throat. Even though I couldn't see his face, I felt his hard stare on me. Anger was rolling off his body in hot waves, and every muscle pressed to me was rock hard.

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Alyne lives in Ohio with her husband, two dogs and cat. Working full time in an office all day, she spends her nights reading, writing or watching an entire TV series in a night. She refuses to grow up and loves Disney movies and anything with owls. She couldn't live without her coffee or her furry "children".

Alyne wrote her first novel titled "Light to the Darkness" in 2014, followed by the Conflicted Encounters Series.

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