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From USA Today Bestselling Author Jade West 

Dirty Daddies
Performed by Stacey Holmes, Joel Leslie, Smutty McDiarmid

Bait 
Performed by Evan GarrettPosey Clifford

Call Me Daddy 
Performed by Stacy Holmes, Randy Johnson

Buy Me, Sir 
Performed by Posey Clifford, Smutty McDiarmid

Published by Audible Studios 








Dirty Daddies 

I’m bad enough to need two.
Two older men who can teach me a lesson when I misbehave.
Two hot bodies to keep me warm in bed at night.
Two best friends who can learn to share a filthy-mouthed little brat like me.
After all…dirty girls need very dirty daddies.
Carrie Wells is nothing but trouble. She’s wild and difficult. Not worth anyone’s time. Carrie Wells is a beautiful little brat. She’s also a vulnerable young adult on my case list.
She’s half my age and totally off limits. I’m breaking every rule in the book by giving her somewhere to stay when she’s out on the streets with nowhere to go. And I’m breaking every rule of friendship by holing her up in my best friend Jack’s house while he’s away on business.
I thought life was difficult enough when I fell for the girl, but it gets a whole lot harder when Jack comes home early and finds a beautiful stranger causing chaos in his house. And a whole lot harder still when he falls for her too. He’s the one guy on this planet I’d share my last supper with. I’d share it gladly. I’m just not so sure how I feel about sharing Carrie Wells.

Bait 
A stranger online. Dark hair and even darker eyes that knew my dirty desires before I did. A fantasy that should never be spoken. But he pulled the confession from me. And now he’s coming for me. Rough. Dirty. Dangerous. It’s supposed to be one night to get me off and make me forget. He’ll make me his and I’ll pretend I don’t want him to. I’ll run and he’ll chase. Because I asked him for this. I begged him for this. Tonight, in the darkness, he’s the hunter. And I’m the bait.

Call Me Daddy
I want him to be the one.
I want him to be my everything.
I didn’t expect to spend my 18th birthday stranded in the pouring rain with no way to make it home. I didn’t expect to be rescued from the worst night of my life by the most amazing man I’d ever seen.
His name is Nick, and he says he wants to take care of me, says he’ll look after me, says I don’t need to be alone anymore.
He treats me like a princess, like the fragile little girl he saved from the cold. But I like him…I like him like that. I’ve never liked anyone like that before….
And it’s weird, this thing we have….
It’s like I can’t decide how we’re supposed to be…what we are….
Until he says the words….
Call me Daddy.

Buy Me, Sir
They call him the puppet master.
They say he’s dirty, dark and dangerous.
And they’re right.
He’s everything they say he is, and more.
So much more.
Alexander Henley has no idea I exist. No idea whatsoever how much I want him.
But that’s all about to change.
Because if there’s one thing I know about the puppet master, it’s that he pays well to pull women’s strings.
And I’m going to be his next purchase.


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Jade has increasingly little to say about herself as time goes on, other than the fact she is an author, but she’s plenty happy with this. Living in imaginary realities and having a legitimate excuse for it is really all she’s ever wanted. Jade is as dirty as you’d expect from her novels, and talking smut makes her smile. She lives in the Powys countryside with a couple of hounds and a guy who’s able to cope with her inherent weirdness. She has a zebra print living room, and fights a constant battle with her addiction to Coca-Cola.





‌ ♥ Release Blitz ♥ The Savage Peak by Jon David


Title: The Savage Peak 
Series: The Morgalla Prequel 
Author: Jon David 
Genre: YA, Science Fiction, Fantasy








Two years before the events of “The Trilogy of Morgalla”, a young demon and her mentor are forced to abandon their sanctuary on a far-off world and return to the realm of Hell.

Never having been around her own kind before, the young Morgalla is thrust into an alien culture. She struggles to adapt and find her place. 

Through an act of fate she is drawn to a world populated by demons and a strange alien people. There is an uneasy truce between them and war is on the horizon. 

Morgalla must choose a side.





Born and raised in Southeast Michigan, Jon David was a nerd long before it was ever popular. He hoped to be a comic writer/illustrator when he created Morgalla in college. Since then, between working various jobs, he’s honed his craft and turned his misunderstood demon heroine into a four-part epic series.




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Alpha Male + Caring Teacher = Bad Dad


Bad Dad
Sloane Howell

Synopsis


He has a past. Could she be his future?

My son is my life. Nothing on earth matters but him.

Soon, I’ll have to send him out into society. The cruel machine that gnashes innocence and spits out the hollowed remains of a child’s imagination. It’s a place I know all too well, considering my past. I’ve worked hard to separate myself from it, but it looms in the back of my mind–waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

My son, Logan, wants to have birthday parties, make friends, play at the park–all the normal things that seven-year olds want to do. All the things I want to do with him.

I’ve put up walls around our life to shield us from danger. Giant barriers to ward off possible threats.

Cora Chapman crashes through them like a wrecking ball. She’s intelligent and hilarious with soft curves and a spark that ignites a flame deep inside of me.

There’s only one problem–she’s Logan’s teacher.

When my past wraps its tentacles around my throat and threatens to strangle the breath from my lungs, I’m given an option–fight for my family’s freedom, or die as they’re stripped away from me.

I can’t lose. I won’t lose.

My name is Landon Lane and I am a warrior.



Review



Alpha Male + Caring Teacher = Bad Dad 4 Stars

Bad Dad is intriguing and captivating story. This story is filled with action and suspense. I was hooked from beginning to the very last page. I loved the chemistry between Landon and Cora. 

Landon is a sexy, alpha male. He is a devoted and protective single father. Cora is his son’s teacher. She is an intelligent and caring teacher. Landon and Cora find themselves attracted to each other. They know that it is against the rules, so to speak. 

I enjoyed this story and the characters. I laughed many times while reading this story. Bad Dad has interesting characters, action, twists & turns, an unique story, and romance. I volunteered for this arc. This is my honest & unbiased review.

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Bad Dad
by
Sloane Howell



My son is my life. Nothing on earth matters but him.

Soon, I’ll have to send him out into society. The cruel machine that gnashes innocence and spits out the hollowed remains of a child’s imagination. It’s a place I know all too well, considering my past. I’ve worked hard to separate myself from it, but it looms in the back of my mind—waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

My son, Logan, wants to have birthday parties, make friends, play at the park—all the normal things that seven-year olds want to do. All the things I want to do with him.

I’ve put up walls around our life to shield us from danger. Giant barriers to ward off possible threats.

Cora Chapman crashes through them like a wrecking ball. She’s intelligent and hilarious with soft curves and a spark that ignites a flame deep inside of me.

There’s only one problem—she’s Logan’s teacher.

When my past wraps its tentacles around my throat and threatens to strangle the breath from my lungs, I’m given an option—fight for my family’s freedom, or die as they’re stripped away from me.

I can’t lose. I won’t lose.

My name is Landon Lane and I am a warrior. 

The door at the entrance to the school, down at the end of the hallway, slammed shut like a shotgun had fired. I jolted and tried to catch my breath. Logan grinned a little wider, which still wasn’t much.
“This place is so loud.” I inhaled a deep breath and brushed off my own embarrassment. Anything was worth it to set him at ease a little.
Footsteps pounded in my ears as whoever came through the door approached in a hurry.
Logan’s head tilted up and he leaped from his seat. I barely leaned out of his way in time. He took off in a dead sprint. My head craned around to the man’s shoes first—ordinary Nike cross trainers. Nothing special.
But the way they traversed the ground—Montague soles pounded the Capulet tiles.
My gaze roamed to the jeans—Levi’s, boot-cut, regular denim, frayed at the seams—worked in and worn.
Damn.
My stare tilted up and drank the scenery. A charcoal-gray hood dipped down and cast a shadow over his eyes.
A breath cut too short and some sound I’d never made in my life escaped my lungs and dissolved into the tension saturating the room.
Logan’s father (I assumed) dropped to a knee, and Logan sprinted straight into his massive arms. His hoodie remained pulled up over his head. It’d probably been to shield him from the rain outside. I’d never seen Logan move so fast. He disappeared into the giant thunderhead biceps that engulfed him in a hug.
“I didn’t do anything wrong.” Logan sobbed into the man’s shoulder.
A giant hand wrapped around the back of his head and pulled him in tight. The hood dipped down and nuzzled up next to his cheek then turned and whispered in his ear.
I stood up about twenty feet away and noticed myself leaning toward them, trying to get a better view or hear what was said. I’d only met an older woman named Janet who usually brought Logan to and from school. She rarely spoke to anyone, but she was always polite.
“How long are they going to make us wait in here? Jesus Christ!” Charles Hastings’ voice roared once again from the office. Principal Williams was still nowhere to be found.
The hood-covered head popped up and turned in the direction of the words, but I still couldn’t make out his eyes.
God, what I would have given for a peek at his face.
The dark shadow under the hood turned to me. My heart threatened to explode out of my chest and my lungs stopped functioning. I still couldn’t see his eyes, couldn’t see his stare. Somehow, he managed to make my palms sweat. My palms never sweat.
Why’s he staring at me?
“Fucking ridiculous!”
My head whipped to the door.
Hastings.
I inhaled a deep breath and stomped toward the office. I’d learned long ago that if I didn’t set a certain tone with unruly parents they’d walk all over me.
Throwing the door open, I glared at the short balding man of maybe fifty. “It will be a few more minutes. Watch your language, please. This is a school. Not your living room.”
I slammed the door shut before he could get out another word.
Where the hell is Principal Williams?
I wasn’t one to shirk duties or get out of responsibility, but I really could use some back up. Parents had fought over pettier things than the words Hastings was slinging left and right, in front of his son no less. Maybe if I’d been at this school longer I’d have a better idea of how they handled these situations.
I froze in front of the door for a quick second and schooled my features. Could I go back out and face the enigma comforting his son in the hall? I had to. It was my job.
I walked back out to make sure Logan was okay, each step with a pair of concrete bricks attached to my feet.
“My son didn’t hit that little shit out there! We shouldn’t even be here!”
I paused and gritted my teeth. The moment now took a firm seat at the top of the podium as the number one awkward situation of my career, and I’d taught at a low-income New York City elementary school.
Jesus.
Other teachers had warned me about Hastings. The general consensus was that the guy was a raging jerk with little-man syndrome. I had no choice but to concur.
The man in the hood squeezed Logan once more into a bear hug, seemed to whisper something else, and then released him.
Hastings railed off even more expletives and threats from the office.
Logan’s father didn’t take off his hood, just advanced straight toward me. Logan stood in the hallway behind him.
He was not a small man by any means. The closer he came, the tighter my stomach twisted into a knot. The walls closed in on me and the thunder seemed to rumble with each of his footsteps. I gulped when he was about five feet away.
His shoes squeaked against the tile when he stopped and crossed his arms over his chest. It stretched the fabric across his shoulders and I realized just how large he was. It was one hundred percent muscle. I tried to keep my thighs from squeezing together and nearly failed.
Compose yourself.
My father named me Courage—even though I went by Cora—when I was born, but I was not living up to it at that moment.
I stretched out a hand toward him. “Hi, I’m sorry we’re meeting under these circumstances. I’m Cora—”
I barely made out two eyes in the shadow of his hood. He sized me up and down, and gestured like he might actually reach out for my hand. Hastings belted out more empty threats from inside the office. The hood turned in that direction and left my hand abandoned mid-air.
I’d never had trouble speaking in front of a parent before, but something about Logan’s dad was just—I didn’t know what it was, to be honest—scary, exciting, mysterious.
I lowered my hand to my side. My mouth was drier than the Sahara. “I, umm, there was an incident, on the playground.”
I tried to keep my voice down. If Hastings knew Logan’s father had shown up there was no telling what might happen. Looking at the man in front of me, it wouldn’t be much of a fight, and I was definitely in no position to stop him if things escalated beyond a discussion.
My eyes strayed to the Levi’s again for a split-second before I caught myself. I had certainly missed Montana men and their jeans. Some might’ve called it a weakness of mine.
He turned back to me, slowly. I watched every move. He took in every piece of information the scene had to offer and actually listened before speaking. People didn’t do that anymore, and I silently appreciated it.
“What happened?” His baritone voice vibrated through me like the encroaching thunder outside.
I stood there, blood pounding through my veins, heart racing down a quarter mile track with no parachute or brakes. His voice demanded an answer, but it didn’t seem coercive. There was a hint of concern laced in it.
“Logan didn’t do anything wrong. Like I said before, there was an incident. We just called both—”
The sound of a chair shuffling and footsteps from the office cut me off. I froze. Hastings must’ve heard me talking.
A tingling sensation radiated through my limbs and goosebumps pebbled down my arms. I had to force a slight smile from my face and mashed my lips into a thin line.
Logan’s father took a few commanding steps toward the door and made sure he’d be the first thing Hastings would see. He put himself right between us and his shoulders were so broad I couldn’t see around him. My thighs tried to squeeze together again. I cursed them silently and stepped out to the side so I could at least see Hastings’ face.
“I’m not waiting for this bullshit any—” The door to Williams’ office burst open. Hastings froze right along with his sentence when he saw Logan’s dad.
His voice went down an octave, barely noticeable. His chest deflated a little too and he tried to recover. “You the dad of the little shit making up stories about my kid?” His words were shaky, and he nodded up the hall toward Logan.
Uh oh.
The hood turned to Logan and looked right through me. “Wait in the car.”
I glanced back. Logan didn’t dare question him. Hell, I don’t think anyone would’ve. I nearly took a step toward the parking lot and caught myself. Logan turned on a dime and took off.
I wasn’t about to stand by and let a dick measuring contest happen on my watch. Both of my hands found my hips and I side-stepped farther so that Hastings could see more than just my face. “Mr. Hastings, get back in the office. Now!”
He ignored me, as expected. I wasn’t a threat to him. The ballsy bastard took a couple of steps toward Logan’s dad until he was a few feet away from him.
Where is Williams? Probably peeking around a corner somewhere, watching.
“Mister Hastings, that is enough.” I started toward him.
Hastings sneered at Logan as he walked toward the door, then he turned to me and his chest puffed out a little more. “You fucking people have—”
Where the hell are you, Williams? Help!
A single finger.
I stopped in my tracks.
He held it up. The man in the hood.
One powerful index finger in the air.
It was just a finger.
That index finger stole the words from Hastings’ mouth and the breath from my lungs.
One gorgeous, forceful finger commanded everything in the room and even the storm outside seemed to shut the hell up.
His left hand balled into a fist at his side.
And we’ve now reached the ‘Oh shit’ portion of the night’s show.
Complete silence fell on the school.
I swear I couldn’t have made it up if I tried. The door closed behind Logan and he walked to the car. Lightning cracked overhead, and the immediate thunder seemed to pick up the building and shake it at the same time the man in the hood dropped his finger.
I shuddered. Freaking thunderstorms.
Logan’s father closed the small gap between him and Hastings. Hastings’ eyes widened like saucers, then his brows narrowed into a V.
Then he did possibly the dumbest thing I’d ever seen a man do. He poked Goliath in the chest. “Listen here—”
The hood tilted down to the finger, and then back up to Hastings’ face. Hastings tried to look tough, but his face was pale as a ghost, and sweat beads formed along his hairline.
The hood glared lasers at Hastings. “Don’t touch me.”
Hastings’ hand dropped like it might fall through the floor.
“D-dad?” Cory Hastings eased open the office door.
The hood shot to Cory for a quick second. He glanced at Hastings and then back to me and then back to Cory. His voice softened a hint while he looked at the boy. “Sorry.”
He turned and headed toward the exit, but stopped at my side. He looked straight ahead. Straight where his son sat in the car, waiting. “Logan won’t be back.” He paced down the hallway.
I turned and watched him leave. I stood there, mouth wide open, catatonic, brain short circuiting all over the place. Logan’s father disappeared through the double doors, and I blew out a breath I didn’t realize I’d been holding.
Oh my God.
Maybe Desire, Montana wouldn’t be so bad after all.
“Okay, we ready?” Principal Williams strolled up from the other end of the hallway.
You’ve got to be shitting me.
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Night Before by Dani Wyatt * New Release *


Night Before
Dani Wyatt




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Until Malcolm Knight set his eyes upon that curvy cherub of a Christmas elf in his department store’s Santa’s Village, Christmas meant nothing to him except what it did for the bottom line. Now, his Scrooge is melting away along with thoughts of if her sugar-plums taste as good as they look.

Penny Evergreen lives for Christmas. When her parents send her to New York for a month-long training to relieve the piano prodigy of her paralysing stage fright, she takes one look at the elaborate Christmas Village at the prestigious Knight & Knight department store, and she hatches a holiday plan of her own.

Will these two star-crossed opposites attract? Or will their deceptions be the end of this holiday fairy tale before it has a chance to take off?

Author’s Note: Grab your candy canes and sit in front of the fire. This sugary sweet Christmas story will warm your heart and melt your panties. This May-December quick holiday romance is sure to have you asking Santa for some Malcolm of your very own. Complete insta-everything, safe and always a happy ending. Or two. Or ten

My vision is filled with a thousand twinkling lights as I glance over my shoulder to see Malcolm’s enormous form to the side of me.  He’s got one arm outstretched behind my back, not touching me—not yet—but I feel where his hand hovers in the air just above my back side.  It’s that chivalrous, gentlemanly motion that nearly buckles my knees.
My vision is drowsy as my eyes fall to the front of his jeans where I see an enormous bulge.
I draw in a sharp breath and jerk my head back up to face forward, embarrassed by my own forwardness but unable to resist the thought: could his erection be because of me? 
No.
Do not be a fool, Elf Penny.
Maybe he’s got some crazy elf kink or something.  Because no way a man like him would be interested in a pudgy elf like me.  Still, the thought of his enormous erection leaves me speechless and breathless as he guides us toward a table in the back of the sitting area that surrounds where Randall is already playing happily with another couple of boys about his own age.
“Sit,”  Malcolm orders and his bossy tone causes a shiver of delight wrestling through me.  It feels as if my bones are liquefying as I melt into the chair and wait for whatever comes next.
“Sitting,”  I manage as he takes a seat in front of me.  The same sort of position as yesterday, only this time he’s closer. His legs spread around as my knees nearly bump into his crotch.  I do everything in my power to avert my eyes from the fullness there, but at the same time as he sits, he lets out an uncomfortable chuff in his throat, and I can only imagine it must be difficult to bend something that hard and long.
Heat rises up my legs where they connect to his.  The same heartbeat that is deafening in my ears is also wildly distracting as it thumps between my legs.  My mouth is watering as well and I lick my lips as I try to make sense of what’s happening right now.
Malcolm sits quietly.  There’s a vibration growing in the empty space between us and my heart is thundering in my chest.
“What do you want to talk about?”  I blurt out, unable to stand the silence another moment.
He bites into his bottom lip.  Dark eyes fasten to me.  “Fuck.”  He bows his head then looks up at the ceiling, then back to me.
My belly tightens.  The muscles in my neck feel like metal cords ready to snap. 
“What?”  I lean in, compelled—even though he’s a near stranger—to relieve him of whatever the strain is I hear in his voice.  “Whatever it is, you can tell me.  I want to know.”
“Penny.”  He looks at me and I see the tangle of conflict in his eyes. “Just promise me, I won’t scare the shit out of you.”
I raise my eyebrows, wondering what it could be, but still deep in my heart wanting to know.
“Okay.  I promise.  As long as it doesn’t involve you decapitating me, dismembering me, or any other sort of felonious thing regarding me.”
A strained chuckle rumbles from him, and a genuine smile spreads up into his eyes.  Then he nods before he continues.  “My nephew didn’t even want to come here today.”
“Really?”  I blink, wondering what’s coming next.  Because I can feel most definitely something is coming next.
“Really.  I wanted to come.  To see you.”
I sit, silent, as he tightens his legs around mine and sends my nipples into points yet again.
He raises a hand to brush down where my hair rests against the side of my face, raising goosebumps all over my skin.
“That’s not completely true,”  he adds.  “The truth is, I came here to kiss you.  Because that’s all I’ve thought about. Are you ready for that?”




Since I was a little girl, I’ve made up stories. I would lay in my bed at night and before I knew what a trope was, I would make up these trope filled stories. Boy sees girl, boys falls for girl, boy saves girl….happily ever after. As I got older, the stories turned steamier and more intricate, but the basics never changed.

Now, my books are still full of romance but the naughty bits are naughtier, my hero’s are obsessed alpha types and my heroines are quirky, real women who come in all shapes and sizes.

So, sit back, banish the real world and get lost in some over the top romance with a heaping helping of hot. xoxoxo 

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Hunted For The Holidays by Amber Bardan * New Release *

Hunted For The Holidays
Amber Bardan

INCLUDES FREE HOLIDAY EBOOK CAUGHT FOR THE HOLIDAYS



It should have been an innocent vacation with my family. But wild and dangerous things lurk in this forest.

A wild and dangerous man.

Stalking me.

Hunting me.

Terrifying me—because all I want these Holidays is to be caught. 


Warning: This short romance is pure guilty pleasure. These holidays, get caught up with a completely obsessed hero who will stop at nothing to claim the love of his life. This book contains elements which may be triggers for some. Happy Ever After. No cliff-hanger.

A scream bursts from my open mouth, splintering the forest. Shattering me with the 
force it departs my body. 
The searing tension in my scalp tugs, tossing me to the floor. 
I hit the ground on my side, and roll onto my back. 
Fluttering wings flitter through my vision. 
My chest heaves. 
Where were those bird’s moments ago to warn me? 
The looming frame comes into focus, and the next scream dies on my lips. 
I know…They never saw a predator like this coming. 
He slinks closer. 
No warning could’ve saved me. He’d catch me no matter what. There’s no hiding 
place from him. 
His gaze seizes mine. Hunger is a pulsing, blood-hot need set deep in hazel eyes. 
He’s an animal. 
A complete animal for me…

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After spending years imagining fictional adventures, Amber finally found a way to turn daydreaming into a productive habit. She now spends her time in a coffee-fuelled adrenaline haze, writing romance with a thriller edge.
She lives with her husband and children in semi-rural Australia, where if she peers outside at the right moment she might just see a kangaroo bounce by.
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Bennett & Elyssia = One Of A Kind Romance 5 Stars


Title: Bennett
The Uncompromising Series
Author: Sybil Bartel
Genre: Romance


Synopsis

Being the drummer for the hottest new rock band should’ve been a dream come true. Sold-out shows, women, more money than I deserved….

But I didn’t want any of it. 

The fame sucked, the money was a burden and I’d given up my one shot at ever having her—my best friend’s sister.

I wasn’t supposed to touch her. My best friend made me swear I wouldn’t. Then he was deployed, and he told me to look out for her. Except being around her while still keeping my distance was slowly killing me. Touring with the band should’ve been the perfect escape… until I screwed up. 

I screwed up so bad, she was half-conscious in my arms, fighting for her life. 

*BENNETT is the fourth stand alone book in the Uncompromising Series*
The Uncompromising Series
TALON
NEIL
ANDRE
BENNETT
CALLAN


Review

 Bennett & Elyssia = One Of A Kind Romance 5 Stars

Sybil Bartel has done it again with this incredible story. Be ready to be sweep up into the story from the beginning. I devoured Bennett and Elyssia’s story. Bennett is one of my favorite books by Sybil. You can’t go wrong with any of the books in this series. 

Bennett is a captivating story of Elyssia ‘Sia’ and Bennett ‘Ben’. They met as teenagers. Elyssia’s brother, Marcus, brought Ben home. Marcus and Ben are best friends. Marcus tells him to stay away from Sia. Sia stays home and takes care of her brother. Marcus has done two tours in the military and is suffering with PTSD. Sia takes care of herself and her brother. She is a very strong, determined and caring person.  

Ben is a famous drummer in a rock band. Ben has domineering personality / alpha. He is sexy with a dirty mouth. Ben can be very sweet and care very much for Sia. 

I adore Bennett. The chemistry between Ben and Sia is very hot. I love with Ben talks all dirty and is bossy. I highly recommend that everyone read and get immersed in Bennett. 

Overall Story – 5 Stars
Chemistry – 5 Stars
POV – Alternating / Dual POVs
Alpha – Yes
HEA – Yes
Recommend to Others – Hell Yes
Cliffhanger – No
Series – Yes book 4, but a Standalone



Author Info


Sybil Bartel is a Contemporary Romance author who writes about Military heroes and Bad Boy rockers. Whether you’re reading her Romantic Suspense, Military Romance or Bad Boy rocker series, all of her heroes are sexy as sin and unapologetically Alpha! 

Sybil lives in South Florida with her handsome tattooed ex-Military husband, her young son and one fury canine.



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Sold To The Gladiators by Jaye Peaches * New Release *


Two Gladiators: One owns her body. The other claims her heart.


Sold To The Gladiators 
Author: Jaye Peaches
Genre: Historical Romance

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Synopsis:

Bethan has served multiple masters since she was captured by a rival clan and sold to the Romans, but nothing could have prepared her for Felix and Rufus. After purchasing Bethan, the two handsome, battle-hardened former gladiators quickly make it clear that she will be shared between them, taken hard and often by them both, and punished sternly for any disobedience.

Having been told by a seer that he must claim a woman from among his own people in order to appease the goddess of fertility, Felix is delighted to stumble upon a girl as beautiful as Bethan, and he is determined to use her as thoroughly as needed to bring blessing on his new estate. Rufus, on the other hand, was never much of a believer in fate, but the moment he sets eyes on Bethan he wants her in his arms… and in his bed. Will she surrender willingly to her new owners’ dominance or spend her days with a bright-red, well-spanked bottom?

Publisher’s Note: Sold to the Gladiators includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

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Excerpt:

Somebody was chasing her. She heard heavy footsteps and breathing.

She stumbled on a root and crashed onto the ground. He loomed over her, planting his boots on either side of her body, trapping her beneath him.

“Bethan!” Rufus exclaimed. “Why are you running away?” A beam of moonlight fell between two trees and lit up his face. He looked surprised more than angry.

She blinked. “I have to,” she said. What else could she say?

“We put our trust in you. We left you unfettered by chains. I… I trusted you. I convinced Felix to buy you. He thought you were a troublemaker, a thief.”

“I’ve not stolen anything,” she said quickly. “Your coins, nothing. I left with nothing.”

“But you are more than nothing, Bethan. You belong to Felix. You stole yourself away and you will have to be punished.” He moved to one side and bending over, grasped her wrist and drew her up.

“Please don’t. I won’t do it again,” she lied. How could she promise to stay when she needed to find Ceadda?

“I don’t believe you.” He held onto her wrist. “I want to believe you, Bethan. Why would you run away?”

“I’m a slave. I want to be free.” She wasn’t lying, but it wasn’t the real reason, and how much could she trust Rufus? Was he as kindly as he seemed?

He drew her closer to him. “You won’t be free until you have served the gods. Come with us and find out what you can achieve with their blessing. You will be honoured and treated with great respect. You might be a slave, but you are special. I know this. Even Felix is now convinced. We watched you come last night and it is a good omen.”

His warm breath bloomed over her face. She wasn’t afraid of him. She wanted his kisses and to feel his arms around her body. What he said excited her and filled her belly with butterflies.

He looped his hand around the back of her neck and angled her head higher. “Why did you run?” He had stunning eyes that caught the moonlight and the pupils reflected it like the mirror she’d seen in Atticus’s chamber.

“I’m ashamed,” she said. Hardly a lie given the way she responded to him.

Rufus laughed softly. “Oh, pretty one, there is no shame in what you can do with your beautiful body. It is why you are so important to us. To me.”

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I’m an author of erotic D/s romances including Amazon bestsellers. All my books contain an element of BDSM, spankings or erotic games of sensual exploration. If you desire a little thrill, something to entice, then please take the time to read one of my books. Thank you!

When not writing, I’m busy spending time with my family, sometimes drawing, cat watching and if good weather allows, which being England is never often enough, I’m pulling up the weeds in my garden.

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Signed by Marni Mann
Release Date: January 25th, 2018
Genre: Erotic Romance

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A one-night stand with James Ryne, the hottest actress in LA, was a night I’d never forget…
James: I can’t stop thinking about you.
                                              Brett: I didn’t know America’s sweetheart was such a dirty girl.
James: It gets better.
                                              Brett: You’re too young for me.
James: Eighteen’s the age of consent.
                                              Brett: The things I want to do to you right now…
James: Are you ever going to tell me who you really are?
                                              Brett: The best you’ve ever had. That’s all you need to know.
James: When are you coming back to LA?
                                                Brett: Next week—and you’d better not be wearing panties.
                                                Brett: What the hell did I just watch?
James: Oh my God, Brett! It’s going viral!
James: My life is ruined. My career. My reputation.
James: Are you there?
James: Will you let me explain?
James: Brett?
                                              Brett: Forget everything I said before. Forget us.


I tried to forget her…until she walked into my office, begging to get signed.  

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🔧 New Release 🔧 Miss Mechanic by Emma Hart

 
 MISS MECHANIC

By Emma Hart

Release Day: Dec 12, 2017

Synopsis:

Two mechanics. One rivalry.

She’ll prove she’s as good as she says she is.

He’ll prove her place isn’t under the hood.

It’s over it.


“Don’t let the bastards get you down.”

For twenty-six years, I lived by my daddy’s motto. Which is why “Mechanic Wanted” is all it takes for me to apply for the job at the garage we once owned.

And I meet the biggest bastard of them all.

Dexter Ryne. Hotter than Hell in July and a firm believer that my place is on reception, taking phone calls and looking pretty. Not getting dirty under the hood of a car.

Determined to prove each other wrong, we make a deal.

I have three weeks to prove my worth as a mechanic. If I don’t, I’m on telephone duty.

If I do, he’ll accept defeat and make my job permanent.

Now, all I have to do is fight my attraction to the cocky little… beep.

Problem is, an engine isn’t the only thing he knows how to make purr…

 Review:


2 Mechanics, 1 Garage = A Sexy, Hilarious & Charming Romance. 

Miss Mechanic is a romance filled with funny, humorous moments and lots of steamy scenes. It has great banter between Jamie and Dex. This story features a different take on mechanics. Miss Mechanic is a wonderful rivals / enemies to lovers book.

Jamie was raised in and around her father’s garage. She has always wanted to be a mechanic and work on cars. After her father’s garage is sold, Jamie is on the hunt for a job. Jamie is a feisty, smart and independent woman. She has a sassy mouth and challenges Dex at every step. Dex agrees to give Jamie a three week after interviewing her. If it doesn’t work out, Dex said that she would become the receptionist. 

The chemistry and sexual tension between Dex and Jamie is scorching hot. I loved these two characters together. This is a highly entertaining read. Miss Mechanic is well written with well developed characters and story. I recommend this sexy, hilarious and charming romance. 

Overall Story – 4 1/2 Stars
Chemistry – 4 1/2 Stars
POV – Alternating / Dual POVs
Recommend to Others – Yes



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 Excerpt:

“Can I help you?” I asked.
He blinked and met my eyes.
“What the hell are you doing over there?” I pushed to stand up straight.
“Right now?” He capped his water bottle. “Well, honestly… I’m just thinking you’d look better over the hood of that car than under it.”
I unhooked the hood and slammed it down, spinning on the balls of my feet.
Our eyes met properly. I didn’t like what I saw in his—desire, attraction, need. Which was obviously why a shiver ran down my spine.
I cocked a hip, putting my hand on it. “The only time you will ever get me over a hood of a car is if a wiper blade needs changing. So, unless you’re a wiper blade…”
Dex pulled his phone from his pocket and started tapping the screen.
I blinked. “What are you doing?”
He peered up at me through his unfairly thick eyelashes. “Seeing if I can get a wiper blade costume for Halloween.”
“I don’t even know how to respond to that.”
“You can buy wiper blade glasses.”
“What?”
He raised his eyebrows. “And a lady here on eBay will hand-make any costume. There’s my Halloween sorted.”
I stared at him. “You’re not getting me over anything, Dex. Definitely not a car hood. No matter what you think.”
He clutched his chest dramatically. “You wound me.”
“Unfortunately not fatally,” I muttered.
“You also underestimate me.”
“There’s a lot of that going around in this garage.” I put the bottle of coolant away.
“Touché.”
“Thank you.”
“Can I ask you something?”
I sighed and turned to face him again. “What?”
Earnestly, he asked, “Can you stop wearing those tiny shorts? Or yoga pants that make me want to touch your ass every five minutes?”
I looked down at the ripped shorts of my dungarees. “Can you keep your thoughts to yourself? Control yourself, maybe? Not look at me and see someone worth screwing?”

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Author Info:

By day, New York Times and USA Today bestselling New Adult author Emma Hart dons a cape and calls herself Super Mum to two beautiful little monsters. By night, she drops the cape, pours a glass of whatever she fancies—usually wine—and writes books.

Emma is working on Top Secret projects she will share with her followers and fans at every available opportunity. Naturally, all Top Secret projects involve a dashingly hot guy who likes to forget to wear a shirt, a sprinkling (or several) of hold-onto-your-panties hot scenes, and a whole lotta love.

She likes to be busy—unless busy involves doing the dishes, but that seems to be when all the ideas come to life.

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