Monday, September 14, 2015

Excerpt Reveal!!!! Sins of Sevin-- Penelope Ward!!!!


 
 



From New York Times bestselling author Penelope Ward, comes a new forbidden STANDALONE romance releasing September 21st! 

 

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SINS OF SEVIN EXCERPT

Copyright © 2015 by Penelope Ward

 

As he gulped down the water, I watched his Adam’s apple moving up and down. I used the opportunity to glance over his sweaty body up close. The top of his underwear was sticking out of his jeans. The smell of him was intoxicating, a mix of cut wood, sweat and cologne. I thought about our talk the other night, how he’d confessed his sexual history. As much as it disturbed me, knowing he’d used that body to give a woman pleasure made me weak with desire. I could only imagine what that would feel like with him.

Elle would find out.

I was still looking down at his abs when he said, “Thank you.” My eyes immediately shot up to meet his incendiary stare.

He’d caught me checking him out.  

“You’re welcome.”

His mouth curved into a smile as he handed me back the glass. “How have you been? I haven’t seen you much this week.”

“Yeah. I’ve been busy.”

“I have something for you,” he blurted out in a way that indicated he was anxiously waiting to say it.

“For me?”

“Yeah. Wait here, okay?”

Sevin ran over to where his truck was parked and grabbed something out of the open window.

He returned to where I was standing and handed me a CD.

“What is it?”

“If you like the Smiths, you’ll like some of the songs on here. I included a few Smiths songs—the ones from your favorite album, but there’s also The Lemonheads, The Pixies…and Pulp.”

“You made this?”

“Yeah. I made it for myself and burned you a copy.”

“Thanks.”

He looked me straight in the eyes and said, “Number ten is my favorite.” Then, he walked away.

I immediately took it back to my room and dusted off my old portable CD player.

Lying down on my bed with the sun streaming in, I drowned out the world and listened to every song. When it got to number ten, I paid special attention, knowing he’d specifically called that one out.

The name of the song was Like a Friend. I later found out it was by Pulp. With each lyric, my eyes became heavier until they welled up in tears. The words described to a tee exactly how I’d been feeling about him. The singer was shouting out all his feelings about his friend, that she was everything he shouldn’t want, everything that was bad for him, but yet he couldn’t stop wanting her. He’d take what he could get even if that just meant being friends. Every single line spoke to me. It was the first time I realized that maybe I wasn’t alone in my torment. This situation—whatever was happening between us—was taking a toll on him, too.

I must have listened to the song five times before I went over to the window and looked down at him. At one point, he finally looked up and noticed me. He squinted his eyes to see me through the glare of the sun. I still had my headphones on. He knew I had heard number ten. The look on his face when our eyes locked only confirmed that number ten wasn’t just a song. It was his way of speaking to me.

 

 


 

Blurb

 

What happens when the one you want is the only one you can't have?

 

My name is Sevin.

 

Homeschooled and sheltered by my ultra-religious family, I was always taught that lust was a sin.

 

Elle was the girl who'd been carefully chosen for me.

 

After a long-distance courtship, I'd be moving into her family's guesthouse so that we could get to know each other in the months before the wedding.

 

Boundaries were set: no inappropriate touching, no kissing, no sex before marriage.

 

I'd accepted those rules and my fate.

 

Until I met the one I wanted to sin with.

 

That was when restraint became a problem...especially since THE ONE wasn't Elle.

 

It was her sister, Evangeline.

 

You know what they say about best laid plans.

 

My name is Sevin, and I have sinned.

 

Told in alternating points of view, Sins of Sevin is a full-length standalone novel. Contains graphic sexual content and harsh language. Only appropriate for adult readers age 18+.

 

 
 
 
 

Meet Penelope Ward



 

Penelope Ward is a New York Times, USA Today and Wall Street Journal Bestselling author. She grew up in Boston with five older brothers and spent most of her twenties as a television news anchor, before switching to a more family-friendly career. She is the proud mother of a beautiful 10-year-old girl with autism and a 9-year-old boy. Penelope and her family reside in Rhode Island.

         


 

 

Other books from Penelope Ward

 

Cocky Bastard



 

Stepbrother Dearest





 

Gemini





 

Jake Undone (Jake #1)





 

My Skylar





 

Jake Understood (Jake #2)






 

Saturday, September 5, 2015

Blog Tour!!! Thick Love-- Eden Butler!!!



Title: Thick Love (Thin Love, #2)
Author: Eden Butler
Genre: NA | Contemporary Romance
Release Date: August 31, 2015
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Synopsis

He doesn’t ask their names.
He doesn’t deserve to know them.
Ransom Riley Hale’s friends think his life is charmed: first string as a freshman on a championship-winning college football team. A father with two Super Bowl rings. A mother with platinum albums and multiple Grammies under her belt. But that brilliant shine on the surface hides the darkness beneath; it’s all Ransom has ever known.
Despite the shadows he walked in, once there was a blinding light fracturing the darkness. It brought the promise of hope and happiness. He’d been careless, filled with pride and stupidity and lost that light. Ripped it from the world.
Now, the shadows are dimming again. Aly King surges into his life threatening to pull him from the darkness. She is everything Ransom can never be again. Her light feels too warm, promises him that there is more waiting for him beyond the shadows.
But the shadows are relentless, resurfacing when he thinks he is safe, and Ransom knows he must keep Aly from them too before he pulls her down into the darkness with him.

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MY REVIEW FOR THICK LOVE:
I really don't understand it with this one, but I just cannot give it 5 stars. I LOVE Eden Butler, I mean everything about her work. I've read them all, and fell in love with each one. But for some reason, Ransom and Aly just didn't do it for me. 
It took me a long time to get involved with them, unlike Kiera and Kona, who were immediately ingrained in my heart. Ransom and Aly were not. I just couldn't find myself clicking with them. I loved Aly. Straight up, loved her. Hands down, a perfect match for someone like Ransom. She was this tough cookie who had already faced a crappy life, even before she met him, which gave her the perfect tools to be able to take on his demons. And demons they were. I'm not sure if I've seen someone carry around so much misplaced guilt before. At the same time my heart broke for Ransom and the pain he felt, I wanted to shake him to remind him that it was all an accident, and he was still alive. Even if he wasn't living.
We do get to see something in this book that we didn't in Thin Love, and that's Kona being a father. A true father- one who deals with the pain and grief that his kid endures, all while supporting him to his best ability and always reminding him of how loved he is. It really just makes you fall even harder for Kona Hale, even if this isn't his book. 
Now, the other reason for my 4 star rating, is simply due to the ending of the book. While I understand that Eden has decided to make theirs a two part story, I still felt unsettled after reading the epilogue here. At the end of the last chapter, all was well with Aly and Ransom, and it appeared that they were in for the long haul. The book could have stopped there, but it didn't. There was this epilogue, which skips ahead several years. Years that obviously changed these two, and caused what they had to fall apart. I need those years. Better yet, I needed them to have not even happened. But, I'm not the writer, so I have to just sit tight and wait for 2016, to see what Eden has up her sleeve. Hopefully she won't let me down. But, then again, she never does. 


Thick Love – Excerpt

“Dance with me,” I said. He only stared up at me blankly.
“I don’t feel like practicing.”
“I’m not asking you to practice. I’m asking you to dance.”
Ransom’s body stiffened when I picked up his hand, but he didn’t fight me. “Just be here with me. Me and you and the music.”
We came together in the center of my living room with that slow, soothing music wrapping around us. There was no Kizomba, no prequel to a seduction we both wanted to avoid. There was just Ransom bending low, arms around me, hand taking mine to hold against his chest. After a few seconds, the tension lessened, and his body did not feel as rigid. It felt peaceful, and safe, and simple—just two people, holding each other, swaying to the music.
His mouth hovered near my forehead and as we moved together with no form or practiced steps, Ransom’s grip on my waist got tighter. “I wish I could breathe again. I want that so bad.” The words were whispered, low.
I closed my eyes, reminding myself that I couldn’t touch him.
“Ransom. You can.”
He looked down at me and right then I saw just how lost he was. This realization didn’t come from flippant comments he made to me or desperate excuses I overheard him make. It was all there right in his eyes—the loneliness, the pain, as though each mistake he’d made was etched into the rise of his cheekbones and the worried, faint lines on his forehead. He was still drifting; he had been drifting for so damn long.
The pain in his eyes drew me in. There was nothing I could say that would make his hurt lessen. There was nothing that would take him from the lingering sorrow he’d created for himself. So I didn’t speak, didn’t give him advice I knew he’d never take. I just watched Ransom’s eyes, and felt the slow way he moved. And then with my hand on the back of his neck, I pulled his face towards me, I took his lips, kissing him, pouring into that kiss everything I’d held back from him since we first met.
This is who I am. This is what I want. That voice came from someplace hidden and secret inside me.
It was minutes, minutes of nothing but my mouth on his, nothing but two people finding solace in each other, before
I realized I’d messed up.
He didn’t seem to want me to pull away, but didn’t stop me when I did. Shaking my head, I smoothed the collar on his shirt, unable to look at him. “I’m…modi, Ransom, I’m sorry.”
Ransom pulled my chin up and smoothed his thumb over my cheek, down the slope of my chin before he returned his attention to my eyes. “I don’t think I am.”
It was a moment I thought I’d always wanted. Him looking at me like I was real, like he saw me, finally saw me. I’d seen that look once before, just as Ransom whispered my name and kissed me over and over the first time. It wasn’t the look of someone hopeless. It was open and raw and I realized right then that I’d give anything for Ransom to never stop looking at me.
But this was against our rules. This wasn’t how we were supposed to be. I took his hand, thought of pulling it away from my face but didn’t have the strength, liked how it felt on my face too much. “Friends don’t kiss, Ransom.”
A small nod, and his eyes narrowed. His grip around me tightened. The music around us swelled. “No, they don’t,” he said, still touching my face, inching closer and I knew, right then, he was definitely not my friend.


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About Eden Butler

Eden Butler PicEden Butler is an editor and writer of New Adult Romance and SciFi and Fantasy novels and the nine-times great-granddaughter of an honest-to-God English pirate. This could explain her affinity for rule breaking and rum. Her debut novel, a New Adult, Contemporary (no cliffie) Romance, “Chasing Serenity” launched in October 2013 and quickly became an Amazon bestseller.

When she’s not writing or wondering about her possibly Jack Sparrowesque ancestor, Eden edits, reads and spends way too much time watching rugby, Doctor Who and New Orleans Saints football.

She is currently imprisoned under teenage rule alongside her husband in southeast Louisiana.

Please send help.

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Friday, September 4, 2015

Cover Reveal!!! Dear Professor-- Blaire Drake!!!


Alright y'all, December is about to get a hell of a lot hotter!!! Look what Blaire Drake is giving us in just a few short weeks!!!!




Dear Professor,

Does it bother you that you’re ten years older than me?
Have you ever thought it’s wrong that you watched me fuck another guy on camera for months?
What do you want from me, really? All I wanted was my letter of recommendation, but now I’m stuck, aren’t I? Stuck under your thumb… And your body.
From cam girl to personal whore, and all by the age of twenty-one. You’ve got me good, haven’t you?
But guess what? I can play too. Grab the polish, because I’ve found your skeleton, and it's time to dust.
I’ll see you in class.
Oh and, Sir? I’m not wearing any panties.

Love, Darcy
P.s. you’re an asshole. 

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Blaire Drake is a pseudonym for a New York Times bestselling author who wanted to let her kinky side out after dark.
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Thursday, September 3, 2015

Cover Reveal!!! Bastard-- Coco Cadence!!!



I just love looking at this beauty!! Not to mention, the synopsis looks good too!!  ;)


Title: Bastard: A Stepbrother Romance
Author: Coco Cadence
Genre: Erotic Romance
Cover Design: Booming Covers 
 Release Date: September 16, 2015


Blurb

I’m a f*cking bastard.
I f*ck girls to forget about her.
She’s the girl I’m not supposed to want … my step-sister.
She hates me for what I’ve done.
I ruined her life.

Now I’m a Motocross racer. A winner. A player. A bastard.
But being a bastard comes with bad press.
Lucky for me Emily is a PR agent.

When she comes to work for me, I’ll make her remember why she once wanted me too.
She can’t say no … she needs me to keep her job, and I need her to f*ck me.

One way or another, she will be mine again.






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“See?” I hold up the towel, staring straight into his eyes, so I can stop myself from accidentally letting my eyes wander off toward … I don’t know.

He cocks his head and smiles. “Wow, I did not expect that from you, sis.”

“I’m not your sis, Chris.” I dangle the towel in front of him. “Want this back? Say you won’t call me that again.”

Instead of admitting defeat, he takes another step in my direction, catching me off guard. “Oh, no, you can keep it. I feel perfectly fine like this. With the exception of one thing.” He takes another step, making me lean back as far as I can without giving up my space and showing him that I am actually avoiding coming into contact with him. Who knows what will happen when he touches me. Actually, I do, and it isn’t good. It’s wrong. So wrong …

“You,” he growls, and then he puts his arm around my back and pulls me in.

I can feel his length against my pants, and I hope I didn’t dream it up that I feel it growing. Holy fuck.

“Chris!” I shout.

“What? Afraid?” he muses, leaning in with a smirk to taunt me.

“Get off me.”

“You used to beg me to do the opposite,” he says, biting his lip, which sends a bolt of heat through my veins. Why does he always have to be so vexing?

“You’re just playing me,” I say, unwrapping myself from his arms.

“No, I’m not, but you are.”

“Stop with the semantics.” I throw the towel back at him. “And put this on. I’d rather not get another dick slap.”

He laughs. “Guess that makes me the winner of this little bet.”

“There’s no bet here,” I say. “No game. Just me proving that I’m fine with being your PR rep.”

“Of course, you are …”

“Hey, do you want me to do this or not?” I ask, raising a brow. He wraps the towel around his waist again, which makes it easier for me to breathe. “Hell yeah, I want you.”






Author Bio

Coco Cadence is an erotic romance writer, who loves cocky heroes and smartass heroines. She adores happy ever after’s as much as her fans do, and she will never stop writing them. In her free time she enjoys reading a good book, playing with her cute dogs, and spending quality time with her soon-to-be husband, but you can always find her drifting off into her mind to think of new stories.



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