Tuesday, August 18, 2015

Bonded 2 by Sara York

Title: Bonded 2
Author: Sara York
Series: Bond in Love #2
Genre: M/M Romance
Release Date: August 14, 2015
Summary:
Liam Muller’s passion for life, mixed with his abusive past created more problems than Greg Peterson could handle on his own. When the pair meet Chris Edwards, everything changes. Both Greg and Chris keep Liam even, but when Liam’s parents plot his kidnapping, Chris and Greg can do nothing to keep him safe without the help of Chris’s new friend, Agent Samuel Graves.

Samuel is all about the job, but he craves a connection like Liam, Chris, and Greg have. When Sam meets Hudson Radcliff, he’s thrown off balance with attraction. His normally cool demeanor is set aflame with lust and need. Hudson and Sam burn for each other, but their passion is tested when everyone is put in danger.

Chris, and Greg fight Liam’s demons after they are reunited, but Liam’s parents won’t give up without a fight. Three men together may challenge people, but Liam, Chris, and Greg will fight to the end for their love.


     Liam nodded and drew in a deep breath, watching the people move around him. People who looked to be medics took out the younger of the guys who’d been held here. The minutes ticked by, and he wanted to remind Sam he needed to see Greg and Chris, but every time he glanced to Sam, he held up his hand and nodded.
     He was about out of all of his patience when the door to the facility opened and a new group of people walked in. The second man through the door was big, and it didn’t take him more than a second to realize it was Greg. He stood on shaky legs, tears streaming down his face. Greg was crying too and so was Chris.
     “Greg.” Liam fell into open arms, trusting Greg would catch him. He wasn’t disappointed as Greg wrapped his arms around him and held him tight. He felt lips pressed against his face and neck, and then he felt more arms around him. Chris was beside them. His heart swelled so much, he wondered if his chest could contain it. He couldn’t stop the flow of tears as he held Greg. His men had saved him. They hadn’t forgotten about him.
     “Okay, it’s time to head out.” Sam was standing right beside them, his gaze serious. “The locals have been alerted to what’s going on. We need the three of you to head to the airport. Greg and Chris, your bags are already in a car and on the way there. There is some grumbling from local law enforcement that they want to arrest Liam. We can’t let them get Liam back into their custody. Let’s move out, now.”
     Liam held Greg’s hand and then reached out for Chris’s. All three of them settled in the backseat of the car Sam led them to, Liam in the middle, sandwiched between his lovers. Sam slid behind the wheel and another man sat in the passenger seat. Liam looked from Greg to Chris and back to Greg, his emotions rising to the surface again.
     Chris placed his hand on Liam’s knee and squeezed. It felt amazing to be back with his men. There was so much to tell them, and yet he couldn’t say anything. He thought he’d be able to speak before they made it to the airport, but tension and fear held him in check. If the cops caught up to them, they might arrest him.
     It took them more than thirty minutes to arrive. Once there, Sam led them into a small terminal.
     “This isn’t the right place, is it?” Liam asked. “It was bigger when I flew in.”
     “We’re flying private. You’ll be in Virginia in a couple of hours. Greg, Chris, your luggage is already stowed below. Liam, if we find anything that belongs to you, we’ll return it. I’ll be in contact with you in the next few days, and I’ll probably be sending a few photos of things we don’t have to hold and see if they’re yours. Some items may be used as evidence and you won’t get it back for a while.”
     “Okay,” Liam whispered.
     “Hey,” Sam held out his hand. “I swear you’ll be protected. I’ve discussed some options with Greg and Chris. When I fly home, I’ll meet with you and discuss those with you.”
     He nodded as he shook Sam’s hand before moving next to Greg, seeking comfort. During takeoff, he had to be strapped into his own seat, but once they were flying, he unstrapped and crawled onto Greg’s lap. Chris moved to the seat he’d been occupying. He leaned forward and kissed Chris, tears forming in his eyes as he realized it all could have gone much worse. He was only at that shitty place for a little over a day. If he’d been there for weeks or longer, he knew he wouldn’t be the same person.
     The kiss ended and he sat back, resting his head against Greg’s shoulder. Both Chris and Greg held him, giving him comfort. He fell asleep quickly and woke as they were starting their descent for landing.
     “You have to strap in,” Greg said as he helped Liam move to the seat he’d been in earlier.
     Liam found Chris in the row opposite them and reached over as Greg fastened his seatbelt. He held hands with Chris and Greg, not wanting to lose his connection with either one of them. The plane touched down and he let out a sigh. Now life could get back to normal, at least he hoped it could.



Author Bio:
Writing is Sara's life. The stories fight to get out, often leaving her working on four or five books at once. She can't help but write. Along with her writing addiction she has a coffee addiction. Some nights, the only reason she stops writing and goes to sleep is for the fresh brewed coffee in the morning.

Sara enjoys writing twisted tales of passion, anger, and love with a good healthy dose of lust thrown in for fun. Almost a quarter of a century ago Sara met her lover, falling for him after knowing him for ten minutes. Sara's passion for him comes out in her stories, mixing with her passion for life, love, and good times, flowing onto the page and becoming tales from the heart.


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Release Day Blitz: #Poser by Cambria Hebert

Title: #Poser
Author: Cambria Hebert
Series; The Hashtag #5
Genre: New adult college romance 
Release date: August 18, 2015
Cover Design: Mae I Design
Summary:
Posers gonna pose

I am a man who had nothing, but found everything.

I’ll never go back to nothing ever again.

I vowed to protect her, and that’s exactly what I’m gonna do.

The pictures I stumbled upon haunt me still, the secret I shoulder is heavy.

They say secrets put distance between two people, but the truth is far more destructive than keeping it will ever be.

I won’t ever tell. She can’t ever know.

When I look in the mirror my reflection is of who I’m afraid I’ll become and not the man I am.

It makes me feel like a poser, no better than all the others pretending to be exactly who they aren’t.

How does a man keep it together when everything is unraveling right here in his hands?

I didn’t start any of this.

I never asked for it.

But it came knocking at my door.

When secrets and threats knock, I don’t hide.

I open the door.

Because the best way to take down a poser is to be one.


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Cambria Hebert is a bestselling novelist of more than twenty books. She went to college for a bachelor’s degree, couldn’t pick a major and ended up with a degree in cosmetology. So rest assured her characters will always have good hair. She currently resides in North Carolina with her children (human and furry) and her husband, who is a United States Marine.

Beside’s writing Cambria loves a caramel latte, staying up late, sleeping in and watching movies. She considers math human torture and has an irrational fear of chickens (yes, chickens). You can often find her running on the treadmill (she’d rather be eating a donut), painting her toenails (because she bites her fingernails), or walking her chorkie (because her dog runs her house).

Cambria has written within the young adult and new adult genres, penning many paranormal and contemporary titles. Her favorite genre to read and write is romantic suspense. A few of her most recognized titles are: Text, Torch, Tryst, Masquerade and Recalled.

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Ryan's Love by CA Harms

Title: Ryan's Love
Author: CA Harms
Series: Sawyer Brothers #1
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: August 11, 2015
Summary:
One of the hardest things I have ever had to do was bury my wife.

The second hardest thing would be watching my 12 year old daughter fall to her knees as they lowered her mother into the ground to rest.

A heart wrenching vision that will forever be etched in my mind.

Claire was my best friend, she had been since we were barely old enough to talk. I always knew, one day, I would marry her. I think I may have even told her that a few times while we were growing up.

Never did I think I would lose her so suddenly.

I knew at that moment…
Our life would never be the same again…


“Come on, Bailey, why don’t you let me get you home? You’re gonna feel like shit in the morning, sweetheart.” Jackson stood up and took a step toward her, holding out his hand.

“Oh please, Jack, you need to just chill out and take a Viagra. I’m fine, and I’m not ready to leave.”

Everyone froze, staring at Bailey intently. Had she truly meant to say that, or was that a drunk slipup?

Jackson leaned in and placed one hand on each arm of her chair, then lowered himself until his face was only inches from hers. “I can reassure you, baby, I can go all night long, and I don’t need a little blue pill to make that possible.”

She tilted her head back and looked up at him with a puzzled expression.

He smiled and licked his lower lip, and the way he looked at Bailey, showing sure signs of lust, was causing me to feel a little overheated. Jackson’s sexual energy seemed to flow off him in waves. He never tried to hide it, and he sure as hell didn’t care who was around when he decided to lay it on even thicker.

His lips were so close to hers that it looked as if he was going to kiss her. Instead, he murmured, “When you’re not so drunk, I’ll show you just how long I can go. I’m pretty damn sure I can outlast you, sweetheart.”

Bailey turned her head in my direction, suddenly looking a little more sober than she had three minutes ago. Our gazes locked, and her eyes widened just a little. “I meant to say Valium,” she whispered in horror.





Author Bio:
C.A. Harms is like any other addicted reader. She enjoys happy endings and HEA love stories. She hasn't always been a lover of Romance and had once been addicted to a good Mystery. Just recently she has taken on a new liking and now is a full blown Romance novel addict.

She lives in Illinois and enjoys spending time with her husband and two children. You will always find her with her kindle or paperback in hand as it is her favorite pass time.


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The Amber Voyeur by Ravyn Rayne

Title: The Amber Voyeur
Author: Ravyn Rayne
Series: Gem Apocalypse #2
Genre: Erotic Romance, Dystopia
Release Date: July 20, 2015
Publisher: Blushing Books
Summary:
No longer safe in Brayleigh, Aria and James travel by ship to find refuge and discover what’s left of the world.

Dangerous seas and pirates lurking are only the start of their troubles. Forced off the boat with nothing but the clothes on their back, the crew and passengers make it to a nearby island, only to be abducted by the Knight Tribe, a clan of romantic warriors with a voyeuristic culture and a taste for nightly entertainment.

Get swept away in this dystopian erotic adventure, brimming with romance, spankings, and betrayal.


“Hey!” Aria shouted, not that it did anything to stop their fighting.

“Enough!” James’s voice echoed in the confined space.

The men let go of one another and stood, dusting off the dirt caked to their skin.

A gentleman with red hair and blue eyes stepped toward Aria. He’d been one of the three fighting, a crewmember on the ship. “Do you know what they’re having us do?” he asked.

“No,” Aria said, glancing back at the die lying on the floor. Aria rolled the large die slightly with her hand. It stood up to her waist in height, though it felt lighter than it looked. She’d never seen a die quite so large. Who made it?

“The festival tonight is entertainment for the commander and the tribe. She’s choosing two from the pit and they’ll have to do whatever the die says.”

Aria swallowed nervously as she further examined the giant die. One side showed two people battling with swords. Aria frowned, turning the die onto another side, it revealed a pictograph of two men with guns in a shoot-out. That wouldn’t end well for someone. Her heart skipped a beat, and she rolled the die onto another side, covering her lips in surprise. Was that a paddle? Her cheeks burned and she took a step back from the die.

James didn’t appear nearly as affected as Aria from the news. He stepped forward, resting his hand on her lower back. “Do we know who has been elected for the festival?”

Kali shook her head. “The commander chooses two worthy opponents from the pit of invaders and mainlanders. Seeing as how the mainlanders have assimilated or died,” Kali said, clearing her throat, “it’s safe to say that one of you that has not been chosen by a tribe member, will be selected.”




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Ravyn is a sassy, fun-loving, and adventure-seeking young woman. She loves to travel and can’t wait for her next vacation, wherever it might be.

Ravyn writes romantic erotica. She began writing romance novels in college, spending her down time either reading a book or writing fiction. Please don’t make her choose between the two, she loves them equally.

Although BURNING DESIRE is her debut romantic erotica novel, it is not her first published book. She has been published professionally since 2013.


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Author: Ainsley Booth
Genre: Erotic Romance
Release Date: August 18, 2015

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Summary:
Warning: This is just the start. This doesn't end well. And it's going to get much worse before it ever gets better. 

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I push her buttons. I want to push them in the good way. Dirty, up-against-the-wall, my-hand-in-her-pants kind of way.

But that’s not possible, because I’m dark and she’s light, and we both know it.

So I push her buttons in the bad way, making her hate me.

Hailey: 
If a genie granted me three wishes, I’d ask for Cole Parker to never look at me again, that I’d forget the dark promise in his eyes, and that just once, before he vanished from my life completely, that he’d push me up against a wall and make me scream.

Then I’d go wash my mouth out with soap.

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“Hailey.” His voice roughs up a bit as he says my name, and I turn around. He’s not as close as I thought—a solid three feet of empty space sits between us, but he’s leaning forward just a bit, and it’s enough to make me shiver. He lifts his phone, all business again. “I called you twice this morning, so I know you’ve got my number. But you didn’t answer.” He swears under his breath. “Use it. We don’t need to talk, you can just text me. But don’t leave this apartment alone, or there will be hell to pay.”

“That’s ridiculous.”

“And right there, that’s why I think you’re crazy.”

“Well, I think you’re crazy for thinking you can somehow determine that there will be ‘hell to pay’.” My voice raises toward the end of that, because fuck it, I’m back to being mad again. “Did you stop for a second and think that maybe you think I’m crazy and a distraction and whatever else because I don’t play your fucking Men in Black games? But news flash, buddy—that’s not my world. I’m not a celebrity, and I’m not a politician. I’m just Hailey Reid, who had the misfortune to be born into a fucked up family. I’m smart enough to see the problems that raises, and for the last time, I’ll be a good girl, okay?”

My chest is heaving as I finish my stupid tirade, and all of a sudden I realize he’s breathing hard, too. He’s glaring at me, like my words wound him up but good, and then he’s in front of me, right in front. Close enough I can smell his cologne and the bare skin beneath it, and then I feel him. It’s weird that I don’t feel him first, because he’s pressed hard against my body, arms bracketing me against the counter on either side of my hips. But once I do, I can’t not feel him. All of him. And he’s big, and hard, and definitely turned on, which I don’t expect. Oh, sweet mother of all that is holy…

“Cole—” I breathe, and he cuts me off.

“When I say you’re a distraction, I mean I can’t get you out of my fucking head. I wonder what the inside of your mouth tastes like and if you’d pull my hair when I go down on you.”

“No.” My voice has dropped to a bare whisper, because holy fuck and how is that possible?

“Yes,” he growls, and I make a noise that sounds suspiciously like a whimper. This is a disaster. It’s one thing for me to covet Cole from a distance. He’s beautiful. It’s something completely different for him to want me.

For a second, I revel in that. I let my mind go blank and roll around in what it’s like for Cole—of the mad driving skills, angry thousand-yard stare, and legendary reputation for all manner of dangerously delicious things—to have a hard-on for me. It’s better than a million dollars, and for the rest of my life, I’m going to remember this moment when someone that out of my league pressed his cock against my belly and growled at me.

But in the next second, I remember all the reasons this is a bad idea. When I’m not looking at him, I don’t like Cole. And I can’t kiss someone I don’t like. I definitely can’t rub up against them like a cat in heat. And right now, he should be doing something else. Getting my sister out of trouble, for example. And then after that, he probably has a hot date with a supermodel.

I plant my hand firmly in the middle of his chest and push.

He doesn’t move.

“Cole…” Damnit. My voice is not on board with the whole tell him no plan. Instead it does a very uncharacteristic breathy sigh thing that sounds like a completely fake admonishment that’s not-so-secretly an invitation to be bad. Very, very bad.

There are a lot of layers to how fucked up my feelings about this moment are.

“I know,” he rasps. “Just…shut up for a minute.”

He drops his face toward my neck, and as he inhales next to my ear, my insides light on fire, like his breath is a lit match and my blood has been replaced with gasoline. No one has ever done that before, and I want him to do it again, consequences be damned.

Saying my name on a long, slow exhale, he drags his cheek against mine, lining up our faces.

Shut up for a minute. How the hell does that line work on me?

Because it totally worked. Like panty-melting magic. My nipples are tight, my breasts heavy, and my thighs ache.

“This isn’t a thing, got it?” He grinds out the words, his lips now perilously close to mine.

I can’t handle whatever is going on, not straight up, so I get lippy. It’s my way. “Yes. Totally forgotten already. This is nothing.”

“It’s not fucking nothing, Hailey. Jesus.” He pulls back just enough to look at me. Great, now I’ve said the wrong thing and he isn’t going to kiss me. Which should be the right call, but damn, my body is protesting. “It just can’t be more than this.” He drops his gaze to my mouth, and that look feels almost as good as a kiss. It’s deep and probing and hungry.

I don’t like Cole. But I do like his hungry gaze.

I think I like it a lot. So I lick my lips.



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Ainsley Booth is a reader and writer who loves the romance heroes in her Kindle almost as much as the ones in her head and her heart. Hate Fuck is her first erotic romance serial.

She also writes sexy small town and military romances as Zoe York.



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