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Friday, June 8, 2018

Cut Loose by Julia Wolf

Title: Cut Loose

Series: The Sublime

Author: Julia Wolf

Genre: Rom/Com

Release Date: May 31, 2018

He was the worst she ever had, so why can't she get him out of her head?

Francisca Rivera— call her Frannie, please— says what she means and takes what she wants. Six months ago, all it took was one look at James, the gorgeous, bearded man pouring drinks at her favorite bar, and she had to have him in her bed.

To say she had been disappointed would be the biggest understatement in the history of all understatements. James was a no good, very bad lay.

But there is just something about James' quiet, steady manner and the way he's always watching her at the bar— like she's something special— that keeps her wanting.

Frannie is wild and free with an aversion to relationships. James is soft-spoken and shy with a tendency to be reclusive. Can two opposites meet somewhere in the middle and take a second chance at their first time?

(AUTHORS PAGE)

"Julia lives in Maryland with her patient husband and three crazy beautiful kids. When she's not writing, momming, or watching Real Housewives, she's reading a book. Julia's a lover of all things romance. From sweet, to funny, to steamy, to so dirty you'll blushing for days, she reads (and writes!) it all."

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Explicit by Ava Harrison

Title: Explicit

Author: Ava Harrison

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Date: June 8, 2018
Release Day Special $2.99

Pierce Lancaster is bad news.

Spoiled.

Entitled.

Sexy as —

He’s exactly what I don’t want in my life. What I don't need.

I’m not the girl he knew before.

I’ve changed.

But he hasn’t.

He’s trouble filled with empty promises.

I’ve come too far to fall back.

Yet I can’t seem to stay away.

I can’t say no.

I am addicted to Pierce Lancaster.

“Hey, I never got a taste,” Pierce exclaims.

“Oops.” I smile innocently. “There’s none left. Maybe next time.”

Before I know it, he’s leaning into me. Into my personal space, he’s so close I’m dizzy. Our gazes are locked. My breath comes out ragged and harsh from being this close to him. What is he doing?

He answers my unspoken question by taking my hand in his. My heart hammers heavily in my chest as it lifts. The feel of his fingers on me is hot and heady, the memories that are imprinted on my mind resurfacing to the forefront of my brain. I remember everything.

We stare at each other.

Neither speaking.

The seconds pass, but it feels like everything is on pause as I wait to see what he will do. The boys talking in the background is a steady buzz against the pounding in my chest.

He lifts.

Thud.

Closer.

Thud.

His tongue juts out, and he swipes the tip of my finger where the cream from the filling has collected. Before I can think, he places it in his mouth and eats the rest.

“Ewwwww,” rings out through the room. The sound of the boys gagging pulls me out of my haze.

“What are you doing?”

“Having dessert.” He winks. His emerald green eyes twinkling with mischief.

He’s too close. Too damn close. I remember what his lips feel like against my skin. Decadent. Like the first bite of a macaron.

Sinful.

I need to get away.