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Monday, January 21, 2019

Blood and Chaos by S.M. Soto





Title: Blood and Chaos

Series: Chaos #2
Author: S.M. Soto
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release Date: January 21, 2019



Blurb


She was the puppet.
He pulled the strings.
Now the death toll is rising, what could this mean?
It was all a game. Of feelings. Of pain.
Death is just an illusion, or so they say.
She was just a pawn on a piece of his demented board. But
there’s only one question left to settle the score…Can dead people really stay
dead? 

We thought the games were over...but they’ve only just begun.








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Author Bio




S.M. Soto was born
and raised in Northern California where she currently resides with her son. Her
love for reading began when she was a young girl, and has only continued to
grow into adulthood. S.M. lives for reading books in the romance genre and
writing novels with relatable characters. She refers to herself as a bit of a
romance junkie. S.M. loves to connect with readers and eat copious of donuts
that will surely lead to her demise (carbs are life). 




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Trapped by Fate on Reckless Roads by MariaLisa deMora








Title: Trapped by Fate on Reckless Roads


Series: Neither This Nor That, #4


Author:  MariaLisa deMora


Genre: MC Romance


Release Date: January 21, 2019



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Synopsis


“Got your back,” is more than a saying in Retro’s world.
Standing united as a club is a given, and loyalty is held as a standard of
brotherhood. Forgiveness for transgressions, however, does not come easily, or
ever in some cases. Retro’s only demand for his brothers is honor and
integrity, and his belief is that everything else will fall into place behind
those qualities. He is not wrong.

In the rough realm of bikers, there are no shortcuts to win a
place among the old guard. It’s a world where respect can only be earned, trust
is painfully gained, and loyalty will be fiercely returned.

Jerry Rogers lived his life bound to those firm tenets which
anchored his brotherhood. MHL&R was more than a patch on a leather cut, it
ran thick as blood through Retro’s veins as he worked to better things for his
club, and family.

Locked for years in a loveless marriage, Retro still found a
sense of pleasure and peace knowing he’d at least always done his best to
buffer their children from his single mistake.

Confronted by evidence that what happened in the past wouldn’t
remain quietly buried any longer, Retro embarks on what might become his most
important journey down memory lane. One that can only end in blood…and death.

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"MariaLisa deMora always touches my heart with her words.... She gives her characters a voice that I can hear and feel" - Rosa Sharon, iScream Books Blog

"Trina and Retro are up in some of my top couples I love that this writer has shared." - Fran Zoch, Little Shop of Readers

"Trapped by Fate on Reckless Roads is another testament to what an incredible writer MariaLisa deMora is. Her storytelling always exceeds my expectations and I consider her a Queen of character development." - Naughty Mom Story Time

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EXCERPT 




Beginning


Jeremiah Rogers angled his body away from the other person in
the room, shifted his gaze to the window, and caught sight of the reflection of
his own face. Gaunt and aged in ways he hadn't been a year ago, he stared into
the echo of his eyes.

Without turning, he said, “I can’t offer an excuse, because
there isn’t one. I won’t insult you by saying it never meant anything, because
you know how I am. You’ve always known how I felt about her. She...” Here he
paused, at a loss for words for so long his soon-to-be ex-wife stirred
restlessly, the fabric of her jeans making a shirring noise as her legs crossed
and re-crossed. The mattress groaned softly, a sound that had often been heard
in this room in years past, and one that made guilt dig its hooks a little
deeper into him because it had masked their lie.

Her silence drove him forwards. At this point, they’d been
talking so long he was ready to just have it over with. “I knew when I took you
to my bed we’d wed. Your father wouldn’t have allowed anything less. I also—”
He turned and saw her tear-streaked face looking at him out of the shadows.
They’d been talking so long the sunset had stripped the color from the room,
leaving everything in banded shades of gray and beige. He swallowed and pushed
ahead, needing to have all the secrets laid bare. “I also know you didn’t love
me then. We’ve made it work all these years, because neither of us wanted
more.” Retro shook his head. “I’m no longer content to live this way.”

“What’s changed?”

“You know what’s changed, Wanda.” She was smart, and he
suspected she’d already put two-and-two together. He was done living like this,
forcing himself through the days and avoiding the nights. Her lack of follow-up
on her question told him he was right.

“What about our kids, Jerry? How will we tell them?”

At her words, he pulled in the deepest breath he’d taken in
days, because with two sentences she’d aligned herself at his side. She knew
the lay of the land. She’d always known they weren’t a love match. It was one
of the things that made her so bitter towards his brother Isaiah, because he’d
found his love. Gone now for too many years, but Isaiah had kept his Hope’s
love alive in how he was raising their children. Wanda had tried to drive a
rift between the brothers over it. Unsuccessfully.

“Nelda won’t be surprised.” Their daughter was always putting
together unexpected puzzles, and from the sadness she’d borne in the past
months, Jerry knew Nelda had seen how he’d been pulling away from her mother.
“Boys will follow her lead.” He lifted his hands and scrubbed across his face.
“I never meant—”

“You’re not the only one to stray, Jerry.” Wanda’s declaration
took him by surprise and his palms were still pressed to his cheeks as he
jerked and looked at her. “I haven’t been happy for years.”

His blood started to boil and he dropped his fists to his
hips, staring down his nose at her for a moment. Then he laughed once, a
humorless bark of noise meant to keep him from saying things best left unsaid,
and he turned back to the window, their dimmed and blurred reflections now
highlighted by a deep blackness. “Since it all happened years before you came
to my bed, I wouldn’t actually classify it as strayin’, Wanda. Can you say they
were important to you at least?” He’d had suspicions once or twice, but Wanda
had been so…blameless. Every time he’d thought to bring up the idea of
separating, just the look on her face would seal his lips.

“One was.” She gave him that, and then he saw her reflection
move, shifting to the opposite side of the bed. She slowly stood and then
waited for a moment, and when he didn’t turn, told the room, “I’m going to
start supper.”

Surreal.


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Author Bio

Raised in the south, MariaLisa learned about the magic of books at an

early age. Every summer, she would spend hours in the local library,

devouring books of every genre. Self-described as a book-a-holic, she

says “I’ve always loved to read, but then I discovered writing, and

found I adored that, too. For reading … if nothing else is available,

I’ve been known to read the back of the cereal box.”

A hockey fan, hiker, gamer, and single mom of a special needs son, she

embraces her inner geek and has been working in the tech field for a

publishing company for a couple decades.

Music is a driving passion, and she says, “I love music of nearly any

genre — jazz, country, rock, alt rock, metal, classical, bluegrass, rap,

hip hop … you name it, I listen to it. I can often be seen dancing

through the house in the early mornings. But I really, REALLY love live

music. My favorite thing with music is seeing bands in small, dive bars

[read: small, intimate venues]. If said bar [venue] has a good selection

of premium tequila, then that’s a plus!”

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Come to Daddy by Brianna Hale

Title: Come to Daddy
Series: Love Don't Cost A Thing Book 1
Author: Brianna Hale
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: January 19, 2019





Rules for the New Sugar Baby

1. Are you worth it? Hell yes you are, ten times over

2. Hustle big, hustle hard and get out fast

3. Never, ever fall for your sugar daddy

I’ve always believed “I’m not that sort of girl,” but with my father’s debt to a bloodthirsty crime lord to pay off I have no choice but to dip into the sugar bowl.

Misha, a handsome older billionaire, is willing to pay top price for me. Something about my daddy doesn’t add up but with a debt to pay I don’t have the luxury of being picky. I’m the luxury in his life, his fantasy to fulfil, and I’m going to play my part to the fullest.

My name is Ciara, and when daddy calls, I come.

** Book one of the LOVE DON'T COST A THING series.


"This book is my favorite of all her books so far... Misha was all kinds of perfect for me." -- Gone with the Romance

"This book...oh my God. This book was everything. Hale hooked me with a title and cover I could not ignore, and then she delivered with a story that blew me away. Scorching, intense, thrilling--this book demanded my attention, even long after I finished. Come to Daddy will do more than keep you warm...it'll burn you alive. Five OMG THIS WAS FABULOUS stars!" -- K Webster, USA Today Bestselling Author

"A roller coaster of sexy fun that will leave you on the very edge...before plummeting you once more. It will definitely have you biting your lips and turning those pages. Misha is f*cking hot, the daddy of my dreams. Do yourself a favor and BUY THIS BOOK!" -- Vivian Wood, USA Today Bestselling Author

“Ciara?” I reach down to help her off the floor. A moment later I feel her fingers tugging at my belt.
Oh.
Oh.
That’s what she was asking about earlier when she blushed and just now when she trailed off. She wanted to know about sex. I’m such a fucking idiot sometimes. I never said anything and now she thinks she has to do this.
I grasp her forearms and lean forward. “Ciara. It’s all right. You don’t need to do that.”
Her mouth is very close to mine and she licks her lips. In the soft lights of the car they look plump and deep pink and my gaze becomes locked on them.
She’s so fucking beautiful.
I’ve thought about touching her ever since she sent me those pictures. I haven’t been able to get her out of my head, in fact. But they were abstract thoughts about sex that were never going to come to fruition. That could never come to fruition, because I’m not who she thinks I am.
Now she’s offering to give me exactly what I want and my brain is presenting me with reason after reason why I should have sex with her. It’s what she expects. Sex is implicit in our arrangement. It’s what she thinks I’m paying her for. She might get suspicious of my motives if I don’t take her to bed.
I really, really want to taste her.

“Would you like me to? Be honest,” she whispers.
My hesitation tells her all she needs to know. Her fingers continue unthreading my belt. It clinks softly and loosens and I feel myself grow hard in anticipation of her touch. My hands caress her shoulders and her blonde curls glide against my knuckles. So soft. I push my fingers into her hair, caressing the back of her head, and she feels like heaven.
Ciara’s hand rubs me over my trousers and even that gentle touch makes me groan. She outlines my length with her forefinger and then traces the swollen head of my cock. I watch her, my breathing shallow, as she undoes the button and then slowly eases the zipper down. Her hand dives inside my underwear and pulls my cock out, hot and swollen in her cool fingers. A conceited part of me can’t help but admire how thick and long I look in her hands.
She licks her lips and I instinctively grasp the nape of her neck. Yes. Suck me. My gaze is locked on her face as her pink tongue slides across the broad head of my cock. Her hand caresses my length and she licks me again, wetting me thoroughly before taking me into her mouth. I feel the drag of her lips and then the lave of her tongue, and I groan and lay back against the leather seat.
Jezus Christus, how did you learn to do this?”
Ciara draws her tongue along my length with delicious slowness. “I’m a whore, remember?”
Anger rolls through me even as she slides me to the back of her throat. Has she been seeing other men? Aren’t I giving her enough money? She’s not a whore, not even when I’m paying her for this. I catch hold of her hair tightly and force her gaze up to mine. “Listen to me. You don’t see any other men but me.”
She nods quickly, her mouth still full of me.
“I’m your daddy. Are we clear?”
She nods again and I let her go, sinking back to enjoy what she’s doing. “Fucking good,” I growl, as she continues to work my cock. She’s heaven with that mouth. I look at the blush in her cheek, the way her lips slowly suck me, her eyes closed. From the way her tongue is caressing me I would almost think she was enjoying this.
Her hands slide up and over my belly and she makes a little noise in the back of her throat. Maybe she is. Maybe she likes blowing me.
I reach down between her legs and grasp her silken thigh. She catches my wrist and draws her mouth away from my cock. “Don’t,” she says in a broken whisper. As if she’s ashamed of something.
But I need to know. Suddenly it’s the most important thing about this. Not the money. Not my fucking brother. Not me pretending to be something I’m not. Her. She’s the most important thing. And I need to know if she’s wet.
“Baby. Let me feel.”





There’s nothing Brianna Hale likes more than a large, stern alpha male with a super-protective and caring streak, and when she’s not writing about them she can usually be found with a book, a cocktail, planning her next trip to a beautiful location or attending the theatre. She believes that pink and empowerment aren’t mutually exclusive, and everyday adventures are possible. Brianna lives in London.




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Scoring the Keeper's Sister by Delancey Stewart






Title: Scoring the Keeper's Sister

Series: Mr. Match #1
Author: Delancey Stewart
Genre: Sexy Sport Romantic Comedy

Cover Design: Jaycee DeLorenzo, Sweet 'n Spicy Designs
Release Date: February 14, 2019





Blurb


ERICA:  

Signing up for a matchmaking
service was not my idea. But when Andrew the hand model dumped me, my brother
suggested I try Mr. Match. And I figured it couldn’t hurt–as it was, I’d never
get away from meathead moron soccer players (since my brother plays keeper for
the South Bay Sharks and I manage PR for the team.) 

But Mr. Match is a
moron too because he matched me with a guy I see at work every day. A guy who
has a different girl on his arm at every turn. And a soccer player. Fernando
Fuerte, the “Fuerte Fire,” is one guy I can assure you is NOT my match. 

FERNANDO:

Getting girls is
not a problem. Getting girls who care about something besides my status as the
South Bay Sharks star striker, my salary, and my social status? Yeah. That’s
the problem. So when my buddy Max tells me he’s actually Mr. Match–the secret
proprietor of San Diego’s hottest matchmaking app, I let him convince me to try
it. 

And Erica Johnson
is not actually a bad match–only she doesn’t seem to agree. And then there’s
the small matter of her being in the middle of trying to save the team (and me)
when the owner’s ex brings to light some, ahem, unsavory accusations about me…
and then there’s her enormous and disapproving twin brother…and there’s
something about cheese, too. 

But if I have my
way? Erica will definitely be my match. 









Author Bio


Delancey Stewart is an award-winning author who writes romantic fiction
with humor and heart.



Stewart has lived on both coasts, in big cities and small towns. She's been a
pharmaceutical rep, a personal trainer and a wineseller.



A wife and the mother of two small boys, her current job titles include pirate
captain, monster hunter, Lego assembler and story reader. She tackles all these
efforts at her current home outside Washington D.C.



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